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horror-sapphic · 4 months ago

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HER ★ GIRL | Victoria Neuman x Fem Reader

Summary: You're having an affair with Vice President Victoria Neuman, and you're her star girl.

Cw: Secret affair, Smut/NSFW(18+), “light” dom/sub dynamic, spanking mentioned, slight hair-pulling kink (Vic), hinted pain kink(Vic), escorting mentioned (r), desk sex, Strap-on(R receiving), cum licking, cum handkerchief used as a gag, this is straight up filth tbh, angst, secret mutual pining, not much dialogue

A/N: Inspired by a post I saw by @princesssmars, I couldn't stop thinking about it. This was supposed to be like 200 words but i literally couldn’t stop writing omg I need her.

Barley proofread (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I wrote and "checked" this in one sitting)

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wc: 1.9k +

You quickly became Neuman’s star girl.

You undoubtedly stood out from all the other girls Victoria would hire for nights of lustful fun, she fell in love with the sight of you working between her legs while tucked under her desk while she worked.

She’s still locked in on the memory of you two a few nights ago, she remembers the contrast of her quiet office being disturbed by her loud broken moans coming from her widened lips as your pillowy mouth has been tightly latched on her leaky cunt for the past hour, your jaw hurt but you didn’t care since you love her taste as much she loves yours.

Your forehead is lightly coated in sweat from the lost time you’ve spent on your knees, while your ass is stuck out and lightly colored pink from the spanking she enjoyed dishing out to you earlier.

She’d have you snuck in after hours by her most trusted guards, She can now easily recognize your speedy footsteps “discreetly” rushing down the echoey hallway by the clinking that comes the designer shoes she’d send you as a ‘thanks’ for your hard work. She’s already wet, daydreaming about what the night has to offer, she can see it now. You both slick with sweat taking turns making each other cum again and again.

She’s so hungry for you, that she doesn’t even have the patience to start your routine of normal small talk. Or even start by telling you how sexy you look in the skimpy lace dress you picked out for her to take off, she simply slams the door shut and pushes you against it immediately finding the waistband of your underwear, dipping her desperate finger to toy with your throbbing cunt.

“You miss me?” she teases under her breath, earning a sloppy nod from you. She drops to her knees pulling your thin panties down your long soft legs and throws them aside while you bunch up your dress to look down at her, she grabs your leg slinging it over her shoulder.

“Not used to seeing me on my knees huh? you get special treatment tonight hun” Her voice is laced with arousal. She wastes no time before diving into your hungry cunt and latching her mouth on your raised clit — sucking and licking the bud, she ignores your whines and continues to press her face into you more, becoming pussy drunk from your aroma.

She pulls back to look up at your messy state and meets your drowsy eyes with her starved ones, her pink lips covered with your slick. She motions you to bend down to suck on the two fingers she has held up so she can use them to move your wetness around before thrusting them inside your tightness to be greeted by your warmth.

She continues to ignore your wails and starts fucking you faster, drinking in the feel of you tightening around her digits, the lewd sounds of your sopping cunt being stuffed relentlessly by her snug fingers makes her cunt drip. Your slick begins to trickle down her working hands as she greedily licks the trail up, ending up back at your raised clit that’s poked up from between your glistening folds.

Her warm lips wrap around your clit once more earning a pitchy whimper from you, her mean taunting eyes cutting back at you as her movements intensify.

Pummeling her pumping fingers inside of you, repetitively hitting the soft spongy spot lodged in your squirming cunt.

Her sucking intensifies, the speed of her fingers drive you crazy as you begin to sluggishly thrash against the thick white door your body is pushed against, your hand begins to wonder from its current spot on your hard nipples and finds its way into her thick hair — lightly pulling on it as your pointy heel slightly digs into her back, gaining a deep growl from her.

It all became too much. The pounding from her fingers, her mouth latched on your clit sucking hard, and the sound of your drenched cunt filling the room drove you over the edge. Your cunt begins to spasm around her — you feel her smirking against you, your cries become louder and she takes no initiative to quiet you down.

Your vision goes blurry and your knees slightly dip as you climax, her movements slow down but don’t completely stop —letting you ride your orgasm out, your body still slightly jerking as you’re still coming back down to normal. Your grip on her hair softens as she pulls her fingers out, tasting her girl on them before standing up with a proud grin on her face.

She pulls a handkerchief out of her all-black suit to wipe your residue off her face. She grabs your jaw and forces it to open with her thumb, stuffing the cloth in your mouth.

“Bend over the desk” she firmly spits out, your legs still weak from the rough play she previously displayed on your cunt with no mercy. You wobble over to her desk trying to ignore the feeling of your cum smudged between your legs, you can feel her staring while you do as you're told — bending over her dark wooden desk.

Your tongue gently toys with the cloth lodged in your mouth in anticipation, you hear the sound of her dress pants being unzipped and kicked off amongst ripping and clicks. Your hands begin to instinctively pull your dress up to have it pool by your waist, then find themselves behind your back waiting for her next move. You feel her come up behind you, slowly rubbing your ass with her soft hands before pulling it further apart — prodding her index finger at your soaked hole once more.

“Gooood” she praises, and without teasing she pushes in making you widen your legs even more, your whines become muffled by the makeshift gag which only intensifies in pitch as she slips her index finger out and adds her second finger, scissoring them to stretch you out.

Your legs grow weaker from pleasure, feeling that familiar build in the pit of your stomach. She gently pulls her fingers from you as you feel the tip of a condom that’s placed on her fake cock at your entrance, you begin to wonder how many nameless working girls she fucked with it.

The jealous thought is shoved from your fucked out brain as she doesn’t even give you any time to get used to the size of her cock before fully thrusting it into your soaked cunt, “Fuck” she whimpers behind you.

The feeling of her cock easily slipping in and out of you as she begins to slam harder into you, your ass meeting the base of her strap just riles her up even more.

The gentle knocking of her clit against the strap makes her more wet than she has been all night, she looks down at your hands behind your back as you lay over her desk getting fucked out by her.

She takes in the sight of your face contorting in pleasure while the cloth gag shyly peaks out from your mouth, taking one of her hands to grab yours that's placed on your back and her other by your face to add more force behind her thrusts.

You love being fucked senseless like this by her, your eyes can’t help but roll over as the squelching from your cunt is the loudest thing in the room.

Only she can fuck you like this.

You feel yourself leaking onto her desk below you and you can’t help but smirk at the messiness from tonight's activities, she bends her mouth down to your ears while her thrusting doesn’t slow down not one bit. God you love this.

She whispers in your ear about how good you are at taking her cock, she praises and mocks you before asking if you want to cum. You desperately nod and whine as she somehow starts to pound into you harder and faster than she’s done all night, you hear her breathing pick up as her little whimpers grow louder at your ear. This speeds your orgasm up as you can tell hers isn't far behind.

The tight coil in your stomach starts to build up with a burn as you can feel yourself close to another promised orgasm, you let out one last cry of pleasure before cumming hard around her.

Your tight cunt clamping and gushing around her cock as she’s cumming with you, you feel her hips stutter as her climax fills her senses. She thrusts a few more times before completely pulling out of you. You weakly moan out at the empty feeling.

You lay there for a second before feeling her mouth behind you fixed on your cunt again, cleaning you up. She pulls away and stands back up “You did good” she lipped, her voice still breathy from cumming.

She turns you around to take in your disordered state of watery eyes, and slight drool swimming in the corner of your mouth. ‘Pretty’ she thinks to herself. She gently pulls you from the desk and takes the makeshift gag out of your mouth, tossing it aside to kiss you.

This takes you back as this isn’t something she does very often, you both tiredly moan into each other's mouth before she pulls back to look over your shoulder at her desk. You turn to see what she’s looking at and see a small patch of your arousal on it.

“Lick. it. up.” she teasingly said, you voluntarily walked back over to the spot you previously lied on – doing what she instructed. Licking up your liquids, which came with a hint of embarrassment, ‘there’s so much’ you think to yourself, you can feel her brown-eyes gaze burning a hole through you.

After the spot is licked clean you find yourself back on your feet waiting for any more instructions she has to give, she puts her pants back on and puts away her toy and you can’t help but watch her walk to her black chair behind her “tidy” desk she just fucked you on, as she-man spreads before patting her now dressed thigh.

You confidently stride to sit on her leg as she pulls out her checkbook and metal black and gold pen and begins to write your payment for tonight's events, part of you wants to tell her that it isn't necessary and that these past nights that you spend with her no longer feel like work and you love how she makes you feel.

But the other part of you knows that she’s not one for having girls stick around, she likes to have them in and out. You’re the only one she’s ever had repetitively. The second she gets an inkling that they have feelings, they end up never seeing her again.

As someone in her political position, these paid nightly pursuits would destroy her career, so you quietly sink into yourself while watching her write out commas and numbers – forcing any pining after her to quiet down inside you.

She rips the check out with a tight-lip smile, you look at the long roll of numbers and stand up – walking over to put it in the pocket of the long black coat you came in with. You hear her punch in numbers on her black phone on her desk calling for her guards to come and pick you up.

She hangs up with a click before walking over to take you to the door she had previously fucked you against. She helps you put your coat on before giving you away to her guards, the familiar sound of your heels clinking against the white marble floors of the hallway fills her ears once more, as she dreadfully watches you walk away from her.

Again.

A/n: Very nervous to post this but thank you for reading. Pls reblog if you enjoyed it!

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slutt4ellie · 5 months ago

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Summer Blossom

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PART 2 //

Falling in love is hard. Worse when you know it can’t happen.

Summary -> It’s the summer of ‘73, the absolute last thing you wanted to do is spend summer with your dad all the way in his farm house, which just so happened to be located in the country, far from all your friends. That was until you met her..

Warnings -> Homophobia / Reader denies feelings / Tiny bits of angst (for now) / Avoidant / Reader is 18, Ellie is 19 / Guy hits on reader / Slight bits Jealous!Ellie / Blood! / Description of injuries / Getting outed / (Eventual smut!)

WC: 6.9k

(Not proofread!)

Summer in your dad's farmhouse.

That was easily the last place you wanted to be.

It’s the summer of ‘73, and your mom had the bright idea of getting some quality time in with your dad.

The reason why is because soon enough you’ll be packing up far away from your hometown and going to collage.

Your parents split up young, 10 to be exact, there were no hard feelings that came along with it, it just happened.

Almost naturally, they simply just grew apart, as some people do.

You decided to stay with your mom, with all your friends being in that area. Another split you weren’t really willing to lose.

Your dad was always close, 30-45 minutes out to the straight country.

Nothing but grass and farmland, meaning you didn’t visit a lot.

On special times like your birthday and holidays, your dad or mom would travel to see each other.

They named it important to you, but you’ve always convinced yourself it didn’t bother you.

So when your mom suggested you should go up to your dad's for the summer (and wasn’t taking a no) you ended up here.

You didn’t like it to say the least.

It was hot, none of your friends were here, and the last time you’ll ever be freshly graduated at 18 years old you were spending it alone.

It didn’t help you were also an only child.

You had no one but your dad.

So now your in your current predicament.

You were lying down on your bed.

Knees pointed up towards the ceiling as you’re slowly drowning in the heat. Which feels like it’s covering each square inch of your room.

You were reading a book yet weren’t paying attention, the creeks of the floorboards and the birds chirping outside your window had your focus dwell in many different ways.

A shitty thing that was always on your mind was the fact that you didn’t know if there were people your age, your dad only has one car and it’s strictly named for business purposes.

It wasn’t until the floorboard creeks were slowly coming up the stairs and the sound of a car pulling in which finally made you drop the book putting it closely beside you.

There were a few short knocks and your dad's voice came through.

“Hey, kid?” Your dad mumbles outside your bedroom.

It was always awkward with him.

Not because he was a shit dad or anything. On the contrary, he was nice, he always tried his best and was there for you. You guys just didn’t relate much.

He liked hands-on activities, like working on cars, taking care of the many farm animals, and stuff that involved getting dirty.

You enjoyed, staying inside, not getting dirty, sitting in an area with air conditioning, which is the main thing your dad's place fucking lacked.

“Yup?” You sit up rubbing your hand across your sweaty forehead. “Come in” You awkwardly continue.

Your door opens and your met with your dad. The first thing he says is “You okay?” He asks noticing your tired expression and sweaty face.

“Yeah.” You sigh slightly exasperated. “Just..” You pause. “Hot.”

You’re almost confident you’ve never been in a more awkward situation and the fact he’s your own blood, your father for crying out loud? It made it worse.

He follows by just nodding mumbling a quick agreement.

He doesn’t talk for what feels like forever. But once his mouth finally opens you know he’ll continue.

“My buddy is comin’ over?-“ He paused then smiled “He’s here actually!” The smile continues, he’s just hoping you’ll finally get out of your bedroom, at least for a little.

He hated seeing you bored by his mere presence.

“Daughter around your age is downstairs.” He perks.

It caught your attention too. Because maybe having someone who might relate to you will ease the straight boredom which is being caused from this house.

“Oh yeah?” You ask slowly, swinging your legs over your bed before standing up.

“Yup!” He smiles and continues.

“Been tellin’ them about how you’re coming down for the summer- she seems to be bored out of her mind too.” He chuckles.

You then sigh, because you kinda feel bad for making it so obvious you were bored. Made you feel like a mean daughter.

You know not being able to deal with the simple presence of him.

“Dad-“ You try, obviously trying to apologize.

He waved his hand dismissively. “No-! Trust me I get bored round these parts too.” He smiles not trying to cause you guilt. “So hot movin’ around seems like a liability.” He dryly chuckles.

You chuckle too. “You’re telling me..!”

Once you finish your sentence it’s ended with a nod.

He tilts his head in the bedroom’s door direction suggesting through mannerisms you two should go downstairs.

To which you follow.

You hear talking. The girl downstairs seems to be hesitant, you can’t really hear what she’s saying, having reminiscences of a mumble. Even so, sounds like a short “I really don’t have to meet her-“.

But she was quickly cut off when she saw you.

You guys both lock eyes as you're walking down the stairs.

Just another awkward moment you didn’t need!

She has green eyes, they seem vibrant while contrasted with the sun that gleams through the window.

Her hair represents a faded red falling more along the lines of brunette, it’s in a shaggy mullet, a bold choice compared to what other people have.

Something you instantly noticed.

Despite the blazing hot sun, which is creating what feels like deathly temperatures, she’s accompanied by a skinny pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

And in this moment you’ve came to the realization you’ve probably never seen a girl dressed like that before.

It looks like an outfit a male would wear, which throws you for a loop.

Even though she was mumbling about how she “really didn’t need to meet you” her posture turns straight and a smile presents.

The man who you can only assume is her father talks.

“Your old man tells me a lot about you- shame we haven’t properly met yet.” He smiles holding out his hand to shake.

You awkwardly smile stepping forward to hold out your hand to simply shake back. “I’m Joel- this is my daughter, Ellie.”

His grip peels from yours and he grabs Ellie’s shoulder lightly, making her take a step forward in front of him, she’s now facing directly towards you.

He feels like it’s to give her a light push to properly introduce herself. Knowing that Ellie wouldn’t take that step on her own.

“Nice to meet you.” Ellie smiles nodding her head awkwardly.

“Yeah, you too.” You smile back at her.

It’s awkward, everyone in that room senses it.

So Joel speaks.

“Ellie’s got a truck!” Joel perks up, an almost suggestive tone leaking.

“Was thinkin’ the two of you could head down to town...Your dad was talking about a barbecue” He smiles the last sentence directed towards you.

Ellie’s head turns and she shoots him literal death glares.

Because why in his right mind would he suggest the two of you should go into town. A 10-minute drive after not even knowing each other for 5 minutes.

What would you even talk about?!

Your dad instantly hops on the idea. Thinking it’s about time for you to step out and find a friend down here.

“Great idea!” He smiles.

You and Ellie both look at each other, neither of you trying to hide the tired sighs which leaked through your lips..

You both don’t want to really go.

“Okay..” Ellie nods before turning to the front door.

“We’ll be back in like 30?” Ellie says.

All you do is follow behind her, she opens the door for you first, before you both are hit with the sun.

Ellie unlocks her truck hoping in the driver's seat.

She stretches over the centre console opening the door before you reach it.

All you feel like you can do is mumble a quick thank you.

And that was the start of the painful car ride.

It took 4 minutes at least of straight silence for one of you to talk.

Even though Ellie didn’t want to. She spoke first.

“So- you like it here so far.” She asks clearing her throat.

“None of my friends are here- so like it’s a bit..boring…” Once you finish your sentence, it’s followed by Ellie nodding to show understanding.

“Yeah- it’s not bad though. Like once you get used to it.” Ellie smiles tilting her head towards you before turning back.

“You live here?” You ask. You’re somewhat interested..hardly...

“Yeah- my dad always wanted land..! When I was like 2 we moved, I really don’t remember much before this.” Ellie says looking at the road.

You just slowly nod.

“What do you do…? Like all the time.” You ask.

Ellie’s face does form into a frown. Ellie’s not popular, she’s never been popular. There was a point where she had a good amount of friends.

And that came down in a big crash.

Yet still never popular, not through middle school nor high school, nothing.

Even though she knows why, she doesn’t plan on telling you.

“Friends are a big thing!” She lies with a chuckle, hoping it comes across as sounding truthful.

You buy it, you didn’t even assume it was lying. And plus, say you knew she was lying, you didn’t really care.

You simply didn’t know Ellie.

“We close?” You ask Ellie, your tone is dry, and she can easily read you don’t care about what she has to say.

Ellie nods “Few minutes.”

And that went in a blur because it wasn’t long till you and Ellie were walking into the grocery store. She leads you to the section that displays all the items you could possibly need for a barbecue.

Ellie crouches down about to speak before a voice draws both of your attention.

“Oh, Williams! Didn’t realize you were here?”

Ellie recognizes it immediately. And her face was already red out of pure embarrassment.

It was ironic, the same guy who made her life shit throughout high school was still sulking in the same area she was.

Ellie often saw him as the prime example of peaking in high school.

He was horrible to her, constantly.

Jack McNeill.

He was a “perfect jock”.

He caught every girl’s attention, with his blonde hair and blue eyes. Something that drew everyone’s physical attraction.

She remembers it firsthand when her best friend fell for him. A story she doesn’t feel like even thinking of right now.

And in all fairness, he needed the looks, his personality was shit, and she knew that more than anyone.

But still, everyone who knew him loved him, unless you were one of the ‘lucky’ ones who gained his unwanted attention. The one where he’d practically torment you.

“Who’s this?” He smiles with a cocky expression, it’s directed towards you.

Ellie frowns and looks at you.

You guys lock eyes, Ellie’s eyes are silently expressing that she’s sorry. But you can’t tell why.

Nothing that’s been said needed any sort of apology.

“Or…is she for you?” He chuckles. Just by his tone you know it’s lurking with an accusatory tone. Having slight reminiscence of disgust.

You didn’t get what he meant by that comment “Is she for you?”.

It felt like you were being bided on.

And it hardly made sense! Why would he direct that comment to Ellie, someone who you hardly knew??

And who’s a fucking girl?

“She’s my dad's like- it’s his friend's daughter..” Ellie quickly stands up trying to get out of this conversation as fast as she can, even though it’s hardly working.

Ellie knows she doesn’t owe Jack an explanation, but he doesn’t ever stop pushing once he starts, something you’d expect from a toddler, not someone who turns 20 in a month.

“Ahh…What’s your name?” He smiles at you, it physically makes you cringe at how his tongue pokes out of his mouth out of pure concentration.

You look at Ellie and then back at him.

You know 100% this look and this sentence worked on other people, you see how confident he looks, it’s almost gross.

“We’re in a grocery store?” You chuckle tilting your head.

“Mhm?” He questions.

Ellie’s looking back and forth between the both of you. Starting to think the charm that Jack seems to have on every fucking girl on the planet will end up working on you.

So she can’t even help but roll her eyes.

“Thank you, but no thank you.” You nod politely.

“Wanna go?” You question turning to Ellie. Now realizing she has everything that she actually needs in hand.

Ellie just nods looking at you then back at Jack, she has a smirk plastered all over her face. She didn’t care if you and Jack went out or something, it just helped to see his face drop.

It’s like it’s the first time he’s ever faced rejection.

Granted it probably is.

It only took till you guys got outside for you to talk.

“That guy is a dick?” You smile looking at Ellie.

Ellie also smiles, nods lightly, and talks. “Little bit huh?”

And even though that moment seemed so insignificant from any other viewpoint, it genuinely felt like that’s what sprouted yours and Ellie’s friendship.

And at this point picturing a summer day without her seemed simply impossible.

Because after spending almost a month together, being apart seemed odd.

It had you basically dreading on the fact that summer will eventually end, and you’ll be far from not only your family or friends.

But you’ll be far from Ellie.

She easily fit in the category of a friend. Just you felt like you’ve never connected to someone so fast, meaning calling her one, was something you’ve never fully thought about.

Because Ellie didn’t seem like just a friend?

She seemed different.

Either way it didn’t matter. You always tried to shrug off any thoughts before they could even form.

All she realistically is, is a friend.

Strictly.

I guess you just hated finding yourself constantly overthinking when it comes to Ellie.

The lines of friendship were blurring, and you didn’t like that...

Like when you guys wouldn’t act like just friends, situations where you would share the same bed during sleepover, when you and her would lay on your wood floor (since it was cooler than the air) and her head would be on your shoulder peeking over at the book you were reading.

It was the little things.

You’ve come to the consensus forgetting about it would somehow ease the awkward and unwanted feelings.

I guess it also didn’t help Ellie and Joel practically come over everyday. Which allowed your friendship to grow all that more.

Even though you guys were different, extremely fucking different you felt like you got each other in the more important ways.

Because you told Ellie certain things, and she told you some back.

She was a secretive person, it didn’t bother you much, because you’ve always labeled her as shy, since your first interaction that is.

Even though she was already socially awkward her being shy really just seemed like an add on.

She’s never would expand on how high school was for her, if she had friends, a boyfriend even. She never fucking talked about it.

You’ve never met one of Ellie’s friends, you’ve asked, but she comes up with the same reason. Or in Ellie’s mind an easy excuse to stop the questions from coming any further.

“There out for the summer.” Ellie mumbles following you up the stairs to your bedroom.

Ellie and Joel arrived around 5pm, your dad quickly suggested the idea to have dinner with them.

Of course that went with a shit ton of talking, with a hint of alcohol. Your dad always got chatty when liquor was involved.

Joel also got a few drinks cracked in him, nothing heavy but enough to tell Ellie that they should just crash at your dads place for the night.

In order for them to do some “manly bonding.” Or whatever the fuck they called it?

it ended up making it easier for Ellie, because now that the both of them were staying the night, Ellie didn’t have to carry a stumbling Joel back into their place.

So here you are.

Walking up the stairs with Ellie going on about how you really wanted to meet her friends you read the clock.

It’s only 8pm. The sun is still out due to the earth's tilt..

Which worked in your favour.

Because you had an idea.

After Ellie grumbled her little “There out for the summer.”

All you can reply with is a short sigh.

“Okay what about parties?” You ask looking at her.

“Parties?” Ellie laughs thinking you’re joking.

Both of your legs moving into your bedroom.

“What?” You question turning around to get a good look at her.

Awkwardly it created a close environment for the both of you, practically nose to nose to be exact. To which you backed up as Ellie stayed frozen. Cheeks tinted pink.

You stepped back probably as soon as it happened. You didn’t talk, just looked at her.

Ellie then snaps out of it, trying to forgot that fact she definitely felt your breath on her lips. Ellie was starting to hate herself for even thinking about it.

She knows the both of your are friends. And more importantly you don’t even know about it.

Ellie clears her throat watching as you backed up, quick reminder you definitely didn’t see Ellie like that. Not that it mattered.

“Okay since when do you party?” She ask tilting her head, a quick smile painting right on.

“Whatever?? Tonight- let’s go!” You smile looking at her.

Ellie shakes her head and laughs. “No?? Your dad would kill me? It’s going to get late and- what fucking party.”

“My dad and Joel wouldn’t even notice El? Their drunk. And plus It’s summer! There’s 100% a party happening.”

Ellie sighs.

“Actually?” Ellie questions, she’s praying you’re joking. Because again, she’s not the most popular person around town.

You tilt your head and smile. “Please..!” You sigh out.

“I don’t know..?” She shrugs, and looks at you before continuing. “I just- like what if it’s not fun?” Ellie’s trying to think of any lie that’s realistic. You know other than ‘I don’t feel good’

You look at her shining one last smile hoping it will work.

“Okay- okay fine.” Ellie sighs dramatically, you quickly hug her and pull back.

“Okay let’s get ready!” You suggested.

“No?” Ellie laughs.

“What do you mean ‘no’!” You chuckle grabbing her hand to make her sit down on your bed.

“What if there’s a cute guy you see?” You say suggestively which gets Ellie to cringe back and shake her head. That wasn’t happening..

“I doubt it?” She chuckles looking at you.

A frown is now present on your face. Ellie was so avoidant when it came to the subject of boyfriends. She seemed physically repulsed by them, almost men in general.

And it was getting hard to ignore it now.

You’ve figure she might of had a secret boyfriend, but that was shut down real quick after Ellie denied for a solid 10 minutes after you asked her.

You just didn’t get why she was acting like this.

“No?” You question.

“‘No.” Ellie confirms looking at you. “Trust me I won’t see any guy there that I actually, you know, like.” She shrugs.

“Why?” You ask.

Ellie quickly stands up. Putting on a fake smile. “Let’s go!”

It almost gave you whiplash, I mean it wasn’t new. There’s been countless moments where Ellie just disregarded whatever you said. The first time it happened it ended with you laughing, thinking it was a simple joke.

But she does it a lot. If she doesn’t want to answer, she try’s to act like you didn’t even say it.

Now creating an endless cycle you were genuinely getting tired of.

“Okay.” You follow after Ellie.

You were driving with Ellie. She knew a party nearby. Not that she was invited, she just heard around.

Ellie and you haven’t really spoken since the moment in your room. It’s not like your mad at her, just the secretive act has been getting..annoying.

You told Ellie a lot about you- and it’s like she’s scared to give you anything fucking personal information.

“What..?” Ellie sighs turning over to you before her eyes gaze back on the road ahead.

One hand is on the steering wheel while the others on the centre console.

“I didn’t say anything..?” You shrug looking at Ellie.

Ellie nods awkwardly with a twinge of nervousness. She knows herself she’s being avoidant, and she doesn’t want to lose you because of that.

After Ellie finishes her little nod she talked.

“Are you mad at me?” Ellie ask looking back to you, your gaze is glued to the window purposefully avoiding her.

Ellie hated that.

“No” You just sigh and finally lock with Ellie’s side profile. “You just don’t tell me shit.” You tilt your head.

“I tell you shit.?” Ellie shrugs and smiles trying to ease the tension in the car.

She’s eyeing you once again.

“Get your eyes back on the road.” You groan rolling your eyes, Ellie’s mannerisms were hard not to fold over, which is annoying..

Ellie shifts her eyes to the road.

“What do you wanna know?” She now ask, her teeth are slotted in the bottom of her lip out of nervousness.

Yet her poker face is good enough for you not to get the memo.

“I don’t know- about you?” You say shrugging.

“There’s not much to tell?” Ellie says with a chuckle.

The car stops and she gets out first before opening the door for you. “You’re such a fucking liar?” You chuckle hopping out.

“Im-“ Ellie try’s to defend it, but you shake your head.

“No i’m getting your drunk and i’m hearing all about your little secrets” You joke with a smile.

Yet Ellie definitely wasn’t the one who got drunk.

Because just an hour later you were a slurring, stumbling over your feet trailing back to no other then the kitchen.

There sat the blonde hair blue eyed guy who you turned down a little over 2 weeks ago.

His poster straightens up when he sees you.

“Hey..” He smiles and grabs a red solo cup before handing it to you.

“Hi!” You say excitedly.

He tilts his head and looks around, looking for the other girl who can realistically turn down what’s happening. “Where’s Ellie?”

“Sheees..” You slur looking around, you don’t notice her figure. Which is strange because she definitely stands out.

You quickly turn your attention back to him. “Not sure!” You chuckle.

So does he.

With that he steps forward.

“You’re Jack, yeah?” You ask remembering how Ellie told you on the way back to your dad's place. Leaving the grocery store you two were previously in.

“Mhm?” He smiles moving his hand to your shoulder.

“Do you know my name?” You ask, you notice the way his eyes light up, clearing thinking of something, your eyes on the other hand are glossy from the liquor coursing through your veins..

You’re definitely not thinking straight.

“Why don’t you tell me upstairs?” He suggest. The cocky tone from the grocery store coming right back.

You’re not a hook up type person, you’ve genuinely never been. You can tell by Jacks suggestive tone he’s doesn’t just want to ‘learn your name’. Fuck you’re not stupid.

But..there’s thoughts in your mind about Ellie. Shit you don’t like, stuff you’d never admit. Not even if you were in a life or death situation.

When you’re talking to Jack. They start to falter, go quiet no longer disrupting you.

So you nod. Hesitantly, while a flash of Ellie’s face becomes apparent.

When his uncomfortably big hands loop to your wrist, it’s more forceful than you’d like, yet you agree. You guys are both walking to the stairs, you’re almost falling over due to still being drunk.

“What the fuck?” He groans feeling a sudden grip on his shoulder. His eyes are turning around as yours are too. Once you see green eyes you just sigh. Those previous thoughts coming back.

“What do you want Williams?” He smiles looping his arm around your waist. It ended up closing the little distance you too just previously had.

Ellie doesn’t answer her eyes just go to his arm, the one that is looped around your waist to be exact.

“We're going back.” Ellie says sternly looking back at the two of you.

“Jealous?” He taunts stepping forward.

“Oh fuck off.” Ellie says trying to step closer towards you, something you wouldn’t mind right now. It’s awkward watching this whole interaction on the sidelines. It feels like you’re just spectating.

He steps forward again his arms pushing Ellie back from her chest forcefully?

“Your little friend knows then?” He questions turning back to you. Just by the way he’s speaking down to Ellie. You know it’s not good.

“What?” You say looking back at Ellie. Her face is pale mixed with a bit of red. It’s out of embarrassment, yet you can also tell she’s scared of what he might say.

Jacks laugh fully echos in the house, it’s obnoxious and loud.

Currently being the only thing you can hear right now.

He then shrugs looking at Ellie.

“Wanna tell her, or should I Williams?” Jack questions licking his lips, it’s taunting.

Ellie doesn’t answer, she can’t answer. Her whole body went numb, because she really can’t experience this feeling once again.

From the silence Jack then shrugs mumbling a “So be it?”

“You know, the fact she’s a little dyk-“

It went in a flash. That whole moment.

The last thing you saw was Ellie’s fist flying straight at Jacks face, Ellie got a good hit in. But his arm was swinging back, quicker and way harder.

And soon enough, despite being the drunk one. You had Ellie’s arm slinging around you while you both walked out.

There was other party attendees rushing out of the door. Some laughing, some even yelling at Ellie. Calling her shit you wouldn’t ever repeat.

Then there was Jack, fuck was he the worst of it. Sure people were saying horrible things to Ellie as she walked out.

But each one of his words made you wince.

You ran an unlocked Ellie’s car before opening the back seat so she has a place to sit down comfortably..

Her nose had to be broken. It was practically spraying with blood and you didn’t know what to do.

Ellie’s hands were shaking and her eyes had a few tears leaving it. Which she attempted to hide from you.

Didn’t work though.

You lightly rub her cheek with your hand trying to wipe them just as fast as they come out.

Soon pulling back wondering if it’s to weird.

“You have something I can stop the bleeding with??” You asked probably just as panicked as her. All she could respond with is a quick nod of her head and a few words.

“T-trunk” Ellie says.

You run to the back of the trunk and look. She has a spare white tank top.

Once you run back you apply light pressure to her nose.

Ellie holds your wrist trying to calm her nerves the fuck down.

“Breath El..” You say trying to get her to calm down.

Ellie’s chest rose slowly and you felt her breath come through the balled up tank top.

Your other hand went to her jaw then neck.

“What was that Ellie?” You say looking at her.

You heard the stuff they were calling her, it would be a ironic and nearly impossible for everyone in that party to randomly come up with the same insult.

Not to mention the shit Jack was saying.

Some talk of an ex best friend was mentioned..You heard all of it..

Ellie fucking knew that too. So all she can reply with is a simple shake of her head.

And this time you understood why she was being so fucking secretive.

Because say you were like her, and in that position. You’d probably avoid it too.

So you’re finally accepting that fact she doesn’t want to talk about it..

Ellie stands up abruptly causing you to flinch back.

She seems colder now. Like she’s masking clear embarrassment with the face of no feelings.

“We can go.” It’s a statement not a question. Ellies whole personality shifted. You watch as she trails back to the trunk throwing the bloody shirt somewhere.

Ellie clears her throat and gets in the car she’s facing only forward, she physically can’t look at you.

What if you knew now.

The one thing she’s been trying her absolute hardest to hide.

And why?

Because Ellie’s a coward.

Probably the biggest fucking one, she can’t go through the feeling of losing another friend simply because she’s..

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“You’re lesbian..?” Emma says. It sounds like she scared to ask. Worrying about any confirmation that Ellie might ensue.

Emma and Ellie have been friends for longer then both of them could even remember. There was a point where they weren’t friends though. About 4 months. That was until Ellie was born.

So they’ve been together in the little moments like preschool, and middle, finally reaching where they are now, high school. They’ve always been together.

They met through each others parents. Ellie’s dad Joel, and Emma’s father Adam were practically the same men. They liked outdoors, fishing, shit like that.

Ellie swears if she hadn’t known better you could even call them twins.

There was only one difference.

Emma’s family was an extreme stereotypical “Perfect family”.

They had a nice house, christian, perfect looking animals and kids, plus Ellie’s almost confident she hasn’t even heard Emma’s mom swear. Not once.

Yet she just sorta assumed it never passed to Emma?

Ellie’s whole face is red. All she can reply with is a nod. She’s embarrassed, yet not scared.

Because fuck. Emma’s her best friend.

She’s never once considered the fact maybe Emma wouldn’t accept her? Because she simply could not see why.

It’s still Ellie. It just felt like a tiny part of her was hidden.

“D-do you like me?” Emma stands off her bed. Now concerned with the fact Ellie’s in love with her or something. Which just wasn’t true.

Ellie loved Emma, of course. But fucking platonically. She wasn’t alluded with her or something, it almost felt like Emma was joking.

Either way Ellie’s face dropped, because out of all the possibilities she wasn’t fucking excepting this one. A one where maybe Emma didn’t accept her.

“Wh-what n-no!” Ellie’s a stuttering mess now standing up off Emma’s bed. She feels all her nerves turn to jelly. What does she say?

“The fuck Ellie- we’ve- we’ve slept in the same bed before.“ Emma’s tone is loud. It’s like she’s yelling at Ellie now. Like she’s mad.

And Ellie’s never been able to read a face more clear then Emma’s that day.

Pure disgust.

“E-Em?” Ellie try’s stepping forward trying to reach her hand over.

Emma shakes her head and backs up again, she’s acting like Ellie’s infected. Ellie’s searching for any signs of hope. Like it’s some sick joke. Her eyes are just trailing up and down..

“You know I like Jack?” Emma says.

“I kn-“ Ellie starts again, quickly stopped by brown eyed girl.

“Ellie get the fuck out!” Emma yells..

The sound made her wince. Emma never yelled like that, none the less directed towards Ellie.

That night Ellie stumbled out of Emma’s house tears streaming down her face, because she didn’t really have anyone after that. Sure she had some other friends, Joel would be there for her. But fuck..it was Emma.

Someone she simply couldn’t replace, not if she wanted to.

The next day was probably worse.

Ellie woke up to Joel sitting pulled into their kitchen table a little mug rested in the middle of his hands, which was of course full of coffee.

Joel’s never up early, so she already knew she was fucked.

It started off with a short.

“Kid you know I love you. No matter what.” He sighs out.

“Adam called me. He was tellin’ me about some crush on Emma?” He shrugs standing up.

“Is that true?” He questions.

Ellie’s eyes are already glossy, she really didn’t need to be immediately reminded about the disaster which was last night..

“N-no I-I don’t like her?” Ellie puts her head in her hands wiping the tears just as fast as they come.

Joel stands up wrapping her in a bear hug.

“I’m not being buddies with someone who will talk badly about my family.” Joel crouches down reassuring Ellie.

So yes Joel did end up taking it well. Ellie explained everything. What Emma said. Everything.

She just wasn’t prepared for the shit show at school.

Because apparently Emma called Jack McNeill whining about some shitty betrayal. Like she was the one who was hurt.

So not only did Ellie lose Emma, she lost all her remaining friends, her whole school would talk about her like she’s not there, the girls locker rooms would be cleared if she were to ever step foot in them, and she was sorta just alone.

Ellie made a decision right then, she’s not telling people anymore.

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“El?” You question looking at her. Repeating yourself for the second time.

It looks like she just glitched in real life.

She doesn’t respond but by the fact her eyes didn’t seem so deep in thought you decided to assume she heard you.

“Are we going to talk about it?” You ask once more, silently begging for a response.

The car stops abruptly.

Your eyes are met with the quiet home which belongs to your father.

The lights are off so you know Joel and your dad are sure to be sleeping.

“I’ll see you later.” Ellie says coldly, she’s only looking forward, purposefully avoiding how your eyes won’t peel away from her side profile.

You were scared of how you felt for Ellie, but you were drunk. And right now she seems like she’s going to cry once again. So you pushed that down and talked.

“Ellie it’s late.” You sigh.

She doesn’t respond, she just clears her throat..

Once you shut the passenger door she assumes you’re leaving. But nope..

Ellie watched as you walked over to the driver seat opening the door.

“Come on” You hold out your hand.

Ellie looks at your hand and sighs. “No-“

“Come on…” You pause for a few seconds. “Please.”

Ellie steps out of her truck ignoring how your hand laid open for hers. Ellie decides to stuff both of hers inside her pockets. Creating an easy way of ignoring it.

“You’re the one who punched him Ellie. Don’t know why you’re being bitchy with me.” You say sheepishly.

Because frankly you’re annoyed, she’s acting like it’s your fault.

“Wouldn’t have to..you’re the one decide to practically stumble with him upstairs.” Ellie says harshly. She didn’t mean for it to come out that way. It just..did?

And for that reason you frowned.

You only opened the door for her.

“Go to the washroom.” You say looking at the body which trailed beside you.

“What?” Ellie questions face turning red.

“Your shirt” You confirm. “It’s covered in blood.” You say dryly. You’re clearly mad at her.

Ellie just nods, she’s embarrassed at her own actions, her choice of words also weren’t the brightest..?

Once she gets into your bathroom which is right beside your bedroom she just sits on the sink for a few seconds.

It doesn’t take long before she heard your light knock. A signal you’re outside waiting.

“Yeah come in.” Ellie sighs. Rubbing one hand down her face avoiding the throbbing nose.

You hand her a t-shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts.

Ellie looks down at them then back at you. “I’m sorry..” She says shortly continuing. “For the fight- ignoring you. Then what I said after.” She says.

“Thank you.” You say awkwardly.

It hasn’t been this awkward since the day the both of you first met each other.

This is because Ellie knows a certain questions on your mind.

You know it too. It’s looming. And even though you wanna ask it, you don’t.

Your voice comes out quiet. “I’ll wait in my bedroom.” You clear your throat. “For you” You nod.

Ellie nods too and smiles. “Okay” She mumbles out.

You laid flat on your bed until you heard the door opening. Ellie walked in your bedroom, throwing her previous clothes somewhere on the floor.

She didn’t say much. She just got beside you in bed, something which was overall normal when she’d stay the night.

Just this time it was quiet and cold, despite the hot weather.

You guys both tumbled during that night, you still felt tipsy, and your head felt like it was spinning. Something which wasn’t going away.

The fact Ellie was moving around meant she was definitely fading between consciousness and a deep sleep.

So since you both were in that tired state, it hardly registered when she turned sideways having her arm draped over you, falling right on your waist.

And that was the first issue.

Because did you pull back.

Nope!..

You fucking pushed yourself back into Ellie, finally feeling her lips shadow your neck.

Her breath was warm, extremely steady and she was fading into that deep sleep she lacked a few minutes ago.

Because now once she was holding onto you, it felt like she was on cloud nine.

And for her it didn’t even feel like it went to her brain, if you told Ellie that moment was all a dream she 100% would have believed it.

You moved your body around now so your faces where positioned in front of each other. You looped one arm around her waist and the other behind her neck, head positioned right on her chest.

Your lips hit her collar bone, and it wasn’t like you kissed that area or anything.

You just let them sit there.

“You okay..?” Ellie sleepily mumbles.

“Mhm..” You say.

Waking up in the country was odd.

Because it wasn’t peaceful, nope. There was a rooster which worked as a free alarm clock. Always starting around 8am, so really extremely bright and early.

You woke up with the feeling of a hand on your back, and your head is sat on another body. The hand on you was poking between the sliver of skin between your shirt and shorts.

There was a thumb dragging back and forth and your hips.

Yet you soon realized that hand that belonged to Ellie.

Your whole face turned red.

And you’re now in auto pilot, because you’re jumping out of your bed like there was a million ants that laid there.

But no, only Ellie..

Her eyes opened slowly, the pain in her nose now becoming more prominent then ever..

But she didn’t care, not right now at least.

Because last night wasn’t a dream? Nope.

You guys slept in the same bed. Hugged, cuddled, and at one point your lips were on her skin..

And both of you are now dealing with the consequences the next morning.

Ellies eyes can’t scan your face, she doesn’t know what the fuck you’re trying to relay but it’s not processing for her. And maybe because you yourself don’t even know what to feel.

You were in a moment of shock. Not knowing what to say. Or even what to fucking do.

So you do the only think you can think of.

“Ellie you should leave!” You spit out. It was a panicked statement. Yet it just came out harsh and rude. Now leaving Ellie to feel like the idiot.

“What..?” Ellie questions, she’s fucking shell shocked herself.

She didn’t know what to except, just wasn’t this.

“You need to leave!” You spit again. “Now!”

Ellie stands up collecting her clothes off the floor. Even though the scene which is playing out almost seems like a hookup. It was so fucking far from that.

Because instead of it being a hookup you’re going insane over one stupid night, which on the contrary could mean absolutely nothing.

But you know that you felt something, that makes everything worse.

Ellie’s puts on her shoes before looking at you.

“You’re ridiculous you know?” She says looking straight at you before turning to leave your room.

You only follow her out though, convincing yourself it’s only because you need to make sure she’s really leaving. Which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.

“What.?” You say following her down the stairs.

“Don’t fucking act all innocent.” She says looking at you.

“I asked you last night- I asked if you we’re okay!” She yells, she sorta wants it to come out as harsh. Yet it just comes out tired, weak like.

“I was drunk?! For fuck sake Ellie!” You yell back at her. It was a pity accuse for sure. It was just easier that way. You wanted to make her feel stupid.

Yet you felt stupid, because you we’re currently denying what you felt for Ellie, and you were doing that by hurting her.

“The people at the party were right. Jack- all of them.” You couldn’t even process what you were saying, it just came out. In another moment of panic? So your face frowns, really fucking fast.

You immediately remember thinking last night how you would ‘never repeat the shit they said to her.’

And you didn’t, but you almost said worse.

Causing you to switch up fast shaking your head.

You start fast. “Ellie I didn’t mea-“

Ellie shakes her head opening the front door. “Fuck you.”

You knew you fucked up.

Joel’s still here and you’d have to think of some lie as to why Ellie went home early.

And to be fair that’s the last thing you cared about, because you single handily said the worst possible thing in that moment.

And because of it.

You’ve lost Ellie.

A/N -> new series 😋😋

I’m switching up my style a bit and going back to the past, I wasn’t fucking born in the 70s so don’t come for me if something is not historically accurate?

I genuinely remember searching up “skinny jeans 70s” tryna see if it was accurate, and spoiler alert (mfs where not wearing that! 🗣️) Like they sorta were but not rlly.

But idc!

As i’m writing this I haven’t even started fated hearts start with fire soo yeah! But maybe if ur lucky it’ll be posted by the time this comes out.

That’s all, hope you enjoyed reading and lmk if you wanna be on the taglist!

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blckbrrybasket · 8 days ago

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30. “Suck It Up”

Love Quinn x Fem!Reader

꒰Marking + Possessiveness꒱ - 1.1k

• jealousy, mentions of murder, oral (r receiving, Love Quinn is a warning but we love her

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Love’s possessiveness had run deep in her body for her whole life. When she was younger she could get away with a lot more, not that she couldn’t now, but she didn’t want to put you through any of her antics. Normal is how she wanted to appear to the world and to you, the best she could.

She slipped up, sure, but you were always there, an unwavering force in her life. Your loyalty didn’t help her be any less jealous when another woman would look at you. Her eyes were already narrowed and trained onto a woman who had been checking you out like Love wasn’t next to you.

Was she ignoring the hand Love had wrapped around your waist? How fucking dense was she? Love huffed, nostrils flaring as she stared her down. The woman was all but aware, eyes focused solely on you. Love wouldn’t have that. She would never stand for that. You were hers, simple as that.

Feeling something drape on your back you looked back, only to be met with Love’s soft and pleading eyes. Hand squeezing your waist, she leaned to whisper into your ear. “Want to go to the back?” She murmured, pulling back to give you an unwavering smile. She’d perfected looking unbothered. You laughed quietly, arching a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” you tease her, blissfully unaware of what was happening.

“I am,” Love insists back in a light tone, “I’m just…showing you our stock in the back.” You smirked, knowing she was doing what would probably be considered the exact opposite. “Fine,” you say decisively, letting her pull you along by your hand. Your eyes focused on the ground, watching to make sure you didn’t bump into her, not noticing the withering glare she shot over your shoulder at the woman.

You didn’t catch the way the woman’s eyes widened at the rage in Love’s eyes. Anyone could see from a mile away that her anger was far from normal standards.

As you neared the doors to the back Love spoke up, looking forward once more, “You were getting attention.” “Oh,” you mused, “I didn’t notice. I was too busy thinking about you.” Your words seemed to put Love at ease some, her hand squeezing yours when she pulled you through the doors. The moment you walked into the back Love’s arms wrapped around your waist as she peppered your neck in kisses.

The desperate action drew a laugh from you as you turned your head to look at her over your shoulder. She always looked so beautiful when she was this wrecked. It took some effort to turn in her arms but you managed, hands cupping her face. “Should I put my browsing on pause?” Love momentarily frowned until you kissed her cheek, silently reassuring that you were only teasing her.

“Mhm,” she murmured, lips trailing down your jaw. You rolled your head back, exhaling heavily when her teeth grazed over your skin. “Just for a second,” Love added, hands sliding over your body to paw at your ass. She grabbed a handful causing you to giggle into the air, head tilted back.

Love smiled against your neck, nipping at it. She kissed along your throat, finding your sweet spot to latch her lips onto. Her lips pressed down, cheeks hollowing as she sucked a mark onto your skin, rolling the skin between her teeth to leave a mark. Her mark.

If she couldn’t do it, you, in public she’d at least send you back out with her marks on you.

Her tongue laved over the spot where you were bruising, hickey carved into you. Her eyes stayed on the sight wishing there was a way to make them permanent. “Love?” She glanced back at your eyes, a questioning look on her face. It finally registered that her possessive tendencies were leaking out.

A small smile appeared on your lips as you shook your head, proud she was finding a way to get it out in more…healthy ways. It definitely helped that her leaving marks on you was making your underwear sticky, pussy throbbing with need. “Nevermind, baby.” She smiled and moved her face back down to your throat, lips sliding across your skin to find a new spot.

Love continued on, making firm hickeys across the side of your neck, lips swollen and spit soaked from her working so diligently. You hummed, fingers raising to trace over them. “Do they look good?” Love smiled, breathing out, “Beautiful.”

You grinned, leaning to her ear to whisper in it. “I need you. Now.” A happy flush rose onto Love’s face. That woman didn’t get you like this. No one did but her, “I’m going to make you feel so good,” she promised. Love nosed under your jaw, moving in reverse to kiss up your jaw this time. “You only need me, nobody else.” Her hands massaged the muscle of your ass between her fingers, using her grip to pull you up.

You got the message, hopping up to wrap your legs around her hips with a light laugh. Love kissed below your ear, “And she’s going to know it.” She pressed her hips forward, giving you a surface to grind on as she carried you to the counter.

With the possessive smile growing on Love’s lips at you grinding down you knew she was a goner. She could barely set you on the counter, hurrying to undo your bottoms. “Don’t hold back,” she said, eyes serious as she looked at you. “Okay, baby,” you promised, hands running through her hair as she lowered to a kneel in front of you while she pulled your pants down.

“Nobody gets you like this but me.” Her glare up at you made you clench as you nodded, affirming her statement. Love’s teeth sunk into the meat of your thigh, jaw clenching to leave a blatant mark. She moved her head back to look at it, blowing cool air down to soothe the angry muscle.

“No one,” she grumbled, moving to your other thigh. Her teeth scraped over the skin of your inner thigh, sinking barely in so she could latch on and suck a dark hickey there. You didn’t know that later on that the girl who had shaken Love would go missing. You didn’t know her, so you would also be unaware that she would never be seen again.

And truly, would you care that much? How could you when Love was kneeling before you and kissing your clit so sweetly, as if she wasn’t dreaming about murder. Her tongue flattened, swiping up your slit to gather your slick, her eyes trained on you as her lips quirked up. No, you wouldn’t know.

But Love would. Later that night she’d come home late from ‘working overtime’, stained hands now clean and ready to touch you all over again. Because she gets to touch you, to mark you. No one else.

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stuiie · 2 months ago

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The Color of You - Chapter 33

Yes, you saw that right—I managed to post another chapter without stalling for 3 weeks! But did I want to pull my hair out while writing it? Absolutely. Did I consider throwing myself into a lake out of sheer frustration? You bet! This chapter is packed with a whirlwind of emotions that had my head spinning. It’s messy, and honestly, I have no excuses for that. But hey, life’s messy too, right? I just hope you’ll enjoy the chaos anyway!

#the color of you #wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat #lesbian fic #poly fic #lesbian poly #lesbian fanfiction #wlw romance #romance fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

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ofhouseusher · 1 month ago

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She felt it before she saw it—the faintest brush of fingers that set Visenya’s skin aflame, so tentative that it might’ve been imagined or a pull so faint that it might have been nothing. But it was everything. Rhaenys had reached out, her hand slipping out to catch Visenya’s as she passed. The contact was so subtle it nearly undid Visenya. She stiffened, her breath catching, but she didn’t pull away. Neither of them did. Instead, they hovered in that space between distance and closeness, both unwilling to give in but unable to pull apart.

Excerpt from "A place for you and me (and our dragons)" — read now on AO3

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just4jinx · 2 months ago

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echoes of rain and love.

(wlw fem!reader x jinx, sfw)

tags: pure fluff, established friendship and mutual crush, jinx follows you around without your knowledge, silco is alive, quick mentions of weapons + bombs, shimmer!jinx, arcane!jinx (18+ age)

notes: honestly this is just self-indulgent bc i love jinx so much. it's short n sweet, sorry!

wc: 1.2k

the moon replaced the sun in the sky as the streets became more busy, people flooding in and out of the multiple bars, clubs and brothels around. you thought to call it a day, keeping only one dim lamp on in your bedroom before throwing yourself down on your double bed. it always felt more lonely at night.

with your head gently placed on your pillow, a deep sigh escaped your lips, fluttering your eyes shut after a few moments. you had no real intention of sleeping yet since you were dying to continue a book you started the previous morning, but exhaustion got the better of you, allowing you to slowly doze off on top of the covers.

close to half an hour passed before a loud crash followed by the sound of items falling to the floor woke you up from your sleep. you sat up as fast as you could, heart pounding hard in your chest as you scanned the room. your gaze moved from your books scattered across the floor to jinx standing by the window, but it took you a few seconds to realise she wasn't on the outside of it.

"look, don't be mad.." jinx began, her voice almost as low as a whisper, holding up her hands in defence while a grin tugged at the corners of her lips. "i just wanted some company. sevika's out working, and i was lonely."

you exhaled as you shook your head in disbelief, begging your heart rate to decrease as soon as possible.

"i'm flattered i'm your second option." you couldn't help but smile. this wasn't the first time your friend broke into your apartment just to see you, you just wished she would let you know beforehand and enter like anyone else would, through the front door.

you ran your slender fingers through your hair, watching closely as jinx tiptoed around the belongings she knocked over on her way in, approaching your bed with a slight pout.

"aw, come on. you know you're my first, really." her tone was playful but it was clear she meant every word. you're constantly shocked at how she can have so much energy quite literally twenty four hours of the day. jinx plopped herself on your bed, causing you both to bounce a little, eliciting a tired groan from you.

"sooo, whatcha been up to?" jinx sat crossed legged opposite you, her attention entirely on you and your answer. you had to take a few moments to think, not that you did much in the day.

"work." you rolled your eyes while tucking some strands of hair behind both ears, soon noticing the way your lamp flickered to your side. "it feels like that's all i do lately. i'm exhausted."

jinx tilted her head to one side in curiosity and you saw her pick at her own nail polish, leaving every single nail chipped. she can never stay still, no matter what.

"so why don't you quit?" jinx's question caused you to lightly laugh, assuming it was unworthy of an answer. silco has covered everything for jinx since the day he took her into his care. money hasn't been a problem for her for a while now and she currently has a guaranteed place to live. she's not entitled or even ungrateful by any means, she just has no reason to handle currency anymore.

after pushing yourself back up against the headboard of the bed, you trailed your eyes back up to jinx's face, noticing and loving the way her pink eyes shimmered in the dark room. her braids laid neatly across her lap; you couldn't help but wonder what she would look like with her hair completely down. you imagined yourself running a brush or even your own fingers through her hair, listening to jinx hum her favourite song.

"you still making those little chompers?" you asked curiously, jinx's face instantly lighting up.

"you bet! the one i'm currently working on is gonna be even bigger and better than the last! i'm thinking of testing it on some pesky enforcers once it's done." her excitement plastered a smile onto your face, giggling at her enthusiasm. sometimes you wished she would invite you to her weapon testings, but you knew she didn't purely for your own safety. hurting you in any way would absolutely destroy her.

"then, you'll have to let me know how it goes. just maybe not at one in the morning, okay?" truth is, deep down you wouldn't get angry at her even if she came to you at five.

your friend leaned forward to mess up your hair, chuckling to herself soon after. "i wouldn't count on it." her gaze quickly landed on your window due to the raindrops gliding down the glass, the sound of thunder indicating a storm was quickly approaching.

the weather was enough to make you rush out of bed and head for your wardrobe, taking ahold of some comfy pyjama shorts alongside a black oversized t-shirt, throwing them onto jinx's lap.

"you're not going out in that. i know what you're thinking." you frowned as you spoke to her, your voice full of concern and care. the other girl parted her lips to protest but you cut her off instantly. "you can stay here tonight, if you'd like."

jinx glanced down at your clothes, suddenly in her own world while she ran her fingers across the soft materials. eventually she nodded, unexpectedly giving in with a grin.

"more time with you? don't have to tell me twice." her sweet giggles filled the room, feeling your own heart swell with adoration. you turned your back to her, letting her change into your clothes in peace.

the rain continued to hammer down outside, wind howling too. once jinx stated she was done, you turned on your heel to face her, deciding to fold her clothes up for her before gesturing towards your empty bed. you thought it would take a miracle for her to settle down considering her hyper nature, but to your surprise she slid under the covers and let out a soft sigh. you've never seen her so peaceful or still before, and you weren't sure you'd ever see her this way again.

you followed suit, scooting in bed beside her and pulling the duvet further up to reach your shoulders in an attempt to warm yourself up.

without any warning jinx rolled from her back onto her side to face you, your eyes widening with surprise when you noticed her face was merely centimetres away from yours. blood rose slightly in your cheeks, unable to find any words to speak.

jinx's pink eyes remained glued to yours, and her sweet smile never faded. something about this moment was just so beautiful and you felt like there was nothing you wouldn't do to freeze time. the room was quiet, except for the distant thunder rolling in waves. you took your hand and pushed some strands of hair out of jinx’s face, your touch slow and soothing, as if trying to match the rhythm of your deepening breaths.

the soft crackle of lightning illuminated the room for a brief second, casting fleeting shadows over both of your faces. you leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to jinx’s nose, then another to her forehead, your lips lingering just for a moment. a bigger smile curled on the other girls lips, her eyes growing heavy with sleep. you both nestled closer, your legs tangling beneath the covers, comforted by each other's presence. eventually, your eyes drifted shut, and you surrendered to sleep, wondering if jinx will still be beside you in the morning.

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cami-stuffs · 11 months ago

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Night Visit (NSFW)

A/N: This one-shot is related to chapter 16, 'Aftermath' of Pushing Towards Series.

Warnings: Sex Toys, Office Sex, Mirror Sex, Cunnilingus, Strap-Ons, Desk Sex, Strap-on Sucking.

Tags: @weemssapphic @pllduniverse

Calista arrived at Nevermore after curfew. The students were already in their dorms and the teachers in their rooms, so the path to Larissa's office was clear. Relieved, she stopped before the office door and caught her breath. She was apprehensive about meeting someone in the hallways and explaining to them what she was doing at school on a Friday night after everyone had gathered. It would be even worse if that person were Artemis or Gaia. Although they were already aware of her relationship with Larissa, Calista didn't need them to know her intentions at that moment.

She took a minute to look at herself and make sure only her legs and high heels were showing when Larissa laid eyes on her. Making sure everything was tidy, she knocked lightly on the door, waiting expectantly for a response. A few seconds later, which seemed like long minutes, she heard Larissa's voice shout from inside the room, "Come in, please." Calista was feeling butterflies in her stomach. It was her first time doing this, and she wasn't sure if approaching Larissa at her workplace was an intelligent strategy, but it was too late. She opened the door slowly and poked her head inside.

Larissa was sitting at her desk with her eyes fixed on the laptop screen and her brows furrowed. She was so engrossed in her work that she missed Calista's head peeking through the doorway to take a look. When she moved her eyes over the screen to greet the person who knocked on her door, she found Calista standing in front of her desk, in a long coat and a bag over her shoulder. If Larissa had looked a few seconds earlier, she would have noticed the high heels, and Calista's presence there would have been evident. But her fixation with work benefited Calista's plans.

"Darling, what are you doing here at this hour? Did something happen?" Larissa's eyes moved from Calista's face to the bag on her shoulder, raising her eyebrows in a mix of doubt and curiosity.

Letting the bag slide off her shoulders until it fell to the floor, Calista slowly walked around Larissa's table, untying the knot on her coat. "I thought it would be relaxing and fun to pay you a visit after a long day at work." The coat fell open, and Calista let it down her body, revealing the lingerie underneath.

Larissa gasped, and her jaw dropped open when she saw Calista in front of her in just her underwear. Calista was wearing a red corset with lace details and a garter belt. Larissa's eyes slowly went down Calista's body to her feet, and only then did Larissa notice the high heels. She had already seen Calista in high heels, but their combination with the lingerie highlighted her body.

Calista walked towards Larissa and stood between her and her desk, sitting on the edge and resting her hands on either side. "So? Do you think you can stop working now?" It was a rhetorical question. Larissa seemed to have forgotten entirely about her work, yet she nodded slowly without taking her eyes off Calista's body.

"Let's go to the room-" Larissa started to get up, but Calista put her hand on her shoulder and guided her back to the armchair.

"No. We can start right here," she said, leaning forward and resting her hands on the arms of the chair and kissing around Larissa's mouth. "And there's a surprise for you in the bag. Can you go get it for me?" Calista whispered in Larissa's ear.

Larissa quickly got up, walked around the table, and picked up her bag from the floor. Returning to her seat, she unzipped the purse on her lap. Inside was the double-ended strap-on. Larissa opened her eyes wide and looked at Calista.

"I remember a certain text about a fantasy of me wearing the strap-on," Calista smirked at Larissa. "And I would like to fulfill that fantasy today. If you want to, of course." She stopped, waiting for Larissa.

Larissa got up from the armchair, held Calista's face, and kissed her intensely. Usually, the kiss between the two started slow. It gradually intensified as the making out progressed, but Larissa could not utter all the words since Calista's coat opened and transformed into a hungry kiss.

"I believe you noticed the lack of lube inside the bag," Calista said between kisses. "I'm going to need your help putting on the strap-on." Larissa moaned at this.

Larissa's hands traveled over Calista's body, touching her breasts over the corset and rubbing her thumb over her nipples. The kisses went down Calista's neck, where Larissa was nibbling.

"Can you keep this?" Larissa whispered in Calista's ear. "The lingerie, I mean. Can you keep wearing it?"

"Do you want me to keep wearing the lingerie while I fuck you?" Larissa whimpered when she heard those words and nodded, earning a giggle from Calista. “I’ll keep it for you, my love.”

Larissa's kisses continued down Calista's body until they reached her thighs. Calista was still leaning on the edge of Larissa's table. Kneeling, Larissa held Calista's legs and gave a slight tug, asking her to open them further. Larissa was kissing Calista's inner thighs while caressing her legs when her hands bumped into the straps of her high heels.

"You should keep them, too," Larissa said as she kissed Calista's thighs.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll keep the whole outfit for you." Calista lowered her gaze and met Larissa's.

"You look beautiful in it." Larissa maintained eye contact. "And delicious." Her mouth closed over Calista's pussy.

Calista arched her back, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Larissa's kisses and caresses were already making her feel a tickle between her legs and a slight throbbing. Calista dripped, soaking her panties. Larissa felt it as soon as her mouth touched the fabric. She sniffed Calista's arousal and grunted softly.

With her fingertips, Larissa threw Calista's panties to the side and lightly kissed her clit. With her other hand, Larissa slid her fingers between Calista's slit, collecting the moisture at the tips.

"Oh, baby, you're so wet." Larissa put her fingers to her mouth and hummed. "As always, you taste so delicious."

Calista smiled and opened her eyes when she heard Larissa. Through the mirror on the ceiling, Calista could see Larissa kneeling between her legs, and this sight made her more horny.

"You look so beautiful, giving head." She said, looking through the mirror. Adjusting her body, Larissa looked up, and her gaze met Calista's, smiling mischievously.

“Keep watching, darling, while I eat you out,” Larissa commanded.

Calista couldn't take her eyes off the mirror even if she wanted to. She felt Larissa's tongue playing with her clit while she looked into her eyes. Larissa's tongue danced on Calista's labia, sliding down to her entrance, where she gave small thrusts with the tip. In no time, Larissa took her eyes off the mirror, looking Calista in the eyes and noticing every reaction of her body.

The pace set by Larissa was slow. She teased Calista with her tongue, and her fingertips played with her soaked entrance. Calista's tension in her lower abdomen increased, and she began to grind her hips, riding Larissa's face, looking for an extra touch.

Larissa kept her eyes in the mirror, and by the movement of Calista's body, she knew that the first orgasm was close. Her tongue circled Calista's clit, and she inserted two fingers inside her hole, feeling the walls tightening around them. Larissa bent her fingers, touching Calista's sweet spot.

Calista tried to keep her eyes open, but when Larissa curled her fingers inside her, she felt her muscles tense and her belly coiled. She came, placing her hands behind Larissa's head and grabbing her by the hair; she rode harder on Larissa's tongue until her muscles relaxed. Larissa watched the entire scene in the mirror, moaning and licking Calista's cum.

Larissa remained on her knees, kissing Calista's thighs while waiting for her to return from her peak. Calista kept her hand on Larissa's head, but now she lightly stroked her scalp. Calista finally relaxed, and her head fell forward; opening her eyes, she found Larissa watching her with adoring eyes. They smiled at each other, and Larissa leaned back to grab the strap-on.

Larissa passed the straps between Calista's legs and up to her hips. Since Calista was going to keep her lingerie on, she brought her panties to one side so that Larissa could insert the dildo into her slit. As predicted, Calista didn't need any further lubrication; the dildo easily penetrated her core, and she felt her walls squeeze it slightly.

Larissa sat on the edge of her armchair and admired Calista with the strap-on. Her breath was shallow with anticipation. "You look beautiful." She managed to say. Calista blushed and smiled. Larissa approached Calista with the chair and touched the silicone dick. She remembered the night of the school reunion when Larissa shifted for the first time. "Can I?" She asked, looking at Calista, her cheeks blushing slightly.

"Please," Calista replied softly. Larissa advanced towards the cock, swallowing its entire length. Calista hissed as Larissa's lips closed on the dong. She didn't feel Larissa's mouth, but the view she had was privileged and made her more horny. Larissa knew what to do. Her head movements guided the dildo inside Calista, causing it to poke her inner walls.

Larissa sucked the strap-on vigorously so that Calista felt the second orgasm being built. She had her hands on either side of Calista's hips, grabbing and digging her nails into her skin protected by the fabric of the corset. Calista held on to the edge of Larissa's table with one hand, and the other lightly pushed Larissa's head in thrusts. A short time later, Calista came throwing her body backward. She feels her clitoris throb with the second stimulus in a row.

Larissa got up from the chair, grabbed Calista by the back of her head, and pulled her towards her mouth. Calista was still coming back from her orgasm when she was surprised by Larissa's kiss. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around Larissa's neck.

"Where do you want me, darling?" Larissa asked softly, biting Calista's earlobe.

Calista grunted at that. "Bend over your desk, ass up and legs spread," Calista said hoarsely, eliciting a smile from Larissa.

With one last kiss, Larissa did as Calista said. She bent over the table, propping herself up on her elbows, her hips thrust up, and she spread her legs. Calista rubbed Larissa's ass over her skirt, feeling and squeezing it. Her hands ran down the sides of Larissa's legs, grabbing a handful of fabric and pulling it up.

Larissa's pale, smooth skin was on display, and only her panties were in the way. Digging her fingers into the waistband, Calista knelt, pulling down Larissa's panties. Larissa's pussy glistened with her arousal.

With her hands on each cheek, Calista spread Larissa's ass and mouthed her pussy. Larissa let her head fall into her arms when she felt Calista's hot tongue between her legs, moaning loudly. Being eaten out from behind gave Larissa a submissive feeling. Even though she liked being on top, she had to admit that Calista's attitude turned her on.

Calista slid her tongue from the clit to Larissa's entrance. She paused for a moment with her tongue on Larissa's hole, circling the edge with the tip and thrusting inside her. Larissa writhed and moaned, placing her forehead on the tabletop and stretching her arms, holding the opposite end of the table.

After fucking Larissa long enough with her tongue, Calista turned to the clit. She widened her tongue to cover the entire bud, rubbing it slowly as her head bobbed up and down. Larissa knew she would cum quickly; Calista's position and dominance made it more tangible. Playing with the tongue speeded up the process, and when Calista started sucking her clit it was the final straw. Larissa's body stiffened, and she came screaming Calista's name.

Larissa threw her body onto the table, catching her breath and relaxing. Calista had gotten up and was rubbing her back under her shirt with one hand and with the other, rubbing the tip of her dick against Larissa's slit.

"Are you okay, my love? Shall I continue?" Calista smiled when she saw Larissa turn her head and nod with a still somewhat cloudy look.

Calista positioned her dick at Larissa's entrance and slowly slipped it inside. Larissa was beyond wet, so it easily slid in, finding brief resistance in the walls still clenching in emptiness. Larissa leaned back on her elbows, pushing her ass up more and allowing Calista greater access.

Calista waited until Larissa adjusted, keeping her body still as she stroked her lower back. Promptly, Larissa began to thrust her hips toward Calista's crotch as a silent request for her to start moving.

"Eager?" Calissa smiled, moving her hips slowly back and forth.

"You can not imagine how much." Larissa threw her head back and closed her eyes.

Calista held Larissa by the hips while pounding her hard. With each thrust, the dildo inside Calista poked her wall with the same force she applied to Larissa's hole. It was difficult to hold back the orgasm when she was fucking Larissa from behind with her bent over her desk with her ass stuck out. Larissa knew that Calista couldn't hold it for long, so she started wiggling while Calista stuck the dick into her to make the other’s life a little more complicated.

"Oh, Riss. You're not making it easy for me." Calista's breathing was shorter, and she felt her walls twitching around the dildo.

"That was never my intention, my dear. I want it harder, Lis. Harder and deeper." Larissa said, looking into Calista's eyes.

Calista felt a burning sensation in her chest when she heard Larissa, and her breathing hitched. She reached one of her hands towards Larissa's bun, intertwining her fingers and pulling her hair so that Larissa was now looking up. Larissa moaned and squirmed. Calista dug her other hand into Larissa's hip, keeping her still between Calista's legs and the table's edge.

Calista pounded her dick hard inside Larissa's pussy. She could feel that Larissa was close to cumming. She was too. Releasing Larissa's hair, Calista held her by the shoulders and increased the speed and strength of her thrusts. Larissa's legs hit the table, creaking slightly but not moving.

"Oh, Lis, keep going. I'm going to cum." Larissa moaned, and her body began to stiffen. Calista was tired, but she wouldn't stop until Larissa finished.

Larissa came, throwing her hips back and pressing the dick inside her. That movement was enough for Calista to cum, too, as she felt the dildo inside her move in precisely the right spot. Calista fell onto Larissa's back, catching her breath. Larissa was lying with her cheeks on the tabletop, feeling Calista breathing on her back. Calista moved slowly, gently pulling out of Larissa. Larissa groaned at the emptiness and remained lying for a few more seconds.

Calista unbuckled the strap-on and let it fall to the floor. She straightened her panties, hissing when the fabric touched her super-sensitive clit. She hugged Larissa from behind and helped her get up from the table. Larissa sat in her armchair, pulling Calista onto her lap. The two remained silent, catching their breath and caressing each other.

"I love you, Riss," Calista whispered, hiding her face in the crook of Larissa's neck.

"I love you too, my darling." Larissa wrapped her arms around Calista and squeezed her lightly in a hug.

"I think we need a shower." Calista laughed as she traced her fingertips across Larissa's collarbones.

"Shower? No, my dear. I'm not done with you for the night yet. Now it's my turn to use the strap-on." Larissa chuckled.

She picked up the strap from the floor and got up from the chair with Calista in her arms, bridal style.

"Let's move this to the bed." Larissa kissed Calista, carrying her to the bedroom.

Pushing Towards You Series

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crienneoftarth · 1 year ago

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Wildest Dreams pt. III

Larissa Weems x inexperienced!fem reader

notes: pls don’t ask why it took so much less time to write this chapter… im sure you can guess. once again, ive never written smut so… im doing my best. also i am not here for realism, but for fun. so if shit does not make sense, that’s not on me tbh lmao

warnings: THIS ONE IS ACTUALLY SMUTTY. 18+ only! mommy kink, oral (cunnilingus), strap-on, reader is SO subby (a bit of self insert mayhaps)

🖤 part I, II, and ao3 🖤

As you straddle her thighs, you suddenly become very aware of how wet you already are for her. You wanted her so badly and now she would definitely be able to tell. It was impossible to hide, especially after she began to kiss you again and you couldn’t help but buck your hips, aching for a moment of contact. The older woman chuckles at your eagerness in between kisses.

Her voice lowers into almost a grow and she grabs your hips tightly, “I can feel how bad you want me, my thigh is soaked from your grinding…”

Just her saying that made it even worse. In that tone, her accent, it was too much. You try to hide in her neck out of embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, Larissa…” You were basically out of breathe at this point but you tried to hold yourself still.

You feel her long fingers and nails snake their way into your hair before she whispers, “Don’t be sorry, pet. Keep going and don’t stop until I say so, understood?”

Whimpering softly as you nod, her fingers now tugging at your hair and her lips trailing kisses down your neck. “No… I need to hear you say it… Use your words for me, darling.”

“I understand, Larissa.” You manage to say, as you feel her other hand coming up your thigh and your hips begin to grind against her, once again.

The blonde can’t help but moan at the sound of her name, “Mmmm… I do love hearing my name coming out of your pretty mouth, but I would much prefer mommy… Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes, mommy. I’ll do anything you ask!” Your hips begin to move faster, needlessly begging for more contact. Larissa’s lips are still on your neck, slowly leaving red lipstick and purple marks on your skin. The blonde hums into the crook of your neck as her fingers reach your lace panties, “Such a good girl, I suppose it’s time for me to reward you for being so obedient.” Suddenly her fingers pull your panties to the side before plunging one finger into your core. You cry out as she fills you and begins to thrust her palm against your swollen clit.

Larissa hasn’t stopped nipping at your neck even as she’s fucking you, “Will you take another finger for me, sweetling?”

“Yes, mommy-! Please…” You were already so close to cumming but you waited for permission. Larissa eagerly pushed another finger inside, moaning at the feeling of your slick folds taking her so easily.

“‘Rissa… M-mommy, I’m so close already…!” You stumble on your words, completely out of breath as your hips vigorously move against her hand.

“Oh, is that so, darling? Well I’m not sure I want you to cum quite yet. I have other plans for you.” She snickers as she pulls her fingers out of your aching core. You let out a whimper as her nails graze over your clit, your eyes are practically full of needy tears as you realize that she’s stopped.

“Don’t worry, pet. If you keep being good, I’ll finish you off.” You watch as she slowly brings her fingers that were just inside of you to her faded red lips. Your eyes meet as she sticks out her tongue, licking your juices from them, before pulling them into her mouth and letting out a deep moan. After a moment, she pulls them out with a popping sound.

“Fuck, you taste divine. I wouldn’t expect any less from such a beautiful woman.” She leans forward and pulls you into a deep kiss. Her tongue pushes its way into your mouth, the faint taste of you on her tongue causes you to moan. You pull away from her lips and take her hand, pushing the same two fingers in your mouth. The blonde smiles and closes her eyes as your tongue dances around her long fingers. After a moment, she pulls them back out and gently kisses you.

Your pupils fully dilated with lust and yearning, you ask what she would like for you to do.

Larissa giggles softly, “So eager to please, hmm? So adorable. Here… I want you to do something for me now, alright?”

You nod obediently. Your legs were weak and shaky but you managed to get up off of her lap and sit on the soft mattress next to her. She grins and stands up in front of you. Turning around, she loops her fingers around both straps of her dress. She glances back to see you staring with your mouth practically on the floor. You blush as she laughs at you, before facing away again and slowly pulling her dress down her delicate curves.

The pale blue dress falls to the floor and you realize that the older woman wasn’t wearing anything underneath the entire time. You blush thinking about how close you were to her and you were none the wiser.

You studied each of her silver curls that laid gently over her shoulders and back before tracing the rest of her pale curves. You could stare at her forever and memorize every freckle, wrinkle and line. The tall woman turns around in her heels and gives you another moment to take in your new view of her body. She giggles as you inhale sharply at the sight of her. “Do me a favor, sweetheart? There’s a… Treat for you in the bottom drawer of the nightstand there.”

You swallow roughly before leaning over the bed, reaching the bottom drawer she mentioned. Your mind went through the million things that could await you as you slowly opened it, revealing a blue silicone dildo that was already attached to a harness. Your eyes widened and you looked over at Larissa, who had a devilish smile on her face. “Bring it here, won’t you, my darling?”

Your face was hot as you walked over to her, dildo in hand. “Thank you, sweetling. Now, go ahead get those clothes off for me, alright? I’ll help you into this.”

Your eyes grow big while she takes the toy in her hand, slowly stepping out of your skirt and removing the blouse you were wearing. She examines you closely as you strip before leaning over to help you into the harness. You step into it carefully and she pulls it up over your legs, adjusting the straps tightly.

“I-I’ve never worn one of these… I’m not sure I know what to do…” You say nervously as she stands back up in front of you. You try not to look at the toy protruding from your pelvis, embarrassed at how you look to her.

She gently takes your face in one hand, “I know you’ll be perfect. And if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, please, don’t hesitate to tell me. Okay, sweetheart?”

You kiss her hand and nod, “I’ll be okay, I’m just nervous.”

“I’ll teach you, you’ll be a pro in no time, I promise.” She giggles and pulls you into a kiss. After a few kisses, she steps back and lays back onto the bed. You blush at the sight of her spreading her thighs for you. You still couldn’t believe you had even gotten into this situation at all, let alone with such a goddess of a woman. You were shy but tried to be as confident as you possibly could, to please her. Climbing onto the bed, she smiled at you as you got in a comfortable position between her legs.

“I want your tongue in me first… Will you do that?”

“Of course, mommy. Anything for you…” You had been waiting all night to taste her and now she was spread just for you. You could see that she was dripping onto the sheets, just the sight of her like this was enough to send you over the edge. Laying on your stomach in front of her, you kiss down her thighs and leave little nibbles as you approach closer to her center. She was already moaning and whimpering at the feeling of your teeth against her soft skin.

Her fingers tangled themselves in your hair as you started to gently lap up her wet folds. After a moment of teasing her clit, she pulls your head closer. “Y-your tongue… Feels so good, darling. I want to feel it inside me. No more teasing.” She tells you sternly, trying not to beg but you could tell she was on the verge of whimpering for you. As much as you wanted to teaser her a little longer, you did as you were told and your tongue made its way into her warm center. Her thighs quickly tightened around your head as your tongue explored her, you pushed them back apart without thinking of the possible consequences. All she could do was moan at your sudden change in confidence, “That’s a good girl… You feel so fucking good.”

Her hips began to buck against the motions of your tongue and the vibrations of your own moans against her. She pulls up your head, both of you out of breath and her wetness glistening on your chin, “Put that cock to good use for me now, okay? I know you’ll be perfect for mommy.”

You climb up to her lips to kiss her and she licks the juices from your face, before pulling you into a kiss. One of your hands makes its way to her hardened nipple, gently squeezing as you begin to kiss down her chin and neck. You take the other nipple into your mouth as you continue to gently pinch the other between your fingers.

“Baby… Fuck… I want you inside of me so bad…” She lets out in between pornographic moans.

Your tongue flicks her nipple before biting down and she cries out as your teeth graze the sensitive skin. “Fuck me, right now…” she orders, roughly pulling the toy to her cunt. “Put your fucking cock in me now!”

You waste no time and do as you're told, pushing the toy inside of her slowly at first. The moan she lets out once you’re fully inside of her makes your body shiver. You take a moment to get used to the motions, watching her every reaction to your movements, wishing you were actually inside of her and feeling her walls contract around you. You can’t take your eyes off of each other. Even as she squirms underneath you, her eyes stay locked onto yours, glossed over with lust.

She wanted every inch of the toy you were pushing into her eager cunt. “More, darling… I can take it, you can be a little rough with me…” She says breathlessly, chuckling softly, her breasts moving to the rhythm of your thrusts. You want her to cum so badly, you want to please her, so you move your hips harder and faster against her. The sound of your bodies hitting each other gets louder as you continue to push deeper inside her.

“Oh my god… I knew you would be so good at this. Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

You watch as her beautiful blue eyes roll back into her head and her back arches as you move into a slower rhythm, leaning over and burying your face into her neck. She drags her fingernails down your back and you cry out. “Don’t whine. I didn’t tell you to slow down, pet. You don’t get to stop until I say so.” She sternly growls into your ear. You quickly return to speed, you could never refuse what she asks of you.

“Good. Fucking. Girl. You don’t get to stop until I cum all over your cock, understand?”

“Y-yes, mommy… I won’t stop, I promise…” You manage to say and continue pounding into her. The feeling of the harness pushing against your own clit made it difficult to not orgasm yourself, but you knew you would be punished if you let yourself cum before her. But maybe you wanted to be punished by her… Maybe you wanted her to throw you over her knee and spank you until tears spilled down your cheeks and your ass was completely red. Maybe you wanted her to tie you to the bed and made you watch her fuck herself without letting you touch her. The thought of her disciplining you and absolutely ruining you causes your entire body to quiver.

Then you hear her. She screams out your name as she’s on the verge of orgasming. You never wanted anyone else to say your name ever again, it belonged to her.

You belonged to her.

And you both knew it.

You lean back upright so you can witness her beautiful face as she cums for you. Your hands steady her hips as you keep thrusting as deep as you can into her dripping cunt. Her hands grip the sheets on either side of her as she cries out, screaming endless profanities. You were honestly impressed with yourself that you could make her feel this way with your inexperience. But you had no time to get cocky before you realized her back had arched off of the bed as she reached climax… At last, it had happened so fast and yet it felt like hours.

The cock was pushed out by her contracting walls, causing her to let out a whine when it came out of her. You looked down and saw the soaking mess you made of her and you licked your lips with delight and desire.

She smiles at you and between heavy breaths she says, “I appreciate your enthusiasm, sweetheart, but I do believe it’s time for me to thank you properly.”

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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Except Me ~S16!Emily Prentiss xFem Reader

Inspired by @captainchilly ‘s post. Felt like this needed a blurb/fic of Emily finally getting fucked after the events of Season 16. With a cameo of S16 Spencer Reid!

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, pet names, smut, eating out, fingering, age gap (all legal), sex, etc.

Enjoy (;

It had been a week since the Sicarius case had closed, and Emily still couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

She was restless. Too restless.

There was so much unknown in the balance… What exactly was going to happen with Lee Duval? What was Gold Star? How were Doug, the Atorney General, and Tara’s ex connected to it?

In light of all this, Emily decided she would go visit one of her oldest and most trusted friends from the BAU— Spencer.

It was restless, too quiet Tuesday when Emily was making her way to the university Spencer was currently lecturing at.

Being a professor fit Spencer well; he had found more community and even a girlfriend. Emily was truly happy for him. But she also missed seeing his hope filled face and being around his information stuffed mind.

She sighed, exiting her parked car, and making her way to the lecture hall in which Spencer was just about finishing his 8am lecture on behavior.

Emily silently entered the classroom and waited patiently in the corner for Spencer to wrap up. He looked like he was truly in his element, Emily thought as she watched him talk.

Spencer noticed Emily the second she had entered the hall. He had sent her a warm smile as he continued to teach, followed by a look of concern washing over his face.

Eventually, Spencer wrapped up and dismissed the class, and the students all exited the lecture hall.

Emily made her way over to Spencer, “Hey Reid. How’s teaching treating you?”

“Hey Em, really good, thanks. How are you, I heard about your recent, more difficult case?” Reid responded, voice laced with concern and care.

As the two caught up, Spencer led Emily into his office for more privacy. They both sat down.

Emily sighed in defeat, “So yeah… and now where trying to figure out what this gold star is…”

“Emily, have you been sleeping?” Spencer interrupted Emily’s finishing conclusions on the case.

“Uh… I’m trying. It’s hard. Why?”

They both knew why…

There was silence in the room between the two old friends for a while.

“I… have a suggestion…” Spencer hesitated.

“Yes?” Emily asked, her features perking up at the sound of Spencer’s mind working out some sort of possible solution.

“When’s the last time you got laid, Emily?”

“I’m sorry?” Emily chocked on her own air.

“It.. it might be beneficial…” Spencer went right back to his younger, stuttering self, trying to explain himself, which made Emily’s heart melt.

He cleared his throat, “It might be beneficial for you. Sex is often shown to help with stress relief and insomnia.”

Emily scoffed.

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” She said while rubbing her temples.

“I may have someone.” Spencer offered.

“What?” Emily asked, not fully registering what Spencer was saying.

“A colleague of mine, a professor L/N, has her own set of obstacles, but the point is that she could benefit from having sex as well.”

Emily was flabbergasted.

“Spencer… You do know that just because we’re both not straight, does not mean we will immediately like each other right?” She skeptically questioned her friend.

“No, no, I know. But, will you just meet her? Her office is room 116.”

“Spencer, you amaze me sometimes…” Emily sighed in defeat, “But sure, if it will satisfy you, I will go talk to your colleague.”

Spencer had a grin plastered on his face at her words.

As Emily walked out to go find you in room 116, Spencer called out, “You can thank me later!”

Emily huffed as she made her way through the campus to your office.

Spencer wasn’t wrong though… She desperately needed to get laid…

But she was tired. She didn’t want to go deal with a rejection from a stranger. Especially right now.

Eventually, Emily found your office. She knocked at the door.

“Come in!” You called, while grading your seemingly never ending stacks of papers.

Emily heard your words, opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.

“Hello, How can I help you?” You asked the stranger in your office, setting your grading pen down for the moment.

“I’m Emily Prentiss, Dr. Reid’s friends.” Emily introduced herself, shaking your hand.

Your face lit up at her words, “Oh yes! I’m Y/N. Spencer has told me a good deal about his old team at the BAU. Please, do sit, although I don’t know exactly what I can do for you.”

Emily smiled at your kindness.

You both sat, and she began, “This is going to sound weird, but…” Emily took a deep breath, damn she hadn’t been this nervous in years… why was she this nervous…?

“But Spencer asked me to come down her and see you.”

“Oh is that so? And why might that be?” You asked, skeptical of what Spencer was pulling this time.

“He thinks… he thinks both of us need to get laid… and that we could help each other with our mutually respective dilemmas.” Emily tried to explain in, in the most understandable way, but she was being distracted by the butterflies in her stomach and the wetness pooling in her panties…

“He wants us to fuck?” You bluntly asked.

Oh, Emily was done for once you uttered those words…

“Yes.” She managed to respond with a even voice, even though her legs were clenching uncontrollably…

“Hmmmm…” you mused, taking in the woman in front you, you had to admit… Spencer taste for you was spot on…

“And what do you think? What do you want, Emily?” You asked the older, seasoned woman.

God, she wanted to hear her name in your mouth again…

“I think your quite young…” Emily responded with a slight strain to her voice.

“Hmmmm, does that bother you?”

“Not if it doesn’t bother you…” she whispered, her eyes clouding over with need.

“It doesn’t…” you immediately, lightly spoke back.

“Well in that case…” Emily began, but was interrupted as you got up from your chair.

You went over to the door, and for a second Emily panicked thinking you were leaving, but then she heard the lock click.

You then walked back and over to where Emily was sitting, scooting her chair to face you and not the desk.

“What were you saying…?” You whispered, looming over Emily, your eyes darkened with desperation.

“Doesn’t matter...” Emily whispered, grabbing your blouse and crashing her lips into yours. She pulled you into her lap, as her tongue explored your mouth.

You moaned in response, straddling her on the chair.

Emily grabbed a fist of your hair and pressed your lips into her hers even harder, eliciting whimpers from both of you.

Both of your hips grinded into the other in desperate need of some sort of friction.

You pulled away first from the kiss, quickly knelt down on the ground, and hurriedly began undoing her pants.

Emily realized what you were doing and moaned at the thought, quickly helping you to remove her pants.

You tore off her soaked panties and spread her legs across the chair legs.

“Please, god… fuck me…” Emily pleaded, grabbing your hair again and thrusting her soaked cunt to meet your face.

You happily complied to her request, diving into her pussy, lapping up her wetness and exploring her folds.

Emily moaned and mewled in delight.

You skillfully tongued through her folds, drawing out lewd moans which went straight to your own core.

And soon enough you felt Emily’s walls clenched around your tongue as she screamed out in pleasure.

You looked up after lapping up all of her juices to find a panting, sex fogged goddess.

You moaned at the sight.

Emily met your desperate eyes.

“Get on the desk, will ya love?” She lustfully moaned.

You quickly got up, sitting your ass on the edge of your desk.

Emily got up from her chair, legs a bit wobbly which you cheekily grinned at.

“Oh don’t worry Baby. You’ll be the one who can’t walk at the end of this…” Emily taunted at your cheeky grin towards her legs.

You gulped.

She grabbed your knees and guided your legs open for her access.

“I love your outfit, but it would look so much better on the floor, don’t ya think?” Emily purred.

You bit your lip and eagerly nodded, desperately removing all of your clothing.

Emily watched you, her mouth salivating at the sight of you.

You sat back on the edge of the desk, legs wide open for her access.

Emily hummed in delight.

She then kneeled on the floor, never losing eye contact as she licked a strip of your folds, causing you to shutter and let out a whimper.

“Please… no teasing…” you begged, bucking your hips up to meet her face.

Emily grinned at your begging, and complied with your request.

She just went straight into your pussy, tongue fucking your aching cunt relentlessly.

You grabbed and tugged her hair which only seemed to spur Emily on even more.

“Oh God!” You cried out, feeling yourself climbing to the edge of your high.

Emily couple sense your fluttering walls and how close you were. She added her thumb to your clit, and you were done for…

You came on her tongue, crying out her name, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You panted heavily and whinced as Emily cleaned your sensitive cunt up with her tongue.

She came up to your eye level with a mischievous little grin and a face full of cum to match yours.

Her lips crashed into yours once more. It’s was intoxicating, your taste mixing with hers.

Eventually, you both pulled away breathless.

“Damn.” Emily exclaimed, “We should do that again sometime.”

You chuckled at her comment and nodded, too speechless to form any words.

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elliesmainhoe · 5 months ago

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need ellie to take care of me drunk desperately

i love your writing 😭

Rescue Remedy

e.williams x fem!reader

summary: you call Ellie to come and rescue you from a bar after having a few too many drinks

warnings: alcohol, cigarettes, mentions of hangovers, slurred speech, drunk crying, fluff.

just realized this is basically a self insert vent post of a very similar situation I've been in LMAO

WC 1K

DAY 4 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

you were relieved when the familiar beaten up Ford focus pulled up beside you. you'd been sitting on the curb for almost 15 minutes- tear stained cheeks, smudged glitter and mascara as your body shook and jittered from both the cold Seattle night and the mixture of cigarette smoke and alcohol causing the most humbling case of hiccups you think you've ever had.

"Ells!" you whined, a new flood of tears streaming from your eyes at the sight of your night in shining armour- your girlfriend.

"c'mon sweet girl" she huffed, hair thrown up messily in the usual half up, half down style, clad in red and black checkered pyjama pants, black hoodie that was splattered with paint topped off with the obnoxious lime green crocks you'd gotten her for her one Christmas, of course decked out in charms shed collected over the past few months.

before you could even process it you were sitting in the passenger seat, leather seats sticking to your sweat glazed skin, and sobs turning to hiccups.

this had been the worst night out you'd had since your 21st. and as soon as the car revved and moved down the road, Ellie's hand pressed firmly on your bare thigh, the fabric of your dress not long enough to cover the majority of your thigh.

"what happened sweet girl?" oh and by that one question, it's like Ellie had opened a flood gate.

firstly, you got to the club of choice after having to walk almost a mile from where your designated driver had parked, accompanied by a couple of friends. after queuing on the curb for almost thirty minutes, you reached the front of the queue and then promptly realized you had left you purse. with your id. in the car. a mile away.

so after you'd trekked all the way to the car, retrieving your purse and id, getting back to the club, queuing for another 30 minutes, on your own this time- as your friends who had not forgotten their id decided to go in and leave you to sort your shit out.

let's just say you were already a little pissed off.

secondly, you got in the club and it stunk. not just of sweat and booze, but piss. fucking piss. and to top that all off you couldn't find your friends so- you did what any other sane person would do and ordered shots.

shots that were actually doubles, but of course you hadnt realized that until way too late.

which leads into the final stage of the night, your head being deep in a grimy toilet bowl, knees bruised from having to kneel on tiles that were not grouted properly and pieces of them shot out and cut at your skin.

and by that point you had gotten out your phone, which was now on 7% charge because you had offers to use your GPS and it drained all your battery, and was a blubbering mess on call with your girlfriend.

you would later have to retell the story again, as apparently according to Ellie- she couldn't understand a word you were saying, just nodding along in a desperate attempt to keep you awake long enough to get a glass of water and a slice of toast down you.

it must have been during your tangent when you'd gotten home, as when you finally finished your incoherent mumbling you were sitting on the beat up leather couch of yours and Ellie's apartment, a couch you'd hated as soon as you moved in, but Ellie had a weird attachment to so it stayed in it's place, the first thing you saw when you entered the home.

Ellie was kneeling in front of you, sitting between your thighs and facing you, holding up a large glass of water,

"sip baby" she spoke softly, to which you groaned.

"do- do- I haveeeeeee to?" you whined, batting your eyelashes in an attempt to distract your girlfriend "jus' wan' sleep"

"you can sleep after you drink that." after another groan you took a sip of the glass of water- admittedly, it was refreshing, however you still gagged to prove a point.

"good girl" she purred, standing up and kissing your forehead, moving over to the cabinet to grab a packet of pills.

"fuck off"

she laughs, moving back with a small white pill in the palm of her hand, to which you begrudgingly take after Ellie promises to take you to get ice cream the day after.

you felt your eyelids droop once more, you couldn't tell if it was sleep, or just your false eyelashes becoming suddenly very heavy, you whine "'m tired ells..."

"alright I hear you, c'mon baby" she sighs, leaving a half eaten piece of toast on the coffee table, one arm supporting your back and the other under your knees as she made her way to your bedroom, plopping you on the mattress and you sigh, already drifting to sleep before you screech at the feeling of something wet in your face.

"hey- hey" Ellie laughs, "I'm just taking off your makeup baby, just taking off your makeup", she smiles, dragging a cotton pad across your skin, taking off the creams and powders you had applied previously, smudged mascara coming off with it.

Ellie was thankful you'd taken off your clothes as soon as you stepped foot into the apartment saying something which she thinks was "dresses like these are modern day torture devices"- but with the way you slur your words when drunk she could never be sure, leaving you just in your underwear, making her job a whole lot easier.

trying to maneuver you, who had now dropped on the mattress like a deadweight, would've been a too strenuous task for 3am.

after discarding the used wipes and pulling your hair back into a very messy ponytail, Ellie scooted in beside you, the mattress sinking as you unconsciously snuggle in closer, head nuzzling into the girls neck, her hand going around to caress your back, soothing you into an easy sleep.

the hangover tomorrow was going to be horrible.

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The third time I've tried to write this, I almost gave up 🥰

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vampiefemme · 10 months ago

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𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 | 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

description: you’ve been getting closer to ellie lately and, unbeknownst to you, your blossoming crush is entirely reciprocated. cue your first smoke sesh together… and a little something more, too. [modern au, ellie and reader are both over 18]

warnings: weed use, oral sex, fingering. this fic is 18+, minors do not interact.

author’s note: my first ellie fic and my first fic on this blog! pls be nice :) let me know what you think <3

The first few times you hung out with Ellie, she’d offered you a joint. It’s no secret that Ellie’s the town’s top dealer, a welcome sight at rowdy house parties, her backpack stuffed with ziplock bags of the best bud around. You’d tried weed before, had taken a puff or two from poorly-rolled blunts here and there, but you’d never particularly enjoyed it. Mostly, you’d just coughed up a lung and felt nothing but a vague lightheadedness. So when Ellie rolled up a joint the first time you’d come over to her place, offering you a drag after she’d sparked up, you’d politely declined.

Ellie had arched a brow. “You mind if I smoke? Shit - I can put it out.”

Before you’d had the chance to respond, she was already reaching for the ashtray on her nightstand, ceramic and painted to resemble an eight-ball.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you interjected, reaching out and touching her wrist almost involuntarily. You pushed down the flurry of butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the contact. God, you had to be touch-starved or something. Since when did touching someone’s arm make your heart skip a beat?

Ellie looked at you with a guarded kind of suspicion, like she didn’t believe that you were fine with her smoking. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you said, lips curling into an encouraging smile. “I don’t mind weed, it just doesn’t do anything for me.”

“Huh.” Ellie nodded. She lifted the joint to her lips again and you glanced away, chest tightening from the sight of her lips pursing.

“If you ever wanna try again,” she paused to exhale a plume of smoke, intentionally avoiding your direction, “let me know. Not to, like, toot my own horn or anything, but I’ve never had someone try my weed and not like it.”

You let out an easy laugh. “Okay, we’ll have to see about that.”

Ellie was smiling at you, those green eyes twinkling like so many stars. “No pressure.”

That was months ago, when the summer heat still blazed from sunrise to sunset. It’s mid-winter now, the chill nipping at your cheeks and the end of your nose. To your agony, it hasn’t gotten any easier to breathe when you touch Ellie - when she greets you with a hug and a smile at her front door, you feel like you’re paralyzed with want. And Ellie’s probably none the wiser, of course. You wonder if she’s ever noticed the way your breath hitches when she stretches out on the couch beside you, leaning her head on your shoulder while some tacky eighties film lights up the television screen. You figure she’s oblivious - she’s just being friendly. She probably doesn’t even know you like girls, anyway. Plus, she doesn’t shy away from talking about the girls she’s been with before. You’ve spent more than a few nights seething with jealousy as she recounted her latest hookup, schooling your expression into one of disinterest or even mild enthusiasm.

It’s been a while since she’s talked like that, luckily. You’re grateful you don’t have to feign excitement about Ellie’s latest conquests anymore.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Ellie interrupts your internal monologue, hands still working at the joint in her lap. She’s got a pile of ground-up weed on a rolling tray, sprinkling it into the perfectly-rolled cone like it’s muscle memory. It probably is.

“Nothing,” you blurt, cheeks warming. “Sorry, just zoned out for a second.”

“Oh, bullshit,” Ellie quips, rolling her eyes despite the smile playing at her lips. “What, you can’t tell me? I thought we were friends, cherry.”

You flush anew at the nickname. She’d picked it out for you after you’d scarfed down an entire jar of maraschino cherries one night, after Ellie had bought them for ice cream sundaes. You’d never live that down… But you’re not sure you want to, because every time the nickname leaves Ellie’s lips, you feel like you’re glowing bright red with admiration.

“We are friends!” You nudge Ellie’s shoulder with yours, rolling your eyes with that same playfulness she’d expressed. “Sorry, it’s just - it’s embarrassing.”

Ellie narrows her eyes. It’s like you can see the cogs turning in her head. “Embarrassing? What, you got a crush on some guy or something?”

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, she’s prattling on again. “Y’know, just ‘cause I’m gay doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me about your crushes. Swear I won’t be weird about it.”

Oh god.

“It’s not - I’m not…” You sigh, gaze lowering to your lap, where you’re fiddling with your hands. Should you tell her? You should probably tell her.

“I like girls, you know.”

It’s quiet for so long that you need to look up at Ellie to make sure she’s still there, still listening. And she is; her eyes are glued to you, wide in disbelief.

“What?” You feel like a bug under a microscope with her looking at you like that. “Is it that hard to believe?”

Ellie shakes her head emphatically. “No, no - it’s not. I just didn’t expect that.”

She turns away to finish rolling the joint, twisting the very end of the paper until it forms a little point. “Guess you’re just full of surprises, huh, cherry?”

You bite your lip to stifle a smile, but Ellie sees it anyway.

“So who’s the lucky girl?” She asks, rummaging through her pocket until she finds her lighter. You watch Ellie spark the joint, the twisted end catching fire until the cherry starts to glow. Ellie takes a few puffs and the scent of smoke tickles your nose.

“I’d prefer not to say,” you tell her, chewing on the inside of your lip. Your nerves are off the wall; you’re so anxious that the joint in Ellie’s slender fingers is suddenly tempting.

Ellie scoffs. “Boring.”

She looks up at you as she flicks ash off the end of the joint, and when she notices you eyeing it, her brows lift.

“Want some? Will that make you spill?”

You huff a nervous laugh, toying with the ends of your hair. “No… I don’t know. Maybe?”

Ellie whoops, her free hand curling into a fist of victory. “Fuck yeah. Here, take it.”

She offers you the joint and you take it, but not without a moment or two of hesitation. You will the anxiety away with the thought that you probably won’t feel anything. Ellie watches as you bring the joint to your lips and inhale, praying you won’t cough and make a fool of yourself. Especially not with Ellie watching so intently.

By the grace of some kind of divine being, you don’t cough. Your throat tickles, and you feel emboldened to take one more hit, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You imagine your body relaxing, the knot in your stomach unwinding. You hand the joint back to Ellie and she takes a puff of her own, her lips curled into the faintest little smirk.

“So…” Ellie trails off expectantly.

“God, you’re persistent,” you groan. She just peers at you knowingly from behind a veil of smoke.

“There’s not much to tell,” you say. “I’ve had a crush on this girl for a while now, but I don’t think she feels the same.”

“Have you asked her?” Ellie prompts, flicking ash off the joint.

You shake your head. “No way.”

“Then,” Ellie pauses to take another hit, “how do you know she doesn’t feel the same?”

You should be feeling anxious with her drilling you like this - you know you should. Usually, you’d be retreating into yourself with every prodding question Ellie asks. But all you feel now is yearning; there’s an ache in your chest that only she can remedy. And, clearly, Ellie’s clueless about it.

You don’t want her to be clueless, you realize.

The words leave your lips before you can think better of them. “Do you, Ellie?”

Her brows knit together, forming a crease that you’ve memorized by now - like every other freckle and wrinkle on her face. “Huh? Do I what?”

You reach for the joint and she yields it without question.

“Do you feel the same about me?”

The weed has certainly helped with your nerves, you think, watching Ellie’s expression shift from confusion to realization. Her plush lips part, but all that comes out is a series of stammers and false sentence starts: “I—you—what?”

Fuck it, you think. You stretch out to reach the nightstand beside Ellie’s bed, leaving the joint in one of the ashtray’s notches. A steady stream of smoke ribbons upward from the fading cherry.

“Ellie,” you start, settling back into your place on the rug. You look at her to find her already staring at you, blinking. “It’s you. I have a crush on you. It’s been—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ellie interjects, voice softer than you’d expected.

You blink. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, I guess. And you always talked about other girls, so I thought you just… Weren’t interested.”

“Cherry.” Ellie sits up on her knees so she can get closer to you, the sleeves of her oversized flannel slipping down to her forearms as she reaches out and grabs your face. Her touch is gentle but firm, insistent. You can feel the callouses on her fingers against your skin, her thumbs brushing up against your cheekbones, and the air is suddenly so thin you can hardly inhale.

“I have… I’ve had feelings for you for so long. So fucking long, cherry.” Ellie’s gaze is intense, eyes boring into you. You feel exposed, raw, alive with something electric.

You stare right back at her, frozen in her grasp.

“But you were always talking about other girls,” you say. Doubt lingers in the back of your head; this is too good to be true. Right?

“I know, fuck, I’m sorry,” Ellie sighs. “I thought you weren’t interested in me. Thought it was hopeless, y’know? My perfect best friend having feelings for me? Unreal.”

One of Ellie’s hands smooths over your hair; it’s something she’s done plenty of times before, but it feels different now. More intimate, with your shared confessions between you.

“Wanna know something?” Ellie asks then plows on, not really waiting for an answer, “I stopped hooking up with other girls a while ago. I just… Couldn’t.”

You nod in understanding. Your eyelids feel heavy all of the sudden, each blink heavier than the last.

“They weren’t you,” Ellie adds.

They weren’t you, her words echo in your mind.

“Ellie,” you breathe. Her face is impossibly close; you can pick out every detail of her face. Each pore, each freckle, each fleck of brown in her green eyes. You can smell the weed smoke on her breath.

“Cherry,” she responds, voice hushed just as low as yours. “Cherry. Can I kiss you?”

“God, yes,” you practically whine.

When Ellie kisses you for the first time, she tastes like relief.

Her lips are soft and insistent against yours, the pad of her thumb warm against your cheek as you lean in closer to kiss her back. It’s like time has gone still; the hum of the speaker on Ellie’s dresser fades away, as does the sound of the winter winds hissing and whooshing against the window. All you know is Ellie: her hand slipping down the length of your back to grab your hip, her mouth hot and needy against yours. It’s a desperate sort of kiss, one that you’d both been yearning for, and months of pining drain from your mouth to hers, then back again.

You’re not sure if you’d been kissing for seconds or hours when Ellie finally breaks away, gasping.

“Fuck,” she whispers. The tip of her nose brushes against your cheek, then your nose. “We should stop, before I…”

She trails off but you know exactly what she’d left unsaid. And your stomach flips in response; the mere thought of what else Ellie might do with her mouth has your cunt throbbing.

Ellie’s hand leaves your hip and it’s like she’s left a burn there - one shaped like her touch, a scathing outline on your skin.

“I don’t want to stop,” you find the courage to admit.

You’re not sure who makes the first move this time - only that you’re kissing again, swallowing Ellie’s pleased moans as your tongue prods between her lips. You gasp and pant into each other’s mouths, hands roaming on newly discovered skin; Ellie’s hands slip beneath your tee, her palms hot against your abdomen, your hips, your lower back. When her fingers find the clasp of your bra and unfasten it, you practically shiver with anticipation, back arching into her touch.

“Whoa there,” Ellie laughs, nudging her nose against yours. You go in for another kiss, annoyed that she’d stopped, but she pulls back. “You’re sure you want this, cherry?”

“Please,” you say, taking advantage of the moment to pull your shirt over your head and set it aside. You toss your bra into the growing pile, turning back to Ellie to find her gaping at you.

“Christ,” she says, licking her lips, “you’re fucking perfect.”

She gives you one last heated kiss before her mouth moves to your jawline, then the column of your neck, where she leaves a trail of wet kisses. She sucks on a spot right on the crook of your neck, just shy of leaving a hickey, and your toes fucking curl.

Ellie only gives a low hum of approval at your reaction before she’s moving lower, lower. Her kisses cover your breasts, every inch of skin worshipped by her lips until she finally takes a peaked nipple into her mouth. You feel her tongue swirl against the sensitive bud and you nearly cry from the pleasure, one hand flying up to knot into her hair and tug.

Her gaze moves up to meet yours, and your cunt tightens again at the look of unbridled desire in her eyes - her lids are heavy, too, but you can’t tell if it’s from the weed or sheer lust. Maybe both, you’re not sure, but you don’t have much time to consider it before Ellie’s moving to your other nipple, tongue laving against the taut flesh before she closes her mouth around it and sucks. A ragged moan tears from your throat and you tense, tugging again at the locks of Ellie’s hair in your fist.

She leaves your nipples flushed and sensitive, shining with saliva, and you’re suddenly very aware of the layers of clothes separating you from her. Separating the wetness of your cunt from hers, the bony curve of her hips from your needy mouth. You need those layers gone.

“Ellie,” you whine, pulling at the collar of her flannel.

“Shh, I know,” she coos, voice dripping with syrupy sweet lust. “Why don’t you get on the bed for me, hm?”

You nod and oblige, but not without stopping to slip out of your jeans. You leave your panties on because, well, they’re cute. A white lace thong with a tiny, silky pink bow just below your navel - Ellie’s eyes linger there as she stands at the edge of the bed, unbuckling her belt and stepping out of her cargos. You can feel the wet patch on your panties as you press your thighs together and watch her undress. She’s always been on the thinner side, but as she slides off her flannel and pulls her sports bra over her head, you realize that she’s much more toned than you’d imagined. Her arms flex with each movement and her abdomen is clearly taut with muscle; every inch of new skin she reveals only adds to the agonizing desire churning in your stomach.

Luckily, she seems just as eager as you are. She’s still in a pair of oversized plaid boxers when she grabs hold of your hips and yanks you toward the edge of the bed, pulling your knees apart so she can see what’s between them.

“Look at you,” she says, eyes wide at the sight of your soaked panties. “I didn’t realize you were so needy, cherry. Should’ve let me take care of you sooner.”

Her words send another gush of arousal flooding from your cunt, your stomach twisting. “‘M sorry, Ellie.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she says, lowering herself onto her knees before you. Her fingers hook beneath the lace of your panties to pull them down, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the rug.

Her face sinks between your legs, and the first stroke of her tongue against your folds makes you shiver with relief.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. Ellie moans against your pussy, tongue splitting through your folds, spreading your wetness with every swipe and lick. Your back arches involuntarily, your toes curling in sheer pleasure.

She laps at your cunt like a woman starving, hot tongue drawing circles around your puffy clit. It’s maddening, the way she knows exactly what you need, speeding up and slowing down in accordance with your moans and sighs and whimpers. You’ve never felt so close so quickly, but you don’t want it to stop - her mouth is magic between your legs, and as you hurtle towards your orgasm, she slips a finger into your clenching hole. You nearly scream.

“Ellie,” you moan shakily, your thighs tightening on both sides of her head. “Ellie, I’m gonna…”

She just moans again, mouth working at your clit while her finger sinks in and out of your cunt. She adds another not long after and it’s hardly a stretch with how wet you are. You’re trembling with every stroke of her tongue against your clit, and soon enough, you feel yourself slipping off the edge into oblivion. Your orgasm tears through you like never before, hot and electric, every muscle tensing as Ellie finger-fucks you through every wave of pleasure. Eventually, you push the heel of your hand against her forehead, too overstimulated for her to keep sucking at your too-sensitive clit. She pulls back and sits on her heels, fingers leaving the tight grip of your cunt as she wipes her mouth with her other hand. Your slick covers her from the nose down, the shining evidence of how good she’d made you feel.

“So fucking pretty when you come,” Ellie tells you, standing up and lifting a knee onto the bed beside you. Her hair is a mess, you’d made sure of it, but she doesn’t seem to notice or care.

“Think you’ve got a few more for me?” She smiles at you, wolfish and wicked, and her hand moves to grope at one of your tits.

“Mm,” you hum, reaching out for her. “Only if you have a few for me.”

When she’s close enough, you slip your hand between Ellie’s legs, your fingers brushing through sparse curls to find the heat of her folds. She’s soaked, you realize with self-satisfaction, your tongue swiping over your lower lip.

This will be fun.

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horror-sapphic · 2 months ago

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IN THE NIGHT | V.NEUMAN

Summary: fucking vampire Neuman

cw: NOT proofread, biting, blood-sucking, smut - real nastyyyy, squirting, bed humping. Pure filth..you have been warned.

a/n: This was supposed to be a SHORT 500 blurb but this was literally so hot to write I couldn't stop. Also sorry for the shitty ending (?) I didn't know how to end this lol.

wc: 1k

Victoria always craved you more in the night and you always let her have you.

The two of you started in a platonic state, with her feeding on you in the twilight hours. She grew obsessed with your taste and smell, which prompted her to become curious about other places on you that might taste as sweet.

******

Tonight was just like any other night between you too, she has you cradled in her arms as you let her drink sweetly from the nape of your neck while she played with you from below. Dripping onto her crimson-painted nails, soaking her fingers as she teases you. Rubbing her thumb slowly but firmly on your raised clit, her own pussy clenches around nothing hearing you whine while she’s tasting you.

“Fuck” you whine out, she pulls back from your neck to watch your face twist in pleasure. Her fangs still out and stained in a cherry red color from you, a thin leak dribbles down her chin which she slowly picks up with her other thumb before licking it up with her thumb.

Not wasting a drip.

“Tell me what you want baby” she whispers against you.

“More - please..” she pleads

Victoria wastes no time in applying more pressure and speed on your desperate cunt, messily drawing circles, and spreading your mess around. “What do you say?”.

“Thank you - so - much” you hitch out, you loved it when she took a more dominant role. She pulls her hands out from your green panties to look at your slick on her fingers before putting those same hands in hers, rubbing your slick with hers.

You watch in awe as she hastily gets off with your wetness, you can’t recall the last time you’ve been this turned on.

She cums with a blow, reeling her head back in pleasure following with the gentle shake of her legs. Vic doesn’t need a second to calm down before turning her wicked attention back to you and your needs, her eyes dark with lust as the dark shifting black veins under her eyes start to pop up again.

She’s still hungry, hungry for you.

She pushes you flat on your back, ripping your panties down your legs and prying your warm legs apart so she can get a good look at what’s hers. She makes her way slowly down your legs, taking in the warm scent before diving in – sucking lighting. She leaves a trail of shallow bite marks down your legs before licking a bold strip up your cunt, her strong tongue toying with your throbbing clit, at an achingly slow pace. You lean on your elbows to watch her work, your blurry eyes meeting her dark hunting eyes. You scrunch your eyebrows together in tender enjoyment, growing more wet (if that’s even possible) at the slow pleasure she’s giving you.

She could easily overpower you in every way, yet she is so careful and sure with the way she moves with you.

Vic cuts the slow pace and begins to really give it to you, licking and slurping on your purposely overstimulated clit. You try and push away but she just grabs onto your bruised thigh even harder, holding you in place.

“Fuck - so, so sensitive baby slow down” you beg, feeling yourself beginning to tip off the edge. She ignores your cries and teases her index finger at your tight, tight hole. She was pushing in to meet your warmth before pulling out to add her second finger, stretching you out so slowly. She pulls her mouth off your sopping cunt and spreads your legs wider, wanting to get a better look at her fingers lazily fucking you.

She becomes entranced at the sight, of your glistening pussy tightening around her digits. Your clit twitched slightly at her agonizingly slow pace, you push your head back onto the pillow as if it was gonna swallow you whole. Vic lays her head on your left thigh taking in the slushing sound of your drooling pussy being slowly filled and fucked, she needs more. Speeding her pace up, watching her fingers disappear inside you at an intense rate. Your moans become mute with your mouth hung open and your eyes tightly shut, your knuckles white from one hand gripping the sheet while the other hand pinches your left tit hard. Rolling and twisting your index finger and thumb around the hard bud.

You’re so close to cumming it hurts, “I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum” you cry out. You’re shocked to hear your own voice so desperate. She finger fucks you faster, curling your fingers deepening. Attaching her mouth back on your cunt. She can feel your tight hole squeezing her fingers and she knows you’re close, she hums against you as she humps the bed in her own frenzied pleasure.

“FUCK, FUCK I’M–” You’re cut off from your own pleasure as you begin to cum hard, no. You begin to cum so hard that you realize you’re squirting on your partner's face and she just takes it. She continues to slurp and finger you through this new height of pleasure, your hips leave the bed for a few seconds from sensitivity – which still doesn’t stop her from eating you out. She forces your hips back on the bed and she brings herself closer to cumming, her underwear for sure slick with a wet patch at the sight of her making you squirt so hard. Your juices are dripping on her hands, her face, and her mouth.

Your gripping hand leaves the sheets and buries itself tightly in her hair, pulling on her roots. “Please baby” you cry out, begging her to release you. Your cunt still spasming in hot pleasure, a thin layer of sweat beads in your hairline. She’s never taken you this far before, you can feel yourself slipping into a form of subspace due to her actions. You hump her face in tired desperation, your long-playing orgasm beginning to hurt a little in a good way. Her hips continue to snap against the mattress frantically so, so, sooo close to cumming so fucking hard, “Fuck baby I’m cumming too, I’m – I’m right there” she moans into a mumbly cry, still partially buried in your drenched pussy.

“Cumming, I’m cumming, cumming, I’m cumming, I’m” she relentlessly mumbles lazily, her eyes beginning to roll back and her clit and lower stomach roar with warm heat. Her mouth went slack, turning her body into sloppy jello.

“FUCK” she lets out one last cry before going slump against you.

******

You both lay quietly for a few moments before putting on new sheets and sharing a warm bath, Victoria just can’t help but feel heavy with what the future holds for the both of you. Or lack of.

A/n: idk if this is tmi but I got so *** writing this omggggggggggggg

Something big is coming soooooooooon :)

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slutt4ellie · 5 months ago

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Fated Hearts Start With Fire

PT5 - Holidays Hearts

masterslist

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 6 // PART 7

Moving to a new city is tough, but it’s even harder when your roommate is a dick.

Summery - After you invite Ellie to travel back with you to your home town she immediately denies. But after a bit of convincing everything works well.

- - (It goes straight from part 4 so re-read if you gotta)

Warnings -> Miscommunication (Mia & Reader) / Readers in a relationship / Reader definitely self sabotages 🗣️ / JEALOUSLY / TENSION / Loser!Ellie if you squint? / Readers dad is weird idk? /Kissing / Cheating 😬 / Eventual smut / (Lmk if I missed anything)

WC: 5.6k

(Not proofread!)

“No!”

Ellie all but laughs in your face. Going to your hometown? Literally alone with nothing but your family and friends.

Yeah no fucking way.

She all much rather stay all alone in your shared apartment, beats introducing herself to a fuck ton of new people.

Yet her reply from your point of view has you confused? Because why not come? It 100% beats staying home alone in your shared apartment. She’s just being stubborn at this point??

“Ellie come on!” You say putting your hands in a praying position, trying to emphasize you really do want her to come.

“No dude!” Ellie again immediately denies shaking her head. She’s not going to fold under pressure. At least she’ll try not to!

“Why??” You say a whining tone leaking.

The foundation Ellie just put up. The one where she’s not going to fold? That’s definitely breaking as soon as that tone leaked.

But she regains and starts adding more support, she just shakes her head while not breaking eye contact with you? Trying to prove that stupid fucking tone didn’t affect her.

“Because!- just invite your girlfriend??” Ellie says.

That sentence does actually bring you back to reality. Fuck you haven’t even asked Mia yet, yet you’re practically begging for Ellie to join you. Hands cuffed in a prayer and all.

“I-I will! But Mia probably has plans with her family? So why don’t you come?” You say looking as her a pout now apparent on your bottom lip.

Ellie groans, her hand sliding down her face.

No, no, no.

“No..” Ellie sighs.

“Im not intruding on your family shit because mine aren’t available.” Ellie again shakes her head. Despite the fact your words are actually getting to her. She’s a adamant on denying, at least for as long as she can.

“Yeah but you’re not intruding? My parents hardly care? They’d probably be happy to see a friend i’ve made here! I think they think i’m lying” You laugh trying to ease Ellie’s discomfort about the whole situation. Trying to prove to her that you really want her to come.

You can tell the whole family situation is definitely rough. Because she’s told you a lot about herself but she’s pretty prominent about not mentioning that.

A clear example is when you guys you first started actually being friends, you almost instantly told her about your family, trying to make a perfect opening for her to share insight on hers. But instead she just shook it off.

She basically stopped talking and didn’t continue to press further into the conversation.

“Thank you- but no thank you.” Ellie again denies this time waving her hand. Making a valid point she doesn’t want to.

“I’m okay staying here and just chilling.” Ellie smiles at you.

You frown.

“Ellie.” You talk.

“Yeah?” Ellie says.

“Please.” You again beg. Now the desperate act is coming out.

You don’t even know why you want her to come so bad. Well sorta..

The main thing which is actively pushing you to invite Ellie, is no other than Mia.

It’s selfish. 100%.

But you literally don’t want to face her anymore. It’s to awkward and maybe if Ellie comes it’s going to push her away? Make her go enjoy Christmas with her family.

At least that’s what you’ll hope.

“Why do you want me to come so bad?” Ellie single handily rips the words from your train of thought.

And now you’re derailed.

You feel like the train just crashed into a dead end because you have almost nothing to defend with.

You’re not leading with the fact you’re avoiding your girlfriend. But it’s also weird why you’re so alluded with Ellie coming back to your hometown to spend Christmas with you and your family.

“Fine-don’t worry about it..“ You just groan, a clear annoyed tone as you begin to walk away. Which Ellie picked up immediately.

You know it was 100% pity and weird you relied on full guilt tripping, but you’re helping out Ellie at the end of the day..! Just giving her a light push.

You lightly close your eyes as you walk down the hall.. You didn’t know if it would work but then again you never know…

It was a solid two steps before there was a light grip on your wrist.

As you turn your eyes are met with green ones. Ellie’s looking at you, and just by the way her eyes are scanning through yours and no longer have a presence of unsureness. You know she 100% folded.

“O-okay i’ll come-“ Ellie sighs looking down, hand still on your wrist.

“Yeah??” You say with an excited tone. “You’re not just saying that.” You decide to clarify. I mean you hope she’s not just saying it.

“No..no- I just don’t wanna like intrude.” Ellie’s close to you.

Close enough to the point it’s falling into territory none of you are used to, but you both seem to be to distracted on a different fact right now. The one that has Ellie coming to your hometown.

“You’re not?” You smile at her to which she nods, slowing sighing.

“You did that on purpose.” Ellie tilts her head and smiles.

“I have zero clue what you’re talking about??” You say looking at Ellie. You know what she’s talking about? I mean you 100% guilt tripped her, having her feel a sense of guilt. But you’re avoiding that!

Ellie dramatically turns around and huffs. “Fine!”

You laugh and grab her wrist now mimicking Ellie’s actions. A perfect mirror of what just happened.

Ellie also laughs now that your mimicking her. “You’re so dramatic??”

You shake your head. “Am not!”

Ellie laughs “You fucking huffed then walked down the hall!”

Ellie points with her opposite hand to avoid the possibility of her forcefully making you let go of her wrist. Something she’s doing on purpose.

“You were being annoying-!” You say pushing you finger in the middle of her collar bone.

“Ellie please come with me!” Ellie says mocking you, which means her voice strained into a whining one that unfortunately appeared as a weird fucking whimper..

Her smile fades when her brain trails into a thought process allowing her to actually dwell on what she said.

So now her face is turning red and the laugh she was just previously ensuing on was dying into an uncomfortable awkward silence.

“Huh!?” You whisper yell straight in Ellie’s directions. A silent understanding that Mia’s still currently asleep in your bed, having you want to do anything you really can not to wake her up right now.

“I-I didn’t even mean it like that freak?” Ellie groans, a desperate attempt to hide how embarrassed she is.

“When did I ever even fucking say ‘Please come with me Ellie!’” Your tone again now leaking with a whine.

Ellie actually needs to go to bed.

Because maybe it’s the fact she’s tired, and honestly a little sleep deprived.

Or that your hand is still looped around her wrist.

But those 5 whiny words shouldn’t have caused an ache in the middle of her legs she couldn’t ignore.

Fuck.

“Whatever i’m going to bed..!” Ellie says now being the first to take your grip away from her wrist. Something she tried to avoid a mere minutes ago.

“Alright, alright.” You smile.

“Goodnight..!” You add on a few seconds later.

Ellie practically rushes to her room. Because it’s extremely fucking evident the little back and forth banter between you two had did not have the same affect on you which it had on her..!

Ellie needs to get fucking sleep. Get her mind to stop racing..

You two are just friends, she knows that.

The last thing she wants is to have yet another Cat situation.

✧☾༻✩༺☽✧

When you woke up and an arm was still presently draped over you, your mind raced.

It’s like you fully forgot the events of last night.

The ones with Mia..

And shamefully you wished it stayed that way.

The worst part is you don’t even know why?

Mia is fucking great, you’ve had almost zero reason to want to avidly push her away. She’s never done anything remotely mean and last night she was perfect.

Saying the right things, making sure you were comfortable and putting herself last. Making sure you enjoyed yourself first before she was even a fucking thought..?

So why do you wish you were waking up in a bed which is just full of you. Empty is something you prayed you’d never feel yet right now it’s all you’re praying for to happen.

And why?

Not even you know?

That’s something that keeps ending with dead ends.

Mia hums against your neck as her parted lips stay on them. She’s awake which isn’t a surprise, you’re little ruffles you made as you awakened probably had her eyes fall open not to long after.

“Hi..” She says, sighing, her eyes finally opening, and for the first time since last night her ocean blue eyes are rested on your face. Gaze refusing to break.

“Hey..” You smile. It’s fake, but it’s the best you can do as of now.

She leans in and gives you a light kiss on your cheek.

“Sleep okay?” Mia ask as she observes your face. Making sure you’re not lying or something.

“Mhm.? All good- what about you” You say trying to change the subject, trying to get her eyes off you even if it’s just for a second.

Because regardless of you lying or not her gaze is something you’re not enjoying right now?

“Yeah. It was good, last night was really nice. You were really nice.” Mia smiles kissing your cheek once again..!

“It was!” You say a fake excited tone accidentally making an appearance, luckily for you, Mia must have been to focused on kissing you, because now it’s going to your jaw, then neck.

Last night felt like boundary both of you overstepped. Because instead of literally just a week prior, Mia isn’t hesitating to kiss your neck. She’s assuming your okay with it.

And it’s not like it’s making you uncomfortable and you want her off of you, it’s just something that you wish maybe wasn’t happening right now. So you talk.

“M-mia can we talk..? Just quickly.” You say as you voice cracks..

It’s about time you give her insight on the fact you fucking invited Ellie instead of her to your parents, that being said though it’s not like she’s unwelcome to come.

She’s completely allowed. It’s just the probably odd you didn’t hesitate to invite your fucking roommate…

“Uh-oh?” Mia chuckles pulling back from your neck. She assumes you just being funny or something? That fades quick. Because when she sees you replied with a nervous smile, she takes your outlook, now becoming openly nervous..

“Fuck what’s wrong?” Mia says looking at you.

“Just Ellie and I-“ You try to think of how to word it properly. But currently nothings coming to your head. It feels like a broken electrical circuit no longer getting responses.

Mias smile fades when she hears the mention of Ellie. Because why the fuck did you say it like you and Ellie are some ‘thing’. Or even like you did something?

Mia would never suspect you of cheating- she doesn’t think you cheated. It’s just the sentence ‘Just Ellie and I” Could have a shit ton of add ons? That’s what she didn’t like.

“I-I invited Ellie to go back to my hometown for Christmas..and i’m sorry- because I know I should have asked you first. And-“ You shove your head in your hands embarrassed at the fact you feel like you could cry. You know if you continue you will cry.

Yet don’t get anything twisted, Mia felt a strong pang of jealously- but you and her have been dating for a solid month, she didn’t except you to ask her to come to your literal home town for Christmas, at the end of the day she knew you actually didn’t owe her anything. So even though she’s not to fond of the fact you’ll be going back to your hometown with Ellie, she knows you two are friends.

And that offers comfort.

“Hey-hey it’s fine..” Mia softly chuckles bringing your hands down from your face and kissing them lightly. “I have plans with my family- I assumed we weren’t gonna go head first into plans with family’s.”

“Oh..” Now you feel stupid because you were about to bawl over something that definitely wasn’t that deep. “I just-“ You start but Mia waves her hand dismissively.

“It’s fine. I swear.” Mia smiles kissing the corner of your lips..

“Plus, we have so many future Christmas’ and shit. This is just one out of many.” Mia says.

“Right?” You say in a breathless sigh now starting to calm down. “Now I feel stupid!” You chuckle and Mia shakes her head.

“No don’t!” Mia kisses you, you respond by slotting your lips right back on hers enveloping in a passionate kiss.

And that’s how you and Mia left it. Obviously you texted a lot but now it was time to go to your home town and you sorta just wanted to disconnect.

Because not only were you going with Ellie but you’re finally going to be able to see your family after a few months so you were beyond fucking excited. With a twinge of jealousy!

You and Ellie got on the plane no problem but now sitting down you can see Ellie’s hands fidget with plane seat buckle. A common sign she was nervous.

Learning Ellie’s nervous ticks was easy, because she has three she’ll always do.

Number one fidgeting with something close by.

If not that then number two. Playing with her index and middle.

And finally biting her bottom lip.

You see her top teeth slowly sit on her bottom lip.

She was nervous but you knew why.

One thing Ellie strongly emphasized that she fucking hated flights, she hated heights since she was a kid and that being said she was completely okay with the fact she’s never been on a plane.

“I don’t get how you can be scared of flights but you wanna go to space..?” You tease looking at her.

“Fuck you.” Ellie groans. Unlike her joking tone this does come out as more cold? Which you know why, she’s trying to hide that she’s extremely nervous.

“Wow! I feel like I just got flashbacks..!” You smile nudging her.

“Fuck off man.” Ellie smiles, now she’s looking at you trying to avoid the fact they’re taking off in a few minutes.

Her eyes just trail back and forth for a solid 20 seconds before looks down and clears her throat.

“And spaceships are different.” Ellie says.

“Mhm?” You say looking at her.

“Then imagine we’re on a spaceship?” You add and Ellie laughs.

“It’d be a pretty shitty spaceship.” Ellie sighs and then the intercom comes on announcing the plane is ready for take off.

“Fuck.” Ellie sits up.

You hold out your hand not thinking much about it before it happens. Because you’re just being a fucking good friend! Nothing deep, nor something to look into!

Ellie also doesn’t think much, because it didn’t take long before she sat her hand open on yours intertwining her fingers. She hates how fucking fast her nerves relaxed after you and her were holding fucking hands.

Because just like that her heart stopped racing and the feeling of taking off was the last thing on her mind.

It felt like a blacked out room with a spotlight shined on just you two.

Ellie knows she’s being weird, she thinks it’s the fact that since your roommates you’ll always be in a close proximity, so when building a bond the friendship lines get foggy.

Something that happened with Cat, and something which is happening with you.

The biggest factor on the plan which was weird was the fact you and Ellie held hands for a solid 30 minutes after the plane took off.

And you don’t really know why? It just happened. Everything with you two just seems to mistakenly happen.

It’s not like you were doing it purposefully, it was just after the 10 minutes it was a bit hard to let go of her hand smoothly so you two just watched movies holding hands a bit after the plane took off.

There was an underlining of comfort as well? When both of you are together there’s something you can’t really avoid?

You’re just good friends in that sense.

Nothing weird about that?..

Plus after you two got off the plane and through security it felt stupid to mention!

Talking about it would have just been more awkward and unnecessary!

So that’s what you two both purposefully did? Not mention it.

You and Ellie both just shuffled your things in the trunk of taxi before you guys get into the back seat..

When you tell the taxi driver the location and your gaze is completely focused on him, Ellie finally looks at you.

The moment on the plane was weird, and Ellie didn’t fully understand.

The last thing she wants to be is a home wrecker.

But maybe you two were being friendly, she’s seen a shit ton of friends hold hands, you guys might just be shifting into a physical friendship and nothing is wrong with that!

At least she rather come up with that solution instead of maybe expanding on the fact she might be falling for yet another roommate which at this point is getting fucking old.

The Cat situation should have ruined that possibility yet here she fucking is.

You finally turn your gaze to the back seat no longer focused on the man and quickly noticed how Ellie’s gaze was straight on you.

She tried to smoothly clear her throat and look away but you just chuckled, again not taking it as serious as she was.

“You good.” You ask.

“Just nervous I guess?” Ellie wasn’t lying but it was also a smooth excuse to hide the fact she was just hardcore staring at you.

“My parents are nice- promise” You look at her offering a smile to ease Ellie’s nerves.

Ellie feels like she should ask, like she needs to ask.

Because after what happened with her parents she just rather avoid it if she can.

“You’re out to them right? Or like no.” Ellie ask her voice cracking which she clears once again.

“Oh yeah! I literally came out at like 10 because I wouldn’t shut up about how hot the Elizabeth girl from Pirates of the Caribbean was?” You laugh which also makes Ellie laugh along.

Well at least Ellie doesn’t have to lie to your parents or some shit. “K-yeah cool.” Ellie nods.

“You good?” You ask looking at Ellie.

“Mhm- i’m good” Ellie says looking at you.

“Okay” You tilt your head before looking out the window.

Seeing your old town has put you into the realization that nothings really changed. The shops stayed the same, with the exception of a few new ones you hadn’t noticed before.

You can tell somethings prioritizing Ellie’s mind but you rather not push or question it? She seems to be an overall private person and practically forcing her out of her comfort zone seems rude.

You just decided to get comfortable in your seat for a few minutes before you arrive.

Which really didn’t take long, because soon you’re pulling into the house you called home for so many years, and instead of walking in alone, or with Alex and Jess. This time it’s you and Ellie.

You just grab your suitcase exiting the car.

“I can grab that?” Ellie points to your suitcase as her left hand grips hers.

“It’s fine- if anything I should be carrying yours.” You chuckle at her request.

“You’ll be hugging your family and shit? I’ll just grab it weirdo” Ellie fully takes it into her own hand reaching her right hand forward to grab your suitcase.

“All right, all right- thank you.” You say walking up to the front door.

And even though it’s your family your mind is racing about whatever the fuck is going to transfer. You just hope it’s positive.

But before you can open the door, your mom does.

Her eyes are excited and she immediately lunged forward to hug no other than you..!

“You’re home!!” You’re mom says while hugging and kissing all over your cheeks earning a stupid chuckle from Ellie which she “smoothly” covered with a cough.

“Yeah!” You say, you barley hid the fact you’re extremely embarrassed because it was super apparent in your tone and pink cheeks.

You mom then pulls back from you and smiles. “Who’s this!”

Your mom knows who the fuck it is, because you told her Ellie’s coming as soon as you got okay.

“H-hi!” Ellie spits out nervously, she puts down your suit case to hold out her hand. An invitation for your mom to shake it.

Ellie’s super fucking nervous. Because after her relationship with her parents came down with a big tumble, opening up to other people’s seemed off.?

Like she couldn’t properly function, it almost felt like she was constantly on thin ice.

Plus Ellie doesn’t really know if you told your mom about the shitty roommate. Which would be horrible because she’s the fucking shitty roommate?! She wouldn’t even be shocked if you did? Fuck she was horrible.

“Ah we don’t need handshakes!” Your mom fully takes Ellie by the shoulder and hugs her tightly. Having Ellie drop the other suitcase to her feet.

Ellie doesn’t know what to do other then reciprocate it, so that’s all she does, just wraps her arms around your mom?

“It was Ellie right.?” Your mom says her gaze not leaving Ellie’s.

Ellie just nervously nods. She’s never had someone be extremely nice without even knowing her.

Which she’s now starting to understand where you got it.

Because even on the day when you first moved in, you weren’t automatically mean, even though Ellie was rude for the whole first day, you managed to put up with it before finally snapping back on the second day.

“Yeah..!” Ellie smiles awkwardly stepping back.

“It’s nice to meet you-” Ellie signals to you about to continue the conversation.

Then your dad walks out. He’s a stocky man, a bit scary looking, with permanent furrowed eyebrows.

You’d like to say it’s all some facade and he’s a real softie under the rough skin.

But no.

He’s always will silently judge, somethings he’s done your whole life, giving his thoughts despite not really asking for it, he’ll always supply it.

“Hey kid.” You’re dad nods a head to you. He’s not a hugger. A drastic change from someone like your mother. You don’t really know how they ended up together.

“Hey dad..!” You smile and look at him.

Your dad doesn’t reply after that, he turns his attention to Ellie.

“This the girlfriend?” He says his eyes trailing up and down her, you can tell he again is fucking judging.

Yet Ellie’s not even your girlfriend! So he’s judging her for no reason?..

“N-no that’s Mia- this is Ellie.” You say directed to your dad despite you looking at Ellie, her face is now red and she seems embarrassed.

Fuck this is awkward.

“I-It’s nice to meet you.” Ellie smiles awkwardly at your dad. She feels she should shake his hand yet his gaze has her fall nervous. So she doesn’t. She just occupies both hands with the suitcases

“Quite young for a tattoo hm?” You dad says clearing his throat, slowly turning his attention to Ellie’s tattoo.

You never understood why your dad says or does some things? But either way he does and you can’t really change it, this conversation between him and Ellie, it’s one of the ones where you don’t understand why the fuck he’s doing it.

“Oh uh-“ Ellie’s cut off by your words.

“We should really settle in. The flight was long..!” You chuckle a desperate attempt to clear the awkwardness which is looming.

Ellie nods and looks at your parents. “It was really nice to meet you both.” Ellie nods towards them before the everyone starts to head inside.

After you showed Ellie the spare bedroom it didn’t take long till there was a light knock on your bedroom who you can only assume is her.

She did tell you once she was done unpacking she’ll come to your room.

“Come in?” Your voice echos through the bedroom as you sit on your queen bed.

As you guess Ellie’s auburn hair and green eyes come poking through the door.

“Oh i’m the fucking nerd?” Ellie immediately says with a sarcastic chuckle.

She starts walking into your room before sitting on your bed a decent amount of distance between you and her. Her eyes trail throughout your room and she scouts the many different movie posters, books, journals scattered throughout your bedroom.

“Fuck off..!” You chuckle looking back at Ellie.

“No- you fucking bullied me for my space shit” Ellie says laughing. “I get to bully you!” Ellie says pointing right at you.

“Because that’s objectively nerdy! You like space! I just like reading and writing.” You try to defend yourself.

“Yeah, yeah nerd.” Ellie scoffs which earns a little smile from you despite you actually wanting to laugh. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.!”

You roll your eyes and look at Ellie. “Im gonna kick you out?”

Ellie chuckles and shakes her head. “Okay i’m sorry!”

It’s a bit of silence before you finally speak again.

“Get settled in okay?” You ask looking at her.

She bites her lip, looking down before shortly nodding. “Oh yeah, all good.” Ellie offers you a smile to try and distract you from any red flags that she might be uncomfortable.

Yet it didn’t really help or work, you noticed right away.

“You alright?” You ask looking at her.

“Yeah- no good. I’m happy you invited me.” Ellie wasn’t lying at the last part. She was super happy she decided to come with you, it’s just-

“My dad?” You question looking at Ellie. You basically finished her thoughts.

“I-Did I say something wrong- because people- he just seemed-“ As soon as you questioned it Ellie’s mouth wasn’t going to stop. She was ranting.

So you took it into your own hands and looked at her.

“Ellie I swear he’s just weird and like that with everyone. Like i’m his daughter and you saw how weird he is with me!” You say looking at her. Despite not being even the single bit religious you prayed her words offered comfort.

Ellie let’s out a show sigh of relief. “Fuck okay good! I thought I said something” Ellie laughs lightly.

“Like the tattoo comment was-“ Ellie starts.

“Fucking dumb!” You tilt your head.

“Your tattoo is cool.” You add on chuckling.

It took about ten seconds before your hand started making its way to travel over the different intricate details.

“Yeah?” Ellie ask going a tad bit closer. Both your shoulders now touching as her arm is hovered above both of your thighs.

“Mhm?” You say looking at her, she slowly mirrors your movements.

And in that moment you know if either of you decide to even lean in just a little further your noses would touch.

You start to think what’d you do, something you’ve purposefully deterred your mind from going. Blocking off those openings before they could even get through. But now they were flowing and you couldn’t stop it?

Like if she leaned in would you do the same...?Would you kiss Ellie bac-

What the fuck, you have a fucking girlfriend.

And you couldn’t sworn Ellie’s eyes were fluttering shut, a sign to back the fuck up. And that’s what you did.

“Uh- dinners probably like basically ready.” You stand up awkwardly rolling your hands down your clothes an attempt for them to appear more straight.

While also making an effort to avoid her gaze without making it look more forceful?

Ellie also stands up, the main bit of her head being filled with confusion- because why did it seem like you wanted to kiss her two seconds ago, and now you can barley look at her.

“Right..cool.” Ellie sounded just the slightest bit immature but in her defence you made her feel stupid? Like was she interpreting that whole situation wrong.

“What..?” You ask, almost like she’s crazy for feeling embarrassed.

“Didn’t say anything” Ellie gives a fake smile before opening your bedroom door.

When she opens the door you walk through first and you hear her trailing after you.

You and Ellie hardly talked through dinner, little chip ins from both of you, but when you did the conversation was usually to other people.

So if you were talking i’d be to your parents, avoiding Ellie, and vice versa.

The main reason is because it just so happens both of your minds are occupied from the fact you two almost kissed.

It was like that for at least a little. Till your dad decided to talk.

“So Ellie? What’s your family doing for Christmas.” His mouth is still in the middle of chewing food, his hand reaches for his glass and he tilts it back swallowing back a large swig of wine.

Ellie finishes what’s in her mouth before talking. “Not really sure?”

She says it casually. Like not knowing what your family’s up to is the normal, yet for her it is?

“Why’s that..?” He says rubbing the back of his hand on his outer lips, getting any excess droplets of wine or even food.

“Honey.?” Your eyes shift from Ellie’s uncomfortable gaze to your moms. She’s clearly trying to get him to back off from the conversation, yet he keeps going.

“What- were taking a kid in for Christmas so I’m just overall interested what her parents are doing? You know as in why she’s joining us?” He shrugs, It’s like the fact he’s opening up his home gives some moral right to know?

And for that reason you can tell your dad won’t back off.

Not till her gets an answer that is.

“Dad?..” You say looking at him shaking your head.

Now Ellie’s uncomfortable, because at least in her mind she feels everyone wants to know a little sob story as to why she isn’t with her parents right now.

In stead she’s with her roommates parents.

Ellie just clears her throat. Her eyes are noticeably getting glossy and that’s her cue to leave.

“Sorry excuse me..” Ellie wipes the napkin down her lips and silently pulls back from the pulled in chair. She makes her exit b-lining straight for the bathroom.

Once Ellie’s gone you groan at your dad. “Seriously?” You clearly annoyed and he picks it up. But instead he just shrugs?

“What did I say? I simply asked a question” He says.

“Which she didn’t want to answer!” You’re now always pulling back your chair making an open exit for you. “Fuck.”

He tsk silently. “Language.”

“I’m gonna go check on her.” You sigh starting to walk down the open hallway.

You quickly turn back to your mom. “Thanks for dinner.”

She nods in response while muttering something to your dad. You hope it’s putting him in his fucking place.

You don’t know if that man just doesn’t have social cues but fuck sometimes he needs to read a room..

It didn’t take long to find Ellie, she only knew where one of the 2 bathrooms were so once you heard distance sniffling in the one planted beside your bedroom you knock on the door.

“Mhm?” Ellie’s voice try’s to come out as full and clear but it’s sounded more desperate and sad.

“Can I come in?” You ask.

“I’m okay..? Trust me?” Ellie says clearing her throat.

You can tell she’s not okay. But mentioning that didn’t seem important, so you just nodded in understanding before talking.

“Okay well can we talk, even if your okay..?” You ask.

A little sigh comes out then a click of the lock comes through.

You open the door and you see Ellie’s eyes are red.

After seeing that sight you hugged her.

Ellie wraps her arms under your arms which are looping around her neck. She hesitantly put her chin on your shoulder as you did the same.

“I’m okay..” Ellie sighs in your shoulder.

“Mhm..” You just nod against her shoulder.

“Sorry my dads a dick.” You say.

“Mine probably worse?” Ellie let’s out a chuckle, it’s dry and forced.

You pull back and look at her eyes.

You can feel her arms trail down your back finding a resting spot on your waist.

“I swear I don’t cry a lot.” Ellie chuckles once more. This time sounding a bit more real.

“That’s becoming hard to believe.?” You say tilting your head, Your hands come from around her neck and sit on her cheeks wiping any left over tears.

Ellie’s grip on your waist tightens just a little, she doesn’t want you to pull back but she knows what she’s doing right now, what she wants to happen, She knows it isn’t right.

Either way she can’t control her eyes from glancing at your lips..

She looked at them for a few seconds before glancing back at your eyes.

She sees how your eyes are now glancing back and forth between her eyes and lips..

Without thinking she presses a soft kiss to your lips holding your cheek..

A/N -> BOOOOOO CHEATER 👎🏽👎🏽👎🏽👎🏽

I actually don’t know what the fuck to write for the AN! But I really did enjoy writing this chapter, and i have so much planned for the next one 😋

i promise i won’t take as long 🙏🙏🙏 (maybe)

I’m just so fucking busy with school and work, so this happens to always be the last thing on my mind.

I’ll try to be consistent with summer but then again i’m insanely busy in that time period too?

Other then that I’m gonna start working on hearts over hierarchy

happy pride month btw!!

and that’s all, hope you enjoyed reading this 😈

(Like and reblogs are so appreciated!)

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