#fem4masc

[d4rthberry]

i love when women are perverts, nothing is better than a disgustingly filthy minded beautiful woman

[stxrlight-joy]

i'm straddling mommy's lap, my breathing already shaky as she holds my hips and slowly lowers me down onto her thick strap. she sinks every inch into my soaked pussy until im sitting all the way down, so full and stretched that i have to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loud. the second i'm there, her grip tightens, pinning me in place so i can't move even an inch.

"aww, what a good girl," she says softly against my ear, voice warm and low. "just sit still on mommy's cock okay?"

every few moments she gives these tiny, random little thrusts, just enough to nudge that spot inside me and make my clit pulse. her fingers slip between us and start teasing my clit in slow circles.

she leans in and presses a soft kiss to my neck, speaking sweetly, "mm, you're so wet and warm for me baby."

i get too impatient and try to rock my hips once, just a little. her hand comes down in a light, quick slap on my ass.

"mm-mm, no moving."

"mommy... please," i whimper, already sounding wrecked. "i need more... i cant just sit here- please...

she lets out a soft laugh. "i know baby, its so hard... but you're gonna stay still until i say so, okay?"

[kodzevil]

getting called “my pretty baby” by a woman right now would actually save my life

[bunchbear]

give it to me NOWWWW

[disasterlii]

tell me im yours while you're fucking me into the mattress

tell me im yours while you're kissing me with so much tongue i moan with how wet it sounds

tell me im yours while your hands grip my waist so tight that they leave bruises

tell me im yours while your teeth bite into my neck

tell me im yours while you tell me how pretty i am when i take your strap or fingers in so well

tell me im yours while i make all the broken sounds for you

tell me im yours while you blame me for how feral i make you

tell me im yours while i cum for you, so much, repeatedly

tell me im yours while i cry from all the stimulation

tell me im yours while you tell me that i can take it, bc i always do

tell me im yours while you kiss down my body, gently, softly, bc i deserve it, after being so good for you

tell me im yours while you gather me in your arms and press your lips to everywhere you can reach while i slowly catch back my breath

tell me im yours bc maybe i want to be.

[liliesplusdaisies]

Psychiatrist!Ellie Williams X Stripper!Reader

WC ↝ 7.5k+

Summary ↝ Ellie's friend makes her tag along at the new sapphic strip club. When she sees you, you pull her in. How convenient it is for you to end up in a situation Ellie saves you from, leading to something more.

Content Warning ↝ Brief mention of abuse, cunnilingus, r!receiving, strap w/ bumpher r!receiving, fingering r!receiving. Sort of slow burn. Modern Au. There are pictures of the outfits I sorta used for inspo, but I didn't want to mess with any vision you had in your head, so I put them at the very bottom.

“Come on, Els, you’ve been working all week. I don't even remember the last time we went to grab drinks.” Ellie's friend Illaine has been begging her to hang out, but she’s been so consumed with work because she’s the only one who does her fucking job. “Fine, we can go tonight. Where do you want to go?” “There's a new sapphic strip club that just opened up, and I’ve been meaning to visit. Everyone says it's the best club they've been to in a while.” A strip club? Ugh. She doesn’t like being around so many drunk people. They always find her and start dumping their entire lives onto her like she has a bolded tattoo across her forehead that says, PSYCHIATRIST. 

“Illaine, can we go somewhere else? I don't want to go to a strip club. What if we go to a nice little pub instead?” She can see her request going in one of Illaine's ears and out the other. She rolls her eyes and says, “No, plus it's my treat, I’ll pay for everything tonight. I just want you to get back out there.” Ellie knows her intentions are pure, and she hasn't been out in god knows how long. “Okay, I'll go, but you are so coming with me to volunteer at the ward on Sunday.”

Illaine thinks over it for a minute. “Deal, pick you up at 9 yea?” Ellie nods. She thinks it’s a fair trade, especially since Illaine is a nurse and likes helping out at these types of things anyway. “Okay, nine works.” With that, she smiles and hangs up the phone.

It's already 7, and Ellie is still at work. Sighing, she closed out all her patients for the day and marked her hours. “I'll be gone for the night. Have a good rest of your shift.” She says to Morgan at the front desk. “Goodnight, Dr. Ells.” Ellie rolls her eyes playfully and heads out. She always calls her Doctor even though she’s asked her not to several times, but she always says, ‘I just want to pay my respects for all the hard work you’ve done to be where you are.’ It's nice in a general sense, but she doesn’t want everything to feel so formal. Especially since the reason she became a psychiatrist was to be a resource to those who needed it and not just be a transactional service. 

It's the end of spring, the weather is warm, and you tend to no longer need to put much under my white coat. A simple, short-sleeve dark purple scrub set is what you chose for the day.

After a 20-minute drive back home, Ellie showers and starts getting ready for the night. She doesn’t even know what to wear. She settles for a White oversized short-sleeve button-up that stops at her hips. The 2 top buttons open to show the skin of her chest a little. A golden necklace sits beautifully on it. She adds dark-washed denim jean shorts that show her boxer band if she puts her hands up or moves a little too much. She puts her hair in a rubber band to the back and lets the front pieces that were too short do whatever they want. Ellie puts on two rings and sprays her favorite perfume. 

Unsure if this is the right thing to wear, she facetimes Illiane. “Do you think my outfit is fine?” Propping up her phone and moving back to show her full attire. “Damn girl, I almost forgot you could dress.” Ellie rolls her eyes and smiles. “No, seriously, it's perfect, Ells. I’m on my way right now.” Looking at the time, it displays 8:52. “Okay, see you soon.” Ellie hangs up and goes into the fridge. Taking a swing of tequila to settle her nerves. Soon enough, she hears Illaine pulling in with her loud ass music. ‘Well theres one way to announce your presence.’ Ellie mutters to herself, shaking her head. She takes on more toss of the drink and steps outside.

“Illaine, you need to put the fucking volume down. Are we going to the club, or is it in your car?” She laughs loosely, with a genuine smile on her face. “Oh, Ells live a little,” she pauses a little and looks at me, “I’ve missed this. We are so getting you fucked up, and hopefully fucked” Illaine smirks. “Stop,” Ellie blushes at how vulgar her friend is being. “I mean, honestly, when is the last time you’ve gotten laid, Ells?” She thinks a little genuinely, not remembering. She pretty much works every day, and whenever she isn’t, she's catching up on sleep. “You know I don't like one-night stands or meaningless hook-ups,” Ellie utters. “Well, maybe tonight you can meet someone.” “Do you want to play cupid or do you want to hang out tonight, Illaine?” She sighs, starting to drive. “I’m serious, Ellie, you’ve been so wound up with work, it's probably time to start exploring.” Ellie just looks out the window. 

Sure, she’s thought about it, but with all her patients' stories and how crazy being in love drove them, she kind of fears it a little. She knows she’d do whatever for her partner, and that scares her. Though she does catch herself daydreaming about catering to someone, having deep conversations, and healing each other. She knows she’d be a good girlfriend, hell, a good wife even, but would she be able to find reciprocation?

The car slows into a parking lot, the line at the door wrapping around the block. “Shit, are we even gonna be able to get in? There's like a million people.” Illiane laughs, “Girl, I know all the promoters, we won't have to wait in line.” Nodding, Ellie steps out of the now-parked car, following behind a skipping Illaine. “How much did you drink, Illaine?” She sucks her teeth at Ellie, looking back with the brightest smile. “Do I have to be drunk to love being alive? Plus, I only had one shot. I wanted to wait for you. I know how high your tolerance is, and I want to go shot for shot”

“Illaine, you know you black out in like 5 shots, you can’t out-drink me,” A laughing Ellie preaches. “Stop, Ells, I blacked out ONCE, and it was literally halloween thats like the only time where if you're not blackout you haven’t had enough fun.” 

“Yea I had so much fun hauling your ass out of the club while you insisted on hugging all the bartenders and bouncers before we left.” Smiling at the memory, Ellie starts getting excited because she always has a blast with Illaine. She makes sure she’s not babysitting her drink and always asks if she’s feeling okay, or brings her to the bathroom when she senses Ellie getting overwhelmed. “Don’t remind me, we can never go back to that bar again, I am still humiliated.” Illaine face palms in shame, shaking her head. Ellie is laughing so hard she has to stop walking to hold her stomach. “Enough, Ells, stop laughing. Let's go inside.”

As promised, Illaine speaks to the bouncer, and he lets us in swiftly. There is a blue hue in the Club. With moving low lights on stage where the strippers are. Ellaine grabs my hand and brings me to the back. She goes into the corner where the bill swapper is and changes her bigger bills to singles. She hands Ellie a stack of money, “I can get my own Illaine I don’t mind.” “Yea I know you can, Doctor. I just want to treat you tonight. It’s your first night back out in a long time, don’t worry about it.” Ellie just nods, pulling out her phone to send a scheduled Venmo for when we leave the club so Illiane doesn’t realize and make it a big deal.

Dragging Ellie back to the middle, where the bar is, she orders, “Four shots of your strongest shit.” Ellie scrunches her face at Illaine because she knows they're going to give them nasty ass moonshine. Though she doesn’t complain because it's on her tab and it's what she wants. “Can I also get two Ice tea’s?” Assuming she will use it as a chaser, Ellie relaxes a little. 

The bartender swiftly makes the drinks and winks at Illaine when she brings them. “Ready Ells?” She’s holding up her shot, waiting for Ellie to pick up hers, “Cheers to getting laid,” Illaine laughs. The glasses clink and they are tossed back. Both of their faces contorted in pure disgust. They quickly grabbed the iced tea to get rid of the disgusting taste. 

“Why would you get this? This shit is disgusting,” Ellie spits. “I honestly forgot how nasty moonshine was, but it gets you there quick.” Ellie nods knowingly. “Ready for the next laine?” She smiles, “Big drinker we have here, who are you, Frank Gallagher?” Ellie laughs out loud at the question. “No, I’m actually Fiona, thank you very much, you are Frank.” Holding up their next set of shots, they cheers this time to ‘Shameless.’ “Still disgusting,” Illaine mutters with her iced tea in hand. Sipping away to alleviate the taste. 

“Let's go near the stage,” Illaine gets up, and Ellie follows behind. She makes a mental note to watch how much Illiane drinks for the rest of the night. The DJ announces the next girl. It's You. “Everyone, get ready for clubs favoriteeeee RAVEN!” You have on a hot pink poster girl dress with rips all along it. “Holy shit, she's beautiful,” Illaine mutters in awe. Ellie is just staring. Your essence pulls her in. Illaine is first to throw ones, and Ellie follows behind, making it rain for your whole set. You dance beautiful it looks like art more than anything else. The music perfectly matches the vibe. You take your time, clearly knowing your way around the pole, and every transition is seamless. As quickly as you get on stage, you're gone. 

Everyone is shouting and applauding. Ellie feels a sense of jealousy when she looks around. Wanting to be the only one you perform for, but she quickly snaps out of it when Illaine laughs, “Damn Ellie, you threw all your money, seems like you like what you see.” She pushes her back playfully. For the rest of the night, the two of them dance to the music before Ellie starts noticing Illaine tumbling a little. Still aware, but her motor skills are definitely taking a hit. 

“Let's get one more shot.” Ellie wants to bring her home, but seeing how much fun she's having, she swallows the thought. “Okay, one more and that's it for the night.” “Don’t be a party pooper, Ells. We came to get shitfaced.” Shaking her head with a smile, Ellie walks back towards the bar with Illiane.

“Two more shots of moonshine, pretty please,” Illaine says, winking at the bartender. She pours the two shots and even gives us two free iced teas, remembering our previous order, “Iced teas on the house,” the bartender says to Illaine. Ellie sees Illaine blushing a little. When the bartender walks away Ellies teasing begins, “Someones gotta crush.” She starts to deny it, but then gives up after jumbling her words. “I guess I do, she is really pretty, but who knows if it's just for a good tip?” 

“Well, I can go back to the stage and let you figure that out, we’ll still be able to see eachother but it won't feel like I'm breathing down your neck.” “Okay, I’d like that.” I'll text you when I'm done!” Ellie loves seeing her friend happy, and if the bartender is the thing making her happy right now, she won't take that away from her. 

Walking back to the stage, she sees you again, this time not on stage, but making rounds and giving out free shots from a bottle. When you come next to her, she holds up the bottle as if to ask if you want one, but Ellie shakes her head. You look surprised. No one has ever turned down a free shot in here. “Really? It’s free, y’know.” “Yeah, I honestly don’t want to get too drunk. I think I'll have to drive home,” Ellie replies. Ellie has always had a high tolerance; it probably takes her at least 6 shots to get tipsy. It's kind of a blessing in disguise because she’s still clear to be the designated driver, but a curse because she ends up spending loads more to chase the feeling. 

“I don’t think I've seen you here before. I mean yea we’ve just opened, but there are already regulars here.” You start, “I’m not really the clubbing type, I guess. I work alot and honestly, I’m usually too tired to go out afterwards, but my friend managed to convince me today.” Ellie looks back at Illaine to see her laughing with the bartender, clearly sensing some chemistry. 

“I’m happy you decided to come out tonight. Hopefully, you avoid burnout,” you wink and continue your rounds. Ellie feels a vibration in her pocket. It’s Illaine.

1 Message ↝ : I think I’m gonna head home with her. Come get my keys, you can drive home with my car

Instead of replying, Ellie just walks over to you. She asks the bartender if she’s drunk, and she says no. Ellie nods knowingly. “I’m not gonna make any advances on her if that's what you think. I know she’s pretty drunk,” The bartender says lowly. “Okay, can you take my number in case anything happens?” The bartender nods, and they exchange numbers. Then walks back to Illaine, who’s handing her keys over. “Ellaine, you text me if anything, and I mean anything, okay?” She nods with a big smile on her face. 

Ellie didn’t like the idea of Illaine going with the bartender, but she didn’t want to be a ‘cockblock’ as Illaine always says, and she usually ends up being mad at her the next morning. Plus Illaine is grown and can make decisions for herself. So she just gives her a quick hug and heads out the door to the parking lot. 

There, Ellie sees you on the phone with someone, frantically pacing in front of what she assumes is your car. The top is open, and you’re very obviously frustrated. She walks up to you, regretting it when she sees your face. “Please don’t try anything right now, it’s not the time.” Ellie was taken aback, but she remembers she's in a parking lot of a strip club and there are probably loads of people who go looking for her after she gets off the clock.

“I’m not, I swear, I'm just seeing if you needed help.” Ellie naturally gravitates towards people who outwardly express frustration; maybe it's the psychiatrist in her, but she always feels guilty if she didn’t at least ask if they were okay. You look over her for a moment, looking for any ulterior motives. You were good at reading people. It was needed when you work in an environment like a strip club. You needed to be able to know if people were actually wanting to help you or if they were just looking for cheap sex. Seeing no intent of the latter, you relax a little. 

“Well, my car won't start up, and the fucking insurance company keeps putting me on hold. I don’t want to be out here long because as soon as customers start realizing I'm stranded, things can go left rather fast.” Your eyebrows are pressed together, your hands are on ur forehead, and your eyes are filled with frustration and something else. Was it anger? No, your shoulders aren’t tense enough? Were you tired? Slightly, but that isn’t the emotion most present. Once Ellie realizes what emotion it is, she jumps into protective mode. You were scared. 

Likely scared of what might happen if you're stuck here for too long. The whole block was filled with nightclubs, not only sapphic but all kinds. When you look around, you realize everyone walking around is under the influence of whatever they consumed tonight.

“I can drive you home, I mean, if you’d be comfortable with that.” You look up at her eyes, closed to brimming with tears at the mix of emotions you are feeling. You bite your lip in thought, running through the possible scenarios the future might hold. “You don’t have to give me your exact address. I'll stay parked for 10 minutes just so I don’t see where you live. I promise I'm not looking for anything, I just wanna help you. Will you let me?”

Having no other choice, you agree, sure you can call an Uber, but after many creepy drivers, you have a strict no pick up service policy unless it was someone you knew. “Okay, yea I’d like it if you drove me home. What am I supposed to do about the car, though?” Ellie knew a thing or three about cars. Joel taught her plenty about starting completely jacked-up cars. She was also a mechanic for a year before realizing she didn’t have a passion for it.

“Well, in the morning, I could link your car to mine and tow it to your house. I’d fix it now, but I don't have anything with me. I can also tell you don’t want to be out here longer than you need to.” You changed into a light grey sweat set and slides before you left, so people won't notice you as quickly, but one look at your face and you’ll be recognized.

“Okay, thank you so much.” Ellie just nods, not making it a big deal. “Come on,” Ellie says, and you follow behind her, peering over her outfit. It was calm, there was no sign of flaunting wealth like your usuals, but you could tell she had a good head on her shoulders. You take your time looking over her, just making a mental note of any weaknesses in case you need to escape for any reason. She was quite built, not too much, but enough to tell she works out or does a lot of lifting. Fuck. Let's pray to whoevers above that you don’t need to get yourself out of yet another bad situation.

Ellie goes around the passenger side. You're a little confused because you thought she was driving, but when she opens the door and looks at you, you realize why she did it. “Thank you,” you say, surprised at the gesture. She doesn’t respond, just goes into the driver's side and sits down. When she starts the car up, loud music cuts on. Ellie scrambles to turn it off, embarrassment flooding her face.

You laugh a little, “I didn’t think you’d be into that kind of music.” Ellie looks at you and face palms while trying her best to explain. “I didn't- This isn’t- Fuck, I didn’t mean” You laugh loosely at her embarrassment. “It’s okay, I like that song honestly, I wasn’t judging,” Ellie sighs before starting. “This isn’t my car, it’s my friend's, but she gave me her keys because she’s headed somewhere else tonight.” You nod understandingly. “And you? Do you have somewhere to be tonight?” Your curiosity slips before you have a chance to hide it. Getting lost in the comfort. 

“Other than my bed? I have no plans for the rest of the night.” Ellie answers while starting up the car. You’re surprised. She’s gorgeous. Maybe she just doesn’t live with her partner? Long-distance sort of thing? You want to ask, but don’t want to overstep. God knows you hate when strangers do it to you. So instead you hum as in saying ‘Ok.’ She hands you her phone with ‘maps’ open. You put in an address and hand it back. It's 5 minutes away from the club. 

You’re a little sad, wanting a little more time with this stranger you've known for less than an hour. “What about you?” Ellie throws the question back. “Same, I just have to get ready for bed, I guess, maybe run a load of laundry, I don’t know.” She nods. “Do you like it? Your job, I mean,” You think over remembering the series of events that landed you here. “Sometimes, I guess, I like dancing, pole or not. I just don’t like how I ended up here. It was a last resort kind of thing, but it pays the bills plus more, so I can’t really complain.”

Ellie wants to ask what landed you here, but she holds off instead, asking something more surface-level. “Do you work tomorrow?” “Why do you miss me already? I haven’t even left the car yet.” You tease. Ellie's cheeks go bright red. Embarrassment filled her body. “No, I was just-” She blurts, but you caught her off guard before she could drown in the feeling. “ I was just messing with you,” She exhales, showing just how wound up the question made her. “But no, I don’t work tomorrow, I’m actually off the next two days.” 

“That’s good, so I can come round and fix your car for you.” She pulls up to the address you've given her, your real address around the corner, but you didn’t want to give it to her so soon incase she was not at all what she seemed. You open the door and close it, crouching down a little so you can see her from the window. “I don’t think I caught your name.” You remember. “It’s Ellie.” You smile at it, it’s cute, adorable even. The name spins around in your head until she speaks, “I'm guessing your name isn’t really Raven.” Shes right, it was your stage name to protect your identity or what little you have left to protect. 

“Its y/n” “Like the flower?” Ellie questions, “Yea it was my mom's favorite. I guess mines aswell.” Your eyes lose hers at the thought of your late mother. Ellie can tell from the sudden shift of your body language that your mom is a sensitive topic, so she doesn’t push. “It’s beautiful,” She smiles, trying her hardest to cheer you up. “Thank you, Ellie,” Trying her name out on your tongue. “What is your number so I can contact you tomorrow about the car?” You hand her your phone, and she puts it in. You send her a quick ‘xo’ so she has yours as well. “Thank you for this. It seriously means a lot” 

Ellie brushes it off like it weighs nothing to help. “Oh, of course, it was no problem at all.” Ellie breathes. “Well, Goodnight. Ells” You didn’t mean to cut her name short, kind of just something that happened in the moment. Before you can regret your decision, she replies, “Goodnight, angel.” You turn on your heel and walk towards your place after giving her a smile, not wanting her to see the effect the pet name has on you. You do a quick check behind you to see if she really stayed like she said she would, and when you see that she has, you turn the corner and go into your apartment. You greet the concierge as you walk to the elevator.

Are you crushing on a customer? Sure, she was nice, but this has happened before and ended horribly. She didn’t seem like the type to put her hands on you, but neither did your ex-girlfriend despite telling her about your past. Fuck. I mean, you can’t always fear the unknown, or you’ll be lonely forever living in your high-rise apartment with the most perfect view of the city. You wish you were anything else but a stripper, but it sure does come with its perks. 

Hopping in the shower and making sure to properly cover your newly done ponytail. You could never get it as sleek as the professionals, so instead of ruining it with water youll leave it in for another day or two. You wash yourself, careful not to peer over your body for too long. If you do, you'll be crying for hours at all of the bruises on your thighs from the pole and the scabs on your legs from constant shaving. Once you're out, you quickly change into comfy pajamas and lie in bed with a bowl of grapes. Watching the newest episode of ‘Behind the Psyche, ’ A show that explains the conspiracy theories that make more sense than whatever we are made to believe.

You hear a ding. It’s Ellie

Ellie 

↝ Got in safely?

You smile at the text and curl up a little more into bed, thinking of how to respond. Wonder if a short ‘yea’ would suffice or if you wanted to keep the conversation going. Since she checked on you, you want to reciprocate the consideration.

You 

↝ I did, you?

You see her chat bubble come up immediately after you press send. 

Ellie

↝ Yeah, I got home a little while ago. I’m gonna finish some last-minute emails and head to bed.

How you so badly want to keep talking, but you chose not to, so you keep it short and sweet.

You 

↝ Yea I think I’m gonna head to bed as well. Make sure to drink some water before bed, so you don’t wake up too hungover.

 Before you have time to overthink your message, she replies.

Ellie

↝Thank you. I am a doctor, though, so I know a thing or two about preventing hangovers :)

You 

↝Really? I’ll be sure to ask you more about that tomorrow. Goodnight, Ells.

Ellie

↝ I wonder what you have to ask, but I'll wait. Goodnight, Angel.

You squeal into your pillow. Having a crush is your favorite thing in the world. It kind of gives you something to do. Wanting to look all pretty so they can notice you, or taking extra time doing your makeup and layering your scents perfectly.

You go to bed with Ellie on your mind, hugging your stuffed animal as you drift to sleep. Excited for what tomorrow will hold.

You wake up naturally, no alarms and no responsibilities. You check your phone like you always do, and there it is. A message from Ellie

Ellie (12:36 PM)

↝ Good morning, what time do you want me to bring the car around and start working on it?

You think for a moment. Wanting to make sure your house is spotless in case she ends up needing the bathroom or something.

You

↝ How does 3 pm sound?

Ellie

↝ Perfect, though I do need your real address now lol.

You smack your head, remembering how you never gave her your real address, even though she was doing you a favor.

You

↝ Oh right :/

You send the address, and she hearts it. Then you get up and start cleaning. You do everything. Laundry, dishes, you even organize your bathroom cabinet like there is some chance she’ll go through it. After everything is done, you take a quick shower, sweaty from all the intensive labor.

‘What do I wear?’ You say to yourself, looking at your closet. You shop often because you always have loads of money left over after paying for all your necessities, but nothing seems perfect for Ellie. You settle on a white short crop top, with baby pink fold-over sweat pants that perfectly display your back dermals.

You put a couple of premade dough cookies in the oven and set a timer. Looking at the time, you realize she’d be here just as the cookies finish.

You anxiously pace your apartment, looking to see if anything is out of place. You light your scented candle and place it on the coffee table. 

Ding

The cookies are done, and just as you suspected, another ding fills the air. It’s Ellie telling you that she’s here. You quickly tell her to pull around back to the private garage. You head downstairs, wishing you still drank just so that something could calm your nerves. 

Ellie steps out of the car when she sees you. She’s wearing a white tank top and baggy grey sweatpants. You would question her outfit choice, but it’s hot out, so you understand. “You look nice, all this for me?” Ellie smirks, “I literally have on the most basic outfit ever.” You contest, “You still look nice though, should’ve worn gray pants so we could match.” Your face heats up a little at the comment. “Kidding, payback from all that teasing yesterday.” You breathe a sigh of relief from her explanation.

She goes into her trunk and grabs a toolbox. After inspecting your car, she figured out the issue: “You just need an oil change.”

You nod and sit on the hood while she crawls underneath the car. Her shirt rolled up a little, displaying her toned stomach. Fuck. Your mind goes to places you wish it didn’t, and soon enough your imagining her fucking you perfectly with her strong arms and gentle tone.

Once she’s done, she asks if she can come inside to wash her hands. You nod, leading her to the elevator. Once she’s inside, you show her where the bathroom is while you wait on the couch. “Nice place you got here, just you?” Ellie wanted to know if you were seeing anyone without directly asking. “Yea just me, I unfortunately am not good at relationships, platonic or not.” Ellie nods knowingly.

Shes walking around a little, trying to figure you out based on the decor you have up. The only thing she can come up with is that your favorite color is pink, and you love plants. “Do you live alone?” You ask carefully. She stops pacing around and looks at you. “Yeah, I guess I am also not the relationship type,” Ellie says, bringing her hand up to scratch the nape of her neck. “Do you like your job? You said you were a doctor, what type?” 

“I’m a psychiatrist, and other than the word load, I’d say it’s my favorite job I've had so far.” She goes behind the island after answering. Paying attention to the marble detailing, wondering if she picked it out or if it came with the apartment.

“That’s really cool! I’ve always wanted to be a nurse practitioner for psych, but I'm sure they’d take one look at my background check and send me out the door.” You laugh a little, though deep down you’re a little sad. Wishing you had never gotten into stripping in the first place. Who knows where you could've ended up instead?

“So what made you become a stripper instead?” You hesitate when answering, wondering if you should answer truthfully or say what you usually tell people who ask. Her tone is calm, and her eyes look genuine, so you decide to go with the former. 

“Well, in college, I got into a really bad argument with my ex, and she ended up leaking all my nudes and videos we took together. Word got out, and I was kicked out of university. No jobs would hire me because every time you’d search my name, that would pop up, so my only resort was stripping because I was about to get evicted from my previous place.” Ellie looks at you empathetically, wanted so badly to come sit next to you and comfort you, but she didn't want to overstep.

You see the pity in her eyes, “I mean they’re all removed now. I paid good lawyers to get it all wiped from the internet, but stripping will forever be on my record. Kind of a lose-lose situation, I don't know.” You bring your arms up to hug yourself, unable to hide your body language.

“I mean, I have a private practice, and I know community colleges don’t necessarily care too much about your job. If you wanted, you could go back to school and do all the qualifications to be an NP, and I can hire you.” Your eyes beam at the idea, finally seeing an out in something you never thought would end. You rush over to Ellie and throw your hands over her in a hug. Your excitement ridding any embarrassment you’d feel in the moment

“It’s not a big deal, honestly, plus working at clubs helps you read people, so honestly, I think you’d be a great fit.” You move off her, smile still on your face, and you sit on the island in front of her while she leans on the fridge directly opposite you. 

You take the opportunity to fully look at her. “You're staring, angel.” Ellie wasn’t usually this confident in remarks, but your energy settles the overthinker in her. “Sorry,” you mutter looking down at the floor tiles now. “I was only kidding, I mean, who wouldn’t stare?” She teases, “Shut up.” You laugh playfully at her comment. “You are really cute, though, that's one thing you're right about.” You admit.

“Really, you think I’m cute? Here I was wondering if you’d ever admit it or if you’d keep oogling me.” You hide your face with your hands, blood rushing to your cheeks. You hear Ellie move from her spot and walk closer to you. She holds your wrist very gently, waiting a moment to see if you’d push her away, and when you don’t, she pulls your hand down so you can look at her.

“No need to hide your face, I think you're gorgeous.” You look at her as if to ask, ‘Really?’ She nods and continues, “When I saw you come out on stage, I couldn’t believe it. I mean, how could someone be so beautiful? I know why you’re club's favorite.” Ellie laughs, feeling a little hot.

“Aww, that’s really sweet of you, I know you mentioned you weren’t good with relationships..” You trail off, wondering if you should even ask, but choose to anyways “But are you seeing anyone?” Ellie falls apart internally, not sure if you were asking because you were interested or just out of pure curiosity, she takes a shot in the dark anyway. Walking closer to you now, directly in between your thighs as you sit on the counter. “Well, I’d like to start seeing you,” Ellie cringes a little at her reply. Was that supposed to be a good line? What the fuck, but you save her from her thoughts when you answer. “I would like that, a lot actually”

She smiles, wanting so badly to kiss you, but too terrified to make the next move, so she opts for staring at your lips and hoping a daydream would suffice. You notice where her gaze has landed, and you bite your lips at the realization. She looks back up once you do. You stare at each other for a while, taking in one anothers features, tension growing by the second. You just decide to go for it.

You lean in, and you see her come a little closer, feeling her breath on your skin. Eyes closed, the two sets of lips collide. Slow at first, hesitant even, but soon it picks up in speed and hunger. Her hands are all over you, desperate to feel your skin against her exploring hands. Your hips roll a little, chasing friction she notices and picks you up off the counter. “Be a good girl and show me where your room is.” The phrase doing something to you, you almost forget she even asked you anything. You point to the hall, and she brings you there swiftly, making you seem so light in her arms. “This one,” you say, arousal apparent in your voice. 

She pushes the door open and lays you carefully on the bed, she’s kissing you like it's the only thing saving her. Her weight is on top of you slightly as she brings her knee to give you something you grind on. She starts kissing your neck, the feeling making you bite back a moan. She notices, “Come on, let me hear you, let me know how good you feel.” That does something to you, and you can no longer hide the noises leaving your lips. “Fuck, I need more, please.” The friction of her knee wasn’t enough. She moves back from you, removing your pants while saying, “Take those off for me, I need to see you.” 

Her voice is lower than earlier, need intertwined with it. You take off your shirt and your pants, leaving only your under garments. “Look at you, so pretty angel.” You moan at the look in her eye, her words dancing around in your brain. She goes back to kiss your neck again, but you stop her, holding her face so she’s looking directly at you. “Ellie, I don’t like being intimate if you have no plan of it to going anywhere.” You hated feeling used.

“Oh, baby, you think I’d leave you?” She kisses your forehead. “Think I’d leave this pretty face,” She kisses your nose. “Think I’d leave these pretty lips?” She kisses your chest, “Or this perfect body?” She kisses your stomach. “I’d be an idiot to let you get away.” You smile at her praise, tears almost welling in your eyes with how gentle she’s being, but you’d hate to ruin the moment, so you blink them back and pull her up to kiss you.

The kiss means everything to you. You can feel devotion in the way she kisses back, the way her hands cup your face like you're a vase on a toothpick. Her hands find your bra clasp, and she removes it. Carefully rubbing her thumb over your nipple. You moan into her mouth, and she replies by pushing her knee harder into you.

She dips down onto your nipples, swirling her tongue carefully and caressing the other one with her hand. She’s taking her time with you, learning what made you twitch and how much pressure it took for you to moan. “Ellie, please,” She moans at your pleas. It goes straight to her core. 

She takes off her tank top and bra so you don’t feel more exposed than she was. Ellie is kissing down your stomach, drinking you in like a pill to an addict. She reaches for your panties and looks up at you. “Can I take ‘em off? I wanna taste you.” Too needy to be shy. “Please. I need you,” you answer. Ellie pulls them down and groans at how wet you are. “Your dripping angel, what's got you so worked up, hmm?” Faux concern laced in her tone.

It turns you own and you play into it. “I’m not sure, definitely not the gorgeous girl on top of me.” She laughs at your reply. Placing a finger on your clit, no movement, just gauging your reaction. When your hips leave the bed a little to find the pressure you so badly need, she begins careful circles and finds your lips again. Kissing you deeply. 

“Ellie, I need you inside of me.” She takes a single finger and slips it inside, using her thumb to massage your clit and her middle finger to pump you in and out. Its been a while since you've been intimate, and the lack of it is rather apparent by how fast you were building. “So good- You feel so good,” you whine. She catches your moans in the kiss deepinging it only to hide her own sounds. She goes back down and starts placing kisses around your inner thighs. 

“Ellie, no teasing. Please,” You’re impatient, and you want her mouth on you, unable to stand the anticipation. “So greedy, I thought you wanted to be my good girl.” Your eyes squeeze at her words, unable to reply because of the overwhelming sensation. Her mouth replaces her thumb that was previously swirling your clit. Her eyes look up at you to see your reactions to her different movements.

Once she finds a rhythm that makes your chest rise from the bed, she stays there and adds a second finger inside. This time, curling it upwards, looking for the change in textures that signifies your G- spot. “Right there, that's- oh fuck please.” When she hears your whimpers, she knows she is in the right place. Ellie is chasing her own friction, grinding down into the bed. The covers were perfectly bunched up in between her legs, catching her clothed clit perfectly,

She strokes your spot perfectly at every pump. Her tongue and her finger are moving simultaneously to work you up. “Ellie I- fuck, Ells I’m gonna cum.” She groans at your voice. Desperation in every sound wave. The vibration makes your eyes brim with tears; everything feels so good and so intense. “Be a good girl, come for me, angel. You got it.” Her encouraging words make the pulse in your core grow dramatically. 

Your hands fly into her hair, and she moans when you tug on it. “You can do it, I’m here, baby, let it out.” Your moans sound like cries, the feeling so overwhelming you don’t know how to respond. The orgasm completely consumes you; she keeps you there, letting you ride out your high on her tongue. When you slump down on the bed, she gives you one more clean lick before taking out her fingers and bringing them to your lips.

You open your mouth, eyes locked with hers and wrap your lips around her digits. Her eyebrows pull together slightly, and her eyes hang down a little more at the beautiful sight. “Wish I could fuck you.” Confused about what she means, you start thinking to yourself. When you realize she means she wishes she had her strap, you mutter. “I have a brand new one. Strap, I mean. It’s still in the packaging if you want to use it.”

“Of course you do,” She teases. Following my finger as I point to my bedside drawer. She unwraps it and fastens it on herself. It has a bumpher on the inside of it so it doubles the pleasure for both sides. “I don’t know how I want you. I would love to have your dermals on display, but I also wanna see your face as you fuck you.” Conflicted, she goes with the latter and lifts your legs, hands on the underside of your knees. She tucks a pillow under you. The angle is perfect for hitting your G-spot.

She rubs the tip up and down your slit before carefully sliding in. Her eyes never leave yours, and she drinks all the contortions your face makes. Every inch makes you feel drunker than before. You are blabbering. Purely incoherent because of the feeling. The pressure of the bumpher on Ellie is perfectly rubbing on her clit. She groans. She sits for a moment, looking at you while you get used to it. “So fucking pretty,” Ellie says, completely addicted to you. 

“You can move now,” You whine, knowing she was waiting for you to get settled into the feeling. She starts slow, pumping you hesitantly, trying not to hurt you, but your whines are making it hard to stay at that pace. She speeds up a little, lifting your legs a little more so they are directly on your chest, the angle making you curse loudly. “Fuck fuck fuck, it’s too– good.” Your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling, but you feel two light taps on your face, “Where you going, hmm? You've got to stay with me. I wanna see those pretty eyes.” 

You are trying your best not to close your eyes, but her instruction is getting lost in your memory the more she pumps into you. She moves your hand so you're holding one of your thighs up. Her hand that was holding it before moving to your clit. The pressure driving both of you insane. “I’m close, but I don’t want to cum before you.” Ellie wanted to make sure you were satisfied because she got lost in her own pleasure. She made sure not to lose the rhythm of both her thumb and her strokes.

“You like how I feel inside you, hitting your spots perfectly?” You nod, unable to form proper sentences because of how close and sensitive you were, so you reply with a whimper. The sound goes straight to Ellie, making her that much closer to the edge. “Close close close,” she spluttered. She rubs a little faster but keeps the same pressure. The movement pushing you over the edge. 

You scream out at it, and your body tenses as the orgasm engulfs you. Ellie follows right behind, the strokes getting sporadic. She groans out loud and squeezes your thigh needed something to hold as the feeling consumes her. 

She pulls out of you and removes the strap, placing it on the bedside table before lying down next to you. “Thank you,” you say, half for the sex, and half for her fixing your car. She just laughs and kisses your cheek. “Relax a little, then let's get in the bath, okay? After we can nap if you’d like, and I’m taking you to dinner when we wake up.” You smile at the thought. Excited for what the future with Ellie holds.

Sorry for any bad grammar, hope you liked x.

[r0mantical-era]

"Kiss my neck and give me butterflies..."

[angelforever666]

Women who let their gf’s bite them are genuinely the equivalent to heaven on Earth. No one can change my mind.