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[vermillionsappho]

And don’t bring ts from Twitter to any other platform and I’m dead serious. The account has been suspended and a source said that ppl on the team are aware and they’re handling so atp all we can do is continue to report and handle the situation with DISCRETION, doing anything other than that is detrimental

If you know, continue to be vigilant, if you don’t- good don’t ask questions, continue to be blissfully unaware. No need to blow this up <3

[vermillionsappho]

Are you going to continue posting your miss-americana series?

I’m not sure, I really want to though. I took a break from the series and writing period because I went through another identity crisis (lol) and it really fucked w my mental health and put me in a bad place. I entered a little relationship w a really really good guy and it helped me realize some more things about who I was and it literally destroyed me to break things off with him, and it raised some questions w my family about why and all this because he actually met my family so they were confused and just A LOT happened. I may give it a try because I absolutely loved where things were going in the story but I don’t want to rush back into writing just yet either :)

[vermillionsappho]

You doing okay

Hi darling, yes I’m doing fine. I took an…extended break. Thank you for asking, how are you? ☺️

[vermillionsappho]

Tiktok is waking up to the fact that all this stuff about Paige’s sexuality and Azzi and just her privacy in general is WEIRD and literally bless it. I can’t imagine how strange it must be to see such wild claims about yourself at such a huge level. When I played basketball, there became this narrative about me that I wasn’t girly, that I was too masculine, and I just HAD to be a lesbian. As someone who was going through an identity crisis, it made me really uncomfortable and pushed me even more into confusion about my identity so I can’t even imagine how Paige feels to see practically the entire app of tiktok saying the same thing. It’s okay to post your silly little TikTok’s and tiktok edits and playfully flirt and add the silly captions because she’s said she enjoys it, but the other stuff??? It’s gotta stop NOWWWWW. Invading her privacy, spreading shit about her and Azzi and just being plain weird…we gotta nip it in the bud fr. Not to mention that even her brother said during a live (allegedly) that her and Azzi were literally just friends, so if that’s what’s being said then that’s what it is. They’ve stopped posting each other frequently and it’s prob because y’all won’t be normal about them, whether it’s something going on or not; adding onto that but it’s not our business to figure out the nature of their bond/relationship. Some ppl have friendships that we’ll never understand and it’s not for us to understand. Any alleged videos shouldn’t keep getting spread, especially when there’s no context, yall just spreading shit for the hell of it atp. Azzi and Paige have been friends since they were like 14 and watching y’all pick apart their entire relationship is so strange. Let’s just get all this together now, because some stuff is being brought to twitter and whatnot and it’s just all so weird.

[kayschateau]

alright madison like pack it up lil ms hey mamas

[atyourmerci]

♡ Hook, line, and sinker (sub!abby // follower req)

Basketball!abby X nerdy reader

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Summary: Abby is the head captain of your college basketball team, a known player in more ways than one…but you knew her dirty little secret

Warnings: smut, MDNI, porn smidge of plot, sub!abby, top!reader, cunnilingus, fingering if you squint, abby is sub inexperienced, abby is a whiny little sub, author enjoyed thoroughly, no y/n, no physical description of reader

A/N: first req!! So thank you for sending it in. Hopefully this will hold y’all off till I can get out a full fic :// (this was supposed to be a drabble and I got carried away oopsies). Psa wrote this at 2am so it’s probably a MESSSS

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She was dangerous force, intimidating just by the sheer sight of her. She was the kind of girl that people walked on the other side of the road when she was coming, afraid of what would happen if she snapped. Hell even the girls on the court would run from her, and not in the way the game was supposed to happen, they just knew she broke bones.

Abby was brutal, she was a hard hit, she was uneasy to break… she was a fucking whiny sub.

No one knew that of course, none of the girls she tossed around like dolls as she rammed into them emotionlessly, it would ruin the reputation she had built, right?

But you knew.

She was embarrassed you ever saw that side of her, but fuck did she need you. Only you could let her beg and plead to let her cum after denying her over and over again. Only you were allowed to see that pretty pink pussy drenched in slick that ran down her muscled thighs. Only you ever made her cum.

The situation she had you in was less than practical. Abby begrudgingly asked for your help in physics since you were undeniably the smartest in the class…oh if she would’ve know the things you’d teach her. 

You weren’t her type, she liked easy girls, the ones that threw themselves at her so she never had to even try, open up to anyone. Some girls had pressed for more, to which she’d move on to the next.

You…you were difficult, hard to read. She was surprised you didn’t use the chance of meeting with her to study to get a good fuck out of her. You were strictly business, even when you couldn’t stop thinking about what she would look like with her legs wrapped around your head.

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That day had started just like the others, abby sprawled out on your tiny dorm bed while you sat neatly across from her, textbooks giving needed separation between the two of you. She always felt the need to dominate every space she took up. If only you could just break her…

“I- I don’t fucking get this. I’m not going to.” Abby says dragging her large hand cross her face. She was usually frustrated when she came to you, but today was the worst you’ve ever seen. She’d leave in a much better place than you had started, but after 3 hours there had been an unusual lack of progress.

“You’re not using your head,” you say growing impatient. You let out a sigh of equal frustration, knowing you’d have to break down the first wall of unspoken territory with her, “what’s wrong with you, you seem off today.”

She returns a scoff back at you, head tilting up to meet your eyes, “I’m fine.”

You shake your head knowingly back at her, “Abby you-“ you begin to protest as she cuts you off defensively, “I said I’m fine. Now are you actually going to teach me? Or would you like to keep interrogating me?”

Your mouth opens in anger. She wants to play this game, let’s play. “Don’t come at me because you were too busy fucking the entire woman’s soccer team last night to be prepared for this midterm.”

“Why the fuck do you care what I do,” she barks back with just the same vengeance.

You laugh at her blatant assumption, “I didn’t say I did.”

“Then why are you breathing down my neck,” she says narrowing her eyes on you, in an almost curious gaze, still laced with anger.

“I just think you should worry about yourself more than making half of Yale’s female population come.”

She returns a breathy laugh, shaking her head turning away from you, “and you don’t think I get off?”

You cross your arms with a testing gaze on the profile of her face, she couldn’t even look at you talking about herself that way. “I know you don’t.”

“And how the hell would you know that.”

“You’re so fucking tense I’m sure you haven’t gotten off in years, can’t even let yourself do it.” You watch as she twists her fingers around themselves nervously, still unable to meet your eyes.

“Y- you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says unsure, barely above a whisper.

Any assumption you had made had been completely checked off now, and you were ready to completely destroy her. Before you could make out a rational thought your hands were at the textbooks in front of you, the separation between you and your weary opponent. You moved everything off onto the desk next to your bed, closing the once necessary gap.

“Come here,” you say as she finally meets your gaze again. “W-what?”

“You heard me, lie down completely,” you demand, and she reluctantly agrees, unsure of her fate.

You make your way to the side of her, brushing your bare knees against her side which causes her to flinch as her fists are closed tightly next to her.

You place a hand on her abdomen first, trying to ignore the chiseled muscle beneath her black tank, “have you been touched here?”

“Yes.”

You then move your hand to the bicep caged around the outline of your legs, she was sure not to make direct contact, “have you been touched here?”

“Yes.”

You move the same hand to her cheek, cupping the sharp line of her jaw, her eyes now drowning in yours, the anger that had held her down now disappearing. “Have you been touched here?”

“Sometimes. N- not often.” Her gaze falters, fluttered down out of your reach at the vulnerability.

Your hand drags down to her neck, this time you let it roam, dragging your fingers across her pulse, “and here?”

“No.”

You click your tongue at her, “shame,” bending down on your knees to scatter slow kisses up the throb in her neck. You feel as she squirms slightly beneath you, “such a sensitive area, really,” you say returning upright, dragging your fingers down to her raised nipple, hardened by your kisses.

“Here?” You lay light circles around the heightened bud as her mouth falls open, quickly closing it with her top teeth on her lip to make sure she doesn’t crack.

She shakes her head rapidly in response, eliciting a giggle from your throat as you move to her other nipple, sure to give it just as much attention.

You let your hand drag down to the seam of her sweats, toying with the exposed skin between her shirt and pants with your fingertips. You watch as her teeth let the grip of her lip go and her head fall back to the ceiling.

The tips of your fingers ease under the sweats over her boxers, inching your way in till your hand cups her mound to which she lets out her first groan of satisfaction “Have you been touched here, Abby?”

“Fuck- no. never.” Her chest rising and falling heavily now, unable to catch her breath.

“You want me to touch you there abby?”

“Please- please touch me there,” her fist that was caged around your bent legs now gripped into your thigh, large hand almost completely engulfing your leg.

“Well since you asked so nicely, take off your pants. Only your pants.” Within seconds she had them down to her ankles, ripping them off and discarding them to the floor. Her hand returned to your thigh, eyes now trained on you.

You moved your hand back to her mound, covered by her black boxers. You began rubbing down to feel how soaked she was, pooling already. You wouldn’t give her much, not yet, only rubbing slow and soft stripes up and down to hear her breathy moans from the stoic woman.

“Does that feel good?” You ask her doe-eyed as she stare’s pathetically up at you, so needy for anything you’d let her have. “Y- yes.”

“Take off your boxers.” With the same enthusiasm she rips them down at your command, returning her gaze back to the ceiling, still embarrassed at her vulnerability but unable to stop herself.

“Open up those legs for me pretty girl,” you say rubbing your palm up her thigh.

“You can’t talk to me like that… I- I’ll come” she breathes out, bucking her hips slightly into the air to no sense of relief.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” you let out a small giggle at her admission, continuing to rub in her inner thigh.

“Y-ou don’t h-ave to- I’m close enough.”

“Awh pretty baby, all from some talking?”

She continues to buck her hips in hopes that your hand will meet her in the middle. “Please touch me before I finish.”

She had been so good, so pliable, so you honored her wish by placing your fingertips to her raised clit, soaked by her arousal. “Oh fuck!” She yelps, raising her hips into your touch, the hand on your thigh digging crescents into your soft flesh.

“So swollen, just for me?”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck- don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begins to plead. You know she won’t last much longer. And you had to taste her.

You whip your legs around her backwards to straddle her, getting a perfect view of her sopping wet cunt, pretty pink lips coated in white slick. You lick a fat stripe down her slit, tongue pointing into her leaking entrance to get a taste of her.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” she begins to babble as you lap at her hole. She moves her wide hands to grasp at your covered ass in search of stabilizing herself.

You return to her swollen bud, immediately sucking it into your mouth, pulsing it systematically as you hold her wavering thighs open.

“I- im- FUCK-“ she begins to shake under you, whimpers flying out of her as she bucks into your mouth, riding out her early orgasm.

She continues to shake as you try to suck every last bit of her climax out of her, letting her revel in her pleasure. You wish you could talk her through it now, but you’re sure she’ll let you do it over and over again.

As cries of overstimulation flood her voice you let off her clit with a pop, eliciting one last whine from her throat. You return next to the half naked brute, right back to where it started.

She hops of the bed and lazily returns her clothing back to her body.

“No one hears of this. No one.” She says with a pointed look, deep into your eyes.

Ah, the reputation must be upheld. Whiny fucking sub.

Follower req by: @ghgygd

Taglist: @wishbones999 @bookpagecandlescent @littlegingerperson5 @lookforthelight1 @fict1onallyobsessed @shewantstoknow

[vermillionsappho]

Watching Paige Bueckers tiktok edits and then logging on to tumblr to see Abby fics…yeah I CLEARLY have a thing for tall, hot, long haired blondes😭😩

[vermillionsappho]

Wanted to have another chapter out soon but I’m just mentally at my lowest right now and I have no inspiration or will right now. So sorry. I hope to get over it soon and continue writing.

[vermillionsappho]

MISS AMERICANA | ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

MISS AMERICANA | CHAPTER THREE

"Leave with my head hung, you are the only one Who seems to care"

-Still reeling from meeting Ellie at the party, and seeing her again, Y/n now is dealing with complicated feelings and thoughts of Ellie, all while getting closer and forging a friendship with her.

2.0k Words | sfw

Content Warning: Cursing, drug use, anxiety, slight homophobia, lmk if I left anything out!

Tags: @pillowprincessleia @milahnoz (reply to post to be added <3)

Semi-proofread

“You want me to stay with you, hon? I can stay for like an hour or two.” Oliva offers with a small smile, and you shake your head before smiling wryly.

“It’s okay, Liv, I’m okay. I’ll see you around.” You say softly, turning around to walk up the steps of your house. Olivia watches you go up steps, your feet heavy and your head hung and she frowns, but still begins to reverse out of your driveway, waiting for you to get inside before pulling off.

The house is dark when you get inside, and the air is still, which is expected; but it always throws you off anyways no matter how used to it you are.

You lie out on the couch, thoughts racing.

Is Ellie a lesbian?

Is Ellie a lesbian that’s interested in me?

Does Ellie want to have sex with me?

You’ve heard things about Ellie before, but they’ve never stuck in your head, and you never been one to truly engage in gossip and drama; not to mention you had your own shit going on.

You heard your friends whisper about her, you heard neighbors and parents talk about her and condemn her.

The things they say about her are awful; and it’s all because she’s a lesbian.

And now she’s a lesbian that’s possibly interested in you, which could make sense actually. No one’s done anything nice for you out of the goodness of their heart since freshman year. Everyone’s always trying to work an angle with you, play the long game, figure you out and use you. It would make a lot of sense if Ellie defended you, and was so nice to you to get into your pants.

But you’re not a lesbian, though.

You’ve been dating Grayson since you were both thirteen (courtesy of your mom and his); but even then, you’ve never even thought about another girl in a romantic way. You know who you are- and some random girl you just met can’t uproot that and  “turn you out”.

But still, you can’t stop thinking about it, or her in particular. Ellie is pretty, to say the least. Truth is, she’s gorgeous, even with the mullet; and the tattoos, scarred pink lips and slit brows only add to her charm. Ellie’s not like any girl you’ve ever met…she’s not like any person you've ever met either. If there’s a slither of a possibility that Ellie defended you because she’s a good person and is being friendly to you because she wants to be your friend, a part of you wants to believe that.

For another hour, you drive yourself insane thinking of Ellie before you turn the tv on to drown out your thoughts of her.

Until you flick the tv onto another channel, and your once favorite show is on.

And you start to think of her, your mother.

All of sudden, the television isn’t interesting anymore, and you quickly turn the tv off, before stalking off to your room; burrowing in your bed and forcing the heavy duvet over your head as you will yourself to take a nap.

You dream of Ellie while you sleep.

You dream of her freckles, the dots on her creamy skin, and her skin against yours. Her scarred lips on your lips, and her tattooed arms and hands, holding yours. Ellie laughs in your dream, a soft laugh, and it brings a smile to your face.

But somehow, it sends a chill down your spine, and you’re shooting up from the bed like it’s on fire, covers splayed across the floor and a sheen of sweat on your forehead and chest.

You’re panting, and panicking, sitting down on the floor as you swipe your hand through your messy hair, gripping at the strands as you try to think clearly but to no avail.

You dreamt of her.

You dreamt of her kissing you, holding you, smiling at you and it sent the butterflies in your stomach in a tizzy.

“Fuck no, fuck no. That was a nightmare, right?” You whisper to no one, trying to gather yourself, but the panic isn’t subsiding. You sit up on your knees, trying to lean and reach your phone, feeling for it and pulling it off the cord when it’s finally in your hand.

You unlock your phone with shaky hands, and you’re incessantly tapping on contacts as you search for Ellie’s.

You call her, without any hesitation, and when she picks up, you switch to speakerphone, your breathing heavy and audible.

You think of what to say for a moment, but it doesn’t matter, because nothing can stop the words from flying out of your mouth when you finally speak.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” You ask heavily, the words said quickly and the moving on the other side of the phone pauses.

“Pretty girl? What the hell are you talking about?” Her raspy voice finally fills the space in your room, and you can’t ignore the flash of weirdness you feel at the sound of her voice.

“Why do you call me that, Ellie?” You ask, exasperated and she chuckles.

“I don’t know, ‘cause you’re a pretty girl. You don’t like it?” She asks and you close your eyes for a second before sighing.

“No, I- I didn’t say that.” You say softly and you can hear slight crackles from her end of the phone before her voice becomes clearer.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Ellie asks, her voice softer now, a tint of concern in it and you lean your head against the wall.

“I don’t know, really. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry, I’ll go now.” You say, about to hang up the phone but she interrupts you.

“No, stop. Don’t do that, I told you to call. I’ve got a joint, I can come over and we can smoke if you’re comfortable with that?” She suggests and you smile a little, taking a deep breath before responding.

“I thought you told Grayson you don’t let just anybody smoke your stuff?” You ask and she chuckles.

“You’re not just anybody, Y/n.”

You open the door for Ellie, and she steps in smoothly. She’s wearing a wife beater, and a pair of shorts, her muscles on display, and you get that feeling in your chest that you had the first time you saw her, all over again.

“Make yourself at home.” You say quietly and she nods and sits down on the couch, before reclining, propping her feet up.

You hover, not really sure what to do or how to move, your body rigid and she looks at you and laughs, before patting the empty space next to her.

“I’m not gonna bite you, I promise.” She says with a grin and you nod before plopping down next to her, glancing at her for a quick second before averting your eyes to a random wood spot on the coffee table.

“So, what was all of that about on the phone? Are you okay?” She asks and you groan, moving your hands over your face.

“That was so stupid, I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I called, but I definitely don’t know why I asked you that. I let my friends and Grayson get in my head, or whatever.” You say, panicked, and she leans forward before turning to face you.

“What did your friends and Grayson say?” She inquires and you finally meet her eyes.

“Grayson said that I shouldn’t hang around you…I guess because you’re a lesbian or whatever; and my friend said that you probably want to have sex with me or something, I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You say quickly, shaking your head and Ellie laughs before scoffing.

“Y/n, I’m not blind, you’re a pretty girl, why do you think I call you that? But I’m not some creep trying to get into your pants. I want to be your friend, if I wanted to fuck you, I’d literally just ask if you wanted to fuck.” She says, shrugging and you nod slowly, her words seeping into your brain.

“I swear, people in this town are so bored. Still talking about me being a lesbian like it hasn't been years since I came out.” She says and you put a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t care…if you like girls or anything. You’re a nice girl, Ellie, what you like doesn’t change anything for me.” You say softly, and a blush blooms beneath her freckles and you smile at the sight.

“I appreciate that, pretty girl. Now, ready for this?” She asks, pulling a baggie out of her pocket and a lighter.

Ellie helps you like she did the first time, placing the joint between your lips and lighting it for you, while she coaches you through the process so you don’t hurt yourself. When you finally get the hang of it, she takes it back to take a hit herself, and you finally get comfortable on the couch, spreading out.

“How’d you get this scar?” You ask, lazily moving your hand up to touch at the scar, hands moving on the soft skin of her lips, sending shivers down Ellie’s spine.

“I-I got into a fight. He got me good, but I kicked his ass.” She says softly and you hum at her response.

“Are you always fighting people?” You ask, scanning her face with lidded eyes and she gazes at you before blinking.

“Only people who deserve it.” She says, taking another hit of the joint before giggling absentmindedly.

“Why are you so nosy?” She teases and you giggle yourself before cocking your head to the side.

“Just curious about you, that’s all.” You say softly and she nods slowly, eyebrows furrowed like she’s deep in thought.

“Everyone already seems to know everything about me.” She says quietly, and you shake your head before moving closer to her, closing the space on the couch.

“Fuck everyone, Ellie. Everyone’s full of shit, they don’t even try to get to know you.” You say wholeheartedly and she leans her head back against the cushion of the couch, her eyes closed.

“You’re my friend now, Ellie. You were the first person I called, and I know I called for a stupid reason, but it means something to me.” You say softly and she opens her eyes again, turning her head towards you.

“That means you have to beat people up for me, now. Like I was going to do for you at the party.” She jokes, a small smile on her face, and you nod your head profusely.

“I am so ready; I will beat everyone up for you if I have to!” You say, giggling and she passes the joint back to you, to which you accept, taking a hit.

“Nah, but I’m just joking. I don’t want you getting in trouble and shit for me; only one of us can be a fuck up.” She says, smiling softly and you blow the smoke out.

“You’re not a fuck up. Ellie, trust me when I say this, you can go and leave all of this shit behind. It’s never too late.” You say earnestly, before passing the now short joint back to her. Ellie doesn’t respond, only getting up to dispose of the joint, and you sigh.

“This was fun, but I should head home; but I really did have fun, seriously.” She says, hovering by the door and you smile, biting your lip softly as a swell of affection grows in you.

“I’m glad you had fun, but should you be driving right now? Aren’t you high?” You ask, concerned and she shakes her head.

“No, my tolerance is pretty high, and you’re not a smoker so I didn’t bring anything strong. I’m fine, I promise.” She says and you lean over the couch, putting your hand out.

“Pinkie promise? Don’t make me worry about you, Ellie.” You say, sticking your pinky out and she chuckles, smiling warmly as she approaches you.

“Pinkie promise. I’ll text you when I’m home, okay pretty girl?” She says, locking your pinkie with her and you nod. She grins at you, waves, and walks out the door, leaving you more confused than ever.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

WHOOO CHAPTER THREE YAYY! I'm actually excited because things are finally picking up and going in a good direction. I'm so excited to expand more on Y/n and Ellie's personal lives and add more to their friendship!

lmk if you enjoyed this chapter, and like always, like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this chapter <3

#Ellie Williams x reader##Ellie Williams smut#lesbian#the last of us fanfiction#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie x reader#ellie x you#ellie williams #wlw fiction#ellie x fem!reader #bisexual #vermillionsappho #vermillionsapphoworks

[vermillionsappho]

im sorry but may i ask why? i dont understand why people do this when they could just make the reader confused while also not being interested in men? sorry if i sound rude im not trying to be

https://vermillionsappho.tumblr.com/post/730614115104669696/lesbian-in-the-tags-of-your-most-recent-fic-yet

No it’s not rude I def understand your question! The main character isn’t interested in guys, she just hasn’t made peace with that part of her identity which is important. We learn that the main character has been dating this guy since she was 13 and now she’s 18, so he’s practically all she knows and she’s comfortable w him even if she doesn’t necessarily like him. As the story progresses, we figure out that the main character does a lot of things for acceptance even if it’s not what she enjoys or who she is.

[vermillionsappho]

Already finished chap 3 of Miss Americana so it should be out tomorrow :)

[vermillionsappho]

Also if you would like to be added to the tag list comment and lmk!

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“cover her mouth and make her listen to how wet she is” aka jackson!ellie putting in WORK. i’m sick.

⭐️ warnings: smut(obviously), dom!ellie, language, ellie has a dirty mouth, an ass slap. think that’s it? 18+ minors dni <3

you’re pretty sure you’re dead, or at least you will be soon at this rate. you don’t even realise the obscene noises you’re making until ellie slaps a palm down onto your ass.

“shut the fuck up,” ellie hisses from behind you, breathless. she’s fucking into you at a speed that you’re certain she’s never met before and if she goes any faster you think the bed might break the thin wall separating the both of you from the bathroom.

“fuck,” ellie’s voice snaps you back into reality and you find yourself reaching back to push at her stomach, looking for some relief from her practically bruising your cervix. “you really want me to stop?”

you whine, but don’t respond. she knows you don’t want her to stop, especially when your legs give way and you slip forward onto the bed, chest pressed against the mattress. she knows you like it like this.

she slows her pace, switching to slower, deeper strokes and she leans back slightly, sucking in a small gasp when she sees how wet you’ve gotten. it’s all down your thighs, between your ass cheeks and ellie’s thighs are beginning to get sticky and she can’t tell if its from your or her but she doesn’t really care.

“you’re wetting the fucking bed, babe.” she teases, leaning forward until her chest is pressed against your back and you’re almost sticking together from the sweat. she shuffles closer to you until your ass is flush against her lower stomach raises a hand to push against your head, keeping you flat to the bed.

“ell-fuck, please, please..” you’re whimpering at her, trying to look at her from the corner of your eye but she’s just out of sight. you feel her though, her breath hot against your ear.

all she does is scoff and draw her hips back before pistoning in, somehow even harder than before, and you’re basically fucking crying at how good it feels.

“i thought i told you…” ellie leans down and you think she’s going to brush the hair from your eyes or give you a quick kiss but instead she grabs a fistful of your hair, arches your neck up and slaps her palm against your mouth. “to shut the fuck up?” she whispers in your ear and you practically gush against her, the wet noises coming from your pussy echoing through her room.

“you hear that?” she’s still in your ear, breathing heavily as her hips slap against your ass. “hear how fucking wet that pussy is? how much she loves me?”

you’re definitely crying now, nodding frantically against her hand. you’re gripping at the sheets so hard you’re certain you’ve ripped holes into them and your eyes have rolled so far back into your head you don’t think they’ll ever go back to normal again.

ellie knows she has a dirty mouth and she uses it to her advantage when she’s fucking you like this. knows that you could cum alone just from the dirty shit she says to you, and she’d have it no other way.

the squelching noises coming from your pussy are so loud - you’re thanking heavens that joel opted to cancel his garden party tonight. both of ellie’s hands are now covering your mouth and she’s leaning back, using her grip on your cheeks and jaw as leverage to fuck into you.

she’s hitting right against your g-spot and you’re biting at her palm, trying your best not to scream bloody murder but it’s becoming increasingly difficult when she’s fucking you so good. she leans forward again, hard nipples pressing into your back and you feel her lips ghost the shell of your ear,

“want you to make a fucking mess for me. can you do that, hm?”

you are absolutely going to die tonight.

[vermillionsappho]

Already finished chap 3 of Miss Americana so it should be out tomorrow :)

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#lesbian in the tags of your most recent fic yet the reader is dating a man?😭😭

Yes unfortunately for right now the main character is dating a man :( the fic is mostly about self exploration, comphet and a lot of other stuff if that makes sense. It’s a lesbian and sapphic story, the plot just hasn’t moved into that yet for the sake of building characters and the storyline!

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Hello, welcome to VermillionSappho's Masterlist!

ABBY ANDERSON

Bathroom | smut 3.5k words

ELLIE WILLIAMS

Miss Americana | ongoing series

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MISS AMERICANA | MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1 | 1.8k words

CHAPTER 2 | 1.2k words

This series is currently ongoing

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Miss Americana | Ellie Williams x Reader

MISS AMERICANA | CHAPTER TWO

"They whisper in the hallway, 'She's a bad, bad girl.'"

-Y/N has always been a good girl, practically the picture of what it means to be an all-american girl, with her perfect, all-american boyfriend and life. She's never strayed from the path others expect of her; but after meeting Ellie Williams, the girl the people in her town whisper about, her life begins to change dramatically.

1.2k words | sfw

Content Warning: None (90% sure)

Semi-proofread ofc, sorry this chapter is so short, things should pick up next chapter! <3

You awake to the sun peeking out of the blinds, causing your eyes to squint and shut, flipping over and feeling the emptiness in the space next to you.

Of fucking course Grayson’s gone.

You sigh, and unplug your phone, checking your notifications, rolling your eyes when you see you don’t have a single message from him.

“Used me for head and then fucking dipped…” You whisper to yourself before huffing and rolling out of bed.

You’re pissed of course; Grayson kept you out at the party all night, took you back to his house, begged for head, and then left you laying in his bed to go off and do other shit. You stomp downstairs, angrily yanking the fridge open when you get into the kitchen. There’s takeout in the fridge, which is expected since Grayson can’t cook, and neither can his mother. 

You plop the box into the microwave, tapping your foot impatiently as you check your notifications while the food heats up.

Nothing.

You sit in a chair at the table, quickly swallowing your food as you scroll through your contacts, trying to find someone who might be up and able to pick you up and take you home; but it's so early, and everyone is probably in bed, sleeping, or nursing a hangover. You’ll probably be here until Grayson decides to come back whenever he’s done doing whatever it is he’s doing. You frown at the thought and slump against the cool glass of the table, groaning. “Fuck Grayson.” You murmur to yourself.

About an hour later, Olivia finally calls you back and lets you know she’s on the way to come pick you up, and you’re literally floating in relief. You use the downstairs bathroom, rinsing your mouth with mouthwash, and trying to slick your messy hairs down with no avail.

Olivia pulls up and you’re hardly embarrassed to be bolting outside to her car in a pair of Grayson’s boxers, his shirt hanging off your shoulder.

“I could kiss you right now, I’m so pissed off at Grayson. He could’ve at least woke me up and took me home.” You say with a sigh as you get into the passenger seat of her car. Olivia laughs and shakes her head.

“Well, you’re not gonna be too thrilled…I gotta stop for gas since Grayson lives so fucking far out.” Olivia says with a pout and you slump into the seat in horror.

“C’mon, Liv! Absolutely not, I’m practically naked!” You say, tugging on your shirt and she grimaces.

“You’re wearing something at least…but I seriously have to stop or we won’t make it to your house.” She says and you lean your head against the window with a frown as she finally pulls off, heading to the nearest gas station.

“I’ll be quick, honey, I promise.” Olivia says and you glare at her as she exits the car.

“You better!” You shout as she walks away, and you lock the door before leaning your head against the window.

You’re daydreaming and thinking as you wait for Olivia, when a classic red mustang pulls up beside the car, the top down.

And it’s Ellie-

the girl you met at the party last night.

In the passenger seat, is a pretty blonde girl, a joint hanging from her lips, and her long hair pulled behind her and braided.

Her music is loud, and she sits with the car running for a minute as she takes a drag from the joint when the blonde passes it to her; then she turns her head to the side, blowing out smoke, her eyes meeting your stare.

You blush and turn your head, but it’s not enough; she turns the engine off and steps out of the car.

“‘Sup, pretty girl!” Her freckled face is pressed against the window, and she is smirking. You heat up even more at the nickname, and you begrudgingly roll the window down.

“Hi…Ellie.” You say softly, and her eyes are watching your lips as you say her name; and you shiver at her stare.

“Is there something you need from me?” You ask, cocking your head to the side and she chuckles.

“No ma’am, there isn’t. Just wanted to check on you.” She says softly and you blink at her.

“Are you serious?” You ask, and her smirk turns into a soft grin, as she leans against the car.

“Those type of parties…I can’t tell that's not your thing, so yeah I wanted to know if you’re alright.” Ellie says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Thanks for asking, I’m okay, and parties are so my thing.” You say, rolling your eyes and she just snickers.

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.” She says, and the bell on the store door rings, averting your attention, and you can see Olivia making her way towards the car, holding a small bag and a receipt, sending a flood of panic over you.

“Okay, well good talk…see you around, or whatever.” You say hurriedly, and she folds her arms, before looking at Olivia.

“Slow down, pretty girl. Yeah, we’ll be seeing each other around, but just in case you need anything from me, here’s my number.” Ellie says with a knowing grin before holding her hand out, to which you quickly plop your phone in her hand, as she types in her number and name.

Olivia finally approaches the car, a puzzled look on her face and Ellie chuckles. “I’ll be seeing you, Y/n.” She says before walking into the store.

You’re pointedly looking away from Olivia when she finally gets in the car after pumping the gas and she stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Why the hell were you just casually chatting with Ellie Williams?” She asks, and you sigh.

“Oh my god, why are people freaking out about this? She’s just a girl, what is all the fuss about?” You ask, exasperated and she shakes her head profusely.

“Y/n, Ellie is not just some girl! She’s a drug dealer first and foremost…and she’s, well…y’know.” Olivia says awkwardly and you turn to face her.

“Ellie sells drugs? That actually makes sense.” You say with a hum before Olivia side eyes you.

“Liv, what is your problem? It’s not like we’re best friends or anything, or even friends. We met at the party last night, she defended me from a weird, drunk guy, let me take a hit from her joint and that was literally it. When I said she was just some girl, I meant it. It’s not that big of a deal.” You say, reclining back in the seat and she bites her lip, shaking her head as she starts the car.

“So, why did she ask for your number, then?” Olivia finally asks and you freeze in your position before groaning exaggeratedly.

“I don’t know, honestly. Maybe…maybe she wants to be my friend. She was super nice to me, and she doesn’t even know me.” You say softly, your words airy now and Olivia snorts.

“That girl doesn’t want to be your friend…she’s a lesbian, Y/n. She probably wants to turn you out or something; I can tell you one thing for sure though…Ellie Williams is bad news.” Olivia says, and you turn your head again, before flipping the radio on and turning it up, desperate to shake Olivia and Grayson’s words out of your head.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Another day, another chapter! Tbh this was totally like, a filler chapter but an important filler chapter since the next chapter definitely kicks things off!

Anyways, regardless of this being a semi-filler chapter, if you enjoyed- comment, like and reblog!

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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