#butch!fem reader

[scribbledghost]

Omg I love mas muscled and I'm literally so in love with your fem Ghost ideas! I don't know if you seen (but I'm sure you probably have) those videos where it was just pouring outside with girls in heels and their partner would carry them to the car or over the curb to not ruin their shoes, but I literally can't stop thinking of this scenario with fem Ghost and was hoping you could write it. No worries though if you can't!

So, I haven't seen those videos, but I can picture it so so vividly in my mind and you are correct that Fem Simon 100% would do this. I don't care how much you weigh, she's built like a brick house and can lift just as much. She can (and will) carry you. Also, I know Simon isn't exactly a feminine name, but damned if I can't come up with anything else, so she's still Simon lmao.

It was supposed to be a simple date - just a nice dinner, and maybe getting your groceries for the week if Simon could convince you to let her tag along (the last time she did, she paid for your groceries while you were distracted, leading to some good-natured bickering and the teasing promise that she'd never be allowed to go shopping with you again). Yet, somehow, in the middle of dinner, you'd looked out the restaurant window and had made a remark that it looked rather dark on the horizon.

A half hour later, when you were both heading out the door, the heavens opened and the rain began to pour.

Suddenly, Simon's thankful that she chose the black button-up shirt instead of the white.

"Don't suppose you brought an umbrella?" you ask sheepishly.

"No, can't say I did," she replies.

The rain continues for several more minutes, showing no sign of letting up. Simon's truck is close enough to the door, it's simply a matter of you both getting up the nerve to sprint to it in the downpour.

Puddles begin to appear, and suddenly Simon wishes she would've worn some sort of blazer to put down on it for you to step over so your shoes don't get soaked. Like the men always did in those old-fashioned romance movies her mum used to watch.

Hell, she'd walk outside, lie face-down in the water, and let you tread on her back all the way to the truck if you asked her to. But that's a different matter.

The two of you wait a few more minutes for any sign of the rain letting up, but no sign of luck appears. And as much as Simon loves spending time simply being in your presence, she'd much rather do it in the comfort of your home or hers.

Then, suddenly, as she watches another couple sprint towards a nearby car, she gets an idea. She's quick to clue you in, as she'll need your aid.

"You want to what?" you ask through light laughter.

"Carry you," Simon repeats. "I'll carry you to the truck, you just need to open the door when I get there. Hands'll be full, y'know."

"Why on earth would you want to carry me?"

For a moment, she contemplates telling you the truth - that she likes holding you, likes taking care of you, and likes showing off her strength (purely because she knows you like her showing off) - but she reconsiders.

"Gotta keep your shoes from soaking through," she eventually says. "Y'said they're new, right? Be a shame to get 'em wet."

"Hm?" you say, then look down. "Oh, yeah, I hadn't thought of that... guess chivalry isn't dead after all, huh?"

"Chivalry ain't dead, love," Simon says with a crooked grin, "she's just a butch."

Then, without warning, she scoops you into her arms, one hooking beneath your knees and the other supporting your back. She'll have to tease you later about the little squeal you let out when she lifts you.

She wastes no time sprinting through the chilled rain and towards her truck, both of you laughing along the way. Once you get there, you open the passenger side door just long enough for her to sit you on the seat and retreat towards the driver side.

It was a valiant effort. Nevertheless, you're both soaked.

A moment of silence stretches between you two until Simon turns her head and catches your eye. Suddenly, laughter bubbles to the surface, filling the cab and her heart near to bursting.

You let her kiss you for the first time in that parking lot.

#where is my chivalrous butch lady where is sheeeeee #fem simon #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost scribbles

[kittyt-hexxed]

I Wanna Kiss You

Ellie Williams x Tall!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: Controlling!Dina, Mentions of gangs, Hiding hanging out with a female friend from an overbearing partner, yearning, tracing tattoos, tender moments, kissing, sharing dessert

Summary: You finally meet Jesse’s friends after somehow avoiding them for a few years. You and Ellie hit it off and become friends, although you slowly become more than that.

The backyard was filled with laughter as you and your friends hang out at the pool. There is music playing in the background, various alcoholic drinks at the bar, and discarded bikini tops hanging around. Your roommate Jesse was supposed to be away on a camping trip for a week, so you planned a small party with your friends. The two of you are childhood friends and you chose to get a place together when the time to move out came around. Since your house is in a very private area, the girls liked to go braless and enjoy the sun. It was something you did when Jesse wouldn’t be home for a day or two so you could let loose.

“Heads up!” Addison calls out as the volleyball comes towards you. You jump up and send the ball back over the net. More of the girls join in on the game and it’s three against three while someone refs. You play a few rounds, cracking jokes about looking like you’re in an anime, and lowkey trying to knock someone out.

“HOLY SHIT!” You screech, dodging the ball that nearly hit you in the face, “You did that on purpose!” You gape at Riley who’s cracking up.

“Sorry, Y/n! I couldn’t help myself!” Riley laughs, making the others laugh too.

“Y/N!” You hear Jesse shout and you whirl around to see him standing in the doorway.

“JESSE?!” You shout in confusion, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK SO SOON?!”

“COME HERE!” Jesse waves you inside before he vanishes. You groan but get out of the pool and toss a towel over your shoulders to cover your chest. ‘Why’s he back so soon? And what does he even want? At least it’ll give me time to figure out a prank against Riley.’ You pause in the doorway when you see your living room full of people. ‘Maybe I should have put my top back on…’ You think idly but shrug and walk into the living room.

“You must be Jesse’s friends.” You say as you walk into the living room, startling the people and turning to you, “I didn’t expect any of you to be back until Sunday.”

“Damn, and who are you?” One of the guys wolf-whistles, making you roll your eyes. ‘Ugh, I know I’m not completely dressed but really? Could you be any more annoying the first time you meet someone?’ The girl next to him slaps him on the arm with a glare.

“You must be Y/n, Jesse’s roommate.” A black-haired girl says, “With the...underboob tattoo.” She motions underneath her chest. You glance down at yourself, catching sight of the colorful ink on your skin. ‘Is she… judging my tattoo?’

“Yup, and you are…?”

“Dina. Jesse’s best friend. I’ve been here like a hundred times.” Dina raises an eyebrow. ‘Ah, the ex-girlfriend. He still hangs with her?’ A flicker of annoyance goes through you. You weren’t a big fan of her after what she did to Jesse.

“And I haven’t seen you one time.” You shrug, “Speaking of my childhood friend, where is he? I didn’t come inside to dry off.” You put a hand on your hip, feeling the water running down your body.

“I’m here. Don’t get your bikini in a twist.” Jesse comes into the living room with an auburn-haired woman. You lock eyes with her - a beautiful green - before you take in her appearance. High tops, black jeans, a band tee, and a wrist covered in bracelets. ‘Damn, she’s exactly the kind of woman I’d go for. She’s got tats, too. Not to mention a gorgeous face.’

“Who’s this with you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“This is Ellie. I’ve mentioned her to you before. My friend from college and Dina’s new girlfriend.” Jesse motions to her. ‘Really?’ You bite your lip to stop yourself from frowning. You’re feeling quite attracted to her and she hasn’t even spoken to you, yet.

“Hey. You must be Y/n.” Ellie’s voice is slightly raspy but soothing, and her friendly tone catches your attention. ‘Fuck, she has a nice voice, too.’

“That I am.” You nod, “Now why did you call me in here, and why are you home two days ahead of schedule?”

“One of the guys got caught in an illegal bear trap so we had to rush him to the hospital. The rest of us decided to come home after that.” Jesse tosses you his phone, “Is it alright if they crash for the night? I’ll set the basement room up so they’re not in the living room.” You wince at the pictures of the wound. They warn people about illegal traps, to stay on the regular hiking paths, and this was a glaring reminder. ‘This is why I don’t go camping with Jesse and his friends. I swear he loses his brain cells every time he does.’

“Yeah, that’s fine. The girls are spending the night, but they’re going to sleep in my room.” You toss his phone back, “So, who’s everyone here?”

“That’s Abby, Owen, Mel, Manny, and Dina. You just met Ellie. The others are at the hospital.” Jesse points them out. You mentally tag Owen as the one who whistled at you. ‘I’ll be staying away from him.’

“Hey, Y/n?” You hear Addison from behind you.

“Yeah?” You turn around.

“The girls are starting to get hungry.” Addison says, “So, I think it’s time we order the sandwiches.”

“Okay, I’ll make the call, and I’ll join you girls back outside in a moment. Let them know Jesse’s friends are here, so they can put their bikinis back on if they’re not comfortable with staying topless.”

“Got it.” Addison nods, eyes flicking over your shoulder, “Hey, Jesse.” She winks before heading back outside. You catch a slight blush on Jesse’s face and grin to yourself. ‘I really need to set those two up. They clearly like each other yet neither of them has made a move!’

“You guys are swimming around topless?” Mel questions, a confused look on her face, “Doesn’t that feel awkward?”

“No.” You shrug, “Jess, can you-”

“They’ve already been ordered.” Jesse grins, flashing his phone at you to show you the confirmation page. ‘God, I love him! I didn’t even have to ask!’

“You’re the best friend ever!” You throw your arms around him, kissing him on the cheek, “Anyway, I’m heading back into the pool so I’ll see you around.” You wave at everyone, briefly locking eyes with Ellie, before making your way back out. ‘Ellie is attractive and definitely someone I’d like a chance with. Too bad she’s dating Dina.’ You sigh.

~

“It feels weird seeing Ellie after so many years.” Riley says as you lock your room door. You and the girls were exhausted after a long day of hanging in the pool. You stayed out until after midnight since your little get-together was being cut short. Everyone showered and grabbed their stuff from downstairs, so you were going to hang out until you got tired enough to sleep. The air mattress was set up and placed at the foot of your bed, so three of your friends were sleeping there and the other two would be sleeping with you.

“Is that why she looked so awkward next to you?” Lisa grins, getting comfortable on the air mattress, “You know each other?”

“We went to the same boarding school, and we dated for a little while. At least, until I ran away and joined the Fireflies.” Riley chuckles, “I’m surprised she’s with… what’s her name again?”

“Dina.” You say, plopping on the bed next to her, “Why are you surprised they’re together?”

“Yeah, why?” Addison gives her an intrigued look. When your food arrived, you all went inside to eat and hung out with Jesse and his friends for a bit. You could tell that there was something between Ellie and Riley by the surprise on both of their faces. You felt a little silly not having connected the dots that Jesse’s friend was the ex-girlfriend Riley talked about.

“No offense but Dina seems… a little bland for her. The Ellie I know is very outgoing and loves to do crazy things. We used to sneak out together and climb rooftops in Old Boston. We’ve even done graffiti.” Riley sighs, “The Ellie I saw in there was quietly sitting by her girlfriend and not joining in the card game. She loves playing Uno! I mean- I don’t know. People change, I guess.”

“Damn… Well, Y/n was totally into her.” Maddie smirks up at you.

“Maddie!” You gasp.

“No, no. Don’t try to deny it.” Stephanie playfully wags her finger at you, “You were eyeing her! I saw it!”

“Ellie is your type.” Riley adds on, only making the situation worse. Everyone was grinning at you, including Riley, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

“Okay, yeah. I’m into Ellie. But! She’s with Dina and I don’t go after taken women.” You jab Addison who you know was going to tease you, “Besides, this is the one time I’ll be seeing her. So…” You shrug.

“Well, you can date her.” Riley says, “Even though she’s my ex, I don’t care if you date her. Hell, you’ll be perfect for her. If she’s ever single and into you.”

“Yes!” Lisa cheers, “Girl code won’t get in the way!”

“Speaking of girl code. Addison.” You smirk, “When are you going to ask Jesse out?” You watch as Addison’s face goes pink, making you snicker.

“He’s your roommate.” Addison clears her throat, “I shouldn’t date him.”

“Bullshit!” The girls chorus and you throw a pillow at her.

“You know Y/n’s actively encouraging you to date him!” Maddie hits her leg, “Ask him out! He’s into you, dummy!”

“Ugh, fine!” Addison groans, falling back on the bed, “I’ll do it in the morning.”

“YES!” You all cheer. After that, you continue to talk until you get tired. Everyone mutually agrees to head to bed, and you get comfortable before turning the lights out.

It’s only been an hour since you fell asleep, but you woke up and couldn't go back to bed. This was normal for you, so you were heading to the kitchen to make some tea. The only light in the house comes from the nightlights you have in the hallways. It made it easier to walk around at night, especially because your rooms are upstairs. You raise an eyebrow when you notice that the light is on, and pause when you see Ellie sitting at the island. ‘She’s awake this late? Did she have trouble sleeping, too?’

“Hey.” You say softly, making Ellie look up from the counter.

“H-Hey.” Ellie’s eyes widen in surprise, not a sign of sleep in them, “You’re up late.”

“I usually am, but this time I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” You take two mugs out, “What about you? Late night owl or insomniac?”

“Both.” Ellie chuckles, “Except this time, I’m just overthinking some things.”

“Would you like some chamomile tea?” You click on the kettle so it’ll heat up.

“That would be nice, thank you.” Ellie gives you a small smile. With a nod, you grab the tea leaves and the diffusers and place them into the cups. You didn’t like using tea bags, preferring to use the loose leaves instead. You take the seat across from her, waiting for the water to boil. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, not really knowing what to say. You get up and pour the water into the cups when the kettle clicks off.

“Here you go.” You place the mug in front of her, “Let it sit for a few minutes, and then you can add in the honey.”

“Thank you.” Ellie pulls the mug closer to her, “Do you… do that often?”

“Do what?” You question, placing the honey on the counter.

“Swim topless?” Ellie says quietly, a soft blush on her cheeks.

“Not often. The girls and I only do it when Jesse isn’t around. For the girls with bigger chests, it’s relaxing when they can’t feel the weight and it’s honestly nice not having to cover up all the time.” You take out your diffuser and start mixing in the honey, “I would’ve put my top back on if I knew other people were here.” You chuckle.

“That sounds nice.” Ellie smiles, “Although, I don’t really have any boobs.” She motions to her chest. Your eyes follow her movement, looking at her chest for a moment before you focus back on your tea. ‘I shouldn’t have looked, but my eyes followed her hand.’

“That doesn’t matter. Boobs are boobs.” You shrug, “I’m going to play with them no matter the size.” Ellie chokes on her tea as you take a sip of yours. You watch in amusement as she coughs. ‘I didn’t think she’d react like that to my statement, but it’s true. It doesn’t matter the size, boobs are amazing no matter what.’

“Sorry-” Ellie coughs again, “I didn’t expect you to say that so casually.”

“I’m sorry.” You chuckle, “I’m used to Jesse and my friends. We talk very bluntly about stuff like that.”

“How have you been friends with Jesse for so long and you’re just now meeting us?”

“I give him space to hang out with you guys, and I tend to schedule with my friends around that. Jesse only knows some of my friends because we grew up together.” You take a sip of your tea, pleased with the taste.

“Well, it was nice to talk with you today.” Ellie says, taking the diffuser out of her cup, “I’m sorry about what Dina said about your tattoo. I think it looks great. The line work is clean, and the shading is well done. I liked it.”

“Thank you.” You feel yourself blush, “It’s a piece I planned out myself. I’ve always found tattoos like that beautiful and wanted to get one… It hurt like a bitch though.” You chuckle.

“It for sure hurt more than mine.” Ellie grins and holds her arm out to you, slowly turning it so you can see the whole piece. It was a moth with a few fern leaves. Simple but elegant in its own way.

“It’s beautiful.” You run your fingers over it without thinking, “Does it have any special meaning?” There was something you found so attractive about tattoos, especially when they were on a cute woman like Ellie.

“It has to do with my adoptive dad and my past.” Ellie shivers at your touch but doesn’t acknowledge it, “I got this and he has something similar.”

“That’s cool.” You smile, “Cute, even.”

“Cute?” Ellie raises an eyebrow, “The girl at the tattoo studio told me I’d be scary, not cute. I think I have to get my money back.” She jokes, making you giggle.

“I’m sorry, but any tattoo on you would be cute. Even if it was a skeleton covered in blood or something.” You say teasingly, “That’s just the kind of vibe you give off.”

“Yeah? Well, your tattoo perfectly fits the mysterious girl-next-door vibe you give off.” Ellie winks, drinking from her cup as you laugh. Jesse used to joke about that when you were younger as you lived next door to him. The two of you would playfully complain to your parents that if he was a girl, you could’ve dated him. His mother would tease him and say that his hair was long enough to qualify him as one as it used to be down his back.

“Do you really get that vibe from me?” You grin at her.

“This is my first time meeting you, so… mysterious? Check. And, from everything Jesse has told me about you… girl-next-door? Check.” Ellie grins back.

“Jesse talks about me?” You raise an eyebrow, “My Jesse?”

“Yes, he talks about you.” Ellie chuckles, “You’re a part of his entire life. How could he not talk about you?” You meet her eyes, seeing them shine in the kitchen light. ‘They’re such a vivid green. I don’t think I’ve seen this shade before.’

“Tell me more.” You push your empty cup to the side.

“About?” Ellie gives you an amused smile, doing the same.

“Yourself. How about you tell me how you met Jesse?” You rest your head on your hand.

“Oh, man.” Ellie’s giggling and she hasn’t even said anything yet, “It’s a hilarious story.”

In the morning, you’re being hauled out of bed by a nervous Addison. So your group takes their time getting ready, wondering what to get for breakfast when Maddie brings up açaí bowls. You’re all instantly agreeing and you whip your phone out of your pocket to pull up the store’s website. The girls give you their orders and you add one for Jesse who was sure to strangle you in your sleep if you didn’t get him one.

After putting on your converse, you grab your bag and head downstairs with the girls. Riley would be the one going with you while everyone else sets up outside. You’d be heading back into the pool after breakfast and then the girls would be leaving before lunch. When you get downstairs, you see Jesse and his friends sitting around and drinking coffee. You and Ellie exchange smiles. Your conversation from last night was a fun one that was brought to an end when you could barely keep yourself awake.

“Morning, guys!” You chirp, “Riley and I are heading out for a food run. The girls and I ordered açaí bowls for breakfast. Did you guys eat already?”

“You ordered açaí bowls?!” Ellie jumps up from her seat on the couch, “Can I come with you? I fucking love them!” You and Riley share a look, your friend winking at you to show that she supported it. ‘What does she have planned?’ You groan internally.

“Sure thing, Els!” Riley responds. Ellie grins and comes over to the two of you, tucking her phone into her jacket pocket as she does.

“You’re going to get me one, right?” Jesse pouts.

“I already ordered yours.” You nod, “Send me the money when you get a chance.” With that, the three of you head for your car where Riley insists that Ellie sit up front with you. There’s an awkward hesitation, but Ellie slides into the passenger seat and you glare at Riley over the top of the car. Your friend smiles cheekily, ducking into the backseat as you sigh and hop in. The drive to the store is surprisingly full of energy as the three of you fall into conversation. Ellie and Riley take the time to reminisce on their childhood, telling you about some of the things they did together. You were happy that you were parked when they told you about the prank they played on their house monitor because you burst out laughing.

You all have large grins on your face when you go into the store. Riley goes straight to the pickup while you and Ellie continue talking on your way to the counter. You idly scan the room while Ellie looks at the order board, seeing two elderly women sitting down and drinking smoothies. ‘Early birds, huh?’ You smile to yourself, turning back to the board.

“Did you decide what you want to get?” You question Ellie.

“Ah, I wanted to try something new but I’m stuck between Chocolate Dreams and Sunset Crush.” Ellie pouts. ‘Awe, cute.’

“Well, do you want something sweet or are you going fruity?”

“I can’t go fruity if I’m already gay, Y/n.” Ellie playfully bumps your shoulder with hers, “You of all people should know that.”

“Then there’s your answer! Go for the chocolate one since you’re already so fruity.” You bump her shoulder in return. Ellie laughs and orders her bowl as Riley comes bounding over with the two bags that have your orders. It’s not long before Ellie gets handed her bowl and she comes over to you two with an excited grin.

“Excuse me?” A soft voice says from behind you. You turn around to see those elderly women from earlier giving you kind smiles.

“Oh, yes?” You smile sweetly, “Can I help you with something?”

“No, dear. We just wanted to say that it’s wonderful to see you and your girlfriend be openly affectionate like that. I wish I could have done that with my wife.” She smiles affectionately at the woman next to her. ‘Awe, they’re together… Wait, did she just call Ellie and me girlfriends?’ You pause. You open your mouth to tell them that you’re only friends when Riley speaks up before you.

“They’re such a cute couple!” Riley gushes, “I tell them this all the time. I’m so jealous of their relationship.”

“You’ll get there one of these days.” The woman pats Riley on the shoulder and smiles at you three, “Have a great day, girls… and don’t stop showing your love for each other.” They walk out holding hands before you can tell them you’re not with Ellie.

“Let’s go!” Riley guides you and Ellie to the front doors, you holding it open for them.

“Riley.” Ellie clears her throat, “...Did you tell those women that Y/n and I are dating?”

“Yup!” Riley chirps, waiting for you to open the car door for her.

“Why?!” You and Ellie shout, “We’re not together!”

“Come on, guys.” Riley pouts, “They looked so happy! I didn’t have the heart to tell them otherwise.” You groan and open the door for her, grumpily getting into the car. The whole drive back to your house, the three of you go back and forth on what Riley said. You and Ellie weren’t together and it didn’t feel right to say that you were when she was in a relationship. Sure you aren’t a big fan of Dina, but that didn’t make it right. Besides, attraction aside, you just met her! When you get back to the house, Riley jumps out of the car and you groan.

“...You know, she’s right.” Ellie sighs, “I wouldn’t have had the courage to tell them otherwise. Who wants to upset elderly ladies?”

“I know.” You sigh, “I wouldn’t have been able to, either. It just startled me, but it’s something Ry does.”

“Trust me, I know.” Ellie laughs, “Oh! By the way, give me your number?”

“Why?” You raise an eyebrow but take her phone from her.

“Dina doesn’t like açaí bowls, and sometimes I don’t want to go alone. I need a buddy to go with me, so I’m volunteering you.” Ellie grins. You laugh and put your number in her phone.

“I can get behind that.” You grin at her, “Just send me an S.O.S when you need an impromptu bowl run.”

“Great!” Ellie texts your phone and you add her number, “Look out because I’ll be texting you sooner than you think.”

“I look forward to it.” You smile.

Ellie was right when she said she’d text you sooner than you thought. It was only three days later when your phone pinged and she was asking you to tag along. The whole thing started with getting açaí bowls together, and then you invited her to go shopping with you one day. Soon, you and Ellie were hanging out at least twice a week when either of you got bored or wanted a friend to hang around with. There were things that she wanted to do but didn’t want to do alone. Abby - who is her childhood best friend - is a bounty hunter and can be gone for weeks at a time. With Jesse being the head of the ranger patrol, he worked long shifts on the days he was out and came home exhausted. Dina didn’t like the things Ellie loved, but you did, so it became obvious to ask you to tag along.

Over the next few months, you realized that Riley was right. It was like there were two different sides to Ellie. When it was the two of you, she was bouncing from the walls and talking like she couldn’t stop. She lays across you when hanging out on the couch or bed, likes holding your hand, and is a touchy person. You also learned that Ellie could be loud. Her laughter, her shouting, and even her voice gets louder when she’s excited or passionate about something. Yet, when you were on the phone and Dina comes around or she talks about her girlfriend, Ellie seems to deflate. It confused you - concerned you - but you didn’t ask about it, not wanting to be invasive on a topic that might be sensitive.

The more you hang out with her, the more you realize that you’re falling for her. Your heart would beat a little faster when she laid on top of you or when she gave you a smile that made her eyes shine. You had to clamp down on your feelings for her, choosing to keep your friendship and respect her relationship. Although, you found yourself acting on impulse a few times when it came to her. You’d buy something that you knew she’d like - a space pin, a pack of stickers, and a band or graphic tee. For her birthday, you went shopping for her gift before her party and Ellie excitedly squealed when she saw friendship bracelets. She rambled about how she never got to wear any when she was younger because she moved around so often, so you got a pair that has a little bat wing charm and connects when you hold hands. You didn’t go to her party since you already had plans with your friend group, but she called you later with all of the details. And, it wasn’t long before Jesse approached you about your little crush.

“Hey, Y/n?” Jesse questions as he hands your sushi roll, “When were you going to tell me about your crush on Ellie?” You pause, sushi halfway to your mouth that you slowly put back down into the container.

“I was planning on telling you when it went away.” You sheepishly smile, “Not even Ellie knows. I don’t want to complicate her relationship.”

“I’m your best friend! You should tell me these things so I can tease you about them.” Jesse whines, “I’m also your wingman! I can’t do my job if you’re not giving me the details.”

“Exactly! You’re my best friend and you’re also one of Ellie’s friends. What if you say something to her accidentally?” You huff, stuffing a piece of sushi in your mouth.

“I wouldn’t do that!” Jesse gasps, “I’ve never done that!”

“...Leah Hale from high school.” You deadpan.

“Oh.” Jesse blinks, “Right… Leah.”

“Mhm.” You hum, nodding your head, “To be fair, it was that one time, but I don’t want to chance anything with Ellie.”

“Yeah, I get that. Dina can be insanely jealous at times, too. If she knew you were into her?” Jesse sighs, “I told Ellie I didn’t care if she dated Dina, but I warned her about her. She seems to be a bit better with Ellie, but I’ve noticed that Els kinda loses herself when Dina’s around. I don’t pry but… I worry. I’m glad she has you around for company when I’m unavailable.”

“Is that why she doesn’t have friends?” You frown, connecting the dots, “Ellie said you’re the only close friend in her life.”

“Probably. I didn’t tell you, but Dina would try and keep me from hanging out with my friends. It helped that I’m closer to Ellie, Abby, and Manny. But, she liked to be with me every time I was free. I’d have to make plans in advance and not tell her about them.”

“Jess… Why didn’t you tell me about this?” You ask softly, moving over to hug him.

“Because I know you.” Jesse chuckles, voice thick with emotion, “Even though you’re not affiliated with the Corvids anymore, I’m sure you would’ve found a way for her to go missing. You’ve always been protective over me and my mother.”

“Damn right.” You nudge him, making him smile at you.

“Can you check on Ellie for me?” Jesse rubs his hands together, “Just… make sure she’s okay? I can’t do it with my busier schedule in preparation for the winter. If Dina is anything like how she was with me…”

“Don’t worry, Jess. I’ve got her.” You smile at him, “Now, is that everything about your relationship with Dina?”

“That’s everything.” Jesse nods, “I told you most of it, except for that… only took me four months to admit.” The two of you chuckle. You get up and head into the kitchen for the cheesecake you bought as dessert. The two of you like to indulge every once in a while, and when you found out the bakery had a midnight chocolate cheesecake Jesse immediately purchased it. So you cut two generous slices, plate them, and zip back out to the living room.

“Y/N, THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS IS ON!” Jesse screams just as you come out of the kitchen.

“TURN IT UP!” You scream, hurriedly sitting down and shoving his plate into his hands. The two of you curl up on the couch, turning the lights out to fully enjoy the movie. You make a mental note to text Ellie once it’s over, digging into your cheesecake and throwing your legs over Jesse’s.

Ellie lets out a yawn as Dina gets up and goes into the bathroom she just came from. Her eyes land on her strap on the floor and she sighs, internally reminding herself to get a new one. This one was one Dina had specifically told her to get after she threw away her old one. Dina’s reasoning was that she didn’t want to use something someone else used. It confused Ellie because she thoroughly cleaned her sex toys after every use, using cleaners specifically for them. But, she wasn’t about to go grab a silicone dildo from the trash so she relented.

As she’s pulling her boxers on, her phone vibrates and Ellie picks it up. A flicker of excitement goes through her when she sees Y/n’s name. ‘Hey there, Ellie-bean! Are you able to FaceTime tonight?’ Ellie bites her lip, feeling her mood go down when she realizes that she can’t video call with Y/n. If there was one thing Ellie knew better than to do around Dina, it was to talk to any of her friends. Her girlfriend tended to sit in or insert herself during conversations, sometimes hanging up the phone when she didn’t want Ellie talking. That’s why she had to keep her friendship with Y/n a secret. She didn’t want it to turn out like her friendship with Abby, where they only text if they’re not hanging out in person. Abby didn’t like not being able to have private conversations with Ellie, especially with her line of work. She didn’t want something like that happening with Y/n, too.

‘Sorry, Y/n/n. I’m with Dina right now. We can meet up tomorrow after my shift if you’d like?’ Ellie puts her phone back down, making sure to put it on do not disturb before she finishes getting ready for bed. As she cleans and disinfects her strap, she can’t help but think about Y/n. Ellie was thankful for her being in her life. She brought a lot more joy and actually gave Ellie someone to do things with. Having to keep her a secret was a price she had to pay for a solid friendship. She didn’t want to give it up.

“Are you ready to go to bed, babe?” Dina wraps her arms around Ellie, and surprisingly, Ellie doesn’t feel the same warmth she usually does.

“I’ll join you after I wash this off and put it away.” Ellie motions to the dildo.

“Okay, but don’t take too long.” Dina frowns. Ellie doesn’t say anything as she moves to the bathroom to wash off the disinfectant. ‘Why didn’t I feel anything? The same thing happened earlier during sex. I was in the mood at first and then it kind of fizzled out.’ She sighs to herself, drying off the toy before heading out and tucking it into a silk bag. As she’s putting it into the drawer, her phone starts ringing and makes her curse. Ellie slams the drawer shut, whirling around and rushing to answer whoever’s calling when she sees the little bee emoji. ‘Abby? Shit, why is she calling so late?!’ She sees Dina glaring out of the corner of her eye as she answers it.

“Abs?” Ellie is immediately going to her room door, “Is everything okay?”

“I’m outside your house. Put on your shoes 'cause we’re going for a drive.” Abby says, “Bring your wallet, too. Tell Dina you’ll be back in two hours.” Ellie pauses, going into her closet instead of through the door.

“You know it's 1 am, right?” Ellie snorts, shoving her feet into her crocs.

“I’m well aware. Wear your crocs, we’re going to our spot.” Abby hangs up, before Ellie can reply so she shoves her phone into her pocket. She could feel the dread in her as she leaves the closet and sees Dina’s glare once again. Ellie swallows hard and tries to calm herself down as she opens her mouth to speak.

“I’m heading out with Abby. It’s an emergency. I’ll be back in two hours!” Ellie says as she opens the door and runs out before Dina can respond. ‘I’m so screwed when I come back. I’ll be lucky to go to bed without an argument tonight,’ She sighs to herself but perks up at the thought of seeing her best friend. Abby’s car is waiting in the driveway by the main house, and Ellie runs over and hops into the car. She and Abby grin at each other as she puts her seatbelt on and they pull out of the driveway. They don’t say anything until they’re on the main road and a good distance from the house.

“So why are you picking me up so late?” Ellie questions, turning to look at her friend.

“We need to talk.” Abby responds, briefly glancing at her, “Like, seriously need to talk. That’s why we’re going to the lake. It’s the quietest place to talk and Dina doesn’t know where we hang out so even if she comes looking for us, she won’t find us.”

“Something tells me this is about Dina.”

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner!” Abby grins. It takes a bit of time to get to the lake but in ten minutes, they’re getting out of the car. Abby grabs a thick blanket from the trunk of her car, and the two of them start walking to the lake. The only light they have is from their phones, but it’s enough for them to get where they’re going. When they find their regular area, they lay out the blanket and Abby drops a wooden box onto the ground. Ellie grins and opens it, pulling out the blunts that they rolled last week. She lights one and eagerly takes a drag before offering it to Abby.

“Go ahead and say what you’ve gotta say.” Ellie sighs, leaning against her friend.

“I know you have a crush on Y/n.” Abby pokes her, making Ellie jolt in surprise.

“What?! I don’t have a crush on Y/n!” Ellie denies.

“Don’t lie to me, Miller. I know you. You’ve been talking to me about Y/n instead of Dina and don’t think I didn’t notice the new bracelet on your arm.” Abby scoffs, “You’re head over heels for her.” Ellie’s gaze goes down to her arm where the bracelet sits on its own. Ever since she got it, she didn’t want to take it off unless she had to. The meaning behind it meant a lot to her. But crushing on Y/n? She didn’t want to admit it, but now that Abby pointed it out… she was. Things with Dina just didn’t feel the way they used to and granted that still wasn’t the best. Then, Y/n showed up. This tall, mysterious woman caught her interest the moment she saw her. She was the reason Ellie couldn’t sleep that night, uncomfortable with the way Dina had reacted toward her. After having that conversation, Ellie couldn’t get enough of her.

“Shit.” Ellie curses, sighing before she takes the blunt, “I am into Y/n. Really into Y/n.”

“Wait, did you not realize this?” Abby snickers.

“No. Not until you pointed it out.” Ellie inhales, taking another puff, “What the fuck do I do?”

“Leave Dina.” Abby says bluntly, “She’s controlling and overbearing. Leave her and go after the woman you want.”

You were running around your kitchen and trying to get everything set up before Ellie got here. Late last night, she asked if she could come over for dinner and you agreed. You knew how much she likes your eggplant parmesan, so you ran to the grocery store to get the things you needed for it. You also grabbed some oreo mousse from the bakery and blushed when you realized why you were doing this. In the back of your mind, you tried to remind yourself that it was only for a friend but you knew you were lying to yourself. And when you heard the doorbell ring, you nearly jumped out of your skin. With a deep breath, smoothing down your skirt, you head to the door and give Ellie a bright smile. Ellie was dressed in a way you’d never seen before. She was wearing a button-up with the first three buttons undone that’s showing some of her chest and partially tucked into her jeans. You swallow, feeling a little tongue-tied at her appearance as you try to fight a blush.

“Hey...” You breathe out, internally cursing at yourself.

“Hey.” Ellie gives you a nervous smile, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah! Yeah, come on in.” You get out of the way and let her inside. Ellie slips off her converses and the two of you head into the living room. You were still nervous about what you were going to say to her. How do you approach someone about their girlfriend? ‘This is crazy. I feel like I should have texted her about this instead, but this isn’t a text conversation. Ahhh, let this go by quickly! Damn Jesse for spending the night at Addison’s!’

“I cooked eggplant parmesan since I knew you were going to come over after patrol.” You smile at her, walking into the kitchen. Ellie watches you as you plate the food, her gaze on you a little more intense than you’re used to. It makes you feel a little self-conscious, glancing down at your outfit before you’re handing her a plate. The two of you sit at the dining table, sharing a shy glance before you’re digging into your food. Maybe it was nerves or the growing tension between the two of you, but you don’t speak a word to each other. You go through the whole meal without talking until you’re taking the plates to the sink.

“So, um…” Ellie clears her throat, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Ah… I wanted to ask you about your relationship. A-About how you and Dina are doing?” You ask, your back turned as you wash the dishes so you don’t see her startled look.

“Dina and I…? I actually broke up with her last night.” Ellie tries to say casually but you can hear the shakiness in her voice. You nearly drop the plate in your hands when she says that. Your heart pounds as you put it into the drying rack. ‘They broke up last night? Why? Is Ellie okay?’

“Are you okay? What happened?” You turn and look at her as you dry your hands.

"Dina and I got into a huge fight.” Ellie sighs, “I was out with Abby and she blew up on me when I got back. Dina didn’t like when I hung out with other people, especially when she was with me. She was just… very controlling in that aspect. She wanted it to be just her and I. And I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I’m so sorry you went through that Ellie.” You hug her and she rests her head against your shoulder, “Why don’t we grab the dessert and go up to my room to relax?”

“That’s fine with me.” Ellie nods, stepping out of your arms. You feel a little sad that she’s not in your arms anymore, but you grab the large container of mousse and two spoons. Ellie takes the spoons from you, grabs your hand and you hear a soft click as the charms connect. You feel your cheeks heat up at the warm feeling of her hand in yours. The two of you head up to your room, tossing the beanbags to the foot of the bed and snuggling up on them. You turn the television on, go onto Netflix and search for a movie to watch. Your heart is still pounding in your chest and you bite your lip. ‘She just broke up with Dina. I shouldn’t tell her that I’m into her… but I want to so badly. I want her to know that I like her as more than a friend.’

“Hey, Y/n? I have something else to say.” Ellie pops the container open and scoops out a generous amount of the mousse before turning to you, “I have a crush on you.” She shoves the spoon into her mouth and your eyes go wide. ‘She took the words out of my mouth.’

“That makes this so much easier!” You start laughing, “I have a crush on you, Ellie! I just didn’t want to say anything because you were in a relationship.”

“Well, shit! I was nervous for nothing then!” Ellie laughs with you.

“Why don’t we take this slow?” You offer, “You just got out of a relationship, and I don’t want to force you into a new one.”

“That’s fine with me.” Ellie nods, “But I do want cuddles from you.” You giggle and the two of you snuggle up with each other and become engrossed in the movie. At some point, you shyly asked Ellie if you could feed her some of the mousse and she let you. She asked if she could do it to you in return and you happily agreed. You were feeling fuzzy, but content with the fact that your feelings were out in the open. Ellie’s hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine, turning your attention to the tattoo on her arm. You smile and gently trace the lines of Ellie’s tattoo, paying close attention to the leaves of the ferns and admiring it.

“Can I see yours?” Ellie asks softly. You meet her eyes, thinking it over a bit.

“Yeah, but um I’d have to take my bra off to show you the whole piece.”

“T-That’s okay with me if it’s comfortable with you.” Ellie blushes.

“I’m okay with it.” You chuckle, “Come on.” You get off the bean bags, take your shirt off and toss it onto the end of your bed. With a flick of your fingers, your bra unhooks and you place it on top of your shirt. You lay down on the bed, guiding Ellie to sit next to you and she gets to see the entirety of your tattoo. Silently, you watch as she reaches out and shiver when her fingers caress beneath your breast.

“It’s so delicate.” Ellie whispers, her finger gliding over the thin lines and tickling you. You can’t help but get lost in the way it looks like she has a halo of light around her. ‘I know we’re supposed to be taking this slow, but her lips look so kissable.’

“Els?” You whisper, waiting for Ellie to meet your eyes before you speak, “Can I kiss you?”

“What happened to taking it slow?” Ellie smiles in amusement.

“You had to look so kissable.” You playfully pout. Ellie chuckles, but leans down and kisses you. It's sweet and tender with her hand resting on your side. Her lips are chapped and slightly rough against yours but you didn’t mind. If anything, it drove home that you were kissing Ellie and it wasn’t a dream. A thought pops into your mind and you break the kiss, stretching over to stick your hand into your bedside drawer.

“What are you doing?” Ellie raises an eyebrow. You grin at her as you pull out your chapstick, popping it open and putting some on your lips.

“I thought you needed some chapstick.” You giggle, grabbing her by her shirt and pulling her into another kiss. You’d be taking this relationship slowly, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t share a few kisses here and there.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #tall reader #short butch tall fem dynamic #Youtube

[thateclecticbitch]

Stede and Ed are literally both fem in their own ways yall just need to stop using queer men's self-expression as a justification for why they have to imitate heterosexual bedroom dynamics in your fanfiction.

#I am saying this as both an avid fanfic reader #And a gay trans man who has spent time in actual irl queer men's spaces #Queer men and their relationships can't be neatly categorized into butch=pitcher and fem=catcher #Gay men are rarely ever exclusively tops or bottoms anyway #And Blackbonnet could be Sides for all we fuckin know #Bet you've never heard of that #gay culture #stede bonnet #edward teach #ed teach #Blackboard #blackbonnet #our flag meets death #our flag means gay #ofmd #blackbeard ofmd #stede ofmd #Pitcher catcher dynamics

[samantha-rae-velcher]

How Gotham villains react to their s/o getting shot

Oswald Cobblepot

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Eduardo Dorrance

Salvatore Maroni

Translation: Sul doppio - on the double, Tesoro - sweetheart

Oswald

Y/n was laying in the grass, blood running down her side. Oswald came running down the hill four guards behind him, he fell to his knees beside her and pulled her close.

"Who did this to you, my dear?" He whispered.

Y/n could barely speak, the pain was too much. She shook her head and gripped one of his lapels.

"I-I didn't see the face....but I think they worked for Fish Mooney."

Oswald went hot and cold at the very sound of her name, he would make her suffer for this. Nobody does this to his woman and lives.

"Gabe! Bring Y/n back up to the house. I need to make a visit to an old friend."

_

Victor Zsasz

Y/n and Zsasz are walking down the road in the rain, it's dark outside and cold. Zsasz hears a gun shot quite close to them, he turned in the direction of the sound when Y/n barely whispers his name.

"V-Victor..."

He spun around and caught her in his arms before she could hit the ground, Victor pressed his hand into her wound and rested his forehead on hers.

"You'll be alright, don't worry...I'll get you home."

Y/n's vision went black and her body felt cold...

Victor gently dabbed a warm washcloth on her forehead while rubbing her arm.

"Victor?" She asked as she opened her eyes, he smiled and connected his lips with hers.

"I won't rest until I find who did this." He whispered.

_

Butch Gilzean

"Woah woah woah!" Butch yelled as Y/n and him raised their hands.

"Nobody has to get hurt here!" Y/n said.

The man in black pointed a gun at her and pulled the trigger, she fell to the floor and gasped.

"You son of a bitch!" Butch yelled.

"Don't fuckin move!" The man in black pointed the gun at him. "Now you'll sit there and watch her die!"

Butch charged at him and knocked his ass out, he picked y/n up and laid her out onto the couch.

"Y/n, stay with me baby. Come on it'll be okay....I'll get you some help."

Butch ran to get Mooney and the nearest physician he could find, when he came back he stayed by her side and stared daggers at the physician.

_

Eduardo Dorrance

Y/n was sitting on the floor, back against the wall when Eddie came running in.

"Y/n!?" He called out. He stopped when he saw her. Y/n was bleeding from her shoulder and obviously about to pass out.

Eduardo could hear footsteps enter the room from the one adjacent to it. Y/n let out a quiet cough and Eddie knelt down next to her making sure she was alright.

"Y/n? Stay with me..."

"I doubt she'll live for very much longer." A man's voice said as he stepped into the light.

Eddie slowly reached for the gun strapped to his thigh, making sure the man in front of him couldn't see.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am Nathaniel Barnes! I'm sure you've heard of me."

Eddie nodded..

"Yeah I've heard of you, formally Captain of the GCPD. Turned psychopath, tried to kill Jim Gordon. Now you go after a defenseless woman? In her own home, I can see you're still a sick bastard."

Eddie stood and quickly pointed his gun at Barnes, pulling the trigger and shooting him in the gut.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Jim's number, when he picked up Eddie didn't give him a chance to say "Hello".

"Jim! Barnes shot Y/n and I need an ambulance immediately! Why don't you and Harvey get down here and take this son of a bitch in?"

Eduardo hung up and knelt back down next to Y/n, he tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at her.

"You'll be alright, Gorgeous. They'll be here soon, you just gotta stay awake."

_

Salvatore Maroni

The Irish man held a gun to Y/n's head as Maroni's men circled him.

"I'll kill her, Sal."

Maroni looked livid, this mooch had a gun to HIS girl, in HIS bar. And the man thought he was gonna escape with his life?

"You shoot her, you'll never make it out that door." He said.

The Irishman laughed and pressed the gun to her back, pulling the trigger.

Y/n's eyes when wide, she could feel the hot liquid run down her back.

"S-Sal...I." She stuttered and fell to the floor.

The man pointed the gun at Salvatore and fired, the gun didn't shoot, it only jammed.

Maroni smiled and motioned for his men to grab him, Sal pickled her up and took her to the back and laid her down on the soft couch.

"Franky!" He yelled. "Get me a doctor, sul doppio!

Tears ran down y/n's face, she let out a quiet sob and rapped her arms around his neck.

"Shh shh shh. Don't cry, Tesoro. I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying right here with you."

THE END ❤️

(I hope you liked it. It's not my best work, but I've had covid for a while and haven't been in the right mindset to write stories. But I just decided to make this because I enjoy making Gotham villain headcanons.)

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #smut #oswald cobblepot x fem reader #requested #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald copplepot #victor zsasz x oc #victor zsasz x you #victor zsasz gotham #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz #butch gilzean #butch Gilzean x Fem reader #butch Gilzean Gotham #butch Gilzean x reader #butch Gilzean x oc #butch Gilzean x you #butch Gilzean x y/n #eduardo dorrance #Eduardo Dorrance x reader #Eduardo Dorrance x Fem reader #Eduardo Dorrance x oc #Eduardo Dorrance x you #Eduardo Dorrance x y/n #Salvatore Maroni x Fem reader

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Hihi! I just recently found your page and I just LOVE all the headcannons and x Reader headcannons and stuff and I just-

I LOVE YOUR PROFILE JSJSJSJ ❤️

Could you maybe do Ivy x Fem Y/N headcannons (bc dumbass lesbian mechanic things 👀) if you haven’t done so already?

Ivy x Fem Reader Headcanons

[Author’s Note: Hello! It’s so nice to see new people interact and enjoy the blog and I hope you’ll be a regular around here!]

Silly girlfriends.

It’s hard not to smile when Ivy is around.

Lots of hugs.

Both of you are inseparable, always seen together at all times. 

Both of you separate are very smart, capable people but together all your brain cells fuse. 

Lot’s of loud off-key singing. 

Her love language is verbal, Ivy always has something positive to say about you whether it be to other people:

“Oh! My girlfriend mentioned this once! They are really into it.” 

Or to you: 

“See? I knew that nail polish would look great on you!” 

Ivy doesn’t keep any secrets and she’s very approachable. She’s very trusting and doesn’t just tell anyone the things you tell her. 

If you open up to her about any past trauma she’ll look at you sadly and hug you, she doesn’t force you to elaborate or blame you because things happen. 

Loves flustering you but when you flirt with her she just:

Ivy.exe has stopped working.

She’s very accepting even when it comes to small silly things:

You sleep with stuffed animals? Cool do they have names?

She’s definitely a keeper and she feels the same way about you. 

Ivy takes a lot of sentimental photos of you. You sleeping, making a silly face, wearing something wacky, you with a flower crown on your head.

You’re literally dating your best friend and it’s really, really cute.

I’m jealous.

#Carmen Sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #Ivy Carmen Sandiego #Ivy x reader #Ivy x Fem reader #Wlw x reader #wlw ship #we love soft butch car mechanics #Welcome new friend!

[massacredkitty]

you should totally write more abby and vi fucking reader together 😇 need both of my butches at the same time

abby anderson x fem!reader x violet .. nsfw ౨ৎ

abby knows how sensitive and overwhelmed you are, previously shushing your crying about how you couldnt cum again. it makes her heart ache a little; how you look up at her with watery eyes and squeeze her hand tighter. but, admittedly, she enjoys seeing you like this.

vi keeps your legs open, thighs and stomach littered with marks from both women. you tug at her hair as her tongue laps at you, uncoordinated and messily but still able to get you crying

abby holds your hand, letting you squeeze her palm as hard as you need to handle the overstimulation. "look at you, baby. that feel good, huh?"

you nod rather brainlessly, vi sliding her hands up the backs of your thighs to push them against your chest. your head rolls to the side on abby's lap, drool pooling from your open mouth

abby's free hand gropes your chest and you whine, feeling vi slip her fingers into you. your back arches up from the bed, pushing further into vi's face as cries rip from your throat

the blonde above shushes you while you heave, babbling nonsense about how you cant take it, and that its too much

vi moves away from you, breathing heavy and her face messy. she pushes your legs back apart and presses kisses against your stomach, her fingers still rutting inside you. "you can take it.. she can take it, right?"

she's mocking you, looking up at abby with a smug expression that makes you squirm beneath the both of them.

"yeah, she can," abby smiles down at you, brushing away the hair sticking to your face. "isnt that right?"

𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#MASSACREDKITTY .ᐟ #🐾 rqs ྀི #vi & abby #abby anderson #vi #vi fic #vi smut #arcane vi smut #arcane vi #violet arcane #arcane vi x reader #vi arcane #vi arcane smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou smut #vi fanfic #abby smut #the last of us #arcane

[schwarzkatje]

'50s!au with butch!ellie and married!fem!reader

part 2

you, who had been forced to get married to a man you don't even know (let alone love), being torn between feelings of acceptance, because what else could life have given you, and the lingering thought that you're missing out on the many experiences and possibilities hidden god knows where.

confusion that only expands its roots in your mind and heart when one of your husband's most close friends, joel miller, gets invited for dinner and brings his daughter along with him.

ellie. of course you already knew her, she is just a few years younger than you and, again, the daughter of a very close person to your husband. but never had the two of you had the chance to talk and lock eyes for more than two seconds.

it's not just the more intimate scenario that makes your throat dry and your heartbeat falter, but ellie herself. her beauty – round green eyes, so clear and delicate ��� and the way she dresses – a grey suit, slightly on the bigger side in size, both because this kind of clothing isn't meant for women and also because ellie is quite skinny.

it's the contrast that does it for you and if your train of thought wasn't already all over the place before, it certainly is now.

you forget how to act properly and your husband doesn't waste a second to reprimand you for not smiling enough or for taking too long to bring him his cigar. how can you function when your skin reacts to ellie's stare as if it was a touch your senses could physically perceive? how can you when you feel drawn to her and have to remind yourself not to let your eyes linger too long on her in fear everyone at the table notices something odd going on with you?

ellie's body language contributes to the flowing heat in your face and shivering sensation inhabiting your body: it's an habit of hers to sit with spread legs, right elbow planted on the table and the thumb and pointer finger of her right hand fiddling with her lower lip. all of this while keeping those sinful emeralds locked on your figure. it isn't fair.

when dinner's over, you gather all the dishes, the cutlery and the glasses, heading to the kitchen to wash them. it's when ellie gets up her seat and sees it as an opportunity she has to take to help you, but most importantly to spend some time alone together.

you only hear the rattling of her chair being dragged and don't see her coming in your direction. you realise her intentions when you turn around and bump into her, face first, against her chest. now you even have her scent to haunt you. just your luck.

you quickly make out an apology, gaze going anywhere but towards her direction. ellie taking your chin with the fingers that had been playing with her lip this whole time, guides you and stops your wandering.

"it's actually my fault, i scared you". again, it can't be fair. "can i still help you with the dishes?"

you try your best to sound as polite as possible and not dismissive as if ellie was a burden or stepped the line. "no no, you're a guest here, i can't have you do any of that".

ellie doesn't insist and you almost picture this behaviour as uncharacteristic of her. until you realise that although you declined her offer she isn't budging. instead she leans against the counter and follows your every move, this time with her arms crossed.

your nervousness reaches its peak now that there's only you two – your husband and joel are in the living room in front of the tv. and when you get to this point, you abandon any shy constraints and start talking, hoping to ease the awkward air.

"i really like how you dress. i mean, it really suits you," and you think ellie would laugh because when exactly did you manage to take a proper look at her attire when all you did was avert your eyes? turns out that ellie simply smiles and inches closer to accept the compliment.

"it has a whole different flavour when it comes from a pretty woman like you," this kid is too sly for her own good. your breath gets temporarily stuck on your throat and takes a little longer than usual to get out. and when it does, its higher in volume. goddamnit.

you scoff because what exactly is life doing with you right now? "it's the corniest thing i've ever heard, i hope you know that," comes out... natural? your own chest feels lighter and even though shivers don't cease to awaken your body, you start walking on an path where you are at ease.

now it's ellie's turn to laugh, maybe not expecting you to be so bold as to come up with such an answer. she's not a saint and she would be lying if you had asked if she wasn't enjoying just a little too much taunting you.

"doesn't mister hubby call you names like 'sweet pie' or 'honey bear' or whatever shit you straight couples seem so fond of?" ellie isn't afraid to give voice to what she thinks and you find yourself admiring that.

this encourages you to keep talking and laughing without keeping an eye on how hard and loud you do. "i think these nicknames only appear in nursery rhymes".

you go back and forth for quite some time, keeping it not serious and just enjoyable. maybe the first time since your marriage where your speech isn't as controlled and your own persona tastes the aroma of existing while being free.

but the excitement – for lack of better words, because you know it's not just that, but something more serious and filthy, something you aren't ready to admit even to your own thoughts – that caught you in a net previously comes back the instant ellie goes quiet and pushes a lock of hair behind your shoulder.

you are so beautiful and nice and easy to talk to. not only that, you clearly don't have anything against ellie and the way she is and lives. she wants to keep this.

and so she decides to risk it all, running her mouth and being shameless.

"listen, would you mind if sometimes i steal you and take you with me? i know a place or two you would like"

#ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams #ellie tlou

[yandere-writer-momo]

Here me out…

Lesbian/Male Yan who’s a Hair Stylist who uses their big, masculine hands to move your head so they can cut, iron/curl and style your hair THEIR way

And their so big and masculine too, their appearance is so scary and stoic that they rarely ever get any customers, except you, their cute childhood friend/newcomer who just moved here who’s nice enough to even tell them to choose the style for you!

DID SOMEONE SAY LESBIAN 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Yandere Short Stories:

For Those Who Wait

Yandere Butch Hairdresser x Fem Reader

TW: stalking, yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamic, obsession, isolation, wlw dynamic, blood, and murder (mentioned)

(Your name) sighed dreamily while Char ran her large fingers through her scalp. A smile on her lips at the soothing sensation of conditioner being lathered up on her scalp. (Your name) swore Char’s fingers were like magic.

“Does that feel good, meine Liebe?” Char huskily whispered from above (your name). Her German accent was thick and her voice was a raspy tenor. A deep voice for a masculine woman. “Schatz, my fingers could do so much more than just massaging dein (your) scalp.”

(Your name)’s eyes fluttered open to gaze at Char’s tender expression. Char was a woman of immense size and intimidation. The various scars that littered Char’s face did little to deter (your name)‘s fondness of her hair dresser. Who cared about Char’s past when she was so talented with hair? (Your name) never felt prettier unless she was in Char’s care.

“You do more than enough for me. You always style my hair perfectly.” (Your name) gave Char a giant grin. “Plus, my head fits perfectly in your hands.”

If (your name) would have paid better attention, she would have noticed the way Char quickly shut her muscles legs together for some friction.

Was it wrong for this hairdresser to feel such an intense attraction toward her client? To want to press her lips all over (your name)’s while (your name) sat sprawled out on Char’s lap while she cut their client’s hair- Jesus. Char once again let fantasy slip into reality.

Char hummed, her palms rinsed the conditioner off (your name)‘s scalp with warm water. The suds drained down the drain of the rinsing station.

“Let’s head into the dryer. Are you thirsty, Mein liebes Mädchen?” Char asked (your name), which made the smaller woman smile.

“I’d love something to drink, Char. You know I’m happy with whatever you pick.” Char nodded and placed (your name) into the dryer and lowering the device on her head.

“I’ll go get that then, meine Liebe. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

(Your name) watched Char saunter off with a bit of pep in her step. Char was such an interesting character. It was a shame (your name) was her only client…

Char went into the back and nearly collapsed on the floor. Her precious client loved whatever she picked! Gods it made her knees so weak. Char felt like a school girl in love again!

Char shook her head and regained her senses. The giant woman opened up the fridge and grabbed a bottle of champagne to pour for (your name).

(Your name) was always so sweet, she deserved the best! And Char had plenty of money from her past as a contract killer. (Your name) would be in good hands once she accepted Char’s love!

(Your name) was new to this town so of course she didn’t know this town was full of ex assassins. It was refreshing to be treated like a human being again!

Char took in a deep breath and poured the champagne into a plastic cup. Her steel blue eyes studied the glass in interest. (Your name) trusted her so it wouldn’t be odd to press her lips against the glass, right? It’d be like an indirect kiss!! There wasn’t anything odd about that…

Char pressed her scarred lips against every inch against the glass’s rim. There was nothing weird about what she was doing… she was just a woman in love.

Char shuddered at the thought of pressing her lips against (your name)’s… but she had to be patient! Char knew her feelings tended to be overwhelming. And she didn’t want to scare away her precious client!

Char brought the glass to (your name) and smiled at the young woman who swung her legs back and forth in the chair. What a good girl.

“I have your drink.”

Yes… she’d be patient. For good things came to those who wait.

#female reader #yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere horror #Yandere hairdresser #yandere wlw #yandere lesbian #Yandere oc #yandere original character #obsessive yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere concept #yandere obsession #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere best friend #yandere girl #original character #original work #horror #yandere writing #yandere blog #lesbian #sapphic #sapphism #yandere short story #yandere oc x reader

[joszns]

party animal ✭

butch!ellie x fem!reader

content: drinking/drunk sex, oral sex (r recieving) strap on usage, semi-public sex (bathroom), jealousy, mild degradation, ellie has the worst case of phantom dick ever when she’s drunk

summary: after a lovely dinner date (not without some teasing of course) you have a few too many drinks without her at a friends party and she whisks you to the bathroom to remind you something.

a/n: thank u guys so so much for all the love truly😭❤️❤️BESITOS

“hey ellie, you almost ready baby?” you called out, applying mascara and looking at yourself in the mirror.

you adjusted my dress, a black satin piece with a deep slit and a traditional slip neckline, adorned with flowery lace along the hem. you smiled at your appearance and left the bathroom, putting on your matching black heels and an oversized leather jacket.

you and ellie were going out to dinner, then to a house party for one of your friends, mimi. it was her birthday.

“could you help me put this watch on, dollface?” ellie asked, walking into the room.

“oh my god, you look so beautiful. that dress looks amazing on you.” she said with a smile, pulling you close by the waist and kissing your plump and glossy red lips.

“is that my leather jacket?”

you grinned sheepishly and kissed her again. “maybe…but I know you don’t mind.”

“god, you’re so perfect…” ellie muttered against your lips, kissing you more intensely. she pulled you closer by the waist which caused you to blush.

“mmm…” you leaned into her, hands looped over her neck snugly.

“no, ellie! we have a reservation at a very nice restaurant. im not doing this with you right now.” you exclaimed, pulling away suddenly and gathering your things into a purse.

ellie whined in response.

“god, fine. whatever. are we still going to that party?” she asked, following you out the door with her car keys in hand.

“yes, yes we are! it’s for one of my best friends.” you said back, rolling your eyes. ellie could get a little snappy when she’s turned on like this. honestly, it was kinda hot…

★・・・・・・★

“man…that food hit the spot.”

ellie got into the car happily, after opening your door of course.

she turned the key in the ignition and placed her hand behind your headrest while reversing, something that always got you a bit hot and bothered.

“i agree. that salmon was delicious.” you say casually, texting mimi that ellie and i were on the way.

“could you map the way to mimis for me baby?” ellie asked, resting her hand on your upper thigh. you nodded in reply, typing in the address and navigating as you left the restaurant.

“ooh els, can I have aux? pretty please?” you reached for the cord, pressing your chest together to show off your cleavage and grinning.

ellie glanced over and rolled her eyes. she knew what you were doing.

“whatever you want, babygirl.”

excitedly, you connected your phone and played your favorite song. on the next turn, you felt ellies hand move upwards and slide in between the fabric of your dress. her knuckles pressed into you, her pinky finger rubbing gently on your clit. you whined softly, adding more songs to the queue and trying to ignore her.

finally, you both arrived to the party, ellie being casually laid back versus you being sexually frustrated.

“i cant believe you! what’s up with all this teasing?” you scolded, punching her shoulder.

“that was payback for earlier.” ellie replied, walking inside and greeting mimi with a grin.

you did the same, rolling your eyes at her behavior.

“victim of the sassy masc apocalypse?” mimi asked, bringing you back from your head.

“dude. you have no idea!” you said with a giggle. mimi smiled and excitedly dragged you to take shots, leaving ellie alone.

she watched you and a few girls drink together, smiling a little and turning away. the urge to whisk you away from the group was strong, but it was a birthday party. she couldn’t do much.

“god, how many shots did we just take?” you said with a laugh, shaking your head as the alcohol burned your mouth.

“like 21- one for every year! don’t worry, these things are like mini cocktails. i think only the last two were straight vodka…” mimi slurs, laughing as she throws her arm around the blonde girl next to her.

you smile, the liquor warming your body.

“oh! oh! picture time!” she exclaims, pulling out her phone. the group gathers behind her, you following as well. everyone smiles, and she clicks almost a hundred photos.

ellie returns to the kitchen for a drink, a tinge of jealousy on her as she sees one of your friends’ arms hooked on your waist. you broke away from the group, smiling at the sight of her.

“babe! ill be with you in a sec,” you said, getting dragged away by mimi, “she wants to dance!”

ellie just smiled in response, sipping her drink. she casually followed you to the dance floor, getting increasingly more jealous as several of your friends danced up on you. you were laughing, taking photos and videos on your phone.

as the girls began to break away, dancing with other friends to make everyone feel included or to grab another drink, you gravitated towards ellie.

“hey babe! why are you being all mopey in the corner?” you said, giggling.

“i was just waiting for you. i kinda have to pee.” she said as she took another sip.

“let’s go!!” you took her hand, the liquor bringing back your arousal.

as you both arrived to the bathroom and saw the line, you formed your lips into a pout.

“mimi would hate me for this…do you wanna go upstairs to the guest bathroom? she usually blocks it off during parties because it’s a nice bathroom, but it’s just us…” you suggested, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at her.

privacy. perfect. “yeah, sure.” ellie responded, grinning internally as she finished off her drink. both of you stumbled towards the stairs, sneaking up when nobody was looking.

ellie pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door and pressing your back against it.

“didn’t you have to pee?” you asked, heart beating faster as you looked up to her.

“no,” she replied, leaning closer to you. “i just…i need you so bad, y/n.” ellie said, voice low and raspy.

you blushed, feeling yourself get wetter.

“i know they’re just your friends, fuck, i don’t even know why it’s botherin’ me so much.” she muttered, leaning her head on your shoulder. her hot breath fanned your neck, causing you to shiver.

“what..what do you mean?” you asked, breathing harder.

“i just get so..” she kissed your neck, causing your breath to catch, “ so worked up seeing you with other girls…” ellie continued, kissing your neck again.

you felt your knees buckle, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck.

ellie hums against your skin, her kisses growing more sloppy.

“don’t even know why i was all jealous..” she kisses you aggressively, her hand holding your face to hers. you whimper, melting into her. your hands travel over her clothed body, stopping at a hard lump in her pants.

pulling away in surprise, you asked, “did you really wear your strap all evening?”

“yeah. i wore it in case i needed to remind you you’re mine.” ellie whispered, kissing you again and hiking your dress up. her hand quickly pushed your thighs apart and started rubbing at your clit, feeling the wet spot your slick created.

“so fuckin wet, all f’me, yeah baby?” she said, causing you to moan. in your drunken state, you were like putty in her hands. ellie dropped to her knees, her mouth replacing those long and flexible fingers.

she practically made out with your pussy, her mind foggy from the drinks she consumed. all she could think about was you infront of her, melting in her mouth. she felt herself getting more and more wet as she lapped at you, her tongue circling your swollen clit as she suctioned softly with her mouth.

she always knew how to drive you crazy.

you were a mess, legs trembling as you tangled your hands in her hair. she looked up at you, watching you fall apart and try to keep quiet.

her mouth was amazing, knowing just where to go and when to do it. she flicked her tongue on your clit, bringing you close to the edge.

“el..ellie…m’gonna cum…oh my fucking god…” you whimpered, your thighs clamped so hard they were threatening to squish her head flat. she pulled away from your cunt abruptly, causing you to whine in frustration.

she licked her lips clean, kissing you passionately as she struggled to unzip her jeans. “gonna fuck you so good…” she mumbled, her drunken state clouding her mind.

ellie broke the heated kiss, looking down and attempting to position herself properly. eager for her, you hiked your leg over her hip and scooted downward, gasping and staring into her eyes as her strap filled you up.

“fuuuckk….” she groaned, her hips pushing forward slightly. you let out a whimper as her tip pressed against the end of your canal, clenching hard as you adjusted to her size.

“so fucking tight baby-you’re so tight..” ellie grunted, starting to thrust her hips.

you moaned in response, your head hitting the door. she took this as an opportunity to bite your neck, something she did happily.

“my dirty fuckin’ slut, look at you taking my dick, fuck baby..” ellie grunted out. “just slidin’ in and out of ya…you’re so damn wet..” her pace increased as she panted hot and heavy into your neck. you swore she could feel it sometimes, the way she spoke to you while you had sex.

“nobody but me gets to fuck this slutty pussy yeah? ‘s all mine..” ellie said, hovering her lips over your own.

“all yours, it��s all yours baby.”

she kissed you, teeth crashing into eachother a few times as she fucked you sober against the bathroom door.

“ellie im-fuck! im gonna cum!” you cried, too focused on her to worry about being quiet.

“yeah? cum all on my dick baby, show me how much of a cumslut you are for me…im so close too baby, hold out f’me..” ellie grunted, fucking you like she was an animal. you came hard all over her, crossing your legs behind her back as she fucked you through your orgasm.

“oh my god! ellie, oh fuck!” you cried. she orgasmed with you, her hips faltering their relentless pace.

she slowed down, slowly fucking you through every aftershock.

“shit…sorry baby. i think we got a little too loud.” ellie says gently, pulling out of your fucked out cunt.

“‘s okay.” you mumbled, sitting on the edge of the hot tub.

she wet a washcloth and cleaned your legs off, kissing your lips gently.

“i made you into a mess…” she apologizes.

after she cleans you up, you turn to the mirror and adjust yourself. you check your phone, seeing a text from mimi.

m: y/n!! ven acá, it’s time for cake!!

“looks like we finished just in time.” you say with a cheeky grin, kissing ellie on the cheek and putting your jacket back on as you walk outside the bathroom.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #tlou ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x y/n #tlou2

[kittyt-hexxed]

To those who encouraged me….

Ellie x Tall!Fem!Reader WILL be added to my list. And it just so happens that Ellie leaves Dina because of you. It’s gonna be sexy. In my opinion… at least that’s what I hope

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #hexxed rambles #bye Dina #I love writing about tall fem queer women #short butch tall fem dynamic

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write something for Butch Gilzean and like Oswald's little sister reader or something? If not then that's completely fine, I hope your day/night/week/month/year/century/millenia goes well :)

AHHHHH HAHAHAH! OF COURSE ILL DO IT🤣 AND I HOPE YOUR DAY/NIGHT/WEEK/MONTH/YEAR/CENTURY/MILLENNIA/WTF EVER TIME ZONE GOES WELL❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #requested #butch gilzean x fem reader #butch gilzean x reader #butch gilzean #gotham x reader #gotham x you #gotham x y/n

[monstersighing]

NSFW, MDNI

Fem WereHyena x AFAB Reader

Content: pseudopenis, light dom/sub dynamics, oral sex, penetrative sex

Title: Working On It

“The new boss is a were-hyena. I think she’s your type. Especially with what she has in her pants,” Rina says as you settle at your desk.

“Good morning to you too, Rina,” you reply. Ever since you told her the werewolf delivery woman was hot, she’s been trying to set you up with every were person she sees. It’s not like you haven’t thought about what it would be like to grind on a hyena woman’s swollen pseudopenis - feeling it slide along your folds and then slip inside - but the new hire probably won’t be your type.

The new boss introduces herself at the morning team meeting - “I’m Nell and I’m glad to meet you all” - and well yeah. She’s tall and butch with curly textured hair styled into an undercut. When she laughs at a colleague’s joke she flashes a mouth full of pointed teeth and you imagine them pressed against your neck as you squirm pinned under her. You feel your face flush, and a liquid warmth pools in your stomach. When you cross your legs you feel a pulsing heat flare in your cunt.

You wonder if the spots you can see on her face extend all over her body, and what the jut of her clit would look like against shaven skin or dark hair. You imagine burying your face in her crotch, and taking her in your mouth, and how her nails would dig into your scalp as you lapped and sucked. You want to know if she growls when she comes.

You’re daydreaming about this when she comes over to ask if you have a pen.

“I like your nails,” Nell says, “can I look closer?” When you nod, throat dry, she picks up your hand in hers and turns it so the glitter in the black polish catches the light on your short nails. Nell’s hand is warm, and you can feel your heart jump when she looks up and says, “Pretty.” She pauses then, cants her head as if listening for something, and then with a sniff says she needs to get back to her desk.

All through the rest of the morning and into the afternoon you feel her eyes on you, and as much as you try to shake if off by the time it hits 5pm you’re a frustrated soaking mess.

You pack up your bag quickly and head out without your normal goodbyes, hoping to arrive home quickly so you can finally get yourself off.

As you pass the board member’s toilets, Nell pokes her head out of the door and asks, “Could you come in here for a second? I need your help.”

“I’ve never been in here,” you say as she closes the door behind you. She flicks the lock on the inside of the door closed and you wonder why, but then get distracted by the floor to ceiling mirrors on one wall. There’s a wide padded bench in the middle, like something out of a fancy hotel.

“What do you need help with?” you ask.

Nell comes close and with her hand cupping your face, murmurs into your ear, “I could smell you all day.”

You blush. You knew that were-creature’s senses become more acute the nearer to the full moon it gets, but you didn’t think she’d be able to smell your desire for her so easily.

“It got stronger when I came to your desk. Your heart was faster too. Like a chased rabbit. You want me,” Nell says.

You look down. “I-I--”. She tilts your face with the hand still on your cheek. Her eyes are a rich amber. “I do,” you say in a small voice, and you close your eyes.

“Good,” she says, and kisses you. It’s a hungry kiss, wet and dirty with tongue. Your hands rise and cling to her lapels to pull her closer.

When you break the kiss Nell says, “That smell, all day. Do you know how hard it was not to just push you down on a table and eat you out?  Her hand grips grabs yours and presses it to her crotch. You feel the bulge there. “I need you to take care of this.”

You gulp and nod.

She kisses you softly this time, and then then pulls away with a sigh. She yanks you towards the bench and releases you to sit down, her arms along the backrest, legs spread wide.

“Undress,” she tells you.

You kick off your shoes and then unbutton your shirt, clumsy under her heated gaze. When you take off your trousers, you see her sniff, and rub her palm against her crotch, grinding against it.

“Come closer,” Nell says, and you do.

“You’re soaked,” Nell says as she traces the wetness on the crotch of your underwear with one finger. It’s almost too much already though the thin cotton. She pulls your underwear down with a rough tug. Her mouth kisses across your hips, the tops of your thighs, then your cunt. She stays pressed there for a moment, then she laps at your clit with a wide and insistent tongue. Her hands grab your ass cheeks to pull you closer. The feel of nails pressing into the skin makes your cunt throb.

You can see yourself in the full-length mirror behind you. You’re naked and flushed, trembling with want, and Nell hasn’t even unbuttoned her shirt. It’s too much, and not enough and you want her tongue deeper, harder. Your legs wobble. She grabs your thigh and drapes it over her shoulder to give her better access and fucks her tongue into your hole. You grab your breasts in your hands, pinching your nipples. Your hips jerk, trying to get her tongue deeper and you feel an orgasm building. When you’re right on the precipice, Nell stops.

“No, please,” you whine.

“Get on the bench," Nell says.

You scramble to lie down on your back and immediately spread your legs. But before you get your fingers to your hole, Nell grabs your wrist and says, “Be good. I want to fuck you.” You place your hand back on the seat of the bench. Nell licks her lips and you see that they are swollen, and her chin is wet with your slick.

Nell pulls off her shirt. Her breasts are small and high, nipples peaked.  She unzips her trousers and pulls them off her hips revealing dark hair. Her clit is flushed with blood and angles up just like a hard cock. It’s bigger than you thought it would be, and as Nell fists it in her hand you see wetness bead up from the slit.

Nell grabs your waist and turns you over, pulls your hips up so you’re on all fours on the bench, displaying your soft leaking cunt to her. She presses her hard clit between your thighs and then up to slide against your pussy lips, a slow glide. You wriggle against her and her hands clasp and curl over your hips. “If you want more, you need to ask,” Nell huffs out.

“In-Inside. I need. Please,” you sob.

Nell pushes in, her clit stretching your pussy walls, a thick insistent pressure. When she has bottomed out, she rocks slowly. You push your ass back against her, and your cunt clenches as she grazes your cervix. It’s a sharp pleasure pain that makes you moan “harder!” and splay your legs wider. Nells ruts into you roughly then, mindless, like your body is just a hole to bury itself.

As Nell’s thrusts get more ragged, she drops down so her body bends and moulds over you, one long line of contact from her legs to her chest. Your arms give way and you heave gasps into the fabric of the bench rubbing against your face. You worm one hand under your body and nudge two fingers against the hard nub of your clit and come apart, pinned under Nell, speared on her clitdick.

Nell continues hammering into you, chasing her own orgasm. She slams into you one last time and then stiffens, buried deep. You feel her squirt inside you. When she pulls out, you stay still, feeling the liquid slowly seep out of your hole.

You drift.

When you come back to yourself Nell has turned you onto your back with your knees up, feet planted on the bench. She uses some dampened napkins to clean off your swollen, used hole. Her touch is light, but you still feel aftershocks of pleasure as she does it. When she finishes wiping you off, Nell plants kisses on each thigh.

Both of you gather your clothes and Nell helps you back into them. Except your underwear which she places into the breast pocket of her jacket. “For later,” she says.

She kisses you and presses a business card into your hand. Her address is neatly written on the reverse.

“It’s the full moon in two days,” she says. “If you come to my home, I can show you what I can really do.”

“I’ll be there,” you say, and blush.

#monster smut #monster fucker #monster x human #monsterfucker #werehyena #monster lover #terato #teratophillia #exophilia #monstersighing #monster girlfriend

[crashandlivewrites]

@soapsgf and I were feeling gay so we wrote lesbian fics for each other <3

Pairing: fem!Ghost x fem!reader (or rather, stone top butch Ghost x pillow princess reader)

CW: MDNI 18+ content, NSFW, cunnilingus, mention of a strap, relationship insecurities, Ghost communicating (?!?!), use of daddy one (1) time

Word Count: 2.1k (this was meant to be a drabble oops)

You were cuddled up on the couch late at night in your small flat you shared with your girlfriend, Simone, whenever she was back from deployment. Your hands had slithered their way underneath her jacket and shirt, leeching the warmth from her body as she had one of her muscled arms thrown casually over you, keeping you tucked into her side as her fingers traced mindless patterns over your body.

Playing on the tv was a reality show you enjoyed, yet tonight you weren’t really paying attention to it. Simone had even chimed in a few times, to show her interest in the show for you, but her statements and questions remained unanswered. It wasn’t until something ridiculous happened that would normally have pulled a barking laugh from you that she decided enough was enough.

Switching the tv, she placed a hand over your shoulder, shaking you lightly.

“You gonna tell me what’s been rollin’ in your head since I got home or not, pretty girl?” Her voice startled you, breaking you out of your daydream as you pulled back from her, furrowing your brows.

“What? I’m sorry, wasn’t listening.”

“Clearly.” She gave you a pointed look. “Wanna know what’s on your mind, lovie. You haven’t been right since I got back.”

“Nothing. Just tired. Been a long day.” You tried to dissuade her, waving your hand as you reached over her to take the remote, only to my stopped by her firm fingers on your wrist.

“I’m not stupid, nor blind, love. You haven’t been yourself. You’ve been quiet.”

Cursing inwardly, you looked away from your overly observant girlfriend, trying not to show your discomfort. Of course, she’d noticed the small things that no one else would. Your brows furrowed and you wrung your fingers as you tried to search for the right words. Simone just sat there, a reassuring hand against your shoulder, letting you know she was there to listen. She always was.

“It’s stupid… really, I don’t know why it’s affected me so much.” The hesitancy was evident in your voice, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“It’s not nothing. It’s got you in a tiff.”

“It’s…” You faltered, eyes flicking around the room as you were unable to look at her. Only when her hand reached out to grip your jaw did you force yourself to meet her gaze and continue. “It’s about sex.”

“What about it?”

“I just… don’t you feel left out?” Her brows knitted together, and she angled her head, signalling for you to continue. “I feel like I’m always just lying there when we have sex. I do nothing. You’re doing everything, Simone, including getting me off but not yourself. Don’t you hate that?”

Her hand went soft on your jaw as her thumb stroked your cheek, eyes boring into yours.

“What stupid video have you seen now?” Blinking, you cocked your head and looked at her in bewilderment.

“How did you—”

“Doesn’t take much. Let me guess, some wanker of a broad on tiktok made a video about how pillow princesses are lazy and should do more work, hmm?” Simone leaned forward, getting into your space as you stared at her, dumbfounded.

“But isn’t it true?”

“I think you’re missing the point of the term, princess.” She elongated the term of endearment as her hand ran down your neck. “I like making you feel good. Just you. Besides, the way you sound when you come, who wouldn’t want to hear that?”

Your face heated and you tried to push her away in protest as she smiled, flashing a toothy grin before running her tongue along her lips. Though her words struck a chord with you, there was still some lingering doubts swimming in your head.

You could count the total amount of times you’d gotten her off with your own mouth or fingers on one hand. The queasiness in your stomach, however, didn’t fade with her reassurance.

“Do you not like me in that way?” Your voice was small and filled with shame, as if you already knew the question was stupid, but you couldn’t stop the feeling from clawing its way up. Simone’s eyes softened and her long fingers ran along the back of your head.

“Lovie, it’s not like that. You know it takes me a lot to want to be in the mood to receive. It’s got nothing to do with not wanting you. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“But your job is stressful! Surely you’d want some release when you come back?”

“You’re my release, princess.” She whispers, voice lowering as she leans in. “The way you’re so obedient for me, how you spread your legs so eagerly, how wet you get when my fingers barely graze your skin… you’re a fucking sight, princess. And you’re mine.”

The drop in her tone sent a rush of arousal through you. Pursing your lips and squeezing your thighs together, you whine in protest.

“I want to please you!”

“You do fuckin’ please me, lovie. The sight of you on our bed, legs spread open, begging for me to touch you like a good little slut. My good little slut. Makes my head spin. Hearin’ you scream my name as you squirt over my face? A fucking godsend.”

Simone was now shuffling over the couch into your space. You felt the sturdy armrest pressing into your body as you leaned back, face heating and heart thumping. True to her words, your legs were unconsciously spreading for her, accomodating her broad frame as she nestled between your thighs, her large hands caressing your pliant one.

“Simmy…” Your voice was barely above a squeak as she cocked her eyebrow up at you, the smirk on her face deadly.

“What is it, my little princess? What do you need?”

“You.” Simone hummed, shaking her head.

“More specific, princess. You know the rules.” Her hands slid up your thin shirt, tweaking at your nipples and drawing a gasping moan from you.

“Mouth… want your mouth Simmy please.”

“My mouth where?” She pressed, squeezing your tits now in her large hands as her mouth descended on the bare skin of your stomach, pressing soft kisses as she waits for you to reply.

Moaning both in delirious pleasure and frustration, you managed to lift your head up and look down at her with a frown.

“You’re so cruel.” You pouted accusingly at her, and she laughed darkly in response, but she didn’t make any further movements. Not able to resist any longer, you tilted your hips up so they were closer to her mouth. “Want your mouth on my pussy and want you to make me come.”

This time, your girlfriend grinned wickedly, adjusting you both so your legs were thrown over her muscled shoulders.

“My good fucking girl, using her words. Gonna reward you for that.” And she did.

Her lips immediately latched onto your clit after pushing your underwear aside, dragging her tongue up your slit as she moaned, fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs. Moaning into your cunt, she moved down, tongue lapping over your wetness as your fingers wound their way into her hair.

She usually buzzed it short whenever she left for the field, then let it grow. Right now, it was just long enough for you to tug at with your fingers as you cried out her name. Simone had always been godly with her mouth, and tonight was no different.

Tonight, she was taking her time with you, pressing soft kisses over your sensitive flesh, her tongue sliding languidly up your cunt, delving into your wet hole and groaning at your taste.

“So fuckin’ wet f’me lovie. Practically dripping on our couch.” Our couch, she says. You grin amidst the pleasure, thinking about how quickly Simone began to call your home hers as well.

Sucking your clit back into her mouth, she reached down so the pads of her fingers were prodding at your soaked entrance. Clutching at her hair, you rolled your hips, eager to feel the delicious stretch as she pressed her long fingers into you. But she didn’t. Instead, she clicked her tongue and pulled back.

“So greedy tonight, princess. What was all that talk about earlier? Wanting to do all the work? No sweets, you belong here, beneath me writhing and moaning like the little slutty princess you are.”

“Simone.” You whined, rolling your hips once more as your cunt throbbed in need.

“Look at you.” She cooed, grinning salaciously as her eyes raked over your body, clothes having been shoved haphazardly out of the way. “Looking like a proper slag now, princess. Cunt all wet and swollen, perfect tits out on display. Should take a photo.”

Your lips parted at the suggestion, the debate waging in your head.

“Is that what you want?” She hummed thoughtfully.

“Probably not. As much as I’d love to show you off and brag to the blokes that you’re a fuckin’ babe, you’re mine, princess. And only I can see you like this.” To back up her words, Simone’s teeth dragged possessively along your inner thigh, wringing out another moan from you.

Returning her attention to your clit, she flicked it with the tip of her tongue, the barest stimulation still sending shivers up your spine and making your thighs clench around her ears. Ghosting her middle finger down your slit, she pressed it inside you, groaning at the ease.

“Fuck lovie… never gonna get over that feeling.” She pressed another in for good measure and curled, making you squeal and grip her hair tightly, holding her face to your cunt as she ravished you.

“Please… oh god please Simmy. ‘m gonna come.” You panted, heat pooling in you. She pulled back, thumbing your clit as she grinned down at you, fingers still plunging into your slick hole.

“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl for me and come, aren’t you? Gonna make a mess all over our couch and make it smell like you?” Now it was her turn to moan as she leaned back down, alternating between her tongue and thumb as she spoke.

“Love the way you smell, the way you taste… I’d live off you if I could, sweet girl. My good girl. Mine.”

“Yours, Simmy… always yours.” You managed to get out, head spinning as your fingers tightened. You were spiralling, her attentiveness to you was unparalleled, knowing exactly where to press, flick, and suck.

Unable to contain the feeling, you cried out, one hand flying to grip the couch below you as your back arched and thighs trembled. You could feel your pussy pulsing around her fingers, clenching around them tighter as the coil in your gut tightened. Your body was tantalisingly close, perched on a knife’s edge before the spring snapped and you moaned her name as your eyes fluttered closed, head tipping back.

Simone hummed contentedly into your pussy, lapping gently as she worked you through your release. Once your body had sagged back down onto the couch and your walls had stopped spasming around her fingers, she lowered back down to place a soft kiss on the hood of your clit. Jerking from overstimulation, you whined softly, but giggled as you opened your eyes blearily to look up into her smiling face.

“So fuckin’ pretty, lovie.” She whispered before diving in to claim your mouth, tongue immediately pressing in so you could taste yourself. Pulling back just as quickly, her eyes darkened with lust, she looked down at you, head cocked slightly.

“Got an idea, princess. Since you had all that talk about doing some work in the bedroom, why don’t you get out that strap of mine that makes you scream?”

Drawing your lip into your mouth, you nodded eagerly, quickly getting up on shaky legs as you stumbled to the bedroom. You could hear Simone laughing as you walked, but you didn’t care. Returning, strap in hand, you held it out to her.

It was a mean thing, cruelly thick and curved, large enough to hit that spot inside you that made you cream with ease, and she knew it too. Standing up, Simone loomed over you, shucking off her jacket and pants revealing her hulking frame, she tugged on the strap before sitting back down on the couch, legs spread in a way that made you want to crawl between them and worship her. But she had other plans.

“Want you to ride me, lovie. Ride my cock until you can’t take it anymore and need me to take over. Wanna watch that pretty face fall apart as you realise you can’t come without me, then I’ll plow you into the couch.” Whining softly, you crawled into her lap, positioning yourself over her strap.

“Be a good girl and ride Daddy’s cock, like a pretty little slut.”

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