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rue bennett ! x silver slipper stripper! reader

♫ back of the club - kwn

note: acck! nonnie, i love this idea <3. i hope i wrote this perfectly to your vision! this is like my first real smut work so i'm a bit nervousss. and it took so long :(

❤︎ contains smut: car sex, rough oral sex (reader), spit play?

“Oh shit, sorry.” Rue's eyebrows shoot up the second she pushes the dressing room door open. Rue quickly slams it closed, cursing at herself for not knocking.

"Actually...can you help me?"

Rue's lips tug into a big smirk, her hand already on the doorknob when she finally gets a good look at you. The apology evaporates in her throat.

"Y/n?" Rue pushes the door open a little wider, analyzing you head to toe. Out of all the strippers she expected to see, it damn sure wasn't you. Memories of crowded hallways, and passing each other between periods came rushing back in her mind.

A laugh escape her lips.

"No fuckin' way."

"Hey, Rue." You grin invitingly. "Just gonna stare, or help me clip this bra on?"

Rue freezes like a robot, before walking forward, "Yeah, my bad." She tugs lightly at the clips, clacking it together. The soft brush of fingers against your exposed back made you shiver a little.

"Is that better?" She asks, raising your hand above in the air to do a quick twirl, "to make sure your outfit is in place," but it was obvious she did that to check out your figure. You were still so sexy to look at.

"Mhm, everything secured."

"I didn't know you worked here," Rue comments, while you reapply your lipstick at the vanity table.

"Started last month. Been a long time since highschool, yeah?"

Rue nods, although unfocused on what you actually were saying. Her brain could only replay the times she would catch glances at you in history class, or when she tried to get Maddy to put her on with you.

"I see Alamo hired you as a newbie."

"Huh? Oh—yeah, he did. I uh, started last week." Rue rubs the back of her neck, unable to fully indulge. She stumbled across her words in the mist of the small talk. It's as if you were an alluring siren, and she was simply your next prey at shore.

You giggle softly at a joke Rue blurted out, "You're hella funny. Wait, here lemme give you my number." Grabbing a sharpie pen from the vanity table, you scribble your digits on Rue's palm. You held her hand for a few seconds longer than necessary, looking up at the taller woman.

"Hey, I have a session with 'Cupcake'?" A young man, maybe in his twenty's peaks out from the dressing room. You chew on the new string bubblegum of the night.

"Yeah, I'll be right there with you, sir." You call out, before facing towards the curly-headed girl. "I'll see you later?"

Rue chugs a crooked grin, "Of course you will. And If you need a ride, I can drive you home."

"Perfect. I'll meet you at the back of the club." You blow a quick kiss, and smirked a little before strutting forward, leaving the dressing room.

Rue's head follows your body, shamelessly eyeing the way your butt jiggled with every step. Hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave. Damn.

༺༻

Rue settles against the wall outside the club, boringly kicking at a loose pebble while waiting for your shift to end. Every now and then she’d glance toward the back entrance, a small smile tugging at her lips at the thought of seeing you again.

You look around, in search for Bennett. You changed out into some comfy clothes, a sweatpants and tank top two piece.

"Yo, Y/n." Rue grins, and clicks on her car key.

A smile tugs at your lips as you walk towards the brunette.

"Been a long day."

"Yeah, it has. Cute outfit." Rue compliments, taking in how good your body looked in anything you wore. The both of you enter the car.

༺༻

"How come we never really talked during high school?"

The question catches Rue off guard. The grip on the steering wheel tightens before she eases the car out of the parking lot. She checks her mirrors, flicks on the turn signal, then lets out a quiet laugh under her breath.

"I was..a little shy." Bennett mutters.

"Shy? Really?"

"Mhm. I used to be like.....a little scared to talk to you."

The car hums a simple tune on the radio, as Rue pulls onto the main road. Streetlights streak across the windshield, casting soft flashes of gold over her face. She keeps her attention on the road, thumb lazily tapping the steering wheel.

"For real?" You blink slowly, before a small giggle releasing.

Rue stops at a red light.

"Yeah." she shrugs, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. "I had a little crush on you. Or whatever." She was nervous.

"Rue."

"Yeah?"

"You remember seven minutes in heaven at Daniel's house party? During junior year?"

Rue chuckles.

"Of course I do. We kissed in there. I was scared out my mind to talk to you after."

"Mmm..no, no, no. You met Jules right after and became inseparable."

Rue lets out a small laugh, she glances over at you for a split second before returning her attention on the road. "Guess I kinda rewrote history there."

"You remembered kissing me before meeting your ex girlfriend?"

Rue nervously scratches the back of her neck, one hand on the wheel.

"Can you blame me? I mean..look at you."

"Just a little."

"Okay, maybe I thought about you way more than I should've. Sounds a little fucked up..but I don't care."

Silence settle in the car. Not awkward, just comfortable. The radio fills the space with low music while the city drifts by outside.

"I would've gave you a chance, you know..Even right now."

Rue's fingers tighten around the steering wheel. For a moment, she doesn’t say anything. A quiet chuckle, one that sounds more disbelieving than amused.

"Shit." She mumbles. She can't hide the smile revealing at the corner of her mouth. Those were the best words she's heard all day today.

A few streets later, she pulls up outside your apartment.

Rue shifts comfortably in the driver's seat, her toned stomach peaking out, along with her Calvin Klein boxers. She takes a moment to think.

"You really would've?"

You nod.

"I've wanted to kiss you again, for like..years."

"So kiss me."

Rue searches the expression on your face. You seemed serious enough.

"Really?"

"C'mon." You whisper softly, gently tugging at the brunette's sleeve. You have this sort of confidence that made Rue feel small. She felt giddy and shy in your hold.

The kiss is soft at first, almost hesitant. Rue smiles against your lips, her hand finding yours, before caressing the side of your cheek.

A small moan escapes, the feeling of Rue's tongue dancing along with yours. It was sexy. Pleasure runs through your body with the touch of needy hands gripping on the sides of your hips.

Rue pulls away, her mouth stained with your lipstick. She took a moment to catch her breath, ambition running through her veins.

"Get in the back." Her voice sounded hoarse, dead serious.

༺༻

You shiver at the sensation of spit spread all around your folds.

"Rue..." You whimper, eyes rolling back.

She licks up at your clit, plugging her tongue inside. Your hands grip tightly at the car seat, mind fucking empty. Why is she so good at this? Fuck, you should've been on the 'Rue Bennett train' yeaaars ago.

"Sosososo, so good, mphff.." Your voice hicks, overstimulated with Rue's spit lubricating along with her tongue. Wet squelches fill the car, and your hands desperately grip on Rue's messy curly hair. She liked that shit.

No, actually. Bennett loved having her hair pulled by a pretty girl. She enjoyed it even more experiencing the way you'd ride your needy pussy on her tongue, using her face for pleasure at this point.

"Sorry, sorry..mm," you apologize sheepishly, "Is this too rough- mm!" Big hands grip at your ass cheeks, hungrily pushing you forward even more on the center of her face.

Rue watches through her gazed eyes from above, glancing at how your tits bounce beautifully in tune with every movement you did on her mouth.

"I'm gonna..m' gonna cum.." You whine, hips bucking up forward, releasing your juices all over her face. Rue shuts her eyes, licking around her mouth to taste your sweet cum. Her chest rose and fell with a slow exhale, the smile on her face lingering long as she takes off her shirt. "Such a good girl, pretty you did so good."

"It's so fuckin' hot in here," She continues talking, before pressing a wet kiss on your lips.

"You eat pussy good." your fingers circle around her boxers.

"Mm, yeah? I can do it whenever you like. Call me whenever you need a face to ride," Rue grins, holding the hands at her waistband, before helping you slip back in your sweatpants. "Sorry pretty, I gotta go somewhere right after." She plants a small kiss on your neck.

"Mm.. okay, But call me?" You smile a little after receiving the neck peck, opening the car door to head out.

"joe goldberg!" ellie williams + "beck!" f reader . .✦ ݁˖ narrated by ellie.

♫ les - childish gambino

note: some lines are directly referenced from the netflix show, "you." none of the works belongs to me. <3

❤︎ contains: suggestive content. smut-ish. stalking.

Hello there. I'm Ellie. The real question, who are YOU?

[narrated by ellie] You sound shy. Like you're embarrassed to be a good girl who abids the rules. And you murmur your first word to me.

"Hello. Are you a worker here?"

"Guilty." Ellie grins.

༺༻

[narrated by ellie] You smiled, giggled at my jokes. Told me your name, and even asked for mine first..

Y/n L/n. It definitely rolls off my tongue smoothly. Could probably moan it nicely too.

You my darling, shared every little moment on social media. Every account on public view. Good girl from a small town, enjoys books. Occasionally writes when life gets too numb. You wanted to be seen, heard, and known.

The next thing our little buddy, the internet, revealed to me was your address.

Cute, comfy, small apartment. Plants everywhere. Fuck that, a gajillion plants. Eco-friendly was written all over your home. You seem to care about the little things, far more than most people.

Our day starts during the sun rising. You make your morning coffee everyday, two scoops of sugar with toast in hand. You walk into the world, offering smiles and vibrant energy to your nosy neighbors, constantly getting on your ass for classical music ruckus.

By 10AM, you're on campus.

You're predicable.

Not in a bad way. Or boring. It's pretty cute, actually.

Every Tuesday and Friday, you stop by the same bakery before class. Same order. Same window-side seat. Same writing journal pulled from your bag.

You're one heck of a person though, Y/n.

༺༻

[narrated by ellie] I don't mean to judge. I mean, I have no place to. But doll, you fall for the wrong women. I mean, c'mon? A stuck up butch who can't even do the wonders of making you cum properly?

Why do you continue sleeping with her?

It has to be height. Girls love someone who can tower over them in bed, huh?

Sorry, babe but I'm only a whopping 5'5.

But I could make you orgasm faster than she could ever. That's definitely no problem.

This is exactly why I do my research. These are bad women. You let them in, you let them hurt you. You cherish the small moments where they praise your entire being, but can't seem to acknowledge the times where you know this isn't what you deserve.

My beautiful girl. I'll show you what it feels like to be truly pleasured in every way.

If I was that lucky fuckin' butch right now, i'd eat your pretty pussy, with a finger inside twirling inside of you with no complaints.

Fuck, She can't even do shit to help you get off! It's eating me up alive knowing I can't assist you.

In the meantime, i'll practice on the slutty neighbor next door. She clearly is deprived of sexual attention. Knocks at my door frequently with the tiniest skirts i've ever seen!

But don't be jealous, doll. I'm just figuring out the million of ways I can please you. You see, I'm not the most experienced, but I need to be perfect for you.

quick question do u do anonnies with like emojis? if so i would love to be one! oki byebye

awe thank u so much, ur so sweet!! :,) i was a little hesitant to post it, but im so happy with the feedback! 😽

as for emojis, i forgot thats a thing :O i used to have a blog a few years ago, so im still just now trying to remember the tumblr community and the way they do things. you can be lotus 🪷, my favorite flower :)

ill make sure flatline chap 2 is out really soon! i consider myself a fast writer <3

ellie williams ! + f reader Chapter One

Highschool AU. all characters are 18.

! Ellie and Y/n are the definition of toxic not-so-friends. No contact was supposed to be the end of the complicated history together, until Ellie breaks the silence after four months. Before either of them knows it, they’re back in her truck, skipping class and picking apart a relationship that never had a proper ending.

note: this was unironically inspired by a real life experience of mine with an old situationship. atleast she provided the best plot i've ever came up with! :,)

❤︎ mini ongoing series. contains angst.

Tick, tick, tick.

The distant clock mounted above the whiteboard couldn't even wake you up from your distracted state. Your head rested against your arm, lazily moving your eyes on every equation jotted on the board. Your ears barely listened to Mr Davis' voice blurring along with the rowdy noises of your classmates.

It's been a total of 130 days since you've spoken to Ellie.

Four months since either of you have promised to leave each other alone, as being a pair caused way too much heartbreak.

Your heart still aches when your eyes gazes towards the brunette across from the classroom, analyzing each feature of her face. Not much has changed about her appearance at all. If anything in such little time with no tweaks, you could still sense something differently odd about her. But how would you know? You barely know her anymore. So knowing that, it was definitely a shock receiving a long paragraph from her last night.

Four months, you repeat in your head.

"And with that calculation, is how you get the answer 3.14..."

Fuck this.

You retrieve your phone in your backpack pocket, fronting at the most recent message you haven't responded to at all yet. Double reading. Double thinking. Shit, you're double-fucked. You've basically memorized the entire text by now. Yet you still choose to search for words you've probably "missed," or underlining meanings you haven't conjured up yet that'll most likely make your anxiety feel worse.

I just want to hear you again.

Those words sting like a thousand bullets. The message should've probably made you angry, but in reality it just made your stomach hurt. Everyday you have to deal with Ellie walking past you in the hallways. A silent mutual agreement to not make it obvious that one is glancing at the other. It’s even worse when you used to spot her with Cat.

Your fingers clench tightly at the nearby pencil, small fury igniting inside of you as you replay what lead to this moment since the past four months. Cat was the new girl who transferred during the beginning of second semester. Ellie showed a quick liking of her, slowly but surely passing you to the side, despite the two of you gradually growing feelings for each other.

The heartbreak didn’t come from the sudden romantic disinterest from Ellie. It came from the lack of care she no longer seem to have for you after meeting her new play thing. I mean, it’s fucked up knowing you both have been inseparable friends since freshman year.

It wasn’t only Ellie who could have her fun, though. You took the time to scout out the hot girls at school that you didn’t pay much attention to, due to it being all on Ellie. Your beauty wasn’t a secret at all. Girls and boys found you pretty, so you hardly struggled receiving attention.

In the mist of your thoughts, you catch the piercing eyes of Ellie. Your eyebrows furrow, anticipating to find out how long she’s been there staring at you. Williams’ rosy pink lips gap a little, as if she wanted to whisper something to you from across the classroom. You bite your lip anxiously.

“Beeeeepp!”

Fuck. The bell. You still haven’t even decided if you wanted to go with Ellie to skip.

“Y/n, you need help?” Dina, your best friend asked as she grabs your untouched notebook and pencil pouch.

“Thank you, sweetheart!” You smile softly, organizing everything in your hand bag, appreciating the small gesture before your eyes averts towards the front door. The class is already heading out, some leaving to go to their next class or late lunch. except one person, leaning against the wall by the door. Ellie.

You groan lightly, “Dina, I’ll call you later after. It’s either i’m going to have a lot of tea to spill later, or I might beat this girl up.”

“What’s happening?” A look of confusion.

“Ellie is happening. I decided i’m gonna go with her to her car.” You explain quickly, your backpack strapped on your back as you begin walking towards the door beside Dina.

Dina is aware on the message that Ellie sent, because you were quick to share the screenshot with her last night. For the past few months, she has been the one you’ve beat the dead horse with whenever the memories sink deep. She would comfort you, and reassure your feelings that seem to go blue often when reminiscing on the brunette.

“Good luck, babe. And call me if you need anything- that evil girl will get run over by me one day, i swear, bitch.”

A chuckle escapes your lips. You blow a kiss towards Dina as she leaves the class alongside you, before you pause and look around the hallway for Ellie. A bunch of students rushing to class, teachers chatting..but no sign of Williams.

Damn. That bitch. Ot course she'd leave after all the shit she's done. She's always so fucking-

"Y/n?" A familiar voice calls out. One you haven't heard upfront in a looong time.

You turn around, greeted with the face of Ellie. So she really hadn't ditched you. Damn. Oh, and what's that she's holding in her hand?

"Err- sorry.." Ellie tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. You shortly notice the new industrial piercing you haven't peeped before..but better yet, the chocolate bar she was holding.

"I went to the vending machine to get you your favorite snickers. Didn't mean to make you wait that long." She sounded shy, her voice tiny with hints of guilt you could scoop out. You haven't been this close up to Ellie in a long time. So, it was easy to forgot how much her face could give away her emotions.

The way the corner of her mouth twitches, it was clear she was nervous in the presence of you. The brunette fidgets with the wrapper of the snickers bar, until you reach your hand out. the slight finger contact made your heart thump desperately.

"..Thank you."

She nods, "Mhm. You ready?"

You hum, and the two of you start walking towards the nearby stairs to get out of the school the fastest, without getting caught.

"You want me to carry that?" Ellie awkwardly points to your backpack, the look in her eyes sparking a million little sorries.

You nod.

༺༻

The walk to the parking lot was painfully dreadful.

It was so quiet. Awkwardly quiet. No, even worse than that. The kind of silence that forces your mind to think about on every moment that lead up to here.

Ellie unlocks her truck with a click of her car keys, tossing both bags in the backseat before climbing into the driver's seat. You settle inside the passenger seat, pulling the door shut. Gosh, you might as well die in here.

Her car still had the same scent. Pine air freshener with her familiar cologne she'd steal from Joel fills your nose. It seems she has done a little decorating in her truck, adding custom leather fabric seat covers and a nice window tint.

Neither of you spoke a word. The lack of even heavy breathing was noticeable.

Ellie taps her finger on the steering wheel.

Once, twice...six times.

You glance over. She's already looking at you, biting her lip nervously.

"You stopped caring." The words coming out harsher than intended, but at this moment you didn't care. You needed to be harsh to vocalize how hurt you are.

"I know."

"For four months, Ellie. We stopped talking for months."

Ellie's eyes fixate on the steering wheel, "I know I fucked up so hard, Y/n."

A small sniffle comes out, barely audible but the truck was quiet enough to even hear a pin drop. The snickers wrapper is the only thing you can fidget with to get over how hot your body was tensing up.

"Yeah you did..You know what the worst part of it is?"

You take a deep breath.

"That I probably would've forgiven you."

The brunette's face falls flat, "Y/n I-"

"No, I'm serious Ellie." Your hands balls up into fists as you continue your words. "You could've just told me that didn't like me anymore, and found someone else."

"Instead, you slowly began avoiding me with no warning. I looked so fucking stupid, Ellie."

"Instead..you just disappeared. Completely threw our friendship away, regardless of when the feelings were involved."

Ellie stares at the floor of the truck, jaw clenched so tightly it looks painful. For a second, you think she’s going to argue. Defend herself. Say you don’t understand.

"Everyday I told myself that I'd talk to you, to apologize. To explain myself." She laughs bitterly. "I waited too long, and it got worse, Y/n."

"So you just gave up on me?"

"No." She says immediately. Tears swell up in Ellie's eyes, as she continues.

"I'm a coward."

Silence.

"You didn't deserve none of it. You didn't deserve wondering what went wrong, or thinking of yourself any less." Her chest tightens.

"You didn't deserve me acting like you meant everything to me one minute, and then pretending you don't exist the next."

But that's exactly what it felt like.

Ellie looks away quickly, "And I don't expect you to forgive me."

A small sigh escapes your lips, looking out the windshield. blinking slowly.

"I would've understand, you know."

Actually, no.

You shake your head, "Maybe not right away, I would've definitely been pissed for weeks, maybe cry even longer than that....but I would've tried to hear you out."

Ellie's eyes squeeze shut.

"Do you know what it felt like questioning...to question if I ever meant anything to you?"

The brunette just sits there, shoulders slumped, tears slipping down her cheeks as the weight of your words settles between you both.

Before either of you can say another word, a sharp vibration cuts through the silence. Your eyes follow automatically. The screen of her phone lights up.

college roommate ! ellie williams. (part 2 head-canons.)

blk female reader. <3 ♫ Sex with Me - Rihanna

part one. ❤︎ slight smut & suggestive content

❤︎ Being a pro at maintaining pretty lips, you typically ask Ellie to test out the taste of your lipstick. The method of doing so, is having her to kiss you.

You carefully apply the matching lip liner before swiping your new scented lipstick, taking an extra moment to define your cupid's bow. You managed to convince Ellie to come to a party with you.

"You done?" Ellie's voice comes up from the chair behind you. She takes a moment to admire your makeup from the vanity mirror.

"Yeah, I am. Ells, can you try this new strawberry taste?" You tilt your head back looking up at Ellie from your seat, batting your long eyelashes.

"What strawberry taste?"

You continue the intense look with her, and gesture towards your lips. Neither of you move.

"No." She says bluntly, adverting her eyes away from the curious look of your face.

You pout," How else am I suppose to know if it tastes like strawberries?"

"Sounds like a you problem, doll." Ellie groans dramatically.

"Please?"

The brunette stares at you for a moment, before laughing under her breath. Her rough hand rests lightly on the side of your neck, as she presses a chaste kiss on your lips.

She leans back after a few seconds, swiping the back of her sleeve across her mouth. Shit, she knows there's probably a trace of your lip liner smeared somewhere on her lips by now, but she didn't care. Her thumb brushes against your jaw before planting another lingering kiss, while you took a moment to sniff the scent of her ivywood cologne.

Ellie pulls back once more, letting you both take a breath of air, nudging your rolling chair until you're facing her completely.

"Yeah." She says shortly, "Definitely strawberries."

Her eyebrows narrow playfully.

"And watermelon."

"I was chewing on watermelon-flavored gum earlier. And hey! All that kissing wasn't needed."

"I couldn't taste clearly."

"Liar. I think someone just has a little crush on me." You sing-song teasingly.

"Hurry up so we can get this over with." Ellie mumbles, and grabs your hand quickly, heading out the dorm.

❤︎ Ellie seeing you kiss another girl is what finally pushes her over the edge. Now casual make out sessions become your new normal.

"Mmph, Ellie.." You whine slightly, your lips sore from all of the tongue kissing that's been happening for the past twenty minutes.

The quiet whine made her pull back, both of you breathing heavily. The tension in the room hasn't calmed down. If anything, it's gotten worse.

The short-haired girl kept her hazy eyes fixated on you, hands wrapped tightly around your waist. Her expression was almost unreadable. Until her furrowed eyebrows gave it away, making it obvious she was upset.

"Oh, now you're complaining?" Ellie huffs, sounding a bit annoyed.

"I'm not complainin'," You mumbled.

"Yeah, okay."

"You're being so ridiculous."

"You're the one who kissed another girl in front of me."

"Didn't know you cared that much. Awe, my little Ells." You coo, jokingly boop her nose.

"Hey, cut that out." Ellie frowns.

"I'm sorry," You pout, resting your hands on your lap, like a child who just got scolded.

"No need for the apology." She guides your hands to set them around her neck.

You've never seen the assertive side of Ellie Williams. You didn't even think she had it in her. She came across awkward and reserved. The type to stumble over her words, or hide behind a crooked grin when you gave her all your attention. She even looks away when you're fresh out the shower in a towel, goddamnit!

You'd be lying if you said it didn't amuse you seeing Ellie like this, jealous and annoyed at your schemes. Yet now, your eyes are locked in on each other, her hands trailing all across your back. She carries this unexpected confidence, its enough to leave you speechless.

"We won't stop kissing until I get tired of it. Maybe it'll teach you not to make out with random bitches at parties, yeah?"

You nod obediently. Something told you it wasn't the right time to make jokes or mess with Ellie's temper at this moment.

"Good girl." She praises, her voice now back to the usual softness. Ellie presses a quick peck on your exposed neck.

❤︎ As the two becoming closer, the 'friends with benefits' dynamic became second nature. It wasn't uncommon for you to spend the night curled up in her bed rather than your own.

"Is this warm enough for you?" Ellie asks, her muscled arms wrapped around your body, pulling you a little closer to her chest.

'Mhm," you mumble, pretty acrylic fingers tapping at the waistband of the brunette's boxers. You sink further into her embrace, unable to hide your smile. The room is quiet except for the faint hum of the fan and Ellie’s steady breathing above your head.

"Good,” she murmurs. Ellie's breath hitched, along with the heat of her stomach intensifying every time she felt the graze of your nails on her waistband.

A few minutes pass by of you shuffling around before laying on your side, back faced from Williams. Fuck, why did your sleepwear have to be undies and a tank top? It was driving Ellie crazy.

The slight movements of your ass ruffling against the front of Ellie's boxers didn't go unnoticed. In fact, it was turning her on.

The loose strands of her brown hair brush against your bare neck, resting her chin on your shoulder.

"I know you're awake." She whispers, Her arms loop around your hips, holding you close. "Are you doing this on purpose, Y/n?"

"Maybe."

"Do it again."

"..Hm?"

"You heard me."

"Mmm.." You take a moment to think, as if it was a hard decision. "Don't wanna, goodnight, roomie!"

You're always teasing her.

"Y/n," She mutters. "Please."

Ellie guides your movement with steady hands, nudging another hump against her crotch. "Like that, doll." A small whimper escaping her lips. "C'mon, I need it."

"Need me," You correct with a smirk on your face, sharing a hungry kiss with the touch-deprived masc.

"Need you so bad. Please, please..mmmph," Another kiss.

"You don't know what you do to me, huh?" Her voice sounded desperate, sweet sweat building on her forehead. It made you feel a little bad edging her on like this.

"You wanna fuck me, Ellie?"

"So bad, doll. Wanna make you feel so good, if you let me." She whispers in your ear, helping you take off your top.

college roommate ! ellie williams. (part 1 head-canons.)

blk female reader. <3 ♫ mala - 6ix9ine

part two. ❤︎ fluff & suggestive content

❤︎ The moment Ellie Williams dragged her last box into the dorm room, she knew the semester was going to be a rollercoaster. Her roommate was a sexy babe. Shit. Sharing a tiny room with a beautiful girl made the dorm feel a lot more caved in.

"Oh," Ellie muttered under her breath, lead on by a small cough. She settles her black duffel bag on the floor, taking a moment to analyze you head to toe.

"What?" You respond confusedly, tilting your head.

"Nothing..uh, sorry ma'am."

It wasn't nothing though. The second she saw you, her chest heated up with her lips slightly quivering, stealing quick glances at your figure and gorgeous glowing skin. Fuck.

❤︎ Ellie became your designated person to ask about your party outfit options. Sharing a dorm made it even more impossible to resist you, not noticing the effect you had on the brunette. You'd casually undress infront of her, with your bra and underwear in view to debate between which outfit to wear. I mean, you were both girls, right? So what was the harm in that?

"You don't like the black one, Ells?" Your pretty plump lips frown, the new nickname easily danced off your tongue. Living together has made you closer towards the masculine girl, the casual affectionate nicknames you came up with drove Ellie crazy.

Ellie clears her throat, her body trying to advert eye contact with the sight of your bra. "I didn't say that."

"Then why are you making that face?" A giggle escapes, while you change into the next bubblegum pink mini dress.

"What face?"

"Like you're about to explode."

"I'm not. Hey..can you go change in the bathroom?"

You turned towards the mirror, smothering the fabric. Ellie's eyes stare at your ass.

"Don't be such a pussy, Ells. So which one? Pink or black."

The brunette looks up again, before immediately looking away. "...Black."

"See, I knew you had a sense of style. And it makes my ass look great."

Ellie groans, rubbing both hands over her face. "Change in the bathroom."

"You know you like what you see." You joke, a smile tugging at your lips.

"And you're gonna be late to your party. Hurry up." She throws your black Victoria's Secret lacy bra that perfectly matches with the mini dress at your direction.

❤︎ You come back to the dorm drunk out of your mind some nights. Ellie is forced to make sure you're okay. Despite her complaints, she didn't mind seeing how pretty your eyes looked while drunk.

"Ellieeee." You slurred happily, your hands roaming all over her toned stomach while she tried to get you to drink some water. Gosh, maybe it was the worse time for Ellie to be in her gym attire, attempting to get her push-ups completed previously.

"Don't touch there." She mumbles awkwardly, opening the bottle cap as she carefully helps you sip slowly. Your eyes were glossy and heavy, staring at Ellie intensely while she kept you hydrated. It was hard to focus, because it was the kind of look that made her stomach jump. You looked so sexy even without trying to be. Effortlessly gorgeous, she thought.

Williams put down the water bottle.

"Pretty," you whisper, crawling into Ellie's lap to nuzzle on her neck.

Ellie froze. "You're drunk out of your mind, Y/n." Her tatted right arm awkwardly snaked around your waist, slowly easing onto the side of your hip.

"Still so pretty."

She lets out a hearty chuckle, and presses circle massages on your hip. "Going soft on me, hm..? You tired?"

"Mhm." You yawn.

Fuck. No way you're going to be sleeping on Ellie.

❤︎ Ellie has a habit of sneaking cigarettes into the dorm room to smoke late at night. She shared with you for your first time smoking, but you back out.

"You said you wanna try, so c'mere."

You nervously inch forward towards Ellie, watching the smoke lean into your direction. The haze drifted between the two of you, hanging in the air before dissolving in the dorm room.

"Again." You mewl excitedly.

Ellie laughs, and held the smoke in her lungs for a a few seconds longer than necessary, her eyes never leaving yours. You practically inch towards her even closer to inhale it, Ellie's arms finding their spot on your back.

"Come closer," She mumbles, gently helping you sit on top of her.

"Ells, I don't know about this." You expressed, excitement no longer rushing in your body. The smoke made you a bit more frightened.

"It's okay, shh. I got you, you know that."

"Can we stop?"

"Of course, Y/n." Ellie says softly, crushing the cigar on her ashtray before joking, "Who's the pussy now?"

"Not funny." You eyeroll, a grin escapes from your fake anger, before teasingly shuffling around on Ellie's lap. For sleepwear, Williams stays in her boxers and a big T-shirt.

"I think you just like grinding on me." She remarks, no longer phased by your suggestive shenanigans. She's used to them now. Infact, she just plays into it. Her hands rub on the material of your shorts.

"Dunno what you're talking about, roomie." You whistle, quickly getting off of Ellie to go back to your own twin sized bed.

attempting to pluck ellie's eyebrows <3. (headcanon...and ooc)

! blk female reader

note: i am weirdly obsessed with eyebrows and ellie has a nice pair. thats exactly why i wrote this..& shes so baby girl.

❤︎ includes fluff, sexual underlines; ellie is a corny cutie

❤︎ When helping Ellie pluck her eyebrows, she can't help but stare at her girlfriend's boobs above.

"Baby girl, stop movin.'" you say softly, gently lifting Ellie's chin to properly focus on plucking the small hairs around her shaped eyebrows. As her girlfriend, you made sure your girl always kept her eyebrows perfectly straight. Ellie was sprawled across the bed, the side of her head resting against your chest, while the rest of her body stretched along the mattress.

Ellie frowns a little, "I'm not moving purposely!...just checking the view."

The small frown on her face grows bigger at every small movement your chest did infront of her eyes while you carefully plucked. Shit, why did you have to wear her favorite lacy bra she likes to see on you? Even though it obviously wasn't on purpose to being showcased, Ellie is a pervert.

"Hey." You say sternly holding the tweezers on your other hand, your face painted an expression Ellie knows well when your patience is tested. "Lemme finish with this! sit still."

Ellie didn't care though. She groans in playful frustration before planting her head against your breasts, her slim arms winding around your waist. "No, I'm sorry..two minutes, please. it hurts?" she pleaded, the excuse clearly made up on the spot.

"The tweezers hurt?" You teased, gently cupping her cheeks and tilting her head to face yours.

"Mhm..soooo bad..You gotta stop for a second before i get injured." Ellie pouts, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. You instinctively run your fingers through her hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. Her body naturally moves upwards melting into your touch. Her head is now comfortably nuzzled in your shirt.

"Poor baby. We'll finish later, okay? Don't wanna make you cry from plucking."

Rue Bennett

🍓 fluff

┊♡ ❝ Give Me a Show, At least. ❞

🍪 smut

┊♡ ❝ Man, Fuck Being Friends. ❞

┊♡ rue bennett as your ex

┊♡ back of the car

☕️ angst

coming soon

🧁 series

coming soon

Ellie Williams

🍓 fluff

┊♡ attempting to pluck ellie's eyebrows. <3

┊♡ college roommate! ellie williams. (part one.) a bit suggestive!

🍪 smut

┊♡ college roommate! ellie williams. (part two.)

┊♡ YOU

☕️ angst

coming soon

🧁 series

┊♡ flatline

! blk female reader ♫ Needed Me - Rihanna

❤︎ warning ! toxicity, nsfw

❤︎ Rue would tell herself over and over again that she's over the breakup and ready to move on.

Somehow she always lands to your instagram page to check your profile when shes bored, sad, or can't sleep. She would know way more about your recent posts more than she'd like to admit. Analyzing every detail behind each selfie. Heart thumping. Thoughts racing.

"Who took that?" " Who else was she with?"

"Have you moved on already?" "Does she miss me?"

She would analyze captions for any hidden message that shouldn't go unnoticed. Rue was a sucker for your beauty, spending hours staring at the features of your face she would call beautiful when you used to be face to face with her, bodies intertwined. Now she can only express how pretty they are from a picture.

❤︎ Meaningless hook-ups with Alamo's strippers was her closest method of distraction.

"Yeah? You wanna fuckin' cum?" Rue taunts, hitting the second stripper of the week's ass, watching her strap go in and out flawlessly.

"por favor, más fuerte, papi!"

Bennett always mentally blocked out the sounds. In her mind, she's shamelessly fantasizing about you. Wishing it was you she was fucking. Another pussy doesn't hit the same. To get her fueled up while fucking another girl, she would reminisce the way your walls would easily melt on her strap. Or the fact that you'd dress yourself in cute lingerie just to get your body ruined for the night.