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Frank iero my close and personal friend
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what the fuck is up with all the mcr incest i am Scared
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I want them to spit roast me
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ill knock all this shit over
hes like a dog in the bad teenager phase
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(loser!ellie x reader): you invite your shy neighbor over to held you build a shelf. and when is it ever just about building a shelf?
wc: 5.8k | cw: sub!ellie, oral sex (e!receiving), scissoring, reader and ellie are neighbors, a little voyeurism, the briefest masturbation ever, ellie is kind of a perv, MINORS DNI.
note: this came to me like a joan of arc vision and i had to write it real quick; now i can finally return to what im supposed to be doing which is hotwired. i have not forgotten!!
Ellieâs been hyper-aware of you since the moment you moved in. She told herself sheâd go introduce herself, be friendly, neighborly. Even got halfway to your door once, palms sweaty, heartbeat in her throat. Spun right back around and nearly tripped over the stupid garden hose on her front lawn. Practiced what sheâd say a few times in the mirror after that. Hated herself for it. Sounded like a fucking idiot.
You show up in her journal the day after. Then the day after that. And after that. Doesnât take long before youâre a regular feature. Half her entries start with your name now. Sometimes she doesnât even mean to write about you. You just slip in.
18+ | vi x f!reader
cw: a lil pussy slap
a/n: before i rest this night, i needed to put this out there.
"c'mon pretty girl," vi coos into your ear, chin hooked over your shoulder so she can see what she's doing to you. "so pretty, princess. so fucking good."
you can't speak; there are no words that can pass through your lips without them being a jumbled mess. they lay heavy on your tongue, only to seep out of your mouth by a line of drool. you've been made dumb, unable to string even simple thoughts together. all that your poor brain can muster is vi's name on repeat.
but you can't be blamed; not when vi has you locked in a full nelson. not when your legs are hooked tightly over her arms, leaving you trapped as she carries you with ease. as if you weigh nothing to her. and the position she has you in has her fingers hitting you so deep, like she's hitting your cervix andâ
you gargle a noise, high and tight in your throat, as you twitch helplessly in her arms. then you're frantically clawing at whatever part of her you can reach, pitched whines escaping you because you can feel it, it's so heavy.
the pleasure winding up inside you, winding up and up until youâre going quiet. mouth wide open and eyes rolled back, body shaking harshly as you cum so hard it hurts. you barely hear it hitting the floor, a mess of liquid that won't stop coming out because vi won't stop fucking youâ
"ah," is all you can manage, tears already streaming down your cheeks because holy fuck, that feels too good.
"sweet girl," vi praises, the edges of her voice rough and ragged. she groans against your neck when she lands a slap against your throbbing pussy causing it to slightly gush. "fuck, you're so good for me. love you so much."
"love," you try, but you're far too gone, far too ruined. "vi,"
"i know," vi murmurs sweetly, already shifting you both towards the bedroom. "i know, baby. i'm gonna take care of you, always."
i believe in my heart that ellie simply cannot be quiet during sex.
ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY. I got you babe! Small blurb for this because im plotting so many things. Thanks so much for this, too!
minors + men DNI!! áིŕźáŤŕž wc: 1.2k
If there was one thing Ellie Williams loved, it was tribbing.
That woman could spend an eternity in that position. The feeling of your warm skin against hers, your wet cunts feeding off the pleasure you provided each other, the desperate rutting of hipsâall of it. There was something so intimate about the ritual, an intimacy a strap couldnât accomplish. An intimacy that consisted of such deep rooted love and dedicationâthe locked eyes, the parted lips, the closeness. The kind of closeness that felt so different, felt so wrapped in its own warmth that it couldnât even compare to anything else.
Sure, toys and straps were greatâbut what Ellie liked most was to be close. She loved how your bodies seemed to perfectly mold together, how every grind of her hips brought you a similar feeling, how the warmth of your body pulled her in and coaxed her to continue. It was addicting, for sure. She couldnât get enough of it.
How could she when your cunts felt so perfect smooshed together?
You and Ellie were in her bed, the room was hotter than usualâor maybe it was just the heat between the two of you. You lost count of how many times you came, how many times you cried out and smashed your sopping pussy against hers and watched her fall apart.
Yet, you were at it again. âFuckkk, baby. Just like that. Feels so good.â she moaned, raspy but uncontrolled.
You laid on her bed, legs spread and tangled with hers. Ellie was practically straddling you, her body more tilted to the right as she rutted her needy cunt against yours. She held onto your legs tightly, using them to help her move against you in a speed that had you both seeing stars. You thrusted your hips up against her, both of you groaning at the same time.
Ellie looked down at you, the sight of your parted lips and the baby hairs sticking to your forehead making her eyes soften in a way. You looked so pretty like that, the sight of your legs tangled with hers looked so right. The feeling of your cunts rubbing against each other frantically felt so natural, like a kiss that was waiting to happen. A contact you didnât know you craved every night until you had it.
âSuch a pretty girl, my pretty baby.â she praised, rubbing her clit against yours harder than intended to. The sound she let out was patheticâa sound youâd only hear from her mouth during sex. When you two fucked, Ellie was extremely loud. She just couldnât keep it in, you made her feel so good, the smallest things made her react.
So much for a monotone, sexy, girlfriend. No, she was all of thoseâjust acted like a bitch in heat in bed.
You panted, weakly placing your hand on top of hersâthe one that was holding your leg. Her fingers dug into your flesh, crescent shaped indents forming at the base of her short nailsâbut you didnât even notice. How could you when your girlfriendâs pussy being pressed against yours. You both made eye contact, your eyes struggling to not travel north and hers unable to look away. You thrusted your hips up, making her gasp and let out a breathy moan that made your cunt pulse.
âGod, Ellie. You feel so good..â you managed to pant out, voice a bit worn from crying her name all night. You continued rutting your hips against each other, sopping pussies sliding all over each other in a desperate way. Needy wasnât even an accurate enough word. Your clits bumped at the perfect angle, lips kissing each other in the wettest kiss you had ever experienced. Probably because it wasnât an oral kiss.
Ellie panted, her movements growing almost animalistic. She couldnât stop, the stimulation was too heavenly. Your cunt felt so wet and perfect against hers, like it belonged there. The bed was starting to shake a bit from the force, springs crying and creaking in protest. Your tits bounced with every little thrust against you, thighs shaking against hers. Ellie was still wearing some kind of band-tee, she was too desperate to take it off earlier. Panties first of course!
âYeah? Feeling good? Let me hear it, pretty.â she whispered, her voice practically losing all raspiness. It was all breathy, more needy and whiney. Ellie hung her head a bit, trying to hide the way her eyes fluttered and rolled back.
You just noddedâor tried to. Your head bobbled in place, hips finding a decent rhythm with hers. It was hard to do when she was fucking her pussy against yours with an intensity that made you feel limp.
God bless her stamina, because this was the most mouth watering experience of your life. She looked so pretty above you, sweat rolled down her forehead and forced small hairs to stick to her head and the back of her neck. The way sheâd bite her lip to stay quiet but fail miserably when she got the perfect angle was so unfairly appealing.
âS-so fucking good Els, need you so bad.â you whined, feeling the same knot in your stomach you felt many times that night. But it felt stronger, each one did. They built off each other it seemed. Your eyes fluttered shut, allowing you to just feel.
Ellie moaned at your words, a similar tightening occurring in her abdomen. âYou have me baby..a-all yours. Give it to me again..â she murmured, her voice pitching into whines at the end of her sentence. She kept her pace, unable to handle much more. Her breathing got even heavier if possible, head lifting for just a moment. âCum for me..fuckinâ soak me even more.â
âIâm gonna cum..Ellie, Ellie!â you cried, head falling back against the pillows and your back arching almost painfully. Your orgasm hit you like a fucking tidal waveâa weak string and whine of her name fell from your lips like a chant, making her moan loudly in response. Your hole clamped around nothing, just squeezed juices out for her. You could feel your own wetness being rubbed all over your tired pussy, making it easier for her to go faster.
When your back arched, your overstimulated cunt pressed against hers in a way that was almost painful. But it was enough for Ellie. âOh, baby..s-shit, shit, shit!..â she whined, hips rutting desperately against yours as she came. The cry she let out echoed, the neighbors probably hated you guys from how many times she moaned like that. It sounded like something from a porno, something you wouldnât expect to hear on a Sunday night. Her back arched slightly, head tilted back until her cute nose was pointed towards the ceiling fanâthe whole ordeal.
You both panted, pussies still pressed against each other in a tight bond. The feeling was so warm, you didnât want to let it go even if your nerves were screaming for a break.
Ellie managed to peel herself away for a brief moment, just to change the position. Your legs were spread in a humiliating way, and she straddled you again. When your poor pussies made contact again, you both whined.
âGive me another one baby. Please, I just need to feel you one more time.â
tags!! <333 @valeisaslut @eriiwaiii2 @hyperbabes @usuck @haithone @yunaversalluv @smaugayra @andiemiaswife
IM SO SORRYYY this is short. Iâll incorporate more loud Ellie in future fics, promise!
BOOM SHAKALAKAAAA
18 + | vi x afab!reader
cw: squirting, a little bit of pussy slapping
a/n: i may be ovulating...that time of the month is approaching...
you're trying to focus on the television. you're doing your damnest to pay attention to whatever plot line is unfolding. but vi's pulled your panties to the side, dipped a finger into your slick hole before rubbing soft circles against your clit.
she's acting innocent, seemingly invested in whatever's happening onscreen. her chin's perched on your shoulder, her chest warm against your back, and oh, she's so warm.
your mouth drops open as your breath goes laboured. your back starts to arch the moment you feel that familiar tightness in your stomach. you thrash a little bit, eyes going slightly cross-eyed and vi easily holds one of your thighs apart to leave you spread open.
she hums when you whimper, trailing kisses down your neck as she slips two fingers into your sopping cunt. with a ruthless curl, she strikes that spot that makes your body shake as you softly cry out her name.
the tv before you is a blur, your attention stole away by pure ecstasy. a hand sneaks under your shirt, plucks at a peaked nipple and you feel that tightness about to snap.
you aren't even warned of its end; all it takes is a few mean slams of vi's fingers in your pussy and you're shocked into cumming. eyes wide, body tensed, and a mess made of the couch and floor. vi whistles, impressed, and gives your throbbing clit a few slaps, causing you to squeal as you squirt once more.
"fuck," you gasps, still twitching as vi doesn't stop playing with you. there's a flick here with a pinch there, a slap that has your thighs quivering. "s-stop, it's too muchâ"
"shh," vi hushes you, right in your ear as she hugs you close. she's still got fingers in your pussy, stretching you out. "i promise to stop if you squirt just like that one more time." she drags her fingers within you, making you whimper. "just one more time, for me."
wdym we never flirted i literally liked n reblogged ur post
vi x f!reader
synopsis: vi wants a new piercing. she wants you to do it.
a/n: please don't pierce yourself unless you know what you're doing. these two are just silly.
"vi, this isn't safe," you say as vi pulls out a needle from one of the bathroom's drawers. you watch as she fiddles with it for a moment, checking it out before grabbing some rubbing alcohol from the cabinet.
"says who?" vi replies, reaching for the plastic bowl she uses to mix dyes. she pours a bit of the alcohol in it before dumping in the needle. you know the bowl is clean, but that still doesn't seem sanitary.
"says me, the untrained piercer," you snark and vi laughs, fishing the needle out and drying it with a hand towel. "y'know, the one who has never pierced anything in her life and is now being asked by her girlfriend to do so."
vi gives the needle a little shake after wiping it, looking you right in the eye. "you worry too much," she tells you and you gape, eyebrows raised as vi goes about removing cotton pads. "you're just passing a needle through my ear, it's not the end of the world." she then smirks. "it's not like i'm asking you to pierce my nipple...unless, that's what you wantâ"
"shut up," you say, deadpan. "and excuse me for caring about hurting my girlfriend and inevitably giving her an ear infection."
vi chuckles, fond, as she finishes setting up the impromptu piercing station. she then turns to you so she can pull you in, strong arms wrapped firm around your waist. you try to evade her puppy dog eyes, tilting your head this way and that until vi catches you with one hand grasping your chin.
"baby," she says softly. "it's gonna be okay. you know i trust you with my entire self."
"i know," you mumble, avoiding her gaze still. "it's just that...i'd feel bad if you ended up hurt because we decided to do something stupid, and i endorsed it."
vi snorts. "honey, you always endorsed my stupid shit."
"not always," you reply weakly, like you can't even lie to yourself. "i didn't let you jump off the roof into mel's pool last saturday."
"that was after you said it'd be cool if i did a flip while i jumped," vi says, grinning. "then you remembered that i could break many bones and panicked."
"yeah, well," you reply, now smiling. "i never said my methods were smart."
vi hums a laugh, leading you into a gentle sway. "i still want you to pierce my ear," she says after a minute. "but i totally understand if you don't wanna. your comfort comes first, baby."
"i know," you sigh before looking at her, resigned but amused. "let's do it."
vi lights up, beaming. "really? you sure?"
"yeah," you match her bright smile. "it'd be interesting, and hey, if i'm lucky, maybe you'll cry." you tease as vi scoffs playfully.
"i've pierced my own cartilage without a wince, you won't be seeing a tear from me."
"then why am i piercing you?"
"couple activities, babe."
coming home to your gf
drunk!reader x gf!ellie
a/n: this is a work of fiction. the events and characters in this story are all made up. remember to separate fiction from reality
tw: alcohol consumption, intoxication/being drunk, slurred speech/loss of coordination, and slight mention of undressing (non-sexual, caretaking context.)
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itâs been five hours since you left the condo you share with ellie to go drink with some friends. and the entire time, she never stopped checking in on you.
baby?
what time are you coming home?
lmk if you want me to pick you up.
you made sure to reply each time, reassuring her with things like, âdonât worry,â and âiâll be fine,â because you really thought you would be. you even told her your friends would drop you off.
but you definitely didnât plan to drink that much tonight. blame your friends and their stupid charmânow youâre slurring words and giggling at nothing.
itâs 2am when you finally fumble with the keys and push the door open, practically wobbling into the condo. your steps are all over the place, and you nearly trip over your own feet.
you glance up and see a silhouette by the window, quiet and still, watching the sleeping cityâand of course, itâs ellie.
she turns the second she hears the door. her eyes meet yours, and in a blink, sheâs already walking toward you. you barely manage a smile before youâre tossing all your weight onto her.
she catches you like muscle memory, arms wrapped around you as she chuckles softly. âhow much did you drink, hm?â her tone is amused but gentle.
âbaby~ i missed you,â you mumble, slurring like youâve just woken up from a dream. you grab the collar of her shirt and tug her down, wanting a kiss. she dodges it with a laugh, pressing her palm against your cheek.
ânot yet. gotta clean you up first.â
you groan dramatically, dropping your head against her chest. your bodyâs so limp she has to shift her grip just to keep you from sliding down.
she leads you to the couch like sheâs done this a hundred times, setting you down carefully before heading back to lock the door.
when she returns, she kneels in front of you with that same amused smile.
âwhat are you doing, huhhh? are you taking advantage of me?â you slur, swaying where you sit.
ellie laughs, shaking her head. âiâm taking your shoes off, idiot.â
âthatâs so intimatee!â
she sighs playfully but thereâs this look on her faceâlike sheâs totally, helplessly in love with you, even when youâre like this. especially when youâre like this.
once your shoes are off, she pulls you up by the waist again, guiding you to the bathroom like itâs second nature. she sits you down on the toilet lid and lets out a soft, amused sigh.
âyouâre a lot of work, you know that?â
you pout, already looking offended. âyouâre tired of me, arenât you?â
ânever said that.â
âbut thatâs what youâre implying!â
ellie groans dramatically, placing her hand on your cheek and gently rubbing her thumb against it. âi love you, okay? so shut up.â she leans down and kisses your forehead, slow and warm.
she glances around the sink, scanning your skincare products. sheâs watched you do it every night, so itâs muscle memory by now.
youâre already dozing off, head slowly tipping forwardâuntil ellie catches it in her hands, steadying you gently.
she wets her hands and grabs your cleanser, lathering it between her fingers before rubbing it onto your face. her touch is so soft itâs almost ticklish.
âclose your eyes,â she says sweetly. you try, but they only half-close. she snorts and keeps going anyway.
once sheâs done lathering, she helps you stand, holding you up with an arm around your waist. she tilts your head forward a bit, guiding you toward the sink.
âokay, lean in.â
you do, half-asleep and humming nonsense. she carefully rinses your face with warm water, cupping it in her hands and being so, so gentle. then she pats your skin dry with a towel.
you lean into her touch like a sleepy cat.
âyouâre so dramatic,â she mutters, grabbing your toner and dabbing it on your face. âif i wasnât here, youâd be snoring in full makeup right now.â
âbut you are here,â you grin, lips lazy, eyes barely open. âyou always are.â
she pauses, then tucks some hair behind your ear. âyeah. always.â
after she finishes, she helps you shuffle into the bedroom. she lays you down softly, tucking you under the blanket like youâre the most fragile thing sheâs ever held.
she heads to your closet and picks out fresh clothesâcomfy, easy, soft. no effort required from you.
she returns to your nearly-asleep body, moving gently as she lifts your shirt off. then she grabs the warm towel she had waiting, wiping down your skin slowly, carefully, making sure you feel clean and warm.
she slips a fresh tee over your head, and your eyes flutter open, still groggy. âpervert,â you murmur with a smirk.
ellie just chuckles and scrunches her nose. âweirdo.â
next are your jeans. clearly, thereâs no way youâre sleeping in those. she wrestles them off of you, muttering under her breath the whole time. once she finally gets them off, she rinses your legs gently with the towel too.
she pulls on a pair of shorts for you, adjusting them with care before helping you sit up again.
âhey, baby,â she says sweetly, âdrink some water for me, yeah?â
you blink up at her, and she brings the glass to your lips, holding it steady as you take slow sips.
âthatâs it⌠good,â she coos softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.
once youâre done, she lays you back down again, tucking you in just right.
her eyes drift to your lips, gaze softâlike sheâs genuinely happy to be doing this. to be the one taking care of you.
she places her thumb lightly on your lips, tracing them for a second. then she leans in and gives you a quick, soft kiss. just enough to say âiâm here.â
then she lays down beside you, pulling you into her arms, your body instantly melting into hers.
âi love you,â she whispers, like itâs just between the two of you. even if you donât hear it, she says it anyway.
and she stays there, holding you close, like that love will carry you both through the night.
a/n: hi, guys! lmk what you think about this :3 im trying to improve my writing but i really enjoyed doing this one!