* Sweet Little Lies *

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{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: Being on tour with someone you’ve been ignoring for two months is hard…but doable

an: AHHHHHH!!! I am so excited to finally give you guys the second part of The Perfect Girl! I can confidently say that the vibe of this one has been so much fun to write and think about ideas for, and it makes me so happy that you’ve been enjoying it! This one is pretty short, im sorry but! the next part will be longer, fluffier and much smuttier hehe. Anyways, I hope you guys like this part too. 🖤 (Also yes I know I posted this before the poll was up but y'all saw how it was going im sorry I am an impatient woman)

Warnings: 18+!!! Eventual smut, Ellie is selfish point blank period, reader is extremely sad, some making out but doesn't lead to much, ANGST!!!!, this one is pretty short so not many warnings hehe. let me know if I missed anything pleaseeee.

Part 1 can be read here!

The rest of the tour was…rough.

After the night at the club, the silent treatment that you had for Ellie had gone from simply ignoring her, to pretending like she didn’t even exist.

Shows were awkward, practice was awkward, being in a fucking band with her was awkward. Not to mention the very noticeable divide that it put between you and the other members.

The entire situation made it hard to talk to anyone. It made you feel extremely isolated, because you had convinced yourself that no one could possibly understand, especially not the other two men in your band, so you barely spoke to anyone.

In return of that, the other members found it hard to talk to Ellie. Because ever since you had pulled away, things were just no longer the same.

The late nights hanging out in someone’s hotel room stopped, partying after shows were done without you, and the only times anyone truly ever saw you was when you had to perform. When you were done, you’d quietly go back to your hotel room to sulk.

The tour ended that way, with you silently pulling all of your things from the back of the tour bus once you had returned home and catching a cab back to your apartment in the city, going against the tradition that you all had done every time when coming back home, which was going to your favorite local bar and trying to out drink each other before stumbling home in the cold.

So now, you were home, still ignoring everyone.

It was hard for you. Because the girl you’ve looked up to for so long, wanted for so long, had said such mean things about you. And you weren’t an idiot, because never for a second did you ever think that Ellie could ever want you the way that you wanted her, even when you were wrapped up in her arms at night, or when she whispered stupid jokes in your ear whenever you were sad, her lips ghosting over your skin, you never once thought that you could have her. Because you weren’t a kid with a great big imagination, with hopes and dreams that you’d one day be swept off of your feet by her.

You knew deep down that it would never work out, and you were okay with that. You had long accepted that your love was unrequited, and as much as it hurt you to see her date girls she’d only known for a few weeks, and fuck countless groupies every night, you never let it get to you.

But hearing her say what she said, hearing those words fall from her pretty lips….it was like something was eating you from the inside out, and the love that you had for Ellie couldn’t outweigh the pain that she brought you.

And you couldn’t fucking do it anymore.

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The decision you had made didn’t come without heartache. You cried, you screamed, you threw things, ruining your room entirely, your rage and sadness burned you so deeply, because in all of this you still blamed yourself, and not her.

It had been almost a month since you got back from tour, and you could count on your hands how many times you left your apartment. Dylan and Charlie came by the visit a few times, and their apologetic smiles somehow pissed you off even further, because it made you feel small and frail, like you’d never be able to come back from this on your own.

You appreciated them, and you enjoyed the times they were around because it gave you an out from thinking about Ellie.

But all good things would come to an end.

That’s how you found yourself at Dylan’s apartment. He was shocked when you showed up, having not seen you outside of your apartment in who knows how long.

He knew that whatever it was you were there for, was serious.

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Ellie felt like she was seeing red.

She slammed the door to her car once she arrived at your apartment building, her nostrils flaring as she breathed hard. She couldn’t even stop for a moment to think about what she was doing, or if you’d even be home.

But after her phone call with Dylan, she didn’t care. She needed to see you.

After tour had ended, she had found her way to your place a few times. The first time she had a bouquet of red roses gripped between her hand, which after 10 minutes of standing outside your door, she took home and threw in the trash. The second time she came by with a box of cookies from your favorite bakery, which she ended up angrily shoving into Charlie’s chest when she came back home and he was at her apartment waiting for her to teach him a new guitar riff. The third time she simply slipped a hand written note under your door about how sorry she was, which you had promptly ripped up once you saw the small ‘from: Ellie :’)’ written on the front.

That was the last time she had showed up, figuring that you’d come around whenever you had cooled down from the entire situation. What she didn’t expect though, was for it to go on for months after tour had ended.

But she was done, she was over this and she was over you ignoring her.

She knocked on your door loudly, staring knuckles banging on the wood of your front door, making you frown as the loud noise echoed throughout your apartment. You sighed, opening the door harshly.

“I told you I didn’t want one of your fucking pamphlets! If you don’t leave I’m calling the fucking-“ your words were cut off, eyes going wide as you looked up and caught eye of Ellie.

A very angry Ellie.

You sighed tiredly, already trying to close the door on her. “Go home Ellie…” you mumbled out. But her palm was pressing against your door and stopping you from closing it on her.

“You’re quitting the fucking band?” Her voice is harsh, and her words make you freeze as you stop pushing your door closed.

You figured word would’ve gotten out sooner or later…you just preferred later rather than sooner.

You let out a sigh, one of your hands coming up to tuck a strand of your hair back before you give her a half shrug. “I told Dylan not to tell you until the end of the month..” you mumble out, your eyes staring at your sock clad feet.

The second you confirm it, you’re confirming Ellie’s greatest nightmare, and she’s pushing past you and walking into your apartment before you can even tell her that you don’t want her in that, and that she needed to leave.

There’s no use in fighting her, because she’s already there and she’s clearly very pissed off, so you simply close your door behind you and lock it. You figure that if this is the last conversation you’ll have with Ellie, it might as well be this one.

Ellie is pacing back and forth in your small living room, hands in her hips as she tries to get a grip of everything that she’s learned within the past few hours. She wants it to be a lie, she wanted to come to your apartment and have you tell her it was all a prank, and she’d finally hear that pretty laugh of yours when you too made up and cuddled on your couch.

But you weren’t, you weren’t giving Ellie any of that and it made her feel even more pissed off.

“Ellie…” you mumbled softly, reaching out and trying to grab her arm gently, trying to calm the girl down so you could explain.

Ellie pulled her arm away the second you tried reaching out for her. The soft tone of yours was all she had wanted for the last three months, hearing the way you’d soothe her when she became too consumed in her feelings.

But Ellie felt betrayed, she felt like she was being left behind, like you were throwing her away and leaving her like everyone else did.

You were abandoning her.

“No! Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t talk to me for three months and the first thing I hear about you doesn’t even come directly from you? You didn’t even have the fucking decency to sit us down and tell all of us…you told Dylan and you had him deliver your message to us like he’s your fucking bitch” she spat.

You knew she was mad, you knew she’d come to your apartment in a rage when she found out. You had prepared for it, you prepared for all the nasty things Ellie would say to you.

But you didn’t expect any of this..

You inhaled deeply, trying your best not to let her words affect you.

“Look, Ellie…I just…it took me a long time to figure out what I needed to do to feel better. I don’t…it just isn’t working for me anymore-“ she cut you off, her hurtful words coming back with a vengeance.

“Bull fucking shit.” She spits out, and her tone is enough to make you flinch. Her words are cutting into you just like they had that night in her hotel room, and you’re trying to find something in you to not lose your fucking mind right now.

“You’re leaving because of me, because of something I said. You’re…you’re leaving behind something fucking amazing because I hurt your feelings. I don’t know how many times I have to say it! But I’m fucking sorry! Okay? I feel awful for what I said and I wish I could take it back but I can’t, and I’m sorry, but you’re being weak for leaving because of it” she yells out.

And everything stops….because all you can hear from anything shes just said…

Is that you, are weak.

And it’s like some sort of fucking phenomenon or something, because you suddenly feel like you’re being transported to that night, and you’re standing behind a wall, listening to Ellie laugh about how…how fucking unwanted you are.

And you don’t hold back anymore. You’re done holding back.

“Yes Ellie, are you even listening to yourself right now? Have you for one fucking second not been a selfish asshole to think about how any of this has affected me?” Your voice is tired, and it sounds like you’ve been internally fighting with yourself to keep these words inside.

“You hurt me Ellie! If you’re so sorry you said those things, then why did you fucking say them? Is it so hard to just say you don’t see me that way? To be a sensible human fucking being and not trying to dig me into a deeper hole than you already fucking have?” Your voice is growing louder and louder, and you’re slowly closing the space between the both of you as you shout at her.

When you’re right in front of her, your chest almost pressed against hers, your voice is quiet, and it almost sounds like you’re whispering to her for a moment.

“I never once believed that you could ever want me…but saying the things that you said about me, and then sabotaging me whenever I’m trying to live my fucking life…I can’t do it anymore Ellie…I can’t be around you anymore..”

Ellie almost fucking whimpers, because the tone of your voice is nearly enough to bring her to tears.

You aren’t even fighting anymore, you’re just tired. You’re practically begging her to let you go because she’s just held you in her hands for too long, never giving you the chance to grow and become something more than what you are.

Ellie feels it, just by the look in your eyes, she can feel that this will be the last chance she has to tell you, to come clean and stop lying to herself and to you.

Shes being given one last chance, so she knows she can’t mess it up.

“I’m in love with you.” She deadpans.

You roll your eyes, walking away from the girl. You had no time for games, and that surely meant Ellie falsely confessing her love for you just to keep you in the band.

You nodded your head towards your door as you watched her. “Nice try Ellie. I’m sure you’ll be able to charm some other girl enough to replace me as lead singer by the end of the month. It’s time for you to go” you sigh out.

And Ellie is practically whining as she makes her way over to you, towering over you as she pleads.

“I…I’m not lying…fuck id never lie about this. Leave the band if you want, I don’t care, I just…” she grabs your hand, bringing it up to lay over her heart as she sighs “I need you to know how sorry I am..and how I feel about you…” she sighs out.

Your eyebrows were furrowed as you looked down at your hand pressed against her chest, rolling your eyes as you used the placement to push her away from you.

“Ellie, cut it out. Seriously. I heard what you said about me, I heard all of it. Im not your type, remember? I look like a kicked puppy everytime you’re with another girl” you sighed out as you pushed past her, walking off into your living room before plopping onto the couch with a loud huff.

Ellie was groaning softly, hearing her own words being relayed to her in your voice made her heart break even more than it had before. She followed behind you, sitting on the couch and reaching for you.

“I..I didn’t mean any of that! I panicked!” her words catch your attention, but she groans when she sees the unamused look you’re giving her.

“I swear…just…” She tried, pleading for just a bit of your time before she was getting on her knees in front of you, pushing your legs apart so that her body was pressed against the edge of the couch, and you had no choice but to look at her.

“I’m an idiot, okay? The last thing I wanted was for Charlie and Dylan to tease me about having a massive fucking crush on you…I just…you’re too good for me, I’m not…I know that you deserve better than me…but I can’t help the way I feel about you. It eats away at me at night and it makes it hard to sleep and it doesn’t stop unless you’re around” She rambled, her eyebrows knitted together as she spoke.

Her closeness made your cheeks burn red, and you tried to keep your face down because you knew the longer you’d look into her eyes, the easier it would be for her to make you fold. You frowned as you shook your head, and before you could even speak, she was already talking.

“Please…please I’m so sorry baby…it’s killing me…not being with you is fucking killing me. I’ll leave the band, I’ll pack up and you can find a new guitarist to take my place just..” her words died down, and her fingers were placed gently under your chin to force you to look at her, and you almost lost your breath because..

Ellie was crying.

And not only was Ellie crying, but Ellie was crying for you.

Her green eyes were rimmed red, and her eyelashes were clumping together, and your insides twisted because all you wanted to do was to hold her, pull her into your chest and tell her that it was okay, that you were okay, and that you could be together.

But you couldn’t. Not after what she did.

“Ellie I…I can’t…” you mumbled softly. You opened your mouth to explain further, but you found that you couldn’t speak.

Because Ellie’s like were pressed firmly against yours.

Her long fingers were cupping either side of your face, keeping you close as her lips moved against yours. You gasped softly, trying to break away from her, but she used it as an opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth, and from that point on, you melted into her completely.

You moaned softly, and Ellie was already pushing you back to lay against the couch, her body hovering over yours as she kissed you so deeply, so passionately, you could feel all of the love she had for you seeping into your mouth.

It felt amazing, having you pressed up against her, whining into her mouth and breathlessly begging for more. It was like every dream Ellie had ever had of you was finally coming true…

But she couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that came with it.

If this is what Ellie had always wanted, why was it that she felt like she was doing something wrong? Why did it loom over her like a dark cloud, soaking into her core and making her feel terrible about doing this to you…distracting you from everything she’s done with sweet kisses and breathy moans.

She wanted it…god she wanted it more than anything

But this wasn’t right.

She furrowed her eyebrows as she gripped your waist, moaning softly as she pulled away from you. You frown in confusion, staring up at her and searching for what might be wrong, what you had done to make her stop.

“What? What is it Els?” And Ellie swears she’s never heard something so sweet, the nickname you had for her like the sweetest melody she’d ever heard.

She sighed, gently pulling away from you as she shook her head. “This isn’t right…” she mumbled softly. She sits down across from you, her legs spread with her elbows resting on her knees, hunched over a bit.

You frown as you watch her, sitting up and adjusting your tank top, suddenly feeling extremely exposed underneath the girls presence. “Do you…not want me?” You mumble softly. Ellie’s eyes are nearly bulging out of her head as she quickly turns to you, grabbing your face and pulling you close as she shakes her head quickly.

“No! God no I….you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of angel…it’s just…” she sighs, her voice raspy before she starts again. “This isn’t how this is supposed to go…you’re worth so much more than what I’ve given to you…I’ve been mean, and selfish and...And I come here expecting you to just forgive me and...and give yourself to me and...it isn't right.." She sighs out. You pout softly as you listen to her, and you are suddenly remembering all of the things that Ellie said, and you can't help but agree that the wounds are still fresh.

She notices how deep in thought you are, and she uses her strong hands to grip your thighs and pull you so you're straddling her lap. She licks her lips, her hands toying with the plush skin of your thighs as you both stay there for a moment, before she breaks the silence.

"Im not going to convince you that you need to stay in the band...if you really want to leave, thats your decision..but..." She sighs softly.

"Let me prove to you that you're what I want...give me one chance to do this the right way, and I promise princess...you won't regret it.." Her voice is raspy, and it reminds you of all the times she would talk to you while you both laid in bed together and you couldn't sleep. It reminds you of all the times Ellie called you on the phone in the middle night, too high and too needy, just so she could hear your voice.

And it reminds you of how in love you are with Ellie Williams..

Your hands slowly go to rest on her shoulders, your fingers toying with the ends of her hair at the nape of her neck, and you can swear you can see the girl visibly glow the second you give her a nod. In an instant, she's pulling you closer and pressing kisses to your neck, in spots that she knows you're extremely ticklish at. You nudge her gently to stop before you both settle down.

"Thank you angel...I promise...I'll do right by you.." She mumbles softly, her pretty green eyes staring at your plush lips before she leans in, pressing the softest, most gentle kiss to them, almost as if she were afraid she'd break you all over again.

why ur ex but not me😞

lets fight n then fuck eachother angry bcs i love myself sum angry sex😘

i could use some sloppy angry sex rn, hair pulling and all that shit 😞

holding my phone w one hand rn. throbbing

game for two | bodyguard!abby anderson x reader

summary : bodyguard!abby walking in on you getting changed into the lingerie that you got because it made her feel flustered (find it in these hcs)

warnings : minors dni, filthy smut with dirty talk (atp writing dirty talk is my forte), teasing, cocky!abby and brat to crybaby reader pipeline strikes again <3 (find it in this request), gun play, fear play, daddy kink, mentions of exhibitionism, use of term slut for reader once, pet names (sweetheart, baby)

a/n : also just wanted to go ahead and thank @milllersfae to request the bodyguard!abby hcs that lead to this post mwah ily tons sweetheart <3

You had known. Of course you had known she was the only one home with the maddening silence boring you to death. Maybe it was that boredom that led to this, at least that's what you'd like to make yourself believe. But you know better than to force your thinking into that.

That fucking blush. The tint in her ears when you practically shoved the tiny powder blue lingerie in her direction– that is the real reason behind this. She'd looked so adorable, stammering at her own words like she wasn't feeling the urge to have you wearing it even more than you did. It was evident on her face, the way she'd cleared her throat and avoided eye contact while still being the one holding the paper bag on the way home...all the while aware of the contents inside.

It's only fair she gets a peek. You wondered to yourself with another twirl in front of the mirror, tugging at the thong that did little to cover your ass. The idea of Abby getting a look at it was exciting enough for your thoughts to trail as you considered the right moment to go surprise her. It's probably time for her dinner anyway, she'll be ordering the same shawarma she does on every weekend shift. Maybe you can do it after she's done with it, take your sweet time as she loses her sanity.

"Have yo—"

"Abby!"

Your hands fly in front of your chest as she breaks in without a care in the world, stopping in her tracks when her eyes meet yours through the mirror on your dresser table. Having the plan you plotted for her sake having upset by Abby herself is confusing at first, then embarrassing when you realise she's staring at your body while being rooted to her spot. With a hand dropping to your side, you turn to face her, inhaling sharply as you notice she's still opting to stare at your ass through the mirror instead of meeting your stare.

There isn't the same sense of shame in her eyes that you'd met with in the store earlier. She almost doesn't look like herself, unwavering gaze making you feel flustered instead. Certainly not what you had in mind, but boy does the clench of her jaw make that worth it.

You know the look, have seen it multiple times on other occasions. It's the one she gives you when you're dancing up close to someone at the club, or when you tease her about something insignificant in the car everytime she's the one driving you. It's always been undeniably obvious that Abby cannot stand you being bratty, and this entire...shenanigan was all because you wanted to be a brat. Things don't seem as exciting as they did a minute ago, even though technically you didn't even get to begin to get on the bratty side of it.

"You're– erm, supposed to knock." You mumble, fiddling with the bow resting above your chest. "It's rude to barge in."

"Should be lucky I was the one who saw you like this," She mutters, eyes following your hands. "besides...can't you close the damn door?"

Lucky isn't exactly what you're feeling at the moment. In your mind, you had expected her to go crazy and end up grabbing you by the waist the moment her eyes landed on what you'd planned. Maybe she was more self-contained than you'd thought. And of course she was. How else could she have resisted the hundreds of times you'd practically thrown yourself at her shamelessly? Either Abby was trying her level best to keep her hands to herself or was never really interested.

The latter idea was hurtful, and you did stupid things when you were hurt.

For the next few seconds, everything happened by its own. You just happened to turn and face her before your feet took you to Abby's direction, happened to brush your chest up against her torso until you could see her chest heave enough for the buttons on her tight shirt to come close to popping open, the casual smirk on your face at the change in her composure also just happened to be there. When her fingers wrap around your arm tight enough to make you flinch and come back to senses, you let that happen as well.

"You think you're funny?" Abby asks with gritted teeth. "First the mall, now this? You know what you're doing and it's damn right not amusing to me."

Your smirk didn't falter in spite of the numbing pain in your upper arm causing your eyes to well up. Abby lets go the moment she notices the same and takes a step back, much to your dismay. You couldn't come close to what you wanted and have it taken away from you. It was getting exhausting to think of her as a mirage in your otherwise monotonous life. You needed– no, you deserved the whole deal.

"It is a little funny," You mutter, taking a step forward to close the distance again. "you're always acting like you have this control over me but...I don't know, look at yourself right now."

A muscle visibly ticks in her jaw at your words, her head tilting to the right. Wouldn't take a lot to break her. She probably has way more pent up frustration than you do, with all your relentless teasing. You've never been more grateful about annoying the life out of someone.

"Don't test me, sweetheart." She whispers. "Supposed to be the one protecting you, it wouldn't be nice to have me as a threat."

Threat would be waiting one more minute without her hands on you, not whatever version of it she has in her head. The rest of her doesn't scare you. She's been around long enough for you to know she couldn't hurt you– although you do know she's capable of it as well. The arms...hell, she could crush you between those.

"Tryin' to scare me, Abs?"

You use the nickname that she always gets slightly flustered listening to. The one you have reserved for long drives back home when you're half-drunk and speaking gibberish that shouldn't even matter to her, yet she listens intently. The one you know makes her hand tighten over the steering wheel, knuckles almost turning white if you draw it out long enough for it to be noticeable.

She'd often scold you to call her by her name, argue that you shouldn't even be having this many conversations with her in the first place. Somewhere along you two just realized this arrangement couldn't just stick to her walking around beside you and protecting you from who knows what, you two had something special. And you'd had enough of denial.

This time, she isn't particularly flustered. Which is surprising since you're completely exposed to her tonight, all she has to do is reach out and have a touch for herself. If she doesn't, it's hard to believe you'll be able to control yourself from throwing at her anyway. She's simply standing there with a hand on her hip– and that's when you notice it, the bulge of her gun resting in her pocket. It's the one thing about her that's always reminded you of the power she holds, that she is in fact capable of so much more than you could imagine. You're already taking a step back, your gulp audible enough for her to smirk. It shouldn't be this simple, believing you had the upper hand for one minute but backing off the moment you realise what she can do.

"Someone else looks scared to me," She whispers, her turn to take a step forward. "Is it the gun, baby? What were you saying? I act like I can control you, right?"

You don't have to be asked twice, she's made it clear just through her demeanor that she'll always be the one in control. Even when she's being teased by you– because deep down you too are always aware of the things she could do to you if she wanted.

By the time you've stepped back enough for your butt to hit the nearest wall, she doesn't look as conflicted as the moment she stepped inside your room. You, on the flip side, have never felt more alarmed by her presence. Your heart is thudding loud enough against your chest for it to make you feel dizzy. And when Abby takes two more long strides, she's already towering you. Her height and the strength it held has always agitated you, that combined with the gun are the things that always remind you to know your place. Which right now would be under her intimidating stare, your back feeling cold with sweat against the wall.

"M'sorry, Ab–Abby," You mumble, almost using the previous name again. "jus' wanted to– y'know, get your attention."

"I know," She responds with a sharp inhale. "don't you get tired of acting like a goddamn slut for me all day, baby? What's with that look? It's true."

You hadn't expected her to be so straightforward with her response. The bitterness in her tone makes you straighten up, although she's still caging you. One hand comes flying to your right, landing with a smack against the wall right next to your face. Your gasp of surprise makes her chuckle, and now you're left feeling stupid for having taken things too far. She couldn't hurt you, no. But she'll enjoy reminding you of it until it's engraved in your head.

"Feel that?"

You shake like a leaf when she leans her body to press you further into the wall. You're so dazed by her body pressing against your almost exposed one that you don't even register her words for a second. Abby hums again and you're brought back to reality, feeling the weight of her pistol in the fabric of her pants right against your hip. The metal is slightly cold despite being covered, you can catch the glimpse of it's grip peeking out. Not an appealing sight.

Noticing your discomfort, she pulls away from your body without withdrawing her hand from the wall. That's somehow worse, to be so close and not even get touched by her. If all that isn't enough, your eyes widen when her other hand makes it's way down her pocket to pull your terrifying enemy out and leaves it exposed. Wide eyes stare at the pistol in fear and confusion as you wait for her to put it aside but Abby only rubs a thumb over it's grip, practically caressing it like a lover's cheek.

"Abby, what sort of joke is that– keep the gun aside, I don't—"

"Don't lecture me about jokes," She barks. "you thought it was funny I was tryin' to keep my control. That didn't work out well now, did it?"

You shake your head at the rhetorical question, trembling as the gun finds your cheek. A scratchy sound from the back of your throat leaves your mouth. The urge to grab hold of her hand is strong but you've seen enough shows about how that situation could go wrong, it'd be better to let her do her thing. It's Abby, you repeat in your head, she could never hurt you.

The metal is still just as cold, you get a whiff of gunpowder once the muzzle comes to rest against your chin and she raises your head up to meet her dark gaze. You flinch when she taps you with it, gasping and averting your gaze behind her head. One wrong move and anything could go terribly wrong. Does she even have any safety lock on?

"That sound," She mumbles thoughtfully. "You make it when you touch yourself shamelessly at night, thinkin' I don't hear you. Wait, no. You do it because you know I can hear you."

Your chest feels heavy in realization. It felt too good in the heat of the moment to matter what she heard. Also, the prospect of her getting turned on by the sounds forced you to keep going. Now, it is only adding on to your fear. You notice the veins on the back of her hand as she grips the pistol hard, now bringing it to your lips and staring at your mouth as if in deep thought.

With a smirk, her other hand leaves the wall to rest against your exposed waist. Abby's thumb is rough in contrast to the skin, doodling figures you can't make out owing to your flustered state. Despite all the fear, you realise the pit in your lower abdomen keeps aching with every passing second. She's touching you now, you dreamed so many nights for a time like this. Not in this exact manner, but it's still Abby and her warm hands. Doesn't matter the other one is holding a gun next to your mouth, you've still managed to get drenched in front of her, because of her.

"Abby, we can let it go n—"

"Shut up," She snarles, gripping your waist tighter. "fucking hell. If I couldn't assume how soaked you are, I'd have fucked that mouth shut with my gun."

You heave a sigh of relief when she takes the gun away from your mouth. It's going to be fine. She'll give you a hard time over getting wet in a situation like this but it's alright. You have it coming for the amount of times you've teased her. It can't get any worse than this. It just can't. It almost feels like you're convincing yourself, because the...determined look in her eyes is doing nothing to relieve your tension.

She's enjoying the fear in your eyes. Her eyes are practically glinting when she reaches into her pocket to grab a tattered piece of cloth and cleans her gun up in front of you, looking down for just a second before she stares at you again. Weird timing to be doing that but you don't complain, the ache between your legs is distracting enough already.

"Get on the bed."

She grunts, taking a step back to give you room. You should complain, argue or at least question what she has in mind. But you're walking towards it blindly, following her order within seconds. You want to convince yourself it's the fear doing this, but you know better. It's the stare. It's the intimidating stare and the numerous ideas it's caused to cloud into your head. Not a single decent one at that.

The mattress dips as you take an uncomfortable seat. It's not everyday you're sitting in lingerie in front of your own bodyguard. Your legs unconsciously raise higher as Abby steps in your direction, calves now tucked under your thighs as you rest your palms over your thighs. It makes you feel strangely obedient, like she's turned you that way just out of fear.

Your back hits the headboard, legs giving away and parting as she skilfully pushes you back with just one hand's shove. The bed creaks under her weight as Abby joins you, muttering something under her breath. Before you have the time to understand it, your body turns completely stiff in realization of her gun resting on your thigh.

Oh. Oh.

"Abby, look." You try to reason. "We can– make something else work, we don't have to do it that way."

"No, no." She responds with a laugh. "This is the only way that works with you. Enough backtalk, baby."

You have to force your mouth shut out of fear, thighs quaking as she uses the muzzle to spread your thighs apart before bringing it up with a devilish smirk. Her smirk falters for a second, you bring yourself to follow her eyes and notice the spot right on top of your thong– the powder blue material has turned dark from wetness, so clearly sopping wet that you have to shut your eyes close out of embarrassment. You knew you were soaked seconds ago, but it couldn't have come to this point. It rarely ever does.

You would've expected her to make a comment on it but she doesn't, focusing on bringing the muzzle to the exact spot and pressing hard enough for your head to fall back with a tremble. You can feel the uneven edges of it rubbing against your drenched folds. Abby presses harder, the metal almost grazing against your swollen clit before she pulls the gun away and you surprise yourself with a whine.

You were enjoying it. Of course you were. It's Abby, you'd enjoy anything she did to you.

She's realized it from the look on your face too. Because the second your eyes open to look at her again, she's got her bottom lip tucked right under her teeth as her spare hand spreads your thighs further for her to get a better view. Your hips buck up as Abby quietly hooks her thumb against the edge of the thong and effortlessly pulls it down, grunting at the string of wetness that sticks to it before being thrown behind her shoulder.

Again. You whine another time when the gun traces your inner thighs in a circle. It doesn't even matter anymore. You need it so painfully bad that it doesn't even feel embarrassing to admit anymore. But Abby knowing that isn't a good look on you, not when she has control over the situation.

"Go ahead," She murmurs, tapping the gun on your thigh. "beg Daddy to fuck your needy cunt with this gun, you know you want to."

Busted already. And to think you could keep it in.

"Ab– Daddy, please do it–" You stammer, realizing you've started to tear up from the ache. "m'sorry, didn't mean to act up. Just– mh, just wanted your attention."

She hums in response, your whine dying down into a long drawn moan when the gun's head meets your pussy with a sound that could make anyone feel ashamed for themselves. It's pathetic and you know it. Yet you can't have enough. Needy hips buck into it for more friction and Abby pushes you down with a huff, smacking the gun over your folds and making you whimper.

You're surprised when she bends down to press a kiss against your temple, although you can't think much of it when the muzzle begins to tease your entrance. It's really happening, she's about to get you off on her gun.

Your body is limp under her touch as Abby reaches behind to undo the clasp of your bra, the straps falling down effortlessly. She shoves a cup down, teasing your nipples with her knuckles the very second her gun enters inside you in one thrust. You can't stop yourself from crying out from the combination of sensations. You squirm as she picks up her speed shoving it in further until she's fucked into you to the brim and has to pull out again.

"Fucking hell," She whispers. "you're just– clenching around it, aren't you? You think I can make you cum on it too, slut?"

You nod helplessly, already well acquainted with the fact that you could let go any minute. The tightness in your belly has been troubling since she touched you. The metal warms against your hot temperature with every noisy thrust. If it wasn't for those sounds combined with the ones escaping from your lips, you could hear the growl deep in her chest when she began to fuck you closer to your orgasm.

The gun's sliding out with less effort now, despite your occasional clenching whenever she breathes heavily into your ear. You haven't even realised there's no more of it you can possibly take till she twists it around and the trigger guard begins to brush up against your clit. There's no way you can last with that grazing you alongside the muzzle heating your special spot.

"Mm–Mhm, wanna—" You rasp with another tremble. "wanna cum now, please—"

"I'd have preferred teasin' you through it." She murmurs, making you panic. "Not now, don't worry. Maybe with my mouth later. Gonna have to be loud, though. Like the times you've teased me."

It is loud when it happens. Louder than those times, less controlled too. Abby fortunately doesn't toy with you when the climax hits, the trigger guard keeps brushing over your clit as the gun explores all the way to regions you've never discovered by your own fingers. Your diminishing self-control loses any sense of restraint as you moan her name all the way till the panting subsides and realization hits.

Your neck feels numb as you look down at the gun retrieving from inside your sore pussy, wet from your juice. Fucked out as you might be, you take the signal of opening your mouth when she taps the gun on it. It tastes and smells like you, although there's still a hint of the gunpowder from earlier.

Abby looks proud of your actions, to say the least. She's got an unreadable smile to her face when she pulls the gun back and into her pants. You can't complain, your focus coming back to the soreness between your legs. A desperate whine leaves your lips when she stands up with her hands on her hips— not before flicking your clit under her thumb and chuckling at your flinch.

"Get some rest," She mumbles. "your parents are gonna be home any minute, I'm guessing. Don't worry, we'll have a lot of time on our hands later."

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aot characters at the eras tour

a/n: spent HOURS talking about aot characters at the eras tour with @seeingivy inspired a little by her roommates series ... do with this information as you will.

eren:

• somehow gets kicked out of the arena and is outside with jean

• he loves ME! and is so serious about it. asks everyone if it’s on the set and gets confused why they’re laughing at him

• probably gets a lot of friendship bracelets but doesn’t know any of the inside jokes shoves it in mikasa face i got something you don’t

• arguing with jean about that his TREE friendship bracelet means "bro deadass do you know? JEAN WHAT IS TREE"

jean:

• he’s a harry stan didn't get the hype until historia and connie made him watch the reputation stadium tour and he’s in love.

• found out girls flock to him if he says one taylor reference. so he asks reiner and historia for all the lore and what not to say.

• basically he studied the set and stands outside the stadium swaying hoping a girl comes up to him.

• makes fun of eren for not knowing anything but is so confused on what a (taylor's version) is.

armin:

• the designated merch buyer, sends the gc chat of his journey.

"hey guys armin here its been three hours still a lot of people"

• cries during the folklore/evermore set

• loves predicting the secret songs

connie:

• he is a TOE stan and passes everyone TOE friendship bracelets

• he dresses up as olivia ( taylor’s cat ) at one show

• somehow ends up at like ten of her shows gets 22 hat from taylor and will never let any of the girls live it down.

• he is a karma stan and knows the dance

reiner:

• this man knows the lore, like all of it

• he finds easter eggs like no other but like didn’t believe in the speak now is next theory. even with all the hints.

• this man got on the news for loving the willow dance and defends it like “if it’s witchcraft than i wanna join”

mikasa:

• she breaks up with eren during the man set and ft him to sing it with connie by her side

• has matching tree pain bracelets with reiner and eren is still on about the tree. she messes with him telling him its because of hunger games.

• ok she is a low key a lost album believer and wears subtle acorn earrings

• she’s the one who was caught screaming I WANNA BE A CHAIR during vigilante shit.

sasha:

• dressed up as a key lime green dog.

• SHE IS A RED GIRLIE

• she also went to a lot of the shows connie got into and dresses up as meredith taylor’s cat

annie:

• she has an on-going bet with connie on the secret songs since opening night

• LOVES fearless even wore a gold dress for the concert

• she met the bejeweled guy <3

• got dragged to a show with connie and sasha and she dressed up at benji taylor’s cat.

ymir:

• ymir is a delicate stan and like makes sure the whole group do the 1 2 3 LETS GO BITCH

• believes in kiss gate. and wears a shirt that says looking camp right in the eye.

• historia and her foaming at the mouth at the mouth during vigilante shit

historia:

• OKAY LAST MINUTE she decided to go as a lighter to pair with connie going as the lover house

• hated eren for wanting ME! like silent treatment for a week because eren kept wondering if it was in the set. she told him taylor burned down the lover house because ME! is never gonna be played.

• went FERAL for vigilante shit and could not keep her eyes off the garter.

luci’s masterlist

🦢: smut 🩰: fluff 🎀: angst

attack on titan

❥ mikasa ackerman

♥︎ — academic rival + bully!mikasa 🦢

❥ sasha braus

♥︎ — pussy starved!sasha 🦢

❥ historia reiss

♥︎ — nothing here yet

❥ annie leonhardt

♥︎ — nothing here yet

❥ ymir

♥︎ — nothing here yet

❥ pieck finger

♥︎ — nothing here yet

the last of us

❥ ellie williams

♥︎ — nothing here yet

❥ abby anderson

♥︎ — nothing here yet

life is strange

❥ chloe price

♥︎ — nothing here yet

❥ rachel amber

♥︎ — nothing here yet

arcane

❥ caitlyn kiramman

♥︎ — nothing here yet

yellowjackets

❥ natalie scatorccio

♥︎ — nothing here yet

no chances part five | ellie williams

pairing: ellie williams x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on and off the court. warnings: i keep forgetting to add to this that i am totally ditching the way the game is played like i am rlly making up my own rules, their teams have gone against no one else lol ITS FOR THE PLOT OKKKKK just pretend!! as always, explicit sexual descriptions, ellie gets head, reader gets mouth finger combo, kinda sex in public? they almost get caught but in a hot way, car sex, they smoke again but its brief, foul language, mean!ellie in this part, mean girls make an appearance, and angst :( authors note: sorry

today was the last game of the season, tensions were high as the buses rode into the parking lot. ellie was parked in the far corner as she always is, she watched diligently from her car as your team spilled out of the bus. chatting amongst yourselves and ellie spotted you in the crowd of people, smiling and passing jokes between teammates. even from so far away you could see her as you turned your head, the spot in the parking lot being all too familiar as of recently. your smile didn’t fade but it went from friendly to snarky really fast and before you could stare for too long, you returned your attention to your friends and went inside the building. 

it had been almost nine weeks since ellie had driven you home, the coldness vanished into spring and with it the end of the volleyball season. your teammates have noticed a shift in you since that night in your dorm with ellie. the normal level of your competitiveness with her had risen to uncharted territory and ellie wasn’t one to back down. despite the screaming fits across the court, the very obviously personal plays against one another and the overall hatred you both had against each other, neither of you could keep yourselves away from the other. it had become a ritual for you two, verbally assaulting one another to the extremes and then somehow finding yourself in the bathroom with her, or in her car, on the rare occasion in either of your dorms. 

regardless of both of you admitting that whatever it was that you felt for one another, it seemed like that conversation by her car never happened. or maybe it was just lust. maybe it was just a competitive fling. at least that’s what you told yourself, or she would have done something about her feelings by now, wouldn’t she?

that first game after the night in your dorm had been tantalizing in every way possible. ellie showed no mercy on the court, spiking the ball on you over and over again only for you to return the same energy. you two had always given each other stare downs through the white net, but now it was different. you mostly stared at her hands, the same hands that had been inside of you causing you to breathlessly say her name. they taunted you without her having to try, and ellie couldn’t stop seeing the doe eyes that stared into her while you rode her thigh. and it felt natural when she had pulled you into the bathroom when the game ended, locking the door behind her. 

you had looked at her innocently, as if asking why she had brought you in there. she rolled her eyes before her hands found your hips, pulling you into her, and she spoke into your neck, “you look at me like that all game and think i won’t do anything about it?” 

and that was only week one. 

the next week had been a particularly rough game for ellie. your team had won and it wasn’t a close game by any means, leaving her frustrated with herself and you found her by her car smoking yet again. “licking your wounds?” you mocked, leaning against her car as she inhaled the smoke, a devilish smile on your face.

“yeah, whatever–” she tried to dismiss you, but you came up beside her. you took the joint from her fingers and she let you. you hit it slowly, not breaking eye contact as you did and suddenly her sullen demeanor shifted as she watched you. it wasn’t long before the joint was cast aside and you were in her backseat, slotted between her legs and pulling her shorts down. ellie cursed as your tongue made contact with her pussy, relieving her of any stress from the game. her hands tangled in your hair and rocking her lips to the movements of your tongue, she couldn’t help but succumb to your touch and let herself come undone as you pushed your fingers inside of her. 

another week would go by, another frustrating game played and you made eye contact with her while she sipped on her water by the bench. your eyebrows raised and it was seconds before she was making her way to the bathroom down the hall, you followed behind only a minute later. she leaned against the wall opposite the door when you entered the room, letting the door swing shut behind you. you didn’t waste another second, your hands snaking around the back of her neck connecting your mouths for sloppy, desperate kisses. she had picked you up by your thighs, carrying you over and sitting you down on top of the sink and spreading your legs apart. her hand cupped your cunt through your shorts while she left wet kisses down your neck, all of her pent up desire for you spilling out. 

you weren’t able to conceal how good it felt when her hand slipped under the hem of your shorts, finding how wet you had already become. a string of moans escaping you while she rubbed circles on your clit and it was music to her ears. she had removed her hand, pulled down your shorts and was nose deep in your cunt when a knock came from the bathroom door. she didn’t stop, even when one of your teammates called your name and you fought to sound coherent. 

“the buses are leaving, are you coming?” ellie smirked at the words your teammates had used as you caught your breath, gripping the counter you sat on to ground yourself the best you could. 

“i’ll g-get a r-ride!” you had yelled back, eyes rolling and just wishing they would leave already, but they continued to speak through the door as ellie’s tongue was bringing you closer and closer. 

“are you sure?” 

without taking her mouth off of your throbbing clit, ellie slid her finger into you, causing your breathing to hitch and an embarrassing squeak came out of your mouth. “y-yeah–” was all you could say in response. ellie knew you’d have a hard time keeping quiet and it was all the more fun for her watching you squirm to remain silent while her fingers pulsed in and out of you. she brought her face back up to yours, still pumping like her life depended on it. she covered your mouth with her free hand, just in case they were still waiting by the door. 

“you can let it out now,” she whispered in your ear with a slight chuckle, feeling your cunt clench around her fingers. she knew your body all too well at this point and you groaned into her hand as you finished. 

ellie knew that she was playing with fire, but in any context you clouded her mind so much that she indulged any chance she could. whether it was a good game or a bad one, she started to look forward to what happened after and not so much the games themselves. knowing that at the end of the night she would have you screaming her name with that desperate tone she loved so much. it consumed her, you consumed her. she didn’t want to think about how you felt about it, obviously she knew you liked it as much as she did but was it her? or how she made you feel? 

she didn’t realize you were thinking about her as much as she was. the week feeling excruciatingly long before each game and in weak moments touching yourself to the thought of her, whispering her name to yourself as you would finish wishing it was her instead of yourself. but you both kept up the act of hating one another, to everyone around you and even between yourselves. teasing, mocking and yelling back and forth became a game. who could make the other more frustrated before the final whistle blew and then taking it out on each other after. 

it had been nine weeks of fucking till you could barely walk and now it was all coming to an end and you found yourself dreading the game to come. you didn’t talk to her about it once, fearing if you did it would all come to a stop but now that the season was ending you couldn’t help but think about what was to happen. you strode into the gymnasium, your team buzzing with excitement but your eyes were glued to the doors. 

the whistle indicating the start of the game rang in your ears, and ellie was nowhere to be seen. your eyes scanned over the faces of the people on the other side of the net and her auburn hair was missing from her usual spot in the back row. she was replaced by another teammate and your eyebrows furrowed together, biting your lip in thought. you recalled seeing her by her car in the parking lot, so where was she now? 

deciding to just let it be, the game started. thanks to ellie’s absence, scoring points for your team was easy as the replacement libero had no idea how to counter your plays. it almost felt unfair. it felt like seconds had passed and the coaches called for a break, but when you looked at the clock it had been an hour and she still hadn’t shown her face. during the break, you left the gym to refill your water and were met with a few of ellie’s teammates. 

“hey, where’s ellie?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking but keeping your voice monotone, pressing your water into the fountain and letting it fill to the top. 

a girl with short black hair turned around from her conversation, looking you up and down. “we thought you’d be happy she wasn’t here,” she spoke with a laugh, but not a friendly one.

the girl she was talking to chimed up from behind her with a nasty tone, “yeah, i mean it’s working in your favor isn’t it?” maybe ellie wasn’t the meanest person on her team. 

you rolled your eyes while you capped your water bottle. a sigh left you a little harsher than need be before you started walking back to the gym, feeling embarrassed that you even asked. but as your hands met the metal of the gym doors, your head turned to the exit doors at the end of the hallway. it wouldn’t hurt to check, right? 

backing up from the gym doors you made your way down the hallway. you could hear her teammates laughing as you did and it felt like they were laughing at you, so you rushed out of the doors before you could hear anything else. the spring air was refreshing and even though it was well past eight o’clock, the sun was just setting. your eyes immediately focused on the back corner of the lot and her car sat idle in it’s spot, although you couldn’t see her anywhere. 

you lazily went down the steps and into the lot, following the breeze all the way to her car. as you approached it, you realized it was on, the gentle hum of the engine becoming louder the closer you got. coming up on the passenger side you could see her sitting in the driver's seat, staring blankly at the phone in her hand. confused, you tapped on her window lightly and she looked up from her phone. your hand gestured for her to roll down her window and ellie sighed deeply before obliging. the window came down slowly and she returned her focus to her phone, you didn’t want to look but your eyes had a mind of their own and you could see she was just scrolling through twitter. 

“are you gonna come inside or…?” you asked, your hand gesturing for you. 

she didn’t look up from her phone, “probably not–” 

“why?” 

“because.” she said matter-of-factly, her thumb swiping up on her feed. she wasn’t even reading it. 

“my team is winning, you know,” you teased, leaning down and into her open window, your forearms pressing against the uncomfortable door. you didn’t know why, but you felt like she would be receptive to your teasing as she always is, but again she didn’t even look at you, “hello? earth to ellie?” 

“good for you guys,” her tone was flat. 

you scoffed, standing up straight and pulling at her door handle. the car door opened and you planted yourself in her passenger seat, pulling the door closed behind you with a slam. she finally looked up at you as your body turned to face hers. “the hell is wrong with you?”

“nothin’,” she said nonchalantly, returning her gaze to her phone. your eyes rolled and you reached over, plucking the phone from her hands and tossing it in the backseat. “the fuck?” she half yelled, looking into the back seat and seeing her phone fall to the floor with a thump. 

“why aren’t you playing?” you inquired again, peering into her eyes as they returned to you. 

ellie pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a deep breath, “i just don't want to, okay? go back inside.” what ellie didn’t want to admit was that she was paralyzed with the realization that the season was ending and along with it, the fucked up relationship you two had. all of her feelings she had repressed for months bubbling over but she threw aside any thought of asking you out. embarrassed with how many hateful words came out of her mouth directed at you, embarrassed that she had let it go this far to begin with and overall she felt like that would be the last thing you wanted; to be with her. childishly, she felt if she remained in her car nothing would end and it would be like this forever. but time doesn’t work like that. 

your tongue poked your cheek as you thought about her words, not believing a single one of them. “and your scholarship?” 

she sighed again, this time your name pouring out of her mouth along with it, “leave me alone, please.”

“ellie, just tell me–” 

“oh my god, it’s you,” she finally admitted, remembering a similar conversation you both had at the beginning of the season and now realizing why you were so adamant on not talking about it. 

“you’re skipping the last game because of me?” you asked, almost disappointed in her. ellie felt a wave of shame wash over her with your words and quickly returned to being defensive. 

“you got your answer, now get out of my car–” she yelled, motioning for you to leave, looking right into your eyes. your own eyes widened just a bit, a burning sensation building in your chest with her tone. she hadn’t been this nasty with you in so long, you were able to handle anything she said to you during games but as of recently, she had never been this mean to you. your shocked silence filled her with regret but she had already gone too far so she doubled down. she yelled your name,  “–get the fuck out!” 

your hand reached for the handle while still holding her gaze and you fought back the tears that threatened to spill out. it was obvious that you were, ellie could see your breathing pattern dysregulating and your blinking had slowed but it was most obvious in your eyes as they glossed over from the wetness. she had never felt more guilty than right now watching as you turned to leave. 

you opened the door, pulling yourself out of her car and made your voice sound normal even with the lump that settled in your throat,“i liked it better when we actually hated each other–” you slammed her door shut, not looking back while you walked back up to the building.

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