SUCKER — PROLOGUE, Something New

★ go to town.

content warnings: smut, smut, smut. not for the weak. umm. you suck ellie’s strap, sooo... strap-on usage, graphic depictions of ( reader!giving ) oral sex, masturbation, orgasm, insane dirty talk from ellie. she, like, very much has a fantasy of having a penis, i guess? general mentions and graphic depictions of sex + just very strong language overall. 18+ MDNI.

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“SO PRETTY WHEN I’M IN YOUR THROAT, BABE.”

. . . .

what had started out as a few soft kisses—your girlfriend perched on the edge of the bed in just her sports bra and jeans, legs spread just enough to keep you close, the rough denim brushing your bare thighs—quickly turned into something else entirely. something heavier, more desperate. the air between you shifted with a jolt, thickening when she leaned up to press a quick kiss to your lips— then another. and another. you’d honestly expected nothing more than to press your lips to hers a couple of times, maybe smooth a loving hand over her jaw and through her hair, before disappearing into the bathroom to take the shower you had been looking forward to all day. some innocent kisses, that was all. but it seemed a few chaste pecks just weren’t going to cut it. it hadn’t taken you long to sense it—by the way her palms gripped your hips, long fingers smoothing over your hipbones as her tongue slipped into your mouth—that innocence wasn’t what ellie craved.

when you pulled away from the kiss and found her gaze again, you were met with the kind of transfixing glint that flickered in the mossiness of her irises and spiralled outward into the darkness of her pupils. without saying another word and barely even giving you enough time to take a breath, ellie pulled you back in—this kiss longer. deeper. her grip tightened on your hips for a moment before sliding down to squeeze and scoop at the fleshy roundness of your asscheeks.

the sound of her name twisted into the small gasp that climbed your throat and fell straight into her mouth, landing on her tongue as you felt it flick against yours again with that same feather-light touch. “gotta go shower…” you managed to whisper. ellie broke the kiss, only to press her lips to the corner of your mouth and trail slow, deliberate kisses across your cheek to your ear.

“mm-mm,” you felt her shake her head slightly against the side of your face, hands pulling you closer, until there was no space left. “stay…”

“come on, els...” you were putting up a terrible fight—honestly, it was pathetic. any tiny morsel of resolve that may have sprouted from your desire to step into a warm shower after being on your feet all day had withered immediately when you felt the warmth of your girlfriend’s lips graze against the curve of your earlobe. “...water’s on…”

“so let it run,” her voice poured into your ear, thick and syrupy. “…need you here.”

your eyes fell closed as she spoke, as she touched you. you gripped her shoulders, trying to steady yourself against the intensity of her hold. any time she alluded to wanting you first— with words that teetered on the edge of desperation, laced with such faux-submissive admittance—you became putty in her hands, and she knew it. that’s exactly why she did it. the only way she’d let you disappear into that bathroom was when she was finished with you—preferably with her in tow. but right now, she had you exactly where she wanted you, and you weren’t about to fight her off—not even if you tried.

“…need you on my cock.”

it wasn’t every day that ellie used her strap on you. she usually favoured fingering you— multiple fingers, knuckle deep in your pussy—until you were writhing around on the bed beneath her, the aftermath of your multiple orgasms spilling between the intricate ink on her forearm. but, on the days she chose to switch things up, she always referred to it as her cock. you loved it— the term always felt so rare, almost forbidden and charged with such explicit undertones that it made your skin prickle. her cock, as if the silicone toy was a part of her, connected to every nerve ending, every pleasure receptor. but ellie didn’t want you to be fooled—her inconsistency was never a sign of indifference, of disinterest. she loved being inside you; watching your folds envelop her length like it was made for you, your cunt swallowing every inch of it, right down to the base, greedy for the feeling of being stuffed full of her. and as the words left her lips, warmth bloomed in your lower tummy, a familiar tightness radiating in your clit.

the shadow of a smile pulled at your lips, barely visible as you chewed on the inside of your cheek. “but, my shower…” you turned your head slightly, the faint sound of running water hitting the tile creeping into the bedroom. honestly, the shower was now a half-formed thought compared to what ellie had just planted in your head, but your girlfriend didn’t need to know that. there you stood, in nothing but your underwear and a teasing smile, feigning interest in steam and suds while every nerve in your body was tuned to her. you threaded your fingers into the back of her hair, combing the strands through your digits and pressing a gentle kiss to the only part of her forehead you could reach.

“mm-mm. shower can wait,” she mumbled into your neck, her lips leaving open-mouthed kisses against your pulse point. she could feel it thumping against the thin skin, and this made her laugh wickedly against you. “yeah, you know as well as i do that this shower can wait.” she repeated, pulling away to look up at you while giving your ass a light slap. she smiled in response to the definitive grin that eventually settled on your lips, then moved one hand to grip your wrist in one fluid motion to stop you sliding your thumb inside the band of your underwear. “hold on,” she breathed. “will fuck you— want to fuck you— god, gonna make you feel so good—”

“—but...?” you probed her to finish, desperate to know what she was getting at, and that was the only time that she took a moment from her rambling to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts with a small sigh. then, she found your gaze again through her lashes.

“…but. i wanna put it in your mouth, first.”

her words hit low, hot enough to burn a hole straight through your lower stomach. your tongue flicked out to wet your bottom lip, and you swallowed hard, trying to soothe the scratchiness that was suddenly in your throat. to smother that feeling that bubbled amongst your insides. not nerves— you weren’t nervous. this was deeper, more raw. like adrenaline tangled with lust—fascination set on fire. but you weren’t going to let that show. instead, you simply tilted your head raised an eyebrow. “you do?”

ellie nodded slowly. “fuck, baby, you don’t know how badly i want to. know you’ll look so pretty…” she blinked up at you. “…think about it all the time.”

you couldn’t help but grin at that, teeth on full show as you nodded back at her. it only took four simple words to tip the moment into something heavier— “shower can definitely wait.", and you swore you had never seen that girl move faster— like your instructions had snapped the last thread of her mental restraint, or what was left of it. she stretched over the entire length of the mattress, her movements swift but purposeful, and you watched as she rummaged blindly through the bottom drawer of her bedside table before retrieving her strap-on— six inches of smooth, electric blue silicone that you swore almost glowed in the dimly lit room.

she rose from the bed, yanking off her jeans and plaid briefs quicker than you could really process, before stepping into the harness and adjusting it to fit comfortably around her hips and upper thighs. you watched, mesmerised, gaze lingering over every part of her. sure, you’d seen her do this before, but there was something about this particular instance that made your pulse pick up against your neck up all over again. perhaps it was the way the warm bathroom light trickled through the crack in the door, mingling with the steamy heat of the shower. or maybe it was just the way she was moving— a raw confidence in every extension of her limbs, every subtle shift of her feet, her body taut with anticipation. perhaps it was both of those things— perhaps it was neither. or maybe it was simply because you knew you were about to have your girlfriend’s cock in your mouth for the first time ever, and frankly, you couldn’t wait.

she had barely even made a dent in the mattress when you lowered yourself to the floor in front of her. ellie tilted her chin slightly, gaze fixed on you unapologetically while her tongue rolled against the inside of her cheek, drinking in the way you looked— so pretty, so ready for her. reaching a hand out, she pushed your hair from your forehead, the pad of her thumb smoothing over the soft skin. “is this okay?” she questioned, her voice low, barely above a whisper. even in moments like this — when she was so turned on she could barely catch her breath, arousal already threatening to pour out of her, she always wanted to make sure you were comfortable. raising an eyebrow as you nodded, ellie mirrored your movements. “yeah? and you’re okay?”

you shuffled a little closer on your knees, eyes locked on hers the whole time. “mm-hm. are you?” you teased, and jesus fuck, she was sure she had never been more okay with something in her entire life. you were a picture before her, pupils blown wide as your gaze flickered between her face and her cock. you looked so pretty and eager, she felt like she might burst. the light from the bedside table behind her cast a soft shadow across your face—the length of her cock stretching in silhouette over your chin, your lips, your nose—and the sight made her chuckle.

she eased back onto the bed, resting on her elbows, eyes never leaving you. she didn’t want to miss a thing. “go ahead, baby. go to town.”

and that was exactly what you planned to do. you took a breath, breaking eye contact for only a split second as you leaned in, letting the tip of your nose brush against her, then locking eyes with her again. you didn’t waste much time, licking a slow stripe from the middle of her cock and dragging it upward before encircling the wet muscle around the head. you did this once, twice, three times, your eyes never leaving ellie’s— watching as hers darkened at the sight of you.

she huffed, extending an arm to gather your hair in one hand, keeping it out of your face while muttering something about how she “knew you’d look so fucking hot like this”. you pulled back just a hair’s breadth before opening your mouth more, and enveloping the full upper third of her cock between your lips.

you took her deeper, humming in quiet surprise when you felt the tip of the strap skim the back of your throat already. pausing for a moment, you allowed your mouth to adjust around her before continuing, eyes never leaving ellie’s face— studying it. she was transfixed, watching as everything she’d fantasised about over and over again unfolded right in front of her. her grip tightened around your hair, the other fisting an abundance of the duvet beside her, and as you pulled yourself back, lips still enclosed around her, she spoke again, “that’s right, baby. do it just like that...”.

the praise sent heat spiraling through you, your cunt beginning to expel the wetness it had been trying so hard to keep in—arousal now shamelessly pooling in your underwear. her words just spurred you on further, just as she knew they would, and you sank back down again, taking even more of her into your mouth this time.

she was big—you knew that already from those few times she’d been inside you, but this was something else entirely. you could feel yourself starting to drool, saliva so apparent in your mouth that you weren’t surprised when began to trickle down your chin, wetting ellie’s dick in the process. you continued like that for a minute longer; letting her control the tension, letting her watch, secretly loving the way she kept gathering and re-gathering your hair in her hand as if she was frightened to miss a single second, before finally pulling back.

she slipped from your mouth with a soft pop, your jaw aching and the back of your hand coming up to wipe your chin. ellie exhaled, eyes fixed on your mouth before flicking up to find yours. “that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever fucking seen,” she whispered after a second, breathless and releasing your hair just to gently brush it back over your shoulders with the lightest touch. “view alone’s enough to make me cum...”

the ache between your legs was becoming impossible to ignore, leaving you with nothing to do but chew your lip in response. even though ellie wasn’t able to feel it—not in the way this little charade was mimicking, anyway—her reactions told a different story. the way her jaw clenched, fingers strangling the sheets, how her breath hitched when you swirled your tongue around the silicone tip like it was real. it was all so convincing—so much so, that it made your head spin. as if every motion, every hollow of your cheeks sent waves of pleasure through her body. you both knew it was all in her head, but fuck, somehow that only made it hotter. ellie’s brain couldn't seem to decipher between your mouth working the cool silicone of her strap, and your mouth on her—each time you sank lower, the base of her strap nudging her swollen clit, her hips twitched in response. it was clear to you that your few minutes of light work had her teetering on the edge already.

you watched her from beneath your lashes as you leaned down and whispered, flush against her cock, “hmmm—love having you in my mouth, els.”.

she chuckled lowly at that, chest rising and falling slowly, but still charged with undeniable urgency. she twirled a piece of your hair lazily around her finger, her other arm propping her up on one elbow. “yeah? knew you would. knew you’d be so good at it, too.”

the way she said it—so casually commanding—sent another throb of heat straight to your clit. you were surprised you weren't dripping onto the floor— shit, maybe you were. the tip of your tongue teased the underside of her now, slow but oh so deliberate, and you whispered again, “mm-hm. s’making me so wet...” you glanced up at her. “...wanna touch myself.”

ellie's eyes darkened immediately, and you felt her fingers tightening in your hair, sliding up to grip a handful from the back of your skull, enough to make your scalp sting. she pulled your head back just a little, gentle but firm, and her voice followed lowly. “oh my god.” she tried her hardest not to smile, head tipping to the side as she watched as your hand already began reaching for the space between your legs. “well, don’t let me stop you. know you’re desperate. show me what you do when you think i’m not around.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, hand slipping into the band of your underwear in one fluid motion. a long sigh left your lips as the pads of your fingers began working against your slick clit in tight, desperate circles, your head falling back very slightly.

ellie’s eyes darted between your face and the space between your legs where your fingers disappeared— just hidden enough to drive her crazy; too dark to see as much as she wanted to, and god, she wanted to. her hand didn’t leave your hair, guiding you back down almost immediately. she moved her cock toward your mouth, coaxing rather than demanding, and the tip brushed your bottom lip. you opened for her without hesitation, a needy sound slipping from you—a hybrid of a whimper and a plea—something ellie couldn’t quite place, but which made her jaw tense and her walls clench. you took her back into your mouth, inch by inch—then deeper down your throat, little by little, fingers still relieving your swollen clit.

you moaned around her, and the low vibration travelled through the silicone and brushed against her clit. the unexpected jolt of pleasure made ellie’s breath catch in her throat, eyebrows furrowing. “ohmyfucking—” her free hand flew straight to her mouth, teeth sinking into her knuckle immediately as she curled it between her lips. somewhere amid the wet sounds of spit around her cock and the sight of your fingers buried between your thighs, ellie was sure she was about to pass out. she kept herself propped up with sheer muscle alone, abs burning, arms trembling, but she was so desperate to keep watching you she didn’t care about the pain, she could not stop watching— would not. not when you looked like that.

her breath was shallow, teeth still biting into her knuckle as she watched you; the way you had begun whining around her, how your hips twitched, and the rhythmic dips of your hand between your legs picked up every time your mouth slid back down on her cock... were you—shit, you were. you were fucking yourself. she just knew, and god, was it a sight to behold. “so pretty when i’m in your throat, babe,” she breathed, hand dropping from her mouth as she propped herself up again on her elbow. “so sexy when you fuck yourself for me. mouth full of my cock, fingers in your pussy— god, that’s it, baby. that’s it, love makin’ me feel good, hmm?” she tilted her head to get a better look as you continued, her mouth falling open at the sight of you. “oh, fuck. wish i could cum for you, wish i could pull out and cum all over that pretty face.”

ellie wasn’t even entirely sure if she was talking for your sake or hers, anymore— either way, she couldn’t stop. she didn’t even know if she was making sense. she just knew that it was getting her off, and that it was definitely getting you off, basking in the moans that left you as she spoke.

your fingers were now pistoning in and out of your hole, so much so that both you and ellie could hear the squelching that was coming from your movements as you chased your release. you were so close— ellie could feel it, could see it in the way you were barely holding onto eye contact, your desperate sounds of an imminent orgasm vibrating against her cock. you pulled back from her, far enough to take a breath, but close enough to keep the ribbons of spit that stretched between the two of you intact, and gasped. “ohmy—god, gonna—gonnafuckingcum.”

ellie’s grip on your hair tightened, her fingers pressing deeper into your scalp. “fuck, yeah. lean back for me, let me see you.” her voice was caught somewhere between a command and a plea, but you did as she said and immediately shifed your weight from your knees to your heels. you leaned back just enough that your thighs spread wider, and the space between them finally became visible to your girlfriend. with your free hand, you hooked a finger around the edge of your cotton underwear and pulled them aside to reveal all. as if she didn’t think she could get any hornier, that action alone and the sight of your glistening pussy earned both a heavy sigh and a desperate moan from ellie— one she had no interest in covering up. “oooh— there she is,” the girl leaned forward, getting as close to you as she could without actually joining you on the floor. her eyes found yours, and that was where they stayed, dark and expectant. “go on, baby. keep going, don’t fucking stop. wanna watch you cum just like this.”

you didn't stop—couldn’t. even if you’d tried. your fingers moved faster now, curled, and slippery, and frantic, hitting that spongey spot that ellie had taught you to find. her voice didn’t let up, but instead pushed you further, right into the cusp of that white-hot edge. “oh my god, you’re so close. aren’t you?” “y-yes!” “yeah,” she murmured, eyes flicking between your cunt and your face, savouring it all. “god, wanna put my hands on you so bad. wanna put my cock in you so bad, make you cum again— all over it, baby.”

a smile spread over her face as she saw the effect her words had on you—well, the ones that weren’t getting lost in the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind. your moans climbed higher, getting breathier by the second as your head lolled backwards and forwards in a pathetic attempt at a nod. your hips stuttered against your fingers, walls clenching and the pressure tightening more and more in your stomach. ellie stared, like you might vanish altogether if she blinked, her chin propped in her hand and hips rocking against the weight of her strap at that perfect angle as she braced herself for what was about to come— literally.

and then it hit. your eyes clung onto ellie’s for as long as they could before rolling back into your head as your climax ripped through you. they squeezed shut, body trembling and breath catching on a long moan as your fingers continued to pump in and out of your quivering hole, which tightened with every stroke. ellie’s hips continued to buck, almost uncontrollably now, against her cock as she watched you cum, her own eyelids turning heavy as the long orgasm washed over you. you were gorgeous; the slightest sheen of sweat covered your forehead, chin still slick with spit, face flushed, and she could see the wetness that covered your fingers every time they caught the light.

the sight of you alone was enough to tip her over the edge, clit pulsating with every small brush of her strap as she fucked against it now. that alone was enough to send her hurtling into her own orgasm, which presented itself in a mess of frantic hip movements and heavy moans, most of which were sucked through gritted teeth. “shit— oh, fuck!”

your body crumpled with the weight of your orgasm, fingers slipping from between your legs as aftershocks rolled through your body in supersonic waves. every nerve was raw, and you let yourself slump forwards to lean the side of your face against ellie’s knee. the sight made her laugh through ragged breaths, and she watched your thighs twitch and listened intently as the small noises of relief and post-orgasm bliss left you.

“jesus christ,” she muttered through another laugh, her voice hoarse. she combed her fingers through your hair, unsticking the strands from your face and tilting her head to look at you. “hey, pretty. you alive in there?”

you nodded slowly, eyes peeling open to look up at her; lids heavy, rendering her a hazy, pulsating mass before your vision finally adjusted to her gorgeous features properly. “just about.” a breathless laugh left your lips, and you watched ellie’s mouth twitch in response. her long fingers continued to rake across your temple and through your hair, so gentle that it almost distracted from the shit-eating grin that had spread itself over her face. “good. glad i didn’t kill you before i got to fuck you again,” she wrinkled her nose. “kind of a mood killer.”

your eyes widened for a second, and you slowly lifted your head from her knee to look at her vertically now. “romantic,” you whispered, eyebrows furrowing as she slid her hand into yours, and you realised she had meant everything she just said. “babe, you’re serious?”

this earned an utterly casual shrug from the girl. “dead serious.” she rose from the bed, harness still secured around her waist, and helped haul you upright until you were on your feet— albeit on shaky legs. “but, if you’re too fucked out... i can always just shower with you. wash your hair, get between your thighs...” she lowered her chin. “...try real hard not to slip inside you.”

you exhaled, biting your lip; ellie’s eyes dropped, catching the movement— an undeniable tell. she grinned even wider. “see? you’re thinking about it, i know you are.” and her smartass tone of voice made you roll your eyes.

“ellie, i’m half a person right now—” you stopped yourself, still gripping onto her hand with a small smile. “—actually, not even half. a third, at most— and you expect me to go again?”

ellie’s eyes trailed over your face, checking for any signs of real doubt, but she was sure she knew you better than that. “can carry you. if you want?” she dipped her head into the valley between your jaw and your collarbone, peppering small, open-mouthed kisses to the skin that was still a little flushed from your orgasm.

“tempting, for sure.”

she pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes, free hand splayed across your stomach now and the side of her pinky just barely brushing the lace hem of your underwear— still tugged aside, still noticeably damp with your arousal. you inhaled, and ellie noticed, her pupils blown wider. “you’re still so wet, babe. just kinda feels like a waste, mm?”

this comment earned a genuine laugh from you, head falling back for a second as you feigned a groan of hardship — as if having your girlfriend inside you properly beneath a deliciously hot shower would really be such a chore. “okay, fine. but if i fall,” you pointed a finger at her. “it’s on you.”

ellie glanced over her shoulder, already leading you into the steamy bathroom as she spoke. “then fall, babe. i’ll catch you,” she laughed, her gremlin charm working its way out of the cracks as she spoke again. “and maybe— if you’re lucky— i’ll let you land on my cock.”

author’s note: screamsandcries. *insert homophobic dog meme here* i have something extremely homophobic to say!!! no, but... um...what the helly? to be so fucking for real for a sec, this was so unhinged for a 2nd post? i’m actually so sorry? *pulls the mic down* so, i wanna say a sincere sorry to my christian grandmother, but a big, fat, wet you’re welcome to YOU. because you have just been FED! umm. hi! *whispers* this is one of my biggest fantasies icl…. wait? i’ve been here for like 2 weeks (?) and i’m already outing myself... cut the cameras. deadass. oh, also! really quick! thank you endlessly for your kind words and the love you have shown me since being back :( tbh, i was so scared to return to tumblr (more specifically the tlou community) but you guys have reminded me how fun this place can beeee! so thank u sm ♡ okieee, bye for now! hope u loved this, + hope to see u soon!!!

Hey yall uh,im a lil late but food is ready

pov: college!AU where u fail your exam but ellie’s a fucking dickhead

random ass A/N: i need more writer moots.

i feel like it's so backhanded to interact with writing (human writing) on tumblr and then turn around and use ai bots. ai literally vamps all the creativity on the internet and bases its responses OFF FANFICTIONS (without permission) HUMAN MINDS CREATED. without like plagiarism repercussions although i'm not sure fanfiction could get that serious, but still; stealing. not only that, but ai is just bad for the environment. in this time where ai is wedging itself into unnecessary corners of our life, we should be supporting actual writers and not these leech machines.

BUT LIKE gracie abrams ate— devoured, in fact ! when she wrote us

ellie pic drop of the day. less hauntingly sexy than last time but still. ellie. credit please!

ellie is definitely the type to go ham on the ends of pencils. like, you lend her one and by the time you get it back it’s covered in teeth marks, the eraser has been through it, and you’re left genuinely wondering if she’s part rodent

slow replies, thinking about bbf!ellie catching you half naked on the landing after your shower.

she just spawns, having left your brother on the couch bitching to the fucking dust mites about his third straight loss against her on mortal kombat (his suggestion, by the way—always his suggestion! fully aware of ellie’s impeccable track record). she’d just wanted to use the bathroom… well, that’s the excuse she’d used, anyway.

all casual, so unbothered. like… she’d been nonchalant enough in asking your brother if you were home, tossing it out with a fake little shrug in her voice but secretly hopeful as ever, and he’d just replied with a very disinterested “yeah, somewhere”, because he genuinely did not give a fuck. but she knew what she was doing—it had only been halfway through their third rematch when she’d heard the faint sound of the shower running, and so the second that water switched off? infiltration time!!! and she was up, off of that couch and mounting the stairs like it was a covert mission, timing the whole thing perfectly, reaching the landing at the precise moment you were crossing it post-shower; hair still wet, skin speckled with water droplets, in nothing but a towel… she couldn’t have planned it better if she’d tried, honestly.

her eyes visibly light up when she sees you, when they meet yours, and she vows to you that she didn’t know you were showering, but she’s also straight up laughing??? like, she’s the world’s worst liar ever… love that for her! and she’s so unashamedly ecstatic at this “coincidental” turn of events that it just entirely cancels out whatever terrible little facade she’s attempting. and??? the way her eyes flick up and down, my goddd, like she knows she shouldn’t be looking but she’s absolutely shameless in just out-and-out staring. i’m talking zeeero shame, that little lesbian has no moral compass whatsoever. and you just roll your eyes, pretending to be so done with her, as if you aren’t secretly thrilled that she’s here—as if you aren’t thiiiiis close to pulling open your towel just to see what she’d do. and then you’re all like, “skipping out on quality guy time just to catch me half naked?”

and her eyes are just all over your body now— especially your collarbone, the slope of your neck, and that tiny freckle decorating the swell of your breast that she knows will keep her up tonight, because seriously, how has she never seen that before? but then she locks in again, all smug and shruggy, “just got bored of kicking your brother’s ass. figured i’d come look at yours, instead.” (!!!) and you just pull a face, but she catches you stand a little straighter and she swears you’re pulling your towel tighter??…she has never wanted to be a towel so bad in her entire life. there’s a beat, and she shoots you that look again— the same one she gave you last summer when the two of you had almost kissed in the cupboard underneath your stairs under the guise of a ‘truth or dare’… the one where nobody dared you.

“i know he’s a little slow,” you tip your chin toward the floorboards, voice low, hoping to god it doesn’t waver under ellie’s stare. “…but, he’ll start catching on if you keep making excuses to come find me.” and thennn you dare to question her bro code, and ellie runs her tongue over her teeth, leaning her shoulder into the wall. you’re talking about bro code? while looking like that? honestly, she’s battling her inner demons so hard—fighting for her life, seconds away from saying something so insanely foul she knows it would haunt her for eternity. but tbh, she would to drop to her knees for you—quite literally drop. to. her. knees. let you squirm against the wall, against her mouth!!! she’s desperate to watch you try to muffle your moans with your hand.

buuut, she’s a little shit. and she can be stubborn. so, she leaves it… eventually, but not before drinking you in one more time, letting her eyes linger over your upper thighs, slow and deliberate. this is an insanely dangerous game… one she is so close to losing.

“put some clothes on,” she mumbles and pivots on her feet, hiding her grin. “…or i’ll have to keep finding reasons to come see you.”

i just know that her dick is mean

lizzy mcalpine rips my gay little guts out