#amerileste

[amerileste-cressderqueen]

Amerileste Superhero AU:

In which Celeste Newsome has the power to make her skin as tough as diamonds and can control ice, and America Singer has a voice that can make mountains move and shatter ear drums. Neither knows the either’s identity, with America under the alias Red Siren, and Celeste as Black Diamond.

They team up to take down the corrupt justice system, working their way up to the top. Celeste is more brutal than America, but they fall in love anyway.

[tiberiaschooseme]

Maxon, holding phone: it’s your girlfriend Celeste

America: Celeste isn’t my girlfriend

America: hey babe

[maxsins]

@katharined Thanks for the request! Coming at you with some... very long Amerileste smut.

Rated M for sexual situations

The situation was regrettable at best.

America Singer wasn’t actually certain exactly how it happened, but this much she knew: This was not the smartest decision she’s made in her life. Why, you ask? No, it wasn’t because Maxon’s choice was drawing closer and closer. It wasn’t because she still had feelings for Aspen. It wasn’t even because Clarkson Schreave absolutely hated her guts. No, that was all too simple.

It was because she was naked next to none other than her worst enemy Celeste Newsome.

Well, worst wasn’t exactly the word she’d use anymore. Not since that day in the library where everything seemed to change. Well, yesterday actually. So much was different in a matter of hours.

It wasn’t that America couldn’t remember — It was quite easy to, actually. It was the fact that she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

There was yelling in the beginning, that much she knew. Celeste telling her America got everything she wanted. A quiet conversation. Crying. And then there they had been walking down the halls, whispering when they passed by the other girls’ rooms. Promises of a sleepover where they could talk further.

It started out innocently enough. There were blanks strewn across the floor and a secret stash of chocolates that were swapped back and forth. There were a few giggles about Maxon and an agreement for their mutual dislike of Kriss. Tears had fallen down America’s cheeks when she finally, finally told someone about Aspen, and Celeste hadn’t judged her like she originally thought. She had only said one thing:

“That prick doesn’t deserve you, America.”

They stared at each other for a few moments before Celeste’s hand cupped America’s cheek, swiping a thumb over her bottom lip. The movement was gentle and made America’s heart beat. They both leaned forward until their noses were just shy of touching.

“America,” Celeste whispered, staring down at the other’s lips.

Their eyes met after a moment. “Celeste,” America said.

Celeste’s lips were soft — that’s the first thing she noticed. Softer than Maxon’s, softer than Aspen’s, and there was the stain of her lipstick that stuck onto every area they touched. America’s hands delved into her hair, twisting into her loose curls as Celeste did the same to her.

America knew Celeste was a good kisser. It was obvious when men would absolutely come undone at her touch. She could see why now. Celeste’s lips moved expertly against hers, a perfect amount of tongue, something Maxon had yet to master. He always used too much, leading to a lot of uncomfortable spit, but America never had the heart to tell him.

Celeste was the first to pull away, staring at America and trailing her eyes down her body. They were both silent and breathless, the only sounds in the room their chests heaving up and down. A blush coated America’s cheeks before moving closer to Celeste and reinitiating the kiss, rougher this time, and straddling her.

Celeste sensed the change of atmosphere and added teeth into their routine of lips and tongue, choosing to nip lightly at America’s mouth before moving to her neck. America gasped as Celeste trailed kisses down her throat, leaving teeth marks that would surely turn into hickies the next day.

America closed her eyes, trying to relish the feelings of Celeste’s lips on her neck. She and Maxon had made out before, sure, but there was a refined skill in this, something he probably hadn’t had the experience to achieve. But Celeste wasn’t inexperienced. Hell, Celeste probably wasn’t a virgin. She already had a ridiculous amount of both men and women falling at her feet for a chance to visit her bed.

Celeste’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer against her as America arched her back, allowing Celeste greater access to her chest. Slowly, Celeste’s hands crept up to the back of America’s dress and began to work on the buttons. The dress slid down her shoulders and pooled at America’s waist.

Celeste made a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper when America pulled away and stood up from the floor. Celeste followed her, hands settling at her hips, face flushed, and hair mussed.

“What do you want from me?” America asked, her face almost as red as her hair. She was thankful for the dim lights.

Celeste stared down at America, stepping away to see her fully. “What do you mean?”

“W-Why are you doing this? You hate me for God’s sake!” She worked to keep her voice low.

Celeste let out a laugh. “Come on, America, do I really look straight to you?” America quirked a smile. She really hadn’t, honestly.

Celeste pulled her closer and pressed her lips against her neck. “Let me show you how un-straight I am,” she mumbled into her ear. She finished unbuttoning America’s dress and let it it drop to her feet before trailing her fingers down America’s body.

America shivered against Celeste’s touch. A blush coated her cheeks even though she was still covered by her bra and underwear, but there was something terrifying about being seen by a woman who has the perfect body. Celeste stared at her, a softness in her eyes, before turning around and taking America’s hand setting it on the buttons of her own dress.

America trailed a hand down Celeste’s back, settling at the curve of her ass and then moving back up again. America began unbuttoning it, slowly revealing more of her dark skin that contrasted with the red lingerie she wore underneath. It fell down her legs when it was completely unbuttoned, and Celeste leaned further against her.

America hesitated on Celeste’s bra clasp, her heart panging against her chest. There was a voice in her mind, a voice that told her to leave, that this wasn’t a good idea, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop.  Swallowing the lump in her throat, America unclasped Celeste’s bra and pulled it off.

They faced each other, and America tried her best not to lower her gaze, but it became harder when Celeste stepped closer. She took America’s hands and set them on her red panties if you could call them that. They were small and slinky, leaving little to the imagination. America hooked her fingers around them before pulling them down to the floor.

Their eyes met again, but this time Celeste gently turned America around, pressing against her back. America stiffened against Celeste’s touch, a familiar heat rushing in her. One she only felt with Aspen and Maxon. One that could make her lose control of everything.

Celeste’s hands rested on her hip as she pressed kisses down her neck. She played with her bra straps, gently pushing them off her shoulders while her tongue moved against her neck.

Celeste was going so slow. For her sake, probably, but it was becoming hard to ignore the ache between her legs. She wanted — no, needed — to be touched.

America gasped when her bra came off, her nipples hardening against the air. She let out a small whimper as Celeste trailed her fingers down to the band of her underwear. Unlike Celeste, America chose something with a lot more coverage for undergarments. They weren’t fancy or lacy, but they were coming off anyway, so none of that mattered. Her panties fell to the floor.

America stepped away. This time she allowed her eyes to wander. Celeste’s body was perfect. While America was skinny from years of food rationing and not eating at all to give Aspen food, Celeste was well-fed, evident in the way her hips and thighs stuck out, giving her curves that every girl in Illéa would want. There was no wonder she was a model.

Celeste stepped toward America, cupping her cheek before moving her thumb down to run across her nipple. America let out a whimper as she did so, unconsciously moving forward and pressing her hips against Celeste’s thigh.

“More, please,” America mumbled as Celeste’s hands kneaded her breasts.

Celeste backed her toward the bed, and America obliged easily, climbing toward the middle of the bed and lying still as Celeste straddled her. America had expected her to continue touching her, but instead she replaced her hands with her mouth.

She sucked gently on her nipple, only going harder when America let out a moan. Her mouth was hot against her sensitive skin, setting a contrast to the cool air that prickled her skin. She switched breasts, doing the same as the other one, but this time trailing one hand lower at the same time.

“Celeste!” America gasped as quietly as she could with the contact. Celeste moved away from her breasts and trailed her tongue down her stomach, stopping at her navel.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” She touched her inner thigh lightly, teasing in a way that made America want to moan.

“Touch me,” America gasped out, rubbing her thighs together.

Celeste smirked, resting her chin between America’s legs. “Ask nicely.”

“P-Please, touch me, Celeste.” America closed her eyes and opened her legs, something her mother always advised her against.

Celeste trailed a finger down from her stomach to her slit, which made both of them gasp. “You’re so wet, America.” Celeste did it again, sliding her finger through America’s slit and then pulling it out to inspect it. After a moment, she brought the fingers to her mouth and licked her wetness off them.

“You taste so good,” Celeste said. “Salty and sweet.”

America whimpered. “Celeste, please.”

“Fine.” Celeste moved her finger through her slit again, slowly rubbing circles downward until she reached her opening. She slid a finger inside her, moving slowly as America started gasping. She added a second finger, but she was still tight, making it harder to move faster.

“Are you still a virgin?” Celeste asked America, whose eyes shot open, a blush spreading across her face and chest.

“Y-Yeah.”

“So you’ve… never been touched like this?”

America swallowed. She hadn’t been touched there, but there had been a few times with Aspen she’d been pretty damn close.  “N-No.”

Celeste nodded before returning to her task, sliding two finger back inside America. As she relaxed, she began picking up speed and thrusting her fingers harder. She added another finger, allowing America to loosen again before thrusting inside her. America gripped the sheets, spreading her legs wider as Celeste kept building up speed until she was practically pounding into her.

“Celeste! K-Keep going!” America’s hand went to her slit and started rubbing herself haphazardly. Her eyes fluttered closed as pleasure built up inside her. All it took was one final thrust before America reached her peak and gripped the sheets as pleasure moved through her.

After a few moments, she lay there, gasping. Celeste smiled and climbed up America, pressing a kiss against her cheek. “Goodnight.”

America furrowed her eyebrows. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

America shook her and flipped them over, despite how exhausted she was. She settled her hands on Celeste’s thighs, spreading them open. Just like Celeste did to her, she slid a finger through her slit and was surprised at how wet she was. She brought the finger to her lips and tasted it. It was salty like Celeste said and there was a sourness to it, but it didn’t taste bad. In fact —  

America kissed Celeste’s entrance, licking her slit gently. She was pleased with the noise Celeste gave her, so she continued to do it several times before sliding her tongue inside her entrance. Fingers twisted into her hair, tugging gently as she whimpered.

“America, keep going, please.” Celeste’s voice was raspy and hushed.

She kept going, letting out a hot breath and using the tip of her tongue to rub Celeste’s clit. She grasped the sheets and let out a moan. Encouraged, America went faster, stimulating her clit faster and harder with every second that passed. Right when she thought Celeste was going to cum, Celeste bucked and hit America in the nose.

“Jesus!” she swore, leaning back. “That’s… not how I thought orgasm would be like.”

Celeste laughed and leaned up to set her fingers on her shoulders. “Are you okay?”

America checked for blood and after finding none, smiled. “Y-Yeah. Sorry.” She crawled into Celeste’s lap and pushed her hair back. “Do you want to try again?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” she replied, pressing her lips to America’s neck. “I’m tired. Can we sleep?”

“Give me a minute.” She got up and headed to the bathroom. America knew that peeing after sex with men was important, but she wasn’t sure if it applied to girls as well. Better safe than sorry, right?

After she got done washing her hands, she stood in front of the mirror, just staring. She didn’t look any different, didn’t feel any different really. Sex wasn’t this defining trait, after all, but there was a part of her that felt like she had achieved something.

But even worse, there was this feeling of misery. She had cheated on Maxon with another Selected, let someone else see her naked and touch her and take her virginity. America wasn’t sure if she should feel more ashamed of the cheating in the first place or wanting desperately to do it again.

They didn’t do it again that morning. After Celeste got dressed, they lay together, not touching, not speaking, just staring up at the ceiling.

Yeah, the situation was regrettable, but wasn’t she entitled to some regret?

“Hey, America?” Celeste said.

“Hm?”

“So the curtains do match the drapes, huh?”

Feel free to send in a request!

[tiberiaschooseme]

America singer and Celeste newspme were girlfriends, change my mind

[amerileste-cressderqueen]

Amerileste + shape of you ?

here is the song

Marlee had insisted that America needed a night out, to get over her break up with Maxon. If America were totally honest, she really didn’t want to go out. She’d much rather continue watching Jessica Jones while eating strawberries and cake, or Ben & Jerry’s. Marlee, however, had insisted, so America gave in and decided to go out with her best friend. Kriss and Elise joined them at the club Marlee had dragged America too, Pandemonium.

“How are you doing?” Elise asked America after giving her a tight hug.

“I’m doing okay, Elise.” America smiled, a little annoyed that her friends kept asking her the same thing, over and over.

“Are you ready for a fun night of partying?!” Kriss asked enthusiastically.

“Yeah, of course I am.” America said, biting back some sarcasm. The girls all linked arms as they walked in together, Kriss rambling about her new job interview working for a lawyer firm, Nielson & Mayor, before the loud thrumming music made any conversation basically impossible. Immediately, Kriss dragged Elise onto the dance floor, where they started dancing happily together. Marlee and America approached the bar first, looking for some liquid courage (Marlee), and a distraction (America). Marlee ordered a shot of mind eraser, while America ordered a shot of snakebite. After one drink, Marlee looked far more comfortable, and left to join the moving bodies on the dance floor. America ordered another shot, and then another, before being approached by the most stunning woman she had ever seen in her life. The woman had one perfect eyebrow cocked and there was a smirk on her cherry lips, and America can say that she fell just a little bit in love with the woman on sight.

“Want to dance, Cherry?” The woman said with a smooth voice.

“Yes, please.” America said breathlessly, and the woman took her hand and lead her out to the dance floor.They danced for a long time, before dancing became making out, which became groping, which led to them heading outside. America paused for a minute to tap Marlee on the shoulder, to let her know she was safe, before returning to the woman.A sleek black car drove up to them, and they tumbled into the backseat, giggling and holding each other in ways that probably weren’t suitable for company.

“Let’s go back to my place,” America whispered loudly, clearly intoxicated, but still somewhat in control of herself.

“Sounds good to me,” the woman giggled, and America rattled off her address, which was only five minutes away. The car dropped them off, and the mystery woman paid the driver before joining America, who fumbled a bit to open the door.

“Wait, what’s your name?” America asked, suddenly realizing she had no idea to this woman’s identity.

“Celeste. You, Cherry?” The woman - Celeste - teased.

“America.” America introduced as the door finally swung open, and they returned to their kisses, barely remembering to close the door behind them before going to America’s room.The next morning, America groaned as bright sunlight filtered into her room. She had a killer hangover, and she really didn’t want to have to deal with it yet. Then her phone started ringing, and she realized that she had to get up. She slowly opened her eyes and rolled over to her nightstand, where her phone had been put. Next to her phone was a slip of paper, and America frowned as she picked it up. On it was written a number, a name, and underneath ‘That was fun, let’s do it again sometime xxx’. America blushed, remembering the gorgeous woman from the club. The phone stopped ringing, before it again started ringing Mr Brightside loudly, alerting her to a call. She answered, knowing who it was without checking the caller ID.

“America! Who was that last night?” Marlee said, way too chipper to be hungover. America kind of hated her for it.

“Celeste. She was gorgeous…” America said a little dreamily. Then nausea started building up, and she realized what that meant. “Hold on a sec,” she said in a rush, before hurrying to the bathroom and vomiting into her toilet. Once she finished, she flushed and brushed her teeth. When she returned to her phone, Marlee was still on the line.

“Sorry, Mar.” America apologized sheepishly.

“Hangovers are the worst, America. But give me details!” Marlee said, obviously focused on finding out about Celeste.“She gave me her number. Should I call her?” America asked, figuring that Marlee would know what to do.

“Not yet! Give it some time, it was just last night.” Marlee said, and America could practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I’m bringing over some food and ibuprofen to help combat that monster hangover I assume you have, and I’ll be there in 10 minutes! See you soon!” and with that, Marlee hung up. America dragged herself out of bed to make herself presentable, brushing her hair and throwing on her favorite pair of sweatpants and a music t shirt. And exactly ten minutes after she had hung up, Marlee arrived on her doorstep, the smell of greasy foods smelling like heaven to America.Later that evening, when America had had a drink, and was feeling a little lonely, she decided to call Celeste. She picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey…. it’s America… from last night…” America said a little awkwardly. “Do you wanna maybe come over?”

“I’ll be there in 10.” Celeste said, and then hung up, which America was a little surprised at. As America waited for Celeste to show, she wondered anxiously if she had made the right decision to call Celeste, and how she probably was bothering her.. Then the doorbell rang, and America opened the door and decided instantly that she had not made a mistake.

“Come in, come in,” America gestured, and Celeste walked inside, and kissed America, who kissed her back. Celeste’s hands started creeping up her shirt, her hands gentle and soft, and America sighed as Celeste kissed her neck, and they went back to the bedroom together, again.The next morning, America woke up to see that Celeste was gone, again. She crushed the small feeling of disappointment. It had just been a booty call, after all.Over the next few weeks, America and Celeste began texting each other, and not just for booty calls. They started having real conversations, and America found that even though Celeste could be brutally honest and a little mean, she really liked talking to her. She told Celeste about her family, and about her friends, and her love of music and her hopes to perform professionally. Celeste told her about some of her own friends, her love of young adult novels, and about her dream to become a fashion designer.After a few weeks of this, Marlee finally snapped.

“Just ask her out already!” Marlee told America, after America told her that Celeste had sent her some of her designs and that they were some of the prettiest dresses she had ever seen.

“Wh-what?!” America choked on her latte, surprised at her friend’s outburst.

“You’ve been mooning over her for weeks, now! Just ask her out already.”

“I… can do that?” America seemed genuinely confused, and Marlee sighed in exasperation.

“Yes, you can! Now ask her out right now, before you chicken out!”

“But what should I say?”

“Just ask her to get a coffee.” Marlee instructed. America pulled out her phone and texted Celeste before losing her nerve.

Coffee? Noon on Sunday? Was all she sent. After waiting anxiously for a response, Celeste finally responded with a smiley emoji and a thumbs up, saying she was up for it. America texted her the coffee house name “Bad Ass Coffee”, and the address.

“Okay, we’re getting coffee together this Sunday.” America told Marlee.

“So we clearly need to get you a new outfit!”

“I can’t afford one!” America said, a little confused as to why she had to get a new outfit anyway.

“It’ll be my treat.” Marlee beamed, and America couldn’t deny Marlee a shopping trip, so they decided to meet of on Friday to go to the mall.Sunday came quickly, though not quickly enough for America’s liking. She arrived ten minutes early, and got them a nice table by the large window. She started tapping her foot, in the rhythm of some Mozart tune, anxiously looking to the door, waiting for Celeste to appear.

At 9:35, when America was thinking that Celeste might be standing her up, Celeste walked through the doors, looking like a queen in every way. Celeste scanned the cafe, before finding America and smiling brightly. She strode over and sat down across from her. They sat together in silence for a few minutes, unsure of what to say to each other.

“So uh-” they started together at the same time.

“Go ahead,” America said politely.

“So, this is a date, right?” Celeste asked, straight to the point as always. If America didn’t know better, she would have thought that she heard uncertainty and worry in her voice.

“Yeah… if that’s okay?” America responded a little hesitantly.

“I thought you would never ask. Bariel kept telling me to just ask you, but… I wasn’t sure if you wanted to.” Celeste said, with a wry smile.

“Oh!” America said, surprised. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to! Marlee basically made me text you, because she said that obviously I was mooning over you and…” America trailed off, her face turning bright red at what she had said. Celeste laughed, a sound that America would want to her forever.

“That’s adorable.” Celeste grinned. “Guess it’s a good thing we’ve got friends to keep us in check, huh?” America laughed sheepishly.“Yup, definitely a good thing.”After the date, America got a text from Celeste that read, ‘next saturday let’s get dinner… i know a great spot’ with a winky face. America smiled and quickly texted back ‘can’t wait’.

[maxsins]

Currently writing:

Amerileste smut.

Prepare for feelings.

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amerileste aesthetics: the queens of illea

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America and Celeste on snapchat.