#dina woodward x you

[dykeadvocate]

lactation kink w/ dina

she knew immediately what you needed when your eyes welled with tears.

she pulled you into her lap with a soft smile, unclipping her bra and lifting her shirt over her head.

she positioned you to lay in the crook of her elbow and with a little bit of struggle, managed to take your bottoms off so that your lower body was revealed to her.

"come on, baby." she rubbed your cheek with her thumb, encouraging you.

with a shy smile, you wrapped your lips around her nipple and sucked lightly. after a few sucks, warm liquid flooded your mouth.

a breathy moan left dina's lips.

her fingers trailed down your stomach, stopping on your clit and rubbing it in slow, soft circles.

you whimpered around her nipple, milk dribbling out of your mouth.

"messy girl." dina wiped the milk away.

her fingers dragged lower until a single finger was pushing into your cunt.

she worked you up to your orgasm slowly and sweetly, cooing at you whenever milk dribbles out of your mouth.

her thumbs rubbed your clit, quickly pushing you over the edge. you cried out, shuddering in her arms.

"oh, there we go. good girl,"

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a/n; i swear to god this isnt age play

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[meganegatari]

ellie ver. abby ver. no one asked for this but i'm writing it anyway! to complete the set heheh, and to have SOMETHING in my poor girl dina's section...tis barren. just saw a tumbleweed roll by, actually. warning: extremely lazy, smutty yap ahead. typed this in like .2 seconds idek-

so, to cut straight (not!!) to the chase, dina's favorite method is none of the three—strap, tribbing, or fingering. yes she loves them all, but her favorite would be oral. more specifically face-sitting, methinks. both giving and receiving, but ima talk about receiving.

when she's on top of you, i feel like she'd be very vocal. shaky, sweet-toned moans and sounds falling from her plush lips while you work your magic, and an endless sea of praises for you too. "so good, yes—just like that... don't stop." her velvety voice only eggs you on to do more, as you change your tongue into a point to circle her throbbing bud, before harshly sucking it in your mouth, and feeling her pussy gush all over your face. and fuck how you loved her thighs, you could get lost in kneading the soft flesh, tugging her closer to you with wide caresses all over her creamy skin, wherever you could reach.

you dip your skilled tongue into her quivering hole, and she takes ahold of the top of your head to brace herself, her whines of pleasure increasing in pitch. they say having a woman seated on your face is a near-godly experience, and with dina—boy did that ring true. the longer she stayed there, rocking her hips against your mouth, the less and less you wanted to leave. every move she made was somehow filled with grace and a certain elegance, no matter how lewd it was in actuality.

your eyes would flutter, your own moans muffled and shooting vibrations against her, inciting even more shockwaves of pleasure to shoot through her body. i also think she'd be an expert at keeping her composure. her voice would stay breathy, yet it would have a somewhat softly dominating, even saccharine edge to it, especially when she got close, and you had no choice but to obey.

if she was about to cum you couldn't tell just by her sounds, but by opening your eyes to look up at her and the way she had thrown her head back, her dark locks cascading around her as if they were a waterfall, and the tensing of her pussy, along with her thighs clamping your head in were all telltale signs she was there. you flatten your tongue to let her ride out the high until she's spent, gasping and trembling above you, until she falls to the side with a satisfied smile on her face.

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[xo-cori]

can you do a dina x sub reader on a first date at some fancy restaurant but dina’s really flirty and touchy and loves making the reader nervous pleasee i need dom dina😵‍💫

magnetic, everything about you

pairing: dina woodward x fem!reader

summary: it’s unlike you to fall for anybody quite this hard. especially not on your first date.

warnings: kissing in public, lots of PDA in general actually, implied dom/sub dynamics

a/n: anon…….. this request changed my life. talking to dina b like uhhh ummm uhhum umm umuh uhhhhh um 😁

You aren’t made nervous easily.

In fact, you can’t remember the last time your cheeks have been this hot, or the last time you’d had this swirling feeling in your stomach, and it’s all because of her low-cut maroon dress and the way her arm hasn’t left your shoulders once after two glasses of wine. Her voice is smooth like honey, deep and sweet, and her smile is nothing short of infectious. She’s so close that you can smell the distinction between her perfume and her shampoo; a mix of roses and coconut that makes your head spin and your heart race.

This is awful, you think. She must be a succubus, or a witchy seductress; one who uses her powers to get what she wants. At this point, you’d be willing to give her anything. Whatever spell she cast is working.

The scenery of the restaurant around you seems to have disappeared. The chandeliers above that cast a warm light, the stained glass windows, all the distant chatter and conversation from tables around you. It seems that nothing matters outside of this booth, tucked away into a quiet corner, thigh-to-thigh with the woman of your dreams. She tells your stories of her friends, her coworkers, her family (mostly her older sister, you notice, they must be close). She makes your mind blank on any stories you could tell in return.

“Turns out, the car was unlocked the whole time anyways, so there was no reason for him to smash the window in the first place!” Dina laughs, and you offer a smile that might be brighter than the sun. Most people wouldn’t joke about their car getting broken into. Dina, though… Dina is different. A good different.

Conversation is easy with her. She could talk for hours and you wouldn’t mind, yet she makes sure to ask you just as many questions and ease you out of your shell. It’s only one of the many reasons you’re so whipped for this woman on your first date.

There’s a pause. A long one, and you would’ve tried to break the silence, but she seems to be studying you. It takes all of your willpower to not shrink under her prying gaze. She looks you up and down, causing you to raise your eyebrows expectantly. “What? Is there something on my face?” You wonder.

“Tell me if I’m wrong, but I think I make you nervous.” Dina says. “It’s not like you’re really trying to hide it.”

This is quite a blow to your self esteem, considering you had been trying to hide it. Very hard, in fact. “Someone’s cocky,” you tilt your head away from her, an attempt to deflect from the embarrassment you feel.

“I’m cocky for a reason!” She brings her free hand to take a gentle grip of your chin, forcing you to look at her. “Your face is all hot. That tends to happen when people are nervous, y’know.”

“Don’t be a smartass!” You exclaim, nervously moving your face from her grip and looking down at your lap.

“But you like it,” she points out. “Look at me.”

Your jaw tenses as you finally look back at her. Her arm, the one that’s around your shoulder, raises a bit so she can smooth out that tension with her hand. That signature smile of hers is still there, and it makes you melt into her touch. “You like it, right?”

After a moment of silence, you nod. “Yeah, actually. Is it obvious?”

“Very.” She says. “It’s cute, though. You’re cute.”

You aren’t sure what to say to this, of course, but you find yourself immediately regretting the first words you can find.

“Kiss me,” you whisper. “Please.”

Her dark eyes widen, and at first, you figured you’ve already fucked this all up; that is, until she scans the room, pleased to find that no one’s being nosy. Little do you know, she’d been waiting for this moment all night.

When she finally kisses you, you can tell. Her hand holds the back of your head while the other wanders to your thigh, securing you into place, though you wouldn’t dream of pulling away. You taste her cherry lipgloss and the red wine that lingers on her tongue. Mindlessly, you grab onto her shoulder, thankful that she wore a strapless dress so that you could feel the smooth skin above her collarbone. You’d do anything to be closer to her. You’d crawl right into her lap if you weren’t in public.

The hand on your thigh wanders up to your waist, flexing against your rib cage, causing you to arch your back and whine as her tongue caresses yours. The simplest of touches, yet your knees turn to jelly beneath you.

Although hesitantly, she’s the first to break away. Her lips are plump and her cheeks dark, which fills you with an odd sense of pride. “Oh, you’ve been wanting that for a while, huh?” She teases.

You just nod your head dumbly, still eyeing her lips, wishing they were still on yours.

“You don’t have any plans after this, do you?” Dina asks with a hopeful tone. Your heart does a flip inside your chest.

“No,” you tell her. “Do you?”

“Unless you wanna leave with me, then no. I don’t.” She shrugs, watching as another wide smile breaks across your face.

You squeeze her shoulder. “I guess we both have plans, then.”

The sparks still haven’t faded. Dina smiles right back at you and you share a quiet laugh, uncaring to those around you, and most definitely uncaring to the fact that you’re gonna be leaving your car in the parking lot for the night. You’re unsure what the night holds, but Dina’s got you wrapped around her finger, and she looks at you like she knows it.

[dizzyjelly]

Dina Woodward Masterlist

"this better be better than a six."

🌶smut🧁fluff 🧊angst

Really Sorry 🧁🌶

Series

Texts with gf!Dina .1🧊🧁(🌶 implied) .2🧊🧁

We're Just Friends .1🧊🧁

I Like You, You Idiot .1🧊🧁

[valeisaslut]

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO, Ellie with a tongue piercing eating you out

⭒࿐Ellie with a tongue piercing - drabble

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content warnings: oral sex (r!receiving) fingering (r!receiving) top!ellie, sub!reader, cursing, pet names, making out, afab! reader, MEN AND MINORS DNI, likes and reblogs are appreciated 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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It was impulsive—Ellie thinks, or at least, that’s what she tells herself.

You were lying next to her on her bed, phone in hand, scrolling through Pinterest when you stopped to show her a picture. A girl with a tongue piercing, silver catching the light as she stuck it out playfully.

"Tongue piercings are sooo fucking hot" you had murmured, almost absentmindedly, but Ellie caught the way your voice dipped just slightly. The way your lips parted, tongue running over them like the thought alone did something to you.

She pretended it wasn’t getting to her, brushing it off with a lazy, "Yeah, kinda." But she felt it. Deep in her chest.

Later that night, lying awake in bed, she kept thinking about it. About you saying it. About what it would feel like, taste like, how you might react when—

A week later, she did it.

And now, she’s standing outside your door, tongue still sore, heart hammering like she’s seventeen again.

She’s quiet when she steps inside, more than usual. Her hands stay shoved in the pocket of her hoodie, and she keeps looking at you, then away, then back again, like she’s waiting for you to notice.

You don’t—not at first. She’s always had that restless energy, that way of looking at you like she’s hiding something, even when she’s not. So you let her in, let her kick off her shoes, let her lounge on your bed like she always does, flipping through her phone while you scroll through yours, music playing low between you.

And then—

Click.

Your eyes flick up.

Click.

It’s soft, nearly lost under the hum of the music, but distinct—the metallic tap of something against her teeth. Your brows furrow.

Ellie shifts like she can feel your stare, but she doesn’t look at you. Just keeps rolling something over her tongue. Click. Click. Click.

Your brain short-circuits.

No way.

“Ellie.”

She freezes.

Your suspicion sharpens, and you push yourself up slightly. “Open your mouth.”

She scoffs, trying for casual, but there’s something behind it—something almost shy. “The fuck? Why?”

Your eyes narrow.

Then, she does it again—deliberate this time. Click. Rolls something against her teeth before flicking her tongue out just enough for you to catch the glint of silver.

Your jaw drops.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

Ellie smirks, but it’s lopsided, almost nervous. Her tongue flickes out again, just barely. “Yeah.”

You grab her face.

“Ellie.” Your voice is softer now, breathless. “When did you—?”

Her fingers twitch against the fabric of her hoodie. “Few days ago.” she mutters, eyes darting away like she’s suddenly self-conscious. Ellie. Self-conscious.

Ellie tenses slightly but lets you tilt her chin up, lets you press your thumb to the corner of her lips and coax them open just enough to get a proper look. The barbell sits snug against her tongue, catching the dim light of your room as she flicks it experimentally.

Something warm curls deep in your stomach.

Your fingers linger against her jaw, and suddenly, Ellie looks less sure of herself, pupils dark and wide. Her breath is uneven, lips slightly parted like she’s waiting for something—

And then she crashes into you.

It’s sudden, messy—more heat than finesse, all lips and urgency. She kisses you like she’s been holding back, like she can’t take another second of it. Her hands find your waist, grip tight, pulling you closer as her tongue slips past your lips.

And there—there it is.

The piercing presses against your own tongue, smooth metal against warmth, an unfamiliar sensation that makes your whole body react. It’s cold at first, a stark contrast to the heat of her mouth, but then it shifts, melding with the warmth, gliding over your tongue with every movement.

Ellie makes a quiet, wrecked noise as you chase it, testing it, letting your tongue flick over the metal deliberately. You feel her shudder beneath your hands, her grip tightening on your hips like she’s barely holding on.

You pull back slightly, just enough to catch your breath, lips swollen, heartbeat pounding in your ears. Ellie’s forehead presses against yours, her own breathing just as uneven.

“You like it?” she asks, voice husky, tinged with amusement.

“Yeah.” you murmur one breathless, unsteady word—barely more than a gasp. And it’s more than enough for Ellie to know that you love it

But the truth is you don’t just love it. You are officially obsessed with it.

Not even a second after that, you fist the fabric of her hoodie and pull her back in. Ellie almost whimpers into your mouth.

She shifts, pressing you back against the bed, her hands sliding under your shirt, rough fingertips caressing your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts like she’s memorizing the shape of you. You arch into her, thighs squeezing around her hips, letting her slot herself fully between your legs.

She smirks against your lips.

"You ever been eaten out by someone with a tongue ring?"

Holy. shit.

The words send a rush of heat straight through you, pooling low in your stomach.

You swallow. Hard. “No.”

Ellie grins, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then lower, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. “Guess I get to be the first then.”

Your breath stutters when she tugs your underwear down, kissing along your thighs, taking her time. The air feels thick, electric, anticipation knotting tightly in your chest.

Not even two seconds later, her mouth is on you.

The first stroke of her tongue has you gasping, fingers immediately tangling in her hair. The heat of it is overwhelming, and then—that damn piercing.

It drags against your clit as she flicks her tongue, the cool, smooth metal contrasting so sharply against the warmth of her mouth that your whole body jerks. It’s different. Sharper. The sensation rolling through you is something entirely new, your nerves hyperaware of every single movement.

Ellie hums, clearly pleased with your reaction, and the vibration sends another sharp jolt of pleasure straight through you.

“Ellie, oh god!—”

“I know, baby,” she murmurs, her voice low, affectionate. “Just relax.”

She wraps an arm around your thigh, holding you open, before slipping two of her fingers inside. The stretch is easy, slick, and she curls them just right, coaxing another desperate sound from you.

The way her tongue moves is different than anything you’ve felt before. The metal presses and rolls, gliding over every sensitive nerve, alternating between warmth and coolness in a way that makes your legs tremble. Each flick precise, each drag of the barbell sending a new wave of pleasure through you.

Ellie doesn’t rush. She builds it up slowly, letting you feel everything—the way the piercing rubs against your clit in teasing circles before she presses harder, the way she sucks it into her mouth, the way she groans when your fingers tighten in her hair, pulling her closer.

Broken whimpers can’t stop falling from your lips. You’re spiraling. Fast

“Come on, babe,” she coaxes, her voice dripping with something almost desperate. "Cum for me"

And you do.

Your orgasm crashes over you, white-hot pleasure that feels sharp and electric, pulling a choked scream from your throat as your body locks up. Your thighs clamp around her, your back arches as the sensation pulses through you in waves.

Ellie doesn’t pull away. She works you through it, licking up every last bit of your release like she can’t get enough of it. When your body finally sags against the bed, spent and shaking, she presses one last, lingering kiss to your thigh before looking up at you.

Her lips are glistening, chin slick, pupils dark and hungry.

Then she smirks, lazy and satisfied.

“Gonna need you to cum on my tongue again, babe.”

And by the way her fingers are still inside you, already moving again, you know—

This piercing was the best fucking decision she’s ever made.

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࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ omfg this is my first drabble and request! tysm beatiful anon for giving me this amazing idea, i rlly enjoyed writing this. It also helped me getting out of my confort zone bc im used to writing deep and long stuff. Reqs are ALWAYS open, so if anyone wants me to write sm, i will be happy to receive more! Can’t wait to see what else yall throw my way. <333

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[r3starttt]

PHOTO BOOTH

PAIRING: Abby | Ellie | Dina x reader

CW: headcanons. small. been on my drafts since August...

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ABBY

𝜗𝜚 She would be the one to drag you, wanting one of those cute pics she'd seen all over tik tok and Instagram.

𝜗𝜚 Plus, she's already a Polaroid person. Abby loves the idea of having the physical memory, a tangible thing to remember special dates with literally anyone she cares about.

𝜗𝜚 She's got some Polaroids of you on her wallet, the mirror of her car, the mirror of her bathroom, on her phone case. Abby just adores having something to look at whenever she's having a hard time, whenever she misses you.

𝜗𝜚 Abby would be either shy at first or super straightforward, either way she's got you on her lap, with her hands around your waist and over your lap, rubbing your thighs up and down as she tries to understand how does it work.

"Babe, I think you gotta-" you can't even finish your sentence when she's already clicking stuff all over the screen. Both getting interrupted by a robotic woman's voice who's just starting to read the instructions. "Got it" she murmurs, and you lean back, giving her enough space to lean closer to the screen and touch whatever buttons the voice indicates.

𝜗𝜚 She doesn't really move a lot or suggests anything. Her hands stay still all over you the whole time, just staring back with those puppy eyes she reserves for you, mocking every pose and face you do, following any instructions you give to her.

"In five... four..." the woman counts loudly. Your nails touch her skin first, cupping her cheeks and leading her face to look back at you, which she obbeys with ease.

She knows what's on your mind, it's not the first time that happens. Her eyes close, giving you the prettiest view before you stamp your glossy lips against her skin. "two... one... smile!"

𝜗𝜚 Even with her face filled with gloss and lipstick, she comes out of the cabin proudly, whispering you to stay there before she closes the courtain. You obbey, confused, and simply sit there, looking at your barely visible reflection on the screen to clean the small bits of gloss you've smudged around your lips when kissing her.

"You ready?" you flinch a bit at the sudden interruption. A frown on your face as you process her words. "Want some with your face in it, come on" Abby tiltes her chin up, signaling to the screen. Yet before you can reply, the woman's voice appears once again, explaining the same steps you just heard minutes ago and giving you instructions to use the cabin properly. You just look at her with a sheepish stupid smile, which is already illuminating her pretty face. Both in a small awe before she closes the courtin again.

𝜗𝜚 While she waits for you, her heart is practically melting, staring at the pictures with so much love it's ridiculous.

ELLIE

𝜗𝜚 You're the one dragging her, mostly because you saw that look on her face. That one she puts whenever there's something on her mind she's too shy to say out loud.

𝜗𝜚 You enter first, patting quickly for her to step in and sit next to you. Your hair cascades a little on the sides of your face as you lean closer to the screen, following each step while indicating her to think of any pose while you manage to make the machine work.

𝜗𝜚 Ellie just sits there, quietly nodding and smiling at your words. If there's anything she loves, it is how well you know her, how much you love her, and understand her without the need of a word.

"Okay, ready? says we have ten seconds between each pic and we have eight chances, good?" You lean back, turning to her side a little to make sure you're both fitting properly. Ellie jus nods, murmuring a small "yup"

𝜗𝜚 She'd be making the most ugly funny faces at first, begging you to do it with her, which you simply accept.

𝜗𝜚 Every pose she makes, you have to mock. Rules are rules she says.

𝜗𝜚 She adores the machine, asking to do it again once the woman's voice announces the last picture about to be taken.

"Okay, come here" she murmurs, her hands patting on her lap while she enters the cabin first this time. And you do, half sitting while you adjust the courtain, suddenly being pushed by her "I could've hit my head El-" her lips are already on you "you didn't"

𝜗𝜚 She proceeds to click every button, try filters and other options the machine has, simply clicking on your favorite color for the frame.

𝜗𝜚 There's already a plan on her head, which you listen and nod. You choose four poses, she chooses the other four.

"Babe, please" her words come along a groan as it's the third time she's begging you to kiss her for the photo and you simply laugh at her face. The woman counting the seconds left. "You should beg for my kisses more frequently"

"Just shut up, and kiss me, please"

DINA

𝜗𝜚 She's the one to drag you, not like there was much effort on your side to decline the sweet offer of taking pictures with your girl in them.

𝜗𝜚 She's inside first, pulling you with a teasing "Come here" while you just laugh at her. Yet, once inside you're the one clicking all buttons until the instructions are told.

𝜗𝜚 Dina just sits quietly, thinking of all the many cute couples she's seen doing this, cursing herself for not remembering the poses so you can have the prettiest pictures of both- then, cursing at herself for even caring about it, as long as you are the one in those pictures there's nothing else that matters, right?

"So, what do we do?" Your face is finally uncovered by your hair as you lay back and glance at her, starting to pick some decorations to put on the frame. Dina leans back, wrapping one of her arms around your waist while her chin remains on your shoulder. "Since I don't think you're asking me how to decorate it-" her tone sarcastic while she gives you that look. Her lips press gently on your cheeks before both turn your attention back to the screen. "Maybe you can just kiss me in all of them..."

𝜗𝜚 You laugh it off, clicking on the start button so the pictures can be taken. Dina takes her time to pull you closer to her, tilting her body to the side a little so there's enough space to change positions in between.

"Ready?" but before you can even react she's got her hand cupping at your cheeks. Her soda tainted lips pressed against yours with an unusual steadiness. One of her hand quickly moves down your chest, cupping at one of your breasts gently. "Dina-" your tone muffled between the kiss and the quiet laughs you share.

𝜗𝜚 Once you hear the loud "Two, one, smile!" from the robotic voice, you quickly change the position. Panicking until Dina takes the lead for both.

Her hand cups your chin this time, turning your face towards the camera. One baby hair loosen next to her face, her eyes closed while she leans in for a quick kiss on your cheek. "I love you."

𝜗𝜚 You can't even reply back because the time Is already over and either you change again or you remind her what she hears or sees each day from you. You love Dina, but she must know by now, just like you can tell with how she looks at you. Just like now.

𝜗𝜚 This time you take the lead, brushing the same hair you noticed when she kissed you, behind her ear at first. You've seen endless pictures of people and couples doing hearts either with their cheeks, hands- so many cute ideas you needed to try.

"Like this?" she frowns, quickly copying what you're going with your hand, on her cheek. You brush your hair back, making sure the hearts can be seen. "I love you more." The words enlighten her face so quickly it melts you entirely. "I see what you're doing." And before you can erase the fake offense and mocking laugh from both of your faces, the click is heard and the photo taken.

[pivoinev]

　　　୨୧　STAY HERE.

　　𝑟𝑒́𝓈𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑟 𖫲 ❛ your best friend comforts you ❜

사랑과 애정 　──　 ellie williams ♡ 𝑓. reader ⟡ 3OO angst, fluff ﹗ skinship ⋮ ૮◞ ◟𑁬 [ 𝑐𝗅𝑖𝑐𝗄 ]

you sat up, gasping for breath with your heart pacing quickly. Tears brimmed your eyes, daring to fall while you clenched your chest, a recurring ache seeping within you.

the darkness surrounded you, stretching into every corner. you could still feel the fear gnawing at your flesh, clinging to you like a second skin. as you rubbed your temples, attempting to dispel the remnants of terror, a soft knock disrupted the silence.

ellie peeked in, her gaze landing on you with concern and a sort of adoration. “hey, you okay?” she asked, her voice warm and soothing as she walked toward you.

you looked up at her hovering above you, her face delicate as she cupped yours in her hand. unable to find the words, you let out a shaky breath, tears escaping your eyes and trickling down your flushed cheeks.

she sat down, wiping the tears that fell and pulled you closer to her. “i’ve got you, just breathe.” her hand tenderly rubbed against your back, easing your tension as you leaned into her.

“want me to stay?” she asked in quiet whisper. you hesitated at the thought, but as you nestled into her arms, you felt a shift in the weight that had held you down.

“yeah…” your voice was a cracked mumble, nodding against her before you pulled away. ellie smiled softly as you nuzzled into the sheets. she laid down beside you and her arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close.

her arms were gentle but tightly wrapped around you, your hand lying still on her side as she fixed the blankets. you examined her profile, the way her nose curved so perfectly, the freckles that scattered across her face, and her pretty, pink lips.

you were encapsulated by her perfection when her gaze suddenly casted upon your own. embarrassment plastered your features as you tucked away into her chest, gripping her side with little force.

you could hear her heartbeat quickly pounding, realisation striking you as a small smile curved your lips.

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[puriiinz]

POSTED | smau abby a.

II; BE NATURAL

a/n: a lil sumting... more is coming... beware...

contains: cursing, sarcasm, mean flirting lesbians who don't realize they're flirting

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[chappellroansdreamgirl]

ellie with a mean gf!

(prjoecting like a mf rn...)

a/n - i have been very unmotivated to write full-fleshed stuff so i'm deciding to write drabbles/headcannons for now. also THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION ON CH.1 OF GOOD LUCK, BABE! it makes my heart smile that you guys love it so much... also😭���...: @sweetcici11 srry that i lied and said ur fic would be out a few nights ago. i'm really trying to finish it but i don't want to rush it and it be shitty. i really want it to be enjoyable and as good as it can be. but i PROMISE you it WILL be posted... sooner or later! i also have a few more drafts to finish too, so, i hope you guys like them when they come out!!!!!

content warnings - fluff, i'm a bitch and i want to feel loved and think that someone can put up with my cuntiness😝😝 , over-usage of commas probably, i think they're low-key kind of toxic?!?!?!?! , guys i promise i'm not this bad i've just been pretty insufferable these last few days and need an outlet 😭😭 .

i wrote way more than i thought i was going to...

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- you both hated each other at first. ...well actually, you hated her, and she was like, "😞😞" and then got used to it after a while and started being mean back 2 u!!

- dina introduced ellie to you when you both were hanging out with her. "you guys are going to love each other🥰!" ... you didn't 🤗 !

- ellie said hi to you and all you did was look her up and down, stare at her for a few seconds and then turn your head.

- everytime ellie would (attempt to) strike up a conversation you would give an overtly enthusiastic response or just stare at her like she had two heads or just blatantly ignore her. dina is over there like, '😟😟 . can we not have one good day...' when dina would leave for short periods of time and ellie was sure that you didn't like her, she would just talk about anything to get your blood boiling, our girl lllloooovvveessss to push buttons, we know this to be true.

- it got worse yet more tolerable after that. whenever she'd see you at gatherings or parties, you'd do your damnest to stay away from/avoid her. and she'd do her damnest to get you as upset with her as possible. it always ended with not-so-playful not-so-friendly banter!

- you were talking with jesse about something on the couch, and ellie came over and DELIBERATELY, DELIBERATELY... interrupted you 🤗 ! :

you shoot daggers at her face with your eyes, your jaw set hard and your eyes narrowed.

ellie tried to feign innocence, raising a brow at you after she looked over to see your facial expressions long after she felt them.. "what are you looking at me like that for🤨🤨?" , "i was fucking talking, you're being rude." , "if i have to get used to you being a bitch, you got to do the same." , you just huffed at her response and crossed your arms before walking off a few minutes after, realizing that the conversation you were having with jesse earlier was indeed over. ellie smirked to herself, victory was her's!

- she started calling you the nickname brat out of the blue... it blindsided tf out of you. here's the origin story!:

you look at ellie with a disgusted look on your face as she exhales smoke. her glazed over eyes meet yours before she offers the joint to you, out of genuine kindness. "want a hit?" she asked, forgetting how much of a bitch you were for, like, 0.2 seconds. you glare at her for a moment longer before plastering a sarcastic smile on your face, snatching the joint from her fingertips and dropping it onto the floor. you kept her eyes on yours as you stomped and smushed it into the ground.

now she remembered.

she stood up instantaneously, she was pissed. "what the fuck?!" she shouted, earning a few looks from some friends across the room. they strained their necks for a little bit before they saw you, it made sense now, and then turned back to the conversation.

you close your eyes for a slight second as a satisfied smile graced the corners of your lips. "you know i don't smoke, ellie." you responded with in a condescendingly sweet voice.

she didn't even argue with you. "you're such a fuckin' brat." she muttered under her breath before walking away. you had to try your very best to ignore the heartbeat in your pussy. (🤗!)

- she didn't get to see how much effect that title had on you that night, but she noticed afterwards.

- one time you didn't say anything to ellie during a hangout, distracted by someone you disliked more than her. ellie kind of missed it☹️☹️ .

you were brought out of your thoughts when you felt her cold hand touch your shoulder. when you noticed it was her who was doing it, you pulled back with a furrow of her brows. ellie smiled. there she was.

"you haven't said one mean thing to me since i've gotten here. are you dying?"

you scoffed as you pointed in the direction your anger was radiating from. it was a girl ellie saw here and there in jackson, sometimes she was paired with her during patrols, she wasn't crazy about her but she paid no mind to her existence.

"what?- what does this have to do with me-"

"what it has to do with you, is that you should feel honored that i can tolerate you... can't fuckin' stand that bitch."

ellie scoffed before speaking up once more, "oh, c'mon you're being dramatic. don't be a brat."

your eyes went wide for a second and as you turned away, she could see the cheek that was facing her turn an embarrassing shade of red. she found your weakness.

- when you guys started dating, no one, and i mean NO ONE, believed it. (i don't feel like writing how u two got together maybe if y'all like this enough i'll make a full-fleshed oneshot abt it😭.)

- joel saw you guys together... like, not arguing, and HER head on YOUR shoulder... he thought he got laced with acid for a quick second there... jesse felt like he missed a couple chapters and felt very sad that he hadn't caught onto it quicker... and dina was so proud of herself, "told you, you guys would love each other 😁." she's so smug, I LOVE HER!

- she constantly has to reprimand you like you're a child when you guys are around someone you obviously don't like for whatever reason. once whoever left the room, ellie'll pinch your shoulder or your thigh, whatever skin is on display at the moment, not too hard, just to get you to wince a bit. you'll make a face at her afterwards. "ow, what the fuck was that for ellie?" , "we can talk shit when we get home, don't make a scene🙄." you stress her out sometimes...

- just bcs you guys are together DOES NOT mean your attitude has gone away.

whenever ellie and you have gotten in an argument, you're always being extra sarcastic and EXTRA BITCHY just to get on her nerves.

"baby, have you seen my gun?" she asks you, breaking the silence voluntarily as she's two minutes from being late to patrol.

you don't look up to her, you keep on looking at the pages of an old magazine. "idk ellie, did you check to see if it was shoved up your ass."

she just stands there for a second like this 🧍‍♀️ , before sighing and walking somewhere else to find it. "i'll fuckin' deal with you later." she mutters under her breath, obviously annoyed. you smirk to yourself as you flip another page.

- she does love, however, that you've gotten gentler with her since the relationship blossomed between you two. very few people (dina and ellie... sometimes jesse.) can get you to stop, and ellie is proud of herself that she could add beast-tamer to the top of her list of many skills and talents.

- sometimes she has to calm you down, sometimes all it takes is a stare in your direction. ... well, it's oftentimes a glare... you're your own woman/person and a relationship will not restrict you from showing off your talents!!!!!

- ellie has to constantly keep you from getting into arguments that could harm you physically. although your craft of bitchery is amazing, you can't fight to save your life.

she'll be pulling you back like an angry barking dog on a leash.

"i could've fucking took h-" , "you overestimate yourself a lot, baby."

[xo-cori]

In response to ur kinks post can we just agree communally based on the game that Dina has a thing for wretched little loser girls?? Just real pathetic meow meows??

i can get behind this 100% cuz like…. we all saw how she kinda just adopted ellie like a stray cat. there’s no doubt about it, she loves girls who literally just cannot be normal.

don’t even get me started on how she has a thing for introverts in general. if you fumble over your words or make it clear that you’re nervous the first time you talk to her (more specifically, the first time she approaches you to see how nervous she can make you), she’s already head over heels 🤞

that would start a natural partnership between the two of you, romantic aspect aside; kind of like a remora fish and a shark, she protects you by association. you honestly don’t know why she keeps you around, but god she loves the way you cling to her side when there’s one too many people around, or the way you do your best to impress her with the most mundane shit that means the WORLD to her, like bringing her flowers or making her food.

gonna get a lil nsfw here but…. she’d be so into letting you worship her body, sometimes for literal hours, letting you make her cum at least four times before she even thinks about returning the favor. best believe when she finally gets your pants off and she’s all comfy between your legs, she’s whispering the dirtiest shit just to see you writhe and whimper beneath her touch, only to realize that the reason you’re so impossibly wet (and painfully sensitive) is bc you already came 🤭 makes you give her all the details about how you bundled up the comforter between your thighs and did your best to hump it without her noticing!!!!!!! just so embarrassing. at least now she gets to overstimulate you until you’re begging her to stop teehee

she loves all of it because she loves her lil loser. and the fact that if she tells you to jump, you’ll ask HOW HIGH???

[sunk1ss3dd]

#SOMETHING UNEXPECTED

pairing: Dina x Ellie x Reader

tags: smut, fingering, MY LOVES

Life seemed average, a repeated cycle you could never seem to get out of. Bland, overused and average.

“YN, you need to get out more! All you do is work and sleep!” Jesse complains. But how could you “get out more” if the whole world was under attack by human beings infected by fungus?

“Jesse, m’not going out tonight. I gotta patrol early tomorrow, I don’t have time f’drinking.” You scoff, closing the book you were reading and placing it in the nearby nightstand. “You’re so boring, you never do anything fun.” He rolls his eyes and exits the room.

You never enjoyed parties anyways. You always felt like an outcast to this whole group of people, you were surprised they even let you stay this damn long. You had showed up out of no where and yet they let you in after a check for infection.

The day continued like usual. Eat, Work, Sleep, Repeat, and obviously the necessities. You groan as you awake, your hair bed head a lot messier than usual. You rub your temples as you exit the hard bed that was seemingly put together from sheets and scattered pillows found around.

You somehow found yourself assigned to early patrol with Ellie and Dina. It wasn’t that you disliked them, it was that you liked them a little too much. Somehow, they distracted you from your daily routine, always pulling you somewhere you didn’t need to be, forcing you to explore things you’d never explored. But today it seemed there was a lot of tension in the area. The snow not making it any better as the freezing air made the freeze of the silence grow thicker.

Silence engulfed the whole ride, until they approached an abandoned warehouse that had a harsh smell of weed. Inside a whole farm of it, just growing like nothing. “Hey hey, I haven’t seen this shit in forever.” Ellie says picking up a jar. “Does weed expire?” She asks turning to Dina, having finally spoken a word to each other. “I guess we’ll have to find out?”

A loud bang was heard, causing you to flinch as you turned to see that the snow had trapped all three of you inside the weed smelling warehouse. “God, I did not want this.” You roll your eyes, removing the gloves you wore. “Fuck…!” You kick something nearby. “Whoa there, it’s not that big of a deal, we can just stay here until it dies down. Then we can try moving the snow.” Ellie suggests, removing her coat and settling in a nearby couch.

You watch as Dina does the same, grabbing a lighter that seemingly still worked to light the joint they’d found in the jar. “This still hits.” Dina says with a small smile, passing the joint over to Ellie. You sigh, removing your jacket and looking around to search for another exit. “Hey, why are you so quick to leave? Live a little and come smoke this with us.” Ellie says, looking at you with her low eyes as the weed seemed to already be taking effect.

“I’m good, I don’t smoke. I didn’t smoke before either.” You roll your eyes, looking around once more, seeing that there were no other ways out. “Just come and sit down. It’s like you have a stick up your ass or somethin’.” Dina says, tilting her head to look at you. You groan, stomping over to them both and settling on the couch. “Here, I think ya need it.” Ellie giggles, egging Dina to do the same.

“I said I’m good.” Dina takes the joint, “Just one time, it won’t kill ya?” She takes a drag from the joint, blowing it into your face, causing you to retract. “Fine.” You finally give in, inhaling the smoke. You cough quickly, the biting sensation in the back of your throat lingering. “Okay what the hell?” You ask, hunching over to cough. “It’s fine, happens when it’s your first time. Try again.” Ellie helps you sit up, guiding the joint to your lips.

“When you inhale, inhale it slowly. So, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” Dina says softly, placing her hand on your thigh unconsciously. You flinch slightly, inhaling the smoke, letting it drape into your lungs slowly. Blowing the smoke into the air, you feel yourself becoming a lot more relaxed. “That was better yeah?” Ellie asks, watching you as she inhaled the joint and blows the smoke into your face.

“I guess so.” You say quietly, everyone feeling the effects of the weed. It hits you harder, your head spinning softly, your eyes getting heavier, and the stir between your legs becoming a lot more prominent. “Should we have another Dina? I’m not sure she can handle two.” Ellie says, looking at your slouched appearance.

You shake your head. “I’m good, I think.” You chuckle. Ellie nods lighting another, placing it between her thin yet plump lips. You watch her, your eyes entranced by the way her lips wrap around the joint. Dina slides her hand further up your leg, catching your attention. You turn to her, a smirk dawning her lips as she tilts her head to get a better look at you.

Ellie hands the joint over once more, this time leaning over you a bit more than usual. The feeling of her skin warming you up a lot more then you already were, her perky and uncovered breasts swaying in your face. You blush softly, your face tinted slightly. The thoughts that run through your head becoming unholy, but you blame it on the weed. Dina takes a drag, inhaling slowly. Suddenly she leans into you, your lips parting as she connects her lips to yours and exhales the smoke back into your lungs.

It was random, causing you to flinch softly. “Did ya like that? Or should I stop?” She slides her hand up your thigh further, her thumb gliding over your clothed cunt softly. Ellie watches, her eyes lingering over your figure. You look at Dina, the sinful thoughts running through your head starting to take over. “I-I don’t do this. I’ve never-“ Ellie silences you, putting the bud of the joint into the couch to let it burn out.

“We got you.”

Like usual, with Ellie and Dina you were doing something you didn’t usually do. Your legs spread open as Dina licked up the slit of your wet and dripping cunt. Ellie grips her hair, guiding her to eat you out just right. Your hands gripping the side of the couch as you whine and groan Dina’s name out into existence. Her arms wrapped around your thighs to keep your legs open as you shake, throwing your head back as she hits the spot that makes you tingle just right.

“Fuhh-ck!” Your head falls back off the couch, Dina’s fingers mingling with the hardened buds underneath your shirt. “Feel good pretty?” Ellie asks softly, looking down at you. You nod, droll pooling at your lips. Dina slides her finger into your core, your back arching into her as you fuck yourself with her fingers. “Fuc- Dina! Oh good-“ You grip the couch harder, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.

She eats you like it was her last meal, her eyes never leaving yours as she penetrates you with another finger. Ellie continues to guide her, hitting all the spots inside you just right. Her hands come down to your chest, running her thumb over the nipple as if she was admiring the way they bounced as you used Dina. “Yesyes.. right there!”

You grind against her face, feeling yourself become a lot needier. The high you felt earlier could never compare to this one. Her hands spreading you open just right, your eyes shut tightly. “Look at me hun.” She says softly, diving back into you as you open your eyes to look down at her. Ellie watches in awe at the way you open up to Dina’s fingers. “Oh shi- I’m gonna cum Din-“ Ellie suddenly moves Dina’s hand away.

You catch your breath, confused as to why she was depriving you. “I wanna turn too.” Dina rolls her eyes. “You could’ve at least let her cum first. I’m sure she can handle two orgasms.” You watch as they talk about you like you're not even there. “Okay then, think you can handle two pretty?” Your eyes pan to Ellie, nodding slowly as you lean back once more. “Good girl, see I told ya.” Dina says, sliding her digits back inside of you.

She decides not to start slow this time, her fingers using you quickly. “I wanna taste you c’mon.” You feel the high you were on coming back, your hands gripping her hair softly. Your eyes don’t leave her as Ellie leans back, watching the both of you as she waits patiently for her turn with you.

“C’mon hun, wanna taste your cum.” Dina speaks sinfully, causing you to fall over the edge. “Oh- cumming! Please!” You release on her fingers, back arching over the edge of the couch. Your legs shake as you orgasm like you never have before. She sucks softly on your sensitive bud, you whine softly. “Gotta take one more for Ellie, she wants a taste too hun.” Dina slaps your cunt softly.

You nod, spreading your legs once more. The adrenaline running through your body causing you to work against how sensitive you were. “Go in then you needy fuck, go get your fill of her before she changes her mind.” Dina slaps Ellie’s arm softly, wiping her face of your essence. Ellie leans in, kissing your stomach, kissing the inside of your thigh, then kissing your fold softly. “I can’t wait anymore.”

She suddenly licks, causing you to close your legs. “Ah Ah C’mon now. You keep ‘em open f’me do the same for El.” Dina spread your legs back open, leaning against Ellie. You whine, feeling sensitive as Ellie continues with her endeavor. She spreads your folds, sliding her finger inside to replace Dina’s. The length of her finger hitting a spot inside you that Dina didn’t hit before.

“Ah, wait! You- god!” You try to close your legs once more, but Dina slaps your inner thigh, holding them open. “Hey, stop it. You said you could take it so take it like a big girl.” Dina giggles, rubbing your inner thigh softly. You chant Ellie’s name, her fingers curling slighting inside you. You grip her hair, riding her face as if she were a dildo and you were a pornstar.

Dina feels her arousal pooling in her pants, sliding her hand down into her jeans as she touches herself at the sight of you. Your bottom lip I’m between your teeth as you groan, Ellie’s hair gripped in between your fingers. She enjoys the sight of it all. Ellie kissing your stomach again as she adds another finger, speeding up just enough to make you scream. “I’m- oh shit! Ellie please…!” You hold onto her wrist to keep her from moving away, riding her fingers and clenching around them.

“Gonna cum pretty, I wanna taste you as bad. S’not fair Dina got to try it first.” You whine, unable to speak. Dina throws her head back as she feels herself about to release around her own fingers. “Gonna cum together yeah? Cum with me YN.” She says breathlessly as she rides her own fingers. Ellie snickers, “ya just couldn’t wait could ya?” Diving back down to devour the essence about to release from you.

Your head spinning softly, your back arching, you ride her fingers until suddenly. You burst, cumming and squeezing around her fingers, your head falling back and your legs shaking like never before. “E-El oh Fuck! Yesyesyes!” You spread your legs more as she licks it all up, not leaving one drop of you behind. “Taste so good pretty.” She says quietly into your cunt.

Dina cums as well, her legs shaking as she slows down, circling her bud slowly. “Oh yes..” she leans back, pulling her hand out of her jeans. “Wanna taste?” She asks, leaning forward and placing her fingers into your mouth, allowing you to suck them clean. Your eyes low, the high still rippling through you.

“Let’s do this again sometime.”

I want them both so bad...

[valeisaslut]

⭒࿐COLLIDE - c. one

credits for the fanart: nramvv - edited by me

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⚢ pairing: Rockstar!Ellie Williams x Popstar!Reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖

⭒ synopsis: You didn’t mean to find her. Not really. But the music is loud, the drinks are strong, and somehow you’re caught in her orbit. A glance turns into a touch, a whisper into something more. The night blurs in heat and tangled sheets, a secret meant to stay buried. But when morning comes and your phone won’t stop buzzing, one thing is clear—last night isn’t staying hidden. 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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There’s a strange feeling in the air tonight— dense, electric, charged with the kind of energy that makes your skin prickle and your pulse quicken without reason. The kind of feeling that only comes before things change. Before a shift so subtle, so inevitable, you don’t see it coming until it swallowed you whole. 

Maybe it’s fate sharpening its teeth. Maybe it’s destiny rewriting itself in real time. Or maybe it’s just the way the universe works, pulling you towards something, towards someone, whether you’re ready or not.

You don’t know it yet, but the world you know —the one you’ve mastered, the one that bends to your will— will start slipping through your fingers. The lines you swore you’d never cross will blur into nothing. Not all at once. Just enough to make you wonder if losing it might be the best thing that ever happened to you.

Or the worst.

Either way, by the morning, nothing will ever be the same.

The limousine glides to a stop at the curb, the low purr of the engine nearly drowned out by the deep bass thrumming from behind the club’s velvet-roped entrance. Outside, the city glows. Neon signs flickering against the blacked-out windows, paparazzi cameras flashing like tiny detonations in the dark.

Your dress is custom—something sleek but bright enough to catch the low, moody lights of the club. A perfect deep shade of red, sculpted to hug every curve, paired with heels so high they should be illegal. Your stylist had insisted on the look, calling it “effortlessly sexy”.

But as you step out of the car, the cool night air brushing against your bare shoulders, the silk brushing against your legs, it feels more like armor than fashion.

Your heels click against the pavement. Diamond-studded earrings catch the flashing lights as your name spills from the lips of paparazzi, murmured like a prayer behind metal barricades. Security holds them back, but their cameras? Their cameras never miss.

You inhale deeply, forcing a smile as your friend Olivia loops her arm through yours, her perfume sweet and familiar as she leans in, voice smooth with amusement.

“Ready to have some fun?” 

You nod, but the truth settles low in your stomach.

You don’t know what you’re looking for tonight. A distraction, maybe. A release. Something to remind you that your life is more than a series of curated, picture-perfect moments. More than something to be consumed.

The doorman doesn’t even glance at the list before letting you both in. Past the crowd, past the rules. Straight into the kind of luxury most people only dream about.

Inside, the club is a different world—bathed in gold light, dripping in excess. Crystal chandeliers hang from vaulted ceilings, their reflections fractured in the glassy surfaces of designer champagne flutes. The air is thick with an intoxicating haze of perfume and liquor and the music is a hypnotic heartbeat, moving through bodies like an electric current.

A server appears before you even have to ask, pressing a drink into your hand. It’s cold against your lips, smooth and sweet with just enough of a bite to remind you that it’s expensive. You let it linger on your tongue, relishing the way the warmth spreads through your chest.

Everyone’s looking at you. You can feel it. The stolen glances, the whispers behind manicured hands, the way conversations pause when you walk by. The attention used to unnerve you.

It still does.

But you slip into the role effortlessly. Chin high, lips curved in just the right amount of detached amusement, the slit of your dress parting just enough to tease, the subtle sway of your hips deliberate. 

You don’t stop to acknowledge anyone, but you already saw lots of recognizable faces. Eyes track your every move. They want to talk, to be close, to claim even a second of your attention. 

You let Olivia lead you through the pulsing crowd, past velvet ropes and watchful bouncers, into the VIP section—where the real power plays out. The air here is heavier, thick with the kind of confidence that only comes with knowing you belong.

Not even half an hour passes before she nudges you, her perfectly manicured fingers gripping your arm as she tips her head towards a booth across the room.

“Oh, shit,” she murmurs, her eyes flickering with amusement, with something else. Intrigue. Mischief. “Isn’t that the girl from The Fireflies?”

You take a slow sip of your drink, pretending to be unaffected—heavy on the pretending.

“Really? Ellie Williams?”

“Yeah” Olivia exhales, shaking her head, lips curling into a smirk. “Goddamn, she’s hot as fuck.”

Something shifts. A charged pause. The air seems thicker, humming with something you can’t quite name.

You tilt your head, finally allowing yourself to glance over.

And there she is.

And yeah—she’s indeed hot as fuck.

Ellie is sprawled across the leather booth like she owns it—like the whole damn club bends to her presence. The black fabric of her shirt hangs loose on her frame, the top few buttons undone, teasing just enough of the freckled skin of her chest to be unfair. The sleeves are pushed up, exposing tattoos that wind down her forearms, ink bold against pale skin. Silver rings glint on her fingers as she idly swirls the whiskey in her glass, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light.

She’s not alone—the rest of The Fireflies are scattered around her. Dina is perched on the armrest beside her, scrolling through her phone, half-listening to whatever Jesse is saying, who’s deep in conversation with someone you don’t recognize. But Ellie? She’s elsewhere. Detached. Letting the whiskey burn slow in her throat as the bass-heavy music thrums through the club. Until she looks up.

Until her gaze collides with yours.

And then—when she realizes who she’s looking at—something shifts.

She doesn’t look away. Doesn’t break first. Instead, she keeps staring—not in a fleeting, casual way. She’s studying you. Sizing you up. The smirk tugging at her lips is slow, knowing.

Like she’s been expecting you. Like she’s been waiting for this moment.

Like she knew you’d both end up here eventually.

Your fingers tighten around your drink as you exhale, pulse thrumming against your skin.

Ellie takes a lazy drag of her whiskey. In one slow, deliberate movement, she spreads her legs a little wider, drapes an arm across the back of the booth, and raises an eyebrow.

The tension between you stretches—thin as wire, hot as an exposed filament—buzzing as the glances keep coming. Stolen, lingering, and never accidental.

You shift in your seat, crossing your legs. You’re playing it cool, but the thrum of adrenaline in your veins says otherwise. You can feel her eyes on you even when you look away, even when Olivia keeps talking in your ear, words blurring into the low hum of music and conversation.

And then, she grabs your wrist. “Come on,” she urges, eyes glinting with mischief. “We didn’t come here to sit around.”

You let her pull you onto the dance floor, slipping into the current of bodies that move around you, the music curling around you like smoke. You move easily, letting the rhythm sink into your bones, letting the world blur.

But you keep looking back.

And Ellie—Ellie is still staring.

Her gaze is heavy-lidded, dim light catching in green irises, turning them darker. She lifts her glass to her lips again, slowly, whiskey kissing her mouth as she watches you move.

She looks like she’s enjoying the show.

So you give her one.

You dance, letting the music drown out everything else—the flashing lights, the faceless bodies. The bass thrums through your bones, heartbeat syncing to the rhythm, but no matter how lost you let yourself get, you can still feel her.

Ellie hasn’t moved. Not yet. But her presence is suffocating, pressing into you from across the room. She’s relaxed—almost too relaxed. Like she’s pretending this isn’t affecting her.

But the way her jaw shifts slightly, the way her grip tightens for half a second before she hides it behind another sip?

Yeah. It’s affecting her.

So you push it further.

You let your movements get a little slower, a little more deliberate. Your dress clings in all the right places, the dim lights casting shadows over your skin, and when you open your eyes again, you catch the exact moment Ellie loses her composure.

It’s the way her tongue swipes across her bottom lip. The way her fingers drum against the table, restless, like she’s debating something.

The way she exhales sharply, sets her glass down, and finally moves.

She stands, pushing off the booth with that same lazy confidence, but there’s a new sharpness to it now, a purpose. She murmurs something to Dina, who only smirks, flicks a glance at you, then waves her off. 

She doesn’t rush. Doesn’t weave through the crowd—she cuts through it, a slow, steady force, people shifting around her without a second thought.

"Alright, superstar" Olivia drawls, her grin nothing short of wicked as she catches your eye. "I’ll leave you to your… situation."

You barely get a chance to react before she downs the rest of her drink, runs a slow hand down the fabric of her dress, and locks onto a guy leaning against the bar—tall, sharp-jawed, the kind she loves to toy with.

"Oh, I see..." you murmur, arching a brow as you watch her shift her weight onto one foot, feigning nonchalance, even though you know better. "Text me later—if you even remember how to type by then."

Olivia leans in, pressing a quick, sticky-sweet kiss to your cheek, her perfume blooming warm against your skin.

"Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do" she purrs, voice light, eyes glinting.

Then she’s gone, slipping into the crowd, leaving only the faintest trace of laughter in her wake.

And just like that, you’re alone.

Well—not exactly.

You feel her before you even see her.

The shift in the air. The weight of a gaze. The way the energy of the room tilts—like gravity itself is bending towards her, like she commands the space around her without ever needing to claim it.

Your pulse stumbles.

Ellie moves like she knows she belongs wherever she stands. She doesn’t even have to touch you; just her presence alone is enough to sink beneath your skin, coil around your ribs, settle deep in your stomach.

Her scent—smoke, leather, and the sharp bite of her cologne—wraps around you as she leans in, voice dropping low, teasing.

"You always put on a show like that, or was that just for me?"

Her breath ghosts along your cheek, close enough to taste the warmth of whiskey lingering on her lips.

You don’t answer right away. You let it sit, let the tension pull tight between you. A slow inhale, the ghost of a smirk playing at your lips as you rake a hand through your hair, finally turning to meet her.

And fuck.

Up close, Ellie is lethal. The kind of beautiful that feels like a setup, like a loaded gun placed in trembling hands. Her green eyes gleam, sharp and unreadable. Her gaze flicks down to your tits for half a second, barely noticeable—but you notice.

“That depends.” you murmur, voice smooth, honeyed. “Did you like the show?”

Ellie huffs a quiet laugh, tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek, and shit that does something to you. She leans just enough for the space between you to practically vanish, the heat of her breath against your skin.

“I don’t think like is the right word”

Oh.

The music pounds around you, but it’s background noise now—distant, unimportant. Because all you care about is the rush of your own heartbeat, the scrape of Ellie’s voice, and the way she’s watching you like she’s already got her next move planned.

You raise a brow, letting your fingers trace the rim of your glass before taking a slow sip. “Oh yeah?”

Ellie’s gaze drops to your mouth. She smirks. That same lazy, knowing smirk from across the room, only now it’s worse. Now it’s right there.

“Yeah,” she says, voice edged with amusement, with challenge. “I think I need a closer look.”

Your stomach tightens.

You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Mmm. I don’t know. You seemed pretty comfortable back there.”

“I was,” she admits, eyes gleaming. “But you were distracting.”

“Distracting?”

She muses, lips twitching. “It's hard to focus on anything else when you’re in the room.”

Jesus Christ.

You should say something witty, something smooth, but it seems that your mind is short-circuiting and working against you. So you settle for something else that doesn’t require snarky comebacks.

You don’t break eye contact as you set your drink down and reach for her whiskey glass, plucking it from her fingers like it belongs to you.

Slowly, you bring it to your lips, tilting your head back to take a sip. The burn of the whiskey is immediate, rich and smoky, but you barely register it. Because all you can focus on is Ellie watching you—watching your mouth, your throat, the way your fingers wrap around her glass.

“It’s good.” You murmur, licking a stray drop off your bottom lip before offering it back.

Ellie takes it without a word. Her fingers brush against yours—just for a second, just long enough to feel deliberate. Then she drinks, lips meeting the same spot yours just touched. Indirect kiss.

Ellie doesn’t react, not outright. She just watches you over the rim of the glass, half-lidded, unreadable, before swallowing the last sip. She nods toward the backs of the bar, where the booths are tucked away in the dim neon haze, shadows swallowing the edges of the room.

“C’mon.” Her voice is low, sure. “Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

It’s not a question.

You should hesitate. You should throw something sharp her way, something teasing, a push to match her pull. But you don’t.

Not when the warmth of her touch still lingers against your skin.

So you just follow.

After grabbing fresh drinks, you slide into the booth, expecting Ellie to take the seat across from you. But she doesn’t. Instead, she slips in right beside you, close. Casual, unhurried, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Her thigh presses against yours, warm through the fabric of her jeans. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she leans back against the worn leather seat, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, fingers just barely grazing your shoulder.

She takes a slow sip of her drink, the ice shifting with the movement, her other hand resting on her thigh—dangerously close. Close enough that if you shifted even a little, if you so much as exhaled in the wrong direction, her fingers would graze your skin.

You take a sip of your own drink, matching her energy, leaning back just enough that your shoulder presses against her arm, your movements measured.

“You comfortable?” she muses, voice dipping low.

“Yeah,” you turn your head as you answer smoothly “Are you?”

Ellie chuckles, shaking her head, her eyes flicking over your face like she’s figuring out a puzzle she already knows the answer to.

“Oh, I’m real comfortable.” 

She tilts her glass, ice clinking, watching as you drag your fingers along the condensation on yours.

“So…” you hum, drawing out the word and trying to chat a little “What’s next for the great Ellie Williams?”

Ellie exhales, tilting her head back against the booth.

“Studio time. Late nights. Same shit, different album.”

You nod, taking a sip. “Bet it’s gonna be good.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? You a fan?”

You lift a shoulder in a shrug, playful. “Maybe. Or maybe I just said that to be nice.”

Ellie scoffs, shaking her head. “Bullshit.”

You laugh, looking at her over the rim of your glass. She studies you for a second, eyes sharp and knowing, then leans in, her voice taking on a teasing lilt.

“What about you, pop princess? More shows? Another album?” she quips. “...maybe a fake PR relationship?”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

“I don’t do those.”

Ellie gives you a look—unconvinced. “Sure.”

A beat of silence, thick with something unspoken.

If only you both knew

Then, her hand moves lower, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your shoulder. The touch is featherlight, almost absentminded, but you know better. Her other hand slides down slowly until her palm settles on your thigh, just above your knee. You feel the warmth of it through your skin, a quiet claim. Almost possessive.

She’s testing you. Seeing if you’ll pull away.

And you don’t.

“You nervous?” she murmurs, feeling as goosebumps raise in the skin she's touching.

You exhale, meeting her gaze with a challenge. “Not even a little.”

Ellie hums like she doesn’t believe you. Her fingers tighten just slightly against your thigh, pressing firmer, the weight of them making heat coil even lower in your stomach. 

“Then finish your drink.”

Your brow lifts, matching her grin. “Why?”

She tilts her head, green eyes dark, half-lidded, unreadable.

“’Cause we’re getting out of here.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

You know exactly where this is going.

So you knock back the rest of your drink in one smooth motion, the warmth of the alcohol sliding down your throat, mingling with the heat pooling low in your stomach. The sensation is almost dizzying, but not as much as the way Ellie hungrily watches you.

Her fingers remain on your thigh, unmoving except for the lazy brush of her thumb against your skin. A barely-there touch, but still there. When you set the glass down with a soft clink, Ellie smirks.

"Good girl."

Your stomach tightens, but you keep your expression composed, refusing to give her the reaction she wants. Instead, you lean into her touch, letting your thigh press more firmly against her hand. 

And then, just as effortlessly as she slid into the booth beside you, she moves again—standing, slipping out of the seat with an easy grace. Without hesitation, she reaches into her pocket, tosses a couple of bills onto the table, and tilts her head towards the exit.

“My hotel isn’t far.”

Your lips curve, eyes glinting with something playful, but you don’t stand up. Not yet. “Are you always this forward?”

Ellie chuckles, slipping her hands into her pockets, her smirk deepening. “Only when I know what I want.”

You hum, gaze flicking between her lips and her eyes, drawn in by the way she looks at you—steady, unshaken, expectant.

“And what is it that you want?”

Ellie doesn’t hesitate or waver. Her gaze drags over your face, then lower, sweeping over every inch of your body. That look alone answers every question you could possibly have.

She’s eye-fucking you. 

“I think you already know.”

Her voice feels like a dare wrapped in velvet.

She shifts just slightly to let her fingers brush against yours—not quite holding, not quite taking, just enough to make you shiver. To remind you that you’re the one who has to make the next move.

“Last chance, pop star.” Her thumb grazes the inside of your wrist. “You coming or not?

No time to blame the alcohol, the music, her, or even yourself. None of it matters. Not when she’s this close. Not when you’ve already decided—fuck everything.

You don't answer her with words.

Instead, you let your fingers slip fully into hers, a silent answer in the way you squeeze her hand. With unhurried confidence, you rise to your feet, stepping in close, letting her feel the warmth of your body against hers.

Ellie watches you, her smirk deepening, her grip tightening ever so slightly, like she’s making sure you’re real. And then, without another word, she turns, leading you towards the exit, her pace steady, certain— she already knows exactly how this night is going to end.

The elevator ride is painfully slow.

Ellie leans against the mirrored wall, the yellow glow of the overhead lights casting soft shadows along her sharp jawline. You can feel the heat of her gaze, the weight of it pressing against your skin.

“So…” she drawls, tapping a slow rhythm against her thigh. “Have you ever done this before?”

You arch a brow. “Been in an elevator?”

Ellie huffs a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “No, smartass. Snuck away in the middle of the night with someone you barely know.”

You hum, pretending to think as you glance at her from beneath your lashes. “Depends” you say. “Do you count as someone I barely know?”

Ellie exhales sharply, something between a laugh and a scoff as she steps closer until there’s barely a breath of space between you.

“You think you’re funny,” she murmurs, voice just above a whisper.

Your pulse thrums. “I know I am.”

She studies you for a moment, head tilted, before her lips twitch into something smug. “Alright then” she muses, tilting her chin towards the soft ding of the elevator reaching the highest floor. 

“Let’s see if you’re still funny in a minute.”

You step inside, your heels clicking softly against the marble, the sound swallowed by the sheer vastness of the room. Ellie follows, closing the door behind you with a quiet click.

The Four Seasons suite is nothing short of breathtaking—the kind of luxury that feels effortless, curated. The living area is sprawling, tastefully minimal, yet undeniably expensive, all clean lines and plush textures. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city stretches out in a sea of glittering lights, skyscrapers piercing the night sky.

The air is cool and heavy, carrying the faint scent of cedarwood, perfume, whiskey, and something distinctively her. A half-finished whiskey bottle and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts sit on the bar. In the adjoining room, a decadent king-sized bed stands with its pristine sheets rumpled, as if she left in a hurry.

She doesn’t move right away. She just watches you, standing a few steps away, hands in her pockets. She’s giving you a moment to take it all in, to change your mind.

"You sure ‘bout this?" she murmurs, voice lower now, more serious. Less teasing.

Your lips curve, slow and certain. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

Ellie exhales a quiet chuckle, running a hand through her auburn mullet before stepping closer. The room feels smaller now, the space between you dissolving into nothing.

“Yeah” she mutters, gaze flickering to your lips. “Didn’t think so.”

And she kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not soft. It’s filled with longing, of knowing about each other without ever really knowing each other, of stolen glances, headlines and rumors that led to this. Her lips are warm, slightly rough from cigarettes and the way she’s been smirking all night.

You match her, hands finding the front of her black shirt, gripping the expensive fabric between your fingers, pulling her closer. Ellie groans against your mouth, low and amused, like she knew you’d be like this— she was just waiting for you to prove it.

She backs you up slowly, guiding without breaking contact, until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You sink down, breathless, heart hammering, and Ellie follows, bracing herself over you, one knee between your legs, hands settling on either side of you.

Her hands roam, slow but sure, like she’s mapping you out, memorizing every inch of you beneath her fingertips. The room hums with the soft sound of your breaths, the distant city noise barely audible past the pounding in your ears.

Her lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, down the column of your throat. A quiet exhale escapes you when her teeth graze your pulse point, and she smirks against your skin like she’s won something.

Ellie moves with purpose, like she’s savoring every little reaction you give her. The way your breath stutters when her lips graze just below your jaw, the way your fingers clutch at her shirt, pulling her closer, needing more.

The air between you is electric, charged with something you are too far gone to name, but definitely heavy. Her hands press against your sides, fingers flexing like she’s grounding herself, like she needs to remind herself to take her time, try to draw this out.

But then you move—tilting your chin, brushing your lips against her pulse point—and Ellie falters, just for a second. A sharp inhale, a quiet curse under her breath.

She’s kisses you again, deeper this time, more urgent. And you know something inside her has finally snapped.

Her hands grip at your waist, fingers digging in just enough to send a thrill up your spine. Her weight presses against you, firm, unyielding, and you arch into it, meeting her halfway. There’s no space left between you now, just heat, friction and the dizzying sensation of losing yourself in her.

She pulls back just slightly, just enough to look at you, to study your face in the dim light. Her thumb brushes over your cheek, softer than before, more careful. Her pupils are blown wide, her breathing uneven.

And then—just when you think you have her figured out—she shifts, her breath hot against your ear, pressing her knee harder between your thighs.

“Tell me, princess” she murmurs, voice dipped in something dangerously close to amusement. “Still playing the part?”

It would be so easy to keep up the game, to smirk and tell her that she’s the one who’s falling for it. But Ellie’s knee moves again—just enough to steal the thought right out of your head—and you let out a soft gasp instead of answering.

Your fingers tighten in her hair, and she groans low in her throat, the sound vibrating through you. It’s heady, dizzying, the way she knows exactly what she’s doing, exactly how to unravel you.

“That's what I thought…” 

Her fingers finally find the zipper at the curve of your spine, slow and deliberate, the ghost of a touch sending shivers down your skin. She pauses, eyes flicking up to yours, searching, waiting for your approval.

“Yes, please,” you breathe, barely above a whisper—soft, wanting. 

You didn’t mean for it to sound that desperate, but God, you are.

Ellie’s smirk deepens into something downright wicked, her eyes dark with satisfaction. “Fuck…” she mutters, mostly to herself, like she wasn’t expecting you to sound like that, and she wants to hear it again.

Then—slow, torturously slow—she tugs the zipper down, the sound of it impossibly loud in the quiet space between you. The dress pools at your waist before slipping further, guided by her hands, like she’s unwrapping something precious.

And when it finally falls away, leaving you bare save for the delicate lace of your black panties, Ellie exhales a quiet curse, eyes raking over you like she wants to commit every inch of you to memory.

She can’t quite believe you’re real. But you are. And you are here, beneath her, almost naked and looking up at her like this. Her hands skim up your sides, fingers splaying over your ribs, dragging heat in their wake. There’s something almost reverent in the way she touches you, like she’s been waiting for this longer than she’d ever admit. 

“You are even better than I imagined,” she murmurs, voice thick, dark and dizzying. Her gaze flickers back up to yours, and the corner of her mouth tugs into a knowing smirk. “And trust me, gorgeous—I imagined a lot.”

It’s like she’s learning, memorizing. And it’s because she is. This is a moment she wants burned into her mind, something she won’t let fade when the night is over.

“You’re still dressed…” you murmur, running your hands up the fabric of her shirt, fingers tracing over the smooth, expensive material.

Ellie smirks, tilting her head slightly. “Wanna fix that?” Her voice is teasing as she leans in, pressing a peck to your lips, barely pulling away before adding, “Be my guest.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your fingers move to the buttons of her shirt, starting slowly at first, savoring the way the fabric parts beneath your touch, revealing inch by inch of her skin. But patience has never been your strong suit, and before you know it, your fingers are working faster, making quick work of the last few buttons.

Ellie chuckles softly at your eagerness, shrugging the shirt off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor without a second thought. 

Your breath catches, taking her in—her toned arms, her freckled chest, her abs, the ink sprawled across her skin, the way the dim lighting casts shadows over every sharp edge of her body.

She raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the way you’re looking at her. “Like what you see?”

You swallow, lips curving into something between a smirk and something much softer. “Yeah,” you admit, voice quieter, breathless. “I really do.”

She smirks, all too proud of herself, before lowering her mouth to your body, lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your chest. Each press of her mouth sets your skin on fire as she moves lower, finally reaching your breasts.

Her tongue flicks over a hardened nipple before her lips close around it, sucking just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Her other hand moves to your other breast, fingers squeezing, kneading, rolling your sensitive bud between her fingertips with a precision that makes your breath hitch.

A moan escapes you before you can stop it and Ellie groans low in her throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. She knows exactly what she’s doing, her movements natural, fluid.

You know she has done this more than a hundred times—but right now, with the way she’s touching you, kissing you, looking at you—it feels like you’re the only one.

And the worst part? She’s barely even started.

“You’re unreal,” she mutters against your skin, voice thick with something reverent, almost amazed. “You sure you’re not the one playing me?”

Your breath catches, a slow smirk forming even as your body betrays you, pressing closer, craving more. “Maybe,” you tease, voice barely above a whisper. “Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”

Ellie exhales a quiet laugh, but there’s something darker in her eyes now—something wild, untamed. She leans in, lips ghosting over your jaw, your throat, before settling just below your ear.

“Then I guess we’re both in trouble.”

Ellie’s fingers trail lower as she reaches the waistband of your panties. With a slow smirk, she hooks her fingers into the lace and tugs them down, the fabric slipping over your thighs in one smooth motion. The cool air kisses your heated core, and she exhales sharply, her gaze flickering downward—taking you in, almost ridiculously soaked for her. Just for her.

“Damn…” she murmurs, voice thick with something between amusement and hunger. “Look at you.”

“Fuck, Ellie...” Heat rushes to your face, her fingers ghost over your thigh. She’s barely touching you, barely doing anything at all, and yet—your body is already responding, arching subtly towards her, silently asking for more.

Ellie chuckles, low and knowing. “You’re so easy to read.” She leans in, lips grazing your jaw, her fingers still dancing just at the edge of your glistening pussy. “And so, so needy.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and when she finally moves—finally gives in to what you both want—you can’t stop the breathy moan that slips from your lips.

Ellie grins against your skin, pleased. “That’s more like it, baby. Keep moaning for me like that.”

Her fingers move like pure sin, circling your clit with practiced ease, each motion precise, calculated. Designed to ruin you, untame you. Your moans spill out freely, and you can feel her eyes on you, dark and burning, primal. 

The sight of you like this—bare, undone, completely at her mercy—makes something in her tighten, makes her want to see just how far she can push you.

So she doesn’t give you a second to prepare. One moment, she’s watching you with that signature smirk, and the next—her mouth is on you, tongue sliding through your folds like she’s been starving for this.

“Oh god! Ellie!” You choke on a gasp, hands flying to the sheets, twisting them between your fingers as her tongue works against you.

Ellie eats you out the same way she plays her guitar—expertly, effortlessly, like she was made for this. Every flick of her tongue is deliberate, every slow drag filled with a deep, unrelenting intensity, she’s savoring you, she wants to make a masterpiece out of your pleasure.

“So sweet…” Ellie groans against your cunt, the sound sending vibrations that make your whole body jolt. Fuck, she thinks, feeling the way your thighs twitch, the way your breath stutters, how quickly you fall apart for her. It’s addictive.

She pulls back just enough to spit on your pussy, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing. A quiet chuckle rumbles in her chest, fingers dragging lazily up your slit, collecting everything you’re giving her.

“You’re fuckin’ messy, babe." She murmurs, half in awe, half just to tease. 

Before you can even think to respond, her tongue is on you again, dragging slow and deliberate licks over your swollen clit while two fingers ease their way inside, stretching you open.

You inhale sharply, your thighs instinctively trying to snap shut around her, but Ellie is quick, her free hand pressing against your hip, keeping you right where she wants you.

She curls her fingers just right, feeling the way your walls flutter around them. She watches you from beneath heavy lids, drinking in the way your head tilts back, lips parting, how every needy sound you make is just for her.

Her lips curve against your heat before she bites down on your clit softly—just enough to make your breath hitch, your fingers tighten in her hair. Her fingers move in tandem, thrusting slow but deep, curling just right against your spongy spot to make pleasure coil tighter and tighter inside you.

You can’t even form words, only breathy, broken sounds slipping past your lips. Your body moves on instinct, rolling against her mouth, chasing that high she’s so effortlessly pulling you towards. Ellie groans at the way you react to her, the vibrations sending a new wave of heat spiraling through you.

“Takin’ it so perfectly, princess,” she muses, her voice rough with satisfaction. One hand smooths along your thigh, grounding, teasing, keeping you exactly where she wants you. The slick, obscene sounds of her fingers and mouth working on you grow louder, matching the frantic pace of your pulse.

You’re so close, you can feel it—electric, unbearable, curling low. Like a thread waiting to snap. 

“I—hah!—Ellie, I’m gonna—” Your voice breaks as pleasure crashes over you, white-hot and dizzying. Your body tightens, trembles, pleasure snapping through every nerve as you cry out, gripping onto her like she’s the only thing anchoring you.

Ellie doesn’t pull away immediately, working you through it, her mouth still lazily exploring, drawing out every last aftershock until your thighs are trembling around her. Only then does she ease back, slow and deliberate, her fingers slipping from you with a quiet, wet sound.

You barely have time to catch your breath before she lifts them to her lips, her eyes locking onto yours, utterly shameless. She slides them past her lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum.

“Too good to waste” she mutters, the rasp in her voice making heat flicker in your belly all over again.

You watch her with a dazed expression, your mind still lost in the aftershocks, chest rising and falling as you try to remember how to breathe.

This is almost too good to be true.

And thank God it is.

Ellie watches you with half-lidded eyes, her breath heavy, chest rising and falling as she takes in the sight of you—disheveled, skin glistening, lips parted as you gasp for air. She knows she’s wrecked you, and fuck, she loves it. Loves the way you look at her, like she’s the only thing that exists in the world right now.

“Shit babe, you soaked the bed…” she murmurs, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips as she drags her fingers up your trembling thighs. “Do I turn you on that badly?”

Your head barely nods, your body still buzzing, heat pooling in your stomach again even though you haven’t fully come down. “Mhmm.”

Ellie huffs out a quiet chuckle, pressing her lips against the inside of your knee before pulling back just enough to unbuckle her belt. Your breath hitches as she unfastens it, sliding her jeans and grey boxers down her hips, revealing the deep purple strap nestled between her thighs.

And It’s almost unfair how good she looks like this. Shirt unbuttoned, muscles flexing as she strokes the length of the toy once, watching you with amused eyes.

And let's just say, you are shocked.

How the hell did you not notice it before? It’s thick, long, and attached to a harness that presses snugly against her lower abdomen—bigger than anything you’ve ever taken.

Your gaze flickers between her face and the toy, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. Ellie notices, her smirk widening. “Something wrong, baby?”

You swallow, your voice coming out weaker than you want it to. “N-no.”

Your breath stutters, eyes widening. “Nervous, pretty girl?” Ellie quirks a brow. She clicks something at the base of the strap, and suddenly, a sound vibrates with a low hum. 

You shake your head, but the anticipation, the way your legs shift, betrays you. Ellie just smirks, gripping your knee and spreading you open. 

“It’s okay” she says, and for a moment, her voice is softer “You can always tell me if it’s too much.”

A thread of something unspoken lingers between you, but then she’s pressing the tip against your soaked entrance, teasing, watching your breath hitch, and any softness vanishes into something much darker.

She pushes in—slow, stretching you inch by inch, letting you feel every single second of it.

You let out a sharp cry, your fingers flying up to grasp at her shoulders, nails digging in. Ellie groans at the sight, her pupils blown wide, her fingers flexing against your thigh as she stills for just a second, letting you adjust. “Shit…” she rasps, voice thick. “Taking me so fucking well.”

Your walls flutter around the length, the feeling making your whole body shudder. “F-fuck…” you whimper, the sound breathy, desperate.

Ellie grips your face with one hand, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to look at her. “Tell me how it feels.” she demands, her thumb brushing over your parted lips.

“Good—so fucking good—Ells…” you gasp, your voice breaking as she bottoms up, letting you feel the thickness of the toy against your walls. Then, she shifts, gripping your hips tighter, pulling you flush against her as she sinks deeper, her thrusts picking up pace.

“Yeah?” Ellie breathes, watching the way your body trembles beneath her. “Gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to think straight,”

Your head tilts back and your eyes dart shut as you moan, pleasure sparking through you like wildfire, but Ellie isn’t having that. “No.” she grits, leaning down, her breath hot against your ear. “Look at me.”

She grips your jaw, tilting your face back toward her, her lips just inches from yours. 

“I want you to look at me fucking you.”

The way she says it—so raw, so commanding—has you clenching around her, has your legs shaking as she fucks you harder, deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside you that makes your mind blank.

Your eyes flutter open, and what you see nearly ruins you. Ellie, flushed and wrecked with desire, watching you fall apart beneath her, completely at her mercy.

Her smirk returns, slow and knowing. “That’s my girl.”

“F-fuck, right there—Ellie, please!” you babble, your voice breaking as she adjusts the angle, pressing your knee up to your chest so she can sink in even deeper and hit that spot that makes you fall apart. Your fingers claw at her back, clinging to her as if letting go would shatter you completely.

Ellie groans, sweat slicking her forehead, the vibrations from the toy sending shocks of pleasure through her own body. She’s close, she knows it, but she wants you there first. Needs to see you unravel beneath her, to make you tighten around her.

Your moans turn into choked sobs of pleasure, your body going rigid as the coil inside you snaps. “I—shitt—I’m gonna—!”

And then it happens. Your back arches, your legs shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm crashes through you, your vision going white. The sheer intensity of it rips a cry from your throat, your nails digging deeper into her back as your body spasms.

“Jesus fucking christ…” Ellie curses, watching the way your release splashes everywhere, coating her toy, dripping down between your thighs and her lower abdomen. “Did you just—fuckk—did you just squirt?”

And just like that, with one last deep thrust, she shudders, her own orgasm overtaking her as the toy grinds against her in just the right way. “Oh god, I—”

Her muscles go taut, her forehead dropping against your shoulder as her breath leaves her in a sharp exhale. She rides it out, her body trembling against yours before she finally stills, catching her breath.

She’s careful as she pulls out, the slick sound making both of you shiver. A low whistle leaves her lips as she looks down at the mess between your legs.

You can’t form words, your body still convulsing, overstimulated and spent. Ellie watches you, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “Goddamn…” she murmurs, grinning lazily as she flops beside you.

“You really did soak the bed.”

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the smell of coffee.

The second thing you notice is that your body hurts—a deep lingering soreness that reminds you exactly how last night went down. And let’s just say, it was a long night.

You stretch lazily against the sheets, tangled almost beyond saving, blinking against the light filtering through the curtains. The room is a mess, whiskey glasses half-empty on the nightstand, your dress discarded in a careless heap on the floor, the air still heavy with the scent of sex.

The steady hum of the shower echoes from the bathroom. You exhale, running a hand through your hair as you sit up, the sheets slipping down your bare skin covered only by your lace panties. Your fingers find the nearest whiskey glass, bringing it to your lips—only to find it empty.

You huff out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. Of course. Ellie Williams never does leave you anything to sip on but trouble.

And then she walks in.

A towel slung over her shoulders, fresh boxers hanging low on her hips, a white tank top clinging to her still-damp skin. Her auburn short hair, darker from the shower, is pushed back in that frustratingly effortless way.

Your breath catches.

Maybe it’s the afterglow, or maybe it’s just her—but she looks too good. Unfairly good.

Ellie glances at you, grabbing her coffee cup from the table. “Damn, you survived.”

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. “Barely.”

Your body feels wrecked, and you’re painfully aware of exactly why. But there’s no time to dwell on it—your fingers fumble for your phone on the nightstand, and when you check the time, your stomach drops.

Shit. You were supposed to be at the studio an hour ago.

With a sigh, you throw the sheets off and swing over the edge of the bed, standing on shaky legs. Ellie watches, her smirk widening, not even bothering to hide her amusement.

You shoot her a glare. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.” She leans back against the dresser, legs spread, mug cradled loosely in her hands, eyes dragging over you in that slow, unhurried way. She’s memorizing every mark she left, every inch of bare skin now illuminated by the light. “Just appreciating the aftermath.”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks warm anyway. Before you can shoot back a response, she tosses something your way—a soft bundle of fabric. You catch it midair, unfolding it. A T-shirt. Hers, obviously.

“This is all I’m getting?” you ask, lifting an eyebrow.

Ellie flops onto the edge of the bed, pulling on her jeans, that fucking smirk never leaving her lips. “What, you want a medal too?”

“No, dumbass. Pants.” You gesture to your mostly bare legs. “Or am I supposed to just strut out of here in nothing but this?”

Ellie hums, head tilting like she’s actually considering it. “I mean… yeah? Could be a serve.”

You glare. “Ellie.”

She grins, taking another slow sip of coffee. "Alright, alright. You can borrow something.”

You huff, pulling her shirt over your head, the fabric soft and smelling like her. “Generous.”

She snickers, getting up to rummage through her bag. A moment later, a pair of jeans lands on your lap. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

You unfold them and immediately groan.

“Oh, come on,” you grumble, holding up the jeans.“These are massive. I look like I raided my dad’s closet.”

Ellie, still perched against the dresser, tilts her head, eyes dragging over you in that slow, lazy way that makes your stomach flip. “Nah,” she muses, taking a sip of her coffee. “If you were wearing your dad’s jeans, they wouldn’t make me wanna fuck you all night again.”

Your breath catches—just for a second—before you recover, scoffing as you lob a pillow at her face. She dodges easily, laughing, while you mutter under your breath, pulling the jeans on. They hang ridiculously low on your hips, and you have to roll the waistband several times to make them even somewhat wearable. With a huff, you snatch a belt from the chair, looping it through and cinching it tight.

By the time you’re slipping on your shoes, Ellie is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, her smirk growing by the second. She’s watching you with that barely concealed amusement, like she’s holding back from making some smartass comment.

You narrow your eyes. “What?”

She nods toward your legs, lips twitching. “Nothing,” she says, voice dripping with amusement. “Just… loving the fit.”

You glance down at yourself—the borrowed jeans, the oversized shirt, and all of that paired with heels. The entire disheveled aftermath of last night wrapped up in one ridiculous outfit. It’s not your fault she wears jeans three sizes too big and still manages to look good.

You shoot her a glare, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re stealing my clothes.” She takes another sip of her coffee, watching you struggle with your belt. “Might as well start charging you rent.”

You roll your eyes and head for the door, but just as you reach the threshold, her voice stops you.

“Hey.”

You glance back over your shoulder, eyebrows raised in silent amusement.

Ellie, standing in the doorway, tilts her head, her lips curling into a playful grin. “Hope to see you around, superstar.”

You return the look, shrugging as you take a step backwards into the hallway. “Don’t hold your breath.”

Ellie chuckles under her breath, shaking her head in mock disbelief.

“Absolute fucking menace” 

The air outside bites at your skin as you step out of the hotel, the morning sun glaring too bright for your tired eyes. Your phone buzzes in your hand—a quick reminder that your driver is two minutes away.

You glance down at yourself: your own clothes abandoned somewhere in a hotel room you never bothered to retrieve, and Ellie’s oversized t-shirt draped over your frame, hanging just a little too big, screaming that it isn’t yours. Great.

You roll your shoulders, trying to shake off the ghost of last night’s lingering touch, the memory of her hands gripping your waist, her lips trailing over your skin. You told yourself it was just fun, a wild one night stand with a hot rockstar to take the edge off. 

But now, you can’t help but feel that your body still hums with the echo of her touch.

You don’t notice the subtle flicker of movement—a camera shutter clicking once, twice, in a quiet, practiced rhythm drowned out by the city noise.

The soft thud of the car door seals you off from the world, and as you settle into the seat, you catch your own scent—a heady mix that unmistakably smells just like her. You rest your head back and inhale slowly, grounding yourself as the car pulls away from the curb.

But you don't know that across the street, a photographer flips through his shots, zooming in on your face. 

You don’t know that in just an hour, your name will be trending worldwide—paired inseparably with hers.

And you don’t know that later, back in the hotel room, Ellie is still standing by the window, scrolling through her phone. She pauses, eyes narrowing as a fresh notification pops up, a text from her manager— with a TMZ headline.

Your name. 

Hers.

“Shit.”

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MOMMY KINK

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She's got her pretty fingers between your wet folds, scissoring and playing with the sticky of them. The warmth of her breath hits your skin each time her lips move to kiss another place over your neck, close to your shoulder, up your neck, then near your ear until she finds herself tongue deep in your mouth, hearing your exhausted and quiet whimpers for what felt like the endless time to you.

"Louder baby, I know you can" her voice quiet against your ear before you felt a harsh slap against your pussy. It felt and sounded so obscene. How your legs closed together at the overstimulation only growing- she was in awe, but you felt like crying any moment.

"Be a good girl for mommy..." her fingers teased your entrance in between slaps, that pretty smile on her face only growing at your quiet blabbers and that weak grip on her hand to try and stop her. "You're so wet baby, hear that?" The slapping mixing with your stickiness only served to mock you more and more. "What do you want?"

But you could barely focus on anything anymore. After having her pretty mouth kissing at your clit along a small vibrator pressed it, up and down your slit. After being denied too many times.

"Cum, let me cum- please" and only there your eyes met hers. Small hairs cascading on each side of her face, right above her cheeks who seemed just a bit red-ish. Plump lips bitten and that pretty smirk on her face, right under her eyes who seemed already busy with the sight in front.

"Manners baby" You truly wanted to roll your eyes at her and forget it all, but her voice and the gentle touch on your body could only make you weaker for her. She'd done so much for you after all, and you just needed to be nice back. "Please, mommy, please" your lips savored her neck briefly, two small kisses before she put you back into your place "wanna cum, mommy, please"

It didn't take her long before the pads of her fingers were already on your clit again. circling and pressing over it before her digits slid inside with ease. elicting out your lips a quiet gasp.

"Yeah? this what you wanted baby?" you nodded. the growing burn on your stomach feeling to much at the feeling of each slow gentle thrust of her fingers.

"Words" your eyes opened Inmediatelly, looking back at her with knotted eyebrows and and a pleading yet ignored look. "Yes mommy"

"There you go... Shh" her lips kissed your sweaty forehead, brushing some babyhairs off your face before moving in front of you.

She took her time, separating your legs properly and enough for her to see. Her fingers moving in and out of you slow but good enough. Her thumb eventually moving to your clit to stimulate you more and more.

And God she looked so pretty, with her messy hair and enamored eyes.

[joanapplesstuff]

😳🤫🔥💯

[puriiinz]

POSTED | smau abby a.

III; MAISON

a/n: dramatic lesbians... yes...

contains: a LOT of cursing, reader calls abby mean names in her head but she doesn't mean it

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the "fight" wasn't really happening. at least not in the way yn expected...

yn had started off strong, making sure she looked confident enough to make abby think her actions through, but not too confident so she wouldn't look like a narcissist. she was ready to make abby bow down to her and apologize a thousand times and treat her like a princess from then on and- you get the gist...

but things had... shifted? they were just... talking, laughing even. and unfortunately (but not really) yn had started to notice some things that a normal person wouldn't unless they were staring at abby like a junkie stares at crack. like how half of her hair almost disappeared when the sun hit her just right, or the way she looked a little angry while she was focused- like right now, as she quite literally peeled the skin off her croissant..?

"you're eating that like a fucking psychopath.." yn observed.

abby didn't bother to look up "i'm peeling the layers. that's literally how you're supposed to eat it."

yn's face twisted in a way that she didn't know was possible, waiting for a few seconds to process this newfound information, "that is not how you're supposed to eat a croissant."

upon hearing that, abby immediately stopped eating- peeling? her croissant and looked at yn with a raised brow, literally question marks floating around her, "yes it is..?" then went back to performing surgery on her croissant.

"but i get it, you wouldn't understand... only smart people eat this way. you probably straight up bite into it like a dumbass.."

yn couldn't even comprehend what she was feeling at that point and was just gawking at abby's choice of words, "i do bite into it because i'm normal?" she argued "and now that i think about it... this explains so much about you."

abby raised a brow, trying (but failing) to hide her amused smile "yeah?" she wiped her mouth and took a sip of water, "please enlighten me, what does it say about me, the greatest abby?"

yn scoffed, copying abby and taking a sip of her coffee, "like how you over analyze everything like a freak, you probably take apart your sandwiches and eat them layer by layer or something."

she grinned before licking her lips, her fuckass mouth movements made yn question herself even more because what the fuck was she even feeling now? she met this girl like what, two- three days ago? like yeah sure she was attractive and had cool muscles but that was it. literally anyone else (even yn herself) could have those two qualities.

"are you jealous?"

yn blinked "huh?"

"are you jealous of my attention to detail?" abby said simply, still with a grin on her face. "i bet you wish i would focus on you instead of my sandwiches and croissants."

yn snorted, "please... if you ever looked at me with that much concentration i'd just assume i had something on my face. that or i'd think i looked horrendous."

abby shrugged before answering. "guess i'll just have to stare at you every chance i get..."

"yeah, okay- wait..." yn frowned, that felt suspicious.

abby just took a sip of her water, she was too pleased with herself to answer.

yn shook her head slightly, sighing. she tried not to overthink it, at least not now. "anyway," she cleared her throat "this doesn't change the fact that you eat your shit like a maniac."

"and yet," abby popped a piece (?) of her croissant into her mouth, "you keep looking at me."

yn was quick to respond, not wanting to give abby the happiness of embarrassing her. "you eat like a damn clown, anybody would stare at you."

abby chuckled, makin yn more agitated. "what?"

"so you admit you were- are staring at me?"

"huh?"

"you told me anybody would stare at me. i didn't say you were staring."

fffuuccckkkkkkkk...

"well- no! you know, the english language has a very rich vocabulary and i just happened to choose the word 'stare' to use. you're looking too much into it."

"mhm," abby grinned "sure."

yn was sure she looked dumb as FUCK. just stuttering and stumbling over her stupid excuses. and abby- god... abby was just grinning. ain't shit funny bitch. you wanna come catch this fade? didn't think so.

"i hope one day, someone forces you to eat a croissant normally. just makes you bite into it before you can fucking peel it."

abby laughed, showing her teeth and leaning back. she just found everything yn said soooo funny huh?

"what like mid air? just snatch it from me and shove it into my mouth?"

"yes," yn said firmly. "just completely destroy your whole routine. ruin your day, week even."

abby snorted, leaning in slightly, "you're volunteering? or..."

yn just scoffed, baffled at abby's audacity to even think of her like that. "i would never waste my time on you like that."

abby tilted her head. aww, cute right? wrong. yn wanted her OBLITERATED.

"so you'd do it for someone else?" keeping her head tilted, abby started pouting. fucking pouting in front of yn. literally staring into her eyes. pouting.

yn opened her mouth to give abby a smart ass answer but paused abruptly. something about that felt like a trap...

"uh.. maybe?"

abby just smiled, annoyingly smug and confident, and went back to eating her croissant the wrong fucking way.

yn just exhaled. this was exhausting. but for some reason, she wasn't eager to leave.

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

abby anderson gf mini-headcannons.

- bear hugger. this woman puts her EVERYTHING into hugs with you. her hands are all on your waist or your stomach or just kind of roaming mindlessly around and and AAAAANNNDDDD she kind of just rests her nose into your cheek. (sorry guys i'm touch-starved.)

- she is the little spoon I WILL FUCKING DIE ON THIS HILL. gets so relaxed when she feels your arms around her body i love her i need to smother her rn.

- now i know abby isn't into physical touch or at least it's indicated that she isn't in the games so she isn't super into obvious pda but some hand holding and maybe her hand occasionally affectionately grazing your thigh. small things to remind you you're still loved.

- reads to you. idc what anyone says this bitch is a nerd at heart and i would believe anything she said if said with enough confidence. i feel like at some point she tried to read one of those long and insufferable russian novels not knowing any russian. ANYWAY, she loves to read to you and have your head on her lap while one hand is gripping the book and the other is in your hair <3 . (someone pls shoot me the amount of delusion is insane.)

- refuses to ever let you cook. modern!abby would never be caught dead at a fast food restaurant and neither will her gf!

- idk maybe this is ooc but i feel like in arguments she would just say, "love you too, honey." not even in a mean/condescending way but she doesn't wanna say something she'll regret.