jos 🍓

nineteen she/her

[jojo-juice]

Jos’ Masterlist!

💌 • fluff 🪽 • smut 🫧 • headcanons

the last of us

ellie williams

blunt • 🪽

ride it good • 🪽

billie eilish

diet pepsi • 🪽

robin buckley

two scoops • 💌

[jojo-juice]

bad idea! 🎧 phoebe bridgers

summary: after being left alone at a birthday party, you meet phoebe, who is more tempting than you could’ve imagined.

warnings: uhhh smut but barely, fem reader implied, not proof read, that’s all MINORS AND MEN DNI!

the strobe lights flickered in your eyes, the patterns of the flashes burning into the back of your skull. not a single person could touch you tonight. your small black dress and matching heels were little comfort in the big sea of people surrounding you.

it was a birthday party for someone your best friend knew, but you lost her in the crowd. all you knew was that you were uncomfortable and wanted to go home as soon as possible. this had to be the most insane birthday party you’ve ever been to, if you were being honest with yourself.

you make your way to the bar area and sit on a stool, rubbing your temples with your fingers. the music, the lights, everything. it was too much. suddenly, you get a text from your friend, your phone buzzing on the countertop.

“i’m leaving with don,” you roll your eyes when you read this—don is her ex. but you keep reading. “butttt i sent someone to find you. i think you’ll like her.” you make a face at this. how would this girl even know who to look for?

a few minutes pass, until suddenly a platinum blonde girl sits on the stool next to your right. “hey, you’re the friend of..?” she looks at you, and you just roll your eyes and nod.

“how can you even tell?” you ask with more attitude than you would’ve liked. but, in all-seriousness, this entire thing was bullshit. you got dragged to a party for a person you don’t know, and got ditched. then you have to stick around for someone you don’t know? it’s utter bull.

“you seem like the only person here not having a good time, i guess.” her voice seems to have genuine concern. you consider ordering a drink, but choose not to. the last thing you need right now is to be intoxicated.

you turn to her. “can we go somewhere quiet?” you’re making a face, like everything you’re experiencing is just too much. she nods and holds out your hand to grab, which you do reluctantly.

she drags you to a bathroom, of course. every bedroom in the house is occupied. she closes the door and locks it, so as to prevent anyone from barging in. the soft glow of the dim blue lighting hits your faces, and you can even hear the humming of the lights fighting to stay on. the music from outside is loud still, but bearable.

“thanks,” you run a hand through your hair. “um.. i don’t think i’ve got your name yet?”

she chuckles. “right, right, i’m phoebe. i’m a friend of don’s. he produces some of my music.”

your eyes go wide. of course! phoebe bridgers. god, how could you be so stupid? you try to play it off, but phoebe can tell the cogs in your head are beginning to turn.

“oh, yeah. i can’t believe them right now.” you scoff.

“yeah, that shit’s pretty fucked up.. leaving you alone like that.”

i gesture to her. “clearly not that alone.”

she laughs. a real, genuine laugh. “very true.”

you go quiet. it’s getting awkward. phoebe is beautiful, and she’s tempting. if your friend can run off to have some fun, why can’t you? but at the same time, who’s to say phoebe would even agree to such an affair? your mind starts to wander, and she catches it.

“hey, you good?” she asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. it feels like electricity coursing through you. you nod and pull away, pushing yourself up onto the counter and sitting with your back against the mirror, legs crossed. all of it is so utterly tempting.

“why are you wasting your time with me?” you ask bluntly. it’s an honest question. she could be doing anything else, and yet she’s locked herself in a bathroom with a girl she doesn’t know.

phoebe furrows her brows. “what do you mean?”

you give her a look. “you know what i mean. i’m sure you have other friends here.” you look down at your hands, playing with them in your lap.

“none of them are as interesting as you.” she steps closer.

“you don’t mean that. you don’t know me.” you laugh and shake your head, refusing to look at her.

“i’d like to.” she says just above a whisper, grabbing your chin by between her fingers and lifting yourself gaze to meet her’s.

you give her a look. like a you’re lying out of your ass kind of look. but you can’t help but lean into it. she’s mesmerizing in the blue light. it’s a bad idea. you don’t know her, you don’t know anything. you know she’s a talented musician—but that’s about all of what you know. now you just can’t decide if you want her.

“what are we doing?” you whisper, faces inches apart.

“having fun…?” she smiles and quickly glances at your lips before looking directly into your eyes again.

you wait. you’re not going to make the first move. you can’t. she has to. she just has to.

before you can even form another thought, her lips are pressed against yours. she’s soft and welcoming, like somehow she’s waited to do this even though you’ve only just met. she brings one hand to grip your thigh, where your dress is riding up and the other to tangle in your hair.

the kiss is intoxicating. no drug or drink could ever make you feel the way that this kiss does. she drags her mouth down to your neck, leaving slight kisses before going back to your lips. she’s so good at this, it scares you.

you grab her hand that is resting on your thigh and bring it up to cup your chest over your dress. she squeezes gently, earning a small noise from you.

she pulls away. “you’re so beautiful, it’s gonna kill me.” you stare at her with hooded eyes. you don’t want anything other than her right now. you pull her back in for another kiss, and lean your head back against the mirror.

she takes this as an invitation and begins to kiss your neck some more, careful not to leave any marks. she’s now sliding her hand down your body towards the inside of your thighs, when you hear a bang on the door.

“bro, cmon! i gotta pee!”

you two stop and laugh, your head collapsing onto her shoulder. so much for fun.

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might make a part 2 oops

[sticklystag]

love how robin just drags will around that’s her new favorite gay boy

[bylerworld]

give him absolutely anything he wants right fucking now

if he wants the boy he'd better get the boy

[bylerworld]

i will love him forever

[daisysdoodahh]

stand in title ft. robin buckley

~wlw/angst~

pairing: robin buckley x reader

word count:

warnings: 80's homophobia, internalised homophobia, reader being deep in the closet, religious conditioning

You tell everyone you started dating Steve because he’s steady, charming, safe.

You don’t tell them the real reason—that being with Steve keeps your mind occupied, keeps you from staring too long at a certain girl with sharp blue eyes and a laugh that makes your ribs ache in ways scripture never prepared you for.

Robin watches the two of you with a smile that never reaches her eyes.

You pretend not to notice. Pretend not to feel the sting. Pretend not to understand the twisting in your gut whenever Steve kisses you and you wish—God, you wish—it felt like something other than relief.

You tell yourself it’s normal. That what you feel around Robin is just admiration, or nerves, or nothing at all.

Nothing at all.

At a small party weeks later, you and Robin end up drinking more than planned—one small couch, one too-loud room, knees bumping.

“You’re different lately,” Robin says, voice slurred, eyes unbearably soft. “You’re with Steve but you look at me like you’re somewhere else.”

Your throat tightens. “Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying—”

“You’re wrong.” You cut her off too fast, too sharp. “I don’t look at you like anything.”

She laughs, but it breaks halfway through. “Then why are you shaking?”

You don’t know who leans in first. Maybe both of you. Maybe fate. Maybe the universe getting tired of waiting.

Her lips taste like cheap beer and mint gum and something you’ve been starving for without admitting it.

And then you’re yanking away like you’ve been burned.

“What the hell was that?” you snap, voice cracking. “Why would you do that?”

Robin stares, stunned. “You kissed me back.”

“No,” you spit, standing too fast. “No, I don’t—I’m not—You’re ruining everything!”

“(Y/N)—”

“You don’t get to do this to me!” you shout, louder than you meant, angrier than you should be. “I don’t feel that way. I can’t.”

Robin doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe.

You storm out, because it’s easier than admitting the truth:

You felt everything. And it terrifies you.

[slvt4bowie]

the sheer lesbianism i feel towards maya hawke should be a sin

[jojo-juice]

two scoops • robin buckley 🍦

robin buckley x byers!reader

summary: you and will were dropping some lunch off to your best friend, steve harrington, at his job since he was starving and had no time to run off and grab something. however, you play oblivious to the fact that his coworker is head over heels for you the second you walked up to their counter at scoops ahoy.

warnings: none really, just the use of y/n, fem reader, and will calls you out after your interaction with robin! not proofread

the summer had been long. nothing fun had happened, and there was never anything to do. you knew that dustin was out of town (courtesy of steve) and that the rest of the kids were out doing whatever. after mike and lucas ditched him for their girlfriends again, you invited your brother, will, to come to the mall with you.

after the year they had, you knew they deserved all deserved to have some fun. you just wished they’d include will more.

you picked up steve’s favorite chinese food, and made your way through the mall to scoops. you have had their ice cream before, and you and will had actually talked about grabbing some before you walk around the mall together.

something in the air shifted when you made your way over to the shop. noticeably, it was slower than steve described. but nothing had really changed, there was just something about the vibe of steve’s coworker standing at the counter that caught your attention. nothing you could put into words, though.

maybe it was the way her lips parted when you made your way over. or the way she stumbled over her words when you first locked eyes. you weren’t sure, but you brushed it off. because, hey, you’re not great at meeting new people either. that’s all it was, right?

will carried the food in a bag, and you placed your palms on the counter and looked behind robin, looking for steve. when you couldn’t see him, you looked at the girl, who was still at a loss for words (for whatever reason, unbeknownst to you).

“hi, i’m here to drop off steve’s lunch.” you smiled softly.

“uh, sure. yeah.” she turns around and opens their little window, peaking her head through. you hear her call his name, then mumble something.

she whipped her body back around and smiled. a goofy smile, like she had a burst of courage. “he’ll be out in a sec’. i’m robin, by the way.”

you giggled. “i’m y/n,” then you gestured to your brother. “this is my younger brother, will.” will waved shyly, having already met robin because of the kids using their door to get into movies for free. without missing a beat, steve burst open the door.

“y/n byers!” he exclaimed. he then noticed will. “and little byers!” you made a face, but laughed. will laughed too, but he was really only watching the way robin could not keep her eyes off of you.

will held up the bag of food. “lunch!” steve grabbed it from him, as if he was ravenous.

he opened the bag and smelled what was inside and threw his head back. “god, byers, you’re awesome.” he looked at you and pointed. “you know that?”

you looked at robin, and exchanged a look. little did you know how hard her heart was beating. like it could burst at any moment. like you could tell her to get on her knees and worship you, and she’d do it without hesitation.

he turned around and ran into the back, probably to eat his food with all fervor. you turned to robin and cleared your throat.

“is he like that with you too?” you sigh and laugh.

“not quite,” she places a hand on her hip. “but, at least i know he’s got friends that aren’t only thirteen years old.” she glanced at will with a smile.

you slap your hand on your forehead. “god, yeah. him and i are always babysitting those little shits.” you roll your eyes playfully, thinking about all the times you and steve had to run to the kids’ rescue for whatever the reason may be at the time.

robin couldn’t help but just stare. she had no response to give you. she couldn’t stop staring at the way your hair fell on your shoulders. how your lips were such a pretty shade, glossed over by whatever lipgloss. how your tank top and shorts hugged you in all the right places, and how your eyes batted at her, waiting for her to say something.

shit.

when robin realizes the heavy silence, she smacks her lips and drums her fingers on the counter. “um, sorry. c-can i get you anything? any samples… or…”

will looks at you, but your eyes are still locked on robin. now it’s your turn to not respond. will rolls his eyes.

“we’ll just get some vanilla ice cream in a cup, if that’s okay.” he looks at you again, but this time you return the gaze. when robin turns around to grab a cup, you mouth ‘thank you.’

“um, two scoops… please.” you call out to her. robin turns around and smiles.

“you got it, m’lady.” robin is screaming inside.

“why did i say that? why would i say that? she’s gonna think im a freak. fuck. i fucked it up. i just met her and i already fucked it up.”

you smile, though. you’re actually charmed by that, actually. not that you’d say it out loud though.

she clears her throat as she slings the ice cream into the cup. “sprinkles? chocolate drizzle?”

you shame your head. “no, thank you. i’ve only got a few bucks on me so i’m saving whatever i can.”

robin looks around and says, “it’s no problem, really. on the house.” she winks.

you furrow your brows. “really? you don’t have to do that.”

will rolls his eyes again, not that either you or robin noticed, but he is fed up with this awkward interaction. “y/n.” you look at him and shake your head, as if you were taking yourself out of a trance.

“actually, yeah, sure.” you turn to your brother again. “chocolate drizzle and sprinkles?” will nods and smiles, which makes your heart happy. it’s so rare you see that anymore.

“okay, chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?”

“rainbow,” will responds. “too much chocolate will make me sick.” you nod in agreement.

she finishes your order and hands it to you. as you grab the cup from her hand, your fingers make contact, ever so slightly. the soft brush of skin and silver rings hitting your knuckles was enough to make you want to jump out of your skin. you didn’t know why.

will saw this all happening, though—and he knew all too well what was happening. one thing about your little brother, he’s very observant.

you play it cool and smile. “thanks, robin. i’ll see you around, yeah?”

she stumbles over her words again. “y-yeah. totally.”

steve comes through the door one more time. “robin you’ve got to make a—” he makes a face when he sees you still standing at the counter.

“sorry, you’re still here?” he shovels a spoonful of rice into his mouth. robin whips around and gives him a please don’t look.

“yeah,” you hold up the cup of ice cream.

“ah.” he says, shoving more food into his mouth.

you turn to robin one last time. “um, can we get two spoons please?”

robin blinks, and steve has to come in and save the day. he grabs the spoons and hands them to you and will. “thanks, steve.”

you say goodbye to him as he pays you back for the lunch and wave to robin, smiling.

god, your smile. she could get used to it so fast.

on your way back to your car about an hour after walking around the mall, will turns to you. “do you think i’m blind?”

you frown and meet his gaze as you get in the car, waiting to start it. “what’re you talking about?”

“okay, y/n, i’m young but i’m not stupid.” he laughs in disbelief.

“i’m sorry? what?” you laugh back, completely and utterly confused.

“you and robin? seriously, y/n. you were practically making out with your eyes.”

you push your tongue in the side of your cheek. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, besides. i wouldn’t be surprised if steve’s already got that in the bag.”

will was on of the only people who knew about you liking girls, other than steve. but it didn’t matter, steve always got the girl, no matter what.

“y/n you can’t be serious. she was acting so weird.”

“and how would you know what her ‘normal’ looks like?” you shoot him a stare as you start to back up out of your parking spot.

“i see her all the time when me and my friends see movies. i don’t think steve has it in the bag like you’re assuming.”

you look at him and shake your head. “whatever, will. it’s nothing.”

“whatever you say.” he turns and looks out the window. you turn the music up on the radio, but your mind begins to wander as you drive.

what if it’s not a shot in the dark this time?

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a/n: hiiii i’m so obsessed with maya hawke and robin rn it’s not funny. season 5 in two days (almost one)!!!!!! i’ll probably write more for robin soon. also, for my followers, i’m sorry i disappeared for like almost a year! i lurked but im back now :P okay i hate this but bye

[kidovna]

4 days to ST5! yearly rebelwise art because this is The Most Anticipated s5 duo for me

(more stranger gays art here)

[katebishopsbaefy]

oh my god 4 and/or 12 with billie i would die🙏

(also i love your writing sm💕)

prompt list

4) slow sex while one or both are injured

words: 607

“This is so dumb… This is so dumb…” she mutters to herself over and over and over. It’s starting to drive you insane.

“Billie, it’s not dumb. It was bound to happen at some point,” you snap, a little harsher than you meant you. When tears fill her eyes, your heart just about shatters.

She’d broken her ankle. Again. This must’ve been, what, the fifth time? It just wouldn’t stay healed, especially not with all of the jumping around she did on tour. She already knew the drill, all the icing and physical therapy and extra precaution that comes with the injury, and she was dreading it. In fact, you both happened to be sitting on the couch, icing her foot like the doctor had told you to do often.

“It is dumb. I didn’t- I don’t understand-” Billie starts, but her tears slowly start to take over.

“Oh, Bil…” you whisper quietly, your voice softening at the tears leaking down her cheeks. You know how hard this has been for her in the past. You hate to see her go through it again. You can’t move her much because you don’t want to jostle her foot, but you reach a gentle hand out to wipe her tears. “Hey… it’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll just… have more time to hang out. That’s not that bad, right?”

When you soften, she softens. She looks up at you with tearful, red eyes and shakes her head, her bottom lip protruding in a small pout. She looks adorable. Miserable, but adorable, and you can tell you might be getting through to her a little. “We can watch so many movies, and you can teach me how to crochet, and I can teach you French, and we can rearrange the whole house… it’ll be fun. I think you need a good break, anyway.”

At all of the suggestions, she can’t help but crack the tiniest, most heartbreaking smile you’ve ever seen. The look alone could make you cry. You cup her damp cheeks in your palms, and softly kiss the tip of her nose as you return the smile. “Can I getchu anythin’ right now?”

She sniffles softly, and her gaze leaves yours for a brief moment. Not for long, though. She’s not one to get very embarrassed when asking you for things. “...Can you take care of me?” she asks in a small voice.

If it’s possible, you soften even more. You can tell what that look in her eyes means; it’s not really about the sex. She just wants to feel close to you. And you want the same thing. “‘Course, baby. Here… lie down…”

It takes a long moment of giggles and almost falling off the couch, but you manage to get her situated with her back propped up against the armrest of the couch with the ice still on her foot. You slowly climb over her and rest your head on her chest, your finger on her clit. You rub soft circles into her, being so incredibly gentle with her. That’s all she deserves: gentleness. When she sighs, you can tell you’re doing a good job. Your lips trail over her neck, not hard enough to leave marks, but just enough to give her even more comfort.

“M’gonna come,” she mumbles through breathy moans and sighs, her body starting to tremble softly under you.

You kiss your way up to her lips, and mumble soft reassurances against them. They might be within the context of the sex, but you really mean them in the context of the long healing journey ahead of her. “I’m right here.”

[chrissv4mp]

♱ shoot your shot. . .

you never found any interest in sports. ever since you were a little kid, you never felt attracted to the idea of dribbling down a court or kicking a ball into a goal just for the feeling of fulfillment. but you never judged anyone who did.

especially not billie.

she was the star player—the one who carried the girls' varsity basketball team for the school, the one who was always making three-pointers and swiftly stealing the ball from the opposing team just to drive it all the way down the court and make the lay-up.

so, now, you found yourself sitting on the bleachers in the gym, watching as billie played with all of the boys who tried too hard and a couple of girls who were on junior varsity.

billie always played softer whenever she was going against the jv girls. you noticed that after your third time watching her play. it made your crush on her just that little bit stronger.

you were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't even heard the loud calls of your name or the sight of a basketball flying straight at you until it hit you square in the face, flinging your glasses off of your face and making you double over in pain.

"oh shit." you knew who was coming up to you almost immediately upon hearing her voice.

of course, billie was the first one to jog over and snatch your glasses off the dusty gym floor and kneel at your feet, reaching over to grab the basketball from under the bleachers before finally looking up at you.

"i'm so sorry, i should've run over to grab the ball instead of jus' standin' there like an idiot." billie apologizes, sighing softly as she holds out her hand for you to take the glasses.

your fingers brush against her palm during the exchange, and even that small interaction making your stomach flip.

"no, don't worry, i should've seen it com—" you stammer, but billie cuts you off before you can defend her.

"dude, your nose is bleeding like hell, don't try to defend me." billie scoffs, voice playful yet stern at the same time. she gets up from off her knee before passing the ball to one of the girls.

she grabs your hand before you can even process what's happening, her fingers interlacing in yours as she carefully leads you out into the hall and down to the restrooms.

billie grabs a few paper towels and rushes you into the girls' restroom, having you sit on the countertop between the two small sinks as she begins to dab at the blood dripping down your lips and chin before it gets to your clothes.

her actions are gentle, touch featherlight as she tilts your head back to slow the bleeding before she has you grab a few paper towels and hold them to your nose.

"pinch the bridge of your nose, it'll help to slow down the blood." billie instructs, voice soft and quiet as she watches you do as she says, eyes on yours.

she starts giggling softly after a few minutes of silence, and you're quick to tilt your head back down to see what she's laughing at. when you see that her eyes are on you, your face flushes red instantly.

her laughter only gets louder at your dumbfounded face, biting her lip so that she can speak without laughing, "no, no, i'm not laughing at you. jus'... it's funny that the first time we're alone together is when i gave you a bloody nose."

it's not supposed to be funny, but billie's laugh is contagious and you can't stop the smile that begins to curl on your lips. billie steps closer without even realizing, one of her hands coming to rest on your forearm when she doubles over in laughter.

"i would've never thought our star varisty player was such a goofball," you tease, sniffling and pulling back the bloody paper towel from your nose, noticing the blood is pretty much gone.

billie straightens up at your words, cocking an eyebrow and dropping her jaw in faux offense, "really? you're sayin' you thought i was boring?" billie scoffs, lips curling into a small smile.

you shrug at her words, a smug smirk still on your face, "well i wouldn't say boring. i think i thought you were like the boys, but hot. much hotter." you say quietly, your heart beating rapidly.

it seemed like the perfect time to shoot your shot—you just hoped it wasn't an airball, you knew she had standards.

billie's smirk grows wider at your flirty words, stepping closer, standing between your legs now as she looks up at you. she's careful not to go too far with her touches, her hands gently creeping up to grab your hands.

"y'know, i thought the same about you." she murmurs, eyes flicking down to your upturned lips, "but i'd add that i thought you were pretty, confident, and look crazy beautiful each time you go up on that stage to give your little speeches."

your cheeks flush even brighter, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering faster and faster. she was so close now, her face only inches away from yours.

"especially when you give me that sweet little smile of yours when you call my name to come up," billie adds, voice quiet now.

her feelings about you are clear now, and you can't help but lean even closer, "perks of being apart of leadership is we can call whoever we want for the games and activities."

"i guess now you know why you're always my first pick." you mutter before finally closing the—

"billie! dude, get your ass back on the court, we're getting our asses beat out here!"

guess you just have to take your time on the next shot.

LETTERS. this is lowkey bad, anyway here's this little trope that i love but can't write for the life of me 💔

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[katebishopsbaefy]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ texts w gf billie pt. 3 ˚ 𐙚 . ⋆

[ilselblnd]

si

[jojo-juice]

diet pepsi 🥤 billie eilish

warnings: smut, car sex, public sex kinda, praise

(based off of diet pepsi by addison rae)

as billie drove through the dark streets, she clenched her jaw, frustrated after the long day she had. you sat in the passenger seat of her porsche, crossing your legs. you found her current state shamefully hot, but you’d never say it out loud.

she had just finished ranting to you about her day, and the car’s air was still. her music played at a low volume, and a thousand thoughts were racing through your head.

you felt bad about how bad her day was, but it was getting harder and harder to not saying something—anything—to her.

you look out the window, trying to stop yourself from begging her to pull over right then and there. the moonlight reflected off of her silver chains that you wish were dangling over you.

billie turns the music up a little, driving with one hand. the blush that covers your cheeks is undeniable.

“don’t act like i can’t see you over there.” she chuckles.

“w-what are you talking about?” you ask. her voice catches you by surprise, considering how heated she was just moments before.

“all squirmy and shit. it’s cute.” she shakes her head as if to say that she disapproves, but the dirty thoughts racing through her mind said otherwise.

you scoff. “all squirmy?”

“yes, y/n. crossing your legs, too. seriously, you think i don’t notice it?”

you bite your lip. the roads have been empty for nearly twenty minutes, and you’re surrounded by nothing but darkness and trees. the thought of her pulling over just made you even hornier as you realized what was about to happen.

you notice as she starts to slow down and pull off to the side of the road, as if to suggest she had read your mind.

“c’mon.” she turns the car off, leaving you two sitting in complete darkness and silence.

“a-are you serious? here?” you try to hide your excitement, but she saw right through it.

“yes baby, backseat.”

without a second thought, you quickly exit the car and open the rear door, climbing in the backseat while she does the same.

not wasting a second, she attaches her lips to yours. her pink lips were soft and sweet, leaving no room for error as she slipped her tongue into your mouth.

quietly, you moan into her mouth as she quickly takes control of your kiss, her hand making its way to your hair and grabbing a fistful of it.

she pulls away and under her husky breath, she says something that makes your heat tingle.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good baby,” she kisses you sloppily then adds, “losin’ all your innocence to me.”

she then kisses you even harder, and forcefully pulls you onto her lap, straddling her. your jeans were making it hard to stretch, but she dragged her hands down to your ass and squeezed rough while she kissed you.

“off.” she said simply.

you quickly climbed off of her to take off your jeans and made your way back into her lap, now wearing just your panties and white tank top, your red lacy bra peeking through.

she grabs your ass again and uses your hips to grind down on her thighs. you gasp and grab her by her shoulders, leaning your head back as she bites her lip, watching you with lust-filled eyes.

growing impatient to feel her fingers inside of you, she drags one hand down to your panties and slowly moves them to the side, allowing you to grind against her hand.

she leans up to whisper in your ear. “i love when you’re wet for me, baby.”

you whimper, and she laughs cockily as you desperately grind against her hand harder, trying to gain friction.

“c’mon, you’re not doing all the work, you know that right?” she shakes her head again and slowly circles her two fingers over your clit.

you moan, the quiet car now being filled by pants, moans, and the dirty words coming from your girlfriend.

“what do you want, hm?”

“you..” was all you could get out.

“mm, i know.” she cooed.

without another word, she slowly inserts her finger, gasping at the sensation of your walls closing in on her.

“god, y/n.” her face is now focused, her brows furrowed. everything has become more serious to her, and she’s determined to make you cum all over her fingers.

your whimpers turn into loud moans as she slowly pumps in and out of you, the angle hitting your g-spot perfectly.

“fuck!” you cry to her, the sensation overwhelming you.

keeping your hands on both her shoulders to steady yourself, you slowly ride her hand. she brings her free hand up and pulls you down by her chin to kiss you hungrily, moaning into the kiss.

she pulls back and says, “i wish it wasn’t so dark, i wanna see how pretty you look riding my hand.”

you smile at this and make a weak attempt at a laugh, but it’s made nearly impossible when she adds another finger. your face contorts, and you collapse your forehead on top of hers.

“are you gonna cum for me, mama?” she bites her lip again, completely engulfed in the dirty scene she had displayed in front of her.

you hum in response, signaling that your orgasm was inching closer.

“that’s my girl.” she pumps faster, biting your neck softly as she feels you reach your high.

you allow yourself to take full control, grinding on her fingers.

“that’s right baby, use my hand.”

your moans grow louder and louder, the lust completely taking over.

a few quiet moans escape her mouth too, getting off at the sounds of just your pussy and shaky breaths.

“billie, im so close…”

“cum on my fingers, y/n.”

you lean your head back again, and with one loud and final cry, your climax washes over you, and your release covers her fingers.

“god, you’re so fucking sexy.” was all she could say as she listened to you ride out your high.

a shaky and whimpering mess, you slowly climb off and sit beside her, attempting to catch your breath. not that you could see it, but she looks at you and brings her fingers to her mouth, tasting what she worked so hard for.

“goddamn, my arm is tired,” she blurts out, and you two laugh loudly. “you sound so pretty when you’re like that.”

you playfully slap her arm and begin to put your jeans back on.

“shut up.” you say, excusing her flattery.

“ready to go home?” she asks as you two get into the front seats again. she turns the car on and the lights finally turn on, allowing you two to see your red and tired faces once again.

you smirk and nod, imagining what she has waiting for you at home.

she really did manage to take any and all innocence away from you in that porsche.

[meganegatari]

pool/beach day w/ ellie thoughts! source of pondering: i was in the pool and am never not thinking about ellie so…this is very much insane projecting LOL. (like projecting to the level of this was literally how i spent the last few hours but am writing as if it's ellie…with creative expansions obvi.) informal format, basically just thinking and not a fr story iykwim. closer to headcanons? I DON'T KNOW JUST A SHITTY YAP OF SORTS OK. loser!ellie kindaaa, jesse cameo, teeny suggestive mentions if you squint.

pool (or beach, either work) day with ellie, how fun!! let's start with her fit. she'd wear plaid swim trunks with a sports bra style bikini top, unbuttoned short sleeve button up shirt on top when out of the water, all pieces of her outfit totally different, clashing patterns. yet she somehow rocks it. and when she's in the water, she wears swim goggles because of course. she'd love wearing her outfit, and “f-boy” coded ellie would hike her bottoms down just enough so her happy trail would peek out perfectly, because she knew all the girls would drool at the sight. you included. (who wouldn't.)

in the water however, she'd be a nuisance like none other, literally turning into a teen boy. splashing you like crazy, goofing around until there's so much water in her nose you're sure you can hear it sloshing around inside her skull. at times you'd even have to act like her mother, yelling at her to reapply her sunscreen so her delicate skin didn't burn to a crisp. she finds this absolutely hilarious.

“ellie, you're gonna turn into a lobster, get over here!” you toss the bottle in the air and catch it, a fed-up look on your face. she stands up and shakes the water off her body as if she's a dog, then strides over to you, snatching the sunscreen out of your hand. she rolls her eyes, and you can clearly hear the smirk in her tone. “ugh, sorry mom. i bet i'd be delicious as a lobster though.” she chuckles at her stupid joke, a husky “heh”, but then doubles over laughing even harder once she sees your stone-cold expression not crack in the slightest. in the most bored, deadpan voice you could muster, “you taste fine as-is, dork.” cue her face turning as bright red as a freshly boiled lobster once the rebuttal properly registers in her mind. you = 1, ellie = 0.

you'd be over there away from the water on a towel trying to get some vitamin d, or hidden away in the shade with a book and cocktail with one of the tiny umbrellas in it, but your els would want you there with her, and try to drag you in the water.

as she grabs your arm to pull you to your feet, “c'mon babe, get in. just for a little bit, how aren't you bored over there?” when you don't move, she attacks your neck with cold, wet smooches, the temperature of her lips a shock against your hot, dry skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over. finally you'd comply, following her while she's pulling you in. “see, look how nice it is!” a grin so wide it melts your insides, you can't be mad at her, and you find a floaty to lay on. you can do some relaxation like that. but ellie, she insists to be close to you at all times, and finds a floaty to lay on next to yours. can't forget she's still holding your hand, you both look like two little otters floating down a stream, swept away on beds of seaweed, hand in hand.

as you're listening to the sounds of the water around you, the gentle rocking as a gust of wind passes by, you feel ellie's grip on your hand go limp, and you look over at her to see the fucker's dead asleep. “hey, ellie?” you ask, and are met with silence, her head lolled to the side with her mouth slightly open, she was out cold. it seems all that silly splashing around had made her tired, and that in combination with the comforting, warm environment had rocked her to sleep. you float there next to her peacefully for a short while, resting your eyes. then out of nowhere, you hear her yelp, and sit up to see that her friend, jesse, had made an appearance and threw a volleyball at her, which hit her smack-dab in the face. “what the fuck man!” he's looking smug, proud of his aim, and waves hi to you. ellie throws the ball back at him, but unfortunately she misses. and by a long shot at that, seems she was still drowsy. you're tuning them out and have returned to floating in relaxation, vaguely hearing them yelling profanities and “your mom” jokes to each other. in no time at all ellie bolts out of the water and dashes over to him, and you take a deep breath, happy to get some quiet, but also enjoying watching them from afar as they toss the ball around. ellie gestures for you to join them, to which you yell to her that you'll join in a bit, watching from the sidelines was proving to be better entertainment than you thought it would be, you loved observing her athletic form, whatever she's doing.

and so the evening continues like that, you two make it back home as it gets dark, and crash into bed immediately. bla bla bla...

yeah i dunno. had to write SOMETHING don't yell at me if it's crap idrc. ig i shall tag peeps anyway cuz that's what yall do! wrote while listening to tsp, especially 1979 which is a very summery song imo. sunset drives with friends blasting that song...UGHHHH

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[jojo-juice]

okay but ellie williams leading you away from your friends at a bonfire just to fuck you quietly behind a tree and then making you go back after and pretend like nothing happened—you just lost your way back. that’s definitely all!

[jojo-juice]

ur name is adorable

thank you so much sweetness!! 💗💗💗