#dina tlou x reader

[moonlightbae7775]

Thinking about bimbo yn that’s actually smart but has a tragic past that made her become a bimbo

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Oh, I’m very sorry for before about requesting a different thing, I didn’t know I’m really sorry, I am.

How about 20 “stealing their shirt” with Ellie, Dina and Vi? (I’m not sure if that one is only for Arcane or not)

(it'a okay, lmao and sure! #20 though is stealing their shit, so whatever like items they have but since you said shirt, ima go with shirt! Enjoy!)

Stealing Their Shirt

Ellie

Ellie doesn’t mind you taking her clothes

She just has many shirts lying around so it’s no surprise when you swoop in and take one or two

It’s probably more than just one or two but she don’t care

She actually likes it very much

She would probably just walk into her little garage and just see ya in her shirt

Note: she is quiet as hell when she comes back 

So you didn’t notice her right away

And ya see, Ellie has quite the thing for walking behind ya and hugging you from behind

She likes it the most when you’re wearing her shirt though

She has that dumb smirk on her face 1000%

She’ll find it funny if you jump though but relax when you see it’s her

Just goes “Hello, there” with the widest grin/smirk ever

She will kiss your cheek/neck

Kinda like the her and dina moments before she left

It’s amazing though

Do it more often

Please

For everyone's soul

Dina

Dina steals your clothes a lot also, keep that in mind

So she doesn’t care when you take hers

Dina doesn’t really notice when one of her shirts goes missing

But when she does…

She knows automatically it was you

I mean, who else would it be except for her beautiful S/o?

Sorta is concerned on what you did with it but on the amount of times she’s walked in on you wearing them

That concern goes away almost immediately

When she does find you wearing it

She is happy inside

Like, man, you look hot

Dina would just stand there for a minute staring at you until you eventually notice her

“Quite the show, huh?”

Dina’s exact words 10/10

She is also smirking like Ellie

She is proud for every second that passes

Will kiss you again and again

Will probably take your hand and spin you real quick for a once over

“Damn, I got a hot fucking partner.”

Don’t be surprised when she says it

It’s true

You are hot

Vi

Vi is smug as shit

Like damn, you stealing her shirts?!

Okay, damn, do it again please

Vi is smug every time she sees you in it

No matter the shirt

She doesn’t care which, as long as it’s hers

She probably would also be attached to you for however long you are wearing it

Is the one to be kissing you on the neck, cheek and mouth wherever

She is enjoying it, okay?!

She is soaking up every second of it

While she was in prison she never thought she would ever have a girlfriend/partner

So, when she has a hot ass one in her shirt?

Oh, yeah, she’s gonna enjoy it

She will also mostly be hugging you from behind a lot

Just let her

Because she won’t stop dude

[chai-berries]

what starbucks™ drinks are the tlou girls ordering?

ellie has had a frappuccino once even though joel said it’s “not really coffee” (she ordered it just to spite him) only to fucking hate it so she gets random shit but when she needs energy she gets cold brews for sure with extra cream

dina is smart and knows what she likes and what will wake her up — she gets a vanilla latte with an alternative milk ;)

abby says she’s an expresso shots/black coffee all the way but she does enjoy a refresher or a tea with fruit in it on some occasions

abby would totally steal a drink of ur frappe three seconds after teasing you for liking it

out of all of them i think ellie would collect the state cups. she’s so serious about it too like it’s the first thing she HAS to do when y’all enter another state. what a weirdo. she’s just like me!!!

ellie is a chronic straw chewer and those straws look fucked up when she’s done with them. imagine: absentmindedly playing a video game or something and she’s already bouncing her leg. you let it go on for a lil longer before removing the straw and putting your lips against hers. it pauses all her movements.

ellie has adhd (cmon now) and likes studying in the coffee shop cause she can people watch when she’s bored. she has a few pages in her art book of some of the regulars that come in

abby has a routine of surprising you at work with your favorite drink and a pastry on her days off where you still have work. all the people at your job (mostly the older women) think it’s “just the sweetest thing”

abby will NOT study in the coffee shop. she likes it to be completely silent or have light music playing in the background. she doesn’t get much done in a crowded starbucks. especially when you’re playing footsie with her as you innocently drink your chai tea. she loves you but this anatomy exam is like half her grade!!! don’t worry she makes up for it later ;)

dina would have a nice tumbler collection. they’re usually full of only ice water though. you know she stays hydrated!

dina is the only one that actually uses the point system. she will honestly go crazy when she gets a free drink. this is her only flaw (but it’s not really cause i do this… it’s normal right??)

starbucks was ironically how you and dina met. you were there studying or if you’re being honest taking study breaks in between playing games on your phone. it was raining and all you hear is the squeak of her sneakers before she’s asking to share your table with you. she’s the prettiest person you’ve ever seen and you barely let out a sound, nodding your head towards the chair she had her hand on. love drunk already.

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[astroficss]

Dating Dina Woodward HC’s

She shows interest first and very boldly if neither of you are talking to someone. she has no shame in her feelings and never likes to hide it once it’s known.

you’ll be treated with respect even in arguments. she doesn’t like to fight, instead she wants to have a mature conversation about what’s wrong.

she loves doing things for you— and she appreciates it very deeply when you do things for her. gifts don’t have to be some huge thing, anything handmade from you is her favorite.

sex and aftercare — very healthy and common, if you don’t want a sexual relationship that’s fine with her. she doesn’t need sex in a relationship to feel satisfied. she’d never find someone else or go behind your back. she loves you and that’s all that really matters to her in the end.

“you look so beautiful/handsome today!”

dina LOVES to shower you in compliments. her eyes shine when saying them too.

she is VERY protective over you. if anyone crosses you, she takes it very personally. she WILL fight back for you if you need her to.

super affectionate, but at random. it’s never expected and that’s the fun part of it.

dina is extremely loyal. you are hers and she is yours. she likes to remind you of this during sex and intimate conversations.

overall dating her is full of laughter, joy, love, happy tears, inside jokes, etc.

[portraitsofguilt]

✮ ┆ BEFORE WE DRIFT AWAY. dina woodward

— “I think I’m gonna miss your love when it’s gone.”

description.              after ellie williams left dina in pieces, wanting to or not, you are the one picking those pieces up and gluing them back together content warnings.               MDNI, suggestive content, female bodied reader, implied rebound girl! reader, pet names ‘sweetheart, darling’, reader is naked, interrupted (sort of)

author's notes.              okay maybe I chickened out on the smut a little but BUT promise it’s a little fun, I promise- maybe part two? maybe not? we’ll see but hope you enjoyed !!! special tag for @whore4abby because she helped me finish this madness

your eyes followed her every step, making sure that there wasn’t someone else lurking around just you, trying to take care of things. you probably had better options rather than stalking her, following her like a second shadow and prying into her life via the friends she had made at the camp. truth to be told, you were too shy to actually go up to her and strike up a conversation, just try and spark her interest in you.

she was… something else. you have had your share of running loves, most of them were so you could survive the state that the world was in and one or two were the kind of love that you saw in her.

you stop when she walks up to a small group of people, crossing her arms and began to chat with them. your heart flutters a little, feeling as if someone was watching so you ducked behind one of the houses close by, trying to be completely flat against the wall.

another truth, you liked this little chase that you have set up for yourself. not to say it wasn’t embarrassing to be committing to such ways to get to someone but there were worst things. it was especially humiliating to be thinking about her so much, particularly when you were… helping yourself out, let’s just say that. you swore that there was one time that you could see her pass in front of the window of the house you moved in just as you were in the middle of everything. it wasn’t even that long ago; it still disturbed your every thought that she might have heard you cry her name in the haze of your peak.

“you’re not really good at being quiet you know.” whipping your head back when you hear the familiar voice behind yourself, still clutching onto the house wall as if it made you invisible to everyone, especially dina who was face to face with you.

“w-what?! why would you s-say that?” you stutter, taking small step backwards but since you didn’t have eyes on the back of your head, you missed that one piece of wood that stick out of the mud, tripping over and falling into the pool of muck.

you groaned like an annoyed little kid- you just got new and clean clothes yesterday! shaking your head you look up, watching as the raven-haired girl smile wide before breaking out, laughing “s-stop laughing! it’s not funny…” you grunt, rubbing the nape as an attempt to ease the pain that your head colliding with the dirt caused. that was one of the aching points on your body alongside your back and hips.

“come on, I’ll help you out.” she offered her hand, still laughing although now it was under her breath, quietly as you scrunched your face up. giving it a few moment to sink in, another two to decide if you wanted to act all though and cool or you let yourself be helped out.

you choose the latest.

a firm grip meets both your palm and wrist when you catch her hand, a warm line, sort of lighting like force runs through your arm and it stuns you for a second. “thanks, dina…”

dina, dina woodward, that was her name- you knew it because you were one of the few who helped her move in with her son the first day she and her little group arrived here from god knows where. you could never forget the name that matched her face, a face that now was offering its help to run you a bath and get rid of all the mud you got on yourself.

a little hesitant and with a slight stutter, you accepted dina’s offer and followed her to her house to wash yourself up. it was a short walk thankfully, small hairs on your back and arms started to stand as you walked through the dirt streets of the community, feeling as if every eye was prying at you and what you were doing waltzing around with dina woodward.

thankfully your head quickly became occupied as you shudder when you touch the cold, sort of slimy but half dried mud at the hem of your shirt. your lunch runs up from your stomach but before it could make it’s goodbye from your mouth you swallow it back, not letting a little ick like that get the worst of you.

“come on, don’t be such a baby about it.” she speaks almost like she noticed you fighting your food. you set eyes on her, squinting in annoyance when being called a baby before slapping your arms onto your sides like one. “I’m not it’s just…I can’t pull it over my head alone. the shirt is a little too tight and the mud-“

“let me help you then, alright?” her tone is much softer now, just how you imagined it in the first place. you give her a small nod, letting go of the dirty shirt and allowing her to take a hold on the hem, lifting it up and pulling it over your head.

what an awkward feeling washed over you as you stood there topless, cradling your chest in your arms as you watched her smooth your shirt out and throw it somewhere behind her before suggesting you get out of your pants. gulping you agreed, trying to make it as quick as possible while also trying not to fall over and hit your head, die, and embarrass yourself. she takes the pants from your hand and as you get into the tub you mutter, “I’m sure your son is easier to handle than me.”

stupid- why would you even say something like that?!

she suddenly becomes silent, visibly uncomfortable as she shifts her position next to the tub. “he is, but I have my experience with adult babies like you.” her lips shake a little as she finishes her sentence, tossing your pants into a vat of hot water that you shirt was also in. you give her a nod and a neglectable hum, lowering your head a little and averting your eyes from her reflection that you saw on the window but still taking small glances at her from the corner of your eyes as she reached for a small bowl.

it was hard to hide, trying to mask the white of her eyes picking up a red tint as well as her continuous sniffing, the way her hand shook from time to time while her fingertips dragged across your scalp trying to wash the mud from your hair. sitting in complete quietness as she rinses the soap out of your hair, “everything alright?” you break the silence and the echoing sounds of the wet drops breaking on the surface of the now cooling water. she hums peacefully followed by another sniff before she rinses your hair for the last time.

it wasn’t convincing at all, much rather spiked the worry in you then calm down the nerves that were tingling along your spine and twisting your stomach. she sits down onto a blanket she set out for herself on the ground, knees close to her chest while her head rested on them, gazing at you as if there was something so interesting about you and the pathetic way you were curling in the warm water.

dina sighs, one of her arms coming over the edge of the tub and her fingertips dipping under the water with her eyes still on you. “yeah, the quiet just got me thinking…” her expression seems distant from this conversation, like she is still deep in her thoughts until her eyebrow raises, hand reaching out and she cups your face, her thumb running across a healing scratch on your cheekbone.

“if there is anything you want to get off your mind, I can listen.” you say, a small grin  accompanying your words as you let your head weigh down her palm. she doesn’t say a word, the sly smile and her narrowing eyes speak loud enough, your cheeks burning up and you hurry to pull away from her. “I’d forget it pretty soon anyway…”

“let’s get you out, the water is getting a little cold.” she says before standing up and turning around for a towel. it doesn’t really make sense to you, the water sure feels like it started to come to room temperature but maybe fighting with her wasn’t a way to get onto her better side.

the next couple of moments of her handing a tower over to you and you getting out of the tub, wrapping said towel around yourself feels so much longer and awkward that it really is. shoulder tensing, jaw clenching as you watch her step back and face you, one of her hand once again cupping your cheek.

dina’s other hand run up your side, not taking a stop at any of the folds until she reached the one that was keeping the towel around your body. you swallow hard, feeling her clothed chest rubbing up against your naked one and at the fact that her face was getting closer to yours.

“s’this alright?” she asks as her fingers tangle in the towel, loosening it around your chest just enough to if you make a longer movement it slips right off of you without any more help. you give her a nod, one that starts with your head slowly tipping before it picks up its pace and describes the thing you really didn’t wanna show- you were desperately in need of this.

it’s like she reads your mind that is running wild with untamed thoughts of kissing her, tilting your head to one side while she tilts hers to the other and have that kiss that you always saw in the movies as a little kid. a life changing kiss. one that starts out slow and picks up a sloppy, uncoordinated turn of making out before it has its peak with the unforgettable scene of slipping under the bed sheets and finally take care of the raging pits of fire that has been overheating your bodies since the start of your encounter all those weeks ago.

despite wanting to say something, to get the burning thoughts of needing her out of your head and into the open air so it no longer torments your every thought, you don’t. it’s a long-lasting kiss, that has you breathless in the first few seconds of it, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to pull away even when you can feel yourself fainting a little. what if this is the first and last time for you to experience her this close?

“aren’t you a little eager for this, sweetheart?” and if there wasn’t a sickening feeling in your stomach already, now totally was. she set a blaze in your heart, your blood pumping so fast you can feel it under your skin while the towel that covered you, now on the ground, it fell after dina moved in to kiss you and your body followed her lead to get closer to her.

“yes I am… I want it...” you manage to choke out; voice cracking slightly as she pulls away slightly, a faint smirk playing on her pretty features before she leans forward and kisses you again, only this time slower, teasingly, as if testing whether you could stay put with her lips on yours or not.  you let out a sigh before closing your eyes tightly, hands reaching up to grab her shoulders as you try to press yourself further against her, but it just didn’t work. dina’s tongue was invading your mouth and you couldn't help but give in to her advances, your body melting into her warm embrace and soon enough your knees felt weak beneath you.

but then you feel the tip of her nose brushing against your earlobe, her hot breath hitting your neck causing you to shiver.

“is there anything else I can do for you?” she whispers to you lowly, sending goosebumps down your neck and spine before she trails her teeth against your jawline and places a chaste peck there. you bite your lip, trying to keep your composure, but you're failing miserably with how badly you need her right now. she pulls away again, looking at you with her soft gaze. "to me it seems… there's nothing else you can do, but me..." somehow you get out with your voice barely shaking.

she took your hand in hers, chuckling and dragging you along with her as she stepped back out of the bathroom and into the living room, to the couch. it’s semi sweet of a feeling as the two of you maneuver around the room, trying not to bump into any of chairs and stray furniture all while your lips mold to one another, teeth clashing as the balance of your knees slowly give out.

“you’re beautiful.” dina whispers as she gets on top of you, her lips grazing the shell of your ear as the compliment leaves her mouth. your body shudders, your hand that is so uncertain as to where to be wraps around her neck and your legs tangle with hers. the small glance she got of you, those mere minutes that dina spent watching your exposed body was the most embarrassing and most delightful experience in your life. the attention she gave to only you, the attention you have been waiting for a while, and the way her wet lips sucked on your cooling skin was all a fever dream.

and dina was feeling feverish too, heat pulsing in her veins as she pressed her body harder on yours, grinding her pelvis against yours through the thin fabric between you, feeling your arousal growing inside you as her hands moved downward and settled around your torso. she wanted you, and she wants you so bad it makes her feel dizzy, dizzier than she’s ever been before with a new type of addiction, one she hasn’t felt for some time, but it feels just like old times when it was just her and...

she pulls away from you, letting go of your hips to cup your face and lean over to connect her forehead to yours, her warm breath tickling your skin and leaving goose bumps wherever it touches. the look in her eyes isn’t as innocent or as soft as it usually is, that playful glint is not there, and it makes you wonder- was it something you did?

"what is it?" you ask, leaning into her touch and pressing your forehead against hers. "there's something wrong isn't there?" the question leaves your mouth softly, your voice almost a whisper.

"just... my son, i think i've been away for a little longer than expected."  her answer is quick and simple, and it sends a spike of pain straight through your heart as it sinks in that she is leaving soon, that she won't be here for much longer...

"oh..." you mutter, trying to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

dina gets up from the couch, touching down on the cold hardwood floor before grabbing a blanket from the armrest, and handing it to you.

 you wrap it around your bare body, your arms tightening around the blanket. “i'll see you... around.” it's bittersweet as she hesitates to say it, knowing she needs to leave and that you will probably see her later rather than sooner, but she still kisses you before turning and walking towards the door, stepping outside of it, and closing it shut.

you sit there for a good minute or two, staring at the closed door with a dull and lifeless look. the air in the room stills, suddenly it feels colder now, the tip of your toes and fingers freezing as you stuck to the couch, trying to take in the last glances of dina through the window before she disappears into a smaller crowd.

[strapathon]

Thats it, this store is Open to all Ellie, Abby, and Dina Requests🗣️‼️‼️

Give me those saucy prompts you bean flickers🫡

[ramen-flavored]

DINA?!?!?

[biggestsimponhere]

THE LAST OF US MASTERLIST (I will write for all tlou characters except i won’t write smut for minors so if you want ellie smut it will be from part 2)

prompt list

prompt list #2

rules for requesting :)

*Smut, *fluff, *angst

• Joel miller

- coming home

- Bodyguard!Joel miller x Actress!Reader (part 1?)

- Don’t go

• Tess servopoulos

- Ruin me

[agorawrites]

NAVIGATION

**SAFE SPACE FOR THE FREAK NASTY DYKES**

MASTERLIST

current wip’s - mel x masc!reader, sevika x bpd!reader (fic)

my writing is not limited to smut, all requests including angst and fluff are welcome. my rules, fandom lists and character lists are under the cut. no racsim, zionism, lesbiphobia, homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, or other bigoted mindsets are excusable on my page.

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RULES:

YES; possessiveness, degradation, knife play, gun-play, high!sex, gp! (girl-penis), spanking (tits/ass/face-slapping), spit kink, somnophilia/dormaphilia, dacryphilia, temperature-play.

ill write pretty much anything as long as it isn’t listed in “HARD NO’S” tbh.

HARD NO; pedophilia, age-play, race-play, scat(shit), rape, or incest.

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CHARACTERS LISTS

arcane; vi, caitlyn kiramman, sevika, mel medarda, jinx/au!powder, ambessa medarda, sky young

tlou II; ellie williams, abby anderson, dina, maria miller

soon to be added*

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resident evil; jill valentine, ada wong, lady dimitrescu, bela, cassandra, daniela, donna, mother miranda

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[zebuie]

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⋆𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒⋆; ༊࿔ nerdyloser!ellie x cheerleader!reader.

ıllı⋆𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒⋆; ellie had a reputation as the school's perpetual loser. However, you saw her differently, choosing not to believe the gossip and stereotypes surrounding her.

⌖ ⋆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒⋆; WC/ 7.1k , smutttt!!! , the glasses stay ONNNN!! , friends to lovers trope? , swearing , ellie touches herself to thought of reader , making out / kissing , fingering (e & r receiving) , strap on usage (r receiving) , strap on sucking (e receiving) , eating out (e & receiving) , nipple sucking (e & r receiving) , Ellie calls the strap her cock like once? (I think.) , lmk if there’s more ! 🧡

💌 ⋆𝐀/𝐍⋆; Heyeyyey guysss ive actually done nothing but rot in my bed this summer❤️ also promise I’ll reply to all of ur sent requests once I feel like it bc I’m sick😓anyways hope u enjoy this bery shitty fic mwahhh <3

Ellie was often regarded as the school's perpetual loser, her status whispered about in hushed hallway conversations and painted with gossip on the bathroom walls. 

You, however, saw her through a different lens, one that didn't confine her to the stereotypes and ridicule that surrounded her. 

To you, she wasn't just a loser. She was cute, intriguing, and someone who held a silent charm that was lost on the rest of the school.

From the first time you laid eyes on her, you couldn't help but notice the way she moved through the crowded halls with a reserved confidence. 

Her short, tousled hair framed a face that held a hint of mystery, her sharp jawline and piercing eyes exuding a quiet strength. 

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Between classes, you would often find her sitting alone in a secluded corner, engrossed in a book or sketching in a worn notebook. 

Her solitary moments, instead of appearing lonely, hinted at a depth and independence that captivated you. 

There was something about the way she carried herself, a quiet resilience that made her stand out amidst the cacophony of teen insecurities and conformity.

As you walked through the bustling corridors, your eyes landed on Ellie standing alone by her locker, engrossed in the world of her own mind. 

Taking a deep breath, you approached her, the familiar uniform of a cheerleader a stark contrast to her rebellious aura. 

The hallway filled with its usual chatter, but in that moment, it faded into the background as you gathered your courage.

"Hey Ellie," you called out, hoping to grab her attention, your heart beating a little faster than usual.

Ellie looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing her features as she registered your presence. She closed her locker and turned to face you, her gaze studying you with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. 

The hallway seemed to shrink around the two of you, the world outside becoming a blur as your conversation began to unfold.

"What do you want?" her words carried a hint of defensiveness, a shield she had likely erected after years of ridicule. Yet, her eyes held a flicker of interest, intrigued by the unusual turn of events – a popular cheerleader like you speaking to her, the school's "loser".

"I just wanted to say hi," you responded, a nervous smile playing on your lips. Your cheerleader uniform with a oversized buttoned up varsity jacket, a symbol of the very social group that often looked down upon Ellie, seemed to create a wall of judgment in the air between you both. 

You pushed past it, your curiosity about her overshadowing any preconceived notions about her social status.

"Hi." Ellie said softly, clearly not used to people approaching her, especially not popular cheerleaders like you. 

She shifted her weight slightly, resting her hand on the locker behind her. There was a brief moment of silence as she studied you, trying to figure out what you wanted. 

Her piercing eyes, usually hidden behind a mask of apathy, were intense and searching. You could tell she was hesitant, bracing herself for whatever snide comment or put-down was about to come her way. 

But you surprised her, and yourself, by simply smiling and saying you wanted to say hi. Ellie's reserved demeanor softened slightly, a tiny glimmer of surprise and pleasure flashing in her eyes. 

She looked...flattered. "That's, um, that's really nice of you," she mumbled, her sharp jawline clenched slightly. 

It was clear she wasn't used to such kindness from her peers. You stood there for a moment, the noise of the hallway fading into the background. 

Ellie was even more captivating up close - those mysterious eyes, that delicate yet strong face. You found yourself drawn to her quiet strength and hidden depths. 

Finally breaking the silence, you asked her how she was doing, really doing. Ellie sighed, looking down at her feet. "I don't know. Same old, same old, I guess. Trying to fly under the radar." Her shrug was small, her shoulders barely rising. "People can be pretty cruel sometimes."

Ellie shrugged again, her eyes darting away uncomfortably. "I mean, I'm used to it by now. People have been talking shit about me since middle school. It never really bothers me anymore." Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion, but the tightness around her eyes betrayed the lie. 

Being the subject of constant ridicule and mockery can't be easy, even if you build up a protective shell. You sensed a deep sadness behind Ellie's apathetic facade. 

Reaching out tentatively, you placed your hand on her arm. The gesture startled her, her eyes snapping back to yours in surprise. It was a small, friendly touch, but it felt like a big statement - a rejection of the societal norms that put Ellie down and a personal challenge to get to know the real her. "I'm sorry people are so rude, Ellie. You don't deserve that." Your tone was gentle, sympathetic. 

"I know I'm not exactly known for being kind to those on the outskirts. But I want you to know I think you're interesting. And cool. And I'd like to get to know you better, if you're up for it."

Ellie looked at you with a mix of surprise and... was that a glimmer of hope? She seemed to be searching your face, trying to gauge your sincerity. 

After a moment, she shrugged again, but there was a hint of vulnerability behind it. "I don't know... I'm not really sure how to... hang out, I guess." Her cheeks flushed slightly, her gaze drifting down to her scuffed shoes. 

The admission felt awkward for her, like she was revealing a weakness. But it was also kind of adorable, seeing this tough exterior cracking just a bit. You had the sudden urge to reach out and hug her, to show her that not everyone judged her— but you didn't. "We can start simple," you suggested, your voice warm and encouraging. "We could study together sometime. Or grab coffee after school." 

Anything to help Ellie see that there are good people out there, if she just opens herself up to the possibility.

Ellie considered your offer, her brow furrowed in concentration. You could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she weighed the risks and rewards. Finally, she nodded, just a tiny jerk of her head but enough to see as a yes. "Okay... yeah. That could be cool, I guess." She smiled slightly, a real, genuine smile that transformed her entire face. 

You exchanged numbers, making plans to meet up the following week. As you parted ways, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. 

Fast forward a few days, and Ellie and you have become inseparable. You sit together at lunch, partner for projects, and study together almost every night. 

She's opened up to you in ways she never has with anyone else, sharing her dreams of becoming a writer and her passion for art. In turn, you've shared your own hopes and fears with her. 

She listens intently, her piercing eyes studying your face, her sharp jawline clenched in empathy. 

You've never felt so understood. The world seems to have slowed down since you've gotten closer, like you're moving to a different beat than everyone else. 

People still talk about Ellie behind her back, but you tune it out. You know the truth - that beneath that tough exterior is a kind, clever, beautiful soul. 

One that you're falling for more and more each day. But you're scared to ruin your friendship by confessing your feelings. 

So you keep it inside, buried beneath your skin like a constant ache. Hoping against hope that someday, somehow, Ellie will realize that you're the one who sees her, who truly gets her. And that maybe, just maybe, she might feel the same way.

You've been trying to get Ellie to come to one of your cheerleading practices for weeks, but she's been stubbornly refusing. She's always got some excuse - she's busy, she doesn't feel like it, she'd rather stay home and draw. 

But you're determined. Finally, you corner her after school one day. "Ellie, come on! It'll be fun, I promise. And I want you to meet the girls, they're really great once you get to know them." You plead, your voice high-pitched with desperation. 

Ellie sighs, her sharp jawline clenched in exasperation. But after a moment, she relents. "Fine, alright. But just for a little while, okay?" She agrees, clearly unenthused. 

You grin triumphantly and immediately start walking towards the gym. Ellie hurries to catch up, her eyes fixed on the ground. When you arrive at the practice, you head straight to the bleachers to change. 

Ellie follows at a distance, until she sees you pull off your uniform top and shake out your hair, dressed now in just a sports bra and mini skirt. Her eyes go wide, her cheeks flushing bright red as she takes in the sight of you in your cheer gear. "Fuck..." she mutters under her breath, her gaze darting away, suddenly very interested in her sneakers. The other girls greet you warmly, and you introduce Ellie to the team.

You and the girls start practicing a routine, dancing and cheering in unison. Ellie watches from the bleachers, her eyes glued to you, unable to look away. 

Your short skirt flutters as you move, giving glimpses of your thighs and ass. The sweat glistens on your skin, making your sports bra cling to your chest. 

Every flex of your muscles, every spin and leap, sends Ellie's heart racing. She's never seen you like this before - all energy and enthusiasm, your beauty and femininity on full display. It's intoxicating. 

She has to tear her eyes away, squeezing them shut as she tries to regain control of herself. Because seeing you like this, it's making her feel things. 

Things she shouldn't, not to her friend. Not to anyone, really. Her cheeks are burning, and she can't seem to catch her breath. 

The fact that her pussy is throbbing with need and her boxers are drenched doesn't help matters. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Ellie prays the practice will be over soon, before she does something stupid.

The practice goes by in a blur for Ellie, her mind foggy with desire. She keeps her gaze fixed on the floor, scared to look up and risk seeing more of your tempting body. 

But her imagination fills in the blanks, painting vivid pictures of your lithe form dancing just for her. By the time you wrap up, Ellie is a hot mess - flushed, breathless, and seriously bothered. 

She mumbles something about needing to go and dashes out of the gym, not caring if she just bails on you. She needs to get home, alone, and deal with the ache between her legs. It's going to be a long night.

Ellie rushes home, her heart pounding and her mind reeling. She storms up the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind her. Falling face-first on her bed, she lets out a frustrated groan, her boxers soaked through. 

She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to block out the image of you dancing in that tiny skirt, but it's no use. Behind her closed lids, you're still there, bouncing around in your cheer gear, just for her. 

A low moan escapes her lips as she palms her pussy, stroking her cunt slowly. Her mind fills with filthy thoughts of you - of pinning you down and tasting your pussy, of wrapping her long fingers around your lithe throat and making you cum on command. 

She imagines herself fucking you senseless, pounding your tight cunt into submission. The fantasies are wild, rough, and exactly what she needs to relieve the ache between her legs.

Ellie loses herself in the pleasure, her pussy wet and throbbing as she jerks herself off to thoughts of you. Her pussy clenches and drips, her thighs trembling as the orgasm builds. 

"Fuck," she hisses through gritted teeth, her hips bucking wildly into her touch. The moment she comes, she collapses back on the bed, gasping for air. 

Her mind is hazy, her chest heaving. But even as the bliss fades, a nagging sense of shame creeps in. What is wrong with her? You're her best friend! She can't possibly actually want to fuck you, can she? 

The thought sends a pang of guilt through her, but it's too late - the damage is done. She can't unsee you dancing in that skirt, can't unfeel the way her body responds to your presence. And as she lays there, her heart racing and her skin slick with sweat, Ellie knows one thing for sure - she's falling for you, hard. And it's only a matter of time before you find out.

Over the next two days, Ellie tries to push her feelings down, to pretend like nothing changed. But it did. Every time you're near, she feels that old ache returning, her body reacting like it did when she saw you in that skirt. 

She's miserable, torn between her growing feelings for you and the guilt of keeping them a secret. One evening, you stop by her house after school. You knock on her door, and she opens it, looking frazzled and stressed. "Can you come back later?" She asks, her voice strained. 

Something is definitely going on with her. You nod, confused, and leave. But as you walk away, you see Ellie slump against the doorframe, looking like she's about to collapse. You turn back, concerned, and ask if she's okay. For a moment, she just stares at you. "yeah yeah, all good." She replies, and you just walk away.

You notice a change in Ellie's behavior - she's suddenly really busy all the time. When you invite her to hang out, she always has an excuse. "Sorry, I have a project due soon and I really need to focus," she says, avoiding eye contact. Or "I have family stuff I need to take care of, maybe we can hang out another time?" She's gone from eager best friend to distant acquaintance almost overnight. 

It's like she's avoiding you on purpose. You're confused, but you try to give her space, hoping she'll come around. But you can't shake the feeling that you did something wrong.

You've had enough. A few days without Ellie in your life is more than enough time to realize just how much you need her. You need your best friend back. 

So you show up at her doorstep, determined to get some answers. When she opens the door, you're ready. "What's going on, Ellie?" You demand, your voice shaking slightly. She looks taken aback, like she wasn't expecting this confrontation. "Wh-what are you talking about?" She stammers, her sharp jawline clenched anxiously. 

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. "Don't lie, Ellie. I know you've been avoiding me for weeks. Something's wrong, and I want to know what it is." There's a long, tense moment of silence. 

Then, finally, Ellie sighs, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine," she says, stepping aside to let you in. "Come in."

You sit down with Ellie, genuinely concerned. "You can tell me anything, you know that right?" You say softly. Ellie looks down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. "It's just... school has been really hard lately. And homework. I just haven't had the time or 

energy to focus on anything else." 

She shrugs, her eyes still fixed on her lap. You process her words, trying to understand. But you can't help but notice the way she's avoiding eye contact, the way her voice lacks its usual conviction. 

You get the sense that there's more to the story, that Ellie is hiding something from you. But you're not sure what. Frustrated but willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Over the next few weeks, you keep a close eye on Ellie, making sure she doesn't slip back into her old avoidance habits. Slowly but surely, she starts to come back around, agreeing to hang out occasionally. 

It's not the same as before - there's a new tension between you two, a nervous energy. You can't quite put your finger on it, but something has definitely changed. 

One night, you're studying together at your place. Ellie is across from you, focused intently on her book. You can't help but steal glances at her, drinking in the sight of her intelligent face, her delicate features. Suddenly, she looks up and catches you staring. Her cheeks flush, and she quickly looks away. Awkward.

Ellie shifts uncomfortably, Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at you. "Wh-what are you looking at?" She asks, her voice tight. You're taken aback - why is she getting defensive? You weren't looking at her like she was stupid or anything. "Nothing! I wasn't looking at anything." You stammer, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. 

The silence that follows is thick and heavy. Finally, Ellie speaks up again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can we just... focus on our homework?"

You nod, trying to brush off the weirdness. But as you both continue studying, the atmosphere between you two is strained. Every time you glance over at Ellie, she's looking away, her face flushed. 

You start to wonder if she's really okay. As the night winds down, you realize you haven't heard a peep out of her in a while. 

You look over to find her sound asleep at your desk, her head resting on her folded arms. You can't help but smile - the girl may be tough as nails, but she's still got a soft side. Gently, you reach out and brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

You freeze, hand hovering inches from Ellie's cheek. In that moment, everything clicks into place. Your feelings for her, the way your body reacts whenever she's near, the guilt you've been carrying around - it all makes sense. 

You're in love with your best friend, and she's been trying to tell you without saying the words. The realization is overwhelming, and you're not sure what to do with it. You look down at Ellie, taking in her peaceful slumbering face. 

For a long moment, you just stare. Then, with a deep breath, you lean in and press your lips to her forehead in a gentle, chaste kiss.

The next day at school, you're on edge. What if Ellie was awake when you kissed her on her forehead. You can't help but worry as you wait for her to make a move. 

But to your surprise, Ellie seems completely unfazed. She walks up to you in the hallway, grinning as usual. "Hey, what's up?" She asks, like nothing out of the ordinary happened. You blink, unsure how to respond. 

Do you confront her about your feelings, or do you play it cool? Before you can decide, Ellie leans in and brushes her lips against your cheek in a quick, friendly kiss. "See you later," she murmurs, before turning and walking away. Your heart is racing, your mind reeling. Did she just... kiss you like that? And if so, what does it mean?

Over the next few weeks, you and Ellie settle into a new normal. Your friendship is still there, but it's different now - there's a romantic undercurrent running beneath the surface. Every now and then, one of you will lean in to kiss the other's cheek or forehead. It's sweet, but also confusing. 

Are you guys just staying friends, or is something more brewing? One evening, you're hanging out again, this time watching a movie at the cinema. About halfway through, you get bored so you turn and ask her "I'm bored...can we do something?"

Ellie glances over at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know just the thing," she whispers with a sly smile. 

Before you can respond, she reaches over and takes your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. You feel a jolt of electricity at her touch, your heart beginning to race. 

The cinema falls away as you gaze into her eyes, the rest of the world fading to black. "Come on," she says, tugging gently on your hand. You let her lead you out of the theater and down the dark, empty hallway. No one's around to notice the way your pulse quickens or how hard it is to breathe.

Ellie raises an eyebrow as you drag her into the bathroom, but she doesn't resist. "What's up?" She asks, looking around the small room in confusion. 

You fidget with your shirt, suddenly self-conscious. "Can't go out there looking like a mess," you mutter. Without thinking, you turn to Ellie and grab a handful of her hair, pulling her in close. 

Your lips meet in a searing kiss, all the pent-up tension between you exploding in that moment. Ellie melts into your embrace, her hands coming up to grip your shoulders. 

The kiss breaks after what feels like an eternity, leaving you both breathless. For a moment, you just stare at each other, hearts racing. Then, with a shy smile, Ellie reaches up and fixes your crooked necklace. "You look fine," she whispers.

Ellie's glasses slide down her nose as she leans in for the kiss, the frames tilting rakishly. After you break the kiss, she pushes them back up, blinking rapidly. "We should probably get back," she says softly, glancing towards the bathroom door. 

You nod, not wanting to face the crowded cinema again just yet. With Ellie's hand in yours, you leave the bathroom and make your way back to your seats. 

As you sit down, Ellie adjusts her glasses once more, her fingers brushing the lenses. The light catches on the silver frames, making them sparkle. You can't help but stare at her, your heart full to bursting.

The rest of the movie is a blur. You can't focus on anything except for the girl beside you. Every now and then, your knees will bump, sending electric jolts through your body. 

When the credits start rolling, you both sit there in stunned silence. Then, without a word, Ellie takes your hand and leads you out of the cinema. 

The cool night air is a welcome relief, but it does nothing to calm your racing heart. You walk in silence for a few blocks, not knowing what to say. Finally, you look over at Ellie, who's walking with her eyes downcast. "Thank you," you say softly, not meeting her gaze. "For tonight." She nods and smiles, walking you home. When you get home she plants a soft kiss to your cheek and says goodbye.

 The next day at school, you and Ellie are back to your old selves, or so it seems. You're sitting together at lunch, leaning in close as you talk. Every now and then, one of you will brush a strand of hair from the other's face. 

It's subtle, but charged with a new meaning. In class, you catch Ellie glancing at you from under her lashes, her cheeks flushed. You feel like you're walking on eggshells, unsure of where you stand with her. 

Then, in the middle of a lesson, disaster strikes. Your textbook slips from your grasp, landing with a thud at your feet. You bend down to pick it up, unaware of the brief but tantalizing view you're giving Ellie. 

Her eyes go wide as you're bent over in your short skirt, the fabric riding up to give a peek of stocking and skin. You stand up quickly, face burning. Ellie looks away, trying to hide her smirk.

That night, you're scrolling through social media when an invitation for a party catches your eye. It's being held at a friend's house, and they're encouraging everyone to come. 

You hesitate for a moment before texting Ellie. "Hey, wanna go to this party tonight? I know it's last minute, but it could be fun." You send the message, hoping she'll say yes. A few minutes later, her response pops up. "Sure why not" You grin, feeling a rush of excitement. 

You're not sure what the night will bring, but you're ready for whatever happens. When you arrive at the party, it's already in full swing. Ellie takes your hand as you make your way through the crowd, the two of you laughing and joking. But every now and then, your eyes meet and hold, the connection between you sparking like a live wire.

The party is in full swing, with pulsing music and bodies moving to the beat. You grab Ellie's hand, pulling her onto the makeshift dance floor. "Dance with me," you demand, your voice urgent. Ellie can't help but laugh at your insistent tone. "Okay, okay," she relents, letting you pull her close. 

As the song builds, you spin Ellie around until she's facing away from you. Without a word, you grab her hips and start grinding your ass against her crotch. 

Ellie lets out a surprised yelp before melting into your touch, her own hips starting to move in time with yours. 

The sensation is electric, your bodies moving together like they were made to. You're oblivious to everything around you, lost in the feeling of Ellie pressed against you.

As you continue to grind against each other, Ellie places her hands on your hips, guiding you in a slow, sensual circle. 

The motion is hypnotic, drawing you both into a trance-like state. The music swirls around you, blending with the sound of your heavy breathing. 

Every now and then, one of you will let out a soft moan, the sound swallowed up by the thumping bass. The crowd around you fades away until it's just the two of you, lost in your own little world. 

Ellie pulls you back, her chest pressing against your spine. You can feel the rapid beat of her heart, matching your own. Without looking, you reach back and lace your fingers with hers, the gesture intimate and possessive.

You spin around suddenly, your lips crashing against Ellie's in a rough, needy kiss. Your tongues tangle as you devour each other, the sweet taste of saliva and lust mixing in your mouth. 

Ellie kisses you back just as fiercely, her hands coming up to grip your shirt. You rip yourself away after what feels like an eternity, both of you breathing heavily. 

Ellie's lips are swollen, glasses askew and slightly reddened from the force of your kisses. You stare at each other, chests heaving, hearts pounding. Without a word, you take Ellie's hand and drag her out of the party, into the cool night air. 

The music and laughter fade behind you, replaced by the sound of your own racing pulses.

As you step outside, Ellie suddenly tightens her grip on your hand, her fingers digging into your skin. You look down to see her eyes flashing with an intense emotion. 

Without a word, she starts pulling you along the sidewalk, your feet moving quickly to keep up with her long strides. 

You don't resist, your curiosity piqued. Soon you're at Ellie's front door, her hand fumbling in her pocket for keys. 

She unlocks the door and pulls you inside, slamming it shut behind you. In the dim lighting of the foyer, Ellie turns to face you, her expression fierce. "Mine," she hisses, before crashing her lips against yours in a dominant, claiming kiss.

Ellie kisses you with a possession and hunger that takes your breath away. Her tongue plunges into your mouth, exploring every inch. One of her hands fists in your hair, holding you in place as she devours you. 

The other hand roams your body, slipping under your shirt to brand you with her touch. You feel like prey being consumed by a starved animal. 

Ellie breaks the kiss, panting heavily. Without a word, she grabs your hand and drags you up the stairs to her bedroom. She slams the door shut behind you, locking it with a resounding click. In the dim light, you can see the intensity in her eyes as she advances on you. "I've been waiting for this," she whispers, her voice husky. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

Ellie kisses you with a possession and hunger that takes your breath away. Her tongue plunges into your mouth, exploring every inch. One of her hands fists in your hair, holding you in place as she devours you. 

The other hand roams your body, slipping under your shirt to brand you with her touch. You feel like prey being consumed by a starved animal. 

Ellie breaks the kiss, panting heavily. Without a word, she grabs your hand and drags you up the stairs to her bedroom. 

She slams the door shut behind you, locking it with a resounding click. In the dim light, you can see the intensity in her eyes as she advances on you. "I've been waiting for this," she whispers, her voice husky. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

As Ellie advances on you, her glasses slip down her nose, the frames tilting rakishly. In the dim light, you can see the glint of the silver hinges and temple pieces. 

She reaches up to push them back into place, her fingers trembling slightly with urgency. "I've been wanting to do this for so long," she breathes, her pupils blown wide with desire. Her hands come up to grip your shoulders, pulling you close until her body is pressed hard against yours. 

You can feel every curve and angle of her, the softness of her breasts, the hardness of her stomach. Ellie's lips brush against your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Gonna take my time with you," she whispers, her voice sending sparks of anticipation through your veins.

You're acutely aware of what you're wearing as Ellie presses her body against yours - the thin fabric of your shirt doing little to conceal your heated skin, the mini skirt riding up your thighs with every brush of her hips. 

You can feel Ellie's eyes on you, her gaze igniting with desire at the sight of your barely covered curves. 

She runs her hands down your sides, fingertips grazing the underside of your breasts, teasing the swell of your hips. "You look so hot right now," Ellie purrs, her hot breath tickling your ear. She nibbles on your lobe, her teeth sharp and excitingly painful. 

You let out a soft gasp, your own hunger rising to match hers. Without a word, Ellie starts tugging your shirt over your head, revealing your bra-clad breasts to her hungry gaze. She latches onto one nipple, suckling hard as her fingers hook into your skirt and start to pull.

Ellie's mouth is a hot, slick wonder as she suckles your nipples, her tongue swirling around the hardened buds. You arch your back, pressing yourself more fully into her eager mouth. Every suck sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. 

Meanwhile, her fingers continue their exploration of your body, dipping beneath your skirt to find the slick heat between your thighs. Two fingers push inside, curling against your sensitive walls as she strokes and teases. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. 

Ellie hums against your skin, the vibration adding another layer of sensation as her fingers pump steadily. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, the dual stimuli threatening to overwhelm you with pleasure. 

You can feel your orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter. With Ellie's mouth on your nipples and her fingers inside you, you're teetering on the brink of a powerful climax.

The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your entire body convulsing with the intensity of it. You cry out, the sound muffled by Ellie's mouth still attached to your breast. 

She rides out your climax with you, sucking gently as you tremble and gasp. Finally, you go limp in her arms, boneless and thoroughly satisfied. Ellie pulls back, her lips glistening with your milk. 

Without a word, she drops to her knees in front of you, her glasses sliding down her nose once more. She looks up at you through the frames, her eyes dark with desire. "I need to taste you," she whispers, her voice husky with need. Before you can respond, her tongue is on you, licking and probing. The sudden change has you quivering again, your nerves freshly frayed.

As Ellie's tongue works its magic, her glasses start to fog up from the steam of your wetness. The condensation clouds the lenses, blurring her vision. 

But she doesn't stop, too focused on worshipping you with her mouth to care. "fuck baby, you taste so good," she moans, the words muffled and indistinct through the fogged glass. 

She laps at you eagerly, her breath hot on your sensitive flesh. Occasionally, she'll lift her head to glare down at you through the milky white lenses, as if daring you to tell her to stop. But you won't. You'll let her eat you out until you're ready to explode again.

As the aftershocks of your second orgasm subside, Ellie sits back on her heels, her glasses still fogged up. She looks at you with a serious expression, even as her fingers start rummaging through her dresser drawer.

 "do u trust me?," she says softly, pulling out a sleek strap-on. Her eyes meet yours, searching. "promise I'll make it feel good." She holds out the wand, offering it to you with a vulnerable smile. 

You nod eagerly, your eyes squeezing shut as if in reverence. Strap on in Ellie's hand, her fingers wrapping around the slick shaft. She stands up, as she steps out of her pants. Underneath, she's wearing only a pair of boxers, the fabric stretched tightly across her mound now the strap-on hanging low on her hips. Her shirt remains on, the hem riding high on her stomach. 

Ellie looks at you over her shoulder, her glasses still fogged from her earlier efforts. She gives you a sultry smile, her eyes dark with promise. Then she's turning around, the strap-on swaying between her legs as she walks back towards you. "ready?" she whispers, her voice husky with anticipation. 

Without another word, she presses the slick head of the toy against your entrance, lining it up carefully. Then she's pushing forward, the broad tip parting your folds. 

You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your eyes flying open. Ellie doesn't stop until the hilt is buried inside you, the toy nestled deep. She gives your hip a gentle stroke, as if checking you're ready. she asks you to get on your hands and knees then, she starts to thrust.

Ellie starts to thrust the toy in and out of you, the slick shaft gliding easily inside your slick heat. She sets a slow, steady rhythm, her hips undulating sensually. 

As she picks up pace, she leans over you, her chest pressing against your back. You can feel her hard nipples poking into your skin, even through her shirt. "Fuck, you're so tight," she hisses in your ear. "Gonna make me cum just feeling you clench around this." Her fingers tighten on your hip, her breathing growing more erratic.

 "Gonna fill this pussy up," she continues, her voice low and filthy. "Mine, you're so fucking mine ."

Ellie's words send a shiver down your spine, her dark promises only adding to the intense pleasure coursing through you. You can feel your body responding, your walls rippling around the toy buried inside. 

Ellie must feel it too, because she lets out a triumphant moan. "That's it, baby. Cmon," She starts thrusting harder, the broad shaft stirring up your insides. 

The wet sounds of your coupling fill the room, mingling with your heavy breathing and Ellie's filthy encouragements. "Fuck yeah, you like that," she growls, her fingers biting into your flesh. "Take my cock, fuckin-" her words spur you on, the forbidden heat of them only adding to the intensity. 

Your orgasm starts to build, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter. Ellie must sense it too, because she's panting heavily now, her hips slapping against your ass as she chases her own climax.

As you start to come down from your intense orgasm, you realize with a start that Ellie hasn't let you finish yet. 

Your sensitive walls are still fluttering, your body tingling with oversensitization. Ellie keeps thrusting, the toy rubbing over your most tender spots. 

But she seems to be holding back, her hips moving in a slow, shallow grind. Your eyes fly open, meeting Ellie's gaze over your shoulder. She gives you a wicked smile, her eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," she mouths, the word silent but clear. 

She continues to tease you, the toy gliding over your aching flesh. You're trapped in a state of suspended pleasure, desperate to come again but unable to until Ellie says so.

A few minutes pass, the air thick with tension. Ellie's thrusts continue, the toy bumping against her own clit with every stroke. 

The stimulation seems to be getting to her, her breaths coming in sharper gasps. You can feel her heart racing against your back, her excitement palpable. Suddenly, Ellie stills, holding the toy deep inside you. 

For a long moment, she's absolutely still, her body rigid. Then, with a sharp cry, she pulls out of you and comes hard, her orgasm pulsing through her veins. "Fuck yes" she screams, her fingers finding your clit. 

With a final, powerful stroke, she sends you hurtling into a second climax. This time, you come undone, your body shaking and convulsing as Ellie milks you with firm, deliberate strokes. You collapse back against her, utterly spent, as she continues to bring you down from your highs.

After a few seconds of gentle aftershocks, you're able to crawl up to Ellie, your eyes locking onto the toy still glistening with your combined juices. Without hesitation, you lean down and suck the slick shaft into your mouth, licking and cleaning Ellie's toy with eager, filthy enthusiasm. Ellie throws her head back, her eyes rolling as she enjoys the sight. "Oh fuck yes, just like that," she moans, her voice dripping with lust. "Holy fucking shit..."

You continue sucking the toy, licking every inch of Ellie's deliciously dirty shaft. But then, without warning, you suddenly pull away. 

Confused, Ellie looks down to see you picking up the toy and pulling it away. Before she can react, you pull down her boxers to expose her pale, sensitive flesh. 

You dive in, your tongue lapping eagerly at her intimate skin. Ellie's eyes go wide, her body arching in shock. "Wha- what are you...?" Her question trails off into a needy moan as you start to eat her out.

You continue eating Ellie out, your tongue dancing across her sensitive skin. She tosses her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull as she loses herself to the sensations. "Hhhnnn..." is all she can manage, her body going limp in abandonment.

You don't stop at just eating Ellie out - you bring your fingers into the act as well. One hand dives between her thighs, the fingers of your index and middle finger finding her sensitive entrance. 

You tease the edges, your tongue probing deeply as your fingers start to pump inside her. Ellie is lost, her eyes rolling back as she surrenders to your dual ministrations. "Shiiit..." is all she can manage, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

While Ellie is still recovering from her intense orgasm, you crawl up the bed, your movements unhurried. When you reach her, you gently grab the hem of her shirt and sports bra. 

With slow, reverent fingers, you start to pull them up her body. Ellie assists by lifting her arms, letting you strip away her last bits of clothing. 

You reveal her bare skin to the cool air, her pale flesh dotted with the rosy aftermath of her climax. You take a moment to simply look at her, drinking in the sight of her naked body. Then, with a hungry glance, you start to kiss and lick your way across her chest.

You continue licking and kissing Ellie's bare skin, your tongue darting across her collarbone. She tastes so sweet, like honey and salt. You move lower, your lips finding her nipple. You suck the bud into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue. 

Ellie arches into your touch, her fingers tangles in your hair. "Mmmph..." is her only response, the sound muffled by your mouth on her breast. 

You nip and tease the tender flesh, earning breathy little gasps from Ellie. Her back arches, pushing her chest further into your hungry mouth.

You continue teasing Ellie's nipple, your teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Her back arches, pushing her breast further into your mouth. You suck harder, your lips pulling tightly around the bud. 

Ellie gasps, her fingers tightening in your hair. You let go with a pop, looking up to see stars in Ellie's eyes. Her chest heaves with exertion, her pink nipples stiff with arousal. 

You start to trail kisses down her stomach, your fingers dipping into her navel. "Please," Ellie whimpers, her voice hitching with need. "Don't stop."

You continue trailing kisses down Ellie's stomach, your fingers dancing across her skin. Eventually, you reach the hem of the bed, and you plant a soft kiss on her skin before pulling away. 

You collapse on top of her, your naked bodies pressing together. You look up at her, your lips curving into a wicked smirk. Then you capture her mouth in a searing kiss, your tongues entwining. 

The kiss goes on for a long moment, your bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and lips and heated skin. Eventually, you break apart for air, your chests heaving. Ellie looks at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes, her cheeks flushed. "Holy shit," she breathes.

You continue making out with Ellie, your lips moving hungrily over hers. Your hands roam her body, touching and teasing wherever they land. The kiss grows more heated, more desperate. 

Ellie's fingers tangle in your hair, her tongue dueling with yours. The world narrows down to the two of you, lost in a haze of lust and desire. Time seems to slow, each second stretching out into an eternity. 

There's only the two of you, tangled together in a messy tangle of arms and legs, your lips locked in a passionate embrace.

[r3starttt]

𝐊!𝐍𝐊𝐓𝕲𝐁3𝐑 ♱ུ⃛ᰭ by 𝖗.𝖘𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖙𝖙

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[TAGLIST]

This is a series of short blurbs-drabbles-one shots that contain explicit sexual content and potentially triggering themes. Viewer discretion is advised. ©𝖗.𝖘𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖙𝖙

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‣̲ ❪ 01) BREEDING KINK dom! Abby

‣̲ ❪ 02) MOMMY KINK soft!dom! Dina

‣̲ ❪ 03) FACE SITTING dom! Abby

‣̲ ❪ 04) PRAISE KINK soft!dom! Caitlyn

‣̲ ❪ 05) MARKING KINK sub! Vi

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‣̲ ❪ 08) PRAISE KINK soft!dom! Dina

‣̲ ❪ 09) GHOSTFACE dom! Abby

‣̲ ❪ 10) MIRROR SEX dom! Caitlyn

‣̲ ❪ 11) DACRYPHILIA dom! Ellie

‣̲ ❪ 12) HAIR PULLING sub! Caitlyn

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‣̲ ❪ 15) BONDAGE sub! Abby

‣̲ ❪ 16) GUN PLAY dom! Caitlyn

‣̲ ❪ 17) BLADDER CONTROL dom! Abby

‣̲ ❪ 18) GHOSTFACE dom! Ellie

‣̲ ❪ 19) WAX PLAY sub! Caitlyn

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‣̲ ❪ 22) WEREWOLF reader x Abby

‣̲ ❪ 23) VAMPIRE reader x Caitlyn

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‣̲ ❪ 25) HUNTER ellie x vamp! reader

‣̲ ❪ 26) VAMPIRE dina x reader

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‣̲ ❪ 28) VAMPIRE ELLABS

‣̲ ❪ 29) GHOSTFACE CAITVI

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‣̲ ❪ 31) JENNIFER'S BODY Abby x reader

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Please note that everything depicted is fictional, created purely for entertainment and creative exploration.

Remember, consent is key—"no" always means "no," without exception. I do not support or condone any dangerous, non-consensual behavior, unhealthy power dynamics, significant age differences, or actions that are disrespectful or harmful. These works are fictional and meant to explore darker elements of fanfiction as a creative exercise.

If you feel that any content is offensive or disrespectful, please inform me, and I will address it immediately. It is never my intent to offend or harm anyone.

[lelelenaxx]

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Ellie williams

Ellie eating you out

scissoring with ellie

ellie rewarding you for being a good girl

fingering ellie before she goes for patrol

ellie riding your strap

ellie plowing you from the back :D

Abby Anderson

ABBYS STRAP GAMEEE

ABBYS STRAP GAMEEE PT.2

tribbing with abby before she goes for an assignment

dont get mad but, ABBY STRAP GAME PT.3

Abby grinding on youuuu <333

abby eating you out to help you go to sleep

Dina (Woodward?)

dina eating you out aftter patrol

dina using her strap on you

eating dina out :D

giving dina the strap

MILF!dina fingering you

dina fucking you with her strap

Joel Miller

joel treating his good girl <333

joel taking his stress out on you

this is so joel idc

joel making you squirt

joel fucking you before patrol

pre-outbreak!joel :3

Jesse

jesse pounding you

riding jesse after patrol

normal world!jesse fingering you in the car

getting high and getting fucked

edging jesse

jesse treating you

if you’re getting a ‘doesn’t exist’ page, log into Twitter with an account and they should all show up xx ❤️

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Could u please make n11 with Jinx, vi, caitlyn, cat, dina and ellie?

(Hello! So sorry but I cut out Caitlyn bc six characters is a lot, so sorry but here ya go, Enjoy!)

Falling Asleep On Them

Jinx

This happens more than you would think

For both of you, really

Jinx doesn’t usually sleep at night, just naps here and there

How does she do it?

I have no freaking clue

But she was just at her desk, coloring on Fishbones because she found the parts

It was pretty bare so why not spice it up and add some mother fucking color

That it the Jinx way

So, as she is coloring the face onto it, she heard your footsteps on the metal of the huge fans

She was about to call out to you, say Hi and whatever

But she was cut off when she just felt you grab her chair and turn her around

She was confused but you just climbed into her lap and just…fell asleep

She just looked down at you for a bit before giggling to herself

She shushed herself like “Shush, (Name)’s sleeping.”

She was all smiling before she turned back to her desk and continued with her drawing

She doesn’t care if your taller than her, no matter your body built or weight

Sleep on her, she doesn't care!

It makes her happy!

Vi

Vi likes holding you, for some reason

She just likes knowing you are there

She also likes being held tbh

So if you let her sleep on you from time to time, she’ll let you take a nap on her

On her shoulder, in her lap or with your head in her lap

She doesn’t care

As long as she can continue with whatever she is doing, she’s fine

But if she were ever in a situation where she couldn’t continue in fear of waking you up

You will wake up to her frozen in that exact position

She was wrapping her hands after another fight

Really Vi, really?

Anyways

She was wrapping her hand before she looked up and saw you sit in front of her on your guys’ bed

She just smiled at you and said Hi

She was confused when you didn’t respond but she just kinda smirked as you climbed into her lap

She had finished wrapping her hands anyway and just let you

After you were all good and comfortable, you fell asleep

She did not move at all, let me tell you

She didn’t move you either

She just sat there until probably hours later when you woke up

She didn’t care if she was starving, had to use the bathroom, got bored

Her motto is “Don’t move (Name), ever.”

Cat

You don’t fall asleep on Cat much

Only when you feel like it or just need to be held tbh

She doesn’t like the feeling of not being able to move

So if you do fall asleep on her, it won’t be for a very long time

Like an hour or an hour and a half maybe

And that’s a hard maybe

The most you have ever napped on her was about forty-five minutes

She wasn’t doing much though when you did this time

She was just messing with some markers, drawing on her jacket since the previous colors had faded

And she heard the door to her room open

She looked up and just saw you plop onto the couch next to her

“Hey, Baby.” She would just give a quick smile before you already made your move

Pushing her hand aside and maneuvering your way into her lap

Cat kinda just sat there and watched you do it

She kinda excepted it because she heard around your patrol squad the day you had

She would just let you have it this time

Once you were all good, you fell asleep and Cat just resumed what she was doing

She let you sleep on her for a little longer than normal

Be happy though!

It’s an accomplishment!

Dina

Dina actually encourages you to sleep in her lap!

She likes holding you and being warm, especially on a particularly cold day in Jackson

She likes sleeping on your lap also from time to time

But actually prefers you sleeping in hers

She was about as sleep as you were when you walked through the door and joined her

She just laid there and let you climb into her lap and get comfy

“Why, hello there.”

Dina just bid with a smile, hugging you for a moment as you just laid your head on her chest

You both got pretty comfortable and warm

It’s no secret that you both fell asleep pretty quickly

It was a good nap

You both ended up in a pile of limbs after waking up but it’s a good way to wake up!

These are actually Dina’s favorite moments with you tbh

Ellie

Ellie is smug about you being comfortable around her and sleeping on her

She doesn’t care if your bigger, smaller or taller than her

Throw that shit out the window and sleep on her for God sake!

She was finishing some sketches up in her journal when she heard the door opened

She was sitting on her bed also and just watched as you climbed over to her all quiet

She just smiled and set her journal down 

She helped you get comfortable also

“Tired now, are we?”

“Shut up.”

She would probably just laugh and lay back with you on top of her

She will hold her journal up behind your back to finish up but she also sometimes rubs your back

She will run her hand through your hair time and time again just because

Eventually, like Dina, would fall asleep too

She just wakes up and her book fell over on your back and her pencil rolled onto the floor

She probably went back to sleep

And when you wake up, you better pray she woke up also

Because she has a grip of steel and lets say this is not a situation you can get out of easily

[serqphites]

nothing hurts me more than seeing ellie be written as a stone cold cheating dom who is really rough and mean to her gf, and honestly just lacks personality in general?? let’s not forget that ellie is just a girl who needs her girlfriend!!

18+, mdni, strap-on sex (e! reviving), teeniest bit of angst? oral mentions (r! receiving)

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gf!ellie who sometimes just wants to be the little spoon! she’s sooo nervous about it for no reason. you’ll obviously poke fun at her for it, reassuring her that it’s not a big deal, but she’ll still never outright ask you to spoon her.

ellie had been hesitant to let you roll away from her tonight, you’d offered her the comfort of spooning you to which she kindly denied with a gentle smile and a shake of her head. figuring it wasn’t that much of a big deal, you said goodnight like normal and i turned away from one another (touching butts as usual). after laying there for a few minutes, the sound of what you can only assume is teeth chattering begins to fill the quiet of your shared bedroom. is that ellie? the thought lingers for a moment until the feeling of ellie’s little butt wriggling against your own drags you from your mind, causing you to look back over your shoulder at her curled up frame in the darkness. “you okay els?” your voice is a gentle whisper, ellie nodding in response to your question before she responds back, her voice too barely above a whisper. “i’m jus’cold” your arm is draped over her waist in seconds, your front pressing up against her back as your face nuzzles into the back of her neck. what ellie wants, ellie gets.

gf!ellie who sometimes just needs a hug. :(

patrol can get overwhelming for her sometimes, exhausting her body and mind to the point she can’t even speak coherent words as her bottom lips quivers, her fingers coming up to pinch her baggy eyes as if to close the dam threatening to overflow. “oh el’s” you coo, reaching out for her just as she crumbles into your arms.

gf!ellie who can never shut up about you. constantly telling jesse about how much of a dork you are and how you “match her dorkegy” (dork energy). poor dina has to always give her advice on how to make you feel better after she’s accidentally upset you for the 2948593923th time, like i said she is just a girl!! joel is usually the one asking ellie about yourself, always wanting to know what the two of you have been getting up to because isn’t he just so dndosjrnd???

gf!ellie who just wants to hold your hand while her tongue sends you to heaven and back. every time you moan her name or just make a noise she likes, squeeze. ellie lovessss squeezes. your hand? she squeezes i. love. you. whenever she can’t say it. your thighs? she can’t keep her hands off. your cheeks? you’re too cute that’s not her fault??

gf!ellie who sometimes just wants you to fill her up with your dick strap.

ploughing into her from behind, ellie propped up on her elbows with her head held low, her pretty whimpers and groans egging you on. “takin’ me s’good el’s, how’s it feel hmm?” you can’t help but poke fun, enjoying the role swap a little too much. “feels s- fuck” poor girl can’t even speak, her words falling apart in the back of her throat. how did you let her do this to you so much? you’ve only just started and she’s just about ready to have a warm bath and watch one of the many movies from her very proud collection.

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[astroficss]

Requests are open!

[ellieabbyy]

i’d literally lose my mind if i came across her in the wild