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cottontears · 9 months
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can you please write miguel x virgin reader or miguel x ovulating reader smut and like theyre trying to get the reader pregnant
sweet like cinnamon
ೃ⁀➷ miguel o’hara x virgin ovulating spider! girl reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count 1.7k+
ೃ⁀➷ a/n, loved writing this!!! not beta read, if you see any mistakes, no you don’t
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: smut, biting, breeding, virginity loss,
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your scent haunted him.
he could not meet your eyes.
which was inconvenient, because you were always in his space.
it wasn’t like he could complain.
that would require some sort of logical explanation.
he could not really state aloud that for a week, every month, you drove him feral.
he had to avoid you at all costs.
so whenever he got a hint of your smell changing, he would leave on some ‘super secret important mission’.
even on the days when your scent was weak, he could not stand to be close to you.
it wasn’t always like that.
he used to be able to stand your presence. but only barely.
and it wasn’t like you looked perturbed by his weird behavior.
he was always grumpy.
but with you.
he was rude at first, and as time passed he would always leave the room when you entered. even the headquarters.
it was ridiculous.
and even though you put up a nonchalant front.
it hurt you.
hobie would tell you to ‘chin up’ and cheer you up whenever you let yourself be vulnerable.
he could not stand it.
the sight of you laughing, smiling so wide at him. he watched you from the screens.
when all he got was wide eyes, pursed lips, and your heart racing in fear.
you gripped hobie’s shoulder, bending over with laughter.
and miguel could not help but lash out, destroying some tech and other shit.
but try as he might.
he could not do anything to make amends.
he could barely restrain himself from pouncing. dry humping you like a bitch in heat.
he growled, slamming his fist into the nearest object.
it was late one night and you were alone with him when it happened. that was it.
the last straw.
you had asked him something, some questions about your work. tinkering with some tech.
and he had just grunted in response.
grunted! in response to a sorta complex question.
“fuck this i am done,” you swore under your breath.
he had never heard you swear.
but he heard. he did have enhanced abilities after all.
“what was that?” he turned around from his beloved screens to look at you.
you contemplated brushing it off with a ‘nothing’ but decided against it.
you were so frustrated by the way he acted toward you for no reason.
“i said, fuck this i am done.” you enunciated each syllable with spite.
he jerked back as if hurt. his eyes wide, you heard his heartbeat speeding up.
“what the hell is your problem with me huh?” you spat out.
he just clenched his jaw. no answer.
“fucking fine! you know what? i am fucking done. i hate being treated like shit. ugh! hobie was right-“
“what did he say?”
“does it matter? i am done miguel.”
before you could completely turn around his large fingers wrapped around your forearm.
two different suits separated your skin.
he needed them both off.
you looked up to meet his eyes.
he was panting, cheeks darkened, pupils dilated, heart racing.
your brows furrowed in confusion.
“i can’t fucking stand your smell.” he panted.
you growled, trying to break yourself free from his grip.
“it haunts my dreams, every waking hour...”
“what- what do i smell like?” your voice was weak, losing all its bravado. not being able to decide if you were turned on or scared by his body language.
he lowered his face, his nose inches from your neck, body looming over you. he inhaled through his nose.
your core clenched.
heart pounding, your blood rushed, leaving you breathless and lightheaded.
“like i want to-“ he growled. breathing deeply.
he was trembling, a light sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.
you had never seen him this dishevelled.
“miguel!” you whimpered.
and he smelt you.
it was nothing like before.
before was tame compared to your arousal plus your one-week-once-a-month scent.
he was not able to restrain himself.
“verga, ya valió madres- you smell like i want to fuck you until you pass out until my metabolism can’t keep up with me, and my come fill up your womb. you smell like i want to bury my head between your thighs until you are crying from pleasure. you fucking smell like i want to pump you full of my babies.” he growled.
your lewd whimper made him snap out of it.
he let go of your arm so fast you stumbled, his back straightening. a chasm opening between you.
“that’s why i could barely look at you. and for a week, once a month, it gets worse, and i can barely restrain myself from taking you against a wall, in front of everyone…” he was breathing hard.
through it all, it never occurred to him that you would be into it.
you seemed so soft, fragile.
not the type to be into that, into him and his needs.
“fuck me…. is this- is this real?”
“oh angel it’s not even the beginning of what i want to do to you. so go ahead, leave, before i snap.”
“what if i want you to snap?” your voice was breathless.
“here?” was the first thing his muddled brain could come up with.
“wherever…” you were trembling, looking up at him.
he was so big, taller than you. his hulking figure making your thighs clench.
“please.”
he was upon you in seconds.
your back slammed against a wall as he pushed himself between your thighs.
both of you wearing your suits. none of you wore your masks.
you felt the hardness of his length pulse against your core.
you gasped at the pressure against you.
his lips latched to yours.
you tried to keep up. but he was much more agile, knowledgeable than you.
the most you has done was kiss.
you gasped, stopping the kiss, “i don’t- i’ve never-“ your breaths were shallow and fast. nerves and anticipation welding into one another, making your nerves fizzle in a delicious way. it had you rubbing yourself against his hardness.
your panties, the only clothing you wore under the suit, dragged along your cunt. making you pant.
“madres, me quieres matar verdad?”
you muttered a confused “huh?” the candor of his low voice and the unknown words that left his lips made your hips pick up their pace.
your hands gripping his back, manicured nails digging into his suit.
your eyes teared up at the intense pressure deep in your belly.
you had never been able to reach such heights of mind numbing pleasure, usually giving up when you touched yourself with a frustrated groan.
you had only read of such pleasure, you never knew.
miguel watched you through hooded eyes, your eyes shone with unshed tears, you whimpered as if in pain and your movements where frantic.
while the movements felt delicious against his cock, he had a better idea.
he pawed at your suit. “off!”
the loss of friction made you whine out, tears escaping the corners of your eyes.
“shhh, calm down arañita, i will make it up to you..”
he struggled with your suit, until you were left in your panties.
he inhaled deeply. your scent, with no barriers, he was not able to restrain himself. he dragged you to a desk, lifting you like you weighed nothing, enhanced abilities and all.
he fell to his knees, not giving you time to breathe before his tongue met your clit.
you yelped, hands gripping his head as he devoured you.
he finally had his tongue on you, and he was not going to stop anytime soon.
the pleasurable sensation was foreign to you, but his warm, wet mouth on your weeping pussy was heavenly.
your thighs clenched around him.
and the pressure built so fast you were dizzy, gasping out as his tongue relentlessly lapped at your juices.
your body spasmed as you crested, and you screamed as he devoured your cum.
he let his head be pushed away by your hands.
but he was nowhere near done.
it was his turn.
you were dripping wet, pulsing and ready for him.
“i’m going to be your first and last, arañita, you are mine now.
he stood up, his hips meeting yours, suit falling away to show his bare skin. he was gorgeous, you gasped, greedy hands reaching to touch him, thighs opening to fit him.
the height of the desk perfect for your hips to meet.
“please!”
he leaned down, your lips meeting in a soft dance. his lips let go of yours, “bite on my shoulder if it gets too much.”
he knew it would be too much, he anticipated.
he knew he was big. he looked forward to being bitten by you.
he met your eyes as he aligned his tip to your dripping hole.
you gasped when he pushed against your virginity, pulling his upper body towards you, your nails digging into his back, you opened your mouth, biting softly into his warm shoulder, when he pushed in, breaking your virginity, you closed your eyes, and clenched your jaw, breaking a bit of skin.
he never knew being bitten could be so arousing, it had to be the spider in him.
but it hurt so good, your jaw softened to let out moans.
his hands gripped your ass, he was unable to restrain himself, your warm, wet heat so tight on him, enveloping him he groaned in pleasure.
the drag of your pussy as he thrusted in and out of you was exquisite, it was not long when he felt himself almost cresting with pleasure.
his last pumps frantic, the thought of his cum filling you, pumping you with his babies was enough to push him to the edge.
“i’m going to make you mine, la madre de mis hijos!”
his moan guttural as ropes of cum painted your gummy walls, his final thrusts making lewd sounds with your combined come.
you could barely form coherent thought. but the idea of his come in your womb made your breathing harder.
thank god for his metabolism, because he was not going to stop until you were pregnant with his child. and even then he would take you until you passed out.
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translations: (i used my brain for the translations, spanish is my native language, and also its 2 am dont come @ me for shitty translations :/// )
- angel (angel but with an accent)
- verga, ya valió madres, (litterally translates to dick, its worth mothers, but its curse slang in mexico)
- madres, ¿me quieres matar verdad? (something like shit, do you want to kill me?)
- arañita (little spider (f))
- edit: forgot to add this one -la madre de mis hijos! (the mother of my children)
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cottontears · 1 year
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Hi! Hi! Cotton! How are you babe? Sooooo…… Ive had this little fantasy in my head i would like to see you put to words in the way you do (i love your writing <3) Henry Cavill, but plot twist! Hes your college history teacher! You call him sir! And reader has a praise kink, with some orgasm denial, overstim, and size difference (from the kink roulette). I will absolutely adore it if you would write this! if not no worries! ily 🫶🏻
teacher’s pet~
ೃ⁀➷ college professor henry cavill x student afab ! reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 2.2k+
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: hi babe! i am doing meh rn, i think i have strep throat, anywayyyy....i loved your fantasy and i enjoyed putting it into writing, i hope it was what you were looking for. i am loving all the henry cavill requests!!! not proofread
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, teacher- student, dry humping, p in v sex, praise kink, cunnilingus, innocent virgin reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, SIR KINK
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you had a tiny little crush on your professor. not that you were any different from the rest of the students in his class. professor cavill had every eye on him since the moment he walked into class. everybody wanted to fuck him. no one ever did.
there were rumors he was gay, as he showed no interest in girls, but he also showed no interest in men. so you tried to make do with your unrequited love.
you had a ridiculous schoolgirl crush on him.
every girl would race to sit in the front row, you were happy to stare at him from a distance.
your friends would make lewd jokes about professor henry.
and you would blush and squirm, not really comfortable with the way they talked about him. jealous, possessive.
your thoughts strayed as you walked through the campus, short plaid skirt swaying in the wind.
you slammed into a tall, hard, beefy man, his huge hands went to your waist to keep you from falling.
“careful there sweetheart.” his voice was gruff and familiar.
“yes sir, i’m sorry.” you looked up through your eyelashes at him, his eyes crinkled, never straying from yours, his lips twitched and he pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger, eyes never straying from yours.
he let go and brushed the hair from your face before turning around and sauntering off. his thick legs moving with surprising grace for someone his size.
you stared shell-shocked at his retreating back.
your friends squealed around you.
“he definitely wants to fuck you!”
“BYE! he totally wants to fuck your sweet unpopped cherry!”
“stop it! he can hear” you protested.
“he will definitely split you in two, have you seen the size of him? god, that’s hot babe!”
you groaned in irritation trying to walk away, but they chased after you.
“he definitely has a thing for your innocent virgin thing.”
“it’s always the innocent angels who are the dirtiest cock sluts.”
“you are such a BITCH!” you could not help but laugh at your friends’ teasing. you knew they were playing around, they loved to tease you, blood would rush to your face and your skin would darken. but it was all in good faith, this incident would be forgotten by tomorrow.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
the incident was in fact, not forgotten by the next day, girls shot you looks and some of your classmates teased you.
“i bet that's how you get straight a’s! damn! fucking professor cavill, i am green with envy.”
you scoffed with humor. “shhh!!! he’s going to come soon!”
“yeah! in you!”
when henry entered a hush spread around the room.
“now what is all this ruckus about?” he raised a thick brow, eyes boring into you.
“nothing sir!” you balked.
he hummed, staring at you for a second before getting on with his lesson.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
henry used all his willpower to keep his gaze from your frame.
you had always been in the periphery of his vision in the past but yesterday when your smaller frame bumped into him he took notice.
he could not help himself, hands touching you lovingly. you. his student.
your wide eyes, plaid skirt and white top, a knee-length sock with a pair of huge white sneakers.
you did not seem to care that much about your outfits, not making a statement, just preoccupied with other things. like your lap. which was really frustrating on his part. why did you not look at him? you took notes diligently. eyes staring at the projector and back at your notes, never on him.
your shyness piqued his interest. he got through the lecture on muscle memory. his eyes flickering to you from time to time. he had an obsessive audience, he wasn’t dumb, he had graduated summa cum laude, top of his class. so he knew to control himself during class.
before or after class, however…
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
you had a stalker. your core clenched with sensations you had only read about in your romance books. you had never experienced the desperate pounding ache that professor cavill made you feel deep in the apex of your thighs.
you made eye contact with him again however many times this week in the campus café, and your thighs clenched with need. you ordered your sugary drink, paid, and waited with anxious trepidation at having his eyes on you. you hurried out once you got the drink. you had to do something about him, it was wrong.
well….. maybe it wasn’t personal, why would you ever think that he would be stalking you? it could be an unlikely string of coincidences that led him to every place you were on campus, it was as if he had learned your schedule. that made you feel dangerous things, delicious taboo thoughts about your professor who was likely more than half your age older than you. you walked through the campus, sipping your sweet drink.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
the stalking was getting out of hand. you needed to do something about it. your pussy wept and clenched and you did not know what to do with all the needy sensations that made you look at your pillow and want to hump it silly.
you knocked on his office.
“come in.”
“mr. cavill,” you entered his cozy office, it had wooden floors leather couches, and huge shelves overfilled with books. and a slightly messy desk where he sat on an expensive-looking chair.
“yes?” he looked up at you with his blue eyes. soft in a way you had never seen them.
you froze not knowing what to do now.
he cocked his head. “what is it, sweetheart?”
“don’t you think it’s inappropriate to call a student that?”
“do you not like it?” he frowned.
“that- that’s not the point!” you felt your face heat. you pressed your thighs together.
he chuckled, “look at you, you are downright squirming. do you think i would risk my career for any student?”
“no?”
“no.” he confirmed. “come here.”
he was taking a huge risk, but your dilated pupils and heaving chest told him the results would be enjoyable.
“where?” your voice was meek.
his grin was machiavellian and your cunt was aching with need, you walked toward him, sliding one leg over his lap and resting your core against his hard bulge.
you moaned at the contact against your pussy covered by thin drenched panties, your plaid skirt fluttering around you.
his big hands went to your ass and he pressed your hips down.
you mewled.
“this feels so good sir.” you moaned. “i’ve never felt anything like this.”
he groaned, “fuck…don’t tell me your sweet little pussy has not been fucked before?”
the friction was so good, your pussy lips split open, the bulge of his hardness rubbing against your aching, puffy, swollen clit. your hips jerked and spasmed.
“so needy… look at you, humping my lap like a needy bunny. are you a needy bunny, baby? do you touch yourself?”
“n-no!”
he hummed, pleased “good, that means i will be the first to make you cum, and i won’t stop until you are a crying mess. office hours are over and we have all the time in the world. take your panties off sweetheart and get back on my lap.” you obeyed, the cool office air on your sensitive pussy made you clench. he reached for the panties, you stared at him as he smelt them before pocketing them
the texture of his pants was heavenly against your bare pussy. nothing restricting your movements. the texture was rough against your sensitive cunt, harsh and punishing and exquisite.
your pussy gushed, making a mess of his pants, but you did not care, too busy chasing that build-up of pleasure to think or be embarrassed about the mess you were making.
you rutted against him almost at the peak, when he stopped you with his hands.
“i changed my mind, i want you to cum on my dick,”
you whined in protest, hips jerking softly, but it was futile.
you were smaller than him, his large thick frame contrasting yours. he stood up, and carried you with him, one arm wrapped under your ass, the other swiping all the contents of his desk to the floor with a loud crash.
he sat you on the desk and knelt in between your open legs. “look at me, kneeling for you. you think i would kneel for just any pretty girl? no. i do not. ever since i crashed into you my thoughts have not strayed from your pretty innocent eyes. from your thighs, that skirt, i want to fuck you in nothing but that skirt.”you moaned, pussy bursting with arousal, he leaned his head on your inner thigh, eyes taking in your glistening, dripping cunt, he slid a finger in between your wet folds, splitting you open, rubbing the tip of his finger against your clit. your hips chased the friction.
“you are such a good girl, taking attentive notes and every assignment you turn in done so carefully. you want to please me don’t you, sweetheart? you want to be a good girl? well, you are. never been touched. have you been waiting for me, sweetheart?”
“yes- yes sir!” you whined.
“good, girl,” he looked up at you and damn you if it wasn’t the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. he split you open with his tongue and you yelped at the foreign deliciousness of his tongue on your pussy.
he kissed and nipped softly, devouring you like a man starved. this time you felt the pressure build easily, faster, but once again he stopped, and it was agonizing, you felt your walls pound with need ache.
this time it was his fingers which split you open and you were so sensitive you could not help the tears that escaped the corner of your eyes.
“look at you, a whiny, needy, whimpering mess. so sensitive. never been touched huh? well you are doing so good. my good girl. bet you will become all cock drunk when i fuck your little pussy. but i have to get you all nice and wet and ready for my cock, so it doesn’t hurt my favorite student. my dick is already hard because of your delicious sounds baby girl, i can’t wait to get my dick inside you.” his fingers pumped in and out of you, your body spasming with overstimulation.
“please sir!” you whined and cried out at your over sensitive pussy being teased. you needed release fast, and you needed him to stop his movements, but if he stopped you were positive you would meltdown from deprivation. “please!” your syllables dragged out.
you looked so pathetic and needy he decided to take pity on you. swirling his thumb on your clit. “just a little longer, alright? i want your first orgasm to be on my cock!”
“please sir!” this time your voice cracked.
“come on sweetheart, you are doing such a good job, you are so good, my pretty girl, so perfect.”
he stood up, his hips aligning with yours, your trembling hands reached to unbuckle his belt, he let you struggle through it, watching with fond eyes as your frustrated fingers worked his belt, his pants, then his boxers, his large angry cock springing free. it was so beautiful you wrapped your fingers around it, pumping it experimentally. he groaned out and bucked into your hand. you looked up at him through your lashes, silently voicing s question he answered with a smile. you aligned his dick with your cunt, hips canting to fit him in.
he was so big he stretched you open, your cherry popping burned but it could have been worse had he not made you all wet snd ready. henry gripped your hips and sank fully into you, both of you moaning at the sensation of your tight cunt being stretched by him. he was so big by comparison it made you so needy. you bucked your hips, encouraging him to move, and move he did.
rutting into you with all his strength, those muscles were not just for eye candy after all…
your body spasmed with each thrust and it wasn’t long before your pussy clenched him and the pressure in hour core built and built until burst, making you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming at your first orgasm, hands scratching his back.
he groaned as you squeezed his cock, hips pumping fast, this time chasing his own pleasure, it hurt so good, you were so sensitive but you did not want to stop. the best you could do was cry and slide your hands to his waist, pulling him to you with each thrust.
it wasn’t long before he followed after you cum filling you and dripping down where you joined. he joined your foreheads together and with the last last pumps of his hips wipe the sweaty tendrils of hair from your forehead, kiss your nose, and tell you how good you were, how good you felt. you were his good girl. the ultimate teacher’s pet.
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cottontears · 1 year
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Bruce Wayne and cunnilingis or somnophilia pls
set the night on fire
ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne x afab reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count 358
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: this is just a short drabble! hope you enjoy!
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: somno, cunnilingus
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there was nothing as delicious as the taste of your pussy.
it was still dark when bruce roused from his sleep. he stared at the outline of your curves. your breaths were deep, chest rising and falling softly. the bed sheets curled around your naked frame.
bruce leaned his face into your neck, taking a deep breath, relishing your scent.
he did not want to wake you up, but he just wanted a taste, just a small taste. he knelt at the foot of the huge bed, in front of your feet.
the fingers of each hand curled around each of your ankles, slowly opening your legs.
bruce crawled into your space, leaning his head on your inner thighs, his eyes honed into your glistening pussy. he swiped a finger through your cunt, sliding your folds open. collecting your juices. he brought the finger to his lips and closed his eyes in bliss.
yea, just one taste was not going to be enough.
he placed his head closer, his nose breathing in your delicious fragrance. it was instinctual, he licked a stripe up your cunt, his destination? your clit. he scraped it softly with his top teeth. your hips spasmed and you murmured something in your sleep but did not wake. he swirled his tongue on your throbbing clit, but he wanted more. he went lower, sliding his tongue inside you, lapping at every little drop of you he could reach. he felt your gummy walls clench around him, a strangled moan left your lips before his mouth was flooded with your cum, he licked and sucked every last drop, and did not stop. your hips jerking with sensitivity.
he let out a guttural moan when he felt your nails scrape his skull, he looked up at you through his lashes,
your back was arched in pleasure, thighs clenched around his head.
“bruce~” you whined.
“you taste so good baby, i can’t help myself, i don’t have the resolve to wait until you wake.”
“well, i’m up mr. wayne, how about you go back to what you were doing huh? bruce?”
he was more than happy to oblige
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cottontears · 6 months
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Hi queen! I love your writing! I NEED MORE STEP DADDY HENRY PLEASEE PLEASEEEE😮‍💨 (dw if you don’t wanna, i j need more 🧎🏻‍♀️)
you're like crack to me,(i don't want to leave)
ೃ⁀➷ step daddy! henry x naive, innocent fem! reader !
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 2,643
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: i'm back angels!
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: step-cest, step-daddy henry, virgin! reader, reader goes to a party and gets harassed (nothing that bad), squirting, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink (if i miss anything please let me know!) not beta'd
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you never got along with your mother’s husband.
your stepdad was always harsh, scoffing at you when you sat at the dinner table and you would talk about boys.
he would make you change when he caught you trying to leave for a party in a skimpy outfit.
but even though he annoyed you, there was no way for you to hate him.
when your mother left on an overseas job when you started college with a one-way ticket to tokyo, he was there for you.
when you had no one to go home to during the college holidays of your freshman year, he was there for you. offering you a room in his manhattan penthouse. you always had the option to stay at the dorms at nyu, but… the penthouse was big and quiet. it had a pool.
it had huge windows from which you could see the city and lounges where you could read comfortably. 
plus your room… it was heavenly, your dream room, with a huge bed, and a small shelf with some of your favorite books.
it was as if he had listened when you talked about them around him… which you thought it impossible because he did not care for you.
you were sprawled on the leather couch in the main living room, the tv playing one of your comfort shows, but you were barely paying attention.
your new laptop sat on your lap, courtesy of your stepdad.
your brows furrowed.
lately, he had been being cordial to you. smiled at you whenever your paths crossed, telling you good morning, or goodnight (depending on the time).
he had his personal chef make you your favorite foods.
he knew what your favorite foods were.
you rolled your lips.
you could not fathom the reason why your mother had left.
he was perfect.
well… 
ugh.
he was attractive, and kind, and he had given you his number in case you ever needed him.
he was never outright mean to you.
but you could tell you disappointed him.
and it hurt you.
you wanted to make him proud.
it had always been you and your mom. and even then, it had mostly been just you.
you had been an unwanted accident, the 0.1% error on condoms. your mother made sure to remind you.
you never knew your father.
henry was the first ‘father figure’ you had. if you could even call him that. 
he had been around for a while when you lived with your mom, it had been impossible not to get to know him a little. enough to be comfortable around him. scowls and all
he came into your life when you were just turning seventeen.
that was almost two years ago.
you were nineteen now.
and you had not even had your first boyfriend.
all your college friends spend their time doing god knows what with their partners.
and you?
you groaned, opening your phone.
one of your high school friends had invited you to a party in an apartment downtown.
you huffed. 
you had to put yourself out there.
being trapped in his house made you have dangerous thoughts.
so you went to get ready.
putting on some music while you apply your makeup. you put glitter on your eyelids and a fair amount of blush.
it took you a while to decide on what to wear, but you decided on a tight dress with spaghetti straps. the most risqué clothing in your closet.
you chose a pink bag, it was a gift. a balenciaga denim le cagole shoulder bag. you were too naive to know it’s cost, but it was real pretty.
you filled it with your lip glosses, wallet, and portable charger, just in case.
he was working late, probably, as he usually did, even if it was a friday.
so you got on the elevator and made your way to the taxi where your friend waited for you.
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you fucked up.
“come on, come on, come on!” you frantically tapped on the screen of your phone, it was plugged into the portable charger taking a few seconds to turn on.
as soon as it did, you unlocked it and went to your favorite contacts.
you clicked on the name ‘mr. cavill’, waiting with bated breath for him to pick up.
“y/n” his voice came through the speaker, worried.
you sobbed, breaking down.
“send me your location, i am on my way. do not hang up.”
you sobbed harder.
your friend abandoned you, leaving you to the wolves (boys who groped you and tried to get you to drink).
you ran down the stairwell because the elevator was not fast enough. you wailed down the many flights of stairs. mascara running down your cheeks, fingers curled around your phone, your heavy breaths accompanied by his random updates and reassurances. you felt your brain get hazy with panic once you burst outside. 
you had long taken your heels off, feet aching. it had taken you about fifteen minutes to get down the stairs and outside the building. hopefully, he was close.
you looked around frantically, on edge.
some boys smoked a few feet from you, they started toward you.
you sniffed.
“y/n? what happened? huh?” came a static voice from your phone
“please daddy! i ca-can’t!” your words hectic, bordering on hysterical.
“shit, i’m almost there bug.”
“whose that?” one of the boys leered. “your daddy? crying to daddy now huh? we can make you feel better, baby.”
you heard cursing on the other end of the phone.
“come on, we mean no harm! what’s a pretty girl doing alone huh?”
“i’m here bug, get in.”
you heard screeching along the pavement as an audi stopped in-front of you.
you did not hesitate, opening the door, jumping in, and slamming it behind you.
you curled up into a sobbing ball in the passenger seat, almost forgetting to put your seatbelt on.
it was eerily silent. the beeping alarm of an unfastened seatbelt brought you out of the trance, buckling the safety belt on. you curled your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around them. your body trembled with the aftershock of the whole evening, and you looked up to study him.
his jaw was clenched. you could tell he was furious. 
somehow it brought you comfort knowing he wasn’t indifferent to you being in danger.
the ride back home was short, but the silence made it stretch. you had never put yourself in a situation similar to this. you had never given him any big reason to be mad at you.
once in the building, he got out of the car. you took deep breaths, taking a few seconds before moving to unbuckle your seatbelt. before you could move to open the car door, he was there, leaning down, and sliding his arms under you, pulling your body towards him. 
it was instinctual, the way your arms wrapped around your neck, and your legs locked around his waist. 
you were shaken and did not have a clear enough mind to be embarrassed. 
“are you drunk?”
“n-no, they tried to get me to drink, that’s why i left-”
he walked towards the elevator, and you felt his muscles shift against you. your skimpy dress rose over your thighs, his rough hands grazing your soft skin. your body spasmed in response and he grunted in response. 
neither of you seemed embarrassed enough to separate, so neither of you said a word. you just held on tighter. the elevator doors closed and you went up to the lobby, into the private elevator that led to the penthouse.
it was more private, it was his elevator. and you were safe.
his nose grazed your sweaty neck and you heard his inhale. he was unapologetic. his hands flexing on your ass. 
you bucked your hips softly, your barely covered cunt brushing the hard material of his suit.
“careful there, you don’t want to start anything you can’t finish” his voice was rougher than usual, strained.
“i just, want you to hold me…” you could barely make sense of the concoction of strong feelings flowing through your veins. you were certain that you would break apart if he let you go.
he hummed in what seemed like assent. 
the elevator dinged and you were home. “do you want me to take you to your room?”
“later..” your voice was meek. you could feel your cunt clenching at the simple pressure of him against you.
he walked to the kitchen sitting you down on the sleek counter. you snapped your thighs closed, you desperately wanted to sneak your hand into your panties and relieve the ache.
you watched him move around the kitchen, he made you a glass of water “drink.” his voice gruff. you drank as he made you a simple sandwich.
he leaned against the edge of a counter and watched you eat it.
you averted your eyes, chewing slowly. you licked the crumbs off your fingers, and you could hear his audible intake of breath.
“can we watch a movie?” you were sleepy, the adrenaline fading away, but you wanted an excuse to stay with him.
he chuckled softly, seeing right through you.
“how about you get ready for bed. we can watch the movie tomorrow…”
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you went your separate ways. 
and you tried to be good. 
not touching your aching pussy, because you wanted to hold off… for what? you would never admit to yourself.
but you laid in your silk pajama set on your bed for a while, and it felt cold. you were anxious.
before you could think, you were tip-toeing out of your room, down the hallway, and freezing in front of his door.
it was deadly silent. maybe he was asleep.
you knocked softly, not enough to wake him in case he had been sleeping.
you had never entered the room. it was spacious. the curtains open, displaying the city lights, you could see him clearly, sitting on his bed, laptop on his lap.
he was shirtless. your throat dried. you gulped and could not help but stare.
you jolted at the soft sound of his computer closing, he placed it on the nightstand, turning your attention to you.
his expression was soft and open, nothing you had ever seen before. “are you okay sweetheart? do you need anything?”
you bit your lip, your chin trembling with a wave of emotions.
your legs moved you toward the bed.
it was you who was making the move, of your own volition. his eyelids fluttered, eyes darkened as his pupils doubled in size.
you slid a leg over his lap, situating yourself on him, thighs straddling his lap. 
you gasped as you felt his sweatpants tent with his hardness against your covered cunt.
you placed your palms on his shoulders.
“you… i need you, please…” you rolled your hips deep breathing filled the room.
“i need you to be a hundred percent sure, i’ve wanted you for so long, i don’t want to ruin us…” his voice was strained, his hands sliding over the soft texture of your silky pajamas. 
“please… please daddy, i need you!”
in a millisecond you were on your back, and he hovered over you, using his forearms as support.
your eyes met in the nightlight, and you rolled your hips, needy for anything to get you off.
“sweetheart…” his hands were under your silk shirt, and caressing the soft warm skin of your stomach, sliding up, up into your pebbled nipples. “you are better than anything my mind made up.”
“you thought about me?” you whined as his thumbs played with your nipples
“always.” slid his hands under your shorts and panties and yanked them harshly down your legs. 
“ahhh-” you sighed in pleasure as his index finger slid you open, you were dripping wet. and the drag of his rough calloused finger made your pussy weep and clench.
he slid one finger inside you, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
your hips jerked and bucked in surprise.
the feeling of his touch was exquisite, incomparable to your own.
“daddy!” you yelped as his thumb pressed harshly on your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your nerves. 
“do you like this baby?”
“yes! nothing like my own hand…”
you heard him groan, “don’t tell me no one else has touched this pretty pussy.”
“j-just you, please!”  your gummy walls clenched around his fingers, he withdrew them, and this time his middle finger joined in.
you could feel the familiar pressure building in your core. this time it felt like it was going to burst. and you whined, never achieving orgasm before.
“you feel so good around my fingers, so tight, i can’t wait to fuck you with my cock, feel you clench around me.” his voice was gruff and you yelped as you felt the pressure build and build. 
your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping them hard, 
you were about to come, and he had not kissed you.
“kiss me, please daddy…”
“sweet girl,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips lowered to yours. they were soft against yours, but harsh in their movements. 
his thumb rubbed your clit, and slowly the pressure grew to be too much. your jaw slackened and you screamed as your whole body shook with pleasure
you felt your pussy gush and you moaned uncontrollably at the release.
“baby, do you think you ready for me?”
“yes, please, please! more.” your voice shook slightly, legs trembling with the aftershock of orgasm.
you whined at the loss of his body warmth as he moved to remove his pants, he had not been wearing any boxers, your thighs clenched at the sight, his defined muscles, pointing at his dick.
your body spasmed with inpatient and he chuckled.
“open your legs for me doll.”
it took some effort but you slid your legs open for him to rest his hips between your thighs.
the pressure of his hard cock against your sensitive dick was enough to make you roll your hips.
he whispered soft praises and words of encouragement as he aligned himself with your drenched cunt.
you slid your hands over his waist and onto his lower back, spreading your fingers as he pushed into you.
you exhaled loudly as you felt him deliciously stretch you open. your mouth was open, wanton whines and moans leaving your lips like prayers.
henry’s words started to make less and less sense as he fully sheathed himself into your pussy.
you tightened your thighs around his hips, pulling him closer with your hands.
his moved his hips, his cock sliding out of you slightly before he thrusted slowly back in. 
“unhhhh-” tears slipped down your eyelids, it felt so unbelievably good, your breasts brushed against his hard muscles, and his body weight on you felt better than everything you could ever dream of.
his thrusts sped up, harder, faster deeper, and you were screaming and crying in pleasure
“daddy ’s good, feel so good, ‘m gonna come.” you babbled, your body spasming with overstimulation, you felt the now familiar pleasure wash over you.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your pussy squeezing him, and squirting with overstimulation, you were too high on pleasure to be embarrassed.
his thrusts got sloppy. “going to make daddy a mommy!”
you shivered at the unexpected pleasure that visual gave you and you felt him shudder and spasm, his dick spurting with come, painting your walls with his come. 
his body went slack, and his full body weight was on you.
your eyes closed in blissful exhaustion. 
you had everything you ever dreamed of, consciousness escaped you along with a “love you daddy”. 
you were too gone to hear him say it back.
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peace // clarity
ೃ⁀➷ ellie williams x fem reader
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ೃ⁀➷ warnings: short ellie fluff to get back into writing, loser ellie williams , brothers bff ellie, fluff, fluff, fluff!
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ellie williams didn’t know a lot of things for certain. but what she had been always sure of, and would always be sure of, was how much of a loser she was when it came to you.
jamey, your younger brother - her best friend, her only friend- knew it too.
he had been annoyed at first, by her infatuation, but then it was apparent quickly how pathetic it was. 
whenever you graced them with your presence in the living room, she would get distracted and lose whatever game they were playing, from mario kart to cod.
and you were obviously not stupid, she knew that sweet smile could not be anything else than pity. 
she tried, she really did, to get over you. but it was hard when she had to see you every day she was over at her best friend’s house. she could not really step lower and tell jamey her heart ached when seeing you.
and it had not been instant love.
she thought you were holier than thou.
a grade above them. popular, pretty, beloved.
but you had always been nice to her, always. with no exceptions.
when one of the cheerleaders you had over sneered at ellie, you shook your head disappointed and defended her in soft but stern words. her heart had raced a little.
when you would strut down the stairs in pretty outfits and twirl, showing them your outfit for the night, your brother would roll his eyes lovingly and compliment you. she could only make an effort to avoid drooling.
you had even invited her to your room years ago once to help you zip up a dress for a homecoming date you had with a senior. 
and now you were a senior, and in a semester or so you would be moving out. ellie had already started mourning the fact that she was insignificant enough in your life that when you went to college, she would be forgotten.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
ellie williams was your brother’s best friend.
there had been a year when you drove jamey to ellie’s house weekly, or picked him up after a night of doing geeky things.
not that you had ever snarked at the geeky things. you liked them enough. and ellie was beautiful. 
when she knew you were looking, her cheeks tinged red, she would blubber, her body would shake, and she would loose all concentration.
when she wasn’t aware of your stare. she was all serious and concentrated, and so, so beautiful. ellie had always been beautiful.
but you never did anything untoward, she was your brother’s best friend. and if you began something with her, you would inevitably do something wrong and she will realize you were not enough, and she was too good, too smart, too pure for you, she would leave. your brother would be forced to take your side, and resent you…
you were never enough.
not enough. 
never enough.
always too much.
you had done your best to never have jamie feel the lack of a loving embrace, of a caregiver. feel the lack of parents who loved money more than you.
you did feel the lack though.
felt it heavy, crushing your chest, weighing you down as your flats dug into your heels, and you rushed through the dark suburb streets. hands wrapped around yourself, tights tearing, tears streaming down your cheeks, smearing your eye makeup.
you were getting closer and closer to her house when you felt wet land on your head.
it had started to rain.
by the time you got to her house, you were drenched, cold, shivering, and ready to scream.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
ellie williams was lounging in the living room, deep into her book when she heard a knock. 
weird, she hadn’t been expecting anyone. nor had joel, who was fast asleep in his room.
she checked the time on her phone, 1:33 am.
a shiver made her way through her body, but she ignored the anxiety and made her way toward the front door. 
she had no idea on what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t her crush. her eyes widened as she beheld you from the front door window. 
her heart stopped when she opened the door and she could hear your soft sobs.
she cursed softly. she could see your frame trembling. she took action. 
wrapping her arm around you and pulling you in for a hug, not caring that you drenched her clothes, closing the door behind you.
you started speaking, untangling from her hug, “i’m dragging in grime, and i’ll dirty y-your floors!” you sobbed.
“shh, its okay, it can be cleaned up, come on.”
she startled when she felt your cold wet hand on hers, but did not hesitate to grip it back. she led you up the wooden stairs and into her room.
“do you want to get cleaned up? let me run you a bath…”
ellie kept herself busy, opening her closet to pick clothes to lend you. she barely registered the fact that you were in her room.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
ellie’s room. 
the first time you felt peace in the last 24 hours, and you knew it was because you were surrounded by her essence. by her soft scent. you looked around the room, her desk and windowsills littered with crystals and pretty rocks. her walls full of her sketches of dinosaurs and creatures, bookshelves full of sci-fi, and an unmade bed, it was completely ellie. she had an open sketchbook on her desk, and you could see an outline of a portrait, but before you could look closer, a freckled hand slammed it shut. 
ellie’s cheeks were bright red, she shoved clothes at you and walked toward the bathroom connected to her room.
“i left some salts, a-and bubbles, if you - um, want to use them.” she muttered before leaving you alone, closing the door to the bathroom s
the bathtub was full, and you felt warmth in your chest. 
god, why were you even here? disturbing her peace?
because you desperately needed a friendly face, and she came to mind. and her house was blocks away from your now ex’s house.
you looked down at your dirty shoes and made your way to the bath, softly closing the door behind you.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
ellie williams had no idea how to consolidate the fact that her crush was in her bathroom naked. 
her heart was still racing from when she barely prevented you from learning about the sketchbook dedicated to you.
she stared at the ceiling trying to get her breathing in check.
she had no semblance of time, but minutes passed before the door opened. you walked in, hair sticking to your- her shirt. 
you looked tired.
“are you okay? you look tired…” ellie’s voice was soft. she cared for you, and she was concerned. 
you gave her a soft smile, your eyes cast down. 
she had never seen you this shy, her heartbeat thundered in her chest.
“i can give you my bed, sleep.”
“and where will you sleep?”
“the couch!” ellie gave you a smile, she made it as pleasant as she could.
“can you- can you… you know what?” your voice shook, but you took a deep breath and your face morphed to unnerving pleasantness, erasing all traces of sadness. “thank you ellie, you have been so nice to me, thank you for lending me your bed.” your eyes were sad though.
“are you okay? you don’t have to pretend with me you know?” she pursed her lips. “you’re always cheerful, and i just wanted you to know that i am here if you need to talk, i’ll be in the living room.”
she barely registered your facade cracking as she turned to leave.
she felt your hand, now warm, wrap around her wrist.
“stay…” your voice cracked, you let go of her wrist slowly, reluctantly.
her eyes met yours. they were glistening with unshed tears.
“of course.”
“can i turn the lights off? i do want to sleep… i just… don’t want to be alone.”
ellie moved before you did, flipping the lights off.
everything was augmented in the dark. you grabbed her wrist again, she could not see your expression as you led her to her queen-sized bed at the corner of the room.
ellie was completely out of her element. but she wasn’t about to fuck it up.
so she got in the covers. your bare legs brushing hers.
she heard your breaths become uneven, become sniffles. 
she turned to face you, brushing your cheek with her fingers. making out your shadow in the dark.
“i’m so sorry ellie-”
“for what?” ellie furrowed her brows in confusion.
“i am such a nuisance, i never wanted to bother you-”
“hey! no, don’t apologize for that. you are always taking care of everyone, but who takes care of you?”
you stayed silent. 
“let me for the night, okay?”
“you know, this is the longest words we have exchanged in the whole time i’ve known you.” your breaths slowed.
“it’s my fault, i’ve always been so nervous to talk to you?”
you giggled. “why?!”
“you have to know,” she said your name softly, like a prayer. her voice was raspy with nerves, and she could feel where your skin made contact with hers, “you have to know how beautiful you are, every part of you. you have the kindest heart, and the most beautiful smile… and whoever made you cry like that deserves-” 
she felt warm lips on hers, and her rampage died on her lips as she leaned into the kiss.
“you’re cute, williams, take me on a date later, when my eyes are not closing on their own.”
ellie smiled to herself, wrapping her arms around you as you nestled into her, burying your face into the hollow of her neck.
you were going to be alright.
she was there to take care of you, and you were never going to be too much, or not enough for her. perfect. even the faulty parts of you were perfect.
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Sub! Miguel O’Hara with fem reader
just let me adore you
ೃ⁀➷ sub miguel o’hara x spider! girl reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count 1.6k+
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: this does not have really strong sub/dom dynamics, but i will write some fics with super subby miguel later. i am just dipping my feet back into writing since i haven’t written in months! anyway i’m back!
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: smut, unportected piv seggs, creamp!e, subbish miguel, kneeling s3x position, oral- both receiving-, smut under the cut!
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it took a while for miguel o’hara to open up to you.
even after you started going out, he still kept to himself; in and out of the bedroom.
it frustrated you to no avail.
you were not expecting miguel to be reserved, to shy away from your touches with a wince and a huff.
it was insulting, and frankly, humiliating.
so you stopped trying, stopped putting yourself out there for the inevitable rejection.
and you thought to yourself this is it. the end of your short-lived something with your boss.
at least you had your missions to distract you.
and it hurt. once you stopped trying it hurt you when it dawned on you that he never started anything, why would he? he never even looked like he was enjoying anything you did.
so you stopped meeting his eyes, stopped approaching him.
and your something fizzled out to nothing.
it ached, you liked him so much. his brooding personality, the fact that he cared too much. not about you apparently
****
it was late one night when he lost it. he had tried so hard not to scare you off with his needs, but it was futile. he still did.
he tried, he really did, to leave you be.
he forced himself to never look at or near you, as to not scare you even more.
but then, he saw you working with some spider-nobody, and he did his best to keep it together.
but hours later, when he saw you sprawled on the floor, working on something or other, he lost it.
****
your whole body tensed once your ears registered his soft footsteps. for such a big man, he moved with deftness.
you kept your breathing steady, even when his footsteps stopped near you, you ignored him.
“i-” he coughed.
you wanted to turn your head and take in his expression, but you kept tinkering with the stabilizer.
“i tried my best to keep away, and stick to your wishes, but please- i just want to know what happened, did i-”
you gasped in surprise, not expecting him to say anything along those lines.
“mireda, you know what? never mind.”
you heard him turn, but before he could take one more step you pounced, you jumped and wrapped your fingers around his wrist.
“no, i don’t know what.” you could not see any visible signs of nerves, but his wrist shook in your grasp.
your eyes searched his, only to find his own on your hold.
“mig-”
his eyes jerked to yours, and you could only see pupil.
“i thought it was what you wanted.” your words were barely a whisper.
“that’s not- i just.” miguel had always been self assured, never stumbling over his words. so this was new.
“you just what? miguel, please-”
“i just need to know what i did to drive you away.” he winced. it was costing him, being vulnerable and soft, but something about you tore his walls down.
“i did not even know that you cared, you were always wincing away from my touch, i thought you did not like it.”
“i do- it’s just…” he trailed off.
you slid your fingers up his arm, and he shuddered. your eyes were on his face, watching for any kind of tells.
“just what?” you smiled, mulling over the new information, coming up with a possible answer. it seemed improbable, but then again, so did this whole conversation.
“i don’t want to scare you off.”
you pursed your lips, trying to keep away a smirk.
“so what? you like my touch too much?” you yanked at his hand, and he stumbled willingly.
you traced your hand up his torso, and to your delight, his muscles rippled in response.
you could tell he was restraining himself. he was wincing, and clenching his jaw. but you knew now that it was a sign of pleasure.
“let go”
he whined out in response. you pressed against his chest, causing him to crash against a desk.
he was tall- even on your tiptoes, you could barely reach the top of his pecs.
you jumped, surprising both him and you, wrapping your legs around his hips.
his large hands went to your ass immediately, he had no trouble holding you up.
you were quick to slide your hands along his neck, meeting his blown out eyes as your lips pressed softly against his.
he moaned loudly against your mouth and it was a pleasant change to his usual silence.
his suit glitched, and you felt him against your suit covered pussy. his hips bucked roughly, contrasting the softness of his lips.
miguel had made your suit, so you could turn it off whenever, but you wanted the power of him being bared to you.
you rubbed yourself against his length, and within seconds the suit was gone.
he was a whining mess, but not enough. you unlocked your legs and jumped down. before he could form a full protest, you were on your knees.
he looked up at the ceiling, his fingers curling against the edge of the desk.
he was beautiful.
and completely naked.
his dick was hard and leaking against his pelvis.
you took your time to run your hands over his muscles thighs. his hips bucked wildly.
sensitive.
your touch was soft, fingers cupping his balls softly.
he let out a soft whine.
“god you are so beautiful miguel. i cannot believe you were keeping this side of you from me. how rude,”
“please.”
you wrapped your fingers around his length, and the sound that he let out was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard.
the friction was dry and uncomfortable. and you had been planning on making him wait a bit. but you wanted to hear him, so you flattened your tongue at the base and licked up making his breath stutter.
he cursed softly in his native tongue.
you closed your eyes and took your time, enjoying the taste of him, enjoying his body trembling and the sounds that fell from his lips.
you hummed in pleasure as you kissed, licked, and sucked. but you did not swallow him whole. you were ambitious but realistic. maybe later…
at the moment his curses had become babbles, whines and pleas.
so you stood up, ignoring his hiccup of pain. his hand moved to wrap around his dick and you allowed it, standing before his trembling figure and looking up to meet his eyes before you turned off your suit.
he fell to his knees.
you smiled and lifted your leg, draping it over his shoulder, his lips were fast to attach themselves to your dripping pussy.
one hand supporting you, the other on his dick. yours gripped his hair for dear life.
his nose rubbed against your clit as he feasted on you.
you scraped your nails along his scalp. his silky hair sliding through your fingers with ease.
your head lolled with pleasure. you weren’t close but you were losing your balance, so you pulled at his hair to get him to stop.
he was the most beautiful sight you had ever laid your eyes on.
his hair was mussed and his chin dripped and glistened in you.
his hand worked against his length, up and down, his eyes never leaving yours. his full lips were open as he gasped and moaned.
you dropped to your knees in front of him. taking in the sight. he was panting hard.
“por favor, te necesito, necesito-"
“what? tell me what you need!”
“i need to be inside you, please-”
he let himself go, now his legs tucked underneath him it gave you the perfect opportunity to approach him, spreading your legs and straddling his lap.
his hands went to your ass, kneading softly, pulling you toward him.
you were nice and wet from both arousal and his spit, so was he, so you positioned yourself onto of him and pushed down, taking him in. the stretch was delicious and your head lolled back in pleasure.
“ahhhh, fuck-” his hips could not help but jerk, making him slide in. you moaned and rocked your hips, yelping once your pelvises met.
you gyrated your hips softly, meeting his eyes, you panted into each other’s mouths.
he was big, and you could feel your pussy throbbing softly with need. as if he read your mind, he slid a hand between the both of you, when he pressed his rough fingers against your clit you clenched hard around him, letting out a guttural moan.
you praised him softly, as he played with your clit, bringing you over the edge with stimulation.
and you clenched so hard he came seconds after, he clenched his hands on your ass and thrusted up harshly as ropes of cum painted your walls.
moans, groans, and heavy pants filled the room as the both of you shook with the aftermath of it.
“sorry, i’m so sorry,-i”
“did so good, so good miguel, we’ll have many more opportunities to get to know each other best.”
his breath was shaky as he nodded.
he was still hard inside you. and each time you shifted, you could hear squelching from the insane amount of come.
he had come inside you raw. and yes you were on birth control, but the thought of him inside you made you ready to go again.
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cotton! cotton! ellie whos in a band w rs roommate and super slowburn cus ellies a loser!!!! please please pleaseeee 🫶🏼😫😫
brooklyn baby
ೃ⁀➷ ellie williams x fem reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count 2.6k+
ೃ⁀➷ summary/ tropes: loser ellie willams, shy ellie, slow burn, fluff, angst, lovesick ellie, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, idiots in lovee.
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: i did not have it in me to write smut today, so just fluff and a kiss!👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩----- i think i made it a bit longer than i had to, i think i will maybe remake it later with more smut idk, hope you like!
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it wasn’t every day you went out with your roommate, you never really allowed yourself to.
you barely had the time, life taking up most of your time. you had to work as a cashier to make ends meet, barely. and not to forget modeling, it being both your passion and the reason for your nails being bitten down to the quick.
but, you had not gotten a callback for a job you had been looking forward to, and you needed to de-stress.
so you went with your roommate where her boyfriend’s band was playing.
your roommate was nice. her name was alice and she was always trying to get you to go everywhere with her, so you said yes once in a while, so as to not hurt her feelings.
you put on a skimpy outfit made with the clothes the modeling agencies paid you with. 
it was fun, you had to admit, to put on makeup just the way you liked- not for the judgmental casting directors. just for you.
you blew a kiss toward your reflection before getting up and making your way toward the living room in your small apartment.
alice screamed out your name as she came out of your room, “look at you, you look so so pretty!”
you laughed and walked into her open arms for a hug. she smelled like expensive perfume.
the buzzer announced her boyfriend, and you made your way out of the apartment hand in hand.
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you were with the band, so you did not even have to use your fake id.
alice had told you about how her boyfriend had been making good money with covers, but their ultimate goal was to record original songs.
they were the ‘real deal’ alice had said, they had met with an agent and were in the process of a record deal.
you tuned her out for most of the talk, but she looked proud and in the love of her boyfriend, you were happy for her. truly, you were, but something inside you ached with envy. you barely had time to date, let alone meet someone, and you did not like dating apps, so it was just you, your trashy kindle unlimited books, and a vibrator. the worst part was that they were rarely able to fulfill your needs. so you just ignored, ignored, and repressed your needs. focusing on schoolwork, and your jobs.
you had to make your parent’s proud, they worked hard to give you opportunities they could only wish they had.
you bottled up everything until you couldn’t. well… tonight was the night.
you sat by the bar, sipping fruity drinks and smiling at strangers as they tried their best to get into your pants.
you had enough, so you excused yourself, leaving the bar through the back door. 
your hands shook as your fingers fumbled into your purse for your pack of cigarettes. you leaned your back against the wall, facing the parking lot.
as soon as you inhaled the smoke, you could feel your heartbeat slow. 
you heard the door open, but you paid it no mind, focusing on the lightheadedness caused by the nicotine.
“hey, you’re alice’s friend right?”
you were not expecting to be acknowledged, so with furrowed brows you turned to the voice. 
your movements were slow, languid. the girl was pretty, you nodded as you took her in, not making a noise. she wore jeans and a hoodie. 
you took another drag of your cigarette before flicking it.
her green eyes met yours. 
her hair appeared to be brown, but when the incandescent light of the street lamp hit her, it turned auburn.
you smiled at the pretty stranger, the alcohol and the nicotine making you loopy.
she blushed and looked down at her dirty converse. you opened your pack and offered it to her silently, her eyes flashed to yours. with had not left her being. 
her hand trembled softly as she reached for one and placed it on her lips, you flicked on the lighter and placed it on the end of the cigarette. 
your eyes never left her as you dropped the butt of your cigarette and put it out with your shoe, not even when you placed another on your lips.
her eyes darted from you to the cars. she was nervous. but not nervous enough to break the silence.
it clicked suddenly, “hey! you’re the bassist!” you flashed your teeth.
she nodded, her eyes wide.
this time they maintained your gaze. 
the peace was broken when the door opened once again and alice, her boyfriend, and the rest of the band strutted out.
alice took in the scene and smiled, “hey guys! we’ve been looking for you two!”
“well love, we’ve been here, smoking, and talking.” you cocked your head
“ellie? talking?”
you chuckled, “ellie huh? no, not really, we just smoked.”
ellie’s face and ears turned red, which you found adorable. the rest of the band, which consisted of two other boys, chattered in the background.
you took a last inhale before putting out the cigarette and walking toward alice with a smile.
“look at you all drunk and happy!” alice wrapped her arm around your waist, smashing the sides of your hips together.
you rolled your eyes. “i’m hungry.”
“how about we eat at that diner you love?”
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the drive to the diner had been… something.
alice’s boyfriend, always the designated driver drove. alice rode shotgun, her feet on the dash as she skipped song after song. you sat by the window, forehead resting on the glass. ellie’s hips pushed into yours, she did her best not to squirm. but the drummer and the keys were trading kisses, and alice held hands with the lead singer. 
ellie felt lonely, and she wanted to talk to you, but her throat closed up in anxiety every time she thought of something to say.
you were so pretty, you oozed confidence. 
the moment your eyes met hers her heart had skipped a beat.
and at the restaurant, she could feel herself spiraling the moment the pretty waiter started to flirt with you.
you smiled at them and did not seem that put off by their advances.
and when you pocketed their number at the end of the night, well she knew there was no hope. that did not stop her from dreaming though…
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“so who is the girl the song’s about huh?”
“babe, it’s no one!”
“oh please-”
“i swear!”
“you are the one who writes the lyrics! just tell me you don’t love me anymore!”
the argument had gone on for about half an hour, it had just escalated as alice’s soon-to-be ex denied and denied. you could barely hear alice and her boyfriend arguing through the walls.
you made yourself a sandwich.
the other members of the band were not so subtly hooking up in the guest bathroom.
and ellie squirmed on the sofa.
“BABE! calm the fuck down.
oh. fuck no. you were seconds away from barging in, when- 
“i did not want- FUCK- ellie wrote the song okay?”
you froze completely.
“oh!”
“fuck!”
the screaming match turned into whispers and your ears were unable to pick up the words.
you turned your head to ellie, she looked so embarrassed you pitied her. 
so you did the best thing you thought would reduce the embarrassment. you grabbed your computer and sat on the counter, opening your mails and going through your rejections and some callbacks, jotting them down…
the door to alice’s room opened.
you looked up from the computer at her. mascara stained her cheeks, but she had the most devilish smile, causing you to scrunch your brows.
 alice was plotting something. you smiled at her before bolting. shutting your laptop and rushing to your room.
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you started saying yes to alice whenever she asked you to join her and the band. choosing to ignore the sly smirk she gave you each time.
but you could not help it, you enjoyed being around the bassist. even though she seemed a bit nervous around you. but you found it endearing, plus, at the end of the night you would get to smoke with ellie. 
even the silences were comfortable around her. 
sometimes, you would tell ellie about your day, rant about work. she would listen and give you hums of empathy for your woes.
you were left alone with her most of the time.
the other four coupled up and went their own ways.
they started singing more original stuff, not just covers.
you started seeing alice less and less whenever ellie was present. and you knew it was deliberate. 
if only ellie wasn’t so afraid of you, or nervous around you.
but you liked it, the silence. liked ellie.
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your eyes were heavy, you could feel yourself on the edge of unconsciousness. 
it was late, your earliest class had been canceled. so you scrolled mindlessly on your phone.
your thumb swiped up again and again.
until…
you blinked hard. was that?
it was ellie, she was singing, strumming her guitar. the post was tagged original song.
i am a moth
who just wants to share your light
im just an insect
trying to get out of the night
i only stick with you
because there are no others
you are all I need
you're all I need
her voice was soft and beautiful.
she looked so concentrated. 
you felt your heartache.
was this song about you? you laughed at yourself. how presumptuous. you were delusional.
she did not even talk to you. you thought it was because she was nervous.
maybe she just did not like you. 
maybe she was stuck with you, while she yearned for someone else.
the video had more than half a million likes.
thousands of comments asking about who it was. ellie had pinned one comment “me when sapphic yearning, she loves me guys (she doesn’t even think twice about me)”
you furrowed your brows. clicking onto her profile.
she had four videos up. one was a cover of a jeff buckley song.
the other was a cover of the song “well i wonder” by the smiths.
and a third was a short one of her talking about the band she was in and the next venues where they would play.
a lot of the comments were asking for more original work.
all three posts were insanely popular.
all posted in the past two weeks.
your heart pounded with ache, jealousy, and something else. something ugly.
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ellie couldn’t help but wonder if she had made the right choice. sharing her music.
she had gotten mostly positive comments, a lot of likes and shares.
she had been writing more and more lyrics. the rest of the band teased her a bit, but they liked her songs more than the stuff that theo, the lead singer had written.
he joked about losing his place in the band.
but ellie had reassured him that she would die before singing in public. and that her thing was still the bass. 
they were all looking forward to the weekend.
all of ellies posts have gone viral. the most popular was her original song. but the one she had posted about the band had 20k likes. so they were looking forward to playing.
it was almost friday, and the whole week the band had been practicing extra just in case.
the whole time her nerves were wrecked, had you seen the video and realized what she felt for you?
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you desperately needed a smoke. the venue was full, it wasn’t cramped, but there were more people than usual.
you tried to stay, and you did, you lasted a while. a lot of people had left, but a few people were waiting to meet ellie. you overheard some girls talking about her, and how they wanted to be ellie’s comfort and make her feel better, and you felt the walls close.
the set was almost over, so you saw no harm in walking out for a smoke. so that’s what you did.
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ellie noticed the exact moment you left. her chest felt tight. had she made you feel uncomfortable with the lovesick songs?
she wanted to out after you. but there had been a small group of girls that had come from the post.
so she made small talk, even though she didn’t want to. she needed to build a good relationship with people who interacted with her music if she ever wanted a career as a musician.
as soon as that was done, everyone wanted to go home.
so she barely got to interact with you. not that she did interact.
she just like sharing a smoke with you. just breathing in the same air.
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it was late, more specifically early.
weeks later and ellie and the band had become an indie sensation.
there had been an after party, you assumed it was not the first. but it had been the first you had gone too.
you had monday off. so you could take sunday and monday to recover.
it was saturday now. it was six am and the party wasn’t over. it had just moved. 
at three am you and the rest of the group left the party to go to a pizza place that was open 24 hours during the weekends.
you could barely keep your eyes open. but it was the first time you had seen ellie in weeks.
at four thirty the party moved to the top floor apartment the band shared. it was spacious, payed for by theo’s rich parents.
you started feeling uncomfortable. because this was turning into a sleepover. 
you were there with alice, and she was with theo in his room.
the keys and the drums were in their room, and you were on the balcony. leaning on the railing.
you felt anxiety grow in your chest. you felt like an intruder.
the door to the balcony opened, and you thought it was alice. she had told you she was going to check on you.
“i wanna leave, i don’t feel like i’m wanted here…” your voice trailed off as you turned towards the door. “oh. i’m sorry i thought you were alice.” you forced a chuckle.
“why do you feel unwanted here?” ellie furrowed her eyebrows.
“oh, i don’t know… because we are always left alone, and you won’t talk to me, so i think you don’t like me, and i just- you know what? i’m sorry, i’m just tired, i’m calling a cab.”
you moved to leave, brushing past her. you were yanked back softly by her fingers wrapping around your wrist.
“i don’t want you to leave.”
you rolled your lips. you were too tired for this shit.
“but you won’t talk to me.”
“i had smoked a bit in high cool, i don’t really like smoking. i don’t like drinking either. but, i don’t know- i guess i thought that the only way to be around you was under the pretense of a cigarette.”
your inhale was sharp, your heart raced. “who are the songs about ellie?”
she smiled sadly, meeting your eyes. the whole conversation, her eyes had been wandering around you. but her eyes shifted to meet yours. you felt tension thick around the two of you.
“i think you know.” ellie murmured.
you took a chance then. placing a hand on her hip, and the other on her nape. 
you watched as she closed her eyes, her breath shaking and a soft smile pulling at her lips.
your lips met softly, her arms were quick to pull you closer, chests flushed against each other.
i guess this would turn out into a sleepover after all.
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hi!! i was wondering if you could could do 23 (face sitting) + 26 (hair pulling) with Spencer? if i can only pick one though i'll go with 26! 🤍
taste you on my tongue
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ೃ⁀➷ a/n: this was written before bed, if you see any mistakes, no you don’t
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: face sitting, smut, dry riding, super light dom/sub undertones
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spencer was touch starved. he lived for the moments when your skin would make contact with his.
during your early stages of dating, spencer was really reserved, you thought it was because he did not like physical touch. the thing was, that he enjoyed being touched when it was you.
on one of your first date nights, you invited him over to your apartment to watch a movie, he arrived nervous and with a bottle of expensive wine. you kissed his cheek and invited him in.
you had only kissed once, and it was short and sweet, both of you wanted more. he was anxious to please you, and you did not want to make him uncomfortable.
morgan had told you of his aversion to physical touch, so you were very careful.
he had tensed when you kissed his cheek.
both of you sat on your spacious leather couch, neither focused on the movie. your eyes were too busy taking him in, and he was too busy being nervous under your ‘scrutiny’.
you raised your hand unconsciously, fingers tracing his cheekbones. he tensed, and you jerked your hand away.
“no! please don’t stop…” his head whipped to face you, and his pupils were dilated.
you smiled softly. “do you like my touch spence.” your fingers resumed their perusal. tracing along the hollows of his face.
he nodded eagerly, “yes…” his voice was breathy.
“you have a very pretty face spence.”
“you think i am pretty?” his eyes were wide, vulnerable. he had never thought of himself as pretty.
“i know you are, you are not just pretty, you are a very beautiful boy spencer.”
his eyelids fluttered close and his jaw slackened as your fingers moved to his head, nails scraping his scalp. one particular drag of your fingers made him moan.
“if i knew you would respond like this to my touch, i would have started sooner.” you yanked on his brown locks.
he lost an internal battle. moaning loudly. “yes-mmh- please!”
“you like that? you like me pulling your hair?”
he hummed in agreement.
“what else do you like?”
he blushed furiously. “i wouldn’t know…”
“c’mon, when you did anything like this before, what did you like to do? or what did you like done to you?”
he just shook his head, eyes closing in embarrassment. he felt like crying, this was mortifying, here he was with the girl of his dreams, and he was an inexperienced virgin.
“that’s okay spence, we can go slow. why don’t we find out together what you like huh?”
you pulled on his hair, forcing him to look up at you.
“does that sound good sweet boy?”
he nodded furiously, not able to form words.
“do you want to go to my room? lay down in my bed? we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. i just want my boy to be comfortable.” you smiled down at him and he melted.
his brain was mush, and he was unable to form words, so he simply nodded.
you intertwined your fingers with his and led him to your room.
“do you want to take your clothes off spencer?”
he nodded, dumbfounded, but he stayed still, eyes on you.
“do you want me to help?”
he nodded. you had left boy wonder speechless, and you loved it.
you helped him undress, his hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, you stared at his beautiful brown eyes as your fingers fumbled with his belt.
clothes discarded, spencer was left only wearing boxers, he looked so disoriented. you could not restrain yourself. you walked up and cupped his nape, bringing him closer so you could kiss him. the first real kiss in your budding relationship.
his hands went to your hips and he pulled you close, kissing you hard. he was inexperienced, but he was eager, you wrapped your arms around his neck with force toppling the both of you over and into bed.
you kissed down his jaw, to his neck, thighs straddling him.
you wanted to undress too, so you took off your shirt in one swift motion, you stood up to take the rest off, leaving you in matching underwear, you were quick to straddle him again, the apex of your thighs resting against his length. he moaned, sitting up, wrapping his arms around your waist.
you stared in awe at him, his skin flush with pleasure. you undulated your hips and he jerked.
“what do you want pretty boy?”
“i want to taste you, i want you to sit in my face.” his words came in pants.
you were not opposed, so you slid your panties off. “lay your head on the pillows spence.”
you crawled up his body. pussy gushing with need.
when your pounding cunt made contact with his mouth, both of you moaned, he had never tasted anything as good as you.
his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, moving your hips. they jerked and spasmed as he worked your cunt with his tongue. you held onto the headboard with a death grip.
it wasn’t long before you peaked, orgasming in a crescendo of pleasure.
sated, you crawled back down, seating your dripping cunt on top of his dick. you leaned down to kiss him, licking and sucking at his chin, tasting the remnants of your cum.
“you did so good spencer, so good.”
you rocked your hips, and you could feel him jerk.
you planted your hands on his chest and dry rode him until he was a trembling, writing mess. he moaned and whined about how he had never felt anything like you.
“wait until your dick slides into my tight wet pussy, that will feel even better baby boy.”
his jaw opened in a silent o, his hips gripped the flesh of your hips as your words sent him over the edge.
he could only imagine how good your cunt would feel around him. he could not wait to give you all his firsts, he knew you would take such good care of him.
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i want, i want, i want, i want you
ೃ⁀➷ college roomates ellie williams x fem reader
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ೃ⁀➷ summary: ellie never imagined the pretty roommate she tolerated would turn out to be the love of her life
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: 18+smut, college roommates to lovers, r has a cheating bf, implied homophobic slur from exbf, slight slow burn, jeslousy, hurt/comfort, wet dreams, oral r receiving, kinda rushed ending :///,
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ellie williams was tired. she never thought she would be the type to be homesick… guess she learned something new every day.
she stared at the small cracks in the ceiling from her bed, turning her head to rest her eyes on the opposite side of the room.
the building was made up of dorms, each dorm had one living room, two bathrooms, and three rooms, and each room had two beds.
so six girls to a dorm.
and she was one of the last to arrive. she could hear the bustling of the other rooms. the girls were getting ready to go to some activity to get to know other students. they had invited her and she had turned them down with a strained smile. they were nice. she just wasn’t in the mood.
her phone buzzed, probably messages from her best friend dina. dina and she were inseparable since childhood. their friendship was so strong that it even survived their curiosities. when ellie realized she liked girls and dina… well dina was dina, and ellie and she found out soon enough they were better off as platonic.
ellie closed her eyes, her breaths slowing down, one arm sprawled over her stomach, the other under her nape.
she tried to imagine what type of roommate she would get.
she toed the line between unconsciousness and consciousness, but before she could cross to the other side, she was startled awake.
she jerked her body into a sitting position, sight blurry.
“oh shoot! sorry!” you giggled.
ellie blinked slowly, her vision clearing up, eyes taking you in.
“ ‘m sorry….” you paused, not knowing her name.
“ellie.” her voice was raspy to her ears.
“hi, ellie! i am y/n!” you grinned at her, and damn her she was struck dumb.
her eyes snaked over you, drinking you in.
shiny soft legs, soft thighs exposed by a high-waisted short pink skirt, it barely showed your belly button. you wore a soft pink baby tee with white hearts on it.
your teeth were bared, soft glossed lips stretched into a smile. your wrists adorned with friendship bracelets, fingers glittering with artisanal rings, you even had an ankle bracelet, your white sneakers said ‘off white’ in a barbie pink font.
money.
“babe!” a girl’s voice screamed.
wait…. where you??
“can we come in now? your fucking boyfriend keeps whining and only you can put up with his shit.”
“ellie! is it okay if my friends come in? they are helping me unload all my stuff!”
ellie nodded, struck dumb by your bubbly energy.
“alright, you can come in!”
two girls walked in carrying boxes, followed by a tall lanky guy. she coked her head. he was kinda good looking. if you were into guys.
she just stared as they babbled at you, and you turned your attention toward them.
“um- i’m going to…” she jumped off the bed, snatching her phone and wallet and rushed out.
“damn, she looks like she has a stick up her ass.” the guy snorted as she left. she froze, out of sight, but still within earshot.
“oh shut up nick, please! we probably overwhelmed the poor girl, she seems nice. well, she seemed angry, but i did wake her up from her nap…”
she could not stop her lips from twitching softly.
“oh stop defending her, babe, she looks like a total bitch.”
your friends giggled and she did not stay to hear your response.
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ellie stomped her way out the courtyard. she was fuming. she missed joel. shit. she was severely homesick for her shitty high school life. rose-tinted glasses and all that shit.
she missed her foster dad and his shitty truck. and his shitty jokes, and his grumpy personality. guess the adopted apple did not fall far from the tree.
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when ellie got back to the dorm it was well past midnight. she expected you to be asleep. and you weren't.
it was already sunday, and classes would start monday.
she did not want to be tired and sleepless on her first day of college.
you were curled up in bed reading, the lights were off save for a light lamp on your desk.
you had made yourself at home from what she could see. frills and pink all over your side of the room. picture frames decorated your desk, photos of your friends and your boyfriend. her gut wrenched with an ugly feeling.
your fingers were curled around a pink heart pop socket, with was stuck to a green reading device.
your eyes strayed from the device to rest on her.
you looked shy.
did she scare you? fuck.
she gave you a tense smile, opening drawers and grabbing her pajamas. she did not feel like changing in front of you, so she grumbled out an excuse and made her way to the shared bathroom. changing from her jeans and flannel into sweatpants and a wifebeater.
when she got back your attention was back to your e-reader.
you gave her a tentative smile, before turning your gaze back to the device.
so that was how it was going to go. fine. she could live with that. she did not need to like you or be liked by you, she just had to tolerate you. and she would just have to endure it.
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you dreamt of your roommate. her frowns and the way her eyebrows furrowed. the dream was nonsensical, you woke up with a dull ache in your chest. you did not enjoy not being liked. you were a people pleaser. and you wanted to get along with ellie. she just seemed disinterested.
she only gave you curt smiles, not even good mornings or goodnights.
and that was how it was the first few days.
terse nods, and tight smiles.
she stayed on her side of the room, and you stayed on yours.
she would be typing frantically on her pc into the wee hours of the morning.
you deduced she was a computer science major by all the unintelligible coding you were able to glean from her screen.
one thursday night you lay on your belly, typing away at your new mac book air.
it was a gift. everything was a gift lately. your shitty divorced absent parents trying to placate you with shit and AMEX cards.
you turned your attention toward your assignment.
fricking essays. your fault for being an english major.
you were so bored and exhausted. you sighed, time to get comfort from one of the only ways you knew.
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“however, beneath his intellectual facade, a darkness was brewing—a resentment for society and a deep-seated hatred for the modern technological world that would eventually consume him-”
“what the fuck?!”
ellie watched, amused as you shut your expensive laptop close, and turned around to face her.
you were nervous. why were you nervous?
“hi ellie! did not know you were coming home early today! you are always in late, so i expected you to be here later today! i would have worn my headphones if i knew you were coming early! i love my headphones, i just got them, they are the best! you know i-”
“are you always this articulate?” ellie interrupted you before you could lose your breath.
you froze. “did you just quote meg from hercules to me?” your jaw dropped.
“whatever crazy girl.”
“hey! that’s rude!”
“what were you watching anyway?” ellie moved around her side of the room, rummaging through her backpack.
“i’ll have you know that i was watching murder mystery and makeup!”
she laughed loudly.
you stared, she had just laughed. you made her laugh.
“that is psycho! what even is the appeal of true crime anyway?”
“you would not get it,” you grumbled.
she smirked, “to each their own.”
“whatever sunshine.”
“sunshine?”
“you know, cus you are always smiling and stuff.”
she laughed again. “you know, you are not too bad for a crazy girl.”
“ellie!” you whined, she just laughed. and it was your new favorite sound. you would degrade yourself to hear that sound again.
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you could not believe it, your roommate was watching murder mystery and makeup. “well, well, well…" you laughed, she met your eyes with a guilty look, her cheeks slightly flushed.
“i just wanted to see what all the fuss was about!” she was defensive. cute.
“and?”
“its… okay.”
you smiled in glee. “see sunshine, i am not crazy!”
“well..” she could barely contain her smile. you were so sweet, and she loved how you called her sunshine, “maybe a little, but you are a likable amount of crazy.”
you grinned, “each monday, a new episode comes out! we can watch them together!” you squealed.
“murder mystery makeup mondays? that is insane.”
“right!” you grinned.
“i would love to watch them with you.” she glanced up, meeting your eyes. you returned her tentative smile with a huge grin.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
ellie dreamt of you, not for the first time, and not for the last, but it was different that night, it would become a nightly occurrence. she dreamt of your smile, your lips. your thighs…
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
“hey ellie! i’m going to a party tonight.” it was friday afternoon, and ellie dozed on her bed, you were sprawled on yours. “would you like to come?”
“i don’t know…”
“my friends are coming!”
“is that supposed to make me want to go?” she raised an eyebrow.
“don’t be mean!”
“are those the same friends that call you babe?”
“yeah…”
she huffed.
“please! i’ll do your makeup!”
“now there is absolutely no way i am going. babe.”
you pouted, giving her your best puppy eyes. she caved in. her stomach fluttering with something foreign.
“fine but you will not do my make up!”
you gave her a sweet smile, telling her nonverbally that you were absolutely going to do her makeup.
you burrowed into your bathroom drawer, grabbing your makeup bag.
you set your eyes on ellie. she looked comfortable on her bed.
“let me do your make up please ellie!”
ellie was not dumb. she covered her face. shaking her head wildly.
you were not giving up. so you jumped on her bed.
smiling maniacally.
“oh you will let me do your make up williams! so help me…”
she lowered her hands. “you know what? i never realized, you do not swear! you don’t say any curse words ever!”
you took her distraction as an opportunity. sliding a leg over her hips. your skirt rising up your thighs.
“what the fuck are you doing bubbles?”
“bubbles?” you giggled.
“yes! cus you are so bubbly all the fucking time!”
“alright sunshine.” you rolled your eyes, shifting on her lap.
your skirt barely covered you.
ellie flushed.
you chose to ignore the flutters in your stomach. the pounding in your core.
fuck.
you ignored the curse words angry in your subconscious.
but ellie did not have that kind of denial. she was panicking.
your bare legs were so warm. she placed her hands on your thighs.
you fumbled around your makeup bag.
“i’m thinking eyeliner and mascara, and lips. your skin is so so pretty. i love your freckles. it would be a shame to hide them…” you uncapped the eyeliner.
her eyes fluttered shut. she was struck dumb.
her words failed her. her heart was pounding so fast she feared you could hear it. but you were too busy ignoring your feelings.
so she closed her eyes and let herself be touched.
her calloused fingers curled around the plush soft skin of your thighs.
your weight a delicious heat on her middle.
your fingers were quick and light. soft. she could feel everything. your warm breath. smell your scent. vanilla and coconut. she concentrated on your smell. she could get intoxicated on your scent alone.
her skin tingled where your fingertips made contact. you did more than eyeliner, she could feel the soft bristles of a makeup brush drag on her eyelids. she felt the wet tug of the eyeliner.
“open your eyes, m gonna do your mascara now.”
her eyelids flew open and she almost gasped.
god you were pretty on top of her.
“eyes on my chest.” your voice was raspy.
did you feel it too?
she gave herself permission to stare at your chest. she wanted to bury her face in it. take your shirt and bra off and just… fuck. she was so turned on.
“alright, m gonna do your lips now ells. i am going to apply this lip tint first, and then lip oil.”
they were both dior. you were so fucking different it was ridiculous.
but god damn her she wanted you. badly. desperately.
she almost moaned when your eyes met her lips.
and it was torture.
she yearned for you.
but your phone rang and the spell was broken.
you jumped off her, leaving her cold.
“its nick! he’s almost here with soph and annie!” you grinned at her.
she nodded. shellshocked.
reality punching her in the stomach.
she pouted as you waited for your fucking asshole of a boyfriend.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
at least your shitty friends were not actually that shitty, they were… kind of nice. in their own way. they included her in the campus gossip. all the while she stared at you. you seemed different with your boyfriend. off. muted.
he rambled on and on, and when you tried to speak, he would give you an ugly look, speaking over you.
they arrived at the frat house when the party was in full swing.
she followed you into the party, hating herself for allowing you to convince her.
soph and annie made their excuses, saying they were going to meet some guys.
nick gave you a kiss on the cheek and a smile that did not meet his eyes, before wandering off.
just you and her.
she was really nervous all of a sudden. the both of you stood staring at each other.
she did not know what to do, how to react.
but you saved her from further embarrassment.
you slid your hand in hers and yanked her towards the bar. “come on! lets get some drinks!”
and drink you did.
you took shots with random people. it was strange, seeing how bubbly you were with others, not just her. but it was her hand you were holding. her fingers in yours.
she had a soft smile on her face for a long while. she watched you have fun. and when you offered to do shots with her she declined. she wanted to stay sober to take care of you.
“bubbles, come on, you need to slow down.” she tried to reign you in to no avail.
so not long after you were dry heaving and she was dragging you up the stairs into a bedroom so you could vomit in peace.
she opened the first unlocked door.
and fuck.
it was your shitty boyfriend.
balls deep in another girl.
your hands flew to your mouth.
silence, the pounding bass of the house music, and the party was the only sound in the room.
“shit babe!” nick tucked his condom covered dick in his pants. fucking gross.
you ran into the bathroom, she could hear the sounds of you emptying your stomach into the toilet.
she death stared your hopefully now ex-boyfriend, and the bleach blonde girl who was hurriedly putting her clothes on.
she was seething, jaw tight. how could he fumble so badly. he was the luckiest douche in the world, and he was taking you for granted.
“fuck you!” the girl babbled, clearly drunk off her rocker. ellie cocked her head.
“yea alright…” she pushed past your cheating ex and the girl to get to you.
unfortunately nick followed.
the heaving sounds had stopped.
you were kneeling, head resting on the toilet. ellie knelt behind you, raking her hands through your hair. you shivered.
“come on angel, let’s go home.”
“angel! oh i get it now. have fun with my sloppy seconds!”
ellie froze, she stood up, slowly turning towards nick. “what the fuck did you just say asshole?”
nick just laughed. you looked up, wiping your lips with your wrist, bleary eyed, not really having a response to anything. mind numb.
ellie looked so pretty angry you thought.
“i said, have fun with my fucking seconds you fuckin dy-” before he could finish the slur, ellie punched him in the nose. damn she had a strong right hook.
you snorted.
your ex glared at ellie, nursing his wound. ellie, apparently could not catch a break, before the fucking blond launched herself at her. ellie won with some minor scrapes, nick dragged his bitch off ellie.
you stood up, swaying.
“take me home ellie.” you were about to cry.
ellie wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders.
“babe!”
“oh shut up nick, we are done. you idiot- i’m- ugh!” you groaned, walking out the room, stomping down the stairs and out the entrance, ellie not close behind.
the ride home was a blur. sophie and annie had made a frat bro drive you home.
your friends comforted you, and you felt guilty but you did not want to be around them. they were in too many memories with nick. so you bid them goodbye as you walked to the dorm.
“i’m going to take a shower, please wait for me.” your voice was small as you looked into ellies eyes.
her jaw tightened.
you got out of the shower teary eyed.
ellie was in her pajamas sitting in the living room. and goddamn you she looked so pretty.
she was also freshly showered, having used the other bathroom. she looked so pretty you burst into tears.
“sweetheart,” her voice was soft as she stood up, walking towards you. she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you close. you lost it. wrapping your arms around her neck and burrowing your face in the crook of her shoulder.
“come on, let’s get you to bed.”
you just sobbed into her neck in response.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
you awoke curled up in ellies arms.
there was something so sick and twisted in the way that she made you feel so much more than when you were with nick. it was messed up. but you could not help but like the way she made you feel.
you had won her friendship. and it was everything you ever needed and more.
you burrowed into her warmth. sighing in contentment when her arms tightened around you.
your legs were tangled together and you wanted to stay like that forever.
but your phone rang, meaning someone had called you twice, because it was on do not disturb. you groaned, unraveling your limbs from ellie’s, you reached for your phone.
leave it to nick to ruin everything.
you declined the call and opened your phone to dozen of messages from your now ex. messages begging for forgiveness, then angry messages tearing at you.
you decided you were done with his bull.
so you did not even answer his texts, you left him on read before blocking his contact. opening up all your social media apps, and blocking him on all your accounts.
you turned back to ellie’s bed. but you froze when you saw her weary eyes on you. your heartbeat raced. and some inexplicable feelings rose in your chest.
so you smiled.
“it was my ex. i left him on read, then blocked him. everywhere.” you gulped nervously.
“m sorry. angel, i-“
and to make matters worse, her phone rang. it was a different ringtone than the ones you heard when her phone rang. someone special. your gut wrenched in jealousy.
ellie gave you an apologetic smile, before answering her phone.
her whole face changed, lighting up. and you felt like crying. shoot. why were you so jealous. you had only known ellie for almost two months. you had no claim on her. so you turned around and pretended not to listen.
“dina! hi how are you! its been a while…no fucking way!” she laughed so loud. you had never gotten her to laugh like that.
you clenched your jaw.
she gave you a smile as she walked out the room, you peeked your head out the door and watched her leave the dorm.
what the heck?
you fluttered around your desk. anxious. waiting for her to get back. she had left in her pajamas, barefoot. she was not going far.
and in less than ten minutes she was back in the dorm living room.
with a girl.
huh.
“hi! you must be y/n, i am dina! ellie has told me about you.” the dark haired girl gave you a smile.
“hi, i- ah!” you gave her an awkward smile.
“what? don’t tell me ellie has not told you about me?” her hands went to her hips in what you could see was mock outrage.
“this is dina, my childhood best friend.”
“and her favorite ex.”
your heart stood still.
ellie scoffed and rolled her eyes. “please dina, you are my worst and best ex. you, unfortunately are my only ex.”
they laughed and joked and your world stopped.
ellie was into girls. you suspected. how could you not. she just gave you a vibe. and well, now that it was offical. you… what? you what? you weren’t into girls from what you knew.
you were not opposed to being into girls.
you stared at the floor and blinked. you were into ellie. and you liked her so much. thoughts of putting on makeup while you sat in her lap flashed in your mind. her hands in your thighs. heat rushed to your face. shit.
you felt like throwing up. it was probably the hangover.
it took you a few seconds to realize the girls had stopped talking and where staring at you expectantly.
“huh?” you exclaimed dumbly.
“would you like to get coffee with us?”
you hummed in assent.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
the campus coffee shop was a cozy place. and dina was surprisingly nice.
she asked about your classes and your friends, she asked you after your boyfriend and you hissed softly “ex,” you cleared up.
dina laughed lightly. “touchy subject, i get it. i guess you straight people can’t be friends with your exes can you? not like me and ellie!”
“ ‘m not straight!” you grumbled softly, barely audible.
but dina grinned. “really now? ellie did not mention that tiny detail. huh… are you free fri-“
“dina!” ellie warned. her cheeks were flushed. “she just broke up, let her breathe first.”
“aha. yea. sure. well. whenever you need a rebound, you can ask ellie for my number.” dina winked and you giggled. something told you not to take her seriously. so you laughed.
ellie seemed mad. you walked back to the dorm and she was fuming. huh.
she called out your name.
“how about you go inside, i’ll walk dina to her car.”
you hummed, furrowing your brow, but nodding and following her words. walking into your room to get ready for bed.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
ellie had never had the urge to hit her best friend, but well, theres a first for everything.
she was fuming. and dina was aware. she had lost it. she was bent over at the waist howling in laughter.
“fuck ellie! you are w, h, whipped! jesus. you are a goner. plus shes not even straight! did you know that? i bet even she did not know that!”
“har har har dina, please shut the fuck up.” ellie rolled her eyes. but now that she was sure dina had just been joking she felt a little less blood thirsty.
“whatever lovesick, i have to go now, the drive back home is long. and it’s getting late. you get back to your missus ellie.” dina guffawed.
ellie could not help herself, she pulled dina into her and hugged her close. “drive safe asshat, i love you.” she laughed softly.
when she got back to the room you shared. you were curled up in bed, arms wrapped around a pillow. your breath was deep and she smiled down at you softly.
pretty girl. and if she was lucky, you would be her pretty girl.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
“oh fuck! yes- ahhh, ellie! shit! ple-please.”
ellie woke with a start.
for a second she thought she was hallucinating, but no. she had been awoken by her name on your lips
she stared at the ceiling wide eyed.
what the fuck?
what. the. fuck?!
ellie had to be hallucinating.
but no. she was ninety nine percent certain she was awake.
you moaned and murmured, and your bedsheets rustled as you shifted in your sleep.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
you were so close, jesus, you just needed…
you froze, you were jerking your hips softly, what?
for a few seconds you just blinked in a confused daze.
you had just woken up. you had been dreaming about….
fucking, shit. you could feel slick wetness in your panties, and the heavy ache of need on your cunt.
the dream was good.
but it left you wanting.
you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, bed sheets sliding off your legs, your shorts had ridden up your ass.
you were panting.
ellie was sitting in her desk, typing away at the computer.
your chest rose and fell heavily.
she turned around with a suspiciously nonchalant smile. “how’d you sleep?” her eyes were glistening as if she knew.
but no, you were being paranoid.
“it was fine.”
she just hummed and turned back into her work.
and that was that.
at least you thought so.
but no. it was reoccurring. you dreamt of her every night that week. and unbeknownst to you, the starring character off your lewd dreams stayed awake to hear you moan her name.
ellie was in cloud nine. she was not going to say anything. but she knew she had a chance with you.
and she was barely paying attention in class. her thoughts would circle back to the way her name sounded from your lips.
the way the only times she only heard you curse when you were dreaming about her.
she smiled more. people were nicer to her. she was happy. she was just practicing patience.
she was undeterred by your awkwardness.
you could barely stare into her eyes.
but she was patient when it came to you.
and you were working stuff out with yourself. so she just enjoyed the time she spent with you. even if it was in silence. it was a comfortable cozy silence.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
a single tear rolled down your cheek, as you stood on the doorway of the room one friday afternoon. you closed the door behind you softly as you walked into your room.
ellie had a beautiful singing voice.
her voice was raspy and beautiful, she could carry a tune so well.
“i tell my love to wreck it all
cut out all the ropes and let me fall
my my my, my my my, my my
right in this moment, this order's tall”
her fingers were deft as they struck at the chords on her acoustic guitar.
bon iver.
you choked on air. “shit.”
she stopped, looking up from her bed to you.
“hey, hey, hey! what’s wrong?”
you fucking broke.
you gasped for air. what the fuck was going on with you?
you did not know.
ellie softly lay her guitar on the floor.
and you reached for her.
crawling on top of her.
her arms were on you in milliseconds. running up and down your sides.
you sat on her lap, legs around her hips.
you sobbed.
ellie hummed as you shook in her arms.
“sweetheart….”
“ellie, i just-“ you stammered.
“i know angel, we don’t have to talk about it.”
her fingers slid into your scalp and you gasped.
“i can’t-“
you looked into her eyes. and you just. stared at her lips.
you were so obvious she huffed a laugh.
“it’s not funny ellie.”
“it’s not funny, it’s cute.”
you dragged your gaze back to her eyes. the corner of her eyes were crinkled. she had such beautiful eyes.
“your eyes are so pretty. they are the prettiest shade of green…”
she hummed, maintaining eye contact.
and when she leaned in you took the opportunity to meet her lips with yours.
her lips were soft and plump. and they smiled against yours.
“fucking finally. i have been hearing you moan out my name in your sleep for days.”
“ellie!” you whined.
“it was torture. you know what i wanted to do?”
you shook your head, struck dumb by her fingers sneaking up your skirt.
“i wanted to wake you up with my tongue on your pussy, make your dreams reality.”
you sighed, her calloused fingers massaged your inner thighs.
“lay your back on the bed angel.”
you hummed, doing what she asked you to.
she leaned down to kiss you, “can i please take this off?”
you nodded, as she shifted to slide your panties off your legs.
you glistening pussy bare to her.
she licked her lips.
“please ellie…” you whined.
and who was she to deny her girl?
she slid your shirt off, leaving you in your bra and your skirt.
she kissed down your body, leaving shivers where her lips fell.
and then. she was finally where you needed her. the moan that left your lips was nothing like the ones from when you were asleep.
it was unrestrained and real.
ellie let out a mirroring moan when her tongue finally got to taste your arousal.
it was better than anything she could imagine.
she ate you out like a woman starved. your thighs were quick to press against her ears.
they shook.
no one had ever eaten you out before.
it was. heavenly.
especially since it was her lips, her tongue on you.
your fingers slipped into her short aburn hair. holding her close.
“ellie!” you could do nothing but moan out her name.
words failing you.
and she understood.
two fingers joining her mouth. sliding into your gummy walls.
your hips jerked, and spasmed at the welcome intrusion.
you yelped when her fingers hit a particular spongy spot.
and she was smart. dragging her fingers over that delicious spot.
it wasn’t long before pressure built in your lower tummy.
you were reaching a peak you had only reached alone.
and when you reached the edge, ellie was there to catch you, lapping at your cum, taking what you gave her.
your chest rose and fell in rapid intervals.
she looked up with a grin. her chin soaked in you.
you could barely catch your breath.
you dragged ellie up by her hair.
your legs shook softly.
you kissed and licked, cleaning yourself from her chin. smiling against her lips.
“i love you sunshine.”
“i love you angel.”
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10/10/23: kinktober day 4: clark kent
ೃ⁀➷ biting, inter-species, breeding
ೃ⁀➷ word count 419
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: a bit late, but it's here! also, sorry its like super rushed, but i hope you guys enjoy. (also the biting kink is barely there but yea.... if you squint)
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clark kent kissed slowly. he took his time to taste you and learn your the shape and movement of your lips. 
after your first date, you had not been able to help yourself, inviting him to your apartment. 
currently, you slid your thigh over his lap, positioning your clothed pussy over the tent in his pants.
you dragged your hips against him, and you could feel him harden even more. his kisses rushed.
“you are going to be the death of me.” he gasped against your mouth.
“please…”
his hands shook as he unbuttoned your blouse. he was restraining himself. you were bared to him, and not one second passed where your skin was untouched. his rough hands on you at all times.
it was the heat of the moment that made you forget you had been off the pill for the last few weeks.
he was inside you when you groaned at the thought of belonging to him, having a piece of him forever.
“clark, wait-” you moaned.
he immediately stopped, moving away, and you dragged him back toward you. 
“i’m- i’m not on anything. but we can’t reproduce, right? i mean- you aren’t a human right?”
it was probably too soon for this, for the words that clark was about to say. but he did not care.
“want to find out if we can make a baby? want me to put my super babies in you?” 
his cock pushes inside you and you groan.  fucking you at an achingly slow pace. wanting to get you to admit.
“please”
“what was that?” he thrusts his hips slowly, and you break.
“yes! please! just, come inside me!” you bite into his shoulder, and it ignites something deep within him. his hips stuttered,  his thrusts erratic and punishing. 
it was delicious, you felt the pressure build inside you, coiling in your belly, ready to snap.
“ ‘m gonna have you forever, mine. my babies inside of you.”
his words and hard thrusts made the coil snap, making you scream and clench around him. you could barely hear him come, you just felt him paint your walls with his come.
his thrusts slowed as he came down from his pleasure.
he had been waiting for so long. too many longing glances and excuses of friendship.
he had been your best friend before, but the both of you had always wanted more. neither of you seemed to think rationally, excited at the thought of being tied together for the rest of your lives.
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PLEASE I AM BEGGING FOR ELLIE GETTING STRAPPED
There’s so little and it’s so hot
ೃ⁀➷ subby ellie williams x afab reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count 646
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: just a short blurb :))) (tw: not beta read)
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i feel like ellie would be so reluctant at first. you would have to be the one to bring it up. ellie would not be used to being serviced. she would be resistant to submit fully. but there was something about you that had her melting like putty under your ministrations.
it would be a lazy sunday afternoon, and you’d be making out softly in your bed. you’d be wearing some pretty panties, and ellie would be wearing her boxers, and that would be the only thing you would be wearing.
your chests would brush against each other, nipples pebbled with pleasure.
you loved her neck. you loved the taste of her skin, you loved kissing her pulse point, and having her melt. have her sigh in pleasure.
her hands would be buried in your scalp, head thrown back in pleasure.
“els…” you had waited for the perfect moment to breach the subject. and right now, with her head in that safe space you knew she loved. you wanted to make her feel good.
she hummed in response.
“i wanna try something… i want to make you feel good, can you let me make you feel good?”
“yes-please!” she would wine as you untangled yourself from her, but you did not go far.
you opened the drawer and she gasped, guessing your thoughts.
you would smile as you put on the strap on, the harness would go around your waist and in between your thighs. tight against your pantie covered cunt.
ellie’s thighs were clenched.
she would put up a fight first, for the sake of her pride.
but you would kiss her softly, and she would melt.
hesitation giving way to pleas, “please- i need- i need you inside me!”
“ ‘m working on that el, give me a sec, needy girl.”
she would moan, and her cunt would pulse with need as she watched you lather the dildo with lube.
you would use the leftover lube and wipe it on her pussy with one hand, the other would be holding her leg open.
“how would you like me to take you, huh? pretty girl?”
“i want- i want you to kiss me while you- fuck me!” she would gasp out, hands reaching for your waist, pulling you onto her.
you would smile, and kiss her softly, aligning the strap on to her weeping hole.
and oh.
oh…
her moan was loud and unrestrained, fingers scratching your back wildly.
she never knew.
she had broken her hymen horseback riding, but no one had ever…
“aahhh- plea- please!”
your soft kisses would be a delicious juxtaposition to the harsh thrusts.
you would plant a forearm next to her head, and slide a hand between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on her clit.
her nails on your back made you grunt, but you had no complaints.
seeing her writhe with pleasure, eyes rolled to the back of her head, and pretty mouth open to gasp out wanton moans, made your pussy weep.
and the sharp drag of the strap on your clit made you gasp, jerking your hips faster, chasing the friction the strap between your thighs gave you.
ellie would scream, making it impossible to kiss her.
so you would nuzzle your noses together, mouths open in pleasure.
“ah! shit-fuck! i’m- ahhhh!”
your thrusts would slow as her body spasmed and jerked in the wake of her orgasm.
but you were not done, you were so close.
the harsh drag of the strap made you whine and jerk your hips until you reached that peak.
falling on top of her and peppering kisses all over.
“how was that?” you would gasp out.
cock still inside her.
“please, more!” she would beg.
and you chuckled in response, “needy girl.”
but there was nothing you loved more than taking care of your girl, making her see stars….
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i like to love, to love, to love, to love you
ೃ⁀➷ childhood friends ellie williams x fem reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count 5.2k+
ೃ⁀➷ summary: ellie knew she was in love with you before she knew she was into girls
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: modern au, hurt/comfort, jealousy (both ellie and r make out with other girls), mention of r having crushes on guys in the past, slight angst, hurt ellie, drunken fights with strangers, 18+ smut at the end (NOT BETA READ)
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ellie williams knew she was in love with you since before she knew she was into girls.
and apparently, she did a terrible job hiding it. 
“come on ellie! this is getting ridiculous i thought you would get over your silly crush on your best friend, but you never did! and really, i respect myself too much to be the other woman in this relationship.” dina laughed humorlessly. 
ellie and her now ex-girlfriend sat at a busy coffee shop. ellie’s body shook with nerves. was she really that obvious?
“yeah, ellie, you wear your heart on your sleeve. you have never looked at me the way you look at her.”
“shit- dina! sorry, i’m-“
“hey! no harm no foul! i get it, it’s a shitty situation, it does not mean we can’t be friends anymore!”
ellie gave dina a small great-full smile. “i’d like that…”
───── ⋆⋅☆·⋆ ─────
ellie was acting weird lately.
it was barely noticeable. but you knew.
the awkwardness lasted for only a few days, but you could not shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
and you were right.
“dina broke up with me…” she wrung her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. you both sat in the living room of your two-bedroom apartment. 
“oh, ells-”
“i deserved it,” she murmured, dragging a hand down her face. 
she looked exhausted.
“ellie…”
“i don’t want to talk about it!” she snapped, and when you jerked back, hurt. she hid her face in her hands, “ ‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to snap…”
“it’s okay ellie, i understand. do you want me to put on a movie?”
she nodded, her face buried into her hands.
“ellie…” you sighed, shifting your body so you could wrap her arms around her.
people always asked you how you could stand ellie, that she had a hard exterior, but here she was, melting into your arms.
“i am so tired bug.” she groaned into your shoulder.
“how about we go out?” you let go of the embrace softly.
she looked at you like you were insane.
“not like to party, but how about we go to that italian restaurant you love, my treat!”
“maybe another day. i just want to mope today. let’s order takeout.”
you wrapped your arms around her again. “you must really be mopey if you turned down a trip to silvo’s.”
she hummed. she must really be a masochist to melt into your arms.
her heart ached. she felt like screaming with frustration.
how sick of her to turn your innocent touches into spank bank material.
she hated herself apparently, for not distancing herself from you, for her own good.
she was always there to hear you talk about boys. not a slight mention of a girl. ever. 
her gut wrenched.
fuck.
her grip tightened around you. 
you obviously noticed. your hand rose to her short dark auburn hair. twirling the soft strands around your fingers.
you felt her shiver against you.
“ellie…”
she shook.
“it’s okay ellie, you’re okay…” 
her breaths evened out and before you knew it she was asleep in your arms. murmuring nonsense.
you smiled softly at your best friend. you loved her so much.
she was your whole world.
you would cut off your right arm before doing anything to lose her.
and you knew it was wrong, selfish of you, but you ignored the way she would stare a little too long. the way she would shiver at your touch. get jealous when you talked of boys. hated all of your boyfriends, even the nice ones. 
and you did not know how deep her attraction went. thinking she just thought you were pretty, not knowing the extent of her romantic love for you.
even so, you acted oblivious. you were being egotistical. you loved her so much. too much. you were scared of losing her. of fucking it up with her - like you fucked it up with every single relationship you had ever had- and losing her for good.
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ellie had bags under her eyes.
she did not really know what the fuck was wrong with her.
and apparently, she had a torture kink, because she was pathetic and she needed you and she missed you horribly when you were not around.
it was ridiculous.
even joel noticed.
she was visiting him, playing with her perfectly good food.
swirling the fork and pushing the chicken around.
“fucking hell williams what is going on with you!” joel snapped when she mumbled out a nonsensical response to a question she had not even registered.
“nothing!”
“nothing my ass! you look like a lovesick puppy! is it that same girl that had you all mopey all through high school when you realized you were into chicks?” joel chuckled.
ellie groaned in response.
“you want my fatherly advice? either tell her or move on.” joel waved his fork around.
“it’s not that easy joel, i could lose her…”
“and you would rather be sad and depressed than lose her?”
she hummed in assent.
“damn, kiddo-”
“i know! i’m hopeless, but i love her, and it would kill me to lose her.”
joel gave her a sympathetic look.
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ellie had her tongue down some other girl. you could not stop the ugly churning in your gut.
the party was dull. but you watched her and it was the same ugly feeling when she was unavailable to you while she was going out with dina.
the girl was pretty. 
you turned your attention back on the boy that was talking to you.
you looked at him critically, he was pretty, but he was putting off a different vibe, he did not seem interested in you.
“so anyway, my friend is really shy, and she will probably kill me for this, but she has been eyeing you the whole night!”
you smiled. there was always that option, and ellie had her tongue down another girl’s throat… so.
“she sounds cute! i would love to meet her.” 
the boy gave you a grin, before cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting, “bella! izzy! isabella!”
a beautiful fuming girl stomped her way to you. she had dark short silky hair and a sharp glean in her eyes
she intimidated you. in a hot way. in the same way, ellie intimidated you.
“whatever oli has been telling you he’s lying.”
she was blushing. cute.
“what? you don’t think i am cute?” you grinned.
her full glossy lips pouted. “no.” she was turning beet red.
you giggled. “too bad because i think you are pretty cute. especially when you are embarrassed. you are blushing.”
“i am not!” she crossed her arms, but her lips twitched.
“i like a challenge, and you know what? i like you.”
“you don’t know me…” her eyes were glimmering with mirth.
“i would love to get to know you bella.”
“hmmm,” her lips pursed. “well i like life, and i don’t want to die, so excuse me if i am weary of jealous exes..”
“huh?”
“there’s a girl who is staring at me like she wants to kill me, she has this blonde sucking on her neck-“
you laughed, “oh ellie? nah, she’s just a friend.”
she smiled mischievously, “wanna find out?”
“huh?”
“can i kiss you?”
your heart fluttered, definitely not because ellie was jealous. but you sighed as her soft sticky lips met yours, her arms wrapped around your neck and slid into your scalp. you moaned against her mouth, your hands went to her waist, she was also wearing a skirt. you wanted to slip a hand up her leather skirt, but you were in public.
she read your mind. “room?” 
you nodded, she tangled her fingers in you and dragged you up the stairs. giggling like middle-schoolers. you could taste her sweet gloss on your lips. 
you had to force yourself from looking back.
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ellie was fuming, she stared at you and her, asses barely covered by skirts.
what the actual fuck?
she thought you were straight as a line.
what the fuck.
she needed a smoke. 
she barely felt the girl sucking her neck like a vampire, she said something about needing some air and pushed her off, walking out the door.
she sat by the pool, blowing smoke into the air.
it had been hours.
she felt like screaming. like kicking someone, or getting into a fight.
and she did, she did not remember what, or how, or who…
and she barely remembers being pulled out.
but she did remember you.
how you screamed her name, hair mussed and lips puffy, all recently fucked not by her, you called out her name and yanked at her to stop, while some other people pulled at the other person.
the girl you had fucked was staring in shock.
the girl laughed and whispered something in your ear, it sounded something like ‘told you so’
she had had it. she pushed you off roughly, and she tried to ignore your hurt gasp
she needed to leave. so she did.
you were hot on her heels. and she was done.
“leave me alone! i need to be by myself right now, just- go back to her-“
“ellie,” you said her voice like a plea, and that was the last straw.
“please! just, leave me alone.” her voice broke.
you jerked back, hurt. you nodded dumbly. not really knowing how to react. so you watched her walk away.
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it had been a week and a half since you last heard anything from her.
you messaged her almost daily to no avail, the word ‘read’ on the corner of the text message in a small font. you tried not to be hurt by it. but your best friend was icing you out and you missed her. badly.
so you lived your life. pouring yourself into your work, doing overtime.
reading for hours. tv shows and movies did not do it. they were not enough to numb your anxious thoughts. so you read mind-numbing action-packed fantasy romance.
the rain pattered into your windows. it was late. so it surprised you when your phone rang. you were curled up reading on the couch, your fingers curled around your kindle. it was your baby. it was decorated with stickers and it had a heart-shaped pop socket on the right side for a comfortable grip. your phone was on do not disturb and only ellie and your mom’s calls were programmed to ring. you did not have it in your heart to change it. not knowing where you stood with the dark auburn hair girl.
you dreamt of her hair.
fuck.
anyway…
when your phone rang…you answered, brows furrowed in confusion.
“els?” your voice was laced with worry. this was so strange. the whole situation gave you a weird feeling. 
you heard pants on the other side of the phone.
“ellie.”
“i’m sorry, i’m here. can you open the door?”
you hung up, hurrying to open the door to your apartment.
there she was, in a white top and flannel.
drenched.
her eyes were averted, her hair darkened by the water.
“ellie…” you dragged her in for a hug. “what’s wrong? what are you doing here?”
she looked at you with furrowed brows, offended, hurt. something was horribly wrong.
“not like that el, you know i am always happy to see you, m just surprised! look at you! you are dripping wet, you must be freezing. come on, i’ll run you a bath, let me lend you some clothes. are you sleeping over?” you acted like you had just seen her yesterday.
ellie nodded, dumbstruck. “i just needed to get out of my apartment, i cannot stand my roommates at the moment, so i just-“
she just came to the first comfort place she thought of, your place. her safe place. or at least, it was…
she followed you into the bathroom and watched as you opened the cupboards.
“hey, would you like a bath bomb?”
she nodded dumbly.
you left your phone on the sink.
it was open to your home screen.
notifications took up the top of your screen.
some group chat of your straight friend group.
and then
bellar/bells<33333
what the ever-loving fuck?
? who the fuck was bella?
and why did you have her like that in your contacts?
you did not even have ellie with a heart! her name on your phone was just ‘el :)’
her heart wrenched. she ached.
fuck.
this was why she had been ghosting you. 
not that it helped. she just felt worse.
you started talking, and when she did not answer you turned around.
her gaze on your phone, you saw notification after notification of isa.
fuck.
before she could stop herself, gruff words tumbled from her mouth. “who?- who the fuck is bella?” her voice cracked.
did she really want to know? guess she was going to find out.
“she’s just a girl.” you avoided her eyes.
her hand slammed into her chest. fuck. 
“ellie?” you were concerned. how fucking nice.
“is it her? the girl you- the girl you- fuck! shit! is it the girl you-“ why was she stumbling over her words? “fucked?!”
“els?” your voice was meek, afraid.
“don’t- don’t call me that- please! i- i need to leave!”
“no!”
her chest was rising and falling exaggeratedly.
“you are not fucking leaving me again with no explanation!”
her eyes were heartbroken.
“oh.” you gasped. understanding visible in your eyes.
her body shook.
god, you were not dumb.
and now you knew.
her breath quickened.
her gut hurt, and she bent over at the waist, hands on her thighs.
you hurt watching her like this.
she was panicking. it had been years since you had to deal with one of her attacks.
you cupped her face.
“five things you can see ellie, breathe….”
“f-fuck! um- the- the fucking sink!”
“one,”
“the green bath-“ she gasped, tears escaping her bottom eyelids. “bath bomb, the floor, the toilet-“
“tell me three things you can hear…”
she was sobbing now. 
fuckk.
you could not help it, you wrapped your hands around her, and she dragged you to the floor with her. 
“your breathing, i hear- i hear my heart-“ she gulped. “my heartbeat. your voice-“
“what can you smell, baby?”
she sobbed then. “i can’t! i can’t lose you!”
“shh- shhh, baby. no one said anything about losing me, now what do you smell?”
“your perfume, my-my sweat.”
“and what do you taste?”
“the aftertaste of splenda!”
you smiled softly.
“what did you have that had splenda in it?”
your fingers played with her wet hair.
her trembling arms were on your waist.
“some fucking shit ass coffee my roommates made.”
you sighed.
“ellie.”
she hummed against your neck.
“ellie!”
“you called me baby,” she said more to herself than to you.
“do you want to take that shower?”
“i don’t want you to leave!” her voice was whiny.
“i won’t, i am going to get you some clothes while you get in the bath, and use that bath bomb, i will be back in five.”
she nodded dumbly as you smiled at her reassuringly, she watched you leave the bathroom, not wanting to seem more desperate than she already was.
she slid off her cold wet clothes, shivering. her skin pale. 
and the water was so warm, it burned her frozen feet.
but she got in.
leaning her head back on the edge of the tub.
she was numb. her body shaking with the aftershock of the anxiety.
her head ached, and she felt a chasm open up where her heart was supposed to be.
she thought she was losing you.
even if she did not get to be with you the way she wanted. she would be happy enough to still have your friendship. she would take whatever you gave her. in whatever way you could.
even if it meant accepting that you did like girls, just not her.
and that hurt.
fucking shit how that hurt.
you knocked on the door and seconds later you were inside.
she took the time to take you in, you wore a loose white sweats and a tight grey top.
she thanked the lord that you were wearing a bra.
you held in your hands a hoodie and a pair of shorts.
the clothes she always used when she slept over.
you softly placed the clothes on the toilet lid. you reached for your shampoo and knelt next to the tub.
ellie’s eyes were weary.
“look, i don’t feel like being fucking pitied right now. fuck- i should’ve just left!” ellie felt very vulnerable. why had she even put herself in this position?
the foam and the color of the bath bomb covered her up to her chest. 
“ellie… please just stay. i am not pitying you. just stay… why did you come here in the first place?”
ellie averted her eyes, “i just- missed you…”
you hummed.
ellie would cut off her right arm to be able to glean a semblance of your thoughts. 
your eyes were soft, lips pulled to the side.
she waited for the shoe to drop.
“can i wash your hair?”
she should have cracked a joke. but she did not feel like it. so she just nodded.
you reached for your shampoos.
they were some special shit, you bought them at a hair salon, probably expensive, but she did not care.
not when she dunked her head to wet her hair.
not when her eyes fluttered close as your fingers slid into her hair, massaging the shampoo, and scraping the sensitive skin of her scalp with your manicured fingernails.
she whimpered.
you took the opportunity to take her in.
ellie had always been very beautiful.
but with your fingers in her hair, her dark wet eyelashes brushing her cheeks, her jaw clenched, and soft whines leaving her lips.
she was divine.
a god on earth.
you took your time.
turning on the detachable showered and turning it on to the lowest pressure, rinsing her hair.
you applied a bit of leave-in moisturizing product on her hair, using a soft hairbrush to detangle her short strands.
she was panting. her mouth gaping slightly.
why had you waited this long?
because you were afraid of losing her…
yea. but- you had wanted her so bad, for so long. you had just repressed your feelings for her to the point that you felt them in your chest, tight and pounding. you needed her. but you wanted to take care of her first.
“el, i am going to go change into my pajamas, i’ll give you some time to change, okay? i’ll meet you in the living room whenever you are ready.” 
her eyes fluttered open, she felt your swift fingers brush strands of her fringe off her forehead.
you looked so pretty.
you always looked pretty.
but a glint in your eyes made her want to beg.
she almost did, but you smiled at her and made your way out of the bathroom.
ellie took her time, going through the motions numbly
she stared at the mirror.
she looked exhausted.
she had spent the week and a half in agony.
she could not get the image of you with her out of her mind. 
food tasted like cardboard.
and she knew she was being hypocritical. she had had her tongue down someone’s throat.
but just the thought of you and the girl made her want to throw up.
she tore her gaze from the mirror.
she felt pathetic. reduced to a nervous, anxious wreck because of her feelings for you. and ellie had no inkling of your feelings. 
you seemed to know about hers, and you weren’t kicking her out of your house, so that was good.
but the anticipation was killing her. she was at a standstill. and she was anxious to get past it. 
but she was too much of a pussy to say anything. she preferred this weird limbo than to face the fact that she could lose you.
and she would rather die than lose you.
she had almost lost it going a week and a half without seeing you. so how could she be expected to survive losing you permanently?
but no. you were not like that. 
maybe if she ignored the elephant in the room, it would go away. she gulped, took a deep inhale, and walked out of the bathroom into the living room.
there you were. 
you were curled up on the couch, tv remote in hand.
ellie turned her head to look at the windows, the curtains were open, and the rain was heavy, pounding into the glass.
she shivered.
the heater was on, but she wanted nothing more than to share body heat with you.
shit.
“come on ellie, let’s watch a feel-good movie! get under the blanket with me.”
an olive branch, a peace offering. you were telling her that everything was okay. and that things would continue to be as they were.
she exhaled, smiling softly. relieved.
she made her way to you, and you lifted the large fluffy blanket to give her an opening.
she gladly slid her limbs under the blanket.
she might have been overstepping, but she needed comfort, and you had never denied her hugs.
she had always been very touchy with you.
unable to restrain herself from reaching out. leaning her head on yours, sliding an arm into yours. you just told yourself that girls who were friends did that, and you chose to ignore the fluttering in your tummy whenever her soft warm skin made contact with yours.
but now you knew. and you would wait until tomorrow. ellie was in a vulnerable position right now. she needed comfort, so you would do your best to take care of your girl.
the sofa was sectional, it was shaped like an L, so you extended your legs and shifted your body, yanking on ellie’s upper body so she lay on top of you, your legs open to fit her body in the gap, your neck supported by a fluffy decorative pillow, she buried her face in the crook of your neck.
your hands went to her hair.
you knew how much she loved when you played with her hair.
she would melt in your arms, becoming putty.
“what does this mean?” she whispered.
“it means nothing until you are awake and conscious.”
you felt her nod into your skin.
“let’s watch a movie. what do you feel like watching els?”
“you pick bug, m tired.”
and you were complete.
pride and prejudice (2005) playing in the background, with your arms around ellie.
she was warm.
and she smelled so good.
you stole her hoodies to smell her. you loved her smell. it was so her.
you were so stupid! how dumb could you have been? how oblivious to your own feelings to not notice the way you yearned to touch her without restraint.
you slid your hands under her hoodie.
her skin was velvety soft and warm.
she whimpered. 
“can i touch you ellie?”
“p-please!”
so you did, toeing the line you had drawn.
sliding your fingers up and down her sides.
she was panting.
elizabeth and darcy long forgotten.
“let’s go to my room.”
you were quick to turn off the tv.
sliding your hand into hers and leading her into your bedroom.
her gaze on your joint hands, her heart on her throat.
it was pitch black, but both of you had this room engraved in your muscle memory.
so you shut the door behind her and led her into your bed
the silence was filled with heavy breathing as you got into the covers. you felt and heard her standing on the edge of the bed.
“get in ellie. i don’t bite. unless you want me to.”
“i am so scared bug!”
“don’t be ellie, it’s just you and me. it’s just us.”
you did not see her nod under the cover of the darkness but you felt the bed dip as she got in.
your hands were instantly on her.
she whispered your name like a prayer.
you could feel her warm breath on your lips.
“can i kiss you?” the words left your lips soft. 
in response, her lips met yours in the dark.
tentative. as if she touched you too harshly, you would disappear under her touch.
you needed more.
you slid your leg over her hip, lifting your body and positioning yourself on top of her.
your eyes adjusted to the darkness.
you could see the outline of her body, the shadows on her face.
“ellie…” your voice was soft, and you let your fingers wander. you let them touch and feel her. in ways you had not allowed yourself to.
ellie shivered under your light touch. her skin breaking into goosebumps where your fingertips made contact with her skin.
you dragged your hands up, up, under the hoodie, two twin moans left your mouths when your hands found her breasts.
who knew ellie williams had sensitive nipples? you pinched and teased them, her hips jerked softly.
“needy girl, can i take this hoodie off? let me take care of you?”
“please,” ellie’s voice was barely above a whisper. 
you smiled. why had you even waited this long to do this?
this was ellie. and this was an extension of your friendship with her. there was nothing scary in kissing her. there was something beautiful in having her scent overwhelm you, her sweet sounds of pleasure filling the room.
you slid the soft hoodie off her, leaving her upper body exposed to you. 
“i want to taste you, you do not know how long i have wanted to do this.”
“don’t- don’t lie-”
“i am not! i have wanted to have you like this since i discovered what it was to want.”
ellie gasped, her cunt clenched, she was in heaven. she never thought she would hear that kind of confession for you. but here you were, straddling her hips, kneading her tits.
she needed more.
“shh… i’m here ells.” you leaned down to pepper kisses on her neck.
she gasped as your soft lips met her sensitive flesh. sighs of pleasure escaped her lips as you kissed down her neck, nicking her with your teeth. dragging your tongue along her collarbones. 
she tasted so good. her taste was better than anything you could ever imagine.
you kissed your way to her breasts, wrapping your lips around a nipple, and sucking. swirling your tongue along the pebbled nipple. you pinched the other with your fingers.
and her hands found your head, holding you close, knotting her fingers in your hair.
you kissed lower, making her giggle softly when your lips met her tummy.
and then you kissed right above the hemline of her shorts, and she let out a strangled plea.
you smiled into her skin, hooking your fingers into the waistband of her shorts, only to find she was not wearing any underwear. 
you groaned, impatient, you dragged the shorts down her legs and threw them to the floor somewhere. her thighs were clenched, hips spasming softly.
“open your legs ellie, i want to taste you.”
her moan was guttural, but she needed some assistance, so you slid your hands in between her soft thighs, and pried them open, she complied, letting you move her legs where you pleased. 
you hooked her left leg over your shoulder, opening her up. 
you could barely see her, and you regretted not turning on the lights, but you knew your girl would be more comfortable in the dark. 
besides you had forever to get to know each other. and tonight, was about making her feel good.
and when your tongue slid up her folds, you moaned.
she gasped, her mouth gaping.
it felt so good. she never knew…
she had been conscious at first, but you ate her out like you were starved. and the sensations of your tongue in the most intimate, most sensitive part of her body made her toes curl, her eyes roll to the back of her head, and her mouth let out shameless moans and whimpers, pleas of more.
you slid your tongue into her, nose bumping against her clit.
nothing had ever felt this good.
you slid a finger into her.
she could feel the tight coil deep in her core, about to snap.
she tried to speak, but words failed her, so she pushed at your forehead with her hands, to no avail.
and you knew. you could feel her thighs trembling and her cunt clench around your finger. but you replaced it with your tongue, needing to taste her come. 
she climaxed with a scream, and to your delight, you felt her squirt against your mouth. you lapped at what you could. but she flushed in embarrassment. 
her hands left your head to cover her face. you stood up, discarding yourself of clothes, wiping your face with a shirt, and throwing it on the floor along with the rest of the clothing.
ellie heard the rustle of clothing. but she was too preoccupied with having squirted in your face. 
she was too scared to break the silence, but she felt the mattress shift with your weight and she lost all inhibition. 
wrapping her hands around your waist. skin to skin.
she slid a thigh in-between yours, and you were not really expecting anything, but when her upper thigh grazed your cunt your hips jerked involuntarily, chasing the friction that she had given you. 
one of her hands held the nape of your neck, while the other palmed your ass, the movement making your upper thigh drag against her clit.
the room was filled with sounds of pleasure as both of you undulated and gyrated your hips, shamelessly riding each other’s upper thighs to chase each other’s pleasure.
ellie came first, already sensitive from coming once. and you felt her drench your thigh.
“fuck- that’s hot!”
she could not help but chase your lips with hers. 
and when you finally reached your peak, you gaped against her mouth. your body spasming with pleasure.
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both of you stared at your ceiling, catching your breath. you had your head on her belly, and her hands on your scalp.
“what does this mean for us?” ellie’s voice was meek.
you smiled. “it means whatever we want it to mean.”
“what do you mean by that?”
you both giggled at the overuse of the word mean.
“it means ellie williams, that we can just run with it, or we can talk about it right now. but it’s just us, ellie, i have always loved you, this is just an extension of our friendship. think of it as making our relationship stronger.”
“i just want to hold you, come here.”
you crawled the short distance for her to spoon you, your face buried in her  neck.
“i want to be yours, forever…” ellie whispered.
“god, i love you ellie williams. and i am yours, forever”
you knew she was smiling. you knew her so well. your forever partner
ellie took the opportunity to drag her hands up and down your skin. she had always longed to touch you lovingly, without restraint.“i have always loved you bug.”
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mommy g!p Wanda x young reader (19) with breeding kink and bondage, with spreader pole, blind fold, gag, and rope. and r is a little whore just for mommy Wanda. r is best friends with tommy and billy.
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“so tomorrow then?” billy grinned
you groaned at the twin. “don’t make me leave! my sister is back from college and keeps trying to convince me to accompany her over the summer. she does not understand that i already have plans!”
“well to be fair your plans are made up of playing video games and intruding into our house.” tommy poked you in the shoulder.
you rolled your eyes.
the three of you sat on their couch, facing a large tv, equipped with all kinds of consoles, the latest play station, limited edition play stations, nintendos, and an xbox. their divorce of a dad might not be around, but he did spoil them rotten.
“you love it! you were the one who told me to make myself at home, gave me a key, and told me that it was my home too! i have clothes in the closet of the guest room!”
“semantics!”
you heard the front door open, and your heart pounded in your chest in tandem.
wanda was home. you could feel heat rising to your cheeks, and the twins burst out laughing. you were shit at keeping secrets. and they found it funny how you would stumble over your words whenever their mom was around.
heels clicked against the hard expensive flooring. the footfalls getting louder the closer, your breaths shallow.
“children!” her voice was like silk, overriding your brain.
“hi, ms. maximoff!”
“sweetheart!” she chided. a bright smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
“wanda!” you corrected yourself, she insisted you call her by her name. there were other names you wanted to call her.
“will you be staying for dinner darling?”
you nodded eagerly.
tommy snorted.
“shut up!” you hissed.
“what was that?” wanda cocked her head knowingly.
you shook your head.
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wanda stared across the dinner table as your bantered with her sons.
you were glowing.
wanda was not stupid. she could see the way you looked at her. the way you squirmed when she touched your shoulder.
you were so so pretty and enticing. forbidden fruit.
but that was as far as she was going to let herself go. dirty dreams and screams muffled into her pillow as you slept in the guest room.
so she drew a line in the imaginary sand and promised herself she would not cross it. all the toys she had hidden away in her closet would stay gathering dust.
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the music made your head ache. you wanted to go. it was too much. everything was too much. the scent of alcohol and sweat. the sticky floors. the flashing lights. your short strapless dress rode up your thighs
you were regretting deeply coming with the boys. their debauchery was entertaining sometimes. but this time they had gone too far. sneaking into a nightclub.
your heart raced and a knot formed in your throat. you could not get out fast enough.
you did not worry about the boys. they would find a way home safely.
you worried about yourself.
with trembling hands you reached for your phone, you scrolled to your contacts, past your mother’s number. going on instinct. your chin wobbled. you needed safety. you inhaled sharply as you pressed the phone number for ms. maximoff.
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wanda clenched her jaw, switched lanes, and pushed the boundaries of the speed limit in her shiny Mercedes.
she came to a stop in front of a nightclub. she could feel the pounding bass. she looked around and saw you recognize the car. two men walked next to you as you rushed to her.
you opened the door, as the men spewed drunken obscenities at you.
you slammed the door shut, almost taking out their fingers.
wanda did not know how to react.
it was uncomfortably silent. you buckled your seatbelt, and drew your knees up, tightening your body into a ball, the skirt of your dress riding up your inviting thighs, sneakers digging into leather, she was too worried to care.
she drove in silence. somewhere along the way your breaths deepened and you started to shake.
she pulled over, turned on the blinking lights, unbuckled her seatbelt, and twisted her body towards you.
she called out your name softly.
you looked up from your knees, eyes bright red, glistening with unshed tears. your lips wobbled, into a faux smile, and your chin trembled visibly.
she cupped your chin. “baby…” her voice was soft, losing all her anger. she knew it was the fault of her boys, dragging you along into their shenanigans.
your fickle composure broke at the pet name, and you whined out a “mommy!” not aware of the word that came out of your mouth. but she smiled softly, wistfully.
“let’s get you home.”
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wanda clenched your hand in hers, bringing you back to earth. you watched the window as the city faded into townhouses, and the houses grew in size.
everything was a blur, she pulled into the garage, and you were following her into the living room.
“the boys texted, they were worried about you, i told them you were safe. they are sleeping over at a friend’s house. those damn boys, dragging you into their depravity.”
“i hated it. i hate the noise and the smell and the tight space, and the gross, gross men. i feel disgusting!” you whined. not thinking twice as you crawled up her lap, straddling her. burying your face into her neck, she smelled so good you groaned. your hips twitching unconsciously.
wanda stiffened. her fingers digging into your exposed thighs. she called out your name in warning. but you were to go in her scent.
you dragged your nose up the slope of her throat. lips ghosting over her sensitive skin.
you felt pressure against your pantie-covered cunt. you moaned at the sudden pressure. rutting into the hardness.
you felt wanda’s jaw slacken, as her hips bucked up into your warmth.
“we can’t!” she protested, but her hands slid up your dress and gripped the plush of your ass, pulling your hips closer to her lap.
“i’m nineteen, nothing illegal. please i have wanted you for so long.”
“i know.”
“you knew?” you panted, hips rutting against her hardness.
“i’ve always known.”
“since-”
“always.”
“ah! oh god.” your pussy wept with relief at finally getting what it wanted. your rolled your hips. “more!” you lifted yourself off her, and she frowned, cupping her length for relief.
you slid your panties off, kicked off your sneakers and rushed to straddle her once again.
her jean-clad cock felt heavenly against your slick pussy. your pussy splitting open, clit grinding down on her. your hands wrapped around her neck, as you undulated your hips with fervour.
bursts of pleasure making your body spasm, your pussy making a mess of her jeans, drenching the material. making it easier for you to move. her hands slid up your dress, to your back, pressing your front to her face.
she gripped the neckline of your dress with her teeth, dragging it down, freeing your breasts. she was quick to wrap her lips around a nipple, teeth scraping the sensitive flesh, as you rutted into her. pressure built and built inside you, exploding in such a way you screamed your pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing.
“c’mon.” her voice was hoarse. “my turn”
you wobbled to your feet. legs shaking with the aftershock of the orgasm, dress bunched up in your midsection, exposing your pussy and your boobs.
she grabbed your hand and led you to her room. you could not help but stare at the huge tent in her jeans. at the huge wet spot.
“before we begin, i need you to know that i have been wanting you for so long, there are so many things i want to do to you. depraved things.”
“do them, safe word red.”
“i want to gag you.” her voice was rough.
“god yes! i’ll snap my fingers.”
“stand still and close your eyes.”
you waited with bated breath, you heard rustling as she placed some things on the bed and made her way back to you.
you felt silk drag against your eyelids. tighten as she knotted the piece of cloth over your eyes.
“open your mouth, sweet girl”
you felt the pressure of a silicone ball press against your lips, you opened your mouth, and it settled in the edge of your lips. you bit softly into it.
“god, you look so pretty like this, who knew you liked it rough? not even my darkest dreams compare to you.”
you moaned around the gag, slickness gathered on your inner thighs.
she led you to the bed, murmuring praises as she ghosted the tips of her fingers on your skin.
she dragged your dress down your body, leaving you exposed.
you felt the sharp bite of leather tightens against your ankles, a pressure keeping your legs apart, spread.
you bucked your hips up, desperate for anything, any sort of pressure against your aching cunt.
your hands were handcuffed to the headboard, and you trashed softly, begging her for release.
“i’m going to taste you know, and you are going to take every morsel of what i give you because you are my good little whore.
you moaned around the gag, spit gathering in the corners of your mouth.
your legs were guided up, knees bending softly. exposing your cunt to the cool air conditioning.
you screamed when she split your folds open with her tongue.
and oh…
she ate pussy like a woman starved.
you trashed and moaned, too much, so good.
she slid her tongue inside you and you bit into the gag. bucking against your restraints. fingers tightening into fists.
she lapped, and sucked, and kissed, and nipped, and you were sure you made a mess of her face. but she was relentless. making you reach your peak twice.
but you were no where near snapping your fingers for it to stop. the pain was so good, you felt the silk blindfold dampen with your tears of pain and pleasure.
and in seconds her mouth was gone and you were left shaking, reeling in the aftermath.
but as soon as your made a guttural whiny noise from deep in your throat, you felt the grip of her fingers as she pressed your legs to their limit, testing your flexibility.
and you were dripping down your cunt, into the mattress, pussy gushing with your cum and her saliva.
and she was murmuring incoherent praises.
and your full body spasmed as you felt her bulging, throbbing cock press against your entrance.
and you felt your hymen give away. you screamed at the pain of the pinch.
wanda moaned wantonly as she realized that she was taking your virginity, she would be the first and last cock to ever pound into you.
and pound she did. the burn was so good, tears streamed drenched the silk.
you whined and whined as her hips slammed into yours, as she sheathed herself into you. finger teasing your clit. it was too much. your sobs were muffled.
“i’m going to come in you, and i will make you a mommy, and you will belong to me, irrevocably mine!”
and your orgasmed slammed into you at the thought of your belly swollen with her baby. you felt as she came, her thrust making obscene squelching noises.
and she sighed.
her cock softening inside you.
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you had called her mommy in the car. you were crying, sobbing into her neck when your brain processed the fact. your body shaking from the pressure, her semen dripping down your thighs.
you were finally home. wrapped around her lithe arms, breathing in her scent.
she drew soothing patterns on your back, your body sprawled on top of hers. she hummed softly, and you were in heaven, blissful, and complete.
“s’ good mommy,” you sighed.
“i love you, baby. you are mine now and i am never letting you go.”
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Can you do Ellie with a mommy kink and she was being a brat and the reader puts Ellie in her place by making her wear a vibe out in public and makes Ellie cum quietly after she made her beg for it
what did you expect?
ೃ⁀➷ sub ellie williams x dom reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count 1.7k+ (sorry 😫)
ೃ⁀➷ summary: i feel like this would be the vibrator that reader chose for ellie, for the full experience ofcourse ;) ((whore for this ellie))
��⁀➷ warnings: NOT BETA READ, exhibtionism, ellie williams is a loser sub in this (don’t like that, don’t read), overstimulation, public humiliation (maybe, idk, still tho..), fluff in the end, reader is an implied sugar mommy in this. (i didn’t go into a lot of detail about reader so r! can be femme or masc or wtv!!!)
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ellie willams was acting like a brat.
you knew she wasn’t a brat. but she was acting like one.
you had just returned from a work trip, and ever since you came back, she had been acting like a brat.
she reminded you of your childhood cat who used to get salty whenever you left with your family for vacations.
but your childhood cat couldn’t talk back. couldn’t push your buttons like ellie did.
so you decided she needed punishment, and a little bit of assurance that you weren’t going to leave her.
so on friday, you sent her a text while you worked.
[you]: we need to talk, i am taking you to dinner tonight. wear something pretty.
[ells]: fine
[you]: i left you a surprise on your desk, wear it.
she left you on read.
you smiled, more fuel for the punishment you were going to make her endure.
[you]: pick you up at eight sharp.
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7:30
ellie stared at the fancy box.
she had no clue what it could contain. it was big.
as soon as she opened it, her thighs clenched.
you were scheming, and she loved it.
it was a weird dildo vibrator. it was shaped like a curvy L,
she could hear her blood rush in her ears.
she tried to turn it on but wasn’t able to find the power button.
her thighs clenched in response. she unbuttoned the nice pants she had worn for the occasion and slipped them down her hips along with her underwear.
sliding her fingers into her wet core, she circled her clit softly. she pulsed with desire and anticipation.
she was drenched.
she had gone so long feeling sorry for herself, you had left for a week and had barely replied to her. sliding in the thick dildo into her drenched pussy was a welcome feeling. the vibrator sat snugly against her clit. it had slight bumps that rubbed against her deliciously.
she knew she couldn’t get off. she had worked on her appearance and did not want to ruin it. ellie also did not want to ruin the anticipation.
she sat on the sofa waiting for eight to arrive.
the intrusion on her pussy and the pressure against her clit made her shift her hips and pant.
by the time her phone rang, she had worked herself into a flush.
she could feel the wetness everywhere.
she stumbled out of your penthouse apartment, down the elevator and into the car.
you were driving, weird. you always had someone else drive, someone from the company you worked for.
you had a very high position, which allowed you to spoil ellie rotten.
and you would usually go into the back of the car with her, motion for the privacy screen, and just…
but not today.
today you gave her a tight-lipped smile.
it made her nervous.
the car ride to the restaurant was quiet, she was too frustrated to notice though. she couldn’t concentrate, so she kept rubbing herself on the sex toy. shifting her hips, trying to alleviate the pressure.
“stay still ellie, or this is going to get difficult.”
she had barely noticed you park, barely noticed the valet opened the door.
she stumbled out, her legs unstable. she felt your warm arms hold her up.
you were dressed to kill. your hair was done, and your clothes were tight on your body. she panted.
your smile was evil. “oh, are you feeling alright? do you want to go back” you said loudly enough for the people around to hear as you walked into the fancy restaurant.
“im fi-fine…” she mumbled.
she clutched your arm as she beheld the full restaurant. filled with fancy people.
she didn’t belong here. less with a plastic dildo stuffed in her cunt.
but you did not seem fazed, supporting her as the waiter led you to your table, right by the window, it had a beautiful view of the river. but she could hardly appreciate it.
you pulled out a chair for her, and she clenched her jaw as she sat down, the position making her pussy pressed against the textured toy.
the waiter handed both of you the menus before leaving.
you started talking about wine, but ellie got nervous.
she wasn’t dumb, she knew it was remote-controlled, she shivered with nerves. she could barely look at you, but your eyes were focused on her face
were you going to turn it on in public?
she did not have to wait long. the waiter came back to take the order. you ordered as usual.
“ellie, love, do you want anything else?”
she swallowed saliva, inhaled, and opened her mouth to speak “no than-“
her knees banged the table.
she had not been prepared, she had been expecting it, not at the moment she opened her mouth to speak. she forced a cough, suppressed a whine.
“oh sweetie, are you sure you feel alright? look at you, you’re flushed!” you were mocking her. she raised her eyes to meet yours. you looked pleased. “that will be all thank you.” you politely smiled at the waiter, dismissing him.
it had been about an hour since she slid the toy into her pussy. she was strung tight, and she desperately needed a release. the soft vibration and the constant stimulation without pausing, or without payoff was making her teeth chatter.
you tried to make small talk while waiting for food.
she slid her hands under her thighs, sitting on them to hide their visible shake. her eyes were trained on the table setting. she could feel wetness drench her panties. she bucked her hips as subtly, as discreetly as she could. chasing the pleasure. the slow drag of stimulation on her sensitive clit sent jolts of lightning through her. she bit her lip. she she looked up at you.
your chin rested on your palm, fingers drumming against your cheek. you were looking at her with a look of adoration. she missed it.
“mommy…” she whimpered. she was so gone, barely conscious of the freuidan slip, of the word leaving her mouth.
she could count on one hand the number of times she had called you that. but she had been missing you since you had left for that work trip. and even though you had come back physically, she still missed your comfort.
the food arrived, and she was not even close to coming, but she was close to crying.
her hands shook as she did her best to eat.
she barely registered the taste. if it was good or not. she swallowed as her body begged her for release.
her thighs spasmed softly.
it had been ages of constant stimulation. she could tell the vibration was at the lowest level. but it was still frustrating.
“ellie, i am so sorry if i made you feel unwanted while i was away, there is no excuse for me ignoring you. i was busy, but i should have made time for you. i really love you ellie, but i am hurt you did not feel comfortable enough with me to tell me what had been bothering you and took it out on me with hurtful words. i can honestly not let it slide, it was disrespectful, and you need some negative reinforcement.” your voice was soft, only for her ears. you slid a hand under the table.
her limbs locked in anticipation, she could not hold back a soft whine at the increased stimulation.
her whole body shook in desperation. “please, i’ll do any- anything… i’m so so- sorry mommy. i j- just missed you!” her voice was barely above a whisper. but she could tell you had heard.
“okay, i think that is enough suffering for tonight.” your voice was soft with understanding. “clench your teeth. take a deep breath baby- yes that’s it. another. prepare yourself to keep quiet.”
ellie hid her face in her hands in anticipation. her body jerked harshly as the intensity rose enough to bring her to the edge. her teeth tore the surface of her lip.
this time, he whole body shook in earnest. as sudden as the intense vibrations arrived, they left. and she was left jerking her hips against the toy to ride out the aftershocks.
“oh baby, i am so sorry, i did not know it was that bad.” your voice was loud. you got your wallet and pulled out three crisp hundred dollar bills. more than enough to cover the food and wine, placing it on the table. you got out of your chair and moved to her side. you slid your arm along her waist and hoisted her up.
she knew she was almost deadweight, but she did her best to move her legs. she sniffled an mumbled gibberish apologies as you made your way to the valet.
she tried her best to fight off sleep on the car ride home.
she did not fight off the urge to lean on you during the elevator ride up. you murmured praise and sweet words the whole time.
you helped her off her clothes. helped her wash her face, her teeth. all the while, she had the toy stuffed in her sensitive pussy.
you led her to bed. she wore nothing but the panties and the rubber dildo. you had not changed out of your fancy clothes.
she laid on her back. whining and twisting her body as you slid her panties down her freckled thighs.
her legs were spread open, and you rested your cheek on her soft and warm thigh. her upper inner thighs were slick.
you pulled out the sopping wet toy and enjoyed her soft whines as you replaced it with your mouth.
you wrapped your fingers around her hips. her skin was soft and warm.
you lapped at her until her thighs were violently spasming, you stopped when she yanked at your hair, pulling you up.
she was sniffling and sighing in contentment. she looked through heavy eyes as you removed your clothes, undid your hair, and got in bed with her. tangling your limbs with hers.
she groaned in pleasure when your nails scraped her scalp. she felt herself drifting onto unconscious.
didn’t even make sense of her words. “missed you mommy, so much…”
and you swore to yourself, you would never be the cause of her insecurity again. never do anything for her to doubt that she was loved by you.
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cottontears · 6 months
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10/1/23: kinktober day one: azriel (acotar)
ೃ⁀➷ bondage, begging, edging
ೃ⁀➷ word count 1.4k+
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: smut, whiny, whimpering azriel, subby azriel, soft dom reader, afab gn reader, soft praise kink, and implied mates.
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: this is a little later than when i intended to post it, but it is still october 1 where i live! anyway i could not help but be soft for my favorite bat boy, i love him, he deserves the most loving love ever 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
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azriel could not comprehend how he had gotten into this particular situation.
you had been dancing around each other forever.
ever since feyre slowly brought you into the circle.
you were a fellow artist, and she had connected with you in such a way that you were inseparable. it was nice, seeing his high lady have a friend her age.
the circle had been taken by your dark disturbing paintings, and joyful personality. you slowly infiltrated his family. and he tried to resent you, but something impeded him. eat dinners and drinks when you talked and laughed, his eyes never strayed from you. he made sure to never be alone with you
and now he was unattended sitting next to you. you lounged with your legs underneath you on the plush couch, he sat on the loveseat next to you, his back straight. it was late, and the rest of his family had gone their separate ways, but something impeded him from leaving you
“you know shadow singer, i have never gotten the chance to meet you.”
azriel cocked his head slightly to the left, not knowing what to do with that.
“what i mean is that i have gotten quite close with most of your family, but you seem to dislike me. or at least you want me to think so.” your smile was beautiful. 
and he just knew that his scent had changed. there was something so delicious about being the center of your attention, your unwavering gaze taking him in. his wings spasmed slightly.
he was never comfortable being put on the spot, he never trusted easily. it took years and battles won together for him to trust.
but one simple smile from you had him wanting to fall on his knees.
he was afraid. he had never let himself hope for that four-letter word. 
his brothers had found it, and he? well, he never dared hope. 
and you put him in a dangerous position. his breathing deepened.
you swirled your wine softly, taking a sip and placing it on the table.
the moment you unfolded your legs and stood, he felt his heart stop, you were leaving. 
you looked over your shoulder, meeting his eyes, “are you joining me, shadow singer?”
“are you inviting me?”
you just smiled and laughed, as if it was obvious, he was not going to do that to himself.
he was not going to willingly put himself in such a vulnerable position.
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your room was nothing like he expected. it was full of light, your dark-colored paintings contrasting the white and gold accents.
the sound of the door closing brought him to his senses.
“breathe azriel.” this was the first time you had said his name, and the pronunciation made his knees weak.
how pathetic, a five-hundred-year-old illyrian scared of a twenty-something artist.
his breathing was ragged, but he heeded your word and made an effort to stabilize it.
“that’s it…” you walked up to him, he was a head and a half taller than you. your eyes glimmered as they looked up at him.
“please” he did not know what came over him, but he did not regret it.
“please what azriel, use your words baby.” your voice was so soft, so loving, he whimpered.
“please…” he never begged, ever, and you seemed to know that. you took pity on him, 
you slid your fingers into his thick hair and he shuddered as your blunt nails scraped his scalp, you pulled his head down, and when your lips met his, he whined.
“beautiful boy,” your voice was a low whisper.
and now his cock was at full attention.
you walked him towards your bed, your lips never straying from his, hands playing with his hair. his fingers wrapped around your hips and he pulled you as close as you could physically get to him.
he pawed at your clothes. “off, please”
“anything you want azriel.”
you shared breaths as you took off each other’s clothes, hands fumbling in their haste, and when you were finally free from the clothing, a guttural sound escaped from his throat. 
you looked him over, pursing your lips. “my azriel, you are the most breathtaking artwork i have ever played my eyes on.”
rough scarred hands gripped the flesh of your hips.
“you can touch, you know?” 
he grunted in affirmation.
he would usually get frustrated when words escaped him, but you seem to understand, not making him speak.
“i love your sounds, please do not be ashamed.” you brushed a finger through the soft skin of his inner wing. 
“aahhhh-” his eyelids fluttered close, he kept them like that, letting you do whatever you wanted to him.
“can i try something azriel?”
“y-yes” his voice was rough, his eyes closed still.
he felt your soft hands on his wrist, and for the first time, he let himself enjoy being touched.
he felt you drag his wrist up, he felt something clasp around it, and when he tried to move it, he found it was tied to the bedpost.
his hips bucked in pleasure, and there was no way of hiding his throbbing flushed dick, leaking pre-come on his lower abdomen.
once both wrists were tied, he felt your thighs slide over his, straddling just above his knees. he opened his eyes softly, your chest was rising and falling fast. your fingers fluttered over his chest, his ribs, his sides, making the muscles ripple in response.
lower and lower they went, he whined and begged, until you finally took him in your hand.
“unhggg-” he groaned in pleasure. your grip was warm and tight around his cock. his hips thrust up slightly, begging you silently to give him friction.
“does that feel good my sweet boy.”
he whined in response, begging you wordlessly.
you swiped your thumb over his tip and he was embarrassed by how fast he was getting to the edge. but your hand was gone.
he exclaimed at the loss.
“lick.” you slid his fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them, drenching them with saliva. your eyes on him, he almost finished right there.
saliva dripped down your hands, and your hand went back to his cock.
his moans were slightly louder, shameless, at the warm wet sensation of your slick hand sliding up and down his dick.
once again you stopped when he was close.
“please!” he whined.
he felt the presence of his shadows, frustrated along with him, curl around his torso, his skin, your skin. he had barely paid them and this whole time, but the smoky things were riled up, and they were more prominent than ever. you did not seem to mind as they curled around your hand, urging you to go faster.
“no azriel, you will come inside me, and only after i do.”
he squeezed his eyes shut as you teased him. he could feel tears prickle his eyelids until they overfilled and burst through, streaming down his cheeks.
it felt so good it hurt.
he felt a soft warmth on his neck, it was delicious. your lips on his sensitive skin.
“open your eyes azriel, i want you to see when we become one.’
his eyes flew open, hands clenching and unclenching with the need to touch.
he understood this was a powermove, nothing more.
you positioned your entrance over him, sinking slowly into him, his jaw clenched at the tight heat. you were wet, and you had not been touched. had you gotten wet just by playing with him?
“feel this azriel, i am drenched by you, you are so beautiful, you destroy any self-control i have.” your voice was breathless.
he whimpered as you bottomed out.
your hips rose and he grunted, but you only slammed down again, both of you moaning in pleasure.
your hands were planted in his chest, he was close, so you chased tactics. gyrating your hips, dragging your clit against his pelvis, the stimulation making you wetter.
his jaw was tight, and tears were streaming freely, slowly but surely, you tightened around him, your cunt spasming with pleasure, squeezing so hard, he saw white.
he cried when he came, and he felt your wet tongue lick them up.
you kissed him even when he could not kiss back, his lips open softly, and you kissed his cheeks, jaw, nose, forehead, and neck.
his heart ached so good.
he was safe, he was home, he was with you.
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hi hi! baby! I loved what you wrote before!!
can I please request, if it’s okay with you!
stepdad henry cavill with some somno, and maybe reader is a bit of a dummy bimbo type..🥺 like she walks around in very revealing clothes without really meaning to, and henry can’t take it anymore, he doesn’t care if he’s caught, he just needs to have her?
I love you! take your time, or don’t write it if you don’t feel comfortable!💗💗
constantly on the cusp (of trying to kiss you)
ೃ⁀➷ step-dad ! henry cavill x dummy bimbo, innocent fem! reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 1.9k
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: WHY THE FUCK AM I SUCH A WHORE FOR THIS CONCEPT?!!!!!!! i litterally put everything on pause to write this. bc your brain>>>>>>> DAMN BABE! I LOVED WRITING THIS. (hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this). - hope you like the daddy kink 🫠-
ೃ⁀➷ WARNINGS: dumbification kink, innocence kink, virgin ! reader, somnofilia, STEP-CEST, dry humping, unprotected p in v sex! DADDY KINK
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henry was a good man. or at least he thought he was.
when he was left in charge of you, all his values and his moral compass flew out the window.
it was a warm sunny summer morning, and the huge windows of the country house were wide open. he had worked hard to find a place like this for you and him. even his subconscious was plotting against him. he had you for the whole summer before you went back to college. three whole months of just you and him alone in a huge secluded house in the middle of nowhere italy.
the house being huge should have been a reprieve for him. but he did not find the self-control to stay away from you.
it did not help that you were innocent; your naive, malleable mind his for corrupting. and that was a temptation too enticing to reject.
you skipped into the kitchen where he was leaning on the kitchen island, scrolling through the emails on his phone. you sauntered in with a tiny plaid skirt and a pink bikini top. he kept his gaze strictly on your pretty face. you wrapped your arms around his waist, face resting on his back, breasts against his broad beefy back.
“morning daddy!” your voice was cheery, not aware of the effect that word coming from your pretty lips had on his sanity.
“hi, bunny! how are you.” he could not help but smile because of you. light of his life. he lived around you and survived in your orbit. he did his best to restrain himself, but alone, in the shower, he came with your name on his lips.
“let’s go for a swim daddy!” you ended the embrace to jump slightly in excitement.
he could imagine your tits jiggling slightly from your movements.
he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, fighting his brain for his thoughts to not stray to inappropriate thoughts of his stepdaughter.
“alright, princess, let’s go for a swim.” he turned around and squeezed your chin.
the sky was cloudy, sun rays slipping through gaps between clouds. you swam like an athlete, strokes clean and smooth, your legs barely making waves.
swimming with you consisted of him sitting in the shade reading a boring book about stocks while his stepdaughter splashed around in a see-through tiny pink bikini.
it was late when you got out of the pool, nipples pebbled from the change in temperature from warm pool water to cool afternoon summer breeze.
he wanted to suck your nipples.
“daddy!” you whined. “i’m hungry!” your lips in a pout you sauntered over to him, sitting sideways on his lap, not caring if you got him wet. his arms went instinctively around your waist. drawing circles in your lower tummy.
you sighed in pleasure. “ ‘s good daddy!” you clenched your thighs at the foreign sensation of ache when you were close to him, or when he made sounds in the night when he thought you were asleep. crying your name out. the apex of your thighs would ache, and drench your panties, and you would hump your huge teddy bear silly to his moans. trying to keep quiet so daddy would not know you were doing something naughty. but you would never find that satisfaction your private parts craved.
you moaned softly and your hips jerked gently at the memory of last night, how good your teddy felt against your pussy.
you wanted his hand lower, but before you could ask for daddy to make the ache go away, he stood up and plopped you on your feet.
“baby girl, how about you go get changed into dry clothes while i make us some dinner.”
“italian, daddy?!”
“whatever you want bunny.”
you grinned and skipped to your room to change, unaware of his hungry gaze on your ass.
you decided to wear a pink sundress, sans panties and a bra. you felt like being naughty.
you skipped down the stairs, following after the scent of his delicious cooking.
he was wearing an apron and he looked so hot and domestic. you jumped into the kitchen counter, thighs squeezed together.
he turned and smiled before continuing with dinner, once it seemed he was finishing up, you rushed to set the table.
dinner was ready, and you smiled at him as he slid a chair out for you.
he asked you about the book you were reading and made idle chat. something was off. you yearned to fix it.
“daddy! let's watch a movie!”
a lightbulb went off in henry’s head, and his smile was nothing short of conspiring.
“alright bunny, but i’ll choose.”
you ended up straddling him on the expensive leather couch. not daring to look at the huge tv, the loud sound system already scaring you silly with the sounds of the horror flick he chose.
“daddy! i’m scared.” you had said. he simply smiled at you and patted his lap.
you knew you could just ask him to turn it off but you loved the closeness.
your bare cunt against his crotch.
“princess? are you not wearing any underwear?” his voice was gruff and dangerous, grip tight on the flesh of your hips.
“no daddy.”
your hips jerked at the tenor of his voice, and you let out a mewl at the friction against your swollen clit.
henry stood up abruptly, placing you on the floor, and turning the tv off.
“i think it is time to go to sleep y/n”
he called you by your name. you whimpered. daddy was mad.
you hurriedly turned around and bolted to your room.
your shower was quick, not even bothering to slide a hand into your pussy because even though you were never satisfied, it ached and hurt so deliciously, but you were too anxious to play with yourself.
daddy was mad at you.
you put on one of his huge shirts you, had in your closet and some thin cotton panties and curled up against your teddy bear, crying with the aftershock of the scary movie and henry’s wrath. he called you by your name. he never called you by your name. it was always princess, bunny, or baby girl.
you cried harder, trying to muffle the sounds of your weeping.
you heard a knock at your door and your body tensed.
henry did not wait for an answer before barging in.
“bunny…”
“daddy!” you cried harder at the softness of his voice.
he sat at the edge of your bed.
“bunny, why do you cry?” his fingers rested on your bare thigh.
“because you're mad at me. and because i am scared because of the movie. and i can’t go to your room because you are mad at me.”
“baby, come on.” he slid one hand under your legs and the other under your upper back, holding you to him and carrying you bridal style to his cozy room.
he laid down with you, turning you around and facing you, both of you on your sides.
“i could never be mad at you bunny. i was mad at myself.” his hands brushed your hair, lulling you.
“why daddy?” your voice was heavy with sleep and your eyes closed.
“because when i felt your bare cunt i had such dirty thoughts about you.”
you were barely awake then. but your subconscious heard.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
henry could not sleep. throughout the night, your leg had wrapped around his waist, opening you up for his dick to harden. you pressed your pussy into his bulge and moaned softly. still asleep.
a mumbled “daddy, so good…” left your sleepy puffy lips. it broke a dam and he lost the hold he had on himself.
he pressed against your pussy and moaned.
you had always been a heavy sleeper. so he softly turned you around so you laid on your back. he discarded his clothes laid on top of you placing his forearms next to your head, your thighs open to fit his dick, he slid his dick through the cotton-covered outline of your cunt and groaned in pleasure.
his dick was heavy with need. having been celibate since he got full responsibility of you.
you moaned in your sleep. and he was past caring if you woke up to your daddy dry-humping you desperately like a savage.
your hips bucked to meet him and he was so close so fast. he kissed your neck and pumped faster, pressure building up in his lower back, his dick aching and pulsating with satisfaction as he let go and came all over your panties.
he stood up and put on his boxers, taking your soiled panties off. sated for the next hours or so.
he laid on his back and pulled you to him. on top of him.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
you woke up with an agonizing aching pounding in your pussy.
you were half awake when you started humping the warm hardness beneath you, searching for any type of relief.
the ache was so bad you roused fully.
your eyes met henry’s and you almost froze, you wanted to freeze but your body could not stop chasing pleasure.
plus the hardness you were rubbing your clit on was his stiff dick.
“daddy! i’m sorry! i can’t stop! it feels too good!” tears streamed down your eyes as you rocked your hips.
henry just smiled, eyelids heavy and pupils dilated with pleasure.
“it’s only fair bunny.”
you could only manage a dumb “huh?”
“well since i humped you like an animal, i humped you while you were asleep until i came.”
your pussy lips split open from his boxer-covered cock, cunt weeping at his confession you bucked your hips with fervour. chasing that delicious build-up you had not been able to achieve on your own. you threw your head back in pleasure, planting your hands on his bulging pecs to amplify your pleasure.
he gripped your hips and heightened the movements.
“that’s it, princess, come for me.”
the pressure in your pounding core burst in a crescendo of pleasure and delicious chills making your toes curl, and thighs tremble.
you slumped against him, hips still jerking slightly from the aftershock of your orgasm.
“s good daddy!” you murmured, sated.
“oh, princess i’m just getting started. you just got yourself all nice and wet and ready for my dick. now lay down, let daddy fuck you stupid.”
henry was gentle at first, making sure to gently pop your cherry. after you were writhing with more pleasure than pain he let himself go. pounding into you until your body spasmed with delight at being fucked by your daddy.
you clenched hard. your pussy gushing and pulsating, making his thrusts sloppy and messy.
his strong, muscular, beefy body enhancing the pace and strength of his thrusts. your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. your hips canting to meet his thrusts as he rutted into you.
you came first, screaming “daddy~” and cunt squeezing his dick, pushing him over the edge, filling you to the brim with his cum.
“my beautiful step-daughter. you look so beautiful all fucked out and blissed out by your daddy’s cock. naughty girl. my naughty girl.” his beefy arms held you close to him, and they were never letting you go now that he had you.
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