ıllı1 PHYSCO
.lılı2 HEART-SHAPED BOX
.ılıı3 HYSTERIA
ıllı4 HAYLOFT
.lılı5 ANEURYSM
.ılıı6 R U MINE?
ıllı7 WHY GO?
.lılı8 CRYING LIGHTNING
.ılıı9 MY OWN SUMMER (SHOVE IT)
ıllı10 FOR YOUR LOVE
.lılı11 THIS IS WHY
.ılıı12 FIGURE IT OUT
.ılıı14 FELL IN LOVE WITH A GIRL
.lılı15 KILLING IN THE NAME
ıllı16 ABOUT A GIRL
.ılıı17 SEE YOU SOON
(click on each song to hear it)
summary: days are going by too quickly and fickle feelings blossom between you and vi. you make the most of each day with her, but when a certain someone comes back and places a hard choice on you, decisions will have to be made.
PRE A/N: hi lovelies,, even though i really really love when u guys send me messages and express how much u love my work (i adore it sm pls keep doing so) pls don’t ask me when i will update a chapter because i can never tell you a specific time and it stresses me out .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. believe it or not it takes a lot to write a series fanfic and i’ve already got a lot on my plate with work and school so pls acknowledge that ;; ANYWAYS I HOPE U ENJOY AND I LOB U GUYS
content (18+): lots of smut, situationship, tribbing, sub!vi, brat!vi, dirty talk, begging, risky sex, sort foot fetish but i don’t wanna call it that 😭🙏, very faint angst, lots of fluff too!!! crushing & yearning, dbf!sevika feature, we get a bit of vi’s pov, cliffhanger at the end :p
summary. | next chapter (tba). you're expecting—and ellie is sick in love. one thing inhibits her: she thinks it isn't requited.
reader discretion is advised. mdni. fluff. a punch of angst: one instance of abuse. mentions of previous. pregnant!reader. jackson!loser!ellie. damaged relationship with a man explicit (for the plot.) the pining creeps in. strangers to lovers (in the future). requited but assumed unrequited love. cheesy romance scenes. evident undertones of addiction: substance mention, cannabis, strained relationships (ellie and joel common occurence. reader and their scumbag bf too). a realistic motherhood. depression. apprehension. you get it. wc: 4.3k. series masterlist.
note.
based on this anon i got. shoutout to @serqphites fr. art in header creds to @nramv. thanks to @s-4pphics for proofreading this one for me! join the discord to see content such as this in creation.
It is the thought that stomachs you.
“Shit,” you curse and bite the mouth that does. Mindless thing. “He’s gonna murder you, damn idiot.”
men & minors dni
sucking loser! ellie’s tits for the first time<3
content: 18+, marking, sucking ellie’s tits, sub! ellie
ꔫ PARING: childhood friends ellie x reader
ꔫ WOUDCOUNT: 1k
ꔫ WARNINGS: light touching and kisses
A/N: this is the last part, so sorry it took so long to post it. I had some family issues but everything is well now so ill be back to posting like normal<3
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HOUSE OF BALLOONS – the weekend ⌇stalker!ellie x fem!reader
but you belong to me...?
warnings ⌇word count 2.9 SMUT, darker themes like stalking/manipulation (R is aware of/consents to the stalking, Ellie comes to realize this. Everything is consensual), egotistical reader, watched masturbation, mention of alcohol, top!ellie, bottom!reader, ellie is packing, strap in v (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), impact play (spanking), not proofread, THIS IS ALL PURELY FICTIONAL (I DO NOT CONDONE THIS)
Everywhere you went, it lingered.
In the quiet moments, in the spaces you thought were your own. Walking through your apartment in nothing but your nightgown. Taking a sip of your drink at the park, letting the world fade around you. Chatting with a coworker just before you clock out. Running on the treadmill in the dim light of the gym. Shopping for clothes in the local boutiques. Everywhere.
Every sound you made, they caught.
The rustle of sheets as you shifted in bed, restless in your sleep. The laughter shared over drinks with friends at a bar. The tired sigh that escaped after a long day. The songs you chose to fill the silence.
Every sound, every movement, every glance you cast—there, fitted in each corner of your world, you felt it. Them.
HOUSE OF BALLOONS – the weekend ⌇stalker!ellie x fem!reader
but you belong to me...?
warnings ⌇word count 2.9 SMUT, darker themes like stalking/manipulation (R is aware of/consents to the stalking, Ellie comes to realize this. Everything is consensual), egotistical reader, watched masturbation, mention of alcohol, top!ellie, bottom!reader, ellie is packing, strap in v (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), impact play (spanking), not proofread, THIS IS ALL PURELY FICTIONAL (I DO NOT CONDONE THIS)
Everywhere you went, it lingered.
In the quiet moments, in the spaces you thought were your own. Walking through your apartment in nothing but your nightgown. Taking a sip of your drink at the park, letting the world fade around you. Chatting with a coworker just before you clock out. Running on the treadmill in the dim light of the gym. Shopping for clothes in the local boutiques. Everywhere.
Every sound you made, they caught.
The rustle of sheets as you shifted in bed, restless in your sleep. The laughter shared over drinks with friends at a bar. The tired sigh that escaped after a long day. The songs you chose to fill the silence.
Every sound, every movement, every glance you cast—there, fitted in each corner of your world, you felt it. Them.
HOUSE OF BALLOONS – the weekend ⌇stalker!ellie x fem!reader
but you belong to me...?
warnings ⌇word count 2.9 SMUT, darker themes like stalking/manipulation (R is aware of/consents to the stalking, Ellie comes to realize this. Everything is consensual), egotistical reader, watched masturbation, mention of alcohol, top!ellie, bottom!reader, ellie is packing, strap in v (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), impact play (spanking), not proofread, THIS IS ALL PURELY FICTIONAL (I DO NOT CONDONE THIS)
Everywhere you went, it lingered.
In the quiet moments, in the spaces you thought were your own. Walking through your apartment in nothing but your nightgown. Taking a sip of your drink at the park, letting the world fade around you. Chatting with a coworker just before you clock out. Running on the treadmill in the dim light of the gym. Shopping for clothes in the local boutiques. Everywhere.
Every sound you made, they caught.
The rustle of sheets as you shifted in bed, restless in your sleep. The laughter shared over drinks with friends at a bar. The tired sigh that escaped after a long day. The songs you chose to fill the silence.
Every sound, every movement, every glance you cast—there, fitted in each corner of your world, you felt it. Them.
cute little painfully nerdy 2000s ellie williams x popular bimbo fem reader part 3
since yall hornballs wanted smut so badly 🙄
cw : smut, public sex in class, degradation, ellie’s horny fantasies, wet dreams, plot twist kinda
the bell rings. you don’t rush to your seat—you never do. you glide in late like always, cherry gum in your mouth, tight hot pink juicy couture velour zip up barley zipped up with your black lacy VS push up bra peeking through. a boy stares. you don’t care. you’re too busy reapplying your gloss with your middle finger.
ellie sees you before you see her, she recognizes your heavy, dreamy scent of the love spell body spray from 5 miles away.
she’s already at her desk, hood up, legs bouncing under the table like she’s got an energy drink in her bloodstream. which, honestly? she probably does. her fingers are smudged with pencil and her notebooks half open, little doodles of swords and boobs peeking through the lined paper. she’s not ready. for anything.
𖤐 Synopsis: Abby Anderson, known for her carefree reputation, finds herself drawn to a no-nonsense cheerleader. What starts as harmless flirting takes a sharp left into chaos, featuring bruised egos, unresolved baggage, As tensions rise, the real question remains—can the two of you move past first impressions?
[Content Warnings:] MDNI, angst, modern AU, sexual tension, fuckboy quarterback Abby x mean cheerleader reader, angst/smut, gays who can’t communicate. Intoxication, Cringe: Abby with zero rizz.
࿔ A/N: back from vacation with a little something Based on this drabble. I know this trope has been run into the ground, but let’s be real—the gay version of everything is always better
Wc: 7k right now
Index (on going)
Prologue: (below) “how to ruin a party in 30 seconds or less” 3k words
Chapter 2: in progress
How to Ruin a Party in 30 Seconds or Less
“Fuckboy, player, heartbreaker.”
She’d heard it all—each insult more cliché than the last.
[content warnings:] bullying, sexual tension, talks of virginity, language, physical violence, heartbreak. R! Hates the world! Enemies to lovers. Slightly unserious.
wc: 4.4k
notes: sooo I made some edits to the prologue after I wrote the first chapter, so I do highly recommend you at least go back n skim read it!
need abby and reader fighting and then having angry sex. after sex abby just bathes reader in the shower and reader ends up crying feeling bad for being a bitch to abby
thank you for the request!!
this is quiet short i apologise😅
18+
you and abby had gotten into a petty argument. it had led to you being in the position you were currently in... ass up, face pressed into the bed as abby fucked her strap in and out of your pussy at an unrelenting pace. she was holding a fistful of your hair, her other hand resting on your lower back, keeping you pressed down against the bed. "look who's finally being quiet now."
abby tugged on your hair, her grunts filling your ears as she continued to thrust the strap inside of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard in the room. you hoped you wouldn't be getting a noise complaint from your neighbours... again. "all it takes is a little dick to shut you up, huh?"
you whined in response, drool trickling out of your mouth and onto the bedsheets from your face being smushed against it. abby loved turning you into mush, she just loved knowing she was the only one who could make you a babbling mess beneath her.
a particularly loud noise left your lips as you felt abby change her pace, now giving you slow, deep thrusts that made you see stars. you grab a fistful of the sheets beneath you, moans leaving your lips after every thrust. "that's it, baby. letting me fuck the brat out of you, hm?"
hearing abby's dirty words made you tip over the edge, a string of moans leaving your lips as you cum on her strap. she fucks you through your orgasm, her eyes watching as a white ring forms around the silicone. "there we go."
abby slowly pulls the strap out of you and takes it off of herself, discarding it somewhere in the room before she wraps her arms around you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. "cmon, i'll run us a bath."
you allow abby to take your hand and lead you into the bathroom. she fills the bath with warm water and bubbles. you let out a sigh as you felt the warm water welcome you, abby situated behind you.
you remembered your earlier argument that led to this and felt a little guilty. you knew you were being silly but sometimes you could let the heat of the moment cloud your judgement. you felt that familiar stinging sensation in your throat whenever you were trying to hold back tears, abby immediately noticed how you seemed to be getting upset. "hey, what's wrong, baby?"
as soon as you heard abby's soft voice and felt her arms gently wrap around your stomach, you crumbled. abby's fingers hooked under your chin, tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes met hers. "m' sorry for being a bitch earlier..." you mumbled, abby's fingers wiping your tears away.
"it's okay, sweet girl." abby gently guided your head to rest against her chest, her fingers running through your hair. you guys stay like that until the water runs cold.
18+ soft sex with older!abby
mommy issues. reader is early twenties, abby is late thirties.
you had had another argument with your mother. nothing was new here, then. you grew up with a mother who had narcissistic tendencies and she had seemed to only get worse with the older you got.
you grew up in a small town and have lived in the same house since you were born. in came abby, your neighbour. abby had moved to town when you were a teenager and you guys had grown close. she had been a safe space for you whenever your mother was in one of her 'episodes' and she had always welcomed you with loving arms.
you were currently sitting on the couch with her in her living room, ranting about the argument with your mum. she had made you a cup of hot chocolate and let you get your rant out of your system.
"i just don't understand why she's always yelling at me..." you fiddle with the hem of your shirt, feeling a lump form in your throat as flashes of the fight overwhelm your mind. abby noticed how you seemed to get upset again, she immediately shuffled closer to you and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest so she was essentially cradling you.
"it's okay, i'm here sweetheart." abby’s soothing voice grounds you, your hands reaching to intertwine with hers. she places a kiss on top of your head, her soft voice filling your ears. "let me take care of you, yeah?"
you nod your head and lay back on the couch, knowing what she meant by 'taking care of you'. abby unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down your legs along with your panties, moving so she is settled in between your legs. she places soft, loving kisses on your thighs, causing a sigh to leave your lips.
abbys lips on your skin felt heavenly, you loved it when she 'took care of you'. she gradually trails kisses up your thighs, her lips now inches away from your most intimate place. "i won't tease you tonight, baby. i know you need me right now."
with that, abby started placing soft kisses on your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. her soft kisses turn into licks, your fingers threading in her hair to pull her face closer to your pussy.
abby was so skilled with her tongue, she could have you crumbling beneath her in under half an hour. you feel your orgasm slowly building as abby swirls her tongue inside of you, your pants turning into whines.
"yes! just- just like that, abs!" your fingers tighten in her hair as you felt her suck harshly on your clit, your orgasm crashing over you like waves. abby licked up every last drop of your juices, a hum leaving her throat at your sweet taste.
she kisses your thighs again before she crawls on top of you, placing a kiss on your lips so you could taste yourself on her. "stay the night." abby mumbles in between kisses and you nod your head in response, relaxing as she picks you up in her arms and takes you to her bedroom.
── you sunk your teeth into me, oh, bloodsucker.
my brain is itching at the thought of vi x vampire!reader like i just can’t stop. god. 18+ fingering, vi!receiving, dirty talk, blood (not much, i think), vampire!reader, dom!reader, kinda softdom! reader, sub!vi, needy!vi, squirting. two idiots in love with each other honestly.
the secluded bedroom of the castle was off limits to everyone. no one was allowed in or out without your say-so. what kind of queen would you be if you willingly let people into the room that you’re safest in? let them see beyond the darkness that you carry? the secrets you bury to stay hidden?
if you can’t write wlw smut without making them use a strap on or somehow have a dick you’re not a lesbian. also can you guys stop making them call strap ons their dicks? it’s gross
news flash lesbians can have sex without that! i know, crazyyyy concept
i was gonna write a paragraph of the filthiest strap on smut with sevika calling it her dick but you literally have no age in bio.
Hi OP,
Put your age in bio before you go complaining about smut, because I’d really like to see if you’re as childish as you sound. You have no right to play sexuality police and tell people what makes them a lesbian or not. If you don’t like using toys then that’s just fine, that’s your opinion, but shaming others isn’t necessary. What fucking year is it where we’re in-fighting about who’s gay and who isn’t.
To be quite fucking honest you sound ignorant. It sounds like you haven’t met a lesbian in real life, especially one that isn’t in high school or through a screen. You write selfishly, complaining about others creative expression that they didn’t write specifically to please you. I don’t think you had much hand in writing the scripts for the game either, but how should I know? If you’re not creative enough to write what you want specifically, do you really know better? To be surprised too when you send out negative posts and then receive negativity in return is beyond me. Hate begets hate, and that’s all your timeline seems to be. Sure, internet warriors are after you, but did you or did you not make the first blow?
Grow up and find something worth your time to complain about. Focus your energy on something productive rather than just making yourself and others upset. Don’t you have geometry homework to do or something? Anyways, hope you find what you’re looking for, and good luck finding a partner who will love you for the hateful and bitter person you are.
Love,
Powderpinkandsweet
