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[juliennevalery]

Thinking bout Simon's truck being so big he has to lift you up by the waist to get you inside every time. The thing is, you can't even reach the fucking handle, so you don't bother trying to get in anymore after failing miserably a couple of times. His Ford's just impossible to get into gracefully.

So, you simply wait by the door, standing there pretty and patient until he's towering behind you, and you feel the warmth of his tattooed arms effortlessly scooping you up to sit your ass on the seat.

It's actually funny because you're perfectly capable of getting in yourself, but over time you started doing it on purpose. He'd never tell you that, but he knows it too. The way your face lights up every damn time you wait for him gives you away immediately. Still, he'd never dare ruin your little game.

"Si, come pick me up, please?"

You stood in front of the monster he drove until you heard the door to your house click shut and his heavy boots against the driveway.

You didn't even bother to turn around. The low, amused huff that left Simon told you everything you needed to know.

The car unlocked with a click.

"Y'know," he drawled, coming to a stop behind you, "for someone who runs their mouth as much as you do, you're awful helpless, love."

A grin tugged at your lips as you felt his hands settle on your hips, giving them a light squeeze.

"Mhm."

He snorted.

"Such a fuckin' brat."

One second your feet were planted firmly on the ground; the next, they were kicking in the air as he hauled you up against his warm chest. A squeal escaped you before you could stop it.

"Simon!" You grabbed onto his forearms.

"What?" His voice was full of that stupid satisfaction he got whenever he managed to get a reaction out of you. "Thought you wanted me to help." He murmured close to your ear, sending shivers through your body.

You loved how easy he made it look and hated how your stomach flipped every time.

But fuck, what you loved most was being manhandled by him.

By the time he set you down on the passenger seat, your face was all warm.

His hand lingered on your thigh for a second longer before he stepped back.

You narrowed your eyes. Simon looked entirely too pleased with himself.

"Creep."

"Got in the truck, didn't ya?"

You pouted.

"Buckle your seatbelt!" Simon barked out a laugh and shut the door.

"You fuckin' buckle my ass," you huffed under your breath.

The driver's side door opened.

"Did ya say something?"

"Love you, Si!"

[eldritchphoenix]

Start of an Unconventional Family (Michael Myers)

RZ!Michael Myers x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Words: 6.8K+

Summary: You are close and strangely soft with the patient Michael Myers. He seems to only really interact with you and seems to feel close with you; at least you think so. But that relationship is broke when you are removed from his care team after Dr. Loomis closes his case on him. You no longer can see him, but it's not like that will stop him from wanting you in ways you secretly dreamed of.

Content/Warning(s): SMUT (MDNI), unethical relationship (nurse/patient), dr. loomis/noel/random dr i made up are dumb and mean lol, Michael speaks but not much, rough sex, choking, biting/marking, PiV, breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), slight size kink, Michael is unhealthily obsessed with reader, reader is more down bad for Michael than she should be.

A/N: I got a request for breeding kink RZ!Myers so here is a breeding kink RZ!Myers fic. The breeding kink isn't overtly stated but I tried integrating it into this story.

Tap, tap, tap.

You type away important information pertaining to Mr. Thompson as per his psychiatrist's orders. Finishing a sentence, you take a moment to massage your temples with your fingers as you look over the patient's chart. Being a nurse for Smith's Grove Sanitarium wasn't your initial choice, but it was one that paid decently enough to keep the lights on at home and had great benefits. The doctors treated you and the others as inferiors and the patients could really make or break the day, but you persevered.

You recognized some here were just deeply troubled and needed someone to listen to them properly. And while a few of the psychiatrists and therapists try, most are here for the money or recognition of working here. The man you work under is one of those. Dr. Daniel Jackson is one of the most egotistical men you've met, convinced that he could crack open Myers despite the many years Loomis put into trying just that. There is a rumor floating around the possibility of Dr. Loomis wanting to stop his work, and you just know Dr. Jackson is chomping at the bit to take over the Myers case.

You glance over at the time and quickly finish up your charting, putting in Mr. Thompson was medication compliant, no longer feeling SI yet still experiences HI and AVH, but is seeing improvements with the new medications given to him. You save everything and click out of his file, pushing away from the nurses station. 

It was nearly time to see Michael Myers. You quickly grab a large Rubbermaid tub with the supplies needed for paper mache and drop them off in the usual room Loomis uses to speak with Michael.

It was a few years ago he was added to your rotation. You were a little apprehensive at first, given what happened to a nurse who worked with him before your time here. Outside of him making his masks, he just…lives in his own world. Yet when you took over part of his care he seems to have perked up a little. His change was subtle–almost discernable–but still present when you enter the room. He perks up when you enter his room, he shows you the new masks he makes, and sometimes has you make a mask with him. He seems to respond to you–not always verbally but something about you breaks through his dissociation. And despite the warnings around him, you've developed a bond with Michael. You've tried to explain some of what Michael shows you to Loomis, yet he never believes you.

A part of you feels it teeters on the unprofessional side, but the other part believes you two share a connection. You're not sure how deep it is and you know you shouldn't indulge in any feelings you may feel fester inside you when you're with Michael… but you can't help but be softer with him. Feel something for him you probably shouldn't feel, especially on those late lonely nights you seem to frequently hace larely. You definitely shouldn't think about his towering height over you and how his subtle actions towards you and you only really do it for you, but you do. You shove those thoughts and feelings away, yet they are always present.

You meet up with Ismael, giving him a friendly smile until you spot a new guard with him. 

“Hey, Ismael, new hire?”

“Yep.Noel Kluggs. Showing him the ropes.” Your friend nods and the three of you start walking down the hall to Michael’s cell.

“So who are you and why does this place have such a hot ass nurse here?” Noel comments with a sleazy grin, making your steps fumble as you look at him with clear disgust on your face.

“Hey, man, not cool.” You’re grateful for Ismael’s quick scolding even if you could easily stand up for yourself against someone like him. “Don’t talk about her like that.” 

“He’ll be quick to learn to not fuck with me.” You chuckle, which makes Ismael laugh at your comment while Noel looks confused. He doesn’t make any comments further but he does try to put on a ‘macho man’ show towards Ismael.

Ismael opens Michael’s cell and greets him like usual. You were about to say hello like usual but the new guy started making a scene. You roll your eyes and you were about to tell him to knock it off when he goes and touches one of Michael’s. Ismael shouts at him while you reach out and smack the man’s hand.

“Don’t touch his masks.” Ismael warns.

“What the fuck, did you just slap me?” Noel growls and takes a step towards you but the sound of metal scraping stills the three of you. Michael had stood up abruptly and turned to face all of you–everyone’s breaths catch in their throats. You could see Myers’ chest heaving as he loomed over everyone else. You could barely see his face with his mask and hair in the way but you can just barely see his dark eyes focused on Noel, his large hands clenching into tight fists. 

“Hey, Mikey… It's alright. We're sorry. He's new.” Ismael speaks softly as he looks up at Michael. He clasped the cuffs around Myers's wrists, the chain dangling between his arms. “I'm sorry about the chains, but we are taking you to see Dr. Loomis.”

“What the fuck are you sorry for? You like this guy?” Noel looks genuinely baffled as he looks between the two of you and Michael.

“It's called having basic decency, Mr. Kluggs. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have Mr. Myers here handled. You can wait for us outside.” You let out a little ‘hmph’ and focus on the tallest in the tiny cell. You can see how much he is on edge right now with how tense his posture is. “You ready to go, Michael?”

“I am not leaving you alone with this freak.”

“Wait outside, Noel. Michael wouldn't  hurt me.”

“What the-”

“Listen to her.” Ismael grunts, grabbing Noel by the shoulder and guiding him out. He gives you a worried look but obliges. The door isn't closed, but it is still almost daunting being alone with him.

“I'm sorry about what just happened, Michael. He's new and just trying to prove himself.” You murmur as you step up close to him. You never thought much of your height compared to others but whenever you stood near Michael he made you feel so small and you have to cool off any sort of reaction his height brings you. It may be foolish to be so up close to him, but he's never given you a reason not to trust him. “Ready to go? We can make new masks before you and Dr. Loomis have your session.” 

Michael’s body seems to slowly relax back into his typical slouched posture. You barely hear the soft grunt from him as he shuffles forward, his eyes now locked on you.

Your smile gently and without touching him, you lead him out of the room. Ismael and Noel looked shocked at the hulking man following you so easily with no restraint and quickly scrambled to stand next to him. Nothing is said until the four of you reach the all too familiar, large room. Michael takes his seat at the table and you gently pat his shoulder and take your spot near him.

“Need anything else, nurse?” Ismael asks as he looks between you and Michael. 

“No. Thank you for your help.” 

You hear the dual footsteps grow further away until the door opens and closes. You know both of the guards are still outside, but now it is just you and Michael.

You don't say anything as you pop off the lid and set out the sheets of newspaper and various colors of construction paper. You get the necessary ingredients out and mix them for you both. While you can’t heat up the flour and water, it still works for crafts. 

“Do you want me to make one with you?” 

He lets out a soft noise and pushes some of the paper to you. He immediately starts tearing paper and getting to work and making something. You were slower as paper mache was a new medium to you but Michael’s hands worked fast, the chains connected to his cuffs tinking and shifting with each movement. You ‘tsk’ softly but know the guards wouldn't ever take off his restraints outside his room. You glance up from your own work to observe him.

“How are you doing today, Michael?”

His hands slowly stop his work as he peers up at you through his long hair. He doesn’t say anything and you don't expect him to, but his little responses tell you everything. He gives you a slight shrug and resumes making his mask.

“My neighbors are still being jerks.” You start to talk about your life as you normally do. It seems to be one of the few things that brings Michael out and in the present. “Last night they were so loud in their backyard. I don't know how two people can make so much noise but they do. I've tried telling them I work mostly in the mornings so I need sleep but they don't care.”

Michael grunts as he smooths out some of the wet paper of his mask.

“I made a delicious batch of cookies though, which was great since I usually suck at baking. I'll talk to Dr. Loomis and see if I can’t bring you some tomorrow.” 

Again you are met with silence from him but he stops his task for just a moment to briefly look at your face. He stares for a long time before going back to his mask. You don't say anything more as you focus a little too hard on finishing your own art project. 

Your mask is a little chopped and not the greatest made thing when you finish. It's lumpy under the red and yellow paper you placed on top of the newspaper yet it still has some charm. You let out a little huff at the sight of the mask Myers made with black as the primary shade with specs of red and blue placed on various places where the cheeks and forehead would be. It looks more smoothed out and less chunky than yours. 

“You are too good at that.” You grin as he looks at your face and the mask you made. He slowly slides the mask he made over to you. “For me?”

He grunts again and returns his hands back to in front of him. 

“Then, I will give you the one I made. I'll take them to my desk to dry while Dr. Loomis talks with you.” You carefully lift the mask he made into your hands and look it over with a smile. “Thank you.”

Michael leans forward a little, tilting his head back a little so you see more of his eyes and the current mask he is wearing. You blink as he stares and your smile waivers just a little at the intensity. You catch his hand twitching against the table and he moves as close as he can to you. Your breath catches in your throat but you don’t show any fear. It may be foolish not to be scared of a patient known for his random bouts of violence. It may be stupid, too, to reach over and gently place your hand over his.

“You've done good today, Michael.” You nearly whisper and you can feel the nearly indiscernible twitch of his fingers. His hand–much larger than yours–turns and he grips yours firmly. It makes you wince and almost instantly you felt his hand loosen its grasp on yours. You smile softly and squeeze his hand gently and he returns the gesture. You feel him start to pull you close and you swallow thickly.

 Before anything else could happen the door opens and in walks Dr. Loomis. You are quick to remove yourself from Michael’s personal space, your heart racing at almost getting caught being so close to a patient. You let out a shaky sigh, giving Michael a reassuring look, before looking at Loomis.

“Ah, making masks again, are we?” The older man asks with a raised brow. 

“As always, Dr. Loomis. I'll get the table cleaned up.” You murmur politely, all while Myers still stares at you. You gather up the supplies, place them in the clear tote, and click the lid back in place. You place the masks on top of the box and carefully lift it into your arms before grabbing the small bowl with the water mixture. “I shall stop by your room afterwards, Mr. Myers.” 

You can feel Dr. Loomis's stare on both you and Michael as you leave. Ismael thankfully opens the door for you and Noel doesn't say anything. You let out a sigh as you walk to your desk. You set down the container and place the masks down at your desk before taking a seat. You feel almost warm, or lighter, at the subtle progress Michael has made.

You stare at your hand as you recall Michael’s behavior, when Dr. Jackson appears with a stupid smirk on his face.

“Have you heard the news?”

You don't reply to him and just give him a hard look as you stand up. 

“Dr. Loomis is closing his work on that freak, Myers. He's going to hand the case to me.” His words make you freeze.

“What?”

“He doesn't think he can learn more or help Myers at this point, so he is giving him to me. And the first thing I implement is removing you from his case.”

“You can't be serious? Michael has shown improvements after he was added to my rotation.”

“Only that you have seen.”

“Ismael has seen it too.”

“Ismael barely knows his right from his left.” Dr. Jackson waves you off. “I don't need you or him meddling with what the patient needs.” 

“Unbelievable.”

“Believe it, sweetheart.” He grins and waves as he quickly takes his leave before you can say anything else. You stared at his retreating figure in disbelief. You feel the cold realization that he is limiting your time with Michael and the fact that Loomis won't be his primary psychologist  anymore. Change can be life altering for the patients and you worry about Michael’s reaction. 

You get through small tasks until the hour is up and Michael would be escorted back to his room, bringing the mask you made along with you. When you approached the room you saw Loomis leave with an almost troubled look before he spots you. Michael is led out by Ismael and Noel and you could see just how tense he is.

Dr. Loomis calls your last name. “May I speak with you?”

“Of course.” You swallow thickly as Michael is led back to his room. 

“I have decided to stop working with Michael Myers and have handed my case on him off to Dr. Daniel Jackson.”

“I've heard. He is removing me from Michael’s care team.” Your voice is tense. “I don't think that is a good decision, especially if you're no longer in charge.”

“While I respect your dedication to Michael’s care, I think Dr. Jackson's choice is a valid one. You are in too deep. I've seen the way you've treat him-”

“He responds to me, Dr. Loomis!” You exclaim, cutting him off. You felt your frustration boiling over at how stubborn this man is. “He doesn't speak but he responds with action.”

“And I have yet to witness that.” Dr. Loomis's face turns stern as he looks you over. “I advise you to drop this matter or I will highly recommend to the charge nurse you will need to take some time off and a suggestion that you take courses around the ethics of healthcare as a nurse.” 

“Dr. Loomis-”

“I will not hear anything else from you. And I will also advise you not to see Michael out of your own volition either. If Dr. Jackson wants you away from him, then you stay away. Now…Have a good night.” Dr. Loomis gives you a tense nod before walking off, not giving you a chance to speak. 

You stand for a few moments in shock. Your frustration and also the sudden sadness you feel brings tears to your eyes, but you try not to cry. Michael has been doing so well. Even if it's small actions, he's been coming out of his dissociation. Your heart clenches at the thought of him as you start to head to your desk, grabbing the mask you made before heading to his cell. 

Losing both Loomis and you will certainly shake Michael in some sort of way, and you worry for him. You worry about the care Dr. Jackson will place on him too. You worry Michael is either going to regress back completely into his dissociative shell, or become violent. Your stomach churns at all the possibilities. 

You're grateful to see Ismael when you arrive back at Michael's cell. He has a sympathetic look on his face. “Heard the news. I thought you'd want to say goodbye to him.” 

“I just hope he'll take the news well.” You murmured before Ismael opened the door for you. You take a deep breath and step inside, Ismael cracking the door so you have some semblance of privacy. You look at Michael as he sits at his desk, slouched and tense.

When your footsteps sound in the cramped room his head perks a little. 

“Hello, Michael.” Your voice is a little above a whisper as you greet him. You get yourself to where you are close behind him. You'd stand to his side if there was enough room in his tiny cell.

You're surprised to see him slowly turn in his chair and peer up at you from his spot. Even sitting, he is a hulking man.

“Dr. Jackson and Dr. Loomis told me what's happening.” Your chest feels tighter at what you're about to tell him. Your instincts tell you not to, but you can’t help but squat down and offer your hand to him. You half-expect him not to move, but you give him a small, sad smile when he places his large hand on yours. “And…Dr. Jackson wants to remove me from your care team.”

You feel his grip tighten on your hand as you let out a trembling breath. You don't see his face past his mask but his eyes seem to search your face.

“I tried reasoning with both him and Dr. Loomis, but they feel I am impeding your care. Loomis threatened to have me put on leave. I shouldn't be telling you any of this, but I would hate for you to not know why I won't be present any more.” You feel your eyes sting and the tears you were so desperately trying to hold back fall. You ‘tsk’ at yourself and hastily wipe them away with your free hand. Screw being professional. “It wasn't out of choice. If I wasn't risking my job or license I would choose to stay as your nurse.”

Michael pulls you closer to him, making you stumble and your knees hit the floor. He grunts and his hand is almost painfully tight around yours. His breathing seems to have deepened all while he stares directly at your face.

“I'm truly sorry.” You stand up slowly and try to take steps back but his harsh grip keeps you near. You almost worry–for just a second–but he drops your hand. You can barely force yourself to move away. You know if Loomis or Jackson catches you in here the consequences will be worse.

You leave his cell with a sad look and don't say anything to Ismael. You just head back to your desk at the nurses station to finish the rest of your rounds. Your mood stayed somber and it didn't help that Dr. Jackson would walk past you with a gloating smile.

—

You planned to turn in early when you got home but trashy television was a great distraction. You mess with the bandaids now adorning two of your fingers when you accidentally sliced yourself when you were cooking, the credits playing on the tv screen. You let out a soft sigh and decide to turn off your show and get up from the couch.

You groan as you stand up and stretch. You turn off your lights and pad your way to your bedroom, cursing softly at how the now stretched hems of your sweats catch under your heels. Your bed is a welcoming sight after the day you hand. You close your squeaky door and promptly flop on to your bed. You struggle for a second to get under your plethora of blankets but soon find yourself in a comfortable cocoon of warmth.

You let out a soft sigh as you press your face into your pillow. You close your eyes and try to take deep, slow breaths. You've always struggled falling asleep yet tonight you find yourself drifting off easily.

You're not sure what caused you to stir awake. Was it that your doors squeaked when it opened? Was it the heavy breathing you heard when you arose from your slumber? Or was it the sensation of being watched?

Your brain barely comprehends it as you wake up and sit up. You shiver when your plush blankets fall off you, making the cold air envelop your once warm skin. You rub one of your eyes with the heel of your palm and groggily look over to your door. 

Your heart drops into your stomach as your eyes lock on to the masked figure wearing stained, brown coveralls. Your eyes flicker down to his clenched hand and you spot the bloodied knife, and you whimper, scooting back against your wall. The man doesn't move or say anything. He just stares. You stay still as if any sudden movement was going to trigger something, your eyes locked on his form as your muscles tighten in case you need to fight or flee. 

The man tilts his head and underneath the neck part of his mask you spot messy, blonde hair peeking out. Your eyes widen as you realize the sheer height and you suddenly recognize the figure.

“Michael?” You whisper, voice unsteady. You can hardly believe yourself but everything about this man points to your former patient. Even the way he tilts his head to the side reminds you of him. “Michael, what are you doing here?”

You don't expect a verbal reply despite your question as you stare at him. You can see his chest rise and fall with a deep breath before he steps closer to your bed. What could you really say or do in this scenario? You and him have a good history, but now that he is apparently does that really matter?

Michael starts to step closer to your bed and you don’t make any more sounds or attempt to move. You swallow thickly when he reaches the side of the bed you’re on. You crane your head up while he looks down at you with a tilt of his head. His hand–not the one gripping the kitchen knife–slowly reaches out and grips your wrist. He lifts your arm and stares at your hand, his thumb sliding up from your wrist to tap against one of the bandaid’s around your pointer finger.

“Accidentally cut myself cooking. I was a little… distracted after everything today.” You murmur and cringe a little at reminding him of early.

Michael grunts and shifts his hand quickly, sliding his palm against yours and intertwining yours and his fingers. You swear your heart is about to slam out of your chest from your nerves. What was he thinking? What does he plan to do? Those are questions that everyone at the Sanitarium asked and you find yourself asking those same questions at this moment. The tall man looks over at your nightstand and sets his knife down slowly.

Your eyes train in on the open wounds on his hand and you look up at him in surprise. They look like scratches and you fear the worst at the thought of where they came from. The blood on his overalls implies what answer you’d get from him if he were to speak. 

“Are…Are you alright, Michael?” You’re hesitant to ask but you do so anyways as you look over his hand holding yours.

“Mmm…” Was all he replied with before his other hand moves around your hand and grasps the back of your head. He grips your hair and tilts your head back a little too roughly but it's clear he is holding his strength back. Something about him towering over you with his hands on you both terrifies you yet sends shocks of arousal through you. You want to push those feelings and thoughts away like you did back in the Sanitarium but they persist. 

You shouldn’t still be thinking like this about him. He is dangerous…but he has never been threatening with you. He's been soft, you think.

“Michael…” You whimper his name and his hand’s grip tightens.

“You.” 

Just one, singular word is all he said before he makes you lay back down on your bed, ripping your blankets away from your body. You let out a soft noise of surprise and before you know it, Michael is shoving his mask up above his nose and sloppily pressing his lips against yours. He still grips your hand tight and presses it against the bed as he crawls on top of you, his leg sliding between yours.

He bites your lips rough and his kiss is uncoordinated, but god is it hot. You're half-tempted to try and push him off. He's your former patient after all and it's all sorts of wrong. And yet, you find your free hand coming up to grip his shoulder. He barely lets up for air before his mouth is attacking yours again. He removes his hand from under your head to grip your jaw, pulling it enough to force your mouth open so his tongue can slip inside. Your mind is overcome with the roaring flames of growing passion that any previous hesitations or guilt have left you.

Michael lets up his kiss to your lips and instead attacks your neck. You whimper out as he roughly bites and sucks at your skin, his hand on your jaw keeping your throat exposed for him. You can feel the old, rubbery mask press against your skin as he bites and sucks at the same spot again and again, likely trying to leave a mark.

“Why are you doing this?” You manage to whisper out to him. You weren't complaining but you were confused in the midst of this shared heat. Michael grunts and slowly pushes himself up. He can’t see you with how his mask is pushed up but you watch him lick at his lips.

“You.” He repeats in his deep, almost hoarse, voice. He presses his knee against your core and you gasp. “Family…wife.”

You don't get a chance to reply, his mouth is back on yours in an instant.

“You are nice.” He grunts against your lips before he bites your bottom one again. You're certain it will be swollen in the morning. “Mine.”

You should feel excited he is speaking and acknowledging you directly, yet all you can focus on is your own growing need as he presses his knee against your pussy through your sweats once more. You let out a breathless moan at the sensation and you feel his hand–fingers still intertwined with yours–squeeze your hand in response and his other squeeze your jaw.

You're completely at his mercy and it thrills you. You can't help but roll your hips to try and get more friction where you need it most. Michael grunts again and pulls his mask up enough to where you can see your eyes. He isn't gentle about getting your clothes off. He nearly rips them from your body and tosses them onto the floor until you're completely exposed to him. His face is blank but his eyes roam over your body possessively.

“We shouldn't be doing this.” You murmur and his eyes snap up to meet yours. You feel his grip on you tighten before you continue to speak. “But, I'm no longer your nurse and clearly you aren't a patient anymore…”

That seems to please Michael. He leans down and nips at your chest before he licks at one of your hard nipples, sucking it into his mouth hungrily. You let out a sharp moan as you feel his teeth bite around the areola as he sucks and licks at the hardened bud. His hand leaves your jaw and he roughly grabs and kneads at your breast, all while keeping his other hand connected with yours. You squirm and roll your hips again, grinding your now bare pussy against his leg. He lets off your breast with a slight pop before he attacks the other one just the same. Your nipples feel tender and are deeper in color, covered in his saliva with his bite marks around each, once he is done with them. 

Michael sits up and his hands finally move to grip your legs. His movements are fast as he lays down on his stomach with his head between your thighs, putting your legs over his broad shoulders. You can feel his hot breath on your wet folds and it makes your face flare with heat. 

“You don't have-” Your words are cut off by a moan when he licks at your folds. Your noises are soft as his tongue laps up your wetness eagerly. No part of your cunt is left untouched and when he swipes over your clit? You're crying out and arching off your bed. You hear him grunt and his lips suction around your swollen bundle of nerves and focus all his attention and effort into licking and sucking your clit. You choke on a moan as jolts of pleasure and arousal shoot through you. One of his hands leaves your thigh and he maneuvers it underneath himself.

You cry out when two of his thick fingers slide inside you, your slick wetness making it easy for him to start pumping them in and out. He doesn’t start out slow and gentle. His pace is rough as he works you open.

“Curl your fingers a little…Just-Just like that.” You sighed before sharply gasping when he’s brushing against that spongey, sweet spot inside you. Feeling your legs twitch and try to close in around his head and with all the noises you were making has Michael doubling his efforts. You curse and babble and feel the telltale signs of your orgasm rapidly building to the precipice. Your hands move on their own as you attempt to push him off your sensitive pussy but he growls in response, using his free hand to bat away yours. You don’t even get a chance to react to his actions as you tumble over the edge of pleasure faster than you have in a while. Your release hits your hard and fast, and you can practically hear the increased wetness as he still fingers you.

You cry when Michael jerks away and pulls his fingers from your pulsing heat. You lift your head off your pillow and look at him looking at your pussy. His hands move and his thumbs part your folds as he watches your cunt clench around nothing. You feel his hot breath against your flesh and you hear him let out a mix of a grunt and exhale as you come down from your quick high. Slowly he sits up and falls forward, catching himself with his hands as he looks down at you. He pulls down his mask while you reach up with shaky hands.

You cup his face over the mask before dragging your fingers down his neck. You pull at the overalls and he lets you. You can still hear his heavy breaths behind the latex of his mask and you feel your arousal rekindled at the thought of his mouth smeared with your release underneath that mask. Michael sits up a little with you as you push down the coveralls off his shoulders to his waist, leaving just his white shirt covering his chest. Pushing them down a little more, you can clearly see the tent in the dark boxers he has on. 

“Want me to pull those down too?”

He grunts once more and he rolls his hips against your touch. You bite your bottom lip to hide your smile as you pull down the fabric constraining his length. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock. Michael, for a lack of a better word, is hung. You take a moment to look over what’s going inside you, admiring the deep red tip glistening with his precum. Your gaze trails over a prominent vein along his shaft before looking over the pubic hair at its base. You place your hands under the hem of the white shirt and trail it upwards his stomach. You can feel his thick happy trail leading up to his belly button as you caress over his hot flesh.

“You’re so warm.” You whisper as you pull off his shirt. He goes back to hovering over you with one hand bracing himself by your head and the other gripping your hip firmly. You can feel him tensing under your touch and his length twitches and drips a few small drops of his pre-cum onto your stomach. You can tell he is getting impatient–you’ve seen it plenty of times from him towards the guards and Dr. Loomis. “Do you want to fuck me now?”

The low groan from him tells you his answer.

Michael shifts his hips and he presses his cock against your folds. He grinds against you with a deep sigh and you whimper each time he rubs against your swollen clit. You reach down and gently grasp his flushed cock, guiding him to your entrance. Immediately he pushes his hips forward and you whimper when the thick head of his cock pops inside you.

Much like with his fingers, Michael sinks inside you to the hilt in one thrust. You cry out at the stretch and he doesn’t give you a chance to adjust to his size. He’s already rocking into you with steady movements and you can hear his breaths coming out harshly beneath his mask. You grab at his arms as you try to focus on the pleasure rather than the pain you feel. You watch as he tilts his head down and you just know he is watching himself disappear into your tight heat.

“M-Michael…” You breathe out his name as you try to adjust your legs around his waist. He grunts loudly and tightens his hold on your hip while moving his hand from beside your head to around your throat. His pace starts to quicken as he drives into you again and again until he is practically snapping his hips against you. He leans forward and drapes himself over your body, practically drowning you underneath his impressive frame.

Michael’s mask presses against the side of your head and you can hear his heavy breaths and grunts so much clearer. His hand still grips at your throat enough to make you light-headed in the midst of your pleasure. You shift your hips and the new angle as you squirming against him. He lets go of your hip and slides his arm under your lower back, palming at your ass and keeping your hips angled how you want them. His cock rubs perfectly against that spot as he continues roughly grinding into your heat. Your noises grow louder and you can tell that please him greatly. 

“Mine.” His voice is hoarse and muffled against your ear. You grab at what you can, your fingers digging into his skin. His pace is starting to falter and shifts into sloppier movements while you feel the familiar heat growing in your lower belly. Your walls start to clench and tighten around his cock while your breath catches each time he is fully inside you. With the added squeezing from his large hand along with your sensitivity from your previous release you’re at the edge once more.

“I’m s’close again.” You rasped out, gasping slightly for air. You feel his hand lighten up for a moment before squeezing again, making your head spin once more as tingles start to travel up your legs. He’s recklessly rutting into you, his grunts and your moans filling your room. 

“Breeding you…family.” He mutters and you barely catch what he says.

You can’t speak. The words are trapped in your throat as you let out hoarse cries of pleasure. In your hazy arousal, you haven’t thought about the fact that he has no condom on or how you’ve been spacing getting your refill for the pill. You feel too good to tell him to pull out…not that you think he would listen to you. In a different setting you would have insisted on some form of birth control, but you didn't and you still don't.

The coiling tension in your lower belly finally breaks and you dissolve into pure pleasure beneath Michaels. You let out a strangled moan as your walls pulse around his cock, pulling him deeper inside you. 

You hear a tense groan from him and his hand briefly tightens around your throat. Michael’s hips stutter until he gives you one final, powerful thrust, emptying himself inside you. His dick throbs with each spurt as he fills you full of his cum. You can’t help but moan at the feeling, your walls milking every last drop he gives you. Sweat sticks to both of you as he keeps himself pressed against and in you.

Michael lets go of your throat and pulls his mask up again. His mouth is back on your neck, biting and sucking repeatedly in several spots. He still slowly grinds his hips even as he's softening inside you. You let your legs fall from around his waist as he stills his movements with a soft breath. Giving your skin one last lick, Michael pushes himself up and off your body after fixing his mask. You could faintly see his eyes trail down from your face to where you both were connected.

You were expecting him to pull out. Instead, he removes his arm from underneath you to brace himself as his other hand caresses over your lower belly. Your face flushes at his action and you are reminded he came inside you. That you and him just had sex and you don't feel regretful at all about it. All your schooling and training about ethics in healthcare have gone out the window. 

You let out a soft, content sigh and caress his chest and shoulders. “Are you going to stay the night?” 

A soft noise comes from him before he lays back down on top of you, pushing his arms under you before rolling you both on your sides. You can feel his coveralls and boxers are still bunched at his thighs but he doesn’t seem to care. Neither do you at this point. You feel boneless and so full right now as he holds you tightly against his frame.

You can’t help but nuzzle against his chest as you relax, trying not to think of all the possible outcomes from what just happened. You don’t think about Michael being out of the Sanitarium and the implications that brings. You try to forget the knife sitting on your nightstand or the few words Michael whispered to you in the heat of the moment. 

Instead, you kiss his collarbone and feel him tense against you, his fingers digging into the skin on your back. He shifts his hold and keeps your head pressed against his chest. You can feel his release start to leak around where you both are still connected.

“Mine.” He mutters once more and you feel his touch drag from your back and slip between you both, resting against your stomach once more. “Ours.” 

You should refute that and move away, but you don’t. You don’t think you can at this point…not that you want to. Rather, you tiredly nod against his chest at the idea while your exhaustion slowly washes over you again. You try not to fall asleep so quickly but you can’t help it. Strangely enough, you feel safe in his arms.

[cursedyuri]

stella’s masterlist!

blurbs/drabbles/headcanons!

vi (arcane)

✧ subby bottom!vi

✧ vi fucks you in the bathroom at the club

✧ loser!vi masturbates to your photos

✧ stoner!vi teaches you how to roll a blunt

✧ dom!vi + somno

✧ sucking vi’s tits

✧ vi mocks your moans during sex

✧ vi’s got a praise kink!

✧ pitfighter!vi uses you for stress relief

✧ using vi’s boot while she uses your mouth

✧ rockstar!vi

✧ modern!vi sends you a video post-workout

✧ vi takes care of you after a rough day

ellie williams (tlou2)

✧ santa barbara ellie

✧ gf!ellie tapes your mouth shut

✧ backshots with ellie

✧ spanking ellie as a punishment

✧ sub!ellie and dom!reader

✧ you’re feeling low & ellie takes care of you

✧ ellie sells you a new toy

✧ cockwarming + belly bulge

✧ sleepy morning sex with ellie

✧ ellie ‘accidentally’ sends you a nude (part one | part two)

✧ ellie shows you who you belong to

✧ lovesick!ellie

✧ bestfriend!ellie

✧ ellie’s strap

✧ dealer!ellie and a different form of payment

full length fics!

vi (arcane)

✧ ‘will you shuffle me, spread me apart?’

✧ ‘fool me once’

ellie williams (tlou2)

✧ ‘the girl is mine’

✧ ‘smoke me out’

have a request, darling? tell me!

[twisted-kiwiz]

⋆.˚ Flash On…? .☘︎ ݁˖

˗ˏˋ ꒰ asking the creeps if they want to see your boobs mid convo but sending a black screen ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Includes: Tim, Brian, Ben, Toby, and Jeff

CW: reader has boobs, suggestive, strong language

Req by: Anon

[whorefordean]

thinking about simon with restless!reader who can never get comfy first try so she always ends up in crazy positions… she is me, i am her.

you’re twisting and turning in bed while simon patiently waits for you to find a resting position. by the end of it, you end up laying across him with your head resting on his thigh, arms wrapping around the thick muscle.

“settled?” he’ll ask, eyes half-lidded as he fights sleep long enough for you to answer. you hum, nuzzling your face against his outer thigh and squeezing tighter.

maybe his hand is planted firmly on your own thigh that is currently sprawled across his waist, rubbing soothing circles into your flesh.

the next morning, he wakes to you laying on your back with an arm and a leg hanging overboard. through bleary eyes, he’ll pull you back and trap you against his chest for a few hours since he didn’t get to last night.

a/n: i can’t get comfy in my own bed and i think a big beefy man that i could climb all over would help

[sophislover]

You snooze, you lose

Streamer!ellie x fem!reader Moder AU Word count: 2.3k

Summery: Your girlfriend Ellie, who is a famous streamer on twitch never told her devoted yet nosy fans about you. You never minded, in fact, you told her you'd rather keep yourself private. So she did, until she slips up on stream while her fans question her about why her set is so clean.

cw: SMUT subtop!ellie, bottom!reader, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), Ellie whines a lot, usage of y/n, gf!ellie, Ellie is supa horny and touchy, stream chat, streamer!ellie, Ellie is awkward towards her viewrs, Ellie's viewers lowkey hate her, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!

A/N: I’m genuinely so scared to post this cuz I feel like my writing sucks now!! I haven’t posted a fic in over a fucking month. Writers block and life has been kicking my ass. But anyways, whoever reads this.. thank you for not giving up on me 😭😭 ily all 🩷🩷

Ellie wraps her arms around your waist, kissing your neck while staring at you playing Tomodachi life.

“Damn.. you’ve had it for a week and you’re already at level 79?” She asks. You nod and lean into her touch.

“Mhm.. thank you for buying it..” you whisper. Ellie chuckles lowly and kisses your lips. You close your eyes, putting the switch down and lean into the kiss. When you pull away Ellie pouts, you lift your hand to her cheek and caress it softly.

“Don’t you have a stream soon?” you ask. Ellie nods, closing her eyes and tilting her head into your hand. 

“Mhm.. you should come on with me today..” She whispers, leaning closer to you and nuzzling her face into your neck. You chuckle and rub her back,

“Mm.. no.. your fans are insane..” You say, half joking. Ellie groans and gets up, stretching her arms out.

“Can we cuddle after stream?” she asks. You nod and laugh,

“Nope.. we can cuddle when you eat after stream. I’m cooking tonight.” you tell her. Ellie internally cheers and kisses your lips,

“I love you baby.. Thank you..” She walks off into her stream room and you head to the kitchen. You start cooking and hear Ellie’s loud greeting to her stream.

“Alright guys.. You guys have been submitting shit to my tumblr so.. Let’s check it I guess…” She opens her phone as the chat spams random things,

tiddylicker12: did u just wake up happyeatmy1arse: BRO LOOK WHAT I SENT ELLIE fart_master: her room looks cleaner wtf natesonadate9: (replying to fart_master): omg yeah why bartsimpson8275: Guys ellie’s clean she just gets quirky sometimes

Ellie squints her eyes at the chat and rolls them after reading,

“You guys hate me..” She says turning her attention back to her phone. “Okay.. first one..” She taps on a random ask and starts reading it out loud,

“do you live alone? Wait don’t answer that i know you do” Ellie looks offended after reading the ask and turns to her chat,

“Wow.. How could you assume that??” She asks.

elliesbootylicker: cuz ur rooms usually a mess lilyonapetal50_: lmao yall hate her 67eaterieat67: her rooms not a mess tdy tho

Ellie sneers at one of the usernames,

“The fuck is that name.. Mods, mute elliesbootylicker for 5 minutes” The chat bursts into madness. And she laughs,

“I hope you guys know I don’t sleep in here.. it’s only messy cuz this is my gaming room.” she mumbles. She’s about to tap on another ask but instead turns her head up to the camera,

“Also my girlfriend cleaned it..” At first, Ellie doesn’t realize that she wasn’t supposed to say that. So she continues,

“Do you have any pets?” Ellie pauses,

“I have a cat.. her name is titty..” Ellie chuckles to herself and then looks at chat.

natesonadate9: GIRLFRIEND??? happyeatmy1arse: bru who’s standards are that low fart_master: HELLO?? DID SHE JUST SAY THAT kitty3_kate: CAN WE SEE HER greenyuriiiiii1: butchfemme?? 😍😍

Ellie groans,

“Fuck.. uhh my girlfriend doesn’t really like being on stream..” Ellie says. The chat starts blowing up yet again, saying that Ellie is lying about having a girlfriend. Which gets her upset.

“You guys are haters.. I’m calling her over.” Ellie stands up and leaves the room. Ellie smiles as she sees you cooking, she wraps her arms around your waist from behind, kissing your neck gently. 

“Hi baby..” She whispers. You smile and lean into her touch.

“Hi.. how’s stream?” you ask. Ellie nervously laughs,

“About that.. I brought you up and my chat wants to meet you..” You sigh and turn around with a frown on your face.

“Els..” Ellie gently grabs your face, softly stroking your cheeks with her thumbs.

“You don’t have to.. it’s fine.. they just don’t believe I have a girlfriend..” She laughs at that. For a second you’re about to nod and continue cooking. But the look on Ellie’s face is physically impossible to say no to. 

“No.. I’ll go on.. cmon..” You wrap your arm under hers and start walking towards her room. Ellie looks shocked and she kisses your cheek hard.

“Thank you.. I love you baby..” She whispers. She gets in front of the camera, quickly telling you to stay out of frame so she can introduce you. Ellie rubs her hands together,

“Okay guys! My girlfriend is right here.. So her name is y/n.. She’s very cutesy and pretty and beautiful and kind and-”

“Els..” You chuckle, blushing hard. The chat goes crazy when they hear your voice,

elliesbootylicker: HOLY SHIT SHE EXISTS 67eaterieat67: I thought she was lying tbh natesonadate9: (replying to elliesbootylicker): ur gonna get banned again elliesrealgf: uh yeah thats totally me in the background

Ellie sits down on her chair and gently pulls you into the camera. You wave at the camera and stare at the chat that's currently blowing up. 

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Ellie asks. Attempting to pull you on her lap. 

tiddylicker12: cut the gay shit. itsmeemily61_: guys obviously that’s not her gf look how uncomfy she is.. 🫩🫩 _hxneyclvdii_: (replying to itsmeemily61_): least obvious coping mechanism 🤣

You squint at the camera, taking a seat on Ellie’s lap. 

“Huh? No.. I’m not uncomfortable, I love Els..” you chuckle and kiss her cheek. Ellie’s face turns red and she leans into you. 

“Guys.. you heard that? She loves me..” she turns towards you and smiles.

“You look pretty..” She whispers. You giggle and stand up, 

“Lemme keep cooking, okay baby?” Ellie pouts and grabs your waist, burying her face in your stomach. You guys are out of frame, the only thing the audience could see is the back of Ellie’s head. You gently stroke her hair as she whines,

“You can’t stay a little longer?” She asks. You shake your head,

“Nope.. but we can cuddle while we eat dinner?” you suggest. Ellie nods vigorously, she lifts your shirt up to kiss your hips. You laugh, pushing her face away.

“Okay.. okay.. I love you Els..” You whisper, leaving her room. Ellie lays back on her gaming chair, cheesing about that moment on stream. Then she sits up,

“Do you guys like her?” she asks the chat. 

cheesrat_eater40: yeah lowkey bring her back we like her better than u greenyuriiiiii1: oh my god they’re so butchfemme, green Yuri, stonetop x pillow princess, loser x pretty cutey girl fart_master: omg Ellie is down bad tfff

“Did you just call me a loser? Okay whatever I’m turning on.. a game I don’t fuckin’ know..” Ellie scrambles to find a game, eventually finding one and playing it as the chat drifts off from the topic of you. Around 30 minutes into the game, Ellie gets a text from you telling her that dinners ready. She’s all smiles as she says goodbye to chat, logging off of stream and rushing out of her room. She walks past her plate of food on the table and goes straight to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. She starts kissing your neck gently.

“My viewers love you..” she whispers. You chuckle,

“Els, what’s with you today..?” you ask, referring to how needy she’s being.

“I can’t show my precious queen some love?” she asks. You turn around and press your lips against hers, reaching your hand up to her cheek.

“Let’s eat..” you whisper. Ellie nods, basically melting from your touch. The entire dinner, Ellie’s staring at you like a piece of cake. She’s eating, but looks starving for something other than food. 

“You’re eating awfully fast.. is the food good baby?” You ask Ellie. She nods standing up, walking to the sink to watch her dish. You chuckle, taking the last few bites of your food. As you’re putting your plate in the sink, Ellie pulls you into her. 

“You said we could cuddle after we eat..” She mumbles, nuzzling her face into your neck. You stroke her hair and nod,

“Yeah.. come on..” Ellie scoops you up in her arms. You wrap your arms around her shoulders and bury your face into her chest. 

“You’re so clingy today..” the quiet whisper lingers in the air. You can feel Ellie’s need in the way she grips your thighs. 

“Something you wanna ask me baby?” you ask Ellie as she drops you on the bed. She stands over you, staring like you’re a painting at the Louvre. Her hands rest at the hem of your shirt. 

“Can I..?” She asks, more like begs. You nod, and within a second. Your shirt is on the floor, Ellie’s mouth is trailing from your neck, to your shoulders, to your collarbones. Pawing at the strap of your bra. You reach back, Unclipping it. Ellie groans, her hands rub up and down your thighs as she lifts her lips up to yours. 

“You’re so beautiful..” She mumbles, muffled by a kiss. Ellie’s hands start fiddling with the button on your jean shorts. You lift your hips as she pulls them down your legs. She snaps the hem of your panties,

“My favorite..” you roll your eyes and chuckle, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

“Pervert..” Ellie shoots back and gasps jokingly.

“How could you?? I’m just admiring my beautiful queen..” She feigns offence, holding her hand over her heart. She leans down and starts to kiss your neck. Softly humming as her hand rubs further down your thigh. Your hand lifts to her hair,

“I thought we were cuddling..” You whisper. Ellie’s free hand pulls you closer as she kneels down, trailing her lips down to your stomach. You watch Ellie, her eyes are closed and she’s so lost in the scent of you that it seems like she’s under a trance. You stroke her hair,

“Baby..” Ellie’s lips reach your thighs, she gently pushes them apart. The pool between your thighs is now exposed to Ellie. You can see the need in her eyes as she pulls your panties to the side. 

“Fuck.. you’re so wet..” She kisses your inner thigh, seemingly teasing you. 

“Els please..” You whine. Ellie looks up at you, she looks like a puppy who just got in trouble for eating something it wasn’t supposed to. It only makes you needier. 

“Don’t tease me baby..” You mumble. Ellie nods, her fingers run down your folds, collecting the wetness on her fingers. Your head falls back, and just as you’re attempting to catch your breath. Her mouth is on your needy cunt. You moan loudly, her tongue lapping vigorously. 

“Mm.. you taste so good..” She mumbles, her voice muffled. Her hand is tightly wrapped around your thigh, pulling you closer as you shiver from her touch. 

“Ah.. ah-“ You slap your hand over your mouth, not wanting to be too loud. Ellie giggles, slipping a finger in with no warning. You roll your hips, chasing the friction of her touch. Her tongue continues to lap at your aching pussy as her finger slowly thrusts into you. Your whines suggest that you need more, she smirks. 

“You said I was clingy? Look at you baby..” She teases. Her thumb circles your clit, you look down at her. Mouth wet by your juices. Your hand reaches down, wiping her mouth gently. She adds another finger, your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth hangs open.

“F-Fuck.. Els..” Ellie smiles, kissing your stomach as her fingers gently rub your walls. She feels you tighten around her fingers.

“Mm.. fuck you’re so gorgeous..” you plop down on the bed, whining as you feel yourself get closer. 

“I’m gonna cum..” You moan. Ellie nods, sitting up to kiss your lips. Her fingers going faster. Your hips stutter, 

“Ellie..” Your mouth hangs open as you whimper loudly. Ellie’s lips are on your neck. She whispers softly,

“Come on baby.. cum for me..” her fingers push deeper into you and she gently circles your clit with her thumb.

“You’re doing so fucking good for me baby.. so good..” her praises make you shiver. Your eyes roll to the back of your head,

“Mmph.. fuck..” Ellie kisses your lips,

“Cum right here on my fingers baby..” she basically moans at the sight of you. You finally reach your climax, relaxing your body on the bed as Ellie climbs closer to you. She lifts her fingers to your mouth.

“Open baby..” She softly commands. You oblige and wrap your lips around her fingers, tasting yourself. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you bury your face into Ellie’s neck. 

“Your fans should know how much of a perv you are..” You joke. Ellie smiles, stroking your hair comfortingly.

“Mm.. should they? They didn’t know I had a gorgeous fairytale like girlfriend..” you smile and move away to look Ellie in the eyes.

“Ellie.. I love you..” You mutter under your breath. She tilts her head, leaning closer to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I love you more..” When Ellie pulls away you sit up. 

“I’m gonna shower..” Ellie whines and grabs your hand.

“Lemme come with you..” She says, using those puppy dog eyes on you again. You shake your head,

“Nope..” 

“Why??” Ellie giggles and pulls you into a hug.

“Cause we’re just gonna have sex again..” you smirk. 

“But babyy.. there’s a water drought.. we have to shower together.” you giggle and push her away by her forehead.

“M’Kay.. I love you baby.. see you in like 20 minutes..” you tell her. Ellie whines,

“That’s too longgg..” 

“Then go on stream or something!” Ellie scoffs and stands up, stretching her arms.

“Do you think they make me as happy as you do??” She yells, knowing you’re probably in the bathroom already.

“No! I just know they’re good at humbling you!” She hears your devilish giggle get drowned out by the shower. Ellie sighs and walks to the kitchen.

“That was mean.” she whispers to herself, with a soft smile on her face.

TAGLIST - @arthurmorgansmom @engrvers @astenth @mars4hellokitty @stup1d-inc (comment to be added)

[cursedyuri]

summary: ellie is helping you move out of your place and into hers. the process is stressful, so she helps you relax.

a/n: this is another fic inspired by an old req i took an eternity to write, so shoutout to whoever requested ellie and reader using tape during sex. mwah! divider by @strangergraphics <3

your apartment looks bare. naked. after countless hours spent packing your life into boxes, the once-cozy living room is nothing but four white walls and dozens of cardboard boxes, all the personality and vibrancy stripped from the place. 

ellie’s helping you pack, her hair pulled into a haphazard bun. there’s a slight sheen of sweat on her freckle-kissed forehead, which she swipes away with the back of her hand before she resumes taping up a box labeled misc tv stand stuff. 

when she’s done, she lets out a sigh, patting the now-sealed box. “y’know, i could really go for some pizza right now.” 

“god, yes,” you respond as you scribble living room onto another box. your stomach growls as if it heard you talking. “but I still have so much shit to pack.”

“which is why pizza delivery is a thing,” ellie says, sidling up to you. she loops an arm around your waist to pull you close, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you need a break, anyway.”

though you won’t admit it aloud, she’s right. you’ve been up since daybreak, scrambling around your apartment to get as much packing done as possible. and while you’ve made great progress, you’re completely drained. you lean into ellie’s touch, melting into her side.

“fine,” you say, not needing much convincing. “just make sure to order extra pineapple on the pizza.”

ellie makes a disgusted face, nose wrinkling. “you’re sick. actually, let’s unpack your stuff, i don’t think you’ll be moving in with me after all.”

“you ass.” you give her a shove, rolling your eyes despite the smile on your face. “shut up, you basically begged me to move in with you.”

“yeah, yeah,” ellie scoffs, though she notably doesn’t deny the accusation. she slips her phone out of her back pocket and pulls up the pizza delivery app. a few clicks later, the order has been placed, and you unravel from ellie’s arms to return to your packing duties. she huffs, following you to a stack of books in one corner of the living room. “i thought we agreed to take a break.” 

“we’ll take a break when the pizza’s here,” you respond, handing her a few paperbacks and gesturing towards an empty box at ellie’s side. she lowers the books into the box, then takes the rest of the pile from your hands to pack up. as you scan the room for something productive to do, ellie tapes up the newly filled box, her eyes flickering over your exhausted frame. excited as she is to live with you, ellie can see that the moving process is taking its toll. you really do need to take a break from packing… and, you know what? she’s got an idea to get you to relax. 

“c’mere,” ellie says suddenly, bringing you out of your internal inventory of the apartment. she crooks a finger at you, beckoning you closer, and when you oblige, she places two steadying hands on your hips. 

“what is it?” you ask, blinking at her.

“have you ever had sex on the floor?”

you let out a surprised laugh. “ellie, what?”

“genuine question,” ellie says. “have you?”

“well, uh… no. i haven’t.”

lips quirking into a smile, ellie asks, “wanna try it?”

and that’s how you end up sprawled out naked on the hardwood floor of your living room, a star wars blanket the only barrier between you and the cold flooring as ellie traces the folds of your cunt with her tongue. 

now that your living room is significantly empty of furniture, there’s a bit of an echo. that’s proven to be unhelpful in stifling the sounds ellie pulls out of you with her mouth between your legs, so every moan that leaves your lips is amplified to an absurd volume - you’re positive your neighbors can hear you getting wrecked. still, ellie’s tongue on your clit is so blindingly good, you can’t help but cry out every time she makes contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves. after a particularly drawn-out, almost pornographic moan, ellie breaks away from her place between your thighs. 

“fuck, you’re loud,” she rasps under her breath. “am i gonna need to use some of that?”

she nods towards the roll of duct tape on the floor beside you, last used to tape up the box of books ellie had packed earlier. 

it’s a joke. you know it’s a joke. 

but the thought of ellie taping your mouth shut to keep you quiet as she fucks you brainless… it stokes a fire in your lower belly, your already-drenched cunt somehow getting wetter.

“el, please,” you murmur, sounding just as needy as you feel. 

she fixates on you with those gorgeous hazel eyes, lust clouding her gaze as she appraises the sight of your naked body splayed out for her, your cunt already shiny with your arousal and her saliva. when she imagines you with that pretty mouth taped shut, letting her fuck you open with her fingers as you moan weakly behind the barrier of the tape, her clit throbs with need. she reaches for the tape, rips off a chunk, and turns toward you with a questioning look.

“you sure?” she asks. her free hand moves to brush a loose strand of hair out of your face. 

you nod your assent, and ellie smothers you with one last searing kiss before she smooths the tape against your mouth. she settles between your legs again, peppering kisses over the supple skin of your inner thighs, and you sink a hand into her hair, scratching gently at her scalp as her mouth moves closer and closer to where you need her most. she presses a chaste kiss to your swollen clit, and that alone has you moaning behind the tape. 

“so sensitive,” ellie murmurs. she kisses your clit again, then laves at the sensitive bud with her tongue to draw another moan from deep in your chest. you tighten your grip on ellie’s hair as she laps at your folds greedily, the filthy, wet sounds of her mouth on your sex making you dizzy. she has you like that for what feels like hours, hands on your hips to hold you in place, face buried between your legs. every swipe of her tongue over your clit leaves you shivering, hips jolting, and ellie moans into the wetness of your cunt every time she feels you clench against her mouth. you’re already hurtling quickly towards the edge, the pressure in your lower belly growing with every motion of ellie’s tongue. when she slips her middle finger into your heat, meeting no resistance, she hisses your name under her breath. 

“fuck,” she grunts. “you’re soaked, baby.”

all you can do is moan in response, the sound muffled by the tape. ellie coos, “shhh, i know. let me take care of you.”

she works a second finger into your entrance, cursing under her breath again as you clench around both of her digits. spurred on by the sensation, she scissors her fingers inside you, stretching you further, and you rock your hips as if to encourage her to move faster. she obliges, quickening the thrusts of her fingers as her mouth returns to your puffy clit. ellie lets a string of saliva dribbles from her mouth to your cunt, and she spreads the glob of spit with her tongue, circling your clit until your moans grow high-pitched and desperate, every sound you make spurring her on. she fucks you with her fingers at a relentless pace, the stretch tantalizing, and her mouth is pure sin as she sucks at your clit, desperate to make you come. 

and when you finally do, it’s with a broken, punched-out moan muffled with tape,  your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you reach your orgasm. your thighs cage ellie’s head between them, her mouth still latched onto your clit as you gush around her fingers, and she fucks you through every last wave of pleasure that washes over you, her brow furrowed in concentration.

when you go limp in her arms, ellie pulls back, fingers leaving the warmth of your cunt. she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes on you. 

“this didn’t seem to help much,” she says as she slowly peels the strip of tape from your mouth. “but honestly? that was hot.”

your cheeks burn. ellie grins at the embarrassed look on your face, then kisses you soft and sweet. “i mean it. we should do that again sometime.”

“i’m not opposed to it,” you admit, chewing at the corner of your lip. 

just as ellie moves in for another kiss, there’s a knock at the door. 

“shit, the pizza,” she says, rushing to stand up and scrambling to find her clothes - all she’s got on is a pair of boyshorts. too relaxed to move, you wrap yourself up in the star wars blanket, watching ellie hop to the door as she tries to put on her sweatpants one leg at a time. she fumbles for the cash in her pocket, opens the door, and exchanges pleasantries with the delivery person.

turns out she did not, indeed, order extra pineapple. 

you eat her out anyway.

[littlexdeaths]

⋆˙⟡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ—ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ

ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ:

⋆˙ ─ . ⟡ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ

⋆˙ ─ . ⟡ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ

⋆˙ ─ . ⟡ ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ:

⋆˙ ─ . ⟡ ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ:

⋆˙ ─ . ⟡ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ

ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ:

⋆˙ ─ . ⟡ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ

ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

⋆˙ ─ . ⟡ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛᴀ

⋆˙⟡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ—ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ, ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɪ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍꜱ.

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

[tacobellcheesygorditacrunch-dea]

Shout out to all the goofy bitches

[cursedyuri]

what about sucking vi's boobsjskdkdjkskshsdg ik she's such a soft dom/top n all but what about trying to return the favor giving attention to her boobs (i need to suck them like a pacifier)

here, have something kind of depraved for ur saturday morning. vi needs her tits worshipped, you heard it here first. 18+ mdni!!!

though she doesn’t want to admit it, vi’s tits are extremely sensitive. you discover it the first time you palm at her boobs in a heated make-out sesh, your tongue pushing against hers as you deftly seek out the soft, warm flesh of her chest to squeeze. your thumbs idly swipe over her nipples and vi fucking whines.

you pull back from the kiss, eyes opening to assess her expression - and oh, she’s wrecked. lips parted and kiss-bitten, shiny with saliva, eyes half-lidded, brows pinched together, cheeks rosy pink. her chest heaves when you repeat the motion, the pads of your thumbs dragging over her nipples again, and she has to bite down on the inside of her cheek to stifle a moan.

“oh, you like that, don’t you?” you tease, squeezing the supple flesh of her tits. your thumbs and index fingers come together to pinch each of her nipples, and this time, vi can’t help the pleased moan that rips from her throat. the pink tinge of her cheeks has deepened, almost the shade of her hair now, and it spreads down her neck and to her chest, a riot of color against her pale skin. you’ve hit the fucking jackpot.

you play with her tits until she’s bucking her hips and crying for more. but then, with a wicked smirk, you dip your head to her chest and purse your lips around one hardened nipple, flicking your tongue over the bud until she’s almost panting. you’re having way too much fun, so you don’t stop there - you suck at her sensitive nipples and moan around a mouthful of her perfect tits, nipping and licking at the flesh until you leave pretty watercolor paintings in your wake - purple and pink and deep, deep red.

when you finally slip your hand between vi’s legs and spread her folds with your fingertips, she’s wetter than she’s ever been from just foreplay.

and she comes faster than she ever has, too, thrusting against your palm as her cunt spasms around your fingers, your mouth latched to her nipple, sucking hard.

[meovvii]

meovvii’s diary.

stories :

:: ! caught red handed -> 1

blurbs/oneshots :

:: sasuke&preg!f!reader -> oneshot

in progress :

:: ✎.. ⤷ ゛! caught red handed 2 ˎˊ˗

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[cursedyuri]

what about sucking vi's boobsjskdkdjkskshsdg ik she's such a soft dom/top n all but what about trying to return the favor giving attention to her boobs (i need to suck them like a pacifier)

here, have something kind of depraved for ur saturday morning. vi needs her tits worshipped, you heard it here first. 18+ mdni!!!

though she doesn’t want to admit it, vi’s tits are extremely sensitive. you discover it the first time you palm at her boobs in a heated make-out sesh, your tongue pushing against hers as you deftly seek out the soft, warm flesh of her chest to squeeze. your thumbs idly swipe over her nipples and vi fucking whines.

you pull back from the kiss, eyes opening to assess her expression - and oh, she’s wrecked. lips parted and kiss-bitten, shiny with saliva, eyes half-lidded, brows pinched together, cheeks rosy pink. her chest heaves when you repeat the motion, the pads of your thumbs dragging over her nipples again, and she has to bite down on the inside of her cheek to stifle a moan.

“oh, you like that, don’t you?” you tease, squeezing the supple flesh of her tits. your thumbs and index fingers come together to pinch each of her nipples, and this time, vi can’t help the pleased moan that rips from her throat. the pink tinge of her cheeks has deepened, almost the shade of her hair now, and it spreads down her neck and to her chest, a riot of color against her pale skin. you’ve hit the fucking jackpot.

you play with her tits until she’s bucking her hips and crying for more. but then, with a wicked smirk, you dip your head to her chest and purse your lips around one hardened nipple, flicking your tongue over the bud until she’s almost panting. you’re having way too much fun, so you don’t stop there - you suck at her sensitive nipples and moan around a mouthful of her perfect tits, nipping and licking at the flesh until you leave pretty watercolor paintings in your wake - purple and pink and deep, deep red.

when you finally slip your hand between vi’s legs and spread her folds with your fingertips, she’s wetter than she’s ever been from just foreplay.

and she comes faster than she ever has, too, thrusting against your palm as her cunt spasms around your fingers, your mouth latched to her nipple, sucking hard.

[cursedyuri]

summary: you find ellie wounded and confused, so you fix her up. she has an interesting way of thanking you.

warnings: as always, this fic is 18+. minors shoo!! slightly graphic descriptions of an injury, fingering (r!receiving), a touch of angst

a/n: i’ve been thinking about santa barbara ellie lately and now it’s your problem. forgive me for how self-indulgent this is, and it’s a teeny bit ooc for ellie. idc idc i need her.

though the day had dawned cold, gray, and misty, the sun had finally broken through the clouds, its warm glow a welcome sensation against your skin. you’re not typically one to stop and smell the roses, but you pause, boots scraping the gravel as you inhale lungfuls of salty seaside air. you have a good feeling about today. if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get to take out a few rattlers.

you’re well into their territory, so it’s not a completely far-fetched idea. about an hour down the coast is your beachside boat, your home base, but you’d already razed through the local towns for supplies. so here you are - deep in rattler-infested neighborhoods, glancing over your shoulder every few moments to make sure you’re not being followed and watching your footing for well-laid traps.

after ransacking a few long-abandoned homes for supplies, you round a corner to find a pair of dangling bodies strewn from a tree.

your eyes narrow. one is a clicker, you notice, its skin marred with welts and fungi as it hangs limp from a rope. beside the motionless clicker dangles a girl - she’s covered in blood, red from her hip down to her hairline, her eyes closed. from where you stand, you can’t tell if she’s breathing.

idiot, you think. doesn’t she know this area’s littered with rattler traps?

scanning the area for any other signs of life, you cautiously approach the tree from which the girl hangs by her ankle, rope taut.

you’re half-hoping she’s already dead - it’s better than whatever the rattlers would have in store for her. but when you’re close enough to reach out and feel for a pulse, her weak heartbeat thumps against your index and middle finger.

“shit,” you hiss, cursing yourself for wanting to help. whoever this girl is, she’s either not from around here or just plain stupid. and maybe you’re just as stupid for cutting her down.

when her body hits the gravel, the girl gasps awake, groaning in pain as her hands fly to her hip. her fingers emerge red from the blood-soaked cotton of her tank top.

you watch with curiosity, knuckles going pale as you grip your pocket knife tight.

the brunette coughs dryly, her body weak. she pushes herself up onto all fours and finally turns her head to look at you, green eyes wide with confusion and surprise.

“could’ve gotten yourself killed,” you say, just loud enough for her to hear. “or worse. rattlers all over this part of town.”

“rattlers,” the girl croaks, eyes flitting to the knife in your hand. “the fuck’s a rattler?”

you arch a brow. “seriously?”

as the girl stumbles to her feet, she grunts again in pain and presses her palm against her hip. she ignores you, instead scanning the area for something. when she finds it, she limps over to an overgrown patch of grass and pulls a backpack from the ground.

“you’re hurt,” you say as the brunette shrugs on her backpack. her eyes search the gravel for something else - a pocket knife, you notice, the silver glinting in the afternoon light. she picks that up too, doesn’t flip it closed. her green eyes flicker over to you.

“i’m looking for someone,” she tells you, voice gravelly. “abby’s her name.”

“if she’s as careless as you, the rattlers already have her.”

“thought i made it clear i don’t know what the fuck a rattler is.”

you snort. “keep making stupid choices and you’ll find out.”

the girl sets her jaw, expression stone-cold. you glower back at her, too exhausted from the hours of walking you’ve done today to be afraid of her. she’s clearly out of her depth here, anyway.

“slavers,” you say, folding up your knife and stuffing it into your pocket. “they set those traps. they catch you, you’re fucked. so… you’re welcome.”

after a beat, you turn on your heel and start walking away. you’ve found enough supplies to keep you going for a while, and this block’s too hot. you’re ready to call it a day and head home.

when you’re still within earshot of the brunette, you pause, turning your head. “come with me and i’ll patch you up, get you some food, maybe help you find this… abby.”

you shoot a glance at the girl, whose eyebrows are knitted together. the blood on her face has gone dark, drying to a crust on her forehead.

“or stay here. choice is yours.”

when you start walking again, it’s not long before you hear a second set of footsteps approaching behind you. reaching into the side pocket of your backpack, you pull out a metal canister of water and offer it to the girl. she takes it wordlessly, gulping down mouthfuls of water as you trudge through the barren neighborhood.

“god dammit,” ellie cries, knuckles going white as she grips the edge of her seat, alcohol stinging the open wound on her side. you mutter a quiet sorry, wiping smears of blood from her skin until only her wound remains angry and red.

“good news is you don’t need stitches,” you tell her, reaching for your first-aid kit. you wrap her wound with bandages and hand her a clean shirt, her blood-soaked tank discarded on the floor. she pulls on the t-shirt with cautious movements, careful not to disturb her freshly-wrapped wound. you dip your hands into a bucket of water to wash the blood off.

the boat rocks calmly with the rhythm of the waves, the gentle whoosh of the ocean outside a soothing white noise. ellie’s quiet, still catching her breath. you kick off your boots, stretching your legs out. god only knows how many miles you’ve walked today.

“why are you helping me?”

ellie’s question breaks the silence, her voice still hoarse. when you spare a glance her way, you find her already looking at you, eyes narrowed just so.

you shrug. “honestly? i felt sorry for you.”

ellie laughs humorlessly. “great, well… thanks, i guess.”

“you’re really not from around here?”

she shakes her head, eyes downcast. she taps her foot against the rug on the floor.

“i came here to find someone.”

“abby,” you say, nodding. “who’s she?”

a family member? a girlfriend, maybe? you’re not sure, but the still-human part of you hopes it’s not the latter. ellie’s pretty - freckled cheeks and toned arms, careful lines of ink decorating her skin, her hair somehow falling perfectly into her eyes. god, it’s been a while since you’ve looked at someone like this. it almost feels wrong. almost.

“long story.” ellie runs a hand through her hair, glances back over at you. “i have some unfinished business with her.”

not a girlfriend or a family member, you conclude, if the hatred in ellie’s eyes is any indication. you nod, not wanting to pry further.

“i don’t know anyone who goes by abby,” you confess, “but i can help you find her. or at least… i can tell you how to not get caught by the rattlers again.”

“yeah,” ellie says. when she’s quiet for another few moments, you stand up and grab the bucket at your feet, the water within it pink with ellie’s blood. you walk out onto the boat deck and toss the water over the edge, watching it splash into the sea. the weather has turned moody again, gray clouds rolling in with the coastal wind.

you fix a meal of canned baked beans and half-stale crackers, trying not to stare too long as ellie scarfs down the food like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. and, well, maybe she hasn’t. she’s quite thin, you had noticed, despite the lean muscles that define her frame.

the sun has already dipped below the horizon by the time you’re finished with dinner. your bed, at the back of the boat, is already calling your name - your legs are sore and tired from a long day of walking. call it naivety, but you’re not too nervous about sleeping near ellie. despite that threatening gaze when she’d talked about abby, she seems relatively harmless. or maybe you’re just being reckless, wooed by her good looks and mysterious charm. it’s embarrassing how drawn to her you are - so much so that you offer her a spot on your bed for the night.

“i can’t do that,” she responds, one hand rubbing the back of her neck.

“it’s that or risk dying from exposure outside,” you deadpan. she almost smiles, exhaling quickly in something akin to a laugh.

“you pulled my leg.”

so you end up in bed together, stripped down to your underwear in the long-unwashed sheets. you hadn’t asked ellie to undress, but she’d peeled her bloodstained jeans off anyway, settling into the mattress beside you. over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore outside, you hear her breathing quietly. you stare up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep.

“thank you,” ellie says suddenly. you turn to look at her in the dark, her face finally clean of blood and sweat. she doesn’t look at you, eyes trained on the ceiling.

“it’s nothing.” you shrug a shoulder.

except that it’s not nothing - you haven’t had company in months. you’ve been on your own for so long you’d almost forgotten what it’s like to share a space with someone else, to eat together and share a mattress with someone, completely at their mercy should they have bad intentions. it’s a kind of trust you’re not accustomed to doling out to strangers.

but something about doing this for ellie feels right.

or maybe you’re just an idiot. who’s to say?

as the boat cabin darkens with night, you turn over onto your side, facing ellie. she finally shifts her gaze to you, pupils wide in the dark.

“you’re not gonna kill me in my sleep, are you?”

the question seems to take ellie by surprise, because her eyebrows shoot up her forehead.

“after you saved my skin?” she scoffs. “god, no.”

“good,” you murmur, chewing on the inside of your cheek. before you can reconsider, you blurt, “but i guess a pretty girl killing me is a fine way to go.”

ellie’s silent just long enough for you to mentally scold yourself for the tasteless comment. you nearly chew a hole into your cheek until ellie’s voice cuts through the quiet. “you like girls?”

there’s a sudden lump in your throat. you nod, hesitant. “yeah. i do.”

the brunette turns onto her side, wincing just slightly at the pressure the movement places on her wound. you open your mouth to tell her to be careful when she reaches out to cup your cheek, her fingertips rough against your skin.

“this is stupid,” she murmurs, her thumb stroking over your cheekbone. “tell me to stop.”

your heart thumps wildly in your chest, pounding against your ribcage. your skin burns where ellie’s touching you.

“i won’t,” you whisper, and that’s all you can say before she’s kissing you.

it’s been ages since anyone’s touched you, let alone kissed you - that must be why your stomach turns with arousal almost instantly, a fire stoking between your legs. ellie tastes like salt, her tongue prodding against your lips until you open your mouth to allow her in. her hand moves to the back of your neck to hold you in place as she kisses you, lips wet and smooth against yours. you sigh into the kiss, somehow unafraid to melt under her touch.

you’re dizzy with want as ellie trails kisses down your neck, her fingers sliding under the elastic band of your sports bra. when you pull back to remove it, exposing your chest for her to see in the dark, she lets out a heavy sigh before her palms reach out to cup each of your tits and squeeze. the calloused pads of her thumbs brush over your taut nipples and you gasp, tangling a hand in ellie’s hair to steady yourself.

you’re not sure how exactly you end up naked in her lap, her fingers sinking into your soaked cunt as she sucks a bruise into the sensitive skin of your throat. you moan, cunt tensing around her fingers, and ellie pulls back to watch you with half-lidded eyes as her hand works between your legs.

“fuck, that’s so good,” you croon, grinding down against ellie’s hand. she curls her fingers inside you, prodding at your g-spot until you’re whining her name, already feeling your orgasm approaching far too fast.

ellie groans at the wet sounds of her fingers buried in your pussy, your arousal leaking down her hand. every thrust of her fingers produces a lewd squelch, and if you weren’t so fucked out, you might’ve found it in yourself to be embarrassed. instead, you drop your head to ellie’s shoulder and mewl, hips rocking weakly as she finger-fucks you so deep you see stars.

“i’m c-close,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut. ellie wraps her free arm around your waist to hold you steady, fingers never slowing as they plow into you from below.

“i got you,” ellie murmurs in response, her palm pressing against your clit. you let out a wrecked moan and ellie smiles at you in the dark, a slight curve of her lips that makes your stomach flutter.

you come with a gasp, the air stolen from your lungs by the sensation of ellie’s fingers rubbing deliciously against your g-spot, her palm warm and firm against your puffy clit. seeking comfort, you lean your forehead against ellie’s, body shaking with every tremor of pleasure she manages to pull out of you. you’re not sure if it’s just the dark boat cabin or the force of your orgasm that has your vision going black, but when you finally emerge from the thick haze of your orgasm, ellie’s fingers have left your cunt empty, her hand rubbing soothing circles over your lower back.

“good?” she prompts, nose nudging against yours. your heart stutters at the way she asks - like she’s looking for reassurance. you nod.

“really good.”

the two of you tumble around in bed for half the night, careful not to reopen the patched-up wound on ellie’s side. you mouth at her pussy and dip your fingers into the slick heat of her arousal, let her climb on top of you and slot yourselves together so your soaked cunts can find friction against one another. after you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve orgasmed, you fall into a dreamless slumber, curled up against ellie’s side in the tiny cabin bed.

when you wake up to find the bed empty and cold beside you, part of you isn’t surprised. you stretch out on the mattress, flashes of the night before playing out in your mind - the heat of ellie’s breath, the warmth of her touch, the welcome sight of her smile.

you never end up seeing her again.

and maybe it’s for the best.

[littlexdeaths]

oh this was DELICIOUS 🤤

[beaniesayshi]

you wake up in the middle of the night to find Sukuna still gaming, fluff

You wake around two to a cold patch of mattress where Sukuna should be, and to the soft, blue-toned glow spilling from under the gaming room door. The silence in the apartment at night is heavy, broken only by the faint click of a mechanical keyboard and the low, muffled chatter of your husband and the boys through his headset.

Wrapping your duvet around your shoulders like a cocoon, you shuffle down the hallway, your eyes half-mast and your hair a bird's nest of sleep. You push the door open just a crack.

Sukuna leans forward, his massive frame silhouetted against his setup. He’s mid-match, fully focused, but the second the hinges creak, his head snaps toward the door.

As he takes in the sight of you, swaddled in fabric and swaying slightly from lingering sleep, the intensity he had for the game vanishes instantly. His lips pull into a small, helpless smile as his expression softens into unguarded love. He looks utterly defeated by the sight of his sleepy wife, and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

"Hey, angel,” he whispers. Without waiting for you to speak, he pushes his chair back from the desk and reaches out with one arm, beckoning you over. "Come here."

Hauling you into his lap easily, he settles you sideways across his thighs before carefully tucking the edges of the duvet around your feet. You don't even have to find your spot; you lean into him naturally, your head resting against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat is steady and strong under your ear, acting as the perfect lullaby.

He slides his headset back on, but his movements change. He’s playing at a disadvantage now, having to reach around you to hit the keys, but he doesn’t seem to care. Every now and then, his large hand mindlessly rubs your arm through the blanket in a soothing motion that pulls you back toward sleep.

Through the faint leak from his headphones, Satoru’s shouts crackle, but the volume is suddenly cut in half by Sukuna so the boys’ voices don’t startle you. He stops talking back to them altogether, communicating only in short, quiet grunts or silent pings on the map.

He finishes the match without moving even an inch, letting you breathe against him, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.

The lobby music hums at a low, nearly imperceptible level as Sukuna waits for the next match to load. Satoru is midway through a loud story about a botched order at the bakery, Suguru openly mocks the white-haired man, and Choso offers dry commentary in the background. Sukuna barely hears them, tuning them out almost entirely, keeping his attention fixed on the weight of you in his lap. 

Looking down, he notices your breathing has finally slowed into true sleep. A heavy, quiet warmth settles in his chest, leaving him completely undone by the simple reality that you’re his.

Sukuna reaches out with his free hand, and his thick fingers brush a stray strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. He tucks it behind your ear, his thumb lingering for a second to graze the shell of it, amused by how you don’t even stir under his touch. In moments like these, he knows exactly how lucky he is.

His hand slides further down, slipping beneath the edge of the blanket to find the small of your back. Blunt nails trace the slow patterns you love as he gently scratches. He feels you melt further against him in your sleep, your body relaxing into his warmth as if you’re subconsciously acknowledging his care. 

Even as the game finally finds a match and the loading screen flashes, he doesn’t pull his hand away. He keeps that steady, soothing motion going, his gaze lingering on your peaceful face for a moment longer before he finally turns his attention back to the monitors.

After another game like that, the clicking stops, but you’re sleeping too deeply to notice the difference. Sukuna doesn’t wake you, gently hooking one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, then standing up from the gaming chair effortlessly.

When he reaches the bed, he lowers his massive frame onto the sheets, keeping you tucked firmly against his chest. He pulls the heavy comforter over both of you, wraps his arm around your waist, and presses a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your hair.

"Softie," you mumble into his chest, barely conscious.

There’s no point in denying it, so he lets out a long exhale, rolling his eyes, his hand splayed flat against your back to keep you close. He hooks one of his thick legs over yours, tangling your bodies together, and the heat coming off him makes the rest of the cold room disappear.

"Go to sleep, brat," he mutters back, his voice thick with tenderness. 

He gives your waist one last, gentle squeeze before he finally closes his eyes and lets his own exhaustion take over, his grip never loosening even as he falls into a deep sleep.

 

a/n: domestic sukuna masterlist

@i-luv-mangos i know this isn't what you actually asked for, but since i already had this started, i thought maybe it would work lmao

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Forest Ranger !! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐

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He’s diving head first into that jungle whether you want him to or not.

AKA: Telling the creeps you can’t do anything tonight because you didn’t shave ✮⋆˙

Ft. T. Wright, B. Thomas, T. Rogers, J. Nyras, J. Woods, L. Woods, A Bad Habit, One Jack In The Box, & The Operator !!✶⋆.˚

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They WILL be beating deforestation.

[pinkpolkadott1]

Me and my eyeliner against the world