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𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 | 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚔 @𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚝𝚑𝚟𝚟 | 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 | 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸

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𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒆

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈‼️, smut, explicit sexual content, oral sex, rough sex, power imbalance, manipulation, emotional conflict, miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort, implied infidelity, toxic relationship dynamics, obsessive behavior, dubious consent (emotional context), jealousy, possessiveness, reconciliation

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Sorry for such a long break 😭 I haven't been doing quiet well recently considering I flunked my midterms—trying to get back in shape though! Hope y'all like this one 🥹 I'm not experienced in writing smut so this might suck a little 😔🤚

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Ramona wakes up after a night with Elizabeth, only to cross paths with a mysterious man who plants doubt in her mind about everything that happened. She walks away, trying to forget—but when Elizabeth reappears with her own version of the truth, Ramona is pulled back in, caught between suspicion and something she can’t quite let go of.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 • 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝

Ramona woke up in an unfamiliar bed and unfamiliar clothes. She rubbed her eyes as she stretched her arm, feeling an empty space beside her. She sat up, looking around. “Liza?” No response. She got up and went to the restroom to do her business. Where could she be so early in the morning? Events from last night flashed through her mind.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.” 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭… 𝘦𝘹𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘢…” 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺—𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵—𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. “𝘔𝘩𝘮𝘮, 𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢…” 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. “𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵,” 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. “𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥..” 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. “𝘕𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. “𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢..” “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦? 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴?” 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦, “𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳.” 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘸. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.” 𝘔𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴’ 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧—𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴’ 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯—𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵—𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢. “𝘈𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘩, 𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢- 𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰-” “𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨?” 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. “𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵.. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦.” 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. “𝘚𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦… 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢.” “𝘔𝘩𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘊𝘶𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.” 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢. 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦-𝘶𝘱. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯…

“𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.”

Ramona slapped her face, all embarrassed from the flashbacks. And just as she wondered more, the lack of presence of a certain blonde raised more confusion from her.

‘𝘏𝘮𝘮… 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦?’

While looking around, the brunette caught a piece of paper near the nightstand.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴. -𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢’

‘𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴…’

She started to get dressed and went downstairs to see a lavish breakfast spread out. Just as she was about to dig in, a knock disturbed her, not long after the doors of the penthouse swung open.

“I see, she has guests over..” An esteemed looking gentleman greeted the brunette. Something about him made Ramona slightly panic—quickly standing up, clutching her bag, ready to get out if told to. “Sorry for startling you, sweetheart. Oh, I’m sure you are… rude of me not to introduce myself, huh?”

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’

“The name’s James. James Patrick March. Pleasure to meet you, Miss?” “Ramona Royale.” She extended her hand to meet his for a handshake—unexpectedly James pulled her closer, close enough to trigger Ramona’s fight or flight response. “I’m guessing you already met my wife?”

‘𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌?!’

Ramona felt her heart shrunk. No, she refuses to believe it—but then again, it all sounded, felt, too good to be true. No, not again. “That’s… ridiculous…”

“What is? Oh, that you just 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦?” The man let out an almost sarcastic laugh. “Please be my guest, you’re not the first anyways. Just don’t let her eat you alive, dear.” That smile… Ramona felt like she’d never forget.

“I’ve got to go, pleased to meet you, Mr. March, pardon the mess.” She scurried out, not looking back. Disbelief painted all over her face. She couldn’t process how fast things were progressing, and how downwards it progressed. Elizabeth was married, all this time? All those smooth talks, the sweet words, gentle touch, the kiss, and how they literally just slept together.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴’

Not the first. Oh wow. ‘So I’m probably not her last.’ Ramona couldn’t believe she actually thought Elizabeth would be different. Is this really the Elizabeth she looked up on?

‘𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦’

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And just as the elevator doors open, a familiar perfume filled the air.

“Leaving so early, Mona? I thought I sent enough signals that I wanted you to wait for me.”

Ramona took one look at those hazel eyes when tears started forming in hers. She didn’t even respond, she just dashed right past her, leaving the blonde dumbfounded. A familiar pit in Elizabeth’s stomach started forming, she knew something must’ve happened upstairs. Ramona hailed a cab, and just as the cab started taking her back to her apartment, she took one last glance at the hotel. Soon enough, sobs started to escape Ramona’s lips.

Back at the hotel, Elizabeth impatiently waited for the elevator to reach her penthouse. She opened the door and was greeted with a James March bashfully inviting himself to the drinks in her mini bar.

“What are you doing here, James?”

“Oh, you’re back already?”

“Oh, don’t start with me right now. What did you do to Ramona?”

“You mean your guest?” Elizabeth was fuming, enraged, pissed. “I just told her what she needed to hear, darling. Besides, she was the reason why you didn’t show up to our night, is that right, darling?” “Keep this up and you will never have another night with me again.” “Are you threatening me, darling?” “You know I don’t do threats, James. Don’t ever- I mean EVER dabble into my business again. I don’t want you setting foot here in my penthouse again, do you understand?”

“This is my penthouse–My hotel too, darling. Don’t you forge-”

“I don’t give two shits, James. Last time I checked, I’m not the one who’s stuck here for eternity, depending on a lowly servant who does more than what she should just to boost your dead ego.” James can feel the pure anger oozing out of her ‘wife’ and he went from arrogant to a child who’s about to get mauled by a dog. “But dar-”

“Not another word. Get out of my room. Now.” James didn’t dare fight back and just walked away in defeat. Now what should Elizabeth do with Ramona. She’s not done with her yet, barely even started. ‘I can’t lose her, not today…’

It has been a minute since Ramona last encountered the countess. She was heartbroken, though she is not completely sure why—considering they’ve only spent weeks seeing and talking with each other. She tried to bury herself in work. She started receiving flowers the past few days, from an unknown sender—but she had an idea on who it might be. After a long day of photoshoots and interviews for a new film she starred in, Ramona thought to unwind a little once she came home. She thought to herself while walking to her apartment.

‘𝘈 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦—𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵…’

Just as she enters the room, a familiar perfume caught her senses.

‘𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦’

She became cautious in entering her apartment, a voice crawls its way in her mind

‘𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦’

As she reaches the living room, there she is—A beautiful blonde in a white tuxedo, carrying a whole bottle of Masseto. “What are you doing here?” Ramona finally broke the silence between them.

“You haven’t answered any of my calls.”

“And why should I? You’re a cheat, Elizabeth.”

“Not so fond of my nickname anymore?” That earned a sarcastic laugh from Ramona. “You are mistaken, Mona… Just let me smooth things over?”

“Explain what? That you’re actually married all this time? That you tricked me into letting down all my guards with you, only for you to leave more rubbish behind it?”

Elizabeth took this time to stand up and move closer to Ramona. “Dearest, I won’t lie to you anymore. I was married. That man was my ex-husband.” The brunette didn’t even budge, not buying the blonde’s explanation. “You don’t believe me? I don’t blame you, he must’ve planted all sorts of idea in your head. If you doubt me, then he’s not someone you can trust either. The hotel is filled with people like such—especially James.”

Ramona just stayed quiet as she roamed her living room, sitting on her sofa—Elizabeth followed suit. “I don’t mean to break your trust, dear. I admit, I am not the type of person to open up and be honest with a lot of things. I’m sorry, for not telling you I was once married and is now tied to a lunatic ex-husband who hates seeing me with another. But what I felt for you was genuine—I felt real with you, the realest I felt for what felt like… centuries.”

After feeling the atmosphere a little, Elizabeth took the initiative to take hold of Ramona’s hand. “I enjoyed our time together. I became fond of your warmth, Mona. Please, let me make it up to you?” Ramona hated how easily she melted against Elizabeth’s words.

“You sure you’re not married? I am not fit to be the other woman, Liza—I deserve so much more than that.” That earned an earnest smile from the blonde.

“Of course, someone like you shall never be treated as such—you deserve to be treated gently…” Elizabeth moved closer, lifting Ramona’s chin, giving her cheek a peck. “with care” she moved to kiss the tip of Ramona’s nose. “𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦” then a soft kiss on the lips. Ramona was a bit taken aback with the sudden confession.

“Love is a strong word choice, Liza.”

“What can I say, I’m a bold woman, Mona. Say, dinner?”

Ramona just smiled. Relieved to have her woman in her arms again. They spent the night talking—Elizabeth telling the story of her marriage with James—leaving out details that aren’t meant for Ramona to hear just yet. After dinner, the brunette drew a bath for the two of them to enjoy—drinking the wine Elizabeth brought.

“Dearest, when are you free to visit the hotel? And don’t tell me anytime, I would hate to disturb you from your artistry.” Ramona thought for a second. “Hm.. I think I’m free Saturday this week, what’s the occasion?” Elizabeth went silent for a while, seemingly thinking deep about something.

“I have something for you to see—to know.”

Ramona felt bit of tension.

“You make me nervous…”

“Oh no need to be nervous, Mona…It’s not anything negative, take it as an exploration of the unknown.”

Ramona honestly felt confused about the sudden proposition, but she can’t help but go with the flow of the blonde—letting her take the wheel blindly.

-𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎-

[xoxolovezdd]

hello y'all 😔 It's been a while, I have been in the slumps with the absolute flop my midterms has been so I have been trying to get my spark back. I made a deadline on posting the next chapters of Vinyl Player as well as oneshots and probably a new series 🥹🤍

+ Just watched The Devil Wears Prada 2 yesterday and it was honestly a 1000/10!!!! I loved the movie so much as well as Gaga's special participation in it 🥺🤍 I was genuinely trying so hard not to scream loudly in the cinemas considering it was the last showing and there were like less than 20 of us in there 🫩 I would love to have conversations with y'all regarding this topic—I feel so geeked out!!!!

+ THE RED LATEX OUTFIT IN THE RUNWAY MV?????? OMLLLLLLL!!!!!

[littlemonstrosityy]

𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒆, 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒆, 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 ~ Chapter Seven (Lady Gaga x Fem Reader)

lady gaga x fem reader

smut warnings: shower sex, grinding, oral, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, possession, jealousy, praise kink, aftercare

smut as an apology for disappearing for a bit :)

word count: 6.5k

There's a version of things that feels simple. Just the two of you, in the quiet, in moments where nothing else matters. Nothing about her life has ever been simple, and you're starting to realise you're part of it now.

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 - 𝑰 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚

You slide your hands down her shoulders, feeling the tension evaporate as your touch consumes her. Stefani’s eyes flutter shut, her head lolling back against the cool tile with a soft, shuddering breath. When you press closer, seeking out the sensitive hollow of her throat, she makes a low, melodic hum that vibrates right against your lips.

"You feel so good," she murmurs, her voice raspy and stripped of all its usual polish. "I need you so bad."

You pull back, catching her gaze. There is a raw, unguarded look in her eyes that stops your breath for a second. She’s completely present with you. You trail your thumbs over her hips, finding the damp, silken curve of her skin. 

"I’m just following your lead," you tease, your voice barely audible over the rhythmic percussion of the shower.

"No," she says, her fingers digging gently into your shoulders, pulling you flush against her. "You’re doing exactly what you want. And I love it."

She shifts her hips, a subtle, rolling movement that sends a jolt straight through you. Her hands glide down your back, palms flat and warm, guiding you closer until there isn't a single inch of space between you.

She sighs as you move with purpose, your hands finding the grip you need to hold her steady against the wall.

You kiss her again, deeper this time, a hungry claiming. She responds instantly, her tongue sweeping against yours, her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if she’s trying to merge your skin with hers. It’s frantic and heavy, but underneath the heat, there’s a deliberate and emotional rhythm. She isn't rushing. She’s savouring the way you move, the way you look at her, the way you touch her like she’s the only thing that exists in this world.

"Stay right there," she whispers against your mouth, a command softened by the adoration in her tone. "Just like that."

You listen, giving her exactly what she asks for, focusing on the way her breathing hitches and her knees weaken. Every gasp, every soft moan of pleasure that escapes her feels like a private language between the two of you. 

The world outside the bathroom, the fame, the noise, the expectations. None of it exists here. Here, there’s only the pulse of her against you and the absolute terrifying intimacy of being known.

When her hips press forward again, seeking the friction of your body against hers, she anchors her hands on your shoulders. "Yes," she breathes, her voice a fragile, broken note of joy. "Exactly like that." 

You shift your grip, sliding your hand lower, past the dip of her hip. When your fingers find her, she is already waiting, warm and impossibly soft.

She jolts at the contact, a sharp, ragged gasp tearing from her throat. It isn’t just a sound of pleasure; it’s a sound of release, like she’s finally putting down a burden she’s been carrying for too long. 

"Stef," you whisper, your voice thick with the same need that has her trembling.

She doesn't answer with words at first. She just drags you closer, locking her arms around your neck, and grinds her hips into your fingers. The movement is instinctive, moving with a perfect rhythm that pushes your fingers further into her folds. She’s demanding more, her head falling back against the tiles as she offers herself up entirely.

"Yes," she whimpers, her voice echoing off the glass and stone. "Please, don't stop. Just like that."

You oblige, your free hand wrapping around her waist for stability, feeling the way she shudders under your touch. With every pulse of her body, she presses harder against you, seeking, craving, and finding. She’s loud now, completely uninhibited.

She wraps a leg around your waist, pulling you into her so completely that the space between you vanishes. She wants to be inside your skin, and you meet her halfway, continuing to mirror the rhythm of her hips, feeling her heat against your fingers. 

"You're wrecking me," she gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders, her nails finding purchase. "You're completely wrecking me, and I love it."

She arches her back, pressing her whole weight forward, grinding with a desperation that leaves you breathless. You slide two fingers inside her with ease, pressing your palm to her clit. Her fingernails rake light, possessive lines into your shoulders as she anchors herself to you.

"Fuck, yes," she gasps, her voice raw and dripping with adoration. "You’re so fucking good to me. Look at me—look at what you’re doing."

She is staring at you, eyes blown wide and glassy, completely entranced by the control you have over her. You lean in, catching her bottom lip between your teeth, your voice a low, gravelly rasp against her ear. "You're so wet for me, Stef."

"I'm yours," she moans, a sound that starts low in her belly and rips through her throat, desperate and starving. "Everything about me is yours. Make me cum, please... I wanna cum for you.”

She shudders as she clamps down on your fingers, her hips bucking off the wall as her upper back pressed into the wall. She grinds into your hand as she shatters.

Her body shakes so hard she practically vibrates against you, her cries echoing off the tile. “Fuck– yes, oh– right there–” she cries out, clinging to you as if you’re the only solid thing in a collapsing world. She holds on, panting as the waves of pleasure continue to crest, her skin sticky and hot, her body completely surrendered to the aftershocks. 

She buries her face into your neck, her breathing coming in jagged, shaky hitches.

“I needed that,” she whispers against your skin, her voice barely a breath. “I needed you so bad.”

You hold her, your hands soothing over her damp hair, feeling her heart hammering a wild rhythm against your own. The water keeps falling, a relaxing white noise behind her heavy breathing and your quiet reassurance. She pulls back just enough to look at you, her face flushed with a shy, devastating smile curling on her lips. 

“You’re dangerous,” she murmurs, tracing the line of your jaw with a trembling finger. “I’m fucking addicted to you.”

“Good,” you answer, kissing her again. “That’s exactly where I want you.”

She slides her hands from your shoulders, her fingertips grazing down your chest with a slow, deliberate heat, before planting her palms firmly against your sternum. With a playful but undeniable strength, she pushes. You stumble back, your shoulder blades hitting the cool, wet tile of the shower wall.

Stefani moves into the space you just occupied, trapping you between her body and the wall. Her eyes are dark, focused, and utterly unblinking, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

"My turn," she whispers, her voice low and resonant.

She lowers her head, pressing a searing kiss to the sensitive base of your throat. She lingers there, her lips hot and damp, before trailing a slow, agonising path down the centre of your chest. Even as her mouth wanders lower, tracing the curve of your ribs and the slope of your stomach, she keeps her gaze fixed upward, refusing to look away from your face.

She worships your body while demanding you witness it.

She drops to her knees, her blonde hair plastered to her neck in wet ribbons. The water continues to pour, pooling at her feet, but her focus is entirely on you. She looks up, her eyes wide and dark, her lips parted as she rests her hands on your hips to steady you.

"I want to know exactly how much you've been wanting this," she murmurs, her breath hot against your thigh.

She leans in, and the first touch of her tongue is a shock before she settles into a rhythm that’s demanding. Her tongue works with a purpose, her mouth firm and hungry. Every time you try to close your eyes to escape the overwhelming sensation, she reaches up, her thumb brushing your cheek, urging you to open them.

“Look at me,” she commands softly, her words muffled against you. “I wanna see you unravel.”

You can’t look away. The way she worships you, the way she takes what she wants with such focused intent. You feel your hips bucking involuntarily, trying to drive yourself deeper into her mouth. She catches the movement, pinning your hips to the wall as a low hum of satisfaction resonates in her throat.

“That’s it,” she praises, her voice rough as a smirk teases the corners of her mouth even as she keeps working on you. 

She increases the pressure, her tongue tracing agonising circles that make your vision swim. Stefani’s relentless. She’s learned you with terrifying speed, knowing exactly how to press her tongue against you to catch that specific rhythmic throb you can’t hide. 

“You like that, don’t you?” she murmurs against your skin, her voice wet and slightly muffled. She looks up, her eyes dark, heavy-lidded, and brilliantly alive as she watches you unravel.

Every time you try to pull back, she holds you firmer, her hands anchoring your hips, keeping you pinned to the tiles. She flicks upward, a sharp, teasing dart that sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core. 

When your first wave hits, it’s all-consuming. You cry out, your head snapping back against the tile as your hips buck toward her. You orgasm intensely, your inner muscles clamping down on her tongue, your body shuddering under the force of the release. You think she’ll stop, that she’ll give you a moment to breathe, but Stefani is greedy. 

She doesn't retreat. Instead, she pivots, shifting her pressure and intensifying the friction, her tongue swirling with dizzying, relentless precision.

The second wave catches you off guard, sharper and more immediate than the first. It’s an overstimulation that borders on exquisite pain. 

“Please, Stef—!” you gasp, the pleasure almost too much as your body threatens another spike of orgasm. 

She just hums, a low, guttural vibration of triumph against you, her grip on your hips tightening. She keeps going, ignoring your plea, making you ride the peak until you’re sobbing with the sheer intensity of it. Finally, your hands find her hair, gripping handfuls of the damp, golden strands and pulling her upward, forcing her to break contact.

She pulls away with a wet pop, her face flushed, breath hitching, eyes blown wide and glassy. For a second, you’re both just panting, chests heaving, the shower water slicking down your skin in the sudden, ringing silence of the pause. 

A giggle bubbles up from your chest, breathless, and Stefani mirrors it, a soft, bright sound of pure joy. You reach down, sliding your hands under her arms and hauling her up until she’s flush against you again. You cup her face, your thumbs wiping the moisture from her chin, and kiss her, a deep, messy, laughing kiss that tastes like relief and heat. 

“You are,” you murmur against her lips, grinning, “absolutely impossible.”

She laughs, tucking her head into your shoulder, still trembling. “I told you. I missed you.” 

For a moment, neither of you moves.

Your hands drift slowly, absentminded now, tracing along her spine, grounding her as her breathing begins to even out. The frantic edge is gone, replaced by something softer, heavier. Stefani exhales against your collarbone, her grip loosening as the last of the tension slips from her body.

“Hey,” you murmur gently, brushing damp strands of hair back from her face. “We should probably… use the shower for what it’s meant for.”

She huffs out a quiet laugh, not lifting her head. “That sounds incredibly boring.”

“Yeah, well,” you smile, nudging her lightly, “you’ve already made it very memorable.”

That earns you a soft, tired hum of amusement. She finally pulls back just enough to look at you, her expression open in a way that still catches you off guard. There’s no performance there, no edge. Just her.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she says quietly, like it’s half a joke, half something else entirely.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you answer, just as softly.

That seems to settle something in her.

You reach for the soap, working it into your hands before guiding her to turn slightly. She lets you, compliant in a way that feels new, her shoulders relaxing under your touch as you smooth the suds over her skin. It’s unhurried, but no longer charged in the same way.

She leans back into you as you rinse it away, her eyes slipping closed again.

“My turn,” she murmurs, voice low with sleep and satisfaction.

You let her guide you this time, turning under her hands as she mirrors the same gentle attention. Her touch lingers, but not with urgency. It’s softer now. Intentional in a different way. Like she’s memorising rather than chasing.

Neither of you says much after that.

Just the sound of water, quiet breaths, the occasional brush of fingertips.

By the time you step out, the room feels calmer. Grounded.

Stefani grabs a towel, wrapping it loosely around herself before reaching for another and draping it over your shoulders without thinking. The gesture is automatic, domestic in a way that makes something in your chest tighten.

You dry off side by side, movements slower now, bodies still heavy from everything that just passed.

She glances at you once, then again, like she’s deciding something.

“Stay,” she says.

It’s simple. No teasing, no performance.

You pause, towel still in your hands. “Stay?”

She shrugs lightly, but her eyes don’t leave yours. “Yeah. I just—” she exhales, a small, almost self-conscious smile tugging at her lips. “I missed sleeping next to you.”

That lands softer than anything else she’s said tonight.

No edge. No control. Just honesty.

You don’t even hesitate.

“Okay,” you nod, stepping a little closer. “Yeah. I’ll stay.”

Her shoulders drop, relief flickering across her face before she smooths it over with a grin. “Good,” she says, lighter now. “Because I wasn’t really giving you another option.”

You laugh, bumping your shoulder into hers as you both move back into the bedroom.

The energy shifts again, but gently this time.

No rush. No urgency.

Just the quiet process of winding down together. Finding clothes, stealing glances, the occasional brush of hands that lingers a second longer than necessary.

When you finally settle into bed, it feels easy.

Stefani curls into you without overthinking it, her head tucked beneath your chin, one arm draped loosely across your waist. You instinctively wrap around her, your fingers tracing slow patterns against her skin.

“You’re warm,” she murmurs sleepily.

“You’re clingy,” you tease back.

She hums. “Only with you.”

Silence settles, but it’s comfortable. Full, not empty.

You talk a little. Nothing important. Half-formed thoughts, quiet jokes, the kind of conversation that drifts in and out as sleep starts to pull at you both.

At some point, her voice fades mid-sentence.

Her breathing evens out.

And just like that, she’s asleep against you.

You stay awake a little longer, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of her, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

The world outside feels far away again.

For once, you let it stay that way.

And eventually, you follow her under.

Morning arrives quietly, like it’s trying not to wake you.

For a while, you don’t even realise you’re awake. You just exist in that soft, in-between space, warm and heavy, your body still sunk deep into the mattress. There’s a steady weight against you, familiar now, and the faint rhythm of breathing that doesn’t belong to you.

Stefani.

It comes back slowly. The night. The closeness. Her.

Your eyes open just enough to take her in.

She’s still tucked into you exactly the way she fell asleep, her head resting just beneath your chin, one arm loosely draped across your waist. Her hair is a soft mess against the pillow, a few strands brushing your skin with every breath she takes.

You don’t move.

There’s something almost sacred about it, the quiet of the room, the early light filtering in through the curtains, catching softly against her face. No cameras. No noise. No expectations.

Just this.

She stirs slightly, a small shift, her fingers tightening briefly where they rest against you. Then, slowly, her eyes blink open.

For a second, she looks disoriented. Not in a bad way, just untethered. Like she’s forgotten where she is.

Then she looks up at you.

And something in her expression melts.

“Hi,” she murmurs, her voice still thick with sleep.

You smile, brushing your thumb lightly along her arm. “Hi.”

She exhales, a quiet little laugh leaving her as she tucks herself a fraction closer, like she’s confirming you’re actually there.

“What time is it?” she asks, not making any move to check.

You glance vaguely toward your phone on the bedside table but don’t reach for it. “Too early for us to be this awake.”

“Mm,” she agrees, eyes slipping shut again for a moment. “We didn’t even set alarms.”

“Guess we’re just… well-rested,” you say, though it feels like something else.

She hums, clearly not buying it, but not arguing either.

There’s a pause.

Not awkward. Just quiet.

Then she tilts her head slightly, looking back up at you with a small, almost amused smile. “We have the shoot today.”

You groan softly, letting your head fall back into the pillow. “Don’t remind me.”

She laughs, properly this time, the sound warm and unguarded in the stillness of the room. “No, come on,” she nudges you lightly with her knee. “It’s gonna be fun.”

“Easy for you to say,” you mumble. “You’ve done a thousand of these.”

“Yeah,” she shrugs, studying you. “But not with you.”

That lands somewhere deeper than it should.

You look back at her, and for a second, neither of you says anything.

Then she breaks it, softer this time. “We’ve got time, though.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Time for what?”

Her smile turns just a little playful, but there’s something gentler underneath it now. “To not rush.”

That alone feels like a luxury.

You nod, shifting slightly beneath her. “Okay. I like that plan.”

She watches you for another second, like she’s committing the moment to memory, before pushing herself up onto one elbow.

“Come on,” she says, brushing her hair back. “Shower?”

You huff a quiet laugh. “Didn’t we already—”

“Not like… that,” she cuts in, rolling her eyes with a teasing smile. “An actual shower. Before we have to be real people again.”

You consider it for a second, then nod. “Yeah. Okay.”

She slips out of bed first, grabbing your hand without thinking, tugging you up with her. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. Just easy contact.

The bathroom is still faintly warm from the night before, the air carrying that lingering trace of steam.

This time, when you step under the water, it’s different.

Quieter.

Stefani stands close, but not pressed against you. Within reach. Her hands find yours briefly as you adjust the temperature, fingers lacing for a second before slipping apart again.

No urgency.

You reach for the soap, glancing at her. “Turn around.”

She does, immediately.

There’s something about that, the trust in it, that makes your chest tighten a little. You wash her hair first, impressed by her expensive products and how incredible they smell. 

You work slowly, hands smoothing over her shoulders, her back, over her arms, down her tummy, careful, deliberate. She exhales as you go, her head tipping forward slightly, tension you didn’t even realise was still there easing under your touch.

“God,” she murmurs quietly, “I could fall asleep again like this.”

You smile faintly. “Don’t. I don’t think I can carry you back to bed.”

She laughs softly, the sound echoing lightly off the tile.

When you rinse the soap away, she turns back to you, already reaching for the bottle in your hand.

“My turn.”

You let her guide you, mirroring the same gentle rhythm. Her hands move slower than yours did, more absentminded, like she’s enjoying the act itself rather than trying to finish it.

Every now and then, her fingers pause, just resting.

Neither of you speaks much.

You don’t need to.

By the time you step out again, everything feels reset.

Before you can even reach for a towel, she drapes one over your shoulders again like it’s second nature now. 

You catch her eye, amused. “You always this attentive?”

She smirks. “Only when I want to be.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

The rest comes easily.

Skincare side by side at the counter, bumping elbows, stealing each other’s products without asking. She makes a face at something you use, reaching into a toiletry bag and giving you a new tub of the same product she uses. 

At one point, she leans over, nudging your shoulder with hers. “You’re staying with me next time we have a break like this.”

You raise a brow. “That wasn’t a question.”

“Nope,” she says simply, rinsing her mouth. “It’s a decision.”

You shake your head, but there’s no real resistance there.

By the time you move on to your hair, the room is filled with an easy, lived-in kind of energy. Music low in the background, half-finished conversations, quiet teasing.

By the time you both drift out of the bathroom, the penthouse feels different.

The kind of calm that only comes after everything else has burned itself out.

Stefani disappears briefly into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “You hungry?”

“Starving,” you admit, leaning against the counter as you watch her move.

She’s already in motion, barefoot, hair still slightly damp, moving through the space like she’s done this a thousand times.

“Don’t expect anything fancy,” she warns, glancing back at you with a small smile. “I’m not about to start cooking a five-star breakfast before a shoot.”

“I’d be concerned if you did,” you reply lightly. “This is already domestic enough.”

She snorts at that, sliding a plate toward you. “Wow. One night and you’re already judging my lifestyle.”

“One night?” you echo, raising a brow. “Bold of you to assume I’m leaving.”

She pauses for just a second, then looks at you again, something softer flickering through her expression before she covers it with a grin. “Good. I don’t want you to.”

It’s said easily, like it’s obvious.

You don’t push it.

Breakfast ends up simple. Toast, fruit, coffee. You sit across from each other at the counter, legs brushing occasionally under the marble, conversation drifting in and out of nothing in particular.

At one point, she watches you over the rim of her mug, eyes narrowing slightly like she’s studying you again.

“What?” you ask, catching her.

“Nothing,” she says, too quickly, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Just… thinking.”

“That’s always dangerous.”

“Mm,” she hums. “For you, maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no bite to it.

The moment lingers, then dissolves just as easily as everything else has this morning.

She sets her mug down, tapping her fingers lightly against the counter like she’s building up to something.

“Hey,” she says finally, casual, almost offhand. “Will you help me with something?”

You glance up at her. “Depends. Is this where you rope me into something insane right before we have to leave?”

She smiles, a little crooked, a little knowing. “No….”

“That’s not reassuring.”

“It’s not supposed to be,” she shoots back, nudging your foot with hers under the counter. “Come on. It’ll take like… five minutes.”

You consider her for a second, then sigh dramatically. “Alright. Fine. What is it?”

Instead of answering, she just pushes herself off the stool and gestures for you to follow.

“Just trust me.”

That again.

You do anyway.

She leads you back toward the living space, then disappears briefly into one of the adjoining rooms. You hear the faint rustle of fabric, something being moved, before she reappears—

—and you actually stop walking.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

In her hands is the dress.

The deep, electric blue catches the light immediately, the structure of it unmistakable. Even just draped over her arms, it feels important. Intentional. Like it carries history with it.

Your eyes widen, stepping closer almost without thinking. “Is that—”

She watches your reaction carefully. “Yeah?”

You let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh, reaching out but hesitating just before touching it. “That’s archival Alexander McQueen.”

That gets her.

Her expression shifts, something like genuine surprise breaking through. “You know that?”

You glance up at her, half-smiling. “Of course I know that.”

There’s a beat.

Then she smiles properly, something warmer, more impressed. “Okay,” she says softly. “I didn’t expect that.”

You shrug lightly, but you can feel the shift. “What, you thought I was just here for the choreography?”

“I think you’re here for a lot of things,” she replies, quieter now, eyes holding yours for just a second longer than necessary.

The moment stretches, then she breaks it with a small tilt of her head toward the dress.

“Help me put it on?”

There’s no hesitation this time.

“Yeah,” you say, stepping closer.

You step in close, the fabric of the dress cool and impossibly smooth beneath your fingers as you take it from her.

Up close, it’s even more striking. The structure, the weight of it, the way it seems to hold its own shape like it’s alive. You handle it carefully, instinctively respectful, and she watches you the entire time.

“Careful,” she murmurs, not as a warning, more like a tease.

You glance up at her. “I know what I’m doing.”

“I can tell.”

There’s something in the way she says it that lingers.

She turns when you gesture, gathering her hair over one shoulder without being asked. The familiarity of it makes your chest tighten slightly. Like you’ve done this before. Like this is something you’re allowed to do.

You guide the dress up carefully, the fabric sliding over her skin, your hands brushing along her waist as you adjust it into place. It’s close work. Precise. Your fingers tracing lines that feel just a little too familiar after everything earlier.

She inhales softly when your knuckles graze her side, but she doesn’t move away.

“Zip?” you ask quietly.

She nods.

You reach behind her, finding the zipper, pulling it up slowly. The sound is soft but final, sealing her into it. Your fingers linger at the top for a second longer than necessary, brushing lightly at the back of her neck before you drop your hand.

“Turn around,” you say.

She does.

And for a second, you just look.

It fits her like it was made for her. The sharpness, the drama, the way the blue catches against her skin. It transforms her, but not completely. She’s still there underneath it, but amplified.

“Jesus,” you breathe, shaking your head slightly. “That’s insane.”

She watches your reaction closely, something pleased flickering behind her eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, stepping in again to adjust the fabric at her waist, smoothing it out. “You’re going to break the internet in this.”

She huffs a quiet laugh. “That’s the plan.”

Your hands fall away, but the space between you stays close.

“Okay,” she says, suddenly lighter, clapping her hands once. “Come on.”

You blink. “That’s it? No dramatic reveal, no—”

“Nope,” she cuts in, already grabbing her phone from the counter. “We’re doing this now before I overthink it.”

You laugh under your breath, following her as she heads toward the balcony.

The doors slide open, letting in a wash of cool air. The city stretches out beneath you, all glass and sunlight and distant movement. It feels higher in the daylight. Sharper. Realer.

She steps out like she belongs there, the dress catching in the breeze, shifting around her legs in a way that feels almost cinematic.

Then she turns and holds her phone out to you.

“Here,” she says simply.

You take it automatically. “What am I doing?”

“Just record,” she shrugs, already moving into position. “I’ll tell you when.”

You glance down at the screen, then back up at her. “That’s it? No instructions?”

She smiles, slow and knowing. “You’ll figure it out.”

There’s that trust again.

You shake your head, but you’re smiling as you step back, framing her in the shot. The city behind her, the light hitting just right, the blue of the dress practically glowing.

“Okay,” you say. “Whenever you’re ready.”

She takes a breath, rolling her shoulders once, then nods.

“Play it.”

You press play, the audio already chosen. Freaks, by Haute & Freddy begins to play. 

She moves like she always does. Confident, fluid, completely in control of her body. A small smirk plays at her lips as she lip syncs, letting the rhythm guide her, her movements sharp in some places, loose in others.

You follow her through the screen, adjusting slightly as she shifts, instinct kicking in faster than you expect.

It’s subtle, but she looks at the camera. Not past it. Not through it. But at you.

Her expression softens just a fraction, the edge melting into something more playful, more personal. The kind of look that feels like it’s meant for one person, not an audience.

Your breath catches, just slightly.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

A small tilt of her head, a shift of her hips, the way her fingers trace along the line of the dress like she’s drawing attention to it. To herself. To the moment.

But it doesn’t feel like she’s performing for anyone else.

It feels like she’s performing for you.

You steady your grip on the phone, trying to keep the frame smooth even as your focus drifts.

She steps a little closer, just within the frame, just enough to shift the energy. Her eyes don’t leave the lens, don’t leave you, even as she mouths the next line with a soft, knowing smile.

She’s teasing you. 

“Stef—” you start under your breath, half warning, half laugh, but you don’t stop recording.

She continues to perform.

The audio ends, and you lower the phone slightly. “That was–”

“Again,” she says immediately, stepping forward to take the phone from you.

You blink. “Seriously?”

She’s already watching it back, her brow furrowing just slightly in concentration. “It’s good,” she admits. “But I want one more.”

You lean against the railing, crossing your arms. “Perfectionist.”

“Always,” she shoots back, glancing up at you with a quick smile. “Come on. One more.”

You sigh, but step back into position, taking the phone again.

“Alright,” you say. “Last one.”

She nods, resetting herself, but this time there’s a shift.

It’s quieter.

More controlled.

When the music starts again, her movements are slower, more intentional. Every step placed, every glance measured. And when she looks at the camera this time, it lingers.

There’s something real in it. Something unguarded that slips through just for a second too long to be accidental.

You feel it even through the screen.

As the audio ends, you lower the phone, exhaling. “Okay. Yeah. That’s the one.”

She walks over, taking it from your hands, already replaying it.

You watch her face as she does.

The small smile that builds.

The quiet satisfaction.

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “That’s perfect.”

She glances up at you, eyes warm. “You did good.”

Something about the way she says it lands heavier than it should.

She doesn’t overthink it.

That’s what catches you off guard.

You’re still watching her, still half in that quiet, suspended moment, when she taps through the screen with quick, practised movements. No hesitation. No second-guessing.

Post. Just like that.

“Wait—” you laugh, pushing off the railing. “You didn’t even—”

She glances up at you, completely unbothered, thumb still moving as she adds the caption. “Relax.”

“I am relaxed,” you say, coming up beside her. “You just didn’t even consider—”

“I considered it,” she cuts in lightly. “I just decided fast.”

You huff a small laugh, shaking your head as you lean in slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen. “That’s terrifying.”

“It’s efficient,” she corrects, lips twitching.

Her thumb pauses for a second.

Then she tilts the phone just enough for you to see.

The video is already there. Uploaded. Processing.

And beneath it, a caption, simple and casual.

‘Thank you for filming :)’

With your username tagged directly.

Your breath catches, just slightly. You weren’t expecting that.

You glance up at her, searching her face for something. A hint that it was accidental, impulsive, thoughtless.

But she just looks back at you, calm. Certain.

“What?” she asks, like she genuinely doesn’t see the weight of it.

“You tagged me,” you say, a little quieter now.

“Yeah,” she shrugs, locking her phone and setting it down on the railing like it’s nothing. “You filmed it.”

“That’s—” you stop, exhaling a small laugh. “That’s not nothing, Stef.”

She studies you for a second, head tilting slightly, like she’s trying to figure out where you’re going with it.

Then, softer, “You don’t want me to?”

It’s not defensive. Not sharp.

She’s just checking.

That does something to you.

“No,” you shake your head quickly. “No, I just— I didn’t expect it.”

She hums, stepping a little closer, her shoulder brushing yours. “Why?”

You open your mouth, then close it again.

Because it means something.

Because it’s public.

Because people are going to see it and connect it.

But she’s still watching you, steady, waiting.

“I don’t know,” you admit finally. “It’s just… a lot.”

That makes her smile. Not teasing. Not sharp.

Something softer.

“Yeah,” she says quietly. “It is.”

There’s a beat.

Then she nudges your arm lightly with hers, the moment shifting just enough to let you breathe again.

“Give it like… thirty seconds,” she adds, glancing back at her phone. “Then it’ll be really a lot.”

You laugh under your breath. “You’re evil.”

“I know,” she says easily.

Right on cue, her phone buzzes.

Then again.

And again.

She doesn’t even reach for it immediately, just lets it sit there vibrating against the railing like a ticking clock.

You both look at it.

Then at each other.

“Here we go,” you murmur.

She finally picks it up, unlocking it, her expression shifting into something almost amused as she watches the numbers climb.

“Mm,” she hums. “They’re fast today.”

You lean in despite yourself, catching glimpses of the screen as notifications flood in. Comments, likes, shares, all stacking faster than you can read them.

Some already dissecting.

Some already speculating.

You spot your name more than once.

Your stomach flips.

“You weren’t kidding,” you say, a little breathless.

She laughs softly, scrolling once before locking the phone again like it’s nothing more than background noise.

“They’re gonna love it,” she says, almost fondly.

You look at her. “You sound like you want them to.”

She raises a brow, a hint of something playful returning. “Maybe I do.”

“Stef—”

“What?” she cuts in, stepping closer, her voice dropping just slightly. “It’s fun.”

Fun.

That word feels loaded now.

She watches you for another second, then her expression softens again, like she can see the thoughts starting to spiral behind your eyes.

“Hey,” she murmurs, nudging you gently. “It’s okay.”

You exhale, nodding, though your gaze drifts back out over the city for a moment.

Because she didn’t hesitate.

She didn’t ask, and now you’re part of it.

Not just here, not just with her.

But out there, too.

You glance back at her, something settling quietly in your chest.

She didn’t just include you.

She chose to.

And judging by the way she’s watching you now, she knows exactly what that means.

Her phone buzzes again, then yours follows a second later, the sharp vibration cutting through the quiet.

You glance down, expecting more chaos from the post, but instead, it’s Mia.

You open the message, brow furrowing slightly as you read.

your look for the shoot is in your hotel room wardrobe, dropped it off earlier had to grab a key from front desk lol car in about an hour x

You let out a small huff of amusement. “Oh my god.”

Stefani looks up immediately, catching the shift in your expression. “What?”

You tilt your phone toward her slightly. “Mia. She already put my outfit in my room.”

Stefani leans in just enough to read, her shoulder brushing yours as her eyes scan the message.

“‘Had to grab a key from front desk,’” she repeats, a brow lifting.

You nod. “Yeah, I guess they didn’t want to risk timing or something.”

She hums, but there’s something in it. Something quieter.

“Did you already give her a key?” she asks, tone casual but just a little too precise.

You blink. “No?”

Her gaze flicks back to yours, lips pressing together for a second like she’s holding back a comment.

“Right,” she says lightly, pushing off the railing. “So she just… went and got one.”

You shrug. “I mean, it’s Mia. She probably sweet-talked the front desk.”

“Mm,” Stefani replies, but now there’s a faint edge of amusement creeping in. “That’s cute.”

You glance at her. “What?”

She looks back at you, head tilting slightly, that familiar glint returning to her eyes. “Nothing. Just funny.”

“Stef.”

She steps a little closer, lowering her voice just slightly, playful but pointed. “She’s got a key to your room before I do.”

You stare at her for a second, then laugh, the sound slipping out before you can stop it. “Oh my god, that’s what this is about?”

“I didn’t say that,” she shrugs, but the corner of her mouth lifts.

“You didn’t have to.”

She exhales a quiet laugh, shaking her head like she knows she’s been caught, but not particularly bothered by it.

“I just think,” she continues, tone smoothing out but still threaded with something sly, “that if anyone’s getting access like that, it should probably be me.”

You step a little closer, nudging her lightly. “You want a room key, Stef?”

She meets your gaze, completely unflinching. “Maybe I do.”

There’s a beat.

Then you smile, softer now. “Then come with me.”

That lands. Her expression shifts, the teasing easing into something warmer, more certain.

“To your room?” she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

“Yeah,” you nod. “You can help me get dressed. Supervise. Make sure no one’s hiding in there.’”

That pulls a quiet laugh from her, the last of the earlier edge dissolving.

“Okay,” she says, easy again. “Yeah. I can do that.”

She reaches for her things, already moving, then glances back at you once more, that same knowing look settling in.

“Good,” she adds lightly. “Because I have opinions.”

You grin. “I’d be worried if you didn’t.”

And just like that, the tension shifts into something playful again, the two of you stepping out of the penthouse together. only this time, with her a little more firmly in your space than before.

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Masterlist

[xoxolovezdd]

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!!!!

[therearemanyreasons2]

World in my Eyes: Chapter Two

Rating: Mature

Summary: Things get slightly heated in the morning and Elizabeth leaves Ramona desperate

Elizabeth wakes before Ramona, finding her arm still protectively wrapped around Ramona. She swore she could watch this woman breathe for millennia, her chest rose and fell steadily, her face calm and undisturbed, she was perfect.

Elizabeth did not know how long she had been watching Ramona when her eyes fluttered open and a smile spread on her face. “Good morning” the silky voice of Ramona said, “Were you watching me?” she chuckled. “How could I not? You’re gorgeous.”

Ramona knew Elizabeth was good with flirtation, there was no question, but there was something about the way she had said it, almost like it was an accident, that made Ramona tingle. Warmth spread across her face and her chest ached with the need to kiss Elizabeth. She smiled almost giddy with the joy of having someone she could kiss, someone soft and warm. Someone who wanted her in all the same ways. She scoots closer to Elizabeth on the bed, propping herself up on her arm and pressing a soft kiss to the woman's warm skin. She couldn't help but kiss her over and over, finding her lips and settling there. God, I think I'm in love, she thinks to herself. This train of thought is interrupted by Elizabeth pushing Ramona under her and flat on the mattress. Her breath hitches and the silver silk is cold against her hot flesh.

Elizabeth can feel her body taking over as she presses Ramona down on the bed. “Is this okay?” She whispers in Ramona’s ear. The woman nods and Elizabeth kisses her again. She takes off her robe, leaving her in a lacy bralette and white panties. She stretches out the night's stiffness and again kisses Ramona, slowly traveling down her jaw and to her neck. Soft, wet kisses are placed carefully on the expanse of brown skin on display. God I love you Elizabeth almost growls against the skin. The smell of blood, uniquely nutty, uniquely Ramona, floods her nostrils, rising through Ramona’s skin like a natural perfume. Elizabeth can't get enough.

Ramona is in awe of this woman's body, soft and glowing gold in the fresh sunlight that drifts through the curtains. Ramona barely registers the robe that floats to the floor because of how perfect the woman above her is. Her underwear is white lace and mouth watering. Before she knows it Elizabeth's mouth is on her own again and all she can do is just keep reciprocating the blonde’s kisses. Her breath catches as she feels warm lips against her jaw, neck, placed with endearing precision. The sensation stops and Ramona can feel Elizabeth breathing deeply against her neck. She wonders if her perfume, shalimar, still lingers. Something about it arouses her, she feels the heat shoot through her branching up from her core. “‘Liza” she breathes as the woman nips at the skin of her collar. She feels a button of her shirt coming undone and fingers dancing across her sternum. Her hands involuntarily root in Elizabeth's hair and she whispers “more” “speak up darling, what did you say?” Elizabeth questions. “More” Ramona emphasizes. Elizabeth's fingers continue to undo buttons until Ramona’s shirt is completely undone. “You are so beautiful…” Elizabeth growls.

Elizabeth takes in Ramona's immaculate skin, watches her chest rise and fall unsteadily. She lays her head against Ramona’s sternum and listens to her rapid heart beat. She can smell Ramona’s sweat and more pungent, the smell of her desire, something warm and citrusy. Her tongue darts out and licks the flesh between Ramona’s breasts, the salt on her skin sparking a deep hunger in Elizabeth. That's where she stops herself. Not before Ramona knows. She knows this could end the whole relationship but she refuses to make love to someone before they are aware of her true self. She kisses back up to Ramona’s mouth and lingers, her hands palming the woman's breasts lightly. Ramona keeps chasing the contact, unaware of Elizabeth's hang up. Elizabeth lightly pushes her back down.

“We can't right now darling, as much as I'd love to” she whispers. She hears Ramona whine and grins slightly. “Soon baby, I promise” she consoles, kissing Ramona again.

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@ashrringrve

@jawlineexss

@youre-where-i-wanna-go

@readinandlurkiandmurkin

[xoxolovezdd]

WHAT A TEASE!!!!!!!! 🙂‍↕️

[xoxolovezdd]

So so sorry for being so inactive, I'm halfway finished with chapter 3 but it's currently midterm szn so I had to pause all my works 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[xoxolovezdd]

Started the day minding my own business, checking my socials and stuff then I suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the tv and I look up and its Angela fucking Bassett 🫪 I audibly shrieked and scared my dogs in the process 😔🥀

[xoxolovezdd]

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐥 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫. 📀 • 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒆

content warning: heavy language (like fr), emotional/verbal abuse, themes of sexual exploitation, emotional distress/mental breakdown, slapping, alcohol use

| let me know if there's more that I forgot to add |

Sorry this took a while 😔🤚I got busy at uni and I also had rehearsals for my theater org :')) This is not proofread yet so if there are any typo/grammatical error so correct me if there are any! Hope yall like this one, it's pretty long ♥︎ all loves from me lele~

word count: 2k

Summary: After losing a major role and breaking up with her toxic boyfriend, Ramona spirals into emotional turmoil but finds herself drawn to the mysterious Elizabeth. As she steps deeper into the countess' world, admiration begins to blur into desire, leaving Ramona questioning what she truly wants—to become her, or to be with her

chap. 1

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 • 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫

To make the story short, Ramona didn’t get the part in the movie. 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘩?

But at least she was able to keep her dignity. That’s not what her boyfriend thinks though.

“Babe you do realize how important this is for me too, right? I set you up with that producer and you scared him off? What the fuck were 𝘺𝘰𝘶 thinking?” Not the first time her boyfriend raised his voice at her.

“I don’t know what you don’t understand with the situation, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦, that man wanted me to sleep with him to get the part. Are you really gonna let that slide? He’s a complete creep— we’re you even worried about me, that you even had the guts to set me up a ‘meeting’ with that man–”

“I’m not stupid, Ramona. I know he was going to make advances like that. But this is our industry, you gotta do what you gotta do to get to the top—You, out of all people should know that.” 

Ramona stood there in shock. Her brain refusing to believe that those words came out from a man she considered the love of her life. “Pump the fucking breaks, Teo… You’re saying I rather sell my body to another man just for a fucking role? And you’re in on it?” Tears swell in her eyes, fearing to fall at any moment given. “I’m considered as one of hollywood’s greatest action star, babe. My management wants what’s best for me all the time—the same way I want everything to be what’s 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 for me, and that includes who I’m dating. People expect more from me, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶, you’re dating me for God’s sake” He finished the sentence with a mocking laugh.

“All this time… you’re just thinking of me as someone who’s not enough?” She chokes on her sentences “I have been working my ass off just to make a name on this industry. I met you and thought you saw me through my hardworks, only for you to completely see me less as a person but more a fucking trophy? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” “C’mon, Ramona, you know I love you-” “NO! You don’t love 𝘮𝘦…. You love Ramona Royale in the screens, in the charts, in the awards… Fuck…. I have been wasting all my time dating- loving a ballsack like you?!” Now she’s sobbing as realizations come and hits her hard. “Let’s be real here, Ramona. I really did love you. But don’t get ahead yourself, you’re not a catch—you are not special enough to be talking trash about me. It’s show business hun… get over it.” 

𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘱

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

“You are one insufferable man, Teo. Fuck you, fuck your beat up face, fuck your fucking legacy! I do not need your narcissistic ass telling me how special I fucking am. You are not a great actor, people just put up with you because your family paid them to do so. At least I don’t have to suck daddy’s dick to earn a trophy or two from the world’s trashiest award shows.I don’t ever want to see your face again, oh and be careful with those sugar providers of yours. We are over, Teo. Over. Now pick your jaw off the fucking floor and get the fuck out of my apartment!” She said throwing a vase with flowers to him. “You fucking bitch! What the hell is your fucking problem!” Ramona didn’t even reply, her rage filled her eyes causing them to turn shades darker that they originally were. “Are you deaf, Teo? I said get the FUCK off my apartment” She said pusing the man out the door, slamming it to this face. “I paid for this fucking apartment Ramona!” With one last bang at the door, Teo Salvatore finally left the building.

Ramona slumps at the floor, defeated. Betrayed.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦

She promised never to let anyone define who she is. But after everything unfolded right in front of her eyes, that mask starts to crack— little by little. The tears in her eyes never stopped. She felt as if the room could breath. Smaller, bigger, smaller, bigger. She felt her surroundings turn dark, as she curled into a ball in that cold floor of hers.

Time passed. Ramona jolted awake, suddenly sitting up, feeling all her joints ache like someone’s sticking pins in them. She rubbed her eyes, slowly rising and making her way to the bathroom. She felt pathetic seeing her dishevelled appearance—Smudged mascara, pale lips, blood shot eyes, unkept hair. Tear eventually found it’s way out of her socket. She quickly washed them off by splashing water on her face. Looking at her reflection again, her mind wandered—An image starts to stare right back at her. 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩’𝘴. 

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦—𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱… 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱… 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵… 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳… 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.

Ramona shakes her head and splashes her face with water, again. She peeked her head out the bathroom to search for a clock. 3:15𝘈𝘔. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired as hell” One last peek at the mirror. She remembers something. How could she forget? She scrambles out the bathroom into her bedroom, grabbing her purse from the other night.

[phone]

-𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩

Ramona’s eyes subtly shimmered, holding the paper tight as she makes her way to her bed. She laid down and reached for the phone on the bedside table. Her heart pound as she pressed each digit, pressing the dial. 

𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨… 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨… 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨…

Ramona’s eyes grew heavier and heavier each second. Just as she falls asleep

“Hello?”

She jolts awake. Unable to say a word.

“This is Elizabeth speaking, who is this?”

Her mind is blank—she keeps searching for words to form in her mouth

“I can hear you breathing you know?”

𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬.

Ramona hung up. She feels her heart as it races. Why when it comes to her, Ramona turns into a hot mess. 

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳… 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴.

Yeah. Let’s keep lying to ourselves. Surely that’s going to keep up for the long run. Why was Elizabeth even up this late? Was she out partying with elites again? Why the hell would Ramona care? 

𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮—𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

Morning came, birds chirped, the sun looked as bright as it could be. Ramona is already dressed for the day. To be specific, she looked like she was dressed to kill. She prepped and ate breakfast, checking her schedule— 2 auditions and 1 photoshoot. She eyed the phone again, feeling a wave of confidence rush through her, she dialed her number again. A groggy voice came on the line, and yet still holds a certain energy in it.

“Hello? This is Elizabeth speaking…”

“Hey ‘Liza, it’s Ramona”

“So it’s you who called and didn’t even say a single word. Cat got your tongue, darling?”

“Ha-ha-ha long story, I was wondering if the offer is still up?”

“You know it is, Mona”

“A nickname? For me?”

“You gave me one, felt like it was only right to give you one too”

“Does 9:00PM sound good? I just have a few errands to run today, hopefully not too late?”

“Sounds perfect, it’d be my pleasure to show you ‘round… who knows maybe you’ll feel the pleasure soon enough too”

Ramona’s cheeks flushed, her legs crossed as she replied,

“What was that?”

“Nothing, can’t wait to see you tonight, Mona”

“See you Liza”

That one line stuck to her, made her even more excited for the ‘𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳’ Elizabeth’s going to give her. She went through her schedule with a breeze. Knowing she aced her auditions and posed like the rent was due on her photoshoot. The photographer kept yelling ‘You look great’ ‘Yes! Arch that back!’ ‘It’s getting hot in here!’ ‘Beautiful!’. All of those just boosted Ramona’s mood upon seeing Elizabeth tonight.

8:45PM. 

She’s early.

She strutted through the doors of Cortez, scanning the place.

Pretty empty.

She made her way to the bar. A woman who seemed to be the bartender looked at her curiously. 

“Anything I can get you?”

“Oh a martini sounds nice, one of those please”

“Sure thing”

Ramona thought the woman radiated a warm presence contrary to the place she was working in.

“Here’s your drink…. I’m sorry, but may I ask? You are Ramona Royale right?”

“Ahh yes, I’m surprised you recognize me”

“Oh of course, I’ve watched a movie with you in it.. I’m Liz, Liz Taylor”

“Pleased to meet you, Liz. How long have you been working here in the hotel?”

“For 2 years already, I mean not totally a pleasant place to be working in, but it’s nice to have a cruel place be a home to be yourself in”

“Are there no people checking in? Money must be tough”

“Hmm right… right..”

Just as the two got acquainted with each other, footsteps drew closer to them. And just like the last time, Ramona felt her before she could see her. And Liz felt it too. Ramona turned around to be met by a dazzling woman in a nice silver dress, covering just enough for people to see her perfectly proportioned body. It took Ramona a while to realize she’s been checking Elizabeth out.

“I’m so glad you could come” The latter reached for a brief kiss on the cheek. All witnessed by Liz who took it as a cue to go behind the bar and do some ‘paperworks’ not before flashing a stunned Ramona a wink. “Of course, I had the time and I enjoyed our last rendezvous” Ramona flashed a smile. “I see you’ve met one of my staffs” “Oh yeah, the company was nice while waiting, I finished my schedule early so..” “Oh I see, shall we go on to the tour?” “Sounds nice”

The hotel was far larger than what Ramona thought it would be. But she’s got to admit, it’s hard to focus on the tour when she’s got Elizabeth by her side. The countess had her arm around the esteemed guest the entire tour. Going on every detail, every design, the backstories. 

“You’re really hands on with the things that goes into your hotel huh?” Ramona playfully jabbed “Well, I like being immersed in the beauty of everything that’s near me… including you” Hot blood went straight to Ramona’s cheek as she tried to play it cool with a laugh. “There’s one more place I’ve left to show you” Elizabeth took hold of Ramona’s hand, leading them to the elevator. The countess pushed the button at the very top. “My penthouse..” She stride a little closer to Ramona “I don’t bring lots of people here, but you, dear, is a special one” She inched closer and closer, nearly cornering Ramona at the side of the elevator. “Nervous are we?” As if she could hear how hard Ramona’s heart is pounding right at this moment.

𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘨!

Saved by the bell. Elizabeth got out first with Ramona following closely behind. Two large doors opened, revealing a luxurious penthouse. Everything looks like it costs a fortune and it does. A room that matches it’s owner perfectly. Ramona sat down at the sofa as Elizabeth made her way to the mini bar just behind her. She brought two glasses of expensive whiskey, and handed one to Ramona. 

“Pardon me for asking, but you look like you have not much sleep, is everything alright?” The countess asked, flashing a face of worry “Well, I haven’t had a good sleep because… me and my boyfriend just broke up” The memory almost made Ramona flinch. Heartbreaks seem to have that effect on her. A hand crept up to hers, offering comfort. Ramona weakly smiled and told Elizabeth what happened. “I’m so sorry you had to put up with that..” “It’s fine, Liza. I mean I’m glad it’s over but it still hurts you know? I just hated the feeling when he left, made me feel unwanted and undeserving. Made me question my life, my career.” She downed the whiskey in one go, catching Elizabeth off guard. She scooted closer to the latter “I thought of you, you know? How your presence can command any man in the room… How good you look doing it” Seems like the alcohol really hit hard tonight. “Oh darling, clearly that ex-boyfriend of yours doesn’t have a good taste…” The countess tried to hide a satisfied look after hearing the story and caressed Ramona’s cheek. A tipsy Ramona leaned in closer 

“Is that so? Then do you have good taste?” 

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“You surprise me, Mona. Who knew a little whiskey throws you on the edge like this”

The countess closed in, her eyes desperately searched for Ramona’s

“May I kiss you?”

“You really had to ask?”

Ramona held Elizabeth’s head and crashed her lips to hers. A slow kiss, that didn’t struggle to find rhythm with one another. The countess’ hands starts sensually roaming the latter’s body, but just as things are about to escalate further, Ramona breaks it.

“What’s wrong, have I made you uncomfortable?”

“No-no… it’s just that I’ve never experienced anything with a woman before…”

“That’s no problem, we can take it as slow as you want”

“Thank you, ‘Liza… I didn’t want to be a buzz kill and all ha-ha-ha” She laughed as she slowly try to regain her composure. With that Elizabeth subtly smirked, got up and walked towards a metal display filled with vinyl records leaving Ramona confused on the sofa. She played the record on the turntable and as the tune filled the room, she turned around and said

“Come dance with me, let your mind wander anywhere else…” 

Ramona took her hand as the countess once again wrap her arm around her waist. Despite her height, she definitely knows how to take control.

“𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦”

Just like that, they danced and drank. This is going to be a long night…

–end chapter two–

[xoxolovezdd]

Chapter 2 done! Just a few finishing touches here and there and we're good to go!

[xoxolovezdd]

oh it's coming alright........

[xoxolovezdd]

Chapter 2 out tonight or tomorrow, depends ;)

[therearemanyreasons2]

I miss when reading romance and fanfic didn't make me feel so fucking lonely. Like it was so nice to kick my feet and float around in a haze the whole day after reading the new chapter of my favorite fic. Now I have to stop in the middle of them and fight the tears. I feel like I'll just never receive love in that way to the point that when I find ANYONE that treats me well or gives me butterflies I just fall so hard for them. I'm just tired of questioning weather anyone thinks about me like that. I just want someone to hold me and fill the hole in my chest.

[xoxolovezdd]

girl.. same..

[xoxolovezdd]

Chapter 2 out tonight or tomorrow, depends ;)

[xoxolovezdd]

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 40𝒕𝒉 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓!

ɪᴛs ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ's ᴅᴀʏ! ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪɴ ʟɪғᴇ ♥︎

[xoxolovezdd]

Today makes me so emotional 🥹🤲

[walnutsxblacklicorice]

Ramona Royale Fanfiction Masterpost

This is a list of Ramona Royale fanfiction I have read outside of the Elizamona ship, because she doesn't get enough love 😤

For all Elizamona fics, please click here.

None of the following fics are written by me.

Ramona Royale x Reader

flabghast

• jealousy

Type: smut & angst | Published: 2021-05-15 | Words: 3,639 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: You’re something of a reluctant tenant within the Hotel Cortez; that’s no secret. You live there, sure, and have for some time.

You’ve never been up to the penthouse, though. Ever.

Maybe things should’ve stayed that way.

@divinerulerluvr

• Beauty and the Afflicted

Type: smut | Published: 2021-06-11 | Words: 2,108 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Ramona turns you

Ramona Royale x Billie Dean Howard

@cranechel

• this night is sparkling

Type: sexual tension | Published: 2021-11-15 | Words: 2,304 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Now, Ramona is definitely smiling. She extends a hand, and Billie wants to both flinch away from the movement and lean into the touch, so she ends up doing neither. Brown fingers brush into her blonde curls.

“You know, I’ve always had a weakness for blonde women.”

• Black Dress

Type: smut | Published: 2022-02-21 | Words: 3,719 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Billie is wearing a black dress when they meet again. Sequel to the previous fic.

Ramona Royale & Alex Lowe

@mistysgardenn

• Enemies to Allies

Type: platonic | Published: 2024 | Words: 910 | Chapters: 1/31

Summary: hotel really missed the opportunity to have these two interact likeee. alex is so alex and ramona is so ramona i love them

If you've written or know of any more Ramona fics, please let me know 🥹 I'd also love to be tagged in any future fics being posted 😁❤️

[xoxolovezdd]

I feel like I've hit the gold mine on this one 🙂‍↕️🤲

[walnutsxblacklicorice]

Elizamona Fanfiction Masterpost

This post will include all the Elizamona fanfiction I have written* and read. If you would like yours to be indexed here, feel free to send it to me :)

*written as in what I posted to the public because I have like 500 more unpublished fics in my notes app 😅

Since this post will get updated with every new fic make sure to go to the original version of the post if you see it reblogged!

For meta and theory posts, click here (TBA).

Current fanfiction count: 25

My Fanfiction

Note: most of the fanfiction I write, I do not publish. If you are interested in reading more of my work, feel free to DM me, I love to share drafts with friends where I can get direct feedback ♡

• Like Walnuts and Black Licorice

Type: everything | Published: 2021-01-12 | Updated: 2023-02-09 | Words: 24,353 | Chapters: 6/?

Summary: Ramona has been waiting for this moment for over 20 years. She is so close to finally getting her revenge on the Countess after all the pain she caused her. But before Elizabeth surrenders to her, she has one final request. To be taken back to a time before all the hurt and the pain.

Note: This is meant to be a fix-it fic for how Hotel ended. I have big plans for it and a lot plotted out but am currently stuck bc I have a lot of edits to make and the next chapter is important to me. I have not given up on it yet tho! 😭

Smut

many smut fics include fluff and sometimes angst too

• Not Valentine's Day again

Type: fluff & smut | Published: 2021-02-14 | Words: 3,721 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: It’s a tale as old as time. One woman who hates Valentine’s Day finds herself hopelessly in love with a woman who loves it. How does she solve this dilemma? Let’s find out.

• I’ll undress you ‘cause you’re tired

Type: smut | Published: 2021-10-08 | Words: 1,652 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Ramona comes home tired from work but Elizabeth makes sure she’s all taken care of before she goes to sleep

• The Art of Cunnilingus

Type: spicy humor | Published: 2023-03-22 | Words: 244 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Elizabeth finds a book on Ramona's nightstand

• Blood on the sheets

Type: period, fluff & smut | Published: 2023-03-15 | Completed: 2023-05-10 | Words: 3,238 | Chapters: 2/2

Summary: Ramona gets her period at an unexpected time and is worried how the woman she just started dating will react

• dancin' in circles, feels good when you join me

Type: smut | Published: 2024-01-27 | Words: 2,027 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Ramona can't sleep at night so she decides to have some fun, hoping not to wake her girlfriend Elizabeth sleeping next to her

• I'll Be Your Mermaid

Type: AU, fluff & smut | Published: 2024-06-30 | Completed: 2024-06-30 | Words: 10,179 | Chapters: 4/4

Summary: Ramona teaching Elizabeth how to swim is causing Elizabeth to have vivid dreams of another world... underwater.

They also make love. A lot.

• Ride It

Type: smut | Published: 2025-06-20 | Words: 2,225 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Elizabeth and Ramona try out their strap-on for the first time

Fluff

• Baby Fever

Type: fluff | Published: 2021-12-04 | Words: 1,720 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Elizabeth and Ramona talk about their family ideas, which leads to an unexpected surprise for Elizabeth

• Scent

Type: fluff | Published: 2024-01-27 | Words: 147 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Blurb inspired by "It's not the Shalimar that gives you away. It's your blood."

• Goodnight, My Love

Type: fluff | Published: 2025-11-13 | Words: 535 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Elizabeth finds Ramona asleep on the couch

• First Kisses and Butterflies

Type: fluff | Published: 2025-11-13 | Words: 979 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: It's been a long time since Elizabeth caught feelings this fast. But with a woman as magnificent as Ramona, how could she not?

Angst

• Halloween Cinderella

Type: angst | Published: 2024-10-31 | Words: 2,640 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Ramona’s attempt to win Elizabeth back on Halloween takes a turn when she embarrasses herself.

Note: I wrote this one while in the hospital with a concussion lmao

• It's not what it looks like

Type: angst | Published: 2025-05-19 | Words: 1,280 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Ramona comes home to a shocking sight that makes her already horrible day even worse

Others' Fanfiction

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@salmonypink

• Blinded By The Bloodstains

Type: smut | Published: 2016-02-26 | Words: 520 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Stiff sheets and sticky skin and the sweetness of sin.

@merryghoul

• Debauchery

Type: dirty talk | Published: 2017-02-23 | Words: 100 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: For the prompt "American Horror Story: Elizabeth (The Countess)/Ramona Royale - dirty talk," requested by agirlnamedtruth.

@freshbrainss

• someday (you will ache like I ache)

Type: angst | Published: 2017-06-19 | Words: 222 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: “Try,” Elizabeth says coolly. “Try to make me want you.”

Missy

• Five Times Elizabeth and Ramona Connected

Type: angst & smut | Published: 2017-12-14 | Words: 785 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Some connections are good. Some connections are terrible. But for Ramona and Elizabeth life is filled with strange frequencies and their relationship waxes and flourishes with the times.

@freakyraccoons

• Kiss me (there's no one here)

Type: fluff | Published: 2025-06-20 | Words: 1,275 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Of all the things Elizabeth and Ramona love doing together, weekly library trips might be one of their favourite activities to share. So, in an empty hallway on a rainy day, why not spice it up a little?

@graevx

• Red Flags and Long Nights

Type: smut & angst | Published: 2025-07-02 | Words: 3,013 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: “Do animals have souls? Maybe not, but when she holds me, I believe her.”

Ramona discovers a horrific secret, but Elizabeth is willing to let her in on it.

@therearemanyreasons2

• Date Night

Type: fluff | Published: 2025-07-08 | Words: 1,734 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: The Countess invites Ramona to meet her at a restaurant where they reconcile and eat good food

• R&B/Sexual Healing

Type: fluff & dirty talk | Published: 2025-10-31 | Words: 446 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Little one-shot where the countess and ramona sing a song together and describe each other.

• Listen to the Fireplace Roar

Type: fluff | Published: 2026-01-01 | Words: 269 | Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Elizabeth and Ramona share a moment by the fire as the year shifts one digit.

• The World in My Eyes

Type: fluff, soon to be smut | Published: 2026-03-10 | Updated: 2026-03-10 | Words: 979 | Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Elizabeth meets Ramona Royale at the Cortez

@xoxolovezdd

• Vinyl Player

Type: angst | Published: 2026-03-24 | Updated: 2026-03-24 | Words: 1,004 | Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Ramona finds herself at a crossroads as she navigates her rise to fame. Upon her most desperate attempt, she meets with a mysterious hotel owner that might just be the answer to her prayers or her biggest mistake.

You are welcome to tag me in any Elizamona and Ramona Royale fics and/or DM them to me!

I do not read Countess x reader fics or fics that ship her with anyone other than Ramona.

If you tag sexualities on your fics, please make sure to include bisexual :)