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skywalkerslvt · 27 days ago

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Stop thinking about her- cheater!Ellie Williams x AFAB Reader

❥Pairing: cheater!Ellie Williams x AFAB!Reader

❥Summary: Your ex-best friend's girlfriend approaches you at a party. You don't have it in you to push her away.

❥CW: smut, fingering, tribbing, a bit of thigh grinding, drinking, top ellie, ellie cheats on her girlfriend with you, this is kinda really cliche but idc im having fun, 5.4k words

❥a/n: finals are over SO LETS CELEBRATE WITH A FIC! here's the long awaited cheater ellie fic hope u guys likeeee <3

You didn’t know how you ended up slightly drunk and under your ex-best friend’s girlfriend. That’s a lie—you knew exactly how it happened, and you didn’t feel nearly as guilty as you should have.

Ellie’s lips were on yours, hot and desperate, her calloused hand sliding up under your shirt like she couldn’t touch enough of you fast enough. The room spun slightly, whether from the tequila or the weight of her body pressing you into the mattress, you weren’t sure. Her knee nudged your legs apart, and you felt her breath hitch when you shifted under her, your thighs brushing against her hip.

You knew this was wrong—knew it deep in your gut—but the thought barely lingered, drowned out by the feel of Ellie’s tongue against yours, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip as if she wanted to devour you. Your cheeks were flushed, skin burning where her fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along your side. You hadn’t even realized your hands had tangled in her hair, pulling her closer like you couldn’t bear for her to pull away.

The distant thrum of music from the party downstairs was barely audible now, muffled by the closed door and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. It was someone’s room—a stranger’s, you guessed—but the thought was fleeting, lost as Ellie’s lips trailed along your jaw, down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

This wasn’t where you expected the night to end. But if you were being honest, maybe some part of you had hoped it would.

Of course, this didn’t just happen. It had been building for weeks, months even—long before tonight, long before you found yourself pressed into this bed with her.

It started years ago, back when your ex-best friend was still your best friend.

The two of you had been inseparable once, the kind of friendship people envied. Late-night texts, inside jokes, and an unshakable bond that felt like it could survive anything. But it didn’t.

You could barely remember what the fight had been about—a crush, maybe, or something equally stupid. What you did remember were the words: sharp, angry, and designed to hurt. And they had. Even after the apologies, after the promises to move on, the cracks remained.

The friendship that followed wasn’t the same. You still saw each other, still caught up over coffee or at mutual friends’ gatherings, but it was stiff, polite. Surface-level. You held onto the good memories, but deep down, resentment lingered like a splinter you couldn’t quite remove.

When you heard about Ellie, it was almost a relief. It gave your ex-best friend something else to focus on—someone else. Ellie was different, not the type you’d have expected her to date. She was quiet but sharp, with a sarcastic edge and a disarming smirk that felt equal parts charming and dangerous.

You didn’t meet her at first, just saw glimpses of her online. Mutual friends posted photos, and then one day, Ellie’s name popped up in your Instagram notifications. She’d followed you.

Sure you thought she was cute, and sure after creeping her account and finding out you two had very similar interests you thought that maybe if your ‘friend’ hadn’t gotten to her first, you would’ve made a move on her–but that didn’t matter. She was dating the girl who had broken your heart, your trust, and because of that, you and Ellie would never exist in the same world. You weren’t even sure you wanted to exist in her world if she could date someone who had hurt you with such ease. So, you accepted the request–just out of politeness for your sort-of-friend, and to occasionally creep.

At first, you thought nothing of it. She followed plenty of people in your circle, after all. But then came the likes. It started innocently enough with Ellie occasionally liking music you’d repost on your story, or pictures of animals, but then it escalated. After a few months, the likes came in on everything–on your selfies, your random candid shots, even the pictures you posted to your story. Every time, there it was: a little heart from Ellie.

It was flattering, sure, but also…odd. You didn’t know each other, not really. Mutuals, at best. You debated bringing it up to her girlfriend, but the thought felt petty, paranoid. So you let it go.

Until tonight.

The party wasn’t your scene, but your friends had dragged you along anyway. “You’ll have fun,” they said. “Just a couple of drinks, some music, maybe you’ll meet someone.”

You didn’t. Instead, you spent the first hour nursing a drink and scrolling through your phone, trying to ignore the chaos around you. The house was packed, the music loud enough to rattle your skull, and the air heavy with sweat and spilled alcohol.

You’d just decided to slip out quietly when you felt it—a prickle at the back of your neck, like you were being watched. You turned, scanning the crowded room, and that’s when you saw her.

Ellie.

She was leaning against the far wall, a drink in one hand, her other tucked into her jeans pocket. Her hair was a mess, the way it always seemed to be, and her eyes—those sharp green eyes—were locked on you.

You tried to ignore the way your stomach flipped, the heat creeping up your neck. You didn’t owe her anything. And yet, when she started moving toward you, you couldn’t look away.

“Hey,” she said, her voice low and almost lazy, like she wasn’t fully aware of the effect it had on you.

“Hey,” you replied, forcing yourself to sound casual, though your pulse was anything but.

She smiled, slow and crooked, her gaze sweeping over you in a way that made your skin prickle. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Didn’t know you even knew who I was,” you shot back, more defensive than you intended.

Her smirk widened, and she took a sip of her drink before answering. “Of course I do. Hard to miss someone like you.”

Your breath caught, but you covered it with a scoff. “Right.”

Ellie’s smile lingered, that knowing glint still dancing in her eyes, but she didn’t push. She leaned back just enough, but not far enough to give you space. It was a subtle move, like she was waiting for something, but you couldn’t tell what.

“Where you headed?” she asked, her tone light but with an edge of something that made you pause.

You glanced away, trying to keep your cool, your heart picking up pace for reasons you refused to acknowledge. “I was just about to leave,” you muttered, not entirely convinced you’d find the door anytime soon.

Ellie arched an eyebrow, as if considering the idea for a moment. “It’s so early, though,” she said, her voice smooth. “Stay a bit. What’s the rush?”

You bit back a groan. She was pushing, but not in a way that felt forceful. It was more like she was testing your boundaries, and you had no idea why you were so willing to entertain the idea.

You shook your head, trying to convince yourself this was all a bad idea. “There’s nothing to stay for. My friends have all gone off with other people. Here, I have nobody to talk to.”

Ellie leaned in just a little, her gaze never leaving yours. “Talk to me.”

It was simple, that invitation, but it hit you like a wave. Talk to her? About what? The last thing you wanted was to get caught up in her world, the world that had been woven into your ex-best friend’s life, but something about Ellie’s words softened the sharp edge of your hesitation.

The inner battle raged in your mind. You knew it was wrong. You shouldn’t even consider it. She was your ex-best friend’s girlfriend. And your ex had hurt you. She’d torn apart a friendship you’d once cherished and now was a distant stranger. There was so much bitterness, so much anger still brewing under the surface, that even thinking about this felt like a betrayal in itself.

But then, there was Ellie; Her confident, nonchalant way of speaking. The way her eyes never left you, pulling you in despite the walls you’d built.

You could say no. You should say no.

But somehow, you found yourself staying. The words slipped out before you could stop them. “Fine. One drink.” Your voice was quiet, guarded, but it was enough for Ellie to smile again, a smile that wasn’t as smug as before, but rather, almost… relieved?

She gestured to an empty corner, and you followed her, reluctantly, a part of you still wanting to walk away. You sat next to her, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. The hum of the party was still in the background, but it felt far away now, like it had no bearing on this moment.

Ellie poured you another drink, slower this time, like she was measuring each movement. Her fingers brushed against yours as she handed it to you, and the electricity that sparked between you was impossible to ignore. You held her gaze, trying to ignore the heat in your chest, the tightness in your stomach. You were overthinking it.

She’s not flirting with me, you told yourself silently. She’s just being friendly. Nothing wrong with that. She’s in a happy relationship, with someone I don’t even care about anymore. But even as you thought that, the doubts crept in.

Ellie raised her glass, giving you a small smile. “To new friends, I guess.”

You scoffed, not sure whether to laugh or roll your eyes. “Friends, huh?”

Her smile didn’t waver. “Why not? You never know.”

You took a sip, eyeing her over the rim of your glass. You weren’t sure if she was trying to be charming or if this was just how she was. Either way, you couldn’t seem to shake the strange feeling settling deep in your chest.

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. You were both too busy staring into your drinks. It was a strange kind of quiet, one that stretched longer than it should have.

Ellie was the first to break it. Her voice was low and warm, just a bit too casual. “So, you’re just gonna sit here, all quiet, or do you actually know how to have a conversation?”

You glanced over at her, eyebrow slightly raised, feeling a sudden tug of defensiveness. “Not much to say,” you muttered, your gaze flicking back down to your drink, as though the glass could somehow shield you from her attention.

She didn’t seem put off by your response, though. Ellie’s lips quirked, and she leaned in just a little, enough that her presence felt a bit too close. “I don’t know… I think you’ve got something interesting behind that quiet thing you’ve got going on.”

Your eyes flicked back to hers, finding her watching you with an intensity that wasn’t exactly friendly. But it wasn’t aggressive either. It was… curious, maybe? Like she was trying to figure you out. And for some reason, that made you a little nervous. You forced yourself to respond, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that she was picking apart every little thing about you.

“I don’t know about that,” you said, the words coming out a little more clipped than you meant. “Just don’t feel like talking much.”

Ellie didn’t take offense. Instead, her gaze lingered on you with that same focused intensity, and there was a playful glint in her eyes now, like she’d caught a glimpse of something beneath your defenses. She leaned back slightly, just enough to give you space, but not enough to make you feel like she was backing off.

After a beat, she asked, “So, what’s your deal? Why are you here?”

You shrugged a little, casting a glance around at the crowded party, the music pulsing in the background, the laughter of strangers bouncing off the walls. “Parties aren’t really my thing,” you admitted. “I was dragged here by my friends. They think I need to get out more.” You made a vague motion to the chaos around you. “And, well, here I am.”

Ellie’s smile softened a little, her gaze flicking from you to the crowd. “Yeah, I get that,” she said. “I’m not exactly the life of the party either. More of a people-watcher.”

You nodded, relieved to find some common ground. The tension between you had started to ease, but Ellie didn’t let the silence stretch too long.

“I mean,” she continued, leaning in just a little closer again, “I guess I can’t blame you for being here. There’s a certain kind of energy to the chaos, right? But, uh, it doesn’t seem like you’re soaking it in.”

“No,” you agreed with a small laugh, “I’m definitely more of a ‘watching from the sidelines’ kind of person.”

Ellie grinned, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Good. Makes you interesting.” She paused. “Most people here? They’re just noise. But you? You’ve got a vibe.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you tried not to let the compliment throw you off, but the way she said it, like she was really seeing you, made something warm unfurl inside you. “I don’t know about that,” you said, shifting awkwardly. “I think I’m just trying not to get caught in someone’s conversation I don’t want to be in.”

“Fair enough.” Ellie leaned back in her chair, giving you a little space. But she kept her eyes on you, observing. The quiet between you two felt comfortable now, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long this easy connection would last.

Before you knew it, Ellie was pouring you another drink, making conversation about your shared interests, your friends, family–anything and everything, really. You drifted from one topic to another, carried by Ellie’s easy charm and your hesitant curiosity. She had a way of drawing you in, her words casual but laced with something deeper, like every sentence was an invitation to unravel her. And you hated how much you wanted to take it.

She asked about your life—what you did, what you liked—and you answered in half-truths, skimming the surface but never diving too deep. You didn’t trust yourself to let her in, not when her very presence felt like a betrayal. But Ellie had a way of making you forget your reservations. She listened like every word mattered, her green eyes locked onto yours, her body angled toward you as if no one else in the room existed.

Somewhere between your third drink and Ellie’s story about a disastrous road trip she’d taken, you felt yourself relaxing. Laughing, even. You caught yourself leaning closer, your fingers brushing hers when you reached for your glass, and you knew you should pull back. But you didn’t.

The party had started to wind down. The music was softer now, the crowd thinning out as people either left or found places to crash. The room felt quieter, more intimate, and you were acutely aware of how close Ellie was sitting, her knee just barely brushing yours.

You know,” Ellie said, her voice quiet, almost thoughtful, “you’re different from what I’ve heard about you.”

Your stomach twisted at her words. She had heard about you through someone? Your ex best-friend must have been talking bad about you. You raised an eyebrow, confused. “What do you mean?”

Ellie’s lips curved into a sly grin, her voice dipping lower, a touch of mischief in her gaze. “I don’t know… I figured you’d be more, I don’t know, standoffish? Maybe a little harder to talk to.”

You tried not to let the thought of your ex-best friend—Ellie’s girlfriend—saying things about you to the admittedly attractive girl in front of you. But the old, familiar annoyance still simmered beneath the surface. Instead, you leaned in a little closer, your lips pulling into a teasing smile as your head buzzed from the alcohol. “Guess I’m full of surprises, huh?”

Ellie’s grin widened, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes, something that made you wonder if she knew exactly what you were implying. “Yeah,” she said, her fingers brushing over the back of your hand where it rested on the table, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. “You’re way more interesting than most people.”

Internally, you slapped yourself. What the hell are you doing? This was a mess—flirting with your ex-best friend’s girlfriend, someone you didn’t even know that well. But another part of you, the part that still held a grudge against your old friend, didn’t care. What’s one more mistake? You could blame it on the booze tomorrow.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Maybe I’m just good at keeping people on their toes.”

Ellie didn’t look away. She leaned in a little closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off her. The air around you seemed to hum with tension, thick and electric.

Ellie watched you for a moment, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. “It’s really crowded in here,” she said, her voice dropping to something quieter, more intimate. “I saw a quiet room upstairs. Wanna go?”

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. Was she—was she hitting on you?

No. I’m overthinking this. It’s just a quiet place. That’s all.

You forced a smile, trying to play it cool. “Sure, why not?”

You both stood up, and as you made your way upstairs, your mind was racing. Am I reading this wrong? She has a girlfriend. What am I doing? But then, in the back of your mind, you reminded yourself that you weren’t doing anything wrong—yet.

The room upstairs was quieter than the chaos downstairs. It was dimly lit, the soft hum of distant music floating up from below. You both settled on the bed, and Ellie’s proximity made the air feel heavy with tension.

You leaned back slightly, trying to shake the nervous energy crawling up your spine. “So, uh, what now?”

Ellie’s eyes never left you, her gaze intense, like she was trying to figure something out. She leaned in closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. “We talk, I guess.” She gave you a half-smile, then added, “But I’m kinda tired of talking.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and your body tensed as she reached out, her fingers brushing your arm lightly. “What are you saying?” you asked, your voice a little shakier than you meant.

Ellie’s lips quirked up at the edges as she leaned even closer, her eyes darkening. “I’m saying you’re way more interesting than this room. And I think I want to know you better.”

You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. This is insane. She has a girlfriend. Why is she doing this?

“Ellie…” you breathed, unsure of what you wanted to say, your mind spinning.

She cut you off, her lips ghosting over yours as she whispered, “Tell me to stop.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and the words stuck in your mouth as her lips hovered just above yours, barely brushing against you.

You blinked, feeling a mix of confusion and desire. What about her girlfriend?

You pulled away just slightly, your voice shaking. “What about her?”

Ellie’s eyes flashed with something unreadable. “What about who?”

You hesitated, biting your lip, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Your girlfriend.”

Ellie paused for a moment, her gaze flicking to the side, before meeting your eyes again. “You really want to talk about her right now?”

Your heart pounded in your chest. You looked at her for a moment, all the weight of the situation crashing down on you. Then, finally, you shook your head. “No… fuck it.”

And just like that, Ellie’s lips found yours, and everything else faded away.

Ellie kissed you with a desperation that made your head spin, her hands framing your face as if to keep you from slipping away. Every rational thought dissolved in the heat of her touch, leaving nothing but the electric hum of her lips on yours and the weight of her body pressing you into the bed.

Her hand trailed down your side, hesitating just briefly before slipping under your shirt. The warmth of her palm against your bare skin sent a shiver racing through you, and you arched into her touch despite yourself. This was wrong—every fibre of your being knew that—but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when Ellie kissed you like you were the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground.

She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her green eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite place. “Tell me to stop,” she murmured again, her voice low and almost pleading.

But you didn’t. Instead, you tangled your fingers in her hair and pulled her back down to you, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that left no room for hesitation. Ellie groaned softly against your mouth, her grip on you tightening as if she couldn’t get close enough. It was intoxicating, the way she touched you, the way she made you feel like you were on fire from the inside out.

The world outside that room ceased to exist. There was no party, no ex-best friend, no girlfriend—just Ellie and the dizzying, reckless pull of her. Your mind screamed at you to stop, to think, to pull away before this went any further, but your body betrayed you at every turn. When her hand slipped lower, fingertips grazing the waistband of your jeans, you gasped, your breath hitching in your throat.

Ellie paused, her forehead resting against yours as she caught her breath. “You okay?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with concern that made your chest ache.

You nodded, swallowing hard, though your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m okay.”

Her lips brushed against yours again, softer this time, as if she were giving you the chance to stop her. But when your hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer, she took it as the permission she’d been waiting for.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this wouldn’t end well. This wasn’t a story with a happy ending—there was too much history, too many tangled emotions, too many people who would get hurt. But for now, with Ellie’s lips on yours and her body warm against you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything else.

For now, it was enough.

Ellie’s lips moved to your jaw, trailing kisses down to your neck, where her teeth scraped lightly against your skin, making you shiver. Your head tilted back instinctively, giving her more access, but even through the haze of alcohol and desire, a thought pushed its way to the surface.

“Ellie,” you whispered, your voice trembling. Her fingertips slipped under your waistband, her fingers grazing the bare skin of your hip, but you pressed your hands against her shoulders, trying to gather enough strength to speak. “Aren’t you—are you sure you're not worried about your girlfriend—?”

Before you could finish, Ellie’s teeth sank gently into the sensitive curve of your neck, drawing a gasp from your lips. She sucked at the spot, slow and deliberate, before pulling back to meet your gaze. Her green eyes burned with an intensity that made your breath catch, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured, “Stop thinking about her.”

Your stomach twisted at her words, torn between the guilt gnawing at the edges of your conscience and the heat pooling low in your belly. Before you could respond, Ellie’s hands gripped your hips, pressing you firmly into the mattress as she kissed you again, hard and demanding. When she pulled back, her voice was low and rough, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

“I’m only worried about getting your clothes off right now,” she said, her words sending a shiver down your spine.

Her teeth found your neck again, biting just hard enough to make your head spin. Each mark she left felt like a brand, a reminder of the line you’d already crossed and the point of no return you were hurtling toward. Her hands roamed over your body, her touch both possessive and reverent, and for the moment, you let yourself forget everything else.

Ellie’s lips found the edge of your jawline, trailing kisses down to your collarbone, where her teeth sank just hard enough to send a jolt of heat straight to your core. Her hands were everywhere at once, caressing, gripping, claiming you in ways that left you breathless. When her fingers hooked into the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down, you lifted your hips to help her, the denim peeling away like it was the last barrier between you and the inevitable.

She tossed your jeans aside, her gaze raking over your body with an intensity that made your skin flush. “Fuck,” Ellie all but groaned, her voice thick with desire as her hands found your thighs, her thumbs brushing over your skin in slow, teasing circles. She looked at you like she was savoring every inch of you, and it made your chest tighten in ways you didn’t fully understand.

Her hoodie and tank top were gone in the next heartbeat, revealing the lean, taut muscles of her torso. Your hands moved on their own, sliding up her stomach and over her chest, feeling the way her body tensed under your touch. Ellie groaned softly, leaning into your hands before claiming your lips again in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. Her body pressed you into the mattress, her thigh slotting between your legs, and the friction made you gasp.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” she muttered, her voice low and rough as she shifted her hips, the pressure against you making your breath hitch. Ellie’s hands found your panties next, tugging them down slowly, her green eyes locked on yours as if daring you to stop her. You didn’t. You couldn’t. When you kicked them off, she followed, shoving her boxers and jeans off in a single, hurried motion until there was nothing left between you but skin and heat.

Ellie lowered herself onto you again, her thigh pressing between your legs with just enough pressure to make you moan as her wet pussy grinded against your thigh. She captured your moan with her lips, kissing you deeply as she began to move, her body grinding against yours in a rhythm that made your toes curl. Her skin was warm, slick with a thin sheen of sweat, and the way her muscles shifted and tensed against you was mesmerizing.

Her hand slipped down your torso, playing with your breasts before continuing their path between your thighs. Her deft fingers swept up your slit, collecting the wetness before circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You cried out at the touch, hips bucking wildly against her hand as she slid two fingers inside your tight heat while her thumb rubbed at your clit.

“You like that? Yeah you do–that’s a good girl. Take my fingers like a good girl,” Ellie praised as her fingers quickened their pace, the wet squelching of your cunt filling the room as her fingers pistoned in and out of you. The pressure between your legs was building fast–faster than it ever had with anyone else. God, was this girl some sort of sex god?

Before you knew it, your orgasm washed over you, your pussy gushing and fluttering around Ellie’s fingers as you moaned out her name. Her fingers slowed, hips still moving against your thigh as your chest heaved in an attempt to catch your breath.

After a beat of silence, Ellie cleared her throat. “Are–are you oka–”

You cut her off, pulling her face to yours and crashing your lips against hers in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. “Want more, Els. Want you to ride me,” you mumbled against her lips, mind still hazy with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Ellie closed her eyes, resting her forehead against yours as a guttural moan left her lips.

“Fuck. Y-yeah, alright. I’ll make you feel good, baby.”

And with that, her hand slipped under your back, lifting your hips to angle you just right as she lowered her dripping pussy onto yours, your slick aiding her as she slowly rocked her hips against yours–testing the waters. When you moaned and bucked upwards, grabbing her hips and pressing them harder against yours, she began to rock against you with more purpose. The friction was electric, the pressure building with each movement as her body pressed into yours. Your legs tangled with hers, pulling her closer, needing her in ways that felt both primal and impossible to articulate.

Ellie’s lips found your neck again, her teeth scraping and biting, leaving marks you knew would last for days. “You like that?” she murmured against your skin, her voice dripping with confidence and desire. When your hips bucked against hers in response, she chuckled darkly, her grip on your waist tightening as she thrust her cunt harder against yours, the friction on your clit all too much.

The sensation was overwhelming, her body perfectly aligned with yours as you moved together. The slick heat between you only made it easier, your bodies sliding and grinding in perfect sync. Each roll of her hips sent sparks racing through you, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.

Ellie shifted slightly, one of her hands sliding down your side to cup your hip, guiding you against her. “Fuck, you feel so good,” she groaned, her voice cracking with need. Her other hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so she could kiss you deeply, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your head spin.

Your nails raked down her back, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as the tension in your core built to a breaking point. Ellie must have felt it too, her movements growing more erratic, her breath hot and uneven against your neck.

“Come for me,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

Her words sent you spiraling, the heat and pressure exploding all at once as your body arched against hers, a cry spilling from your lips that she silenced with a deep, searing kiss. Ellie followed moments later, her body shuddering against yours as her grip on you tightened, her breaths coming in harsh, uneven gasps.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, the room filled only with the sound of your labored breathing and the faint creak of the mattress beneath you. Ellie’s body was heavy and warm against yours, her skin slick with sweat, and you found yourself clinging to her, your fingers tangled in her hair as you tried to catch your breath.

When she finally lifted her head to look at you, her green eyes were soft, vulnerable in a way that made your chest ache. She didn’t say anything, just brushed a strand of hair from your face before leaning down to kiss you again, slower this time, as if savoring the moment. She pulled away, gazing up at you softly.

Ellie’s fingers brushed your jaw, her touch softer now, almost hesitant. “Was it… good?”

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of the question. “You seriously asking me that right now?”

Ellie grinned, but the lightness didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Just making sure,” she said, voice softer this time.

A silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. You could still feel the heat of her against you, but the moment had shifted—tilted into something more fragile, more dangerous.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to sit up, the cool air biting at your skin. Ellie watched you, her expression guarded now, like she was waiting for you to say something. Maybe waiting for you to break the spell.

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to steady your thoughts. “We shouldn’t have—”

Ellie sighed, pushing herself up on her elbows. “I know.” But there was no regret in her voice, only something dangerously close to satisfaction.

You should have left it at that. You should have gathered your clothes, walked out of that room, and never looked back.

But then Ellie reached for you again, her fingers catching your wrist, her touch warm and grounding.

And despite everything—despite the guilt, despite the consequences waiting just outside that door—you didn’t pull away.

Not yet.

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kroosluvr · 6 months ago

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present day

if every day will be like this from now on, i'll look forward to every single one.

ok. Sits down. help meeee i tried using csp's comic tools for once (and also gradient maps + coloring w monochrome) to save time bUT I ENDED UP SPENDING THE USUAL AMT ANYWAY SO. . erm. WELL IT WAS FUN ANYWAYS

hiiiiiiiii i wrote this script 4 months ago nd finally did it (had this on the backburner for 20 million yrs bc i wanted to get out other angst bullshit first)

the parallels of goro's back (x3) on the first 2 pgs are kinda not 1:1 as i'd like but REGARDLESS i still like them. goro, who had utmost control over his life, running it like a machine, regardless of how he feels or if he's tired or if he wants to give up.......he was in control. knowing, of course, that his life is on the line at every waking moment, but since he was always on edge, always alert, he was still in control.

but now, surviving the long winter and coming out to the other side, he's lost that control AND that edge. now what is he left with? what is there left?

very speficially in the 2nd page.... i think its so <3 YAY <3 that goro, now, doesn't feel the need to take such spic-and-span clean-cut care of his appearance.., guy who rolls out of bed and throws on a shirt to go hangout w akira and sumire. he decides to tie up his hair and forgoes his gloves... feels more "comfortable" to change his apperance, to let down his guard a little. <- was the rough symbolism JKDSHKFS

sumire getting the choco croissant but letting goro have the first bite YEAHHHH WHATEVER

4th page symbolism is also rough i didnt think abt it too hard LMAO. 3rdsem goro watching his detective prince self leave. he knows acutely well that chapter of his life is over - whether he survives the long winter or dies in it. all that he knew - even though it was miserable and awful and frustrating and dangerous - is gone.

and now there's just this: the present day. whatever that means.

i think something important to me abt royal trio is just the idea of Learning To Just Exist: no need for a "purpose" or a "calling" or some overarching "goal". they just learn to exist.

and of course none of them really have a benchmark for "wow i like this i want to live like this" so they just roll with the punches, as they always have, but yknow. finally getting to live their honest student life as they always deserved

edit: and most importantly for goro, i think, is learning to cut himself some slack. "despite everything" he says, despite all the shit he's endured AND all the shit he's done, he feels like this is "right." whatever that means, he's ready to take it day by day to figure it out. AND THATS THE WHOLE THING Punches wall really hard

edit: I ALSO FORGOT. i think the sentiment of "being waited for" for goro means a lot. since he had to do everything by himself, fight for himself, decide everything for himself frm such a young age, the idea of akira and sumire waiting for him, inviting him out simply for him to be there -> is really meaningful to him, more than they could know.

edit AGAIN: also goro sleeping in means a lot to me. i imagine that guy has pretty terrible insomnia. ALSO HE HAS A BEDFRAME! i like the thought of his apartment being so /r/malelivingspaces throughout the game. he doesn’t deserve a bedframe. BUT HE HAS ONE NOW!

goros expressions in the last page gve me a hard time. sparkly....

also im SO freaking sorry if his voice isnt too well-written... i had a crisis over the wording while draiwng htis so much DSKHASKDASJK AND THE PANELING AND WHATEVERRR IDEK WHAT IM DOINGGG but it was fun!!!! exploratory..... regardless i will keep workign to do him and royaltrio justice. THUMBSUP EMOJI.

#4am again no problem. chokes #goro akechi #sumire yoshizawa #akira kurusu #persona 5 royal #royal trio #shuakesumi #cele draws #long winter #<- technically but its also good w canonverse #cele comics

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woundedoves · 7 months ago

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I SAW YOU HAVE ZZZ ON UR LIST?? 😭 been so crazy about lycaon and wise. im not sure will you take this or not but can i get a 3p. male reader being fucked dumb by that duo- 💦 i enjoy noncon if you’re okay with that type of request…

Lycaon x Wise x Bottom M!Victiorian Housekeeping Member! Reader (NSFW)

a/n: idk what the FUCK possessed me but omfg the more i thought abt this request the hornier i got so… also XXX by kim petras thank u for assisting me in writing this

Warnings: Semi-Somnophilia, Lycaon is involved so wolf cock and knotting, Wise might be a bit OOC but i just love the archetype of silent/introverted characters being FREAKS in bed so… also not proofread!

word count: 1155

You’ve just returned from a commission, your Victoria Housekeeping Co. uniform all torn up, your black stockings all torn up, squishing the meat of your thighs but you genuinely couldn’t care less. Your feet hurt like hell and you’ve got a migraine, you just want to crawl into your boyfriend’s bed and fall asleep.

That’s what you do, instead of reporting back like you usually do, you decide to go to your boyfriend’s shop. Smiling half heartedly at the bangboo that greeted you when you stepped foot into the shop, tiredly dragging your feet along to Wise’s bed. No sign of Bella, must be out. Oh well.

You sit on the bed, your ass and legs burning with much needed relaxation as you sink into the bed, it smells like him. You slowly take your shoes off and put them right in front of the door, neatly of course, so he knows you’re here.

You sigh as you finally plop down on the bed, your whole body is so sore that it makes you groan when you move an inch. You grab one of Wise’s pillows, hug it with your arms and legs, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Surrounded by your boyfriend’s comfort.

Wise sighs with exhaustion as he leads Lycaon to his room so he can help with the absolute mess it is. He would ask you, but you’ve been so busy with commissions these days, having been assigned numerous commissions already in your first month. He stops in his tracks when he sees your (new) shoes in front of his door, recognition passes Lycaon’s eyes as he sees them as well. He coughs pointedly, making Wise smile a little: “I can wait here if you��d like?” Wise shakes his head, “No need for that. Come with me, I think he’ll enjoy it.” Lycaon wants to ask “enjoy what?” but doesn’t question further as he’s led to Wise’s room by the man himself and…

There you are, your Victorian Housekeeping Co. uniform all torn up, your torn black stockings showing off your legs so well, his dick twitches involuntary as he furrows his eyebrows and looks the other way, making Wise smile teasingly at him. “What, don’t like seeing him all ruined like this?” Lycaon looks at him baffled, “What would that—“ his breath gets caught in his throat when he sees Wise’s hand go under your stockings and he takes your cock out, already hard. “Look at your poor butler, he’s so worked up.” Wise teases, getting uncharastically bold as he takes your dick in his hand and slowly pumps your length, you let out small soft whimpers; it goes straight to Lycaon’s dick.

“He’s asleep, this is inappropriate.” He argues as he can already feel his cock strained against his pants, his blush well hidden but not unnoticed by Wise. Said man rolls his eyes half heartedly as he takes the head of your cock into his mouth, making you hug the pillow tighter. “See? He likes it.”

His gaze turns to the butler, “I have eyes, Lycaon. You look at him a lot, would’ve been jealous but I really wanna see him get ruined on your knot, to be honest.” He gets up slowly and pulls him by his tie, “Come on, listen to your master, hm?” He chuckles when Lycaon follows him, hearing his subtle growls. This is going to be fun.

Wise slowly feels you waking up and hushes you, “Shh baby, it’s just a dream, you’re fine.” You smile at him as you lay fully on your back, feeling him take your hand in his. You’re half conscious, half not with your whole dick out but still too tired to care as you let your boyfriend do whatever the hell he wants.

Wise smiles as he unzips his pants, freeing his lower half of any clothes. Before the butler can voice any complaints Wise helps him out as well. Wise hoists you up from your arms and makes you sit on your knees, you give all the strength left in your body to stay like that. You gasp in surprise when you feel… claws on your ass, Wise grips your chin and kisses you before you can even say anything. Now fully awake, you can clearly hear Lycaon’s voice as he lines his cock with your hole. Crying out into the kiss when you feel his cock invade your ass, your cock twitching. The stretch burns so fucking good, his cock is so damn big and you feel his knot hit your ass as he bottoms out; drawing a low growl from him and a whorish moan from you.

Wise smiles, “Look at me now, baby.” You do so, your vision isn’t exactly clear at his point but you see him milk the pre cum from your cock to use as lube to finger himself, biting his lips when he sees Lycaon hook both of your arms with his, keeping them in place as he starts to drill his cock into your tight hole. You cry out as you feel the stretch burn and burn, your cries fading into soft whimpers as he starts to hit your prostate. You feel wise lining your cock with his hole as he tells Lycaon to stop for a second, moaning your name when you bottom out.

Wise lets out the most whorish moan you’ve ever heard from him when Lycaon starts thrusting inside you again, making your hips jerk forward and also fuck your boyfriend. “Fuuuck— fuck yes, that feels so fucking good.” Wise bites his lips as he looks at your tired and fucked expression, tears already forming on your cute eyes. He takes your chin by one hand as Lycaon continues his brutal pace on your poor ass, cooing at you, “Come on baby, you can take it. He’s gonna cum inside and— fuck— you’re gonna take his knot, okay?” You whimper as you feel Lycaon’s cock throb inside you, climaxing inside Wise’s ass as you fill him with your cum, the cock inside you fills your ass to the fucking brim with cum as Lycaon cums with a moan-growl.

You whimper when Wise pulls your cock out of his hole, watching as Lycaon gives one more powerful thrust inside your hole so you can take his knot, making you cry in pain mixed with pleasure as you feel your spent cock weep cum again; now on your boyfriend’s stomach. Wise smiles softly, clearly content in the afterglow as you can feel your consciousness slip again, the last thing you feel is Lycaon’s arms gently slipping from yours as he softly puts you in your boyfriend’s embrace. The last thing you hear,

“Don’t be so upset, you get to have your knot inside him while we cuddle, isn’t tha…”

You’re too tired to process the rest as you feel your body give into the exhaustion.

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aviradasa · 6 months ago

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Hi :) ! I hope you're doing well <3 . I was wondering if you could do some Larry Johnson x chubby!fem!reader hdcns, along with some Sal Fisher ones too ? 🖤 Ily !!

Yesss there is not enough chubby reader on here, and as a chubbier girl myself, I couldn't wait to write this!! And Ilyt 🖤🖤 I hope you enjoy these Lil HCs

Larry and sal x Chubby!Fem!reader HCs

Separately of course

{Fluff} Warnings: some swearing,mentions of creeps but that's it.

Masterlist

Larry:

Ok, to start, Larry with a Chubby Reader is a match made in heaven

He doesn't care you got a Lil meat on your bones his literal catchphrase is

"Well, there's just more of you to love."

He lives by it.

You will never see him be one of those guys that tells you not to eat something cause 'you gotta lose a few pounds'

Naw he don't give a fuck. It's your body he loves you no matter what.

Also, I've touched on it in the past, but I think Larry is a touchy guy.

Like not even in an inherently sexual way, it's literally just how he shows love

With you, it's all hugs,kisses,cuddles,grabs, and squeezes.

He loves how soft your skin feels even in the spots with bumps or stretchmarks he still loves it.

He would lowkey like to trace your stretchmarks. Or maybe paint them. I could see him turning your stretchmarks into like a cool as lightning piece.

Also, he would love just laying on you. He gets hella comfortable just laying on your thighs.

And if he gets the chance to fall asleep on them. That's it he's out like a light for hours.

But if you move, he will wake up and be like

"Where the fuck are you going?"

He's also your number 1 defender/Protector

cause ain't nobody gonna talk to his girl in a way he don't like.

Someone makes fun of your weight.

Well, now they are insecure about their own.

He's all about treating others how they treat you.

He has and will make a bully insecure the same way they made you insecure, but while he does it, he's talking you up the whole time

Cause you're perfect.

Now, if someone is hitting on you, he's lowkey proud like

"Yeah, my girls, great, and nobody else can have her"

But if they are making you uncomfortable or just downright fetishizing you ( i hate when this happens and if it happens to you to im so sorry)) he's getting you tf outta there, and who knows. He gets feisty he might try to square up with them 😭

He's just really awesome.

He takes care of you and loves you so much

To him, weight doesn't mean shit. He loves you for you. Your personality is what matters to him. And he will always be there for you.

Even if you're feeling insecure, he's pulling you outta that state of mind.

But let's be honest with him, it's almost impossible he never gives you the chance to feel bad about yourself.

He reasures you before you even realize you need it.

Overall, he's just a great boyfriend no matter what size you are

Sal:

Alright, sal is just the sweetest damn thing on earth

You think he gives a FUCK your a Lil Chubby?

Naw

I mean, when he was younger, even he was a little Chubby.

Plus, the guy got his face blown off. He's not the type to judge

He's just happy that he has someone that he loves and that loves him for who he is.

That's what means the most to him

And he does his best to show it.

He's not as touchy as Larry, but he still is big on it, especially farther into your relationship

The more he trusts you, the more it becomes

He lives for your hugs. He finds it really comforting. You're like a little pillow

Like if he wakes up in the night from night terrors or a vision. He will just grab you and pull you into a cuddle

The next morning, you wake up, and you have to poke him to make sure he's just sleeping and not dead

You just have that calming effect on him. idk

He is just always holding you

Your hand,your waist, an arm over your shoulders (if he can reach)

He also does not care about what you eat.

He's just like girl do whatever you want.

If you do wanna lose weight ok just do it responsibly.

Don't hurt yourself in any way.

Honestly, this could go for both him and Larry.

Getting onto the topic of protection

sal is a sassy dude.

especially as an adult. Dude, hit 19 and said fuck it I'm done.

Someone insults you for your weight ok well sal is talking shit on their whole bloodline.

he has a roster of insults he's come up with over the years

And he can be mean as fuck 😭

And the thing is, he doesn't even swear a lot while doing it. He is pulling up with words that even you're just like, "What?"

So just cause they said something to you, he's not only making fun of them but also there intelligence without even trying

Who needs to swing when you have sals attitude.

Now, if someone normally hits on you, he doesn't really care he might wait for them to leave, then chuckle about it with you

But if they are full on like touching you or fetishizing you, he don't let it slide.

He lowkey finds it fun to fuck with creeps.

Like, don't get me wrong, he hates what people do it to you in public, but he just loves the chance to talk his shit

just watching him make fun of them. cheers you up. just cause let's face it

he's 5'8 as an adult, and he's kinda lanky, so watching him make fun of someone bigger than him is hilarious

He has made a dude cry.

It was hilarious. You lowkey forgot the dude had full-on grabbed your ass

But yeah, other than that, Sal just doesn't give a fuck your chubby your a human being and he loves you.

And he always will.

You're also never insecure with him. He lets you know how beautiful and lovely you are and how much he appreciates you.

And you do the same for him

You guys are just the best together 🖤

#sally face larry #sally face headcanons #sally face fanfiction #sally face x reader #sally face #sally fisher #sal x reader #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #larry johnson x reader #larry x reader #larry johnson #larry #Aviradasa writes #Aviradasa 👽🖤

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bbrissonn · 1 year ago

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𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚

in which after going live with rutger on the umich insta account, your boyfriend comes home with new nickname

warnings: slight mention of sex at the end, not proofread

pairing: mark estapa x reader

your eyes slowly opened as a bunch of guys could be hear entering the house. you had fallen asleep shortly after mark left, leaving a little later than the others since he wasn't practicing. you knew they were having their turkey showdown today, so the boys who lived in the house would be extra agitated when they got back.

"dude, im being honest, gavo had the best technic to level the ice." you heard your boyfriend's voice as the group appeared in the doorway of the living room. "hi, babe." the boy added with a smile when his eyes landed on your frame. you yawned strongly, blinking multiple times as you pushed yourself up from your laying position before sending them a wave.

"how was your turkey thing?" you mumbled as all the boys, including some who didn't live here, settled down on the multiple couches. mark sat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder, making you lean your head against his shoulder.

"you weren't on the live?" rutger asked, a frown on his face.

"do i look like i was on the live, rutger." you sassed, hinting at your appearance, and the fact that you had just woken up. your answer made a couple of the guys chuckle, including mark.

"you look like you got ran over." the nebraska native answered with a smirk, and soon a pillow flew his way.

"you look cute, baby." mark mumbled in your ear so only you could hear. you looked up at him, a shy smile on your face.

"papa estapa had a lot of fun." frank said from besides rutger, making all of the guys laugh once again. meanwhile, a look of confusion grew on your face as mark's face turned a bright shade of red.

"papa who now?"

"papa estapa." he repeated, only making all of them laugh even more.

"uhm... do i even wanna know?" you questioned, smiling awkwardly while mark avoided eye contact.

"you'd know if you were on the live."

"rutger, don't make me hit you." you warned him, already tired of the way he was acting.

"someone on the live commented that." mark answered your question, only making all of them laugh even harder.

"lots of girls like your papa estapa, y/n/n." rutger joked, and this time mark was able to stop you before throwing another pillow his way.

"you don't even live here!"

"papa estapa invited me." the blond boy said. he knew he was pushing your buttons, and that mark would give him hell for it the next, but he didn't care. he found the whole situation funny, especially since he was the one who found the comment, and your reaction was making it even better.

"whatever, im going to the bathroom." you mumbled harshly before standing up from your spot and exiting the living room. all of the boy's laughter died down when they saw the look on mark's face, who was staring straight into rutger's soul.

"didn't invite you over so you could be an asshole to my girlfriend, mcgroarty." mark said, his tone firm and strict. it wasn't until then that rutger realized how badly he has messed up. before he had the chance to say anything, mark was following in your footsteps.

when he made it up the stairs, he was the bathroom door wide open, while his was completely closed. he slowly approached it, knocking softly on it.

"baby, it's just me. can i come in?" the boy asked. when he heard you slur out a yes, he quietly entered the bedroom. you were laying in the middle of his bed, blankets thrown over your body so only your head was pecking out. "im sorry 'bout rut."

"don't be. i should've have lost my cool like that. they're all gonna think im a bitch now." you whispered as mark joined you under the warmth of the blankets. your head landed on his chest quickly as his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close.

"you're always a little grumpy when you wake up, especially if you get woken up. rutger knows that, he did it to himself." the room was silent after that, marks eyes slowly starting to close, while yours remained wide open.

"did someone actually call you papa estapa?" you asked, trying your best to hide your giggle. your question made mark's eyes fly open, chuckling lightly when he realized you were smiling against his chest.

"yeah."

"does she know you have a girlfriend?"

"baby, my insta account is pretty much a fan page of you at this point. im sure she knows."

"good. 'cause you're my papa estapa." you answered, pushing yourself off his chest and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

"is that so?" your boyfriend asked with a cocky smirk when the two of you pulled away.

"not in that way, weirdo."

"but i could be."

"im not calling you papa estapa while we're having sex, mark!"

#bri writes #mark estapa #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #umich hockey #umich hockey blurb #umich hockey imagine

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ugotcooneycrossed · 1 year ago

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get her back! • leah williamson

w/c: ~1.2k

leah williamson is the most frustrating person you've ever met in you're entire life- and you are without a doubt, 100% infatuated with her

a/n: inspired by the idea that boyfriend leah would be so toxic and iwl id happily accept it

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you’re on a trip with some of the united girls in ibiza- an after-season holiday before the world cup, which turns into you being dragged through crowds and running into what seems like the entire super league.

you properly meet leah there- you’ve crossed paths before in the season of course, it’s hard not to, when you’re trying to score and the blonde absolutely bodies you out of nowhere.

and much like during games- she crashes into you, only this time her drink spills all down your front, and her hands reach out to grip your arms to stop you from falling back.

“sorry ‘bout that sweetheart.”

she’s smiling at you while she says it- eyeing you up and down, her eyes twinkling with something. and your brain short circuits at the sound of her voice- your mouth going dry at the sight of her abs on full display.

“hey- you play for united yeah?”

all you manage is a nod- brain too preoccupied with the way her thumb brushes your arm occasionally.

“cool- i’ll see you around.”

she winks at you and disappears into the crowd again.

you stare after her- mouth open slightly and cheeks flushed.

“what are you doing standing there like a fish mate?”

Tooney jumps on your back- her arm wrapping around your neck.

“ewww- you’re all sticky too, what’s wrong with you?”

“Tooney- i think im in love.”

you’re out at dinner with the girls later that night- and they’re all having the time of their lives making fun of you for your little crush on the England captain.

“you know- if you wanted to make the senior team so bad, sleeping with the captain is a sure-fire way to do it.”

Ella and Mary high-five- their laughs booming, as they fall off their chairs, while you slink further down into your own.

“you know- i really, really regret telling you this.”

the two ignore you- too busy laughing, getting louder and louder the more you complain.

Alessia pats your thigh, smiling at you sympathetically.

A voice calls out over Mary and Ella’s laughing.

“right- what’s so funny then?”

Leah appears on the other side of the table- arms folded over her chest, and eyebrow quirked up in question at the two rolling around on the ground.

“nothing!”

you’re quick to interject, shouting way too loudly and averting your eyes from everyone when they stare at you.

“hey lee!”

Alessia gets out of her chair to hug the older girl, and the others follow her lead.

you stay in your chair though- eyes on your lap, hands gripping the chairs armrests.

you can feel eyes burning into you and you get up- announcing to everyone you’ll be at the bar.

you take a moment to catch your breath as you walk over, giving the bar tender your order and fumbling around for your card.

when you go to tap your card to pay for your drink, a hand reaches out before you can- a sleek black card shines at you and you follow the arm to see the face of leah williamson, smirking at you.

you finally look at her, she’s dressed in a black suit- her shirt barely buttoned, sleeves rolled up, ring clad fingers twirling her card.

“what’s your poison?”

“huh?”

she nods to the drink in your hand.

“oh- uh-“

she cuts you off before you can speak.

“i’m more of a whiskey girl myself, I must say.”

you nod fiddling with your drink.

“what’s your name anyway?”

Leah looks at you up and down- taking a sip of her drink.

“(y/n).”

“cute- look i’ll be honest, i find you very attractive, so, want to come back to my room?”

you wake up the next morning to a shirt being chucked at your head, taking it off you see leah lent against the doorframe, brushing her teeth.

“you should probably go soon.”

she disappears back into the hall without another word, and you throw your hands over your face groaning.

you’ve dug yourself into a grave- and every time you think of Leah- it gets deeper, and deeper.

well, maybe not when you think of her- ‘cause you’d have definitely fallen through to the other side of the world by now. but when you think too much about her- it some-how spirals into you sending her a text, and Alessia’s disappointed face as you abandon whatever you were doing in favour of ‘just one more kiss.’

stupid leah- with her stupid smirk, and her stupid voice, and the stupid way she knows exactly where to kiss you to make you weak in the knees.

stupid leah, and her stupid car, picking up stupid you.

“i hate her!”

thrashing around on top of Alessia’s bed you grab her pillow to scream into.

“do you?”

“yes! i do! she’s so frustrating. one minute she tells me i’m the ‘only one’- then i find her making out with other girls?! she only ever calls me when she wants something! i tried to tell her Lessi i promise- but when she does that stupid little smirk- oh my god! i can’t take it!”

“then why keep going back to her?”

you don’t make the squad for the world cup- it’s not exactly a surprise but it still stings a little. another year of “oh, it’s all right.” and “next year you got it!”

swallowing down the hurt you end up going out with the girls to celebrate anyway- throwing your arms over Alessia and Mary you kiss their cheeks.

you're about two drinks and four shots in- when you’ve been left alone at a booth, with no supervision you pull out your phone and text leah.

you hear a voice clear their throat- and you blearily make out Alessia in front of you.

“don’t tell me you texted her?”

“… no?”

“i hate you.”

your breathy voice wavers- brain foggy with the way leah attacks your neck, the older girl’s hands gripping you- one hand tangled in your hair, the other holding your hands together, pushing and pulling you in any direction she pleases. her lips curl into a smirk against your neck and she stops kissing you, and pushes you completely away from her.

“hate me huh? guess we can stop this.”

“no.”

“no?”

you glare at the shit-eating grin spreading on her face- grabbing the front of her shirt and yanking her closer to you.

“no.”

leah is fuming, and you’re loving it.

with mostly everyone gone in Australia- you’ve gravitated more to the blonde, much to Alessia’s disappointment, when she saw both of you making out in the back of Alex’s story one night.

tonight though- you’ve been flirting with this one girl, running your hands up her arms, giggling and squeezing her biceps.

you can see leah in the back- jaw clenched, her angry pout fixed on her face.

you don’t even know the other girls name- you just know she’s helping you make leah very, very jealous.

when you go to the toilets- leah follows behind you, slipping in and pushing you against the door.

she doesn’t speak- only gripping your face with one hand and shoving it to the side, while the other feels you up, she attacks your neck, sucking and biting.

“shut up.”

you smile.

"i didn't even say anything."

you wake up the next morning alone again- your neck mauled and dignity only slightly gone.

you find a note on your bathroom mirror.

‘you’re mine. don’t forget it.’ – l.w

#leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

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