thinking of mom's best friend!baran al-hashimi being excited for you to come home each summer during your time in college. she even helped your mother prepare your welcome back dinner. she knows your first day or two back will be spent with your family, but she can't wait to get you all to herself.
she hasn't seen you since you were home for winter break, which means she hasn't tasted you since the day you left when she offered to drop you off at the airport. your mother didn't think much about it, she just thought baran was being a good friend and lightening her load. you and baran left early to "beat traffic", but really baran had her car pulled on the side of the road, and had you in the back seat folded up as she sucked on your clit and her middle and index fingers fucked your tight hole. baran fucked you until you squirted all over her backseat, she wanted to leave you with something to think of until you returned to her. since that day she has craved the taste of your sweet pussy, and hasn't stopped thinking of you since.
now, she was in your family's home, all dolled up for you, and waiting for you to come home. when your father's car pulled into the driveway baran's face lit up because her girl was finally home. the time it took for you to walk through the door felt like forever, but when you finally did her face dropped.
"hey everyone! this is samira," you greeted your family. "my girlfriend."
your words shattered baran's heart into pieces.
"it's so nice to meet you all!" samira waved to them.
8.5 inches with only your own wetness to be used as lube. She pushed herself deeper inside and massaged tiny circles onto your hips with both hands. “That’s my good girl, you take me so well, baby.”
You’re a shaky, breathless mess under her. Your pussy had never stretched this much before. You weren’t a virgin—no—but Sevika was easily bigger than anyone else you have had sex with.
“I’m bigger, aren’t I?” She asked, voice smug but also loving, she revelled and found satisfaction in knowing she was the one stretching you out like this. “I’m gonna make sure you’re so used to my dick, you never wanna have sex with anybody else. Ever.” She said with a grunt and slammed herself deeper.
You cried out in pleasure. “Yes, yes! Please, mark me.” As she started pumping her strap in you. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands reaching out to cup Sevika’s breasts, playing with the soft mounds as she ruined your hole.
Every thrust inside made you stretch beyond imagination, it burnt, it stung, but you didn’t want it any other way.
People always write Sevika as being good at sex, which I agree she definitely is...
But what about childhood!best-friend!Sevika who is still just as nervous and clumsy kissing you after being married for ten years?
Childhood!best-friend!Sevika who's hands still shake and tremble when she touches you? Feeling so lucky that out of everybody you chose her to love you forever in this lifetime.
Childhood!best-friend!Sevika who falls in love with you all over again when she looks at you for a little too long?
childhood!best-friend!Sevika who still melts into each kiss whether it's a small peck or a long, messy makeout session?
Childhood!best-friend!Sevika who stares at you in the morning while you're asleep on her chest, reliving the moment she first laid eyes on you and fell in love?
Childhood!best-friend!Sevika who worships you so reverently because she knows there is nobody else for her? Sevika knows that you are her love, and it's absolute.
SYNOPSIS: The very first time Abby realizes she might be into girls.
this fic belongs to the pride & bloom collection ♡!
WC: 2.7k | CW: just a fluffy meet-cute! + abby discovers something about herself. maybe the slightest mention/hint of her dating men before??
a/n: i've had this fic written down for over a week now and it's finally out!! hope u love it as much as i do. also, feel free to join and send a pride-themed request— the event closes on the 25th so we still got plenty of time left
Abby’s not entirely sure how it happened, but she’s standing in the middle of the Pride parade carrying a tote bag full of snacks and a hoodie Lev insisted on bringing despite the heat. He’s beside her practically vibrating with excitement, and Yara isn’t doing much better herself.
“Why am I here again?”
“Oh shush,” Yara gestures vaguely, a smirk forming in her lips. “You love us.”
“I tolerate you.”
“Love you too, Abby.”
Abby rolls her eyes, but as she watches Lev smiling at something across the street, the corner of her mouth tugs upward too. Seeing him happy matters more to her than she’ll ever admit out loud.
The parade itself isn’t bad either. Every corner of the street seems alive with laughter, dancing and the kind of easy joy that’s impossible not to get swept up in. Yes, it is louder than she’d usually prefer, but nice.
A line of booths stretches along the sidewalk. Some offer food, some sell handmade jewelry, others even give out brochures with information about local organizations.
“Oh! Let’s check ‘em out,” Lev grabs Abby by her sleeve, and soon the three of them make their way down the street.
Most of the booths blur together after a while, but one in particular catches Abby’s attention. The table is covered in handmade items— colorful bracelets representing each pride flag hanging from display racks, stickers spread across the surface in little rows, small pins that glitter under the sunlight.
The sign propped up near the register —which turns out to be just a shoe box— explains that all the money is going toward helping fund a friend’s top surgery.
That’s so nice, Abby thinks to herself as she reaches for a sticker. Two pink scissors pressed together blade-to-blade, surrounded by tiny hearts.
“Huh.”
“It’s one of our best sellers,” a voice says.
Abby hums, chuckling slightly just as she looks up and opens her mouth to make a joke. As her eyes set on your face, she forgets what she was about to say.
The afternoon sunlight catches the edges of your hair, and your wrists are covered in so many bracelets Abby isn’t sure how you manage to move your hands. A rainbow lanyard hangs around your neck, and she notices you’re smiling at her. God, you have the prettiest smile she has ever seen.
“Hi,” you say, waving at her with joy before looking down at the sticker in her hands. “It’s cool, right?”
Abby’s brain immediately abandons her. She’s suddenly very aware of the weight of the tote bag hanging from her shoulder and the way her fingers seem to burn right where they’re holding the sticker, which seems to be for far too long now.
Flush creeps up the back of her neck. “Uh… yeah, it’s— it’s cool, yeah.”
“Thanks,” you chuckle lightly, your smile growing bigger. “I worked on these all week.”
For some reason, Abby finds herself smiling back as soon as your laugh hits her ears. Soon, smiling turns into staring, and this quickly turns into her realizing that she’s staring. She looks away so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash.
What the hell is wrong with her?
Thankfully, Lev chooses that exact moment to step forward.
“No way. Did you make all of them?”
“A couple,” you nod. “My friends helped, too.”
And just like that, the conversation takes off. Lev asks more about the fundraiser, while Yara compliments the bracelets. You’re telling them all about your friend, who’s standing right next to you and shoots them a shy smile every now and then.
Every few seconds, Abby’s eyes drift back to you. She can’t help but notice the way your hands move when you talk, gesturing passionately; the way your face lights up whenever you bring up the fundraiser into the conversation, the way you laugh—
God, your laugh. It’s so warm and contagious, it makes Abby want to keep hearing it over and over again.
She doesn’t realize she’s staring again until Yara elbows her. Abby furrows her brows slightly, while Yara’s expression makes it clear she’s having far too much fun now.
Across the table, you glance at her again and shoot her a smile. Her stomach immediately twists, and she manages to smile back while making eye contact… that lasts only two seconds, because she can’t fight the urge to look away almost immediately. Her cheeks are burning red, heart stammering against her chest.
What. The. Hell.
Abby has talked to plenty of attractive people before, but she’s never spent an entire conversation wondering if she’s making too much eye contact only to immediately panic and stop making it altogether.
“So, are you guys enjoying the parade?”
Your gaze lands on her. God, you have to keep looking at her cause she’s clearly making it all weird, right? That has to be the reason why.
“It’s awesome,” Lev answers after a few seconds, giving Abby a sideways glance.
“It is,” you agree, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It’s a simple gesture, but it makes Abby’s stomach flip. “This is absolutely my favorite holiday.”
The conversation continues for a few more minutes before Lev ends up buying three stickers, Yara picks out a bracelet, and Abby leaves with the scissors sticker because she was far too embarrassed to put it down.
The second they’re out of earshot, the siblings look at her with narrowed eyes.
“What?”
Yara’s smirk widens. “Nothing.”
“Stop looking at me like that.”
Lev rolls his eyes at her words, but opts for letting it go just this time. A few minutes later, he gets distracted by a food stand while Yara disappears toward a display of handmade earrings.
Abby shoves her hands into her pockets and glances around, her eyes drifting back toward your booth. By accident, obviously. She notices a bracelet hanging on the rack that she hadn’t seen before— pink, purple and blue beads woven together.
Before she can think too hard about it, her feet are already moving. A minute later, she’s standing in front of your table again.
Your face brightens immediately. “Hey! Back already?”
“Um, I—” Why is this so difficult? She points at the small piece of jewelry. “I like that bracelet.”
You glance toward the display, humming before you hand it over for her to inspect. Your fingers brush for less than a second, but it sends a shiver down her spine nonetheless.
“The colors of the bi flag are so pretty,” you lean your elbows against the table.
Abby nods. Yes, the colors are pretty. A second thought follows— you are pretty. She shakes her head to try and focus, looking down at the bracelet resting in her palm.
“They are.”
Really? Is that all she can come up with?
You tilt your head slightly, a soft smile lingering on your lips. “Hey, I didn’t catch your name before.”
“Oh,” she nearly drops the bracelet. “I’m Abby.”
“Abby,” hearing her name in your voice sends an inexplicable flutter in her chest. “I like it. That’s a pretty name.”
“Thanks.”
“Is this your first Pride?”
Heat immediately crawls up her neck. “Is it that obvious?”
The sight of her blushing right in front of your table makes you chuckle. God, she is so cute.
“A little.”
“I’m here for Lev,” she admits, glancing over her shoulder and spotting him a few booths down, excitedly waving a handful of stickers at Yara. “He’s had a rough couple of years, so when he asked me to come…”
You nod before she can even finish.
“You said yes,” your expression immediately softens, following her gaze. A smile tugs at your lips at the sight of the kid with the shaved head. “He seems so sweet.”
“He is.”
“That’s so nice of you,” you glance back at her, noticing she put the bracelet down on the table. “Y’know what? Since you’re so supportive, I’m giving you a little gift.”
Abby’s eyebrows knit together. “What?”
“This is on the house,” you gently push the bracelet toward her.
Oh God. There goes her heart again.
“No,” she shakes her head, already reaching for her wallet. “I can pay for it.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Your smile softens. “Why?”
Abby opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. She can’t exactly say what she’s thinking: because I want an excuse to stand here longer. Instead, she says:
“It’s for a good cause.”
For a second, you simply stare at her. She’s about to mutter something else, when your expression brightens.
“Okay, but—” you reach beneath the table and pull out a small sticker. “Let’s compromise. This one is free.”
It’s a tiny cartoon house outlined in rainbow colors with the words Safe Space underneath. You slide it across the table toward her, and warmth settles inside her chest. When Abby glances back up, you’re smiling at her again.
“Thanks for supporting the fundraiser.”
The sincerity in your voice catches her off guard.
Abby leaves a minute later, deciding to get out of there before she embarrasses herself any further.
Unfortunately, she does come back a second time. She spots a pin she’d missed earlier, making her return easy enough to justify. The third time is a little bit harder, because she apparently needs another sticker.
The fourth time she returns, she doesn’t even pretend to be looking at the merchandise anymore. She just finds herself drifting back toward your booth. Every conversation feels easier than the last— you tell her about your friend and how much the fundraiser means to them, Abby tells you about Lev. You make fun of the scissors sticker and Abby threatens to throw it away, but you both know she won’t.
By the time the afternoon starts slipping into evening, Abby’s accumulated enough bracelets, pins, and stickers to open her own booth. As the crowds begin thinning and vendors start packing up for the day, Yara volunteers to go get the car.
Abby barely hears her, too busy staring across the street. Your booth is nearly empty now, a few boxes sitting on the table while you carefully take down decorations. The sight settles strangely in her chest, like something is ending before she’s ready for it to do so.
“You should go talk to her.”
Lev’s voice startles her. Abby tears her eyes away from your booth long enough to glare at him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Abby”
The look Lev gives her is so unimpressed that she almost laughs. Almost. Instead, she groans and drags a hand down her face.
“I don’t.”
She glances back across the street. You’re standing on the tips of your toes trying to unhook a pride flag from the side of the canopy. A second later, your friend reaches up to help, and the two of you nearly bump heads.
Your laughter carries faintly across the distance, and Abby’s stomach immediately does that weird thing again. There it is, that feeling has been following around all afternoon and she can’t seem to make sense of it.
“I’ve never…” she trails off.
The words feel strange in her mouth. It’s all new and confusing, a little terrifying even.
“I’ve never felt like this before.”
She expects teasing or at least some sort of dramatic reaction. Lev will never let her live this down and—
“Okay.”
Abby blinks. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Lev shrugs. “It’s fine.”
“That’s it?”
“What do you want me to say?”
Abby opens her mouth, then closes it almost immediately. Because she doesn’t actually know.
Her gaze drifts back to you. You’re carefully stacking the few remaining bracelets into a small box now, chatting with your friend as the two of you pack everything away. The golden light of the setting sun catches against the colorful beads wrapped around your wrist.
The sight makes her chest ache, but not in a bad way. Just enough to make her realize she doesn’t want the day to end.
“What if I don’t know what this means?” she asks quietly.
Lev follows her gaze. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, waiting patiently as they both watch you pack your stuff. Then, he nudges her shoulder.
“Then you don’t know.”
Abby snorts. “That’s not helpful.
“Sure it is,” he smiles softly. “You don’t have to figure everything out today, Abs.”
The words settle deep inside her chest. It’s so simple, but they carry so much weight. She’s spent the entire afternoon trying to understand what’s happening inside her head instead of letting herself just feel it.
And maybe that’s all she needs right now. Not to figure out what it means or how to label it, but just allow herself to feel.
Lev watches her for a second before a knowing grin spreads across his face. “You should probably go get her number.”
Abby wants to groan and tease him back, but she notices you just finished packing away another box. The sight sparks a sudden burst of panic, because in a few minutes you’ll be gone. If she leaves now, she’ll probably never see you again.
Before she can talk herself out of it, she starts walking toward your booth once again. Behind her, Lev pumps a fist into the air as he watches her make her way to you.
By the time she reaches your booth, you’re folding the last tablecloth. The second you look up and spot her, your entire face brightens.
“Hey! My favorite customer’s back.”
Abby laughs despite the heat crawling up her neck. “Favorite?”
“You put the fund in fundraiser,” you pint at the collection of bracelets, pins, and stickers peeking out of her tote bag. “I’m pretty sure you’ve personally financed at least one post-op appointment.”
Abby can feel her pulse in her throat. “I— Glad I could help.”
“You definitely did,” the smile you give her is so warm it makes her heart skip a bit. “Thank you, Abby. Really.”
God, the way you say her name should not have such a huge effect on her, but it does.
Around you, the festival is winding down. All the other vendors are packing away decorations and their merchandise, and people are filtering out into the streets. Still, all Abby can focus on is the softness in your expression as you look at her.
This is ridiculous. She’s asked people far scarier questions before, yet somehow this feels impossible.
After a few seconds of silence, you tilt your head slightly. “Everything okay?”
Abby exhales slowly. Okay. It’s now or never.
“Actually,” her hand finds the strap of the tote bag, fingers tightening around it. “I was wondering…”
“Yeah?” you prompt, the encouragement in your voice making her heart stumble.
She glances down for a second before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.
“Would you maybe want to—”
The words catch in her throat, and she can practically hear Lev laughing from across the street. Still, you wait patiently, a gentle smile on your lips.
Okay, Abby, get it together.
“Could I get your number?”
Your eyes widen slightly, and a grin spreads across your face. Oh no. Was that bad? Too forward? Too weird?
Before panic can properly settle in, you say:
“I was starting to think you’d never ask.”
She looks taken aback. “Huh?”
“Well,” you blush, and Abby can’t help but notice how cute and pretty you look all flustered. “I was hoping you’d come back one more time.”
“You were?”
The smile that spreads across your face is answer enough.
Without thinking too hard about it, she’s already pulling out her phone and unlocking it to hand it over to you.
“Good thing I did, then.”
“Good thing you did,” you agree, fingers brushing hers as you take the phone.
She watches as you type your name into her contacts, a small smile tugging at your lips the entire time.
“See you around?” you ask hopefully, handing the phone back to her.
Abby glances down at the number in her phone, then back at you.
“Yeah,” this time, she doesn’t have to force the words out. “See you around.”
For the first time all day, Abby’s confusion doesn’t feel so overwhelming. Whatever this is, she’ll figure it out.
But as she slips her phone back into her pocket and walks toward a grinning Lev, she has a feeling this is exactly where she needs to be.
an: i’m sick so i spent the whole day in bed today, and wrote this as well. i couldn’t stop thinking about it for the last few hours soooo here it is! not proofread. have fun and here is my masterlist!
oh my goddduh, she is a total loser. like, such a loser. and so annoying, too. normally she played games with jesse, but he grew a bit too annoyed by the way she ragequitted so often, yelling curses at everyone when something went wrong.
she was getting bored of playing alone, so, she… tried something different. she joined a discord server and made an announcement that she’s looking for an ‘e-kitten’.
“gross. this makes me seem like a pathetic virgin.” she mumbled to herself with a small scoff, doubting anyone would be willing to do this shit. sure, it’s for money, but she knew she’s a hard person to play with and the moment that ‘e-kitten’ realises that, it’s over. money’s cool, duh, but there are easier losers to be around than her.
and yet, not even half an hour later, you texted her privately, saying you’d happily play with her. you wrote a nice message, saying that you also enjoy the games she mentioned in her message on the server. you made sure she knew how it all worked - that she needs to pay and all. she’s ‘not that stupid’, her own words. when you sent her your listings and prices for everything, she almost resigned, cause holy shit was it pricy.
you weren’t the most expensive e-kitten, that’s for sure, and you also knew you can’t put the prices too high, as you’re only starting with this whole thing. your prices weren’t horrible, but it still hurt her wallet.
boobsucker69: is it alright if we do a single round of valo for free? jus so you know what you’re getting into lol
you considered it for a moment, but groaned to yourself before agreeing to make the first half an hour 50% off - you needed customers, really.
and she became your regular. she liked you very much, because you weren’t like your typical e-kitten. you never praised her too much and you didn’t accept if anyone went too far. sure, you were flirty with her from time to time, but you mostly kept being yourself, which pulled her in deeper.
the first week she kept asking you to play basically every evening, keeping you up for at least two hours every time. you always let her pick the games - i mean, she’s the one playing, right? so you usually played valorant or marvel rivals. she was… a difficult person, sometimes. especially when she lost. she had a damn colourful vocabulary, that’s for sure.
but you somehow survived, watching her messages appearing at a crazy pace. not only at the lobby chatroom but also in your private chat, where she complained even harsher and louder. one time you got a voice message where she was screaming insults at another team. you couldn’t lie, that one did make you laugh a bit.
and after two weeks, she asked you to play together on the voicechat. it was just a bit pricier offer, but she decided that if she’s committing to playing with an e-kitten, she might as well do it properly.
you kept playing together for two months now, and you sometimes forgot that this was supposed to be a job for you and you send her messages about your day, what have you eaten and all that stuff. you liked talking with her. and you had to admit, whenever you two played together and talked on voicechat, you enjoyed her voice. she couldn’t do the same, at least not with your real voice. you used a voice changer, just to bring your pitch a bit higher and, well, keep you safe in the internet.
you would’ve never guessed you’d ever bump into your client in the wild world. hell, you didn’t even know if ellie was in the same country as you. all you knew was her name - that she told you cause you didn’t want to call her ‘booblover69’ - and that you two were in a similar, if not the same, timezone.
so imagine your surprise when you literally bumped into someone while walking around the campus with your friend, and you heard that raspy, low voice. well, fuck.
“shit! sorry— damn, that’s- that’s on me, sorry.” she rambled, immediately looking at you with an almost panicked gaze, as if you were about to bite her head off.
and, you guessed it right - she was a loser. baggy clothes, messy auburn hair, big ole dark eyebags (that you were just a bit to blame for). her flannel was unbuttoned, revealing a white wife-pleaser with a stupid, idiotic text in the middle in a bold font and a small coffee stain on it, sleeves rolled up, revealing a tattoo on one of her forearms. the way you were looking at her made her fumble with her words even more, and you wondered if it was because she was scared or flustered.
her face all freckled, eyes green, eyelashes unfairly long and naturally curled. one of her brows had a thin scar cutting it in the middle. you couldn’t help but keep noticing all small things about her. she was so beautiful, yet so handsome at the same time. were you seriously falling for the nerdish, loser-y charm?
you were so silent to the point your best friend, standing nearby, gently nudged you to wake you up. this is your downfall in real time. holy shit.
“i— it’s fine.” you said, shaking your head, feeling breathless. now you cursed in your head the fact you used a voice changer, cause what if you two had a love-at-the-first-sight moment now?
“all’s good. i wasn’t looking where i was going either.” you added, giving her a small smile.
how have you never seen her around before?
everything became harder after that one meet up. you weren’t the loser, so why were you falling so quickly and acting like a pathetic, yearning, pathetic loser! you told yourself that you need to drop her, that it’s unfair to her that you know who she is. and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do that.
even worse - you started genuinely laughing at her god awful jokes, and kept up with the daily messages. yeah, you were a goner.
“come on! dude, when’s the last time we went to a party?” your best friend whined one day, tugging at your hand like a kid, pouting. you didn’t feel like going, but… when you considered it all, maybe it was a good idea. maybe that’s what you needed to do in order to get over that small crush in your client.
so that’s how you found yourself at the frat party, hoping ellie wouldn’t get disappointed when you’re unavailable if she does text you tonight.
and you actually had fun for a while. you got tipsy, danced with your friends, played beer-pong, got even tipsier, and then, after a long while, walked out onto the backyard to get some fresh air and maybe smoke.
well, fuck you, said the universe, dropping ellie right there, sitting on the wooden stairs with a blunt in between her fingers. you almost died right there and then, overwhelmed by her attractiveness. sure, that girl’s a nerdy loser through and through, but how has nobody snatched her yet?
you tried to act casual as you sat down next to her, staring at the sky.
“y’see that one? that’s the big dipper.” she said randomly, pointing her finger at the sky, her other hand twirling with the blunt.
you squinted, looking at the stars for a moment before catching where she was pointing.
“holy shit, you’re right!” you exclaimed with a breathless giggle, finding it the best thing ever.
she found your excitement cute, looking at you with a grin.
“‘m ellie. just realised we haven’t really exchanged anything besides some touches.”
“you made it sound way more perverse than just bumping into each other.” you replied with a small snort, rolling your eyes before offering your name back. your real name, for the first time to her. i mean, it would’ve been weird if you handed her your e-kitten handle.
you two talked for a bit before she raised the blunt, just now remembering about it.
“wanna share?” she asked with a dopey grin.
“you sure? don’t want you accusing me of stealing.”
“oh, i’d gladly let a pretty girl like you steal all the weed from me.” she mumbled before placing the blunt between her lips and lighting it up.
she took a slow drag and you had all the excuses in the world to ogle her lips. chapped, dry. pretty. maybe soft. you’d like to find that out on your own, definitely.
she passed the blunt to you, fingers brushing against yours as she watched you just as intensely as you were watching her seconds ago. you wrapped your gloss-stained lips around it, slightly wetting the tip of the paper, making it taste like strawberry. you hoped she wouldn’t kill you for that.
the way you were having a stare-off, just ogling each other in silence as the blunt made its way to her, then to you, then back to her, it was all so… intense. hot.
“you have pretty eyes.” you blurted our after a few rounds of that, looking into her forest green eyes.
“well, you’re all pretty.” she said back with a small laugh and you almost shivered at the way her voice sounded after drinking and smoking.
you were slowly starting to feel the high, and the alcohol in your body definitely didn’t help. you felt your tongue getting looser and you sighed, resting your chin on your palm.
“can i vent?” you asked, glancing at her just to see her nod in agreement.
you weren’t sure how the hell to say all of that without revealing that not only you were talking about her but also talking about working as an e-kitten.
“i have a job where i… help others with stuff. they don’t know who i am, i don’t know who they are. and i… like a girl. but she’s my… client. i worry that if i tell her the truth, she’ll be mad. maybe embarrassed. but i genuinely like her so much and i don’t want her to feel embarrassed that i know she reached out to and paid for an e-kitten.” you rambled and rambled, not realising that the alcohol and weed made you say the thing out loud.
“what?” she suddenly asked, looking up. “y’said what?”
you froze for a second as well, feeling as if the alcohol leaved your body, just now when you needed it as well.
“i’m… i’m your e-kitten.” you whispered, feeling completely embarrassed with having to say it out loud, and so nervous. “but! but, ellie— i really find myself smiling when we play together. and we text each other all the time and-”
“holy fuck.” she said with a small groan, crushing the butt of the blunt against the stair before turning to fully face you.
“you knew it the moment we bumped into each other, did you?” she asked with a sigh, now feeling like a nervous, shy puppy. not only she was talking with a girl that turned out to be her e-kitten, but also the girl was hot as fuck and telling her that she liked her. hard combo for her fried ass brain.
“…yeah.” you replied with a nod. now she understood why you froze for so long that moment - you had recognised her.
“does it mean… i get to play with you for free if i ask you out?” her words made you surprised this time. you couldn’t help but laugh a bit at that, looking up at her, seeing a tiny smirk on her lips.
“only if you organise something really cool.” you replied, watching her take out her phone - screen broken in a few places, phone looking like it went through a war with her clumsy ass.
“give me your number, yeah? so we can talk for real outside your workplace.” you knew she’ll tease you endlessly about the fact you were getting money working as an e-kitten, but you also knew that you can tease her back with the fact she had used your services.
you obeyed and saved your number in her phone, smiling softly.
“you know, i’ll be honest - i had a small, teeny tiny crush on your both identities.” she said quietly, softly, when you handed her her phone back. “in a cool way, obviously.”
you laughed at her dorky words, shuffling a bit closer to her on the stairs. you knew, then and there, that you won’t be free easily.
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synopsis: Dr. Sevika hc’s — being with a Doctor who usually runs the ED like a tight-fisted screw , keeping everyone in line , tight and strict , undeniably has a thing for the med student she keeps at her side , you .
cw: Afab!medstudent!reader x Attending!Doctor!Sevika , age gap , smut , fingering , fluff , angst , death mentioned , maybe some inaccurate use of medical terms , self harm mentioned , strap-on , cunnilingous , nicknames used such as ; doctor , love, sweetheart , etc.
a/n: watch the pitt NOW guys
❝you’re shameless, love❞
Doctor!Sevika who always guides your hand when you use a scalpel. You feel the weight of her presence behind you, her fingers a solid precision as the beeping of monitors blur out into a familiar, systematic background.
“Ease in. More pressure.” She commanded, her voice composed no matter the situation like a screw that never came unbolted against storms.
You nodded, eyes veering off towards the depths of the scalpel melting into the skin, applying more pressure just like she said.
“Like this?” You whispered out, moving your head to the side to get a glance at her face. You wanted to see her lips move as she praised you—it never failed to make you feel warm inside, even if the words didn’t land as soft and buttery—but cold and acknowledgeable for someone of your skill.
“Just like that.” Her fingers moved over yours, rough hands turned gentle for co-ordination of the scalpel. “Good girl.”
Doctor!Sevika who always steals you from other cases. She barges in the room without blinking an eye at the person, only tracking you like a turret with a personal bone to pick.
“You, come with me, there’s a trauma 1 and you’re working on it with me.”
Doctor!Sevika who somehow looks even more sexier at the end of her shift. Her brown hair she holds half up half down grows messy—strands out of place that were usually so strict in place, eyes looking like they’re attached to dumbbells, and yet, you can’t keep your eyes off of her.
Doctor!Sevika who expects you to answer her questions no matter what you’re doing.
You’re surveying the severity of a life-threatening situation, walking around the gurney with practiced ease as Sevika strides in, watching like an overseeing hawk.
“What med do we give them?” She questions you directly, pulling on a pair of gloves and letting them snap against her thick, bruising fingers as she walks over.
“Epinephrine 1:10,000, one milligram for cardiac arrest.” You didn’t look up at her.
“Correct.”
Doctor!Sevika who smokes outside of the hospital by the ambulances at bay. She liked the nicotine rush. Liked the feeling of the smoke grazing her lungs despite knowing in depth what it did. Or maybe—just maybe, she liked when you would come out for a break, panting as if you were on the midst of a breakdown, and immediately straighten up when you see her, aiming to make a dry joke about her addiction to smoking beneath it all.
“Smoking, doctor?” You managed to catch your breath, making the words come out slippery and airless. “Thought you’d know better…” you shot her a sheepish smile—one that was supposed to be teasing, but your face was too exhausted in pouting lines to move sharply into real amusement.
“None of us know better in reality, we chose to work here, after all.” Sevika scoffed, though you saw—or hoped, and begged, that your words landed right as you saw her upper lip twitching north momentarily.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you break news to a patient’s loved one’s alone. She can see the hollowness prolonging your face after losing a patient. One as young as a teenager—she sees the familiar blame, the guilt—the nauseating shame of needing to do something more than you could have done. It was a baggage she had learnt to leave at doors.
Doctor!Sevika who takes up a lot of space in the ER, bouncing between rooms like she was made to save lives. Despite the scrubs she wears, hiding any trace of body underneath, stethoscope loose around the neck, she never fails to be everywhere all at once, even if you told yourself that wasn’t possible.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you overwork yourself.
Your arms ache, pain springing through it like stabbing needles from the chest compressions that never seemed to bring back even a faint pulse. Sweat created a sheen like layer over your skin, reflecting fluorescent light like a beam of a flashlight. The patient’s face becomes blurry in front of you, chapped lips—blood stained across their face. You couldn’t lose another one. Couldn’t afford anymore blood on your hands for the sake of your sanity.
Your fingers trembled, echoed voices directing information before a familiar one cut through.
“Switch. Now.”
You looked up swiftly. Your breathe staggered, head shaking.
“I’m fine.” You retorted back sharply, letting out a pant.
“This isn’t about you this is about the patient. You’re losing quality. Laura, switch with her now.” She waved her hand dismissively towards you, another doctor moving past you as you stumbled back. Her words were harsh and cold, but nothing could match her eyes landing onto yours amongst the storm.
“Take ten.”
“I’m fine.” You repeated, stepping closer to the end of the patient as your eyes scanned over them again.
Whatever Sevika was thinking behind her grey eyes; it was clear she wasn’t having your refusal. She stepped closer—dangerously close, intimately close, brushing a hand against your arm.
“I said take. Ten.”
Doctor!Sevika who started driving you home after your shifts has finished. You were waiting for another nurse to sign off for the day, leaning against the car-park as the weariness of the day that had burrowed itself deep within you starting to slither out.
You let out a tired sigh, the loneliness of the shifts always felt daunting after losing a patient. But it was inevitable. You heard the same lines everyday.
‘It’s not your fault.’
‘Don’t let it get to you.’
‘Leave the baggage when you come through the door.’
‘You did all you could. There’s nothing more you could’ve done.”
But that gnawing hollowness inside of you was interrupted by a flash of head-lights. You looked up, seeing that familiar stature with gripped fingers against the steering wheel.
Sevika.
She didn’t speak—didn’t bother to roll down her windows against the soft patter of the rain, only nodded her chin towards the passenger seat, unlocking the car with a subtle click.
Doctor!Sevika who , very dangerously, lets the line slip between professional and unprofessional. One too many times she’s dropped you off now, and each time she does she keeps getting closer and closer to your apartment, walking you in—taking a coffee for herself, smoking outside despite the winds disallowing the lighter to work for several minutes. It becomes to a point where you just invite her in. You were exhausted. Drained. Witnessed two deaths while the other three became your own. A busy day for the ED meant your barriers lowered, seeking out a warmth you thought you’d never get—which was undeniably Sevika. And after long, lilting glances, an emergency room made up of your equally as short glances and awaiting praise from Sevika, the tension became a presence the whole department could feel.
Doctor!Sevika who had to have you. Little visits became more profound. Her keys sometimes left on the side of your nightstand—her bag left at the front of the house, and her strap she purposely left at home for you to use left tangled on the bed.
Ever since things got serious—and you were occasionally switched out for night shifts, Sevika became almost snappy with the rest of the staff when she couldn’t order her favourite little thing around. Instead, during breaks—she’d FaceTime you, already expecting you to be up, and coerce you into angling the phone just right where she could see you bouncing on her strap, whining like a pathetic mess for her.
“Sevvy…come home,” you whimpered out, squishing your own breast as you heard her suck up a deep breath on the other side. But you were meant with a perilous coldness that felt too personal just for you.
“Tch. You have a lot of audacity, love.” She drawled, watching the phone. “Be a good girl and fuck yourself f’me. yeah baby?”
Doctor!Sevika who insists on doing ‘pelvic exams’ on you.
You know you’re soaking. She knows it as well. And yet you still drag your soddened panties down, wiggling off your trousers to kick them to the side.
“Part your legs.” Sevika hummed, letting her fingers skim over your upper-thigh, trailing further inwards towards the heat radiating off of you.
“Your pussy has no self control, does it?” Her steel eyes snapped to your face, her fingers sliding through your folds, collecting the slick there. “Not around me, anyways.” She smirked crookedly, letting her thumb rub slow circles on your clit.
You breathe hitched, hips pistoning forward against her fingers. So cold. Always so rigid like frost over your usually-warm body. “Sev..” you whined—a sound that reverberated from wall to wall.
“Tender, sweetheart?” She moved forward, easing two fingers into your weeping hole as they stuffed your cunt until they were full with her fingers. She knew exactly where to hit—how to hit, how to push and pull her fingers inside of you, watching you leak deliciously around her. “So sensitive for me…you have a thing for your attending, darling?” She shook her head, smirking to herself, before she wiped it off her face completely.
“How unprofessional.” She tutted, smacking your pussy as quick as her fingers had just entered you. “I’m just doing an exam, love.”
Doctor!Sevika who is always moaning at you to do your charting. You always want to skim around the generic work—but being more hands on meant recording everything else much frequently in bigger chunks. And you hated it…occasionally. The only reason you wouldn’t hate it was because it got Sevika’s attention. She turned to behind you, giving you an expecting look that meant trouble for later if you didn’t do as she said.
Doctor!Sevika who lets you break down in her arms after you’ve suppressed everything all day. She’s warm—feels like home beneath muscles you rarely got to see.
“Sh sweet thing, you did well f’me today.” She mumbled into your neck, her breathe warm against it as your frame trembled against her.
“I did well? I-I lost…I-“ you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Words that felt too heavy even grief couldn’t compete in that moment. A feeling of utter despair.
“Who you lost doesn’t equal to your performance. Even then, you were excellent.”
Doctor!Sevika who occasionally breaks down with you. Sevika is a tough women who prides herself on staying composed no matter the situation, but whenever kids and children where involved, and loss followed, it always seemed to be the burrow of her day.
“I…” the warm lighting of your apartment lamp glowed directly onto Sevika’s face, smoothing away the prominent lines that would usually be there. And even then, the melancholy engulfing her features was hard to miss. “I had two patients. One six. One ten years older,” she swiped the edge of her nose with her thumb, leaning forward, elbows planted atop her knees. “Sisters, in a bad car crash.”
You stayed silent in these moments. It was rare an attending would break like this, especially someone like Sevika. Her voice was hoarse, unmistakable shakiness erasing the roughness of it.
“Couldn’t save them.” She finished—grey eyes like dull clouds hugging the floor ground, the tilt of her head avoiding the chase of light, bringing back those harsh lines that was like a remnant of the ED taken home with her.
You watched her hunched figure, eyes passing between the side of her face glowing in the light, and the other side shielded by the past.
“Sev,” you whispered—a nickname you gave her, even at work where other med students teased you about it, slipping from your tongue as you moved from the opposing sofa to sit next to her. But now the nickname felt more intimate. Felt more reserved for you and her only. “I know…” you let out a little empty laugh, faking flat in the air around. “I know you’ve heard this…so many times but..” you gulped, looking towards her. “I mean..I know I have but…it’s not your fault. You did everything you could’ve possibly done.”
You expected her to scoff. Expected her to roll out a cigarette that would burn her lungs into numbing her emotionally—but it didn’t come. Nothing came. Except for one sentence.
“You know, I only believe it when you say it.”
Doctor!Sevika who makes you exam her body late after shifts—night hitting the bar when you’re both alone in the apartment. You’re stripped of your clothes, wanting to writhe and moan atop of her as she lays before you, in the same state of undress.
You started at her neck—going into the anatomy, the potential problems—the way it works, all the while she kept a vibrating buzzing against your pussy
“Focus.” She’d snap, watching you try to grind down against her. “How are you going to be a doctor if you can’t focus under pressure?”
Doctor!Sevika who notices your self-destructive behaviour after a particular gruelling day. You don’t know how many patients you’ve lost across an almost fifteen hour-shift, but the day came together into one solid thing; pure turmoil. Drinking. Self harming. Pushing and pulling against her. No matter what though, Sevika will always be there for you.
“I’m not going anywhere.” She’d stand firmly in your apartment, watching tears travel down your face as if racing against each other. “If you think this will make me leave, you obviously believe I’m in the wrong profession.”
Doctor!Sevika who loves washing the grime off of your body after a long day. You’re half asleep, eyes half-lidded as she kneads your breast beneath her palm.
And you just let her. You let this older woman—with more experience than you and others combined, wash away the troubles on your body. It’s only when she trails her kisses down your body, ending up at your clit where she eagerly makes out with it, so you fully wake up.
“Mm…sweet girl.” She’d groan against you. “Sweetest thing i’ve had all day.”
Doctor!Sevika who rarely teases you when you’re both working. She’s focused—the same stern doctor who you had a crush on before all the confrontation, and it’s only occasionally where her warnings come off as a promise for what she’ll do to you later.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets any other attending or patient doubt you.
“Are you sure she should be doing this-“
Sevika cuts them off without so much as acknowledging them, scrubs heavy on her skin. “Do it.” She nods towards you, before leaving the room to supervise elsewhere.
Doctor!Sevika who loves the late-nights of eating takeaway and binge-watching a tv show when you both can’t sleep. You both know the reason why. In and out of shifts without a wink of sleep would do that to you sometimes—and the trauma of the hospital sometimes haunted your home.
Doctor!Sevika who will finger you to sleep, mumbling about some, ‘I can’t have my favourite resident lacking sleep. Rest, sweetheart.’ All while her fingers gently coerce you to sleep, cooing against that sweet spot inside of you that made you melt to mush.
Doctor!Sevika who knows when you’re trying to deflect the pain after a shift. You both ended up at your apartment again, the door slamming shut as a thickening silence comes through the home.
“Sev?” You looked up, pulling the bag of your back as you grasped onto her wrist, pulling her into a kiss that felt too demanding, even for you.
She raised an eyebrow for a moment, sliding her lips over your own before she pulled back—the taste of coffee and a shared cigarettes lingering on your tongues.
“Not now, sweetheart. Let’s get some food in you, yeah?” She sees your fingers trembling, but you reluctantly let go of her, eyes watering as she leads you through your own home with practised ease. “I want to, trust me I do. But you need to process this.”
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you out of her sight during work after hearing about you losing another patient. She’s like a constant camera tracking you, telling you to ‘take ten’, ‘take five’, to ‘go home’ when it got too much. She cared too much, and it ended up being the thing that softened her fully.
Doctor!Sevika who ends up loving you unconditionally.
𝐂𝐖: Nsfw, mdni, boob lover vi, oral sex, scissoring, big clit vi, praise kink, edging, just a mini post to feed yall.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who is absolutely obsessed with your boobs. Her hands are all over your chest when you’re making out, shoving your shirt up to wrap her lips around your nipple, groaning as you arch into her touch.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who sometimes wakes up so horny in the morning. All wrapped around you, her swollen clit throbbing against her boxers. Nuzzling her nose into the back of your neck as her hand trails over your waist.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who wants to have you writhing and moaning under her as she attacks your clit with her tongue but always ends up grinding into the mattress. Who can’t help but stare up at you from between your legs, watching you watch hazy eyes.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who was leaking all down her thighs from fucking you with her strap, her boxers soaked through. Who strips them off and just needs to feel you against her, clit needy and twitching as it slides against your oversensitive one. Who doesn’t take long to come just from that, already pent up from making you come for the past hour.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who is 1000% a whimperer. She can deny it sure, but that doesn’t erase the fact that it’s true. Getting a simple “You feel so fucking good baby, fuck—“ from you and she is doubling her efforts, whimpering into your neck as she peppers the area with open mouthed kisses.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who gets into fights and has to apologise by making you come before she does. Both of you knuckle deep inside of each other, you purposely holding back your own orgasm as you see Vi struggling to do the same. Who turns into a whimpering pleading mess next to you as your fingers slowly pull out again and trail up and over her clit just before she can come, redoubling her efforts to get you off just so you’ll touch her again.
just victoria sneaking cassie into her bedroom to fuck rawww— knowing mom and dad are downstairs:333 and she really, really tries to be quiet, but the older woman's fingers are sooo deep inside her:(((
and god, cassie gets a fucking thrill out of this !! she has vic facing away, arched like a fucking cat. trapped between the room door and her chest, just whimpering a helpless, "s' too much, mommy." but cassie dgafff. she claps a hand over the girl's pretty mouth as she shoves her fingers even deeper into that drooly cunt:333
"this is what you wanted, brat," she whispers in the shell of vic's ear, "so, stop whining and take it." cassie just increases the speed... and victoria smirks into the open palm before banging her foot hard against the door, practically begging for them to get caught just to mess with the older woman:((((
"oh? you trynna get me in trouble, doll?" vic nods. "should we tell your parents how much their golden girl likes to get fucked like a slut, then? hmm—?" cassie's low hum is cut off by victoria clenching tight as she cums, trapping those long fingers with wett, desperate twitches:333
Warnings: future mother-in-law!Sevika, fauxcest? Maybe?, reader is bi (ik kill me I'm sorry), g!p Sevika, dub-con, being laced, breeding + breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation.
Impatient. Everytime you come to visit, Sevika gets more and more upset by the fact that you're not knocked up. You're dating her son and for the love of god she doesn't know what he's doing... but it's wrong. Sevika is convinced she could get the job done with one fuck, and then you'd be swelling with a kid like you've always wanted.
When she first met you, she liked that you knew what you wanted with her son, you knew you wanted a family- and god you were so sweet, she knew you'd make a great, caring mother. If she's being completely honest, all she wants to see is you glowing and swollen, carrying the child that will continue her strong bloodline, keep the family going.
So, when she first had the idea of taking it into her own hands... she told herself it was insane, that you'd never agree to it. Why would you let your partners parent knock you up? Though your gaze always lingered on her, she noticed because hers lingers on you too. You're a pretty little thing, young and willing to experience anything at least once - which is why Sevika decided to try, just once. If you didn't reciprocate then she'd back off... maybe.
"Still not happened yet honey?" Sevika asks casually as you sit on the couch, sipping the tea she made you with a relaxant pill slipped in. It wouldn't cloud your judgement or anything, you were still conscious and well though any anxiety you might feel wouldn't rise to the surface.
"No." You let out a small sigh, setting your mug down on the coffee table. "We've been trying but it's not... it's not happening."
Sevika can see the glint of something in your eyes, sadness maybe, or frustration?
"You really want it, don't you honey?" Natrually she pats your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh underneath her fingertips. At her touch your breath catches slightly, her hand was a lot higher up on your thigh than a casual touch... yet you didn't hate it, in fact you felt guilty for liking it so much.
"Maybe it's something to do with me... maybe my eggs aren't right or something..."
No. Sevika wouldn't have that. She refused to let you think that this was your fault, it was clearly her sons fault.
So... she did something about it. Like the perfect future mother-in-law she is.
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"Take it baby, takin' it so good for me... just a little longer, sweet girl-" The wet plap plap plap echoed off the walls as Sevika's hips met yours with each punishing thrust. Her hand was tangled in your hair at the base of your neck, pulling your head up just enough so you could see yourself in the floor to ceiling mirror.
You were on your knees, breasts squished flat into the floor, hands fisting in the rug beneath you. With each pummel of her cock deep inside you, your hips and ass were jiggling with the impact. Soft moans and whimpers were all you could let escape now- Sevika had wrung three orgasms out of you before fucking you, before manhandling you to the floor to breed you properly. "Look so f'kin pretty like this, sweetheart. All cryin' and whinin' for me... gonna fill you up so good.. so good..."
All you want is to tell her that it's too much, it feels too good. The words die in your throat as another pathetic moan is ripped from you instead. Your head felt light, like you were floating on clouds, sex had never felt so good, so right... Sevika loved it, how accepting you were of her harsh thrusts, her rough hands on you hips as she pulled you back onto her with zero resistance.
The pill was a good idea.
A creamy, white ring was forming around the base of her cock, forming white strings that kept her connected to with each grind of her hips. She runs her hands up and down your sides, letting out a guttural groan as her still still, thighs twitching as her second load bursts into you, filling you up. "That's it love... told you 'm gonna get get you nice and swollen f' me."
From the way her hips started up again, you could tell Sevika was nowhere near finished with you... and everything in you loved it. Wanted more. Wanted... her. Even if it was wrong, it felt so right.
do dom ellie headcanons that likes to call reader 'mommy's baby' and refers to herself as mommy and calls her soft names like angel, doll, baby, babe
౨ৎ dom! ellie who . . .
──── ◞ ୨ৎ lots of smut, strap usage & referred to as cock & dick, r!receiving, shy and anxious reader, mouth fucking, spit kink, mommy kink, ellie has a praise kink, overstimulation, reader is a complete and total bottom ( or sub ), and lots of cursing. hehe enjoy :p
♥︎ dominate! ellie who . . . finds major pleasure in referring to herself as mommy when the two of you are fucking. & i mean like, slapping your ass and grabbing hands fulls as she fucks you with her strap by murmuring, “who’s mommy’s good girl?” or “you like how good mommy fucks your pretty pussy with her cock?” & everytime she says something like that, you’re immediately squirting.
it should be embarrassing how you fold under pressure so easily, but her praises make it hard to hold anything back with her. she’ll coo and kiss up your spine as she rocks back and forth into your pussy—letting you absolutely soak the bed. “yeah, you’re mommy’s good baby, aren’t you? squirting so good for me.”
♥︎ dominate! ellie who . . . spits in your mouth when you’re making too much noise. you had grown used to her ministrations. the way she’d squish your cheeks with her one hand before pushing open your mouth and spitting directly into your mouth. at first, it caught you off guard, but then, you began to love it.
the power dynamic made you write with need, and you found yourself becoming louder just to get her attention. her hips would stutter as she fucked into your cunt, eyes snapping up to meet yours in a warning glare. when you didn’t listen the first time, her hands made you.
“you don’t wanna be quiet, angel?” she mocked, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek as she watched you twist beneath her hold. something about watch you contort under her made her pussy ache desperately and her pace pick up. “no? you’re gunna be bad? y’know what bad girls get yeah?” she huffed.
her thumb pushed between your lips and into your mouth, wedging your jaw open. she’d lean over you just to test and see if you’d obey eve though she knew you wouldn’t. then, she’d spit directly into your mouth, watching the way it would congeal on your tongue.
♥︎ dominate! ellie who . . . has pet names for every occasion. when the two of you are out shopping, she’ll press her palm to the small of your back and murmur babe or baby into your ear. “baby, should we get this for dinner tonight?” or “you pick, babe.” and she’ll make sure to say them, too. because she knew how shy you got when she did.
she loved the redness of your cheeks as you looked around to see if anyone was staring at the two of you. when the two of you were alone in your apartment, she’d call you angel or doll. she knew those made you weak in the knees, and she called you them endlessly when she was on the hornier side—like she knew they’d make you fold sooner or later.
“c’mere, angel, sit on my lap.” she’d say or “you’re such a good doll. getting all dressed up f’me.” especially when you’d put on your skimpy lingerie she’d bought you earlier in the day for being good. her whole body would react to you. hands tensing to reach out for you, “fuck, what a doll,” she’d coo, standing to her feet and reaching out to wrap her hands around your waist. “you dress up so prettily. gunna fuck your pussy so good in this.”
♥︎ dominate! ellie who . . . adores when you lead her hands to exactly where you need them. even if you’re shy and anxious, your body still knows exactly what it’s craving. oh, and ellie will always give you exactly why you need. “does my baby need my hand between her thighs?” she’ll ask, glancing down at your face as it contorts into a mess of nods and blubbers. she’ll coo with a smirk, all teeth and mischievous gazes.
“my angel needs to remember to use her words,” she dips down to whisper in your ear. “or mommy won’t give you what you’re asking for.” you writhe, and no matter how much you tug at her fingers, she says surprising still. opening your eyes, you glance up at at her face. she looks cocky.
huffing, you whine out a plea. “p-please—mommy, i need.. i need your fingers in my pussy—!” your words are stifled when a cry leaves your lips. her fingers slide through your folds quickly, easing the tension where you’re aching the most.
“good girl, doll.”
♥︎ dominate! ellie who . . . who makes sure everyone knows that you belong to her when the two of you go out. now ellie isn’t the type of girlfriend to tell what to to wear or what not to wear—no, she doesn’t actually give a fuck what you wear because she knows at the end of the night the only person who fucks your pussy is her. however, she’s also over protective.
so, if the two of you go the bar with friends, she keeps her arm around your waist or stands behind you with her chin on your shoulder. she rarely drunk much, but she enjoyed the smoke and the music while you got drunk and ground against her. the one—and only time this happened—ellie stepped away from you to use the bathroom. you kept dancing, but when she returned to see ogling eyes and roaming hands, she knew she need to make her territory.
ellie sunk her teeth into your skin, sucking a deep and purple love bite against your neck and now? you wore one every time you went out. like it was premeditated.
♥︎ dominate! ellie who . . . came inside of her pants at work when you sent her photos from home. & i mean so much liquid that she’s lucky she was too important at her job for people to notice that she had to change her pants. you had this.. habit of sending her illicit photos when she didn’t respond to you for hours at a time. not that she minded, because then she knew exactly what she was coming home to later.
her fingers would move dramatically on her keyboard behind her desk. firing off messages like: “your ass better be facing up when i walk through that door tonight.” — “you’re about to take my dick so good later.” — “mommy’s gunna make that pussy come so hard.” — and maybe even the occasional nickname that you’re too shy to admit you like. “that’s a good bunny.”
♥︎ dominate! ellie who . . . fingers you beneath the table at her work dinners. she’ll insist you wear these short dresses she buys you all the time without any underwear on. she has a kink for easy access; especially when it means she can slip her fingers inside of you without anyone knowing.
♥︎ dominate! ellie who . . . who fucks your mouth with her strap when you’re extra needy. ellie typically gets her own satisfaction from watching the way you take her and from hearing how good you sound moaning into her ear. so it’s no wonder that she wanted to watch you suck the silicon dick off after she had just pounded your pussy with it.
her fingers will fist your hair as her hips piston the length deep into your mouth until she’s damn near throat fucking you. you use this to your advantage and touch her cunt with your fingers, brushing the pads over her swollen and sensitive clit. ellie will stutter and throw her head back because—damn. she hardly ever let you satisfy her, but when you tried to, it turned her on even more.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who likes to do Just Dance with you. She doesn’t have a console that supports it, so she just pulls up recordings on youtube.
It’s just a silly game, right? No. Ellie dances like her life depends on it; like she’s gaining those five stars herself. Unbeknownst to her, she’s a pretty shitty dancer and it looks more like she’s flailing her body around rather than following a choreography.
She gets upset when you laugh at her.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who will genuinely wake you up at 3am with her loud-ass laughing at a silly TikTok like this. When you glare over at her, clearly annoyed, she just shoves her bright phone screen in your face.
“Babe, look at this, it’s fucking hilarious.” Yet, you’re not laughing, and she finally catches the hint that you’re quite irritated with her interrupting her your beauty sleep. “Sorry,” she’ll whisper with a soft smile, putting her phone down and pulling you into her chest, lulling you back to sleep.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who lowkirkenuinely (sorry i had to) turns you on without her realizing. She always walks around in wife-pleasers, showing off her lean muscle. Not to add, she’s constantly hugging you from behind and kissing that sweet spot on your neck that makes your stomach flip.
And god, don’t let her get a haircut. When she cuts her auburn hair in short layers during the summer, somehow making those cute freckles of hers even more prominent, your panties are on the bedroom floor IMMEDIATELY.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who learns any song you want her to on her guitar. She’s immediately listening to the song over and over, learning it by ear until it’s perfect to present to you. She loves the wide smile that grows on your face when she finally plays it for you, and she loves it even more when you sing along to it.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who loves to play video games with you. There’s only one desk chair in her apartment, so you usually end up sitting in her lap.
If you’re good at them, she’ll enjoy working with you, or occasionally battling you. She’ll get a bit annoyed if you’re better at something than her, but she’ll praise you either way.
If you’re bad at them, she’ll teach you how to play, defend you from any enemies, and curse out any online players who make fun of you. No, like… she genuinely gets upset if anyone says something about your gaming skills. Face tomato red and everything.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 whose first love confession was through dinosaur puns she had written out on a handmade card with a picture of the two of you attached.
“I love you saur much. You make my heart stomp with happiness. Let's steg together forever. You have me raptor round your finger. Be mine?”
She giggled as you read each one aloud.
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do hcs of what ellie's like drunk and what she's like high and then crossed faded 😋 (gfs) can be smut too
──── ◞ ୨ৎ drunk, high, & cross faded els head cannons! smut, strap usage, mentions of weed & alcohol obvs, drunk!sub! els, dom!high! els, needy! els, etc etc. honestly just a whole bunch of cutie patootie and pussy aching lesbian stuff.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . gets really really out of herself when she’s drunk. like to the point where she’s clinging all over you because she can’t stand on her own, and all she wants to do is talk your ear off about the latest space expedition. it amazes you that she even remembers anything from work when she’s drunk. she’ll be all whiney, laying her head on your lap like: “pleaseeeee baby, i—“ she’ll hiccup, “wanna tell you ‘bout workkk!”
of course you’ll oblige and listen to her endless rambles about how she wishes she was the one going up into space while playing with her hair. nodding your head along to her words, her drunken gaze will meet yours every now and then, and a hiccup will fall from your lips.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . wants her pussy eaten when she’s drank too much. she’s always so much more submissive when she’s drinking versus when she’s smoking. they always say drunk words are sober thoughts, and with the way ellie likes to writhe beneath you makes you wonder if she wants this more often than not.
“fuck—“ she whines, buckling her hips against your hand as you rub her cunt gently. “want.. want your fucking tongue.” she’ll say, lolling her head to the side as she closes her eyes under hooded lids. her desperation makes it hard to say no to her, not like you ever could anyway. so, you give her what she needs and lets her cum on your tongue. her pussy always tastes so sweet.
you wished she would let you eat her out more often. “yes, yes,” she whimpers, fingers digging into your hair as she grinds her pussy into your mouth. “just like that baby, oh fuck!”
♥︎ drunk els who . . . absolutely hates being away from her girlfriend when intoxicated with alcohol. she’ll be at a party with friends while you’re out with your own, calling you and whining into the microphone about how much she misses you and just wants to cuddle into your arms. she’s so adorable when she can hardly speak coherent sentences; it makes you want to drop everything and just go home to wrap yourself in her embrace.
“els, baby!” you’ll call when you finally step into your shared apartment. to which she stumbles out of the bedroom quickly upon hear your voice. her arms will wrap around you quickly, tugging you into her unsteady grip. her lips immediately attack your neck in chaste kisses, nipping at the skin to leave little love bites.
you giggle, walking her backwards into the room, “wanna cuddle my girl.” she whines.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . giggles so much that she spits out her drinks. she had a major giggling problem when she’s drunk, and cannot stop laughing whenever you make a joke that isn’t even remotely funny. it’s almost like you’ve become her personal comedian. to keep her laughing, and to keep hearing her cute giggle, you’ll continue to make lame jokes—remembering some from her pun book that she had forgotten about.
because apparently ellie doesn’t always remember her own jokes, and will even laugh at ones you retell her later on.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . gets really really flushed in the face. i mean like cheeks so red that she looks like she either got sun burnt or became a bright red tomato. either way, you find it adorable and can’t help but poke fun at her even when she grumbles and saunters away from you out of embarrassment. she never manages to get far though—she always finds her way back to you; tugging you into her arms and burying her warm face into your neck.
♥︎ high els who . . . gets extremely possessive. she hardly ever smokes alone, and usually invites friends over when she wants to get high. of course you’re always there because you live together, and when she lets the weed wash over her, she gets suddenly very handsy. she’ll pull you onto her lap and play with your clothes as she passes the joint between her and her friends. when they make jokes or ogle you for too long, she’ll murmur into your neck and kiss your skin.
almost like a sign of dominance. like saying: “you’re mine and only mine, don’t forget that.” you don’t, ever. why would you? you loved when ellie got jealous like this. it was probably one of your favorite versions of her. it always made your stomach flip and curl with anticipation for how she’ll touch you later on.
♥︎ high els who . . . takes what she wants when she wants it. weed isn’t her only form of release, but it helps her wind down after a shitty day at work. not to mention, it’s great foreplay to get in the mood and chilled out. of course when she’s like this, you immediately expect to be made a mess out of. she was always very.. dominant in bed when high.
she’d tie your wrists together and bound your ankles so that you couldn’t move, and then completely fuck you senseless. “e-els!” you’d moan, body jolting with each pound she made into your cunt with the thick strap of silicon. she didn’t even care how much you whined or whimpered from the pressure, she would keep fucking uou until she was satisfied.
blunt dangling from her lips, she’d chuckle. “yeah, take it baby. you can take it—“ she’d grunt. “what a good fuckin’ girl.”
♥︎ high els who . . . doesn’t get munchies for food, she gets it for your pussy. just like fucking you with her strap, she craves your cum whenever she’s high. like extremely bad. to the point where she’s already aching about how good she’ll feel when you finally come undone for her. it’ll be simple at first. just teasing as she smokes—rubs her hand against your clothed cunt as you laid on your stomach.
massaging your ass before rubbing her thumb down the middle of your cunt and massaging that too—until your back was arching and hips were lifting off the bed. “don’t tease me,” you would whine, frowning and pouting your bottom lip. “you’ve already teased me enough..”
she would chuckle and simply smack your ass before spreading your cheeks and immediately diving in for her dessert.
♥︎ high els who . . . likes to caress you while holding you in her arms. being high and hazy makes her a bit drowsy, and sometimes, she just likes to lay there with you beside her. her fingers will skate around your skin—your arms, your side, your stomach, your thighs, your chest, absolutely everywhere. she loves to touch you, and loves to make sure you tingle and shiver whenever she does so.
“feel good?” she’ll whisper into your ear, dragging her fingers up your spine. “you’re so soft, baby,” her lips will brush against your skin before she nips at the lobe. “i wanna kiss you everywhere.”
and she does, of course.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . greens out really easily. you end up having to hold her hair back when she vomits, soothing her by rubbing her back and whispering soft things in her ear. she isn’t exactly in the mood for sex either, so the two of you typically just cuddle. you aren’t the biggest fan of when she drinks and smokes since she’s like completely out of it and incoherent.
it’s hard for her to hold conversations and you end up just laying with her while she watches the ceiling fan spin and tries not to throw up again. it isn’t your.. favorite part of her, but nonetheless, you love her enough to put up with it.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . gets really bad anxiety when she combines the two substances. though she doesn’t listen to your constant warnings, she indulges in the alcohol and weed with her friends because she enjoys the euphoria it gives her at the beginning. then, it all comes crashing back down when her mind begins to whirl and create scenarios that don’t exist. one night, she even brought herself to tears.
“baby, please don’t let the dinosaurs take me to space and preform experiments on me and turn me into a giant shark eating ant.” she blabbered, wailing into your arms as you patted her back. did you have any clue what she was saying? no. was it funny? yes. when she got like this, you often liked to record it and show it to her the next day so that she can relive the embarrassment and you can relive the weirdness of her words.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . tends to space out. there’s been multiple times where you’ve seen her come home from a night out with dina and jesse where she’s simply just staring at the wall. she’ll occasionally follow your fingers if you put them in front of her face, but her green hues stay trained to the beige surface.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . follows cat lasers when you point them at the floor. you didn’t know what it was about being cross faded and cat lasers, but ellie definitely loved them. you had been using it to point to where you needed her to walk, and instead of walking, she got down on her knees and tried to cup the red dot in her hands. each time you moved it away, she would chase it.
“els, baby..” you murmured, holding back your laughter at the pathetic sight of her on all fours.
she whined, pouting her bottom lip. “i-i can’t pick it up—!” her eyes found yours in despair. “baby, pick it up for me! it’s being mean!”
juls’ note ! i’m ngl, it was kinda hard to write these just because i’ve never gotten drunk nor have i smoked and gotten drunk at the same time. so, if they’re a little cringe and off, just bear with me
ellie sat on your vanity table, pencil in hand, calculator in the other. she shifts uncomfortably on the tiny stool she's on, as her leg bounces up and down.
"you sure i couldn't do this on the dining table? i mean, you don't even have a desk. for studying, was what i meant.." ellie murmurs, voice going smaller as she goes. she stays silent, her eyes roaming around the expensive makeup and perfumes that line the corners of your vanity.
you sit on top of your mattress, feel kicking the air as you tossed over an old fashion magazine. "nope. mom's having guests over..and besides. you make for really good eye candy."
ellie's cheeks flush, but she doesn't turn around. she forces her brain to power through the last couple problems, which isn't really a problem for her. its you that's kind of making this whole thing distracting.
she knows you're on top of that bed, barely anything covering you except that sheer linen slip on you wear to bed. most nights...well, only really tonight because you have her over. "..are you done?" you chime in, voice sweet as cherries and ellie can't help but shut her eyes, her self control wavering.
"mmhm. i just have to...finish these ones up. then i can move on to your history paper. if that's fine with you?.." her voice is unsure. always tedious around you. mostly because she doesn't want to say the wrong things around you.
you toss your feet over one another, standing up on your fluffy carpet. ellie can hear you shuffling around her and for once this entire night, she takes a tiny peek over her shoulder. she feels entranced. almost mesmerized just looking at you in such an intimate way. the dim candles making everything feel so close to one another.
your hands slide over the pads of her shoulders, and you dip. dip just enough that she can feel your breathing on the side of her head. she doesn't take her eyes off you. she looks at you with such easiness and vulnerability that makes her look like a dog.
you ruffle her hair, and she unconsciously nuzzles into your hold, your hands feeling like utter warmth that can spread across her. "...did i do...good?" she whispers. she won't hide it. won't hide the fact that she loves when you praise her for things. it's the only reason she agrees to do your homework. just for those few 'you did so good baby. you're so smart.'
"you're doing so, so good. you're just so good at these types of things." you coo.
"for you."
"hmm?"
"i'm good. for you." she says softly, lips parted in an almost pathetic way, eyes glued onto yours as she shifts to the side, facing you. "i''m good for you." she repeats.
you kiss her temple, your hand coming up to the back of her neck, making ellie shiver. her body unconsciously nudges into yours, seeking the comfort only you could give her. the tips of her fingers slip past the little fabric that covers you.
"tch. baby, you know what i said. finish it first" you repeat.
"i know. but i'll be able to finish it much quicker if you give me something to look forward to."
you can't fight off the smile on your lips as her fingers draw closer to the lining of your underwear. she leans on your stomach, her chin propped up as she waits for your answer, her eyes pleading as she gives you tiny, reassuring, yet desperate nods.
"..fine. but just five minutes." you say. her fingers waste no time in tugging your panties down, pen and calculator forgotten as she wraps her other arm around your waist, pulling you over to your bed.
"just five minutes okay? a tiny..tiny break." you repeat.
