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[saintels]

✮ ┆dessert. ethan landry

— addicted to your taste, ethan desperately needs to fix his sweet tooth. drabble

warnings female reader, cunnilingus, semi-public, oral (female recieving), use of ‘cunt’ 426 words

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YOU HAD DRAWN BLOOD. Your bottom lip swelled and pulsed under the stress of the white bone, surfacing blotches of red underneath your glassy Fenty lipgloss.

Your parents were beyond thrilled when you announced the news that you were bringing home a boy for the holidays, let alone the personification of a puppy dog.

Regardless of his excitement to meet your family, staying in your parent’s house came with its downsides. Going home for the holidays meant spending time with your family. Spending time with your family meant no privacy and no privacy meant less time Ethan could spend with his face stuffed in your cunt just as he was at that very moment.

He could not be deeper if he tried, nose nudging your swollen clit as his tongue lapped at your soaked walls.

Dress bunched above your belly button and your leg hiked over his shoulder, Ethan knelt on the bathroom floor as you gripped the marble basin of your Aunt’s guest bathroom.

You laced your fingers through his messy curls, not a single care in the world if the ring on your finger that he bought you for your birthday got tangled as your nails scratched at his scalp and gripped his hair in a bunch.

The accidental tug of his locks elicited the rumble of a moan from his throat, the sound’s vibrations tickling your centre.

“Fuck,” your hips jerk forward to grind against his mouth, his smooth tongue flicking your clit and dragging it in between his lips.

Staring at the clock on the wall, you winced. 9:22pm. You knew for a fact desert was brought out seven minutes ago.

“Ethan,” you whisper, voice husky, “we need to go- fuck!”.

Ethan never meets your gaze, too focused on the sweet taste of your juices on his tastebuds. His favourite dessert.

You became dizzy at the squelch of his long fingers sliding into your hole, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. With one final stroke of his tongue flattened on your cunt, you gush on his mouth. He looks up at you; full lips coated with a thick layer of the silky, sweet substance.

As he stands, your white dress drops to its normal position above your knees.

A florid blush paints his soft cheeks, his nose nudging yours as he kisses your lips gently.

“Do you not understand what the word ‘behave’ means?”

Your scolding has his face hiding in your neck, kissing over the gold ‘E’ pendant that hangs in the cove of your décolletage.

“ i’m sorry,” he mumbles, hands on your waist, “was sick of waiting for dessert.”

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[saintels]

✮ ┆best-friend. ellie williams

— who needs a man when they have their lesbian bestfriend. drabble

warnings female reader, use of strap-on, praise-kink, masc ellie 438 words

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AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT you’d forget about him.

Ellie never knew how bright red anger could blaze until you showed up at her dorm, soaked to the bone and shivering. World through lenses of crimson waves, Ellie pulls you to her chest as you splutter and snot over her about your now ex-boyfriend.

“I waited for over an hour,” you sobbed, “and- and then when I called to see if he could at least pick me up, he hung up. I had to walk home.”

Ellie’s fist clenched as she pulled you towards her bed, dropping to lay down with you on top of her, still cuddled against her chest.

You apologised profusely for being wet, small palms pushing against her biceps in an attempt to get up. Her arms looped around your waist, her embrace tightening as you cried into your best-friend’s neck.

“don’t cry baby,” she cooed, hand passing through your wet locks, “he never deserved you, you know that.”

Her thumbs swiped under your eyes, smearing the black mascara against your rose frosted cheeks. Hooking a finger under your chin, her gaze finds your lips.

“I know what will cheer ya’ up.”

Your hands trembled as they steadied on her broad shoulders, helping you speed the pace of your bouncing on the bright pink strap-on you had chosen out for her to wear.

“That’s my pretty girl,” she palms the plush fat of your ass, “bounce on my fucking cock, baby. Good girl.”

This is the way it should be. Bare in all your glory, tits bouncing in her face as you fuck yourself dumb on her cock until you’re babbling incoherent sentences.

The room is filled with no noise other than the muffled bass of The Colour Violet, your vulgar moans and her sugar coated praises. She takes a drag of her joint, watching your euphoric expression as you reach your third orgasm of the night. You collapse on her chest; your nipples raw from her excessive biting and sucking, sensitive against the material of her tshirt. Her unoccupied hand, ghosts over the moist skin between your shoulder blades. The tears welled on your waterline drip onto her collarbones, feet twitching and knees buckling.

Her kisses are deep and passionate, her tongue swirling around yours. Her hand wraps around your throat, squeezing gently.

“This is how it should be,” she whispers against your lips, “I’m the only one you need from now on. Okay, baby?”.

You nod pathetically as she grins. Her soft lips stain wine-coloured blemishes against your neck, kneading your thighs as she begins to rock your hips again.

You could always count on your best-friend to make you feel better.

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[saintels]

✮ ┆STFU (pink flame). ellie williams

warnings not proofread pls forgive me, dom f reader, smoking, toxic reader, ellie is whiny and subby and kinda a fucking loser in this, degradation, lesbian oral sex, high/drunk sex, like one pussy slap 942 words

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— “got you craving me all day. once you're in my state of mind, i’ll never let you escape.” DRABBLE

HER LIPS ARE GLUED TO YOUR SKIN the second you sit down beside her on the sticky leather couch, the vodka and tequila on her tongue burning as she sucks a fresh hickey into the side of your neck.

Her actions have your eyes rolling, completely unfazed as you pull out the small, pink metal case of pre-rolled joints from the waist band of your skirt.

Your hand pats around your body in search for that last essential element until Ellie holds it up to your face.

Pink tinged eyes linger over your lips as she lights the end of your tightly rolled CBD with the pink flames of your favourite Hello Kitty lighter.

You inhale, gently grabbing her cheeks to bring her lips to yours so you can blow the smoke into her mouth.

The transferred cloud of Honeyrose hemp fills her senses, lingering before she exhales.

Your eyes bore into her as she uses the same Hello Kitty lighter to light her own cigarette, letting it sit between her thumb and pointer finger as she moves to your neck again.

God, you mentally groaned, she was always this fucking needy when she was high.

You hurry her into a random bedroom in the house where the party was being held, pushing her down on the bed.

“Can’t even keep it in your fucking pants for a couple hours, El,” you mutter, annoyance lingering in your tone.

Ellie giggles, rolling her shoulders as she snuggles into the soft mattress beneath her.

Yeah. She was gone.

“Need you here,” she whines, palming her cunt through the rough material of her black jeans. Her fingers massage the area, desperately trying to satisfy the growing wetness between her thighs as she watches you stand between her legs.

Undoing the buttons of her jeans, you have them and her black briefs off in one swift pull.

The rose blunt still hangs between your glossy lips, the end barely glowing with embers as you stand to shimmer out of your skirt.

The denim hits the ground and your black tank top joins it shortly after.

Her hazed eyes are as wide as her body allows them to be when she’s that high, mouth hanging open.

“Always got your fucking mouth open.”

The black lace tickles as the thong drops down your legs. You kick it off your feet and you’re now left completely bare in the pale moonlight.

Ellie doesn’t even have a moment to think before she lets out a muffled grunt, the material now shoved in her mouth.

She moans and rolls her head back as she tastes your sickly honeyed remnants on her tongue.

“That should shut you up,” you mumble, sinking to your knees between her legs on the end of the bed, “Love the sound of your own voice or somethin’, need you to keep quiet for me now though, pretty baby.”

You don’t even allow her a mere five seconds to comprehend your words before she hears a loud smack and there’s a sharp stinging on her pussy. She chokes a gasp as her hips jolt.

Your nails graze her sensitive skin, spreading her lips.

“Look at this,” you tease, “fucking soaked just from that one shot-gun, huh sweetheart?”.

She nods, trying to murmur through the material of your lingerie but failing.

Your thumb flicks her clit, puffy and pink as it throbs for attention.

“So cute,” you whisper.

Your lips close around her rosy nub, a long mewl leaving her chest as she grips the bed sheets.

Long black nails dig into her thighs as your mouth is mercilessly aggressive against her cunt.

Her moans sound starved and rightfully so.

It wasn’t a 50/50 relationship. Hell, it wasn’t even 80/20.

Countless times, Ellie sat in her dorm all alone, accompanied by nothing but ‘The Office’ playing on the TV as white noise. Her fingers slip into her underwear, trying her best to rub all the right spots the way you do. But to no avail, she almost cries in frustration as she cums not even close to as hard as you can make her cum.

She knows you’re out doing anything except thinking of her. A drug run, smoking with your friends that she knew you touched probably all the same ways you did to her, showing your cunt to some random girl in a sorority house.

Her texts stay unread for six hours and she would still sit and wait for your attention like a puppy, brainwashed desperate and hooked.

“Been neglecting this pussy for too long, huh?” your voice is smooth but your words are sharp. You know exactly what you’re doing and you know exactly how it tears a hole in her.

Any drop of dignity left in her veins dries up as she whimpers, the coil in her stomach unwinding as she grinds against your face.

Your tongue runs up her creamy slit, the sweet taste silky on your taste buds.

She wriggles, trying to back away from your mouth.

“It’s fucking pathetic,” you lean back, lips and chin soaked with her release, “cumming this hard when I’ve barely even touched you.”

You fall beside her on the bed, pulling your panties out her mouth and throwing them to the floor.

Before she knows it, the familiar feeling of your smooth, pink rolling paper is between her lips. She’s quiet, watching as you pull the lighter out of her sports bra where she always stashed it for you.

The pink flame ignites and her mind is foggy again. Except now, all she can think about is you.

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#┆ 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 ❀ #ellie williams #smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #x reader #femal reader #lesbian #f x f #the last of us #the last of us part ii #part 2 #fanfiction #drabble #ellie williams x y/n #tlou

[saintels]

💿 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: BOTTOM BITCH ! !

“YOU’RE GONNA FORGET SHE EVER EXISTED.”

BLURB after your messy break up with ellie, you begin to push every boundary you can.

ABBY ANDERSON x FEMALE! READER — SMUT , 1850 WORDS

TLOU MASTERLIST — NAVIGATION

WARNINGS: Straight up porn. DOM! Abby. Spanking. Choking kink. Usage of strap-on. Pussy slapping. Profanity. Alcohol Consumption. Lesbian themes. SMUT. + Ellie slander lol. + For context, the song Abby and Y/N are dancing to is “Tenerte De Nuevo” by Nezza. I heard it and thought about Abby lol.

You stare up at her through thick dark lashes as your tongue slips out to find your straw. Soft lips coated with the slick sheer of your punch-pink lipgloss wrap around its tip, sipping the strawberry daquiri in your manicured hands.

A pout sits on Abby’s lips, brows arched as she looks down at you. Her arms are crossed, hands resting on her burly biceps.

“What do you want?”

You lean your elbow on the bar as you swirl your straw in your melting drink, your hip popped out. Her eyes travel for a millisecond, following the curve over your waist and hips that are barely hidden by your baggy low waisted jeans and tiny top.

“You looked lonely,” you frown and Abby knows better than to believe the expression on your face, “wanted to buy ya’ a drink.”

Abby too leans on the bar, hand now on her hip.

“Wouldn’t wanna get your girlfriend’s panties in a twist,” she grumbles, “where is she, anyway?”.

“Ex-girlfriend.”

The correction has Abby raising her eyebrows.

“You don’t say.”

You had always been friends with Abby. Bestfriends even at one point until you turned 18 and went to college where you met Ellie Williams. By her own sheer luck, Ellie didn’t like Abby and for the next 3 years, drove a wedge between the two of you until your childhood friend became a stranger.

The bartender makes her way over to you, smiling as you lean forward so she can hear you better.

“Two tequila shots, please!”

“We only have house, is that okay?”.

You nod, turning your gaze back to Abby.

“I like your hair.”

You remembered how she loved her long hair and how she always loved doing it in a braid. It was cut short now. Extremely short.

Slipping the bartender some note bills, you take your order from her.

Your hand finds Abby’s as you pick up the salt bowl, eyes never leaving hers as your tongue flattens on the back of her hand before you sprinkle a line of salt.

You lick it off, eyes only leaving hers for a second as you throw back the shot and then bite into the lime.

Her sharp facial expression doesn’t change as she reaches for her own shot glass, throwing it straight back. She swears she sees something twinkle in your eyes. The taste burns her throat just the way she likes it.

That was hot.

The last beat of JLO’s “On The Floor” plays before it fades into the next track.

The rhythm of the spanish tune has you swaying your hips, placing down your drink and reaching to grab Abby’s hand instead.

“Dance with me, Ab.”

She doesn’t turn you down, instead she lets you lead her into the crowd of bodies on the dance floor.

Your hips sway to the harmony, your hands coming up to graze your hips and trail up your stomach.

Abby can’t stop herself as her hands reach out for your hips, guiding them towards her until your body rocks against hers.

She notices the tipsy flush on your cheeks and the end of your nose as your hands rest on her chest, bodies moving in motion together.

She doesn’t know if it’s the haze of the club or if it’s your perfume but she can’t stop the growing heat in her stomach.

God, Ellie Williams was a fucking idiot.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she watches your blissed out state. Your eyes find hers burning into your skin and your arms circle around her neck. She doesn’t realise just how close the two of you are into your breath fans against her lips.

Up close, your eyes dance across her nasal freckles, giddy as you familiarise yourself again with her lust frosted eyes.

“Kiss me.”

She didn’t need to tell you twice before your lips pressed to hers, hungry and desperate.

Her fingers dig into your hips, the clashes of teeth and tongue in your heated kiss are sure to get you kicked out with a single glance from the bouncer.

That’s why you’re in your bedroom, caged by her solid arms on either side of your head as you lay bare underneath her.

Thick fingers brush down the soft skin of your stomach as she keeps you indulged in a slow, deep and sensual kiss. With each pull for air, your head subconsciously lifts to follow her lips, whining softly at the loss of contact.

Clothes discarded on the floor long ago, your bare skin is only illuminated by the milky glow of the moonlight and the vanilla and patchouli scented candle burning on her night stand.

The pads of her fingers graze over the lips of your cunt, instantly slicked with your syrupy nectar.

She stands up, pulling you by your legs to the end of the bed. She hooks her hands under your knees and lifts them until they’re pressed just below your shoulders. Her tongue flattens against your clit and you drawl out a long moan.

She feasts as if she’s been starving for decades, sucking your clit into her mouth along with two of her thick digits that are knuckles-deep inside of you, curling and thrusting to massage your gummy walls.

Abby doesn’t even care about how messy she’s being, your juices already dripping down her knuckles onto your bedsheets. Your knees press together, thighs almost crushing Abby’s head as your push her away, begging her to stop before you burst.

Your hips squirm, loud whimpers leaving your lips as your clit is hit with cold air when Abby pulls away.

Her fingers speed up, hitting the spot that Ellie never managed to hit.

“Abby, no!” you begged, shaky hand fumbling for her wrist, “Stop! I feel- I’m gonna- ah!”.

It coats her face and her chest, dripping down her torso. Her jaw slacks as her lips part and you can see her tongue press to the roof of her mouth as she seems shocked.

You feel a small part of you die inside when she looks up at you, your head hitting the bed as you cover your face with your hands. Your legs fall slack on the bed as she moves and suddenly big hands case your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

“I’m sorry-”

“Why are you embarrassed?”.

You look at her, stumped.

“I-”.

You stop and Abby knows you’re holding back.

“Tell me, baby,” she says quietly, fingers curling under your chin, “why are you apologising? why are you sorry for having an orgasm?”.

You gulped and responded in a small voice, “Ellie didn’t like when I made a mess.”

Abby scoffed.

“If you squirting means I’m doing anything right, make all the mess you want, Princess.”

She senses your uneasiness, large hand travelling to grasp lightly around your throat.

“I promise you, angel,” she tilts her head, “when you’re with me, you’re gonna’ forget she ever existed.”

The slight pressure of her grasp around your neck elicits a gasp from your lips, quickly swallowing it with a kiss. Her tongue slips into your mouth as you grip her strong biceps for leverage. Her kisses have you cloudy minded and drunk on her taste, blissed dumb to the point where you begin to let your cunt control your words rather than your brain.

“Need you so bad,” you say between kisses, “want your cock, Abby.”

She smiles against your lips, pulling back to look at you.

“Need me to fuck this pretty little cunt, yeah? will that make ya’ feel better?” she teases, massaging your tits in her hands, “needa’ be fucked dumb, don’t you, Princess?”.

You nod, chewing your bottom lip until it’s red and swollen.

The eight and half inches of black and pink silicone slips into your velvety walls with ease, your toes curling as you let out strangled whines due to the stretch. Your honeyed juices coat the faux cock perfectly enough for Abby to push forward smoothly.

You squeal when a loud smack! rebounds off the plush skin of your ass.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”.

Her voice echoes in your ears, your eyelids dropping shut as you savour it all.

Her hand presses against your stomach, making your hips squirm slightly, “fills you up, doesn’t it?”.

She doesn’t give you time to nod before she begins her rhythm, hips snapping into yours beastly as she mercilessly fucks your cunt.

“Oh my god,” you cry out, “Abby!”.

The curve of it, the length and her rhythm. You can’t help yourself now with the sounds swirling in your chest, letting go as she ruins your pussy.

There’s a dainty jingling in her ear as she hooks your ankle over her shoulder, the gold anklet dangling by her hair.

Your eyes squeeze shut as she bursts through the barrier of a deep spot you didn’t even know you had. The tip pushes against the sweet new discovery, butterflies in your stomach and fire burning the pump of your veins. Your back arches and your fist clench your sheets.

“Fuck, right there!”.

She continues to fuck into that very spot as uncontrolled moans and gasps leave your mouth. Fingers brushing over your clit, she rubs circles into the puffy bud.

“Such a little whore for this cock, hey pretty?” she taunts, “my pretty baby.”

A sharp slap is felt on your clit, your hips jolting.

“Say it.”

Her hiss tone has your stomach in knots as your fingers tug at her short locks.

“ ‘m your pretty baby, Abby.”

“Good girl,” she coos, placing a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips.

Your screams got louder the closer you got to your orgasm, the coils in your stomach unravelling as Abby whispered sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

Your world becomes blurry and you’re disoriented by the pleasure, Abby’s lips marking your neck with dark hickeys.

“So good, oh my god!” you cry out, your fists in her hair are clenched now and Abby knows you’ve hit your high.

“Open your eyes, baby,” she says, hand stroking your jaw, “want you to see who’s making you cum like this.”

Your eyes crack open as much as they can in your fucked-out state and you look up at her. Oh, how you’ve missed her.

You could feel her deep in your gut, euphoric senses grasping your hazy brain as her hips stutter. She gives one last weak thrust before she pulls out.

You writher, weak and dazed, underneath her.

Milky, sweet cum leaks from your pussy, a thick layer of it covering Abby’s strap-on.

Quickly undoing it, she discarded it with the stored reminder to wash it when she gets up.

Her fingers hold your face, searching for any consciousness in your blank eyes.

“You okay?” she says softly, thumb running over your cheekbone.

You hum and give her a small smile.

“Never better.”

Ellie who?

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#┆ 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 ❀ #abby anderson #smut #the last of us #the last of us pt ii #x reader #female reader #lesbian #part 2 #reader insert #abby anderson smut #fic #oneshot #brainrot #drabble