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Synopsis: You knew you were wrong for leading Levi on, but you couldn't help yourself; not when being around him meant you'd be around his mother, too. *inspiration: colors by halsey*

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, F/F, suggestive and offensive language, modern!AU, age gap (abby is in her late 40s & reader is in college), non consensual photographs, cheating, smut, top!abby, bottom!reader, dom!abby, sub!reader, food play, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), milf!abby x daughter-in-law!reader

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Oneshot: Colors

❝you were a vision in the morning when the light came through❞︎

February 25, 2016

“I like you so much,” You whisper as you reach for the blonde and gray strands of hair, gently playing with them while you two lay on the king bed with nothing but white sheets covering your bodies. She pulls you closer, lips meeting your forehead, pressing a soft kiss as her strong arms embrace your naked figure.

“This won't end well, sweetheart.” She whispers back, and you feel your heart squeeze with sadness. Tears fill your eyes but you don't let any fall. She holds your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks and she speaks once again. “But I like you so, so much, too.”

February 24, 2016

Gray strands stood out on the shiny blonde hair as it blew against the cool wind. Wrinkles that appeared around the ocean blue eyes when a kind smile would be displayed. A tall figure with broad shoulders, strong arms and legs, well-built muscles for days; veiny hands and no gold band decorating the ring finger.

One look at her. That's all it took for you to hopelessly fall in love. The craving for something, someone, we cannot have makes us do selfish things. You were selfish when you accepted to be his girlfriend, just so you could be around his mother. You were selfish and sneaky, taking pictures of her with your 4706 Polaroid camera, keeping some of the instant prints inside your notebooks and your locker, hiding them under your pillow so you could look at them before sleeping. It was your little secret.

Now, you and your father Owen had just arrived at the private sports club you two attended every weekend. West Jackson Country Sports Club. Wide smile upon his face, ready to play golf with his future son-in-law.

Standing at the balcony watching the tennis court, your eyes quickly found Abby and followed her as she moved. You grab your camera, placing the viewfinder in front of your eye, closing the other as you take the picture. Once the click goes off, a still developing print comes off from the bottom of the camera; you take it before it falls onto the ground and put it on your sports bag, along with the sensing device. Her strong body moved with agility as it chased the small Chanel tennis ball that was being bounced back and forth above the net. There she was, wearing a polo shirt under her beige fitted sweater and white Lacoste shorts. Simple tall socks that sat inside her NikeCourt shoes, feet moving fast along the worn-off green concrete floor. Abigail Anderson was there, in all her glory, flashing pretty smiles each time the ball hit against her expensive tennis racket while she played against her son Levi.

“C’mom, baby, let's get down there.” Owen says, gesturing towards the big stone stairs that lead downstairs – Where multiple big courts are placed together, each of them fenced with low bushes that keeps the spaces separate. You follow your dad through the steps, soon reaching the court where Abby and Levi played.

“Good evening, Anderson’s! You two are putting up quite the game here,” Your father speaks and Abby smiles before the white ball bounces back to Levi, turning to greet the two of you.

“Thank you. It’s nice to see you, Owen.” She walks towards your dad with Levi following behind her, they exchange a handshake as your boyfriend runs up and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Babe, you're finally here!”

“Hi, Lev.” You give him a small smile. Shortly, he lets go of your body to greet your dad and Abby goes up to you, putting her hand over your shoulder and giving you a gentle squeeze.

“How are you, sweetheart?” The woman smiles as she drops her hand back to her side, wrinkles forming near her eyes and cheeks slightly pink from playing.

“I-I’m okay, Ms. Anderson.” You nod your head, nervousness running through your body when she touches you. She lets out a husky laugh when she notices your reaction. Owen lets a small laugh too as he pats your back.

“Don't mind my girl, she's a shy little thing.”

“Yes, she's very polite, too. You and Mel raised her well. By the way, how is she?” Abby wonders upon not seeing your mother at the club with the two of you today.

“Oh, she's doing wonderful. Working a lot and keeping it busy; we would love to have you two over for dinner sometime!” Your father looks down at his leather Cartier watch as he kisses his teeth. “Well, look at the time! Me and Levi have business to attend to!”

“Will you be okay hanging out with my mom, babe?” Levi asks in a low tone.

“ ‘M gonna be fine, don't worry, Lev.” You kiss his cheek and Abby pulls her arm around your shoulders and you feel heat washing over your body.

“You two go have fun, I'll take care of her.”

“Alright, we'll be playing golf until the end of the day so you two feel free to go do some girl stuff; get your nails done, or do some shopping.” Your dad kisses your head and Levi hugs you goodbye.

“I'll call you later, babe. Have fun!” You watch as your boyfriend and your father exit the court, leaving you and Abby alone.

“So, what do you say we do some girl stuff now?” The grayish blonde says as she grabs her racket and bag, a shameless grin growing on her face.

February 25, 2016

“Look, these are from yesterday!” You say with joy in your voice as you hand Dina and Ellie the polaroids you had taken the day prior. You sit on the sink and they observe the small squared pictures. A smile grows on their faces along with an expression of approval.

“You sneaky, little bitch!” Ellie says, eyes shining as she looks at the image.

“Oh my God! She looks so good!” Dina gasps and you smile taking the polaroids back. “How do you hold yourself back around her?!”

“It’s not like I have any other option but to hold myself back. At least not when Levi’s around all the time.” You run the tips of your fingers on the photograph and a dumb smile appears on your face. “I swear, whenever I see her my heart jumps inside my chest.”

“What did you two do yesterday? Your dad was supposed to spend time with Levi and you with his mom right?!” The auburn haired girl asks and both of them look at you, their eyes filled with curiosity.

“Yeah, they were gonna spend the whole day playing golf, it was the perfect opportunity to be alone with her, but then! It started to fucking rain.” You grab your notebook, hiding the pictures inside. The girls huff disappointed and soon the bell rings and the three of you leave the ladies restroom. “I’ll talk to you two soon.” You wave them goodbye and they walk through the corridor, making their way to their respective classes.

As the day went by, you finished your last class and soon Levi came looking for you, inviting you for dinner at his mother’s house. The drive was nothing but a comfortable silence until you two reached the destination. Parking the expensive car on the spacious driveway of the Anderson’s mansion, you get out of the car and follow behind Levi who quickly works the key on the lock.

“Mom, we're home!” He yells while stepping into the entry; a woody pine smell invading your nose, causing your heartbeat to falter.

“In the kitchen!” Abby calls back, as her son leads the way throughout the house until the two of you are standing at the big kitchen; marble counters and the newest supplies and appliances you could ever need are distributed across the space. She has her pretty hair on a loose bun that's being held by a simple claw, wearing sweatpants that hang low on her waist, slightly exposing her Calvin boxers and a white t-shirt that hugs her strong arms just right. Black socks on her feet and a simple apron hugging her body. The older woman is baking, a wooden spoon in her strong hand as the other holds a bowl still onto the counter; mixing ingredients to what it seems to be for a cake.

“Hmm, smells nice in here,” Levi mentions as he walks up to his mom, giving her a side hug before peeping inside the oven; where the dinner was being warmed up.

“Thanks, kid. It’s gonna be ready soon.” She smiles warmly as she looks at him and soon her eyes find you. “You hungry, sweetheart?”

“Ye-yes! Very hungry,” You laugh nervously and she grins while her eyes fall back to the bowl.

“Let’s take care of that then, yeah?” The blonde takes her pointer finger and scoops a bit of the mixture, taking it to her parted pinkish lips; discreetly sucking the blended cake off of her digit. Abby hums as she tastes the flavor with her eyes closing for a second and you feel your stomach fall. “You two can go sit at the table and I’ll be right out with the food, ‘kay?”

Before you or your boyfriend have time to answer, Levi’s phone goes off with an incoming call. He furrows his brows as he reads the called ID and swipes across the screen, accepting the call.

“I’ll be back babe,” The boy kisses your forehead before exiting the kitchen. Abby watches her son walk away and when he is out of sight she changes her attention to you.

“Would you like to try some?” She points the wooden spoon your way, mixes dripping down at the counter and your body stiffens. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You’re gonna like it.” You slowly move to her side and Abby takes the spoon towards your mouth, which you submissively open; letting the sweet taste of vanilla and chocolate set on your tongue. Her blue eyes are glued on your pretty face, watching the way your expression betrays you, face displaying neediness and hunger. You blink at her, heavy eyes that want nothing more but to roll back while she touches your body. The woman knows what you want — But before anything can happen, Levi hurries back to the kitchen, having changed to the attire he usually wore when going to the sports club and a golf bag hanging on his shoulder and Abby quickly puts the utensil down.

“I totally forgot me and your dad had made plans to play today since it rained yesterday!” He wraps his arms around you and looks at his mother who stands beside you. “Sorry, mom. Can we have dinner some other time?”

“Of course, Lev.”

“Great. You two mind if I go? I can come over later to drive you home, babe.”

“I can drive her, honey. Go have fun with Owen.” Abby gives him a sweet smile and he nods, pecking your lips and mumbling goodbye. After hearing the front door shutting close, she looks at you like a lion looks at its prey. “Go sit, I’ll finish dinner up and we can eat.” You nod, following her orders as you leave the kitchen to make your way to the dining room. You set your purse on the chair next to yours and place your camera on the beautiful ombre brass table. Soon enough, she makes her entrance to the room; two delicious looking, deep round plates filled with pasta are on her hands. She sets both of the plates down, her seat being across from you. “What do you want to drink, sweetheart?”

“Uh, I’ll drink whatever.” The grayish blonde heads back to the kitchen and when she comes back, she has two wine glasses in her hands and a bottle of Pinot Noir. She stands beside your seat, body going forward as she pours the liquid in your glass; the smell of her strong masculine perfume and the grape red-wine meeting your nose. “Th-thank you.” Abby lets out a breathy laugh and goes to her seat.

“I hope you like the food; but make sure to keep some space for dessert.” The two of you dive in, the soft pasta and the juicy sauce dancing around your tastebuds. After being silent for a while, Abby decides to break it, wanting to hear your voice and find out more about you. “You take pictures a lot, huh?” She asks before sipping her drink, pointing at your old camera.

“Yes, Ms. Anderson.” Humming to the formal manner you talked to her, she settles the glass down and licks her lips.

“What do you take pictures of?”

“Just… just pretty things, I guess.” You eat some more of your food, keeping your gaze down to avoid eye contact with your boyfriend’s mother. Suddenly, you feel her hand coming in contact with your lips; thumb circling around the plush, making you finally look at her. Abby’s eyes are focused on your mouth, the light blue they have turned darker and you press your legs together when you feel a strong sensation growing in your core.

“You had some sauce there,” She whispers softly before pulling her hand back clearing her throat. “Want to help me finish the cake?” Abby asks as she stands from her chair, picking up both your plates. You nod your head and she takes the lead, making her way through the house with you following behind. She sets the dirty dishes into the sink and you only watch as her strong arm flexes with her every move. A hot flesh washes over your body; your veins pulse with excitement and desire — Arms behind your back and legs crossed, panties wet and teeth biting onto your lips. “You have to stop looking at me like that, sweetheart,”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ms. Anderson…” You make your best attempt to act normal, like you don’t want her — Like you weren’t looking at her with the puppy eyes of someone who wants to get fucked like a dumb little whore until you can’t walk anymore.

“But you do, darling. You’re not as innocent as you look.” She backs you onto the counter, each hand to your sides as she keeps you stuck in place. “In fact, I don't think you don’t look innocent at all. All I see when I look at your face is a girl who wants to be fucked right,” Her warm breath hits against your face; the sweet smell of wine coming from her lips cause you heartbeat to falter and your arousal to drip even more inside your baby blue lace. The strong woman lets out a small, ironic laugh as her lips come closer to your ear. “Has my son been neglecting you?” She whispers with a challenging voice.

A moan escapes your lips and Abby closes her eyes, using all her strength to not rip the short mini dress off your body and give you some tough love.

“What do you want from me?” She asks, hands moving to your jaw as your foreheads touch. Her nose hits against yours and you pull your face closer to hers.

“I just… I just want you,” Her grip on your delicate face tightens and she hisses; her own wetness growing by the second as she feels your soft skin against her touch. “It’s always been you.” Without wasting any more time, her lips meet yours, a soft peck, then another one, then another one until it turns to a nasty, sloppy kiss. She nibbles on your bottom lip harshly and desperately, wanting to explore your warm mouth; you accept her and she moans at the taste of the grape vine still mingling on the area.

“You've got me now, sweetheart,” Her mouth falls to your neck and she leaves openmouthed kisses on it, licking your skin and sucking on it – The area felt like it burned and you love it, you need it more. Your hands leave the counter and you wrap your arms around her shoulders, not wanting to ever let go. Abby lifts you by the ass, squeezing your flesh before dropping you onto the cold marble. “Want me to treat you right, huh?” Her strong hands pull your legs open and your pussy pulses fast, wanting to be filled and pumped into.

“Yeah, plea-please,” The older woman runs her palms up and down your tights and your chest rises faster when you try to close your legs to stop your cunt from aching but she stops you from doing so.

“Nuh-uh. It's time for dessert, darling.” One of her hands moves to your soaking panties and she palms it, slightly moving her hand to give you some friction. You set your hands behind you, holding yourself onto the counter as you feel your eyes grow heavy by desire. “ ‘M gonna take care of this needy cunt now,” She uses her free hand to grab you by the neck, choking you as she pulls you closer. “And you're gonna keep your eyes on me while I do it; just like you keep your eyes on the pretty pictures you take of me.” Her palm rubs harder onto your pussy and you let out a needy moan.

“Uhm, I-I need you,” You gasp as you feel her soft lips press kisses onto your face. She lets go of your neck and pussy, taking her hands to your chest, where delicate small buttons sit on your light pink Polo dress. A shameless grin appears on her face as she unbuttons you, exposing your chest, where she leans down to press a kiss.

“I know you do,” Her hands go to the trim of your dress, ready to undress you. “But I've got to take my time and show you how you're supposed to be treated; how you're supposed to be fucked.” Abby pushes your dress up and you raise your arms to help her remove it, leaving you wearing nothing more than your dripping panties and your white sneakers with tall socks. She whistles as she looks at your boobs, perky nipples raised as the woman quickly holds your body; taking one of your tits into her mouth. Abby moans as she flicks your nipple with her tongue, her pussy beating inside her boxers.

“Ah-Abby,” You grip on her hair, keeping her face glued to your chest. She lets go of your tit and licks her ways down your stomach, letting her saliva wet your skin as she settles on her knees.

“Hm, it's finally time to eat cake,” Abby rubs her face against your pussy; your scent driving her insane and desperate for a taste. You moan and buck your hips up as you feel her nose touch against your clit. You try to rub yourself against her but she backs away from your heat, pulling your panties down and putting them inside the pocket of her sweatpants. She stands up and pulls your legs towards her, bringing you forward on the counter, making you lay back. “Stay on your elbows, sweetheart. Mommy’s gonna take care of you.”

Abby sets your legs up on the counter, your sneakers keeping your feet from sliding off the surface. You keep your eyes on her as she takes the bowl filled with the creamy cake mix and she settles herself between your legs again. She mixes it one last time before raising the wooden spoon, spreading the batter onto your skin. You shiver as the cold mix comes into contact with your body. She watches, hungry, the spoon goes lower and lower until she reaches your drippy cunt. Abby puts a small amount of the content onto it before she drops the bowl back to the counter.

Without hesitation, she's back on her knees again, tongue licking the stripe of cake mix that goes from your chest to your soppy pussy. With each taste of the mix onto her tongue, she moans and you moan, too. Once she reaches down, she buries her face onto your greedy cunt; devouring you like she hasn't eaten for days. Her tongue flicks your bud as she sucks it with precision and force; hands wrapped around your tights to hold you open as she makes a party out of you.

“Ahh-Ab-Abby faster, please faster,” You beg as you feel waves of intense pleasure washing over you. Abby moans upon the taste of your wetness mixed with vanilla and chocolate against her tongue. She stops for a second, spitting onto you before licking you all over again. “Hmm, please make me cum, please, Ab-aah,” Your pleas only make her work faster and harder; her own pleasure is close to reaching its peak.

Abby takes her ring and middle finger, massaging it up and down, collecting your liquid before shoving them inside you; not wasting any time to press the spongy spot deep inside you. Your legs start to tremble and your moans and cries become more frenetic.

“You gonna cum on my face, my pretty little thing?” She asks, looking up to you as she circles her tongue onto your aching clit. You nod not being able to let anything but sweet moans out of your mouth. “Cum for mommy, sweetheart, cum on my mouth.” And so you did. You felt the pressure on the pit of your stomach break; you wet cum dripped out of your pussy like an overflowing sink – And Abby did not let a drop go to waste.

She helped you ride out your orgasm, ignoring the mess she made on her dark boxers; all creamed up with her own cum, and she carefully removed her fingers from you. Laying soft peeks over your sensitive pussy, she got up on her feet, hands finding your face to pull you into a passionate yet gentle kiss.

“This is not over yet, sweetheart.”

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machetegirl109 · 20 days

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for my cute anon who asked for loser!abby <33333 here's a drabble !!

cw: thigh riding, loser loser loser!abby, shy!abby, reader is described as shy at one point as well. idk how to feel about this it's more cute than horny..

໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა 18+ smut !! minors do not interact pls .

imagine riding loser!abby’s thigh. she’s shy, and oh, it worsens in your presence. abby can speak her mind, albeit quietly, where she isn’t in the way of anyone. hilarious, when she has the physique to destroy anyone who disagrees with her.

but she’s enamoured with you. there’s nothing she wants more than for you to like her. she’s never had a partner before, and she never even thought she’d get here, to be honest. she felt like it would never happen, considering your own shyness clashes with her inability to make a move. oh, but it’s happening. and isn’t she glad…

she’s attempting to act with bemused, thought-through conduct, however her pent-up lust is taking over. she’s fervent, determined not to leave an inch of your body neglected or untouched. her dream girl riding her thigh, how could abby hold back from groping, squeezing, pinching? as words fail her, she makes silent praise to whatever force above sculpted you with such a body. she’s desperately praising fate for allowing her to end up here.

she’s overwhelmed. the pink on her cheeks is cute as a pansy. pansy, because she’s fucking scared. scared of saying the wrong thing, being a turn-off. she’s stuttering. making a mess of herself, just as you are with your cunt dragging on her thigh in sloppy movements.

taking handfuls of your tits, abby palms them, rubs her thumbs over your nipples just to see you shiver, to ignore her own trembling.

“yeah, shit baby, i- need you to cum,” abby whispers. she tried to speak louder, but failed to reach a volume you don’t have to strain your ears to hear. “please. please. god. babe... i got the most perfect girl all to myself, i need you to–”

stars form in her eyes the second you whine her name. you practically fall into her, and abby’s muscled arms wrap around you, hands squeezing your hips. “no no, got you, i got you.”

now guiding your movements, abby fixates on the arching of your back, the way that she’s got you whorish and unkempt– a far cry from your overall put-togetherness.

“abs, oh, abby, i’m gonna–”

abby can’t focus, pulling you closer to her, feeling your ragged breath hot against her ear. mewls and whines that send shocks through her, and she ends up speaking with her pussy rather than brain.

she begs for you to cum.

“please.”

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machetegirl109 · 21 days

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lifeguard!abby who is a cocky girl flaunting her washboard abs when she wears a sport swim top and vibrant red shorts hugging her ass perfectly. she knows just how hot she truly is and she uses it to her advantage anytime she sees you. like clockwork, wednesday evening rolls around and you show up with two friends. abby is thankful for the protection of her sunglasses, hiding her baby blues as her eyes look at you from time to time. checking out the way your tits sit in the bikini top you’re wearing. impossible to ignore the way her pussy flutters for you.

lifeguard!abby who truly knows how to fuck. she’s nasty about it, too. she’ll close up the private pool and you’re conveniently there after hours with her. somehow abby ends up in the pool with her top discarded on the poolside, your bikini top abandoned with it as she’s knuckle deep inside you.

“feels good baby, yeah? like it when i fuck you with my fingers, huh. your fucking cunt is so tight for me. can never stay away from me. need to be here every week on the dot so i can fuck you.” abby removes her fingers and you whimper at the loss.

abby lays her tongue flat, before licking up your slit in it’s entirety. you shiver instantly, soft thighs beginning to tremble.

“nope, fuck, it’s pathetic isn’t it?”

she pulls away for a moment, leaning her head on your warm thigh. “well i guess you’re in luck, angel. i love my whores when they’re fucking pathetic for me. now, be good for me and hold my hair baby. need to fuck you with my mouth, yeah?”

thankful for the lovely @flowersforvi for getting my brain here.

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machetegirl109 · 21 days

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dry humping with ellie. just bucking your hips up against hers while she tries not to make a mess of her ck boxers.. whimpering UNCONTROLLABLY!! :(( she’s so cute and just gazes up at you with hearts in her eyes because she’s soo in love ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

ellie is the biggest dry humping enthusiast out there— and will incessantly deny the fact that she is! will gainsay your claims about it on and on when she's sober from arousal, "not true babe, mh-mm, don't even know what 'ur talking about." but her impulses play reckless abandon at even the slightest untoward press of your backside into her front whilst late-night spoon-snuggling in bed. a curse divides her bitten lips, "fuck," because she knows the inevitable looms; she inwardly understands that the route her fingers take in tracing down your flank, smoothing out the creases lining your pajamas and wadding up your hip crests in her intent palms furled with more creases than— phases favorably into bucking the pulse point threatening to darken her platinum gray boxers. thin, bodytight fabric already shaped to expose the outline of her cunt; devilishly dangerous, if she were to ruin them. it is barren of her fault, though, when you listen to that throb, engage its innate fantasies, flip her under you— and splay her pretty legs to a spreadeagle position, feeling her pussy nearly scorch against your clothed entrance. humping into her, you lull the sweetest whimpers from her tense, wince-teethed lips that one may swallow with the throats of their ears and unravel from alone. but you pursue, and she climbs, "fuck– unhh, babe, feels s'good– fuckkk, m'gonna make a fuckin—" unable to comprise a sentence without gulping her syllables to come, shaky of breath and heart-shaped of eyes, withholding her legs up in the air as best as she can for you. absolutely whorring her crotch out, yet her brain's all cross since she can tell slick will be spilled, but fuck— she abhorrs wetting up her underwear so vulnerably. literally casts doe-eyes begging you to slow down, "—make a fuckin' mess, with my pussy, all over– fuckk," until, she reaches her verge, "stop, stop– fuck, fuck.. fuck baby, can't cum yet.." her pants going ragged as she vice claws the bedsheets, maybe even jerking a hand over to conceal her lips in a fist. ♡

MASTERLIST . DAILY CLICK . READ THIS . PALESTINE MP

wrote this while being bootyfuck tired so apologies if its rushed. i love dry humping tho so expect more!

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machetegirl109 · 21 days

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car wrapper ellie tbh.. ౨ৎ

the vision is fresh in my mind, and nonetheless, i'm still THROBBING at the mere thought-up imagery of ellie thumbing and smoothing your car with such tender and trained pressure in her fingertips— you wish you were in its place. established as a side gig in joel’s auto body shop, she wraps cars day-to-day, hour by hour, arranged inside a well-lit, decently compact garage swarmed with the whole hardcore shebang of grunge rock and various metal genres (with a biased cling to nirvana tbh). notorious outfitting; bare, freckled, and sun-showered arms, cut delectably at the shoulders by an off-white ribbed tank worn and sweat through. those hips fitted in some low-waisted, slouchy denim, accompanied by a small metallic carabiner clip that holds all of her jangly keys. and— most markedly, stud-pierced lobes with an industrial bar bridging one ear; absolute hottie alert. now, besides appearance and attitude, i think she has some sort of inherent apt for making girls swoon. doesn't even necessarily intend to— actually, whenever she opens her mouth, a total nerd comes out! though what seems to shoot right over her head is the fact that all her oral mannerisms and idle chit-chats of, “you sure you don't want me to take a quick peek under the hood? could save you a couple of bucks..” which, with a tone so tempting and drawled in such a convincing ‘advertisey’ way, ends up easily persuading girls and brings the heat to their cheeks. so, when she sways you, you decide to slump somewhere and watch. witness; consume her expertise with your eager pupils. ellie assures she'll only be a couple hours— but to rephrase it, those handful of hours spent chatting, eye-flirting, and chuckling silently to yourselves, always routes the afternoon into her tiny office where she eats the fuck out of your pussy.

masterlist . daily click . read this . palestine mp

no i did not see those car wrapping videos on tt and no i definitely did not get this idea from them DENY DENY DENY

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machetegirl109 · 1 month

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texts with ellie and dealer!reader

summary: ellie has a question for her dealer and yes, maybe it's the middle of the night but she needs to know! hopefully she doesn't make it too painfully obvious that she's in love with you— and hopefully you have her number saved as something other than "ellie w (the cute one)" by now?

notes: this is the first thing i'm posting since i took a break and i don't think it would be right to ignore that! as i've said before i live in south america, i'm part of a whole continent of people who do their best to survive through the consequences (and current realities) of imperialism everyday— because of that, i will always stand with palestine. i've been and will continue to participate in boycotts and attend protests. regardless of what your story is, i urge you to never lose a grasp on the reality of what's going on in the real world as well as what's going on under the surface of the media you consume and enjoy. thank you <3

do not support zionist neil druckmann or any current/future releases surrounding tlou.

a daily click to help palestine.

more donation links, educational resources and ways to be useful.

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machetegirl109 · 1 month

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streamer!ellie meeting streamer!reader

summary: ellie basically being a big gay loser mess around reader

a/n: i’ve been wanting to write about streamer!ellie more so here we are

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

• she loves to go to twitch con. always excited to meet other streamers. the one twitch con she's been so excited to go to is the one you're attending.

• she'd be posting a twitter:

@carpetmuncherwilliams guys in 2 days im about to meet the love of my life!! we're literally gonna get married n have children together :33

@elliewstinks replied is this about y/n?

@carpetmuncherwilliams replied whattt no ALSO LETS TALK ABOUT YOUR USERNAME?? I DONT STINK TF

@yngamez replied cute.

• ellie DIED when she saw your reply. the blush on her face was so embarrassing.

• the day of the convention she was so nervous for multiple reasons. 1) she was meeting you? 2) what if she fucks up in front of you? 3) what if you don't like her?

• there were so many overthinking thoughts in her mind but they were all washed away when she finally met you.

• "ellie! c'mere, sweet girl." you called out to her, holding your hand out for her to take.

• she quickly took your hand in hers, relishing the way your skin felt against hers.

• you were already talking to a group of people but the moment she came over, your attention was given to her and only her. the way you looked at her had ellie blushing like a fool.

• you both hit off well though. talking about random things and getting to know each other on a personal level.

• "so, you maybe wanna hang after this convention is over?" you asked

• before this moment, everything was going well for ellie. she hadn't said anything stupid or embarrassing, but, of course, she fucked up.

• "sure. what's your discord?"

• you giggled at her and shook your head, "i think asking for my number would be more romantic."

• the colour DRAINED from ellie's face. no way she just asked for a cute girls discord. is she really that much of a loser?

• you didn't seem to mind though. you thought it was funny and cute that ellie asked that.

• when you departed ways, your number in ellie's phone, she was over the moon. of course she had to tell twitter about this.

@carpetmuncherwilliams i told you guys i had rizz. just got her number :p

@yngamez replied i wouldn't say your 'rizz' is immaculate as you did ask for my discord instead of my number, but ur cute so i'll let it slide

@buffjesse replied no fucking way you asked for her discord you fucking loser. god you are never gonna hear the end of this. just wait till i tell dina LMFAOOO

@carpetmuncherwilliams replied i hope u choke and die jesse

yeah, she was definitely a loser, but she was your loser.

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Football Player!Ellie x Classy fem!reader

Synopsis: Ellie, the charismatic star and team captain of the school's football team, finds herself entangled in a daring bet with her teammates. When challenged to win the affection of someone who is deemed to be "out of her league", - you, the one who everyone thinks is straight and seemingly Ellie's complete opposite - Ellie takes the wager with a huge confidence.

As Ellie made her way to pursue you, she soon realized that breaking your walls is no easy task. Unexpectedly, the more Ellie gets to know you, the more she finds your genuine charm and personality. Amid the game, Ellie discovers that her heart is no longer in it for the bet but for a chance at something real.

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Ellie Willams, one of the school’s most famous girls. Not only because she’s the football captain and has been distinguished as the best player in the nationals game, but because she has the looks that make every single girl drop down on their knees and worship her.

It’s good, really. She loved the fame, the attention, and the girls that came with it. You can always see Ellie in different clubs, partying her ass out, not caring about the school tomorrow. She was always the center of attention in there, and you could spot her, always in the middle, with a ring of girls encircling her, wanting to even get a chance to just touch her hair or even her tattooed arm which everyone adores.

Ellie always finds herself with different girls in her bed every single night. But she liked to think that it wasn’t her fault when they started catching feelings for her. Because, hey, she just wanted to have a good time, and she doesn’t really fully believe in some bullshit everyone calls love. She saw it as a waste of time, and thus she doesn’t even bother to commit to a relationship.

Every girl flocked around her feet, wanting even to get a taste of her body, and Ellie wasn’t a saint to decline them. They wanted to please her, and who was she not to agree to that? She doesn’t even bother asking for their name because she knows that she will just forget about it by the time they are in bed. Ellie always has someone who she calls whenever she felt horny, and they would oblige immediately no matter what day or hour is it. And that’s one of the many perks that she loved about being herself.

The locker room was loud as hell after their practice. Everyone was buzzed and energetic amidst the hot weather. Different conversations were emerging as the players were catching up with each other.

Ellie walked out of the shower and everyone’s attention was already with her. Wearing her sports bra and grey pajamas, Ellie laughed as she heard someone talking about a funny incident last night. She sat down in one of the chairs inside while drying her auburn hair with a towel.

“Fuck it, man. You just swooped in and got to bed Atasha that fast?” Riley asked.

Ellie laughed loudly. “Sorry, dude, she’s practically begging for me all night while we’re at the club. It’s pathetic.”

“Damn, I was talking to her all night and she just immediately stood up when she saw you.” Riley shook her head, feigning her sadness.

“Sorry, dude. You should’ve seen her bouncing at my cock last night. She moans like a fucking chicken.” Ellie stood up, picked up her hoodie, and immediately wore it. Everyone hollered at her joke. Riley playfully smacked her in her arms. Ellie looked at her watch and groaned. “Ah, I still fucking have a history class.”

“Man, be thankful that Mrs. Garcia was your professor. Her tits are spilling out every time she bends over to pick up something in her bag.” Vanessa rolled her eyes before playfully moaning.

Ellie laughed again. “Sorry, dude, I was too busy looking at my seatmate.”

One of her teammates, Alex, went near them, engaging herself in the conversation after she was done showering. “Who?” She asked, drying her arms with a towel.

“You probably don’t know her but her name’s y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.” Ellie answered before gathering her messenger bag and her bottled water. Honestly, Ellie doesn’t even know how she remembered your name. She doesn’t even talk to you in or outside the class that much. She can probably count on her two hands how many interactions you two had for the semester. There’s just something about you that Ellie can’t wrap her fingers. She can’t explain how much you attracted her.

The whole team fell silent and stole glances with each other before bursting out in laughter. This made Ellie look at them with a curious stare. Both of her brows rose, as she watched them holler, completely clueless.

“What’s so funny?” Ellie crinkled her nose.

“Well, first off, we know her. She’s like everyone’s dream girl, dude. But you can’t take her out. You’re not her type.” Alex smirked.

Ellie looked at her with an offended stare. “What do you mean I’m not her type? I’m everyone’s type.”

“Apparently, not for her. You don’t even know if she’s gay.” Alex argued.

“Everyone’s gay for me.”

“Then try flirting with her, I’m telling you it won’t work. She’s way out of your reach.”

“Dude,” Ellie chuckled, “No one is out of my reach. Wanna bet?” Ellie smirked, pulling up her wallet and raising it before Alex’s face. Everyone said a loud and long ‘ooh’ in unison.

Alex smiled back at her, “Ten bucks?”

“Make it twenty if I kissed her.”

“Fifty… if you can take her to the bed. But if you can’t, then owe me those fifty bucks.”

Ellie laughed. “You think I can’t do that?” She traced the inside of her mouth with the tip of her tongue. “Fine. I’m in.” Ellie accepted the challenge.

To start, Ellie doesn’t know much about you. Only that you loved listening to Mrs. Garcia’s boring history lessons, asking so many questions about the topic, and attentively writing down everything the professor said. This is why you’re her favorite student. And also, you loved to wear those classy vintage dresses and you’re also polite as fuck. You’re the opposite of the girls that Ellie loved hooking up with. To be honest, you’re nowhere near Ellie’s type of girl but something about you that makes her drawn to your energy like she’s a moth to the fire – you.

You’re not the type of person who would go having meaningless sex, and Ellie somewhat predicted it. Besides, her whole team was convinced that you wouldn’t budge, nor break down your defenses to Ellie. Because firstly, they believed that you’re straight.

Yeah, believed.

Because Ellie wasn’t nearly convinced that you wouldn’t throw yourself at her feet. That you wouldn’t scramble at the sight of her. That she can’t make you question your sexuality. Because Ellie was full of herself she could do that. She always does.

“So… are you free tonight?” A girl in their class asked Ellie flirtatiously while tracing the tattoo on her arm. She sat down in front of Ellie’s table, riding up her skirt to reveal more skin on her thigh. If this were a normal day, Ellie would’ve said back at her. Probably ask her to be her date for the night, and make plans where they would fuck. But since she’s on a mission, and you could go inside the room and see the two of them, then you’d probably lose all of your interest. And Ellie doesn’t want that.

“I’m not. Why don’t you just go back to your seat, Johanna?” Ellie sarcastically asked her.

The girl retreated and looked at Ellie with irritation. “My name’s Christine!” She said before angrily stomping her way to the front seat.

At the same time, you walked inside. You were holding your books in your right arm, and the other one was clutching the straps of your handbag. Your hair was in a simple style – the front pieces were tucked behind your hair neatly, revealing the gold hoops you were wearing. You were just wearing jeans and heels paired with a plain long sleeve that revealed your collarbones and curves that made Ellie’s breath hitch.

Ellie’s gaze followed yours as you were making your way beside her. Ellie took the courage to flash you a charming smile while you were sitting. She doesn’t expect you to do anything, so when you flashed back a beam, Ellie almost gasped in shock.

“Hey, darling.” You greeted and Ellie didn’t know what to do. It’s like all of her flirting skills were gone after she heard your voice. Goddamnit.

Ellie cursed herself before silently shaking her head as if to gain back her consciousness. She’s starting to look like a fucking loser. “Hi… you look pretty.” She complimented you before smirking and looking up and down your body.

“Wow,” You couldn’t help but smile shyly while gazing down. “It kinda means a lot to me since it’s from the captain of the football team.” You looked up at her, meeting her green eyes that were staring at you intently. “Though I was curious as to why you’re talking to me.” You joked.

Ellie chuckled. “You knew me?”

You shrugged. “Of course, who doesn’t?”

“Well… I thought you weren’t paying attention to me.”

You crinkled your nose. “I think it’s the other way around.”

Ellie’s tongue traced the insides of her cheek, before she leaned into her chair, still staring at you. “I just want to be friends.”

You scoffed. “Friends? Didn’t you have a lot of that?”

“Well,” Ellie leaned in front of you. She rested her elbows on her knees. “Is it bad not to want you as my friend?”

“No,” You smiled. “But it was such an odd thing. You and I were seatmates ever since and you never really noticed me. So, what’s your intentions?”

Ellie’s heart jumped. She never expected you to quip back at her. “I’m just… scared to talk to you.” She shook her head, wanting to appear convincing but it’s just a lie. Yes, Ellie does notice you every time, but she never attempts to talk to you solely because she is too busy with other girls.

“You’re afraid to talk to me?” You asked back, finding her reason ridiculous because she’s Ellie Williams. Being afraid of a girl wasn’t in her vocabulary and you knew that. “There are tons of girls who want to befriend you, Williams. You and I weren’t exactly a perfect match.” You smiled at her before you looked in front of the classroom, where Mrs. Garcia was.

Ellie was left dumbfounded.

Did you just reject her?

“It should be fucking easy,” Ellie complained to her friends while walking back and forth. They’re at Dina and Ellie’s shared boarding house after all of their classes have ended.

Dina rolled her eyes, putting on her lip gloss in her bag after she was done using it. “Well, it’s good that you knew how to get rejected for once.” She then made her way to the couch, sitting beside her boyfriend, Jesse, who was lying down sideways while eating popcorn.

“Yeah, and she wasn’t supposed to do that. She was supposed to say yes and let us be friends so I could make my advancements on her like every other girl. But no, she didn’t.” Ellie groaned.

Dina glared at her friend. “Well, first off, not every girl is the same.”

“No, Dina, I think they are.” She rolled her eyes stubbornly.

“And second, you should stop messing with her, okay? I know Y/n, and she’s a very kind girl. Playing with other’s feelings is cruel.”

Jesse nodded and hummed while putting a mouthful of popcorn in his mouth.

“And lose fifty bucks to Alex and hurt my pride? No way.” Ellie scoffed.

“What if she found that it was all a stupid bet?”

“She won’t, Dina.”

“How can you be so sure?” Jesse asked with a muffled voice because of the food. Dina smacked him.

“Stop talking while your mouth is full!”

“No one will tell her, okay? She can’t find out.” Ellie answered with a determined voice.

Dina shook her head at her. “You know what? Go on, do whatever you want because you won’t even listen to me. But don’t forget that I warned you not to continue this.” Dina pointed her finger at Ellie.

“Thank you, Dina. But I think I can handle myself.” Ellie smirked at her to annoy her friend even more.

The one place that you’ll find Ellie the most is with different clubs and bars – particularly the ones that are near the university. And the last spot that you’ll meet her is in the library.

In her defense, what would she do here? She was not fond of reading books, not even the ones that she should use, and she hated the deafening silence in this huge room. Once, Ellie tried to come along with Dina and her friends in a group study and she just got numerous glares from the librarian that was telling her to keep quiet. Ellie never learned a thing, and she’s pretty sure that she just made a new enemy that day. So, Ellie swore not to go in here.

But today was the day that she broke that promise.

Ellie strides into the huge library while holding a particularly dirty football that was fresh from the practice. She’s still in her sports attire. Her auburn hair was tied in a bun, and some strands of her hair were sticking onto her sweaty forehead and neck. She managed to change her shirt into a plain white one but her shorts were still the same.

After their football practice, Ellie never got to shower and change completely because she knew that you’d be gone on campus already. So she just drenched herself in her perfume – making sure that you can’t smell even the slightest of her sweat.

The same librarian Ellie encountered before was in charge of today. She recognized the football captain and made a face of grimace and disapproval at her looks.

“Your shoes have mud in them.” She pointed out when Ellie passed by her.

In answer, Ellie just put on her charming smile. “Oh, I didn’t even notice.” She said before briskly walking away from her.

It was not hard for Ellie to find you. It was a Tuesday afternoon and most of the students were in their respective classes so the library wasn’t packed. Besides, how could Ellie not notice you when you were walking around the room with one of your mini-dresses?

“Hey,” ElliE came up behind you. And since you were immersed in the book you were holding, you almost jumped up in shock.

“Shit, you scared me.” You said in a hushed voice.

“Woah, you can curse?” Ellie asked, amused.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m not a saint.”

Ellie chuckled at your joke. “That’s shocking.”

You snorted. “Not really. So… what do you want for you to come rushing in here right after your practice?”

Ellie looked at her dirty shorts and muddy shoes. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yup. You were tainting the tiles and Ms. Loren looks like she wants to jab you at your jaw.” You looked behind her, nodding in the librarian’s direction.

“Oh… so that’s what her name is.” Ellie looked at the woman and offered a smile but she just huffed in answer.

“Can I help you with something?” You asked again, and Ellie turned her attention to you.

“Actually… yes. I was struggling with History classes because I’m not good at memorizing ton shits and Mrs. Garcia’s quizzes were really really hard. And because of the upcoming intramurals, we’re always at the field to practice which is why I missed a quiz at her.”

“Last meeting?”

“Yup.”

“So that’s why you’re not there.”

Ellie nodded. “I never got to pass any of her exams, and she said that my grades would go down if I failed another quiz. So… can you tutor me?” Ellie shot you with a pleasing gaze.

You looked at her with a surprised face. “Why me?”

“You're her favorite student, and you’re always the top of the class. Please…?” Ellie gave you a puppy eyes.

You stared at her face, contemplating about everything. You were about to utter a word but there was nothing that left your mouth.

“I’ll do anything you want. Just… text me if you made up your mind.” Ellie says. She looked at the table in front of her and found a pen. She then gently took your left hand and wrote her number on it. Your heart raced at the first physical contact with her.

“I’ll be waiting for your text… or call.” Elli winked at you before jogging towards the door, leaving you dumbfounded.

After the class, you decided to meet up with your friends at one of your favorite cafes. Today is the perfect day to get a nice cup of warm coffee since it’s somewhat windy outside. And maybe, the drink can give you something to wake you up from looking at the number at your hand.

“What’s that?” Abby asked at the digits in your palm, causing you to jump at her voice. Her brow rose when she looked at you. She finished placing the drinks and food on the table, and you immediately got yours and took a sip of it.

“Whose number was that? You can’t stop looking at it ever since we got in here.” Nora pointed out.

You cleared your throat. “Ellie.”

“Williams?” Abby asked curiously. “Didn’t know you two have any contact.”

“Well, I told you all before that she is my seatmate in History class. But, I don’t know, she tried talking to me yesterday.” You shrugged, picking up a piece of the red velvet cake.

“Maybe she’s playing games with you,” Nora said.

“Come on, Ellie probably thinks she’s amazing.” Abby defended.

Nora rolled her eyes, “Abby, Ellie was a notorious playgirl. She wouldn’t talk to y/n just to be friends. And besides, I don’t think that was in her vocabulary.”

“Woah,” You chuckled. “Where does this grudge from her is coming from?” You threw your hands up in the air.

“Oh, so you don’t know how many girls have been crying and fighting each other because of her? Ellie is a heartless person who doesn’t care about someone’s feelings, and everyone is still blinded by it because of how she looks. Y/n, you should be careful because I think you’re her new target.”

“You shouldn’t scare her,” Abby said.

“I’m not. I’m just stating facts.”

You sighed, heavily while looking at your hand once again.

Nora has a point, but you still want to give Ellie the benefit of the doubt. She wouldn’t do that to you, right?

Right?

You were walking back and forth in your small room while looking at your right palm, and holding your phone on the other. You still have a lot of free time tonight since all of your school works and backlogs were done, so, you were now contemplating whether you should call Ellie or not.

I mean, you completely understood Nora’s complaints about Ellie since the rumors aren’t new about her. Sure, she’s a Casanova, but the thing is, you won’t even dare fall in love with her – let alone be one of her girls. You were just a kind student who wanted to help her classmate in a subject where you excelled. So, what’s wrong with that?

“Ugh.” You grunted while shutting your eyes tightly. You flopped down the bed before you quickly dialed the number.

“Hello?” Ellie’s raspy voice filled your room. You immediately sat down in your bed when she answered. You can hear loud music in the background, and a few people shouting and giggling. You figured out that she’s at a party. A girl asked Ellie where she was going but you couldn’t pinpoint what she answered because it was chaotic. “Who’s this?”

“It’s… Y/n. I- I’m sorry, is this a bad timing?”

“Oh. Oh! Y/n? Is it actually you?” She asked, voice rising with excitement.

“Yeah, I called to ask if you want to study tonight but clearly, you had other plans now, so let’s just do it some other time.”

Ellie managed to scramble outside the house where she was partying even though it was a real struggle. After a long day of practicing, Ellie and her teammates got invited to a house party hosted by someone she couldn’t even remember the name of. Being stressed for a whole week, Ellie wanted to have some little fun for tonight. And besides, she wants to divert her attention in the meantime, rather than looking at her phone stupidly for the rest of the day which Dina pinpointed.

Ellie immediately shook her head at what you said as if you could see her right now. “No, no, it’s fine. I was just actually hanging around there, not drinking or anything.” She lied.

“Really?” You don’t sound convinced by her answer. “Well, I’ll text you the address of my boarding house if you’d like.”

“Yes. Please. Thank you so much. I’m on my way.” Ellie said quickly before running towards her big bike. She ended the call, put her phone on her jeans, put on her helmet, and started the engine.

“Where the hell are you going?” Riley shouted from the window.

“To study!” Ellie exclaimed before driving away.

Riley and her teammates looked at each other with a frown and a clueless stare. “Studying?” They all asked themselves in unison.

Because there is no way, Ellie would’ve left a party.

And in her whole life, Ellie never even studied.

So, why is she leaving a party just to study?

After Ellie said that she was outside your room, you didn’t expect that she’d show up at your windows.

“Oh, my goodness!” You exclaimed in pure shock. “What are you doing in there?” You said before opening up the sliding windows.

Ellie threw her backpack filled with snacks on the floor before she completely entered. She managed to change her alcohol and cigarette-scented shirt into a decent one just to make herself presentable to you.

“Your landlady says it’s past curfew so she can’t let me in, so I managed to climb through your windows.” Ellie shrugged.

“You could fall.”

“But I didn’t, so…” Ellie flashed her charming smile before scanning your room.

It is warm and cozy. It is filled with plants and different vintage collections. Ellie noticed at least five different lamps open and candles lit to give some light in your room. It is very neat, well well-decorated, and it smells really good.

“I didn’t know vinyl still existed.” Ellie pointed out the small drawer of yours filled with different types of vinyl. Ellie walked to it and saw a vintage turntable. “This still works?” She asked.

“Oh, yes, it’s not quite as popular as it was before, but it still works.” You grabbed one and put it on the player to show her. Ellie’s brows rose and her mouth formed into a small ‘o’ when the music started filling the air.

“Guns and Roses. Classic.” She said when she heard the familiar sound.

You looked at her with a smile on your face. “You know that band?”

“Yeah, Joel - uhh, my guardian, he used to play their songs every single day to the point that he even wanted to try to learn it on the guitar.” She smiled and turned to you.

“You know how to play guitar, too?”

“Oh, a little.” Ellie chuckled. “I never really had any practice, unless it’s in a summer break.”

“That’s nice.” You nodded thoughtfully.

“You really like collecting such antique things, huh?” Ellie picked up a small bunny ceramic.

“It’s like a small hobby I’d like to do from time to time. It’s really fun going to different antique or thrift stores trying to find something you’d like. And besides, I really like older things because of their intricate designs and very pretty artworks.” You explained. “Look, all of those artworks on my wall are all thrifted, even its frames.” You pointed.

Throughout the night, you two did study. You helped Ellie with understanding all the topics that she was struggling. You were surprised with how quickly she can memorize everything, leading you down to the conclusion that Ellie is smart, she’s just lazy.

The two of you would take breaks in between as Ellie insisted because she can’t focus if they’re going to study for hours with no breaks. You obliged. Ellie then would ask you different things about your room, asking what you’d like the most in it, and you would explain and show her those things. Ellie asked you more about yourself, wanting to get some information while at it as her mind starts plotting what you love, and where she can take you out for a date.

You were talking about the things you love, and there was that spark in your eyes that Ellie couldn’t look away from. You were so immersed in telling her something, and Ellie got lost by looking at your face.

Time passed and the two of you didn’t seem to notice. It’s like the two of you are in your bubble that no one could even interrupt. Not even the storm, or the loud buzzing of Ellie’s phone because of her friends asking where she went. Tonight, it’s just you and her.

“I’m nervous about the quiz,” Ellie says as the two of you are walking through the hallways.

“I’m sure you’ll do great.” You looked at her and gave a warm smile.

“I don’t know what’s with that subject, but I always fail every quiz in that class. It’s like someone has put a curse on me or something.”

“Mrs. Garcia is a great teacher, but yes, I do get that her voice is so calm which is why many students are too sleepy to pay attention to her.”

Ellie chuckled. “Yeah, the only thing that I can see in her class was her boobs whenever she bows down to get something on her bag on the floor. It’s fucking distracting.”

You laughed, harder than Ellie thought you would’ve, making her look at you with an amused smile. “Fuck yeah. I thought I wasn’t the only one who noticed.”

Ellie stared at you for a moment, she started questioning Alex in her mind saying that you are straight and making her think that there isn’t even the slightest bit in your body that is gay. Your reaction to what she said makes her think about your sexuality, Ellie wants to ask, but she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries.

Ellie shook her head, wanting to keep her thoughts at bay. Instead, she changed the topic. “We have a football practice at 3:00 PM and I was wondering if you want to watch it…?” She looked at you with a sheepish smile.

“Were the girls watching you play weren’t enough?” You joked.

“There aren’t. Wait, you really think that I’m a playgirl?”

“Aren’t you?” You asked back with a small frown on your face. “I don’t think that you’re a playgirl, I know you are. Everyone does. I mean, my friend doesn’t even know why you’re talking to me in the first place.” You shrugged before looking away.

Ellie was staring at you really hard, wanting you to look at her but you wouldn’t, so she sighed dejectedly. She stopped in her tracks and held your arms to also make you stop.

“How can I prove my sincerity to you?”

You bit your lips as your hands gripped the strap of your bag tightly. You shrugged, avoiding her gaze. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, Ellie. We’re not friends or anything more.”

“What if I want you to be?”

Your gaze fell on hers with a shocked look on your face. “What?”

“I want to be your friend, Y/n.”

You stared at her for a moment, weighing your feelings. You were used to people coming up to you and asking to be their friend. After all, everyone finds you nice and adorable. You loved friendly interactions, and never once have been doubting someone’s intentions. However, there is a huge factor when Ellie is the one who’s doing it — yes, Nora is right. Her lifestyle is much different than yours, and Ellie Williams’ reputation is not quite good. Everything about you two wouldn’t even intersect, and this is all new. Everything about here seems… artificial.

But then again, you took a look in her face, and gosh… how can you resist that?

So, you slowly nodded. Mumbling a small ‘fine’ under your breath is something that almost made Ellie want to jump in joy.

It’s playtime.

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Strings of Love

Rockstar Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Synopsis: Ellie Williams is the country's biggest rock star. Who wouldn't be charmed by her beautiful face? And, oh, have you heard her voice? It's heavenly. On the other hand, Ellie does know you. How couldn't she? You're quite hard to forget. You supported them from the start until now. But one night changed it all as both of you got into an argument. Warnings: not proofread! beware of grammatical errors (english isn't my first language). Ellie is kind of an asshole in here lol.

Apocalyptic Serenade is a rock band consisting of five members. They all started as an unknown band playing in their house’s garage, until they became more popular as they started to have different gigs in some crappy bars. Both of them didn’t know how they reached the peak level of their popularity, as many people started admiring their works, especially their looks.

Ellie Williams is the lady-killer and a Casanova. As the lead singer of the band, she is the most popular among them – especially with the girls. She was well known for having different girls in bed every night, using them like a ragdoll and throwing them away like a toy in the morning. No one complained about it though, they claimed that tasting her is heaven, even if Ellie treats them like shit afterwards.

You are their avid fan. Ever since the start, you got hooked on the band’s performance when you first heard of them. You can still remember that they’re playing in a local bar in the small town where you lived. It was a hot Friday night of April, you and your friends wanted to unwind right after the finals and there happened to be a small band playing in your favorite bar.

When you first saw Ellie, she was sporting baggy jeans and a flannel. The sleeves were rolled up in her elbows, showing her tattooed arm. You figured out that she’s the lead singer when she stepped in the middle, her ringed fingers clutching the strings of her guitar while the other was strumming it.

You did not expect to become so immersed in a person that you feel like at that time, when you first heard her voice, you wanted to drop down on your knees and just start to worship her. She was… heavenly. Her voice is one of a kind that even angels couldn’t resist listening to.

Ellie noticed you standing in the middle of the almost empty bar. Everyone in here was beet drunk and the others aren’t even listening to them play. Ellie couldn’t care less about it at all. It was just like this all the time. At first, she couldn’t bear the idea that people weren’t even paying them attention – and that they’re just playing for nothing. Though, when they first received their small paycheck, Ellie accepted the reality.

However, you changed the perception of her life.

You were the first person to watch them with such intensity that even she couldn’t almost look you straight in the eye. Her heart beat tripled in excitement and it’s as if you just gave her the energy to sing and play passionately.

Finally, someone is listening.

And it was you.

That was the first time that you became their number one fan. You’re always attending their gigs, even if the location is miles away from your home. Listening to their music on spotify, watching their videos on youtube, and always stalking their instagram account. Your friends think that this is an addiction, and maybe it is.

However, their status and fame made Ellie Williams even more unreachable. Everyone loves her – I mean, who doesn’t? She’s a very talented woman, and aside from that, she radiates an energy that no one can resist. You know that idolizing someone who won’t even remember your face how many times you attend their gigs has its consequences but somehow, you grew accustomed to it. Watching and reading news articles about Ellie’s new potential lover doesn’t make your heart hurt like hell more than it did before. But a small part of you wishes to experience even being near her.

You always wondered how it would feel like having to hear her speak to your ears sweetly. Or how is she as a girlfriend? Would she play you her favorite songs? Would she write a whole ass album dedicated to you?

But every time those daydreams start forming in your thoughts, the reality will always seep in. That you’re just an ordinary girl and she’s a rockstar. Both of your worlds weren’t going to collide no matter how hard you try. And Ellie Williams is out of your reach.

On the contrary, Ellie feels the same way with you.

You’d think that after that night she first saw you, she’d immediately forget your face. I mean, how can she when she thinks that she just met the most angelic person in the world? Everything about you, your face, your body, the way you dress caught her eye.

The two of you met each other 3 years ago, and since then, you’re the only girl who’s been on her mind.

Ellie tried to push her thoughts away, wanting to forget you. I mean, she’s the rockstar of the year, every girl flocked at the sight of her, every one, I repeat, everyone wants to be with Ellie. And having a girl clinging on to her mind for years is really pathetic. Not to mention that she doesn’t really know your name because every time she sees you in one of their gigs or concerts, she couldn’t get the chance to ask for you. God knows she tried to step down the stage the moment they’re done performing because she knows that you’ll be gone so fast but still, Ellie couldn’t catch up. Ellie desperately begs for their manager to get your name and contact information when she sees you in the midst of the crowd but it always fails.

After several months, when Ellie’s popularity gained so much attention from everyone, every girl threw themselves at her. And Ellie made that an opportunity to forget you. You’re just a random fan girl, you should be easy to forget. You were nothing compared to her. And she’s not the one who should be begging for your attention. Ellie has everything and she could get whatever and whoever she wants.

But apparently, not you.

Because no matter how hard Ellie tries to think about the fact that you are just a mere fan girl and that you should be the one on your knees wanting for a little bit of her attention, Ellie still couldn’t resist finding you in the middle of the crowd. And you’re always there. So, every after their gig, Ellie would take someone in a fancy hotel, preferably the one who looks just like you. Because Ellie only wanted you.

She wouldn’t admit that, though.

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It was one of those days where you’d go to the Apocalyptic Serenade’s gig, and luckily, the bar is just near where your apartment is. And naturally, you’d go, just like you always do. But right now, you’re with your friends to have a nice night out after such a stressful day.

You are wearing a skimpy black dress with a leather jacket to give a small amount of warmth throughout the night. You’ve done your hair and makeup beautifully, wanting to look exquisite, even though Ellie won’t notice you for the nth time.

But who cares? You look so good and you’re having the best night of your life.

When the three of you arrived at the bar, it was pumped with people. The band is already playing at the stage and all of you managed to squeeze yourself in an empty seat, just where you can still have a perfect view of the band – especially Ellie Williams.

Ellie sensed that it was you who walked inside. How did she know that? Maybe after years of you going everywhere they performed, she already memorized your figure no matter how far away you are, or how dim the lights are in the club.

She tried so hard not to look your way but she can feel that you’re staring and watching her. And it made her nervous. What the fuck? It’s always like this and everytime she is frustrated because how can you make her fingers tremble when all you’ve just done is to stare at her? You don’t hold a huge amount of power over her. You just can’t. Because Ellie is a fucking star, and you should be the one worshipping her. Not the other way around.

But oh, boy, she does spare a glance at you, and thankfully, you’re not looking at her. Ellie almost stopped playing and singing when she saw you take off your leather jacket and it revealed the most beautiful woman in front of her.

It was the first time seeing you in this kind of clothing and to be honest, she’s mad as hell. She’s mad because she couldn't even touch a single strand of your hair. She’s mad because she can’t roam and feel your curves against her fingers. She’s mad because you are taking every willpower against her that it almost made her kneel in front of you.

Ellie’s neck reddened and she shut her eyes tightly. The grip on her guitar is hard as she tries to stop her dirty thoughts in her mind.

You couldn’t even get her name, how can you get her on your sheets? She thought to herself.

When Ellie opened her eyes, she saw a little commotion around your table. She saw you struggling to pull your arm away from a man’s grip on your hands. You looked uncomfortable, wanting to immediately push him as he kept on insisting on buying you a drink and when you politely declined, he viewed it as a little challenge. Your friends are nowhere to be found and you are stuck with him. Panic rose up through your throat and it made your body go cold.

“I’m gonna go to the restroom.” You said, but he immediately gripped your waist.

“I can assist you. You might trip.”

You gulped. “No, thank you. I’m not really drunk.”

And instead of letting you go, he immediately pulled you on his body. This made you want to cry as his grip gets harder and harder that you’re afraid that it might bruise. Unbeknownst to you, the music stopped and Ellie is walking towards you.

“The lady said no, dude.” She interrupted.

The crowd went silent, and suddenly, everyone’s camera pointed towards your direction. The panic you were feeling earlier was replaced by shock. Your heart beat tripled as you stared at the girl in front of you.

The rock star of the year.

Ellie fucking Williams.

What the fuck is happening…

She looked so beautiful as you can perfectly see her face up close. You thought that every single one of her features were exquisite. Her green eyes, nose, freckled cheeks, lips, the way she did her usual half up bun, the way she stands and even how she dresses. Everything about her screams power.

“Oh, you're the one who’s singing there earlier, right?” The man in front of you smirked. “You’re shit.” He gripped you harder. “Sorry, man, you need to find another girl to accompany you in bed. I don’t share.”

Ellie’s eyes darkened when he pulled your wrist. You winced, as you can feel his nails are digging into your skin.

Ellie punched the man so hard that he stumbled at the stools behind him. Everyone gasped in shock, including you. Your jaw dropped into the floor and your eyes widened at the scene in front of you. Her bandmates immediately got off the stage to go behind their lead singer.

But Ellie is still not done yet. She watched as the man tried to move his jaw with such anger in her eyes. Her tongue traced the inside of her cheeks before kneeling in front of him. Grabbing his collar, she started to throw punches at him. Her bandmates tried to stop her but she is far stronger than all of them combined. And aside from that, everyone is afraid of her.

When the man’s face was covered in blood, and he couldn’t even open his eyes, and as his consciousness was going away, Ellie stopped. She smiled triumphantly at the sight in front of her. Finally, the bouncers immediately pulled her away from the man who molested you. Ellie harshly pulled away from the bouncer’s grip before looking at your horrified face.

You two locked eyes and Ellie could feel the same beat of her heart when she first saw you.

“What-” You started, but the flashes of the camera stopped you from talking.

Ellie noticed it and thus she yelled, “Nobody touches her!” She then stormed away from you, and from everyone to go backstage.

“You okay?” Jordan, the lead guitarist placed her hand on your shoulder. You nodded, still couldn’t speak. “You should talk to Ellie, she's backstage. Just follow me, okay?”

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“What the fuck, Ellie?!” Jesse, the band’s manager yelled at the girl who looked like she couldn’t care less.

Ellie straight up drank the bottle of whiskey that was on the table. Her face is slowly reddening, as alcohol starts running through her veins. Her mind swirled, and she couldn’t even make out what her manager was saying in front of her.

“My hand hurts.” She said, looking at her knuckles.

Jesse scoffed in disbelief. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up. “You didn’t know how much trouble you’ve caused?! Aside from the fact that you almost murdered a man, many people witnessed how violent you are. And God, it’ll be all over the internet. Do you know how hard it is to clean up your mess?!”

Ellie snickered.

“Oh, you find that funny, huh? You are unbelievable!” He cursed for the nth time of the man. “What if the man wants to sue you, huh? What would you do?”

Ellie looked at him. “What would you do?”

“You fuck- Nevermind. I’ll go out and settle this and you should just sit there and shut the fuck up!” Jesse then stormed out backstage, closing the door with a loud bang.

Ellie took another long shot from the drink in her hand. She sat lazily at the couch while thinking of your face.

Was it worth it?

Yes.

A hundred times yes.

After a couple of minutes, one of her bandmates started to come in with serious faces.

“That’s fucked up.” Alex said, closing her arm in front of her chest. “But you did the right thing, dude.” She gave Ellie a tight-lipped smile. “Riley and Nat are talking to the crowd, calming them, just to distract everyone from what happened. I think it’s working. Everyone loves fan service.” Both of them snickered. “Jesse is talking to the manager. I think he’s settling everyone. Was he mad?”

“Very.” Ellie smiled before drinking again.

“You’re so fucked up.”

“Where’s Jordan?”

“Here.” She walked in, holding an ice bag in her hand. Ellie saw another familiar head behind Jordan, tailing her. She tilted her head to get a better view of her and she immediately straightened up.

Her brows knitted as she fully saw you.

“You two should talk to each other because this is just so… messy.” Jordan said, handing you the ice bag. “We’ll leave you.” They immediately then exited the room.

So now, you were left with Ellie. Sitting almighty in front of you.

“Ice bags?” You asked hesitatingly while lifting it. You bit your lips nervously as Ellie just stared blankly at you before standing up.

She went up in front of you, and the smell of her musky perfume filled your nose. She towered over you, her face looking dark before snatching the ice bag in your hand.

Ellie did not know why she’s mad. She wanted so bad to ask you if you’re okay, maybe look at the wrist that the man is gripping so hard, she wanted to ask if it bruised, she wanted to cure where it hurts, but the thump of her heart as she looks at you made her realize that you have a great hold at her.

Ellie cares greatly for the stranger in front of her.

But why?

That question started to haunt her.

Why why why why?

No, she doesn’t care that much. She can prove that to herself.

“Was it worth it?” Ellie said drunkenly.

“What?” You looked at her.

“Did you do that to get my attention?”

Your brows knitted so hard. You couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Are you implying that I wanted to get molested to get your attention?” Your voice started rising.

This is supposed to be easy. Ellie shrugged. “I mean, I always see you wherever we perform. Maybe you just got tired of being a fucking nobody at the crowd so you did that.” She snickered. “Damn, that’s so low.”

You slapped Ellie. Your eyes are bloodshot red as the tears start streaming down your face. You stared at her, feeling hurt. You breathed heavily and Ellie is still facing the direction where you slapped her. She couldn’t bear to look at your face. She just can’t.

“Fuck you.” You whispered before storming out.

Being mean to you is supposed to be easy. But why did Ellie feel like her heart’s going to explode from doing that?

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jackson!ellie who makes the first move? kiss–wise. cause okay— we've got the scene from the actual game where dina locks in that first kiss, a drunken whim, and whatnot, but what about ellie doing so? allow me to conjure a picture up; that freckled, mellow–eyed portrait leveled to your face, her lips pinched to a demure crease— tense enough on the corners to hollow her dimples, the fat auburn worms above her eyes tweaking alongside a nod to your wisping words that enlighten her very eager brain right now, arms slack to wrap your waist and frisky warm upon the sacral of your spine with palms overlaid, waddling in a legato and sluggish manner to each pace of song. your lips are consistently ashift, lacing over every honeyed vowel that kept this silly little girl christened ellie— too attentive. eyes unto your lips, pupils enlarge and bedim all color to her organ–throbbing crush on you, a feeling, fennels and columbines a manifestation inside her flattered eyes watching you speak, "y'know, i just think that everybody on patrol is a dumb cunt, n' can't shoot for shit. maria needs to reassign." and, my. how words of curses and a rigid, shit–talking nature blow from your throat like a damn aria, on and on rambling, contract some balled sensation in ellie's gut to burst open a thousand angels serenading— their feathers a silken uncomfortableness in her guts. how it pushed her, made her spine shiver, made her face slowly tilt in, made her brows flinch sunken into the sea of her skin, and a little voice compelled her when you spoke, "totally should assign you and i—" mmmph. two mouths sealed as one. ellie, who was already a magnet, reached voice to voice and consumed the trails of your speech, flesh chapped yet somewhat plump and velvety of a 'sorry' she could not push into vocals rolled over the knoll of yours, pursing her top lip inside as her mouth steals your bottom one, an ample pressure on your inner–cheek that smushes her cute button nose as it pokes, and releases when she departs your consumption of that sudden kiss. her face lingers, still slanted, eyes darting across your face maddenly for any ounce of a reaction written in flesh, unsure on whether to sanction you some breathing room or to mention boldly about it— but you're too damn pretty to fleet away, so she decides to act somewhere balanced upon that spectrum gently, "did i do okay?" not 'was that okay?' nor 'fuck, m'sorry.' but those foolproof words, yet the look of a lost puppy was most pitiful on her features. you chuckle dry, and her palms flock to your waist— gripping, narrowing the answer out of you so timid, you have to chuckle the reply out as well, "more than okay," and you soften, bored of the blurry, obnoxious string lights a mere background to her big head, "very okay, williams." and shut the scene to nothing, pulling her rosy heat on your lips, once more.

sorry gays, idk what came over me. fluffy hours

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modern au where you accidentally send ellie, your bestfriend, a nude PT4

pt1 here , pt2 here , pt3 here

n/a hello y'all!!! first of all, thank you for all the support in this little series <3 i can't believe all the love that is receiving

this is an additional chapter, it's not necessary to read it if you don't want to because is all smut and it's not essential to the plot, but its made for those who enjoy read this kind of content so... enjoy!!

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ellie's kisses ignite your skin, wet and noisy they plant themselves on your sweaty skin thanks to the summer heat. her touch is hungry and shy at the same time, trying to engrave every part of you in her fingertips.

she can't believe what's happening. in her mind a battle rages where her thoughts fly by and don't stop. she's touching you, she's kissing you, is this real?

the fantasy she's been imagining before going to sleep for the last few months becomes reality the moment your mouth provokes a choked moan from her lips.

"ellie" you moan between kisses, a trickle of saliva connecting them each time he pulls away.

"what?" ellie murmurs in the same tone as you, her voice choked "tell me what you want."

instead of telling her what you want, you show her, and when ellie watches as you untie your bikini straps and bare your breasts ellie has to keep her mouth shut to keep from drooling. she quickly understands, and her tongue plays around your nipple, eliciting slight moans from you.

ellie massages and sucks on your breasts with a skill you never knew she possessed, and when you watch her in action, you have the urge to moan and let everyone hear how good she makes you feel, even with just one touch.

"they're better than in the picture" ellie murmurs against your skin, and you can't help but laugh. silly as always, you think.

"you idiot" she smiles and moves down to your stomach, marking a path of kisses.

"i'm just telling the truth"

you pull her hair in playful response, but when ellie lets out a choked moan you feel a warmth invade your body. your fingers play with the collar of her t-shirt, and ellie pulls it off, she has a sporty top that does wonders for your eyes.

she kisses your stomach, shamelessly sucking on your skin and leaving a trail of saliva all over you, so obscene that you feel sick for enjoying it.

"i didn't know..." you say, between moans "i didn't know this side of you."

you can hear ellie laugh as she throws off your shorts, tossing them on the floor "well, you never let me show you"

you knew what ellie's personality was like, playful, obscene and even provocative at many times, so you had an idea of what she would be like in intimacy (not that you ever imagined it...) but you were still surprised at the determination she had for her actions, how she knew where and how to touch to elicit sounds from your mouth.

her hands kneaded the soft skin of your thighs, admiring how her fingers dug into your flesh. with a sudden movement, ellie pulled you to the edge of the bed causing a giggle from you which she also joined in. "silly. i'm trying to eat you out and you're laughing."

that caused you to laugh even harder, pushing ellie's head away from your cunt with your hand – you couldn't stop laughing.

ellie bit your finger and took advantage of your complaint to grab your wrist and press it against the mattress, leaving you immobilized.

"cannibal" you said, inwardly enjoying ellie's control.

she only murmured a small "mhm", planting kisses on your inner thighs, gently biting and kissing the skin abused by her mouth. the laughter passed quickly, your hips moving towards ellie's mouth impatiently, eager for her touch.

"ellie" you murmured between moans "don't tease"

ellie left your thighs and moved back up to meet your face.

"tell me what you want" she murmured, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke "tell me what you want from me and i'll do it."

ellie could be provocative. she knew how to treat you, and over so many years of friendship she had learned to codify your personality; whiny and too proud for your own good, and of course she was going to take advantage of that once she had you the way she wanted you.

"don't do that" you murmured, looking into her eyes. she noticed how they were crystallized.

"don't be shy" she replied, leaving kisses all over your cheekbones and jaw "it's me, ellie. your best friend" she said and a playful smile planted itself on her face.

ellie really didn't need your order - she knew she could go on with her mission without you telling her, but something inside her wanted, no, needed, to hear what you wanted, almost as a confirmation that this wasn't a fever dream of hers, one where she was hallucinating.

"come on" ellie continued, one of her hands playing with the elastic of your underwear "i want to hear you"

the sensations are too much for you, so you surrender "touch me, please" you say, feeling your face flush with embarrassment "i need you"

ellie may be provocative, but she's not cruel – so as soon as she hears you, she returns to her kneeling position in front of you, grabbing your thighs and positioning them on her shoulders "that wasn't so hard, was it?"

you can't help but let out a moan as soon as you feel her fingers move your panties to the side and her tongue make contact with your intimacy. ellie's fingers sink into your flesh and hold you open before her.

the only thing that comes out of your mouth are stifled moans and groans, her movements not letting you have a breath. your hips chase her mouth and her tongue accompanies the movement - you grab her hair causing her to moan in your clit.

her mouth works wonders against your cunt. it doesn't take long before a knot in your stomach builds, creating so much pressure that you feel like you're going to explode at any moment - and you do, as you feel your climax.

ellie quickly notices thanks to the movement of your body and your moans, abandoning her actions and devoting herself to planting kisses on your thighs, caressing and helping you catch your breath.

"k know" she says, watching as your eyes are closed and your body suffer from little spasms "i'm here" you feel her hand grab your hand and caress it.

"do you want some water?" you hear ellie ask after a few seconds, lying down next to you.

you deny and grimace as you feel your wet panties "im okay, thanks" ellie nods and smiles at you. you can see her lips glistening from your juices and it's so obscene you swear you can finish again at such sight. "you have a little bit of me in your mouth" you murmur, your thumb stroking ellie's bottom lip.

"your fault" ellie answers you, lightly biting your fingertip. you let out a giggle.

the air feels heavy. the sun streaming through the window hits your almost naked body and ellie can't help but admire it once again.

"u little perv" you say as you see where her gaze was directed.

ellie rolls her eyes and reaches up to plant a small kiss on your lips "can't help it".

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