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academic rival.ᐟcait hcs coming soon !!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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i'll die anyway ᯓ★ bff.ᐟellie x reader

summary: lesbian yearning..

tags: suggestive , alcohol consumption , men dni .

wc: 618

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"never have i ever—" ellie looks at you, straight faced, fully serious. "oh fuck off, are you twelve?" you shoot back, trying to stifle a giggle. you pass her the shitty bottle of rum the two of you had swiped from joel while downstairs moments before. ellies space patterned bedsheets crinkle beneath her lap as she takes a swig of the liquor. her face scrunches at the harsh taste, and you notice yourself watching in silent endearment, something that is not an uncommon occurrence for you.

"fine—" you look at her intently, barely long enough for it to mean anything. barely long enough for her to notice. at least, thats what you tell yourself. what you've been telling yourself. "never have i ever.." you make an over exaggerated show of pondering as you pretend to think. "never have i ever been caught by my father looking at—you know what, im actually not going to recount it..however i am confident you can fill in the blanks—" ellie rolls her eyes, as you continue whatever monologue you've prepared for her. "while being at a family dinner." you make sure to emphasise each word as you attempt to hold back a laugh that threatens to spill out from your chest.

"yeah, no, its not funny if you're the only one laughing," ellie grumbles, trying to make an effort to look entirely unamused. "also—" she starts, apparently not done, "you can't say things you know i've already done." you catch her gaze, "well—shall i try again?" you tease. "uh, no, dickhead its my go" she says in turn. "okay, so stop whining and get on with it then." you say, stealing the bottle from her grasp.

you drink from the bottle, grimacing as the taste refuses to improve. "never have i ever been a pretentious asshole." ellie says, looking almost proud with her question. you smile at her, amused, and ask, "define pretentious." ellie glares at you, although there is no real malice in the action. "unfortunately, that doesn't answer my question" she retorts, as she leans impossibly closer, you could almost taste the liquor on her breath—a contradiction, given that the two of you were already practically sitting on top of each other.

the bottle, now getting awfully close to being three-quarters empty, rested at the curve of your smile as you bring it closer to your lips for another sip. you lean back, offering a sliver of distance between you both. the motion causes your shirt to ride up, allowing for a glimpse of your laced underwear to peak above the waistband of your jeans. too subtle to be an invitation, yet too deliberate for it to feel unintentional. feigning innocence, you pretend not to notice the way ellies gaze trails down from your face to your torso. her hand wraps around yours, gently loosening the bottle from your grip before bringing it to her lips for a swig of the liquor.

"ellie—" you look at her as you begin to steady yourself, the hum of alcohol becoming more prominent. you move closer, continuing whatever you had begun to say. "you're staring." you announce, like she wasn't already aware. theres a beat of charged silence before she responds—"am i?" she says, attempting to convey ignorance, but the implications are still laid out in front of you both.

you sigh, "you're impossible", and with that ellie looks at you—the atmosphere swims with something inescapable; adoration? love? desire? devotion? whatever it is, ellie smiles regardless, a look that could almost be catagorised as hesitancy before she speaks. "i think you like it" she says. "and i think you're drunk." you say in return. takes one to no one.

might do a part 2!!

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joel’s therapist pissed me all the way the fuck off.

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sleepless silk ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ vi x reader

summary: soft sleepy sex with vi

tags: nsfw , 18+ , men dni .

wc: 813

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"mfph—shit baby" you all but sighed into the kiss, vi kissed you back lazily, the almost groans slipping from her lips every now and again. you felt your girlfriends hands sneak to the small of your back, drawing you in closer; hips flushed against one another.

you had both simultaneously agreed to go to sleep a little bit ago. nevertheless vi had slipped a hand under your sleep shirt while the two of you nuzzled into each other, a calloused fingertip gliding closer and closer to the curve of your breast, the night air kissing your pebbled nipples.

that's how you ended up here—unhurriedly kissing, tangled up together in one another's arms, sleep slowly pulling you both under.

"fuck me—mmh! shit" you whined as vi pulled your hips impossibly closer to her own, grinding down against you both. she swore she could feel your pussy throb through your night shorts. "so good for me. my sweet girl." vi licked into your mouth, kisses becoming more hazy with each passing moment, refusing to surrender to the feeling of sleep. "mmph!" you moan, syncing the movements of your hips along with vi, as she gyrates her hips into you're clit just right. you try to stifle another moan, embarrassed by how quickly you've worked yourself up—attempt failed, vi graciously swallowing the breath of sound you let out into her mouth.

vi pulls at your waist, urging you down, rocking you against her. she flexes the muscles at her thighs hitting your clit perfectly. "fuck—fuck!" you whimper. "do you need me to make you come baby?" she asks you sincerely, no hint of tease or taste of malice in her question. "m so tired, i don't wanna move", you answer. "won't have to sweet girl. just let me do the work, k?" she responds, you nod, lips so adorably swollen from the way you feverishly kissed moments prior.

vi traces a hand down your sleep shorts, brushing her fingertips over your dampened panties. you shudder at the contact, involuntarily bucking your hips into her palm. "easy baby, i've got you" she whispers into your collar bone, lips grazing over your throat. she flattens her thumb, pressing into the wetness evident on your underwear, rubbing soft circles over your clit, hidden beneath the fabric. "vi, i need more—please" you whine into her mouth, still kissing with greedy intent. with that vi slips a hand down your panties, running a fingertip up and down your slit, catching any slick that she comes by.

you moan, her fingers slipping lower and lower, until it reaches your pulsing entrance. "this still okay baby?" she questions. like your answer would've been no—still grateful for the gesture, you nod at her—eager. "i need words baby" she says, "mhm! yeah." is all you can manage to get out.

permission granted, she slips a finger into you, completely drenched and under the influence of such little touch to. you're almost embarrassed, though vi finds it endearing how easy it is to get you worked up.

with one comes two, stretching you out. "mmph!" you whimper into her mouth, still kissing your girlfriend. "that feel good sweet girl?" fuck. you only manage to let out slight whimpers—laced with sleep in response. she curls two fingers, still inside of you and your hips involuntarily buck into her palm in an attempt to urge her further inside of you. her palm grazing the peak of your clit with every thrust of her fingers, building delicious friction.

"v-vi" is all you can mutter out, her fingers relentlessly hitting that spot that makes you seethe with pleasure. "that's it princess, just let it happen." vi says, lulling you through the overwhelming sense of ecstasy. you feel your orgasm begin to bubble deep in your core, threatening to spill over—"c-close" you utter into her neck.

hips thrashing into her palm, pulling her in impossibly deeper as she continues to work you through it. vi presses her fingers right into you, curling perfectly against your g-spot, and that being all it took for your orgasm to bubble over.

you grab onto her wrist, keeping her inside to ensure that she won't pull away as you come. "that's it baby, just feel into it" she reassures as you ride out the last of your peak. vi gently slides her fingers out, wrapping her lips around them—sucking her fingers clean and you almost ask if she wants to go again.

the both of you satisfied as you settle back into her arms, submitting to the sleep that continues pull you both under. "mmph— love you baby" you hear vi murmur into your hair as she gets comfortable. you kiss behind her ear, to tired to utter out any actual words. a small gesture but it tells her everything she needs to know.

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everytime i see the bimbo x loser or perv au i start cheering