“ well pin me up & call me pixie , it ‘s an intro .ᐟ.ᐟ “
“now i want someone badly…”
ᯓ★ a sweet girl’s confession of identity
⟢ baseline : dolly / ali . eighteen , she / her / hers , lesbian, far-left , enfp , southern , iraqi - american , 5 ‘2.5 , certified #1 shirley temple 🍒 fan , oc maker (proud mama of mallory morgan 🪶) && blitz writer , aspiring registered travel nurse , super interested in pop culture and odd symbolism in poetry . be warned : i love to block people who disagree with me ! this is my page , you will not make me feel bad on my page !
⟢ series : yellowjackets , how i met your mother, supernatural , arcane , new girl , the office , friends , house md , hannibal , ahs , shameless , criminal minds , when the streetlights go on , tlou , the rookie , abbott elem. , glee , grey’s anatomy , the pitt .
⟢ cinema / theatre : little women , bones & all , ladybird , the perks of being a wallflower , priscilla , pearl , juno , call me by your name , scott pilgrim vs the world , beautiful boy , heretic , but i ‘m a cheerleader , 10 things i hate about you , girl interrupted , bottoms , companion , the virgin suicides , heathers , hamilton , grease , hairspray , mean girls , sweeney todd , cabaret , rocky horror picture show , ride the cyclone .
⟢ music : jeff buckley , radiohead , fiona apple , the marías , syd matters , billy joel , david bowie , lizzy mcalpine , adrienne lenker , role model , malcolm todd , leith ross , simon & garfunkel , lorde , clairo , paramore , taylor swift , sophie thatcher , beabadoobee , lana del rey .
⟢ masterlist : under construction 🚧 , but here it is !
⌗ FAQ :
‘ are your dms open ?? ‘ … yes ! my dms are open to anyone and everyone , i love making friends :))
‘ are you taking requests ? ‘ … i am always taking requests for anything ! keep in mind i may not get to them right away as writer ‘s block hits me painfully hard , but i do see them , & i ‘ll most likely dm you updates on it if asked !
‘ why are we not mutuals ?’ … i dunno baby , i always follow back ;)
.. ♡ & ⤿ to be mutuals , comment to be on the taglist !
makin out with loser!ellie — ⚢♡︎☺︎︎ she’s so adorable
kissing , neck kissing , cursing, dry humping — thigh riding , ellie’s a whole mess , praise (sorta), ellie cums her pants. men dni !!
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Her whole body felt warm. She couldn’t tell if it was from your body heat or from how worked up she was. She didn’t even know what to do with herself. She couldn’t be still. Her hands were everywhere as you kissed — messy , needy. Her hands roamed subconsciously. Just up and under your shirt, feeling the skin of your stomach. You’d really just climb onto her straddling her thigh. You’d only really been kissing like this for maybe two minutes. But she was already soaked. Embarrassing really.
She let out little sighs as you cupped her jaw, deepening the kiss. Barely even breathing.
You’d kept on like that for little while, like you couldn’t get enough of each other. It didn’t quite register in Ellie’s head right away, that is until she really felt it. Felt you. She kinda froze for a second— then she heard your little moan against her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open, seeing your hips rut against her thigh.
“H—holy shit.” She whispered. Barely even audible to her own ears. She bit back a groan when she felt your lips on her cheek— to her jaw. Eyes closing again.
Her hands found your hips. Not guiding but just feeling as you moved across her thigh. She could already feel the mess her own boxers. She genuinely felt so out of it— mind cloudy with lust. “God— Ellie you’re so hot.” you whisper, breath heavy against her ear. She lets out a sort of groan, her own hips jutting slightly. A poor attempt to ease the ache between her thighs. She was just flushed pink, cheeks arm — chest falling and rising.
The way you humped yourself against her thigh was almost overwhelming for her. She truly was a mess, hearing you continuously whisper sweet nothings in her ears, calling her hot like you weren’t some goddess on her lap.
She was really trying to be a trooper— not trying to feel as pathetic as she looked. But god, you were just so hot , this wa just so hot. She couldn’t help the little things that slipped from her mouth, little curses. But it’s truly over when your lips connect with that sensitive spot on her neck.
“Fuckfuckfuck”
She curses out as her hips twitch, a flush of sticky wetness filling her boxers. Her eyes squeeze shut as she groan, cheeks all flushed. She felt all overwhelmed and hot. After a quick and embarrassing high, she forced herself to open her eyes and look at you.
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cooking and listening to jeff buckley, thinking about how sweet she’d look sat on the counter. walking past her purposely so she could hook her legs around my waist and pull me in for the sweetest of kisses. food forgotten, lost in my favourite doe eyes, entranced by my favourite person.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: connotations of gore, ellie hates abby, ellie is a horndog, “baby” and “sweetheart” are used
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i don’t hate my beautiful abby do not think that because of the beginning 🥹 (also i know this is a little delayed—i’m doing multiple stories to post for my lovelies!) uhh…also did this as soon as i woke up because i seen i had over 300 notes and 11 followers?!?!
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ellie was…exhausted.
she’d been thinking about ways she’d kill abby, how she would sound when the knife plunges deep into her heart. or how her body would fall onto the ground with a bullet in her head—the thought gets ellie excited.
but what was more exciting was going home to her girlfriend, whom was waiting for her at home with open arms (and hopefully open legs). ellie’s mind filled with thoughts of how she’d fuck you. doggy so she could gaze into your pretty eyes and watch your pretty face contort with pleasure through the mirror? missionary so she could hold your hips and thrust slowly to tease?
or maybe she should just make you ride her face.
ellie’s lips pulled into a grin as the door was kicked shut by the heel of her boot. you,excitedly, walk up to ellie with a smile sent from the heavens and wrapped both arms around her neck. pulling her in for a sweet kiss, ellie’s slender fingers finding purchase on your waist—rubbing up and down like she owned the skin beneath the robe. ( spoiler alert: she does.)
“hi, baby,” your voice smooth like honey and lips as soft of butter as they brushed against hers. you didn’t move away from her yet. you didn’t want to—you haven’t seen her since this morning, and had been missing her presence for what felt like eons.
“hey, sweetheart. did you miss me?”
“oh, terribly so,” you teased. pecking her on the lips again.
“what’s under this?” ellie questioned curiously, fingers idly tracing circles against the soft fabric to hold back from having her way already.
“i’m happy you asked,” you grinned cheekily. grabbing her hand and practically dragging her to the bedroom. you didn’t even give you a chance to catch up before you shed the robe, giving her the nicest view of your tits and ass. ellie’s breath hitched, eyes breeding roaming her girlfriends’ body shamelessly. “fuck, baby…”
with fumbling fingers, ellie started to undress her bottoms. eyes on your figure the entirety of the fumble—her heart thumping in her chest at the pace she’d thump into you in the next hour or so.
something about kneeling in front of your butch & them cupping the bottom of your jaw while they fuck your throat, getting all teary-eyed and watching them watch you 🥹🥹🥹
Can you do adult Van with a femme fatale s/o who’s very particular about spoiling her? They probably freaky asf lmao
van who revels in how much you turn heads, who always wraps her arm around your waist to show everyone that you're hers. only a bit possessive and jealous... you're the same way honestly, always a strong grip on van's waist to remind her you need her near, always tugging on her hand when she's busy glaring at some dude who's staring at you the wrong way.
van who flushes easily from your flirting, who loves how straightforward and confident you are in what you want from her. what you need.
what you need is to spoil your butch, to shower her in so much love that she's swimming in it. you buy her nearly everything, whatever she wants, she gets it. no questions, no complaints about the price. not like she can ever deny you anyway, not when you're pouting at her and shoving the item into her hand before she can even say no.
seducing her when you wanna spoil her extra hard just because you like seeing her mind shut off and dumbly nod to your requests. wrapping your arms around her neck, telling her all about this new jacket you wanna get her in your raspy voice. pulling her close to your body, until you can feel her strap bulge against your thigh, and then mentioning how she can fuck you in her new jacket <3
cleaning around the house in your bra and panties just to fuck with her <3 van who still works at the shop and edits videos for ppl, and you, who loves to dust off the crt tv while she's in the middle of it :p bending over in your skimpiest panties, noticing when she's stopped playing the video and asking what's wrong in your fakest voice ever..
letting her pay for the dinner bill just ONCE, but as a thank you, she gets a strapjob under the table 😝😝 think van would loveee to take the risk and not even put the tablecloth over your hand.
scratching her up real good while she fucks you and taking care of her after. apologizing for doing so much but you just got new nails and wanted to put them to use!! putting ointment on her marks and kissing them better, offering to go get her a beer after all the hard work she did.
speaking of nails, she neeeeds to see them wrapped around her strap after you send her a pic of your freshly manicured nails.
being the one to tie her tie for her when you go out, being the one to tie her laces too, which always gets her goin'. you always scold her for making you guys late because she was so needy, and she's forced to wait out in the living room because she messed up your makeup -__-
she likes seeing your makeup run down your face when you deepthroat her strap too btw <3
something something using your heel to get her off !!! wearing your prettiest ones, something sparkly and expensive, and rubbing it on van's strap bulge while she's looking up at you like you're the only thing that matters (you are). maybe even digging the heel into her thigh until she's wincing and squirming.... she loves the bruise. she loves the heeljobs !!!!
jinx had followed you from the moment you left the event—something formal, judging by the shine of your shoes and the way you still smelled faintly of perfume and candle smoke. it clung to you like an afterthought, delicate and sweet. she didn’t mean to get so close, not at first, but you had taken the alleyway alone. it was late, so the quicker path home called to you, but anyone would have called you silly for considering it.
jinx danced just past the edge of your sight—close enough to make your heart race, but not enough to give her face away. she wanted to let you wonder a little longer. let you panic. let you feel it. she could smell the fear beneath your skin, warm and pulsing. but there was something else, too. curiosity.
she moved like smoke, stepping forward so her breath could reach your ear. “cold out tonight, isn’t it?” you whipped around—eyes wide, searching, desperate to find the source, but jinx was already gone. “hello?” you called out, scanning the shadows. only the wind answered, winding through the trees like it was laughing at you. “i know someone’s there.”
jinx stepped into the light. no warning—just a quiet, fluid motion as she crossed the boundary between shadow and glow, letting the lamplight spill over her like a spotlight crafted just for her.
she was... unreal.
blue hair fell over her sharp, pale features. her skin was too smooth, porcelain, eyes shining unnaturally bright as if they burned from within. and her lips—blood red, parted just enough to reveal fangs that caught the light like glass. she didn’t speak, didn’t smile. she just stood there, watching.
you swallowed hard, barely finding your voice. "what... are you?" that made jinx laugh, quiet, but far from warm. “mm. you don’t know?”
she took a single step forward, the light shifting over her face again before she vanished, swallowed back into the darkness. the alley felt empty as fast as you could blink, skin prickling like the air had turned colder. “i’ve heard stories. about something… someone that lives in the dark. people don’t say the name out loud.”
“smart of them.” jinx's voice purred near your ear, sudden, impossibly close. you spun again, but to no surprise you were met with nothing. “you’ve definitely heard of me... the one they whisper about before sundown. the one they say isn't real.” the pause was uncomfortable, time seeming to stretch out for what felt like an eternity.
"do i look real to you?"
you hesitated for several moments before nodding, lips parted though no words managed to spill from them. her hunger was evident in the way her pupils thinned and her head tilted like she was imagining what you might taste like. but then she sighed. the sharp glint in her eye softened—not kindness, but restraint. disinterest, even. “another night.” she murmured. then nothing.
for days she was all you could think about, consuming you entirely. you hadn’t said a word to anyone. at first, you told yourself it was fear that kept you quiet. but that wasn’t quite true. some small part of you didn’t want to share it—didn't want people to laugh, to call you delusional. you know what you saw.
you’ve definitely heard of me…
the words haunted you, so by the fourth night, you gave in.
you slipped out of the house after sundown, steps unsteady as you made your way to the same alley. the town was quiet this late—cobblestones slick with rain, windows shuttered, lamps burning low. you paused beneath the same rusted streetlamp where the vampire—if that’s what she was—had made herself known.
nothing.
no sound. no shimmer of blue. no sudden breath against your neck. it was disappointing, really. but still, you waited, craving another glimpse.
then the wind shifted, subtle at first, just enough to lift your hair from your shoulders.
"you came back." the voice was unmistakable. your breath hitched, heart starting that same desperate rhythm in your chest. “couldn’t stop thinking about me, huh?” it came from the other side now. closer. teasing. “that’s cute.” jinx's hair finally caught the light as her figure peeled itself from the shadows behind a crooked tree. she stepped forward just enough for the lamplight to kiss the edge of her smirk, tension visible in your frame. her eyes gleamed with amusement, and something undoubtably darker. her lips parted slightly, fangs out for your viewing, and her gaze dropped to your throat.
"i'm usually the one doing the chasing." her tone was low and unwavering. you couldn't help but look away, as if ashamed of how much you wanted this, how much you had thought of her since your first meeting.
it was clear jinx was tempted, considering just a little taste. "why don’t you just do it?” you asked, voice shaking. jinx’s head tilted slowly, then a pause, silence filled by dead leaves scraping against the concrete.
"you want me to?" her fingers trailed down to your wrist, light as a whisper, lingering over your pulse. then, without warning, she stepped in closer. one hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face up—not rough, but firm, steady. you didn’t move. couldn’t. then your mouths met. it wasn’t soft, it was claiming. jinx kissed you like she was feeding anyway, like this was something just as vital. her lips were cold, but the blood still lingering on them burned. the taste of her last meal clung to her tongue, and you shuddered as it passed between you both, copper-sweet and wrong. but you didn’t pull away. instead you leaned into it, stunned by the way your body responded, matching jinx’s hunger with a different kind of craving.
jinx made a low sound in the back of her throat and pulled you closer by the waist. “so easy.” she breathed against your lips. you opened your mouth to speak, but jinx just kissed you again, harder this time. her hand slid down your neck, fingertips pressing just enough to remind you how close you were to something dangerous. this kiss was starving, urgent, lips sliding, breath shared in the space between sharp gasps. the blood soaked into your mouth now, blurring your sense of where you ended and jinx began. your noses bumped, and her grip tightened on your hips, pulling you forward, crushing your bodies together.
then, the sting. a sudden, deliberate bite to your bottom lip. not deep, but enough for you to gasp against her, to taste your own blood. the sharp pinch was quick, aching, and unbelievably intimate. jinx pulled back just slightly, lips swollen. a smear of red ran down her chin—hers or yours, it didn’t matter anymore. she dragged her tongue across her own bottom lip, slow and unashamed.
she pressed your back against the cold brick of the alley wall, rough but not enough to seriously hurt you. “look at you.” jinx whispered, brushing her nose against your cheek. her lips found your jaw with ease, then your throat—each kiss slower than the last, a trail of heat down to the place where your pulse throbbed beneath fragile skin. you exhaled something between a sigh and a whimper, head tilted to give the vampire more room.
your dress was long, an inconvenience that caused jinx to hiss against you. if she had it her way she would have ripped it off you already. with one swift motion, her hand reached under, the material gathering at her forearm like it knew better than to get in the way. slender fingers brushed against your plush thighs, nails dragging up before coming to a stop at your aching core. her fangs sank into your neck—again, not deep, not violent—just enough for skin to break and blood to rise. jinx groaned softly, lips sealing around the wound, drinking in a slow, desperate pull while her hand effortlessly slid into your underwear. she barely gave you time to process any of it, knees buckling the moment the pads of her fingers caught your clit.
she began rubbing light circles, strings of soft moans dripping from your lips like honey. your hands held tight at jinx's clothing like you needed to ground yourself, to keep from falling. she hesitantly pulled her head back, pupils blown wide, blood tracing a path down your neck. and then, the soft press of her tongue. she licked it up like nothing had ever tasted sweeter, your mind blurring, thoughts smudging at the edges like paint left out in the rain. the mix of pain and pleasure curled through your spine. it was dizzying.
she licked up every drop, savoring the taste, feeling your pulse stutter beneath her mouth. her hand moved down, a quiet whine escaping your lips as jinx inserted the first finger past your entrance. you immediately clenched around her, and she let out a satisfied hum, wasting no time pumping into you. she wanted to ruin you—wanted to feel you surrender, to watch your eyes roll back into your skull. soon it was two fingers, and jinx was insanely drunk off the way you sounded. your sweet whimpers, the moans you repeatedly choked out whenever she hit justtt the right spot. it was all for her, and she was obsessed. her pace was unforgiving, splitting you open and forcing you to take the whole length without fail. it's a good thing you suck her in perfectly.
"give it to me, don't fight it." she murmured, less cocky now but more focused, determined to bring you to ecstasy. "sweet girl, come on. i got you." your hole squelched obscenely, juices running down your thighs with nowhere else to go. she could tell you were already getting close to your limit—pussy throbbing and spasming around her slender digits, eyes half-lidded. jinx's lips took to your neck once more, except this time it was to press several kisses to your warm skin, leading them to your collarbone she immediately had the idea of marking. but not now. she already knew it would be a pain for you to hide the bite mark on its own.
your moans were guttural, your grip on jinx's clothes loosening so you could take ahold of her arm instead. you were right on the edge, just moments from tipping over. she didn’t give you room to think—just kept going, faster, harder, like something inside her had snapped loose. "it's too much, please-" you're practically crying, intense pleasure washing over you in waves.
“that’s it,” she breathed, lips curving upwards, “let it happen. let me have it. that's it.” your gazes locked and your whole body tightened, spine drawn like a bowstring—then released, trembling, undone. jinx watched every second of it, drank it in like it was blood. you were still gasping when it was over, shallow breaths dragged from trembling lips as if your lungs had forgotten how to work.
jinx slipped her hand away, and the fabric of your dress fluttered back down into place like the moment had never happened. she held you steady, one hand splayed at the small of your back, the other gripping your hip. you pressed your forehead against her collarbone, dizzy. and you tried to speak, but the words just dissolved in your throat.
jinx brushed her fingers up and down your spine, slow and deliberate, allowing you to lean on her as much as you physically needed. "still with me?" it wasn’t mocking. not fully. just checking in her own way. you blinked, slow and heavy, like waking from a dream. you didn’t even answer. you looked wrecked—ruined and marked, but your eyes still found hers like you needed her to say something more, anything about the situation. and for a moment, jinx almost did. but instead, she leaned in and pressed one last kiss to your throat, right beside the bite. “go home, now,” she murmured, surprisingly soft, "before i change my mind.”
you remained still as the vampire stepped back, swallowed by the darkness. the cold hit you instantly, stumbling out of the alley, makeup smudged and heart pounding. no matter how far you got from the alleyway, you could still feel jinx.
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