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[Video transcript begin.]

[The recording begins in the passenger seat of a car, at upper chest height. The sky is dark, and there is quiet chatter happening behind the camera.]

[Suddenly, a small animal comes into view on the road. The person with the camera lunges to grab the steering wheel, swerving around the animal.]

?: Sorry, everyone! Animal on the road!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

?: It's ok! It's understandable.

[Voice identified: Nessa.]

[Ophelia turns around in zer seat, looking back at the other passengers of the car.]

O: You guys ready?

Ne: Legally I should say no, [Whispered.] Lord knows I'm already in enough legal trouble.

[Ness clears her throat and sits up straight.]

Ne: But yeah! I'm ready!

[Noises of agreement from the other passengers indicate they share the same sentiment.]

?: Ophelia, when are you going to tell her why Cass is here?

[Voice identified: Becky.]

O: Soon!

Ne: Not like I really care, bro is the head of PR. And therefore my boss when I'm with PR so.

[A loud laugh is heard from the driver's seat.]

?: You guys haven’t told her yet?

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

Ne: Nah, they haven't told me anything. Besides why I'm here.

C: Oh, this’ll be fun.

O: Eyes on the road! OMFG dude we can’t die in a car accident before we get there!

Ne: Yeah uh… I think I'm the only one that would stay dead honestly.

C: Yep. You are.

Ne: I was… Joking.

[Cassius turns and smiles at Ness.]

O: EYES ON THE ROAD!

[The car swerves violently as the passengers shout. Cassius is the only exception, cackling at the others.]

Ne: Fuckin' hell dude, maybe chill?

C: Never.

Ne: Fair enough, have a nice night.

Be: But we’re going to the same place?

Ne: A joke, it's a joke… I know we're all going to the same place.

Be: Oh.

C: Sharp turn, everyone hold onto something. If you’re in the middle seat, good luck.

[The camera jolts, as everyone screams. Several thunks can be heard behind the camera.]

?: OW. YOU BITCH!

[Voice identified: Eden.]

Ne: SORRY, SORRY, I'M SORRY.

[Ness puts her hands together and begins pleading with Eden.]

Ne: Don't kill me- I'm sorry!

Ed: I have half a mind to fucking bite you right now.

C: Hey. We don’t bite others in the car.

Ed: Fine.

Ne: Eden please for the love of gods forgive me, I was trying to grab the center console so I didn't fall into anyone.

Ed: You’re lucky we’re working together tonight, Ness.

O: Speaking of! We’re almost there! Everyone prepare yourselves! Ness, are you sure you’re ready?

Ne: Physically? Been ready. Mentally? Well I think if I say no Eden's gonna kill me once we get out the car so yeah I'm ready!

[After a few seconds, the car turns into a parking lot. And everyone begins to exit the car.]

Ne: [Whispered.] Ok Ness… You can do this.

[Ness slowly gets out of the car with everyone else, the green dress she has been wearing shining under the lights.]

Ne: Ok… Time for me to help kidnap someone.

O: Huddle up, team! We need to restate our plan.

[The PR team and Ness form a circle, Ophelia points at the different members and states what they’ll be doing. Before turning to Cassius.]

O: Cassius, you–

C: Are the distraction, I know. You brought an outfit for me, correct?

O: Hell yeah we did. It’s in the back.

Ne: Wait, outfit? What?

C: I can’t be a distraction in my work clothes! Come on, Ness. Think for a moment.

[Cassius walks to the car and opens the trunk, pulling out a red satin party dress, he grins at Ophelia.]

C: You’ve really outdone yourself on this one, Ophelia. I’ll go get changed, I’ll be back in a second.

[Cassius vanishes behind the car, Ophelia turns back to the group.]

O: That’s why he’s here.

Ne: I, I support it. That is a damn good plan.

[After a few seconds, Cassius calls for Ophelia.]

C: You brought your purse, right?

O: Yeah, why?

C: I’m going to need to borrow your lipstick.

O: Alright! Catch!

[Ophelia tosses xer purse behind the car.]

C: Thanks!

Ne: So uh… Why am I here? Besides helping, what's the plan?

O: We need you to help carry the dude out. Among other things.

Ne: Like?

O: Well, we don’t know what else will be needed until we actually get in there. He has bodyguards, but we don’t know how many. He’s smart, unfortunately.

Ed: Would’ve done you some good to have a few of those, huh?

[Ness looks over at Eden, a look of annoyance on her face.]

Ne: I work at a fucking Chuck e Cheese knockoff where I make 15 bucks an hour, where the fuck am I gonna find bodyguards that cheap?

Ed: Pfft, I know that. I’m not saying you should hire bodyguards, just that they probably would’ve helped a lot.

Ne: If I needed a bodyguard I'll just beat your ass again. Lord knows I almost won the first time.

[Ness grins at Eden.]

[Eden flashes her teeth at Ness as a subtle warning.]

Ne: Literally most materials defend against bites, most of which I can afford.

Ed: I could bite you right now.

O: But you won’t.

Ne: I was just gonna say nuh uh, I'm here for the job so she can't.

O: Hm. Well, after the job is done, you’re pretty much fair game. So… let’s hope you can run in those shoes.

Ne: I am wearing the shiny tennis shoes for a reason, I only have one pair of heels and I refuse to get dirt or blood on them. If it comes down to bloodshed.

[A voice is heard behind Ophelia.]

C: Blood adds to the charm, in my opinion.

Ne: I mean sure… But unlike you guys I could actually be thrown in jail for this. And at least these shoes I can bury easily.

[Cassius clears his throat.]

C: Let’s avoid that word for a little bit.

Ne: You got it boss! Sorry about that.

C: Hm, I haven’t been called ‘boss’ in a while. And thanks. Are we all ready to go in?

Ne: Yep I think so! Oh… Wait hold on. Gotta match my fake ID so they let me in.

[Ness opens her backpack and pulls out a bag with a long curly brown wig, putting it on as well as a pair of glasses.]

Ne: Now I'm ready!

O: Alright then! Follow me, everyone!

[The group is led to the door, and are let in with little issue.]

Ne: Thank god… I'm worried for the day that doesn't work.

C: Well, I’ll see you guys later!

[Cassius winks at the group, then saunters off into the crowd. Playing up his usual confidence tenfold. Ophelia chuckles.]

O: There he goes. Let's locate our guy.

Ne: Hey Ophelia? You mind if I ask a question?

O: Sure! What’s up?

Ne: You guys uh… Tend to call people by the names that hurt them, you call Rose ‘editor’, you called Edgar ‘mechanic’. Why don't you guys call me Nessa? I mean I appreciate it but… It seems weird for y'all to call me "Ness" when you use names for everyone else that hurt them.

O: There’s a difference between Showfall job titles and chosen names.

Ne: Huh… I guess you have a point.

[Ness clears her throat.]

Ne: Maybe we should check by the bar? Seems like a good place to look.

O: You’ve got it, girl! Come on, everyone.

[As the group makes their way over, a person identified as Irene begins to talk to Ness, just in range of the microphone.]

Ir: So, Ness is your chosen name?

Ne: Huh… Oh yeah, it's uh… The name I started using after my mom and dad kicked me out of the house. Cuz well I never really liked the name Nessa but they didn't listen to me so.

Ir: I respect that. I never liked my name before I transitioned. I’m glad that the rest of the team was accepting of that, I don’t know what I’d do if they weren’t.

Ne: Wait, you're trans?

Ir: Yeah!

Ne: Hell yeah girl!

[Ness holds her fist out for a fistbump.]

[Irene finishes the gesture, giggling.]

Ne: I know you guys are like murderers and stuff, but I still can't help but respect the shit out of a lot of Y'all!

O: I assume that’s excluding Eden?

Ne: She legitimately almost killed the first girlfriend I've had, so yes, that is excluding Eden.

[The group approaches the bar, seamlessly blending in with the rest of the patrons sitting there.]

?: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT STRONG? THAT IS THE STRONGEST ALCOHOL WE HAVE!

[Voice registered, awaiting name.]

[The bartender is seemingly screaming at someone who can't be seen because of the other patrons.]

?: BULLSHIT IT'S THE STRONGEST SHIT YOU HAVE!

[Voice identified: Emi.]

Ne: Welp… Looks like no-one's getting any alcohol till that's sorted.

Ed: Hrm…

O: What’s up, girl?

Ed: Oh, nothing! Don’t mind me!

Ne: We should focus on finding the target, just maybe tune out the- WOAH!

[A glass cup comes flying in Ness' direction, being caught by Ness right before it hits her face.]

Em: Sorry… Not really but y'know.

?: DON'T THROW OUR FUCKING CUPS!

[Eden takes a step towards Emi, her gait looking slightly different than usual, her hips sway slightly more, and her steps appear more smooth.]

Ed: Hey there!

Em: Do I-

[Emi cuts herself off with a laugh, a laugh of joy.]

Ed: We’ve met, but not properly. Allow me to reintroduce myself. I’m Eden, Showfall PR member.

[Emi removes one of her gloves and the bloody bottom half of a Halloween mask before looking up at Eden.]

Em: Emi Henderson, Rose's half sister and Ness' stalker. Nice to meetcha!

[Emi extends her hand out for a handshake, Eden takes hold of her hand.]

Ed: We never really got to know each other, would you like to go somewhere a little more… secluded. So we can chat?

[A smile creeps across Emi's face, she removes the hood of her hoodie to reveal flowing pink hair.]

Em: I like you… Sure why not, you got anything stronger than this garbage alcohol?

Ed: Of course, I never leave the mall without a few backup flasks of my own drinks.

Em: Oh I really like you. Alright! Let's go!

[Eden turns back to Ophelia and waves, before dragging Emi off into the crowd, the two vanish.]

O: … You’re fucking kidding me.

Ne: Ophelia… ACTUALLY team huddle!

O: Yep.

[The group forms another circle.]

Ne: [Whispered.] THAT'S ROSE'S HALF SISTER EDEN JUST LEFT WITH, AND MY STALKER!

O: [Whispered.] I KNOW. AND I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING. WE WON’T BE SEEING EITHER OF THEM UNTIL TOMORROW.

Ne: [Whispered.] I'M TIRED, WHERE IS THIS GOING?

O: [Whispered.] NESS. ARE YOU SERIOUS. IT’S SO OBVIOUS.

Ne: [Whispered.] EDEN IS GONNA SLEEP WITH MY STALKER??? AND ROSE'S HALF SISTER?

O: [Whispered.] YES. YES SHE IS.

Ir: I mean. Good on Eden for finally getting some action, but she chose the worst person.

Ne: I mean… It makes sense, they both hate Rose. And me.

O: Well, we can’t do anything about that now. They’re gone. We still need to find our–

[A notification appears on a watch that Ophelia is wearing. They bring the watch up to her face. The message reads ‘Found our guy. On the dance floor. Bodyguards are off to the side.’]

O: Oh, shit.

Ne: Do we have a plan? If not I might just have one. I just need you guys to trust me.

O: Ness. Tell us the plan before we go with it. The last time someone said ‘just trust me’ I ended up dangling over the edge of the Eiffel Tower. Um. Don’t ask. Rough week.

Ne: I… Ok anyway, Me and Cassius could lead the bodyguards into a dark corner, if we don't want to kill them I have a taser on me. Then we take the guy outside or have Cassius distract the guy, while I distract the guards and you guys get the stuff ready.

Be: Well, there’s two guards, so you’d need to have someone with you. Cass seems to already be distracting our dude.

Ne: Not necessarily, I mean… Two guards, one person, that happens sometimes.

O: I’m not going to let you do that alone, girl. I’m going too. Everyone else, go get the stuff ready. Ness, if you’re absolutely sure you want to do this part, I’ll go with it. But if you’re at all uncomfortable I’d understand swapping out.

Ne: Let's do this, I owe you guys a job, I intend to do my best to help.

O: Alright, everyone, go get the things ready, Ness, let’s go.

[Ophelia walks over to where the body guards are, stopping for a moment to stare at the dance floor.]

O: Jesus, I forgot how different he can act for stuff like this.

Ne: Yeah uh… Bro seems to take his job very seriously, I respect it.

[Cassius notices Ophelia staring, he winks, and turns his attention back to the man he’s dancing with.]

O: Alright, we’ve gotta be quick, can’t let anyone see us do this.

Ne: Yep… Is now a bad time to mention I've never done something like this before?

O: Not at all, follow my lead, I’ve done this hundreds of times.

[They finally make their way to the two bodyguards, who seem extremely drunk.]

O: Perfect.

[Ophelia walks up to the first guard.]

O: Hey there! I couldn’t help but notice you from across the club, how are you doing?

?: [Slurring his words.] Woah, I’m uh. Doing great. How’re you?

[Voice registered. Awaiting name…]

O: I’m perfect. Wanna take this somewhere a little more private?

?: Sure!

[Ophelia leads the man to a darker corner of the club, after a few seconds of being there, his eyes roll backwards into his head, and he slumps over.]

O: Some fuckin’ bodyguards these guys are. Weaker than a piece of tissue paper.

[Ophelia receives another message on her watch, it reads ‘Ophelia help, I dropped my fucking tazer and this guys has me- OW FUCK pinned to the walk… My right forearm is fucking bleeding again.' Ophelia freezes for a moment, before breaking into a sprint.]

O: [Muttered.] Oh, absolutely not.

[She approaches the corner Ness had led the other man to, moving faster once zey catch sight of them.]

?: YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCKING TRICK ME?

[Voice registered. Awaiting name…]

[The guard can be seen choking Ness against the wall as she struggles to get away.]

[Ophelia walks up behind the man, and taps him on the shoulder.]

O: Excuse me? Sir?

?: What do you want, bitch?

[As soon as the man turns around, Ophelia punches him in the face as hard as she can. The man falls to the floor. They rush over to Ness.]

O: Ness! Are you alright? How bad are your injuries?

[Ness looks up at Ophelia, tears streaming down her face. Red marks across her face and throat, she can't say a word.]

O: Oh my god. Okay. Give me a second.

Ne: [Audibly injured.] L- let… M- me… C- can I… B- borrow O- one of y- your heels?

O: Of course, hon. Of course. Get his ass.

[Ness slips over to the man, heel on one foot.]

?: What you gonna do? Kill m-

[Ness stomps the foot with the heel down into the man's face, the heel bit going into his eye killing him instantly, his face collapsing with a crunch. Blood streaming down to the floor.]

O: Okay, we need to get out of here. Hold on… idea. I think I should have a lighter somewhere in my bag…

[She begins to pull items out of her bag, until finally finding a lighter.]

O: Ness, you’re good at burning shit down, right?

[Ness coughs, holding her throat while she speaks.]

Ne: K- kinda? I mean… I h- helped M- Mari DEAL with b- burning shit down.

O: Take this, let’s light this fucker ablaze. Also, you might wanna cover your ears in a minute.

[Ophelia hands Ness the lighter.]

Ne: Finally get to say this… Sayonara!

[Ness lights the lighter and sets the man's suit on fire, after roughly 5 seconds the fire grows enough to light up the corner they are in.]

[Ophelia grabs a drink from a nearby table and dumps it onto the man, allowing the fire to grow more. The fire spreads to the walls, and Ophelia grabs Ness and moves them away.]

O: Okay, run out the exit door. As fast as you can, and cover your ears to the best of your ability.

Ne: Are you gonna be ok?

O: Of course I will. Just go, everyone else should be outside, I don’t see Cass on the floor anymore.

Ne: Got it, be careful ok?

O: I will. See you in a few minutes!

[Ness hands Ophelia the now bloody heel, taking off the bloody tennis shoe before running out of frame with her hands over her ears.]

O: Oh, this is going to be fun.

[After a minute of waiting. Ophelia heads over to the fire alarm. Her hands move up to her head, covering her own ears. Before a shriek louder than the music and chatter of the club can be heard. The microphone of the camera picks it up as well as it can.]

[The volume and pitch of the scream causes many glass items in the club to shatter, including a few windows. The noise causes all of the patrons to begin running.]

[The fire alarm is hit, and Ophelia bolts towards the back door. Opting for a broken window instead of the door.]

[They tuck into a roll and sprint to the van they all drove in. She opens the door to the passenger seat and jumps into the car, slamming the door shut.]

O: DRIVE! GO!

Ne: WHAT ABOUT EDEN?

O: SHE CAN TAKE AN UBER. JUST GO BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE CAN GET INTO THEIR CARS.

Ne: CASSIUS DRIVE DUDE!

[The tires of the car screech as he slams his foot on the gas pedal. The camera jolts as the car takes a few sharp turns and speeds down the road. Ophelia turns her full body to look at the burning building zey just left.]

Ne: I… I'm sorry I fucked up, I didn't think he was going to figure me out I… I'm sorry.

[Ness tries to hold back tears as the sound of a wig being removed is heard.]

O: Ness, it’s fine. You did all you could. Don’t worry about it.

[Varied sounds of the people in the back attempting to comfort Ness can be heard.]

Ne: I… You sure? I um… I know it was supposed to be a stealth thing and I fucked it up…

O: Ness, if anything, it was my fault. Don’t blame yourself. We still got the job done.

C: Yep, dude is in the trunk. Masked.

Ne: Um… Ophelia, did I at least do good stomping the guys head in? I um… I've never done that before.

O: You did great. Let’s get you home, girl.

Ne: Um. First, Boss, if you want to stop at a restaurant I'll buy food and drinks for everyone. I have the money.

C: I’m not going to make you spend your money on us, Ness.

Ne: I… Dude, I'm gonna offer at least, I could've died. That guard almost broke my fucking neck.

C: And that’s why I’m going to be buying food. Don’t worry about it.

Ne: Alright…

O: Do you want to call anyone? We’re not exactly the best people for comfort, maybe talking to a friend would be better for you.

Ne: Henry's at work, I don't want to bother anyone in the apartment right now. And… Rose is in the mall so.

C: Talking to a family member or a friend after something like that helps, I would know. Don’t worry about bothering them.

Ne: Ok… Um… Can I call Katherine? I don't know who will pick up but y'know.

O: Call whoever you need to call, Ness.

Ne: FUCK I left my phone at work…

Be: Huh. That’s a little… um, not good.

Ne: Yeah.

[Ness tries to face-palm, but the moment her hand hits her face she winces in pain.]

O: Oh dear. Becky, can we switch seats?

Be: Sure.

[Becky unbuckles her seatbelt and switches places with Ophelia, causing a bit of laughter within the car.]

O: Okay, what hurts?

Ne: My face, my neck, my fucking forearms. The stitches in the right one broke when I hit the wall, and he had one hand gripping the left one.

O: Let me get the first aid kit, it should be under my seat.

[A bit of shuffling, before Ophelia pulls out a first aid kit and opens it up. Taking out some bandages.]

Ne: I… You don't have to do this, I know if anyone finds out you'll...

O: We’ll be fine.

Ne: If you're sure…

O: Oi, Cass, ease up on the turns for a bit, alright?

C: Got it.

[Ophelia begins to bandage Ness’ wounds, being as careful as xe can to not hurt her.]

Ne: Thank you… And um… Real quick I think I have something to say.

[Ness clears her throat, again wincing in pain.]

O: Yeah?

Ne: Boss, I'm sorry for insulting you and making fun of you because of the strike system and stuff. Fact of the matter is, you are really fucking cool, you remind me of one of those 80s action heroes, just… Evil. Or… A murderer is the better term I guess, and I respect you for… Being so serious about your job.

C: … I’m unsure how to respond to that, Ness. But it’s very appreciated.

Ne: I… I don't think I'll ever forgive you for what you did to Marina… But if I hate you for the rest of my life I'll never move on. So I wanted to tell you that.

C: Mhm… Thanks.

Ne: And Ophelia… Thanks for helping me back there, I would’ve died if you didn't. And uh… Thanks for letting me crush that guy's head in, hope I made you proud as the honorary PR member with that one.

O: You did good, Ness.

Ne: And um… Thank you guys for letting me tag along, sorry I wasn't much help till the end. [Whispered.] Still more help than Eden was.

O: I was about to say, yeah. Eden did nothing.

[Laughter erupts from the passengers of the car.]

Ne: Well… She's definitely doing something tonight, as much as that pains me to say.

C: I wonder how that’s going for her. I guess we’ll hear about it in the morning.

Ne: Question. I always see these transcript's where the PR office is said to 'Look nice' when can I see it?

O: I’m not going to risk bringing you into the mall, girl. Rose would absolutely kill me. If she didn’t hate us before, she’d 100% despise us after that.

Ne: Rose doesn't hate you guys she just… Doesn't trust y'all.

C: That’s fair.

Ne: I… Still don't know what to think, even if I don't trust y'all I still respect y'all, hell one of you saved my fucking life!

O: You don’t have to trust us, Ness. It’s honestly better if you don’t.

Ne: I… You guys are… Are like a family to me, which is weird, because the people in the apartment are also like a family to me, the point is. You guys treat me like I'm your sister or something… Like I belong… It’s ah fuck, I'm getting all sappy in the murder van.

Be: Sap is for trees! Don’t make the car all sticky! Wait, that’s not what you meant, is it.

Ne: N- No… I meant I was getting all emotional.

Be: Oooooh. That makes more sense.

O: We try to treat people who we’ve interacted with positively with respect. It would be rude not to. You’ve been a great help with some jobs, and I know that you probably are going to want to help with more…

Ne: Sure! I um… You guys are like a… A big family, I understand I can probably never fully join but… It’s fun to hang out with you guys.

O: Yeah… we can’t let you fully join PR, we can’t do that to you. You have a life to live, we all threw ours away. You’re staying as an honorary member, though.

Ne: That’s fine! I'm fine with that. As long as… As I can still maybe hang out with y'all? If you want I can teach y'all how to play Mario Party on a day off.

O: Sounds like a fun idea! Maybe we can finally get good enough to beat Alexander!

C: I hope you guys have fun with that.

Ne: A day off is supposed to be fun… I think… Only time I get days off is when I'm injured.

O: I’d be glad to do that, just need to find a day where we don’t get any jobs… wait. Hold on…

Ne: What?

O: Shit! My damn bodycam was recording this whole thing!

[Cassius slams his head into the steering wheel, causing the horn to honk.]

O: Sorry, everyone! Um. Anyone have someone they want to say hi to?

Ne: Rose is gonna kill me… Rose is gonna kill me… Wait. Can you block people?

O: I don’t know, this thing is old, it might not have received the update.

Ne: Can I try? I really don't want her to worry.

O: Ness, she’d get upset if she found out later. You might as well just let her see.

Ne: Fine… Hi Rose… Don't kill me.

C: I have someone to say hi to.

O: Alright, shoot.

C: Iris, if you say one thing about this I swear to god.

O: Okay! Anyone else?

[A chorus of no’s.]

O: Well, that just leaves me, then. Hi, Eden! Okay, turning this thing off now.

[Transcript manually ended.]

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joszns · 1 month

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first time for everything ✭

virgin!ellie x virgin!reader

cw: scissoring, some fingering, cuteness! ellie and fem!reader just being silly and sexy

today was the day.

you had showered, styled your hair, shaved, lotioned, the works.

a lacy set of lingerie was laid out by you, the thought of ellie seeing you in it making your heart flutter.

after putting it on, you stood in the mirror.

you admired your choice, the sheer floral pattern on the bra adorning your breasts and covering up just the right places, leaving a perfect amount to the imagination. a delicate silver heart bedazzled from the center of the bra, sparkling in the light of your bathroom. the bottoms were cheeky, completely see through fabric save for the gusset and a black heart in the same floral pattern at the center of the crotch. the straps on the thong were bedazzled, matching the sparkly bra.

satisfied with how you looked, you put your outfit on and texted ellie you were on the way.

when you arrived, you were nervous. sure, it was just a movie night, but you were secretly planning so much more.

“you look cute,” ellie greets, kissing you softly and bringing you inside. “what’s the occasion?”

you flush red. “what, can I not dress up nice to hang out with my girlfriend?” you say with a laugh, taking off your shoes and settling into her bed.

she rolls her eyes in response and sits next to you, arm over your shoulder as she picks up your legs and drapes them over her own.

“let’s watch a haunting in venice! heard it’s good.” ellie says excitedly. she eagerly puts the movie on and pulls you even closer, making your heart beat faster.

the movie starts, but you aren’t interested. you turn to ellie, admiring her face. you felt different this time, the warm feeling of love that typically stayed in your heart beginning to bloom somewhere else.

“what is it? do you wanna watch something else?” ellie asks, noticing how you haven’t once looked at the screen. you meet her gaze before flicking your eyes down to her lips, then back up again. she does the same, leaning in for a kiss.

eagerly, you reciprocate, your hand rising to cup her face as the kiss begins to intensify quickly. tongues sliding against the others own, sloppy smacking, a desperate whine from you as you began to be needy for her. you position your legs and sit up, straddling ellie as you two make out. her hands rose to your body and gently squeezed your upper thighs.

you felt bold, beginning to grind down on ellie. she broke the kiss, pupils blown wide and breathing heavily as a string of saliva connected your swollen lips to eachother.

“what…fffuuuckk….what are you doing…” ellie said, watching as your hips rutted down into her own, her clit throbbing.

“i…im ready. im ready to go all the way, if you are..” you said nervously. she looked up at you, lips parted slightly.

“are you sure? i…” she starts, searching your face for any signs of doubt.

anxiously, you take hold of her hand and tenderly place it on your clothed breast. ellie flushes red and squeezes softly, causing you to let out a breathy whine. you lean down to her neck, kissing gently at first.

“‘s this okay?” you mumble against her skin.

“yes.” ellie responds, leaning to the opposite side to expose more of her hot skin. you began to pepper open mouthed kisses on her skin, suckling and leaving soft purpley marks behind. ellie moans quietly, your cunt absolutely dripping at her sweet sweet sounds.

her hands began to grope at your body, hesitant but needy, traveling from your plush, gyrating hips to your tits, squeezing at them. you moaned against her neck, the grinding not providing the friction you desperately craved.

you pulled away from ellie’s neck, which made her whine quietly at the loss of contact.

“should…can we start undressing?” you asked nervously.

“please…” ellie responds.

you grab the end of your shirt, stepping off the bed and staring into her lush green eyes, batting your eyelashes as you slowly took it off. she watched intensely, almost like if she turned away for just a moment you would disappear. you unbuttoned your jeans as well, sliding off the denim. her greedy eyes traveled down your torso, face turning red at the sight of your lingerie set.

“were you planning this?” ellie asked, kissing your collarbone.

“maybe.”

she draws in a breath, heart beating faster as the tension in the room grows.

“your turn.” you say, looking into ellie’s eyes once more.

ellie takes off her tank top, her chest bare underneath. her small but perky breasts, now exposed to you, pale, freckled, and perfect.

“sorry…typically i don’t wear a bra.” ellie said nervously, raising an arm to cover her bare skin.

you stopped her.

“don’t cover up, you’re perfect.” you said softly, kissing her after. ellie melted into the kiss, kissing you back desperately as she pulled you impossibly closer. your tongues slid against eachother sloppily, lewd smacking sounds echoing in the dim room.

ellie’s hand tenderly slid from your hips to your inner thigh, her thumb rubbing the softest circles on your clit through your panties.

“can i do this?” she asked softly against your reddened lips.

you bit your lip, a soft whine trying to break from your lips. “yes.”

ellie kisses you roughly, slightly increasing the pressure on your swollen bud through the sheer lace. you whimpered against her lips, pushing into her thumbs pushing.

“more..” you mumbled into the kiss.

ellie pushed you into the bed, slotting her knee between your legs and pressing it against your damp panties.

you moaned on her lips, rutting your hips on her knee. her hand groped your breast, lips kissing from your cheek to your neck, then your chest.

“can I take this off…?” she asked.

you nodded in response.

she fumbled with the clasp, brows furrowing in frustration as it wouldn’t unhook.

“ah fuck…sorry, this is so bad..” she apologized, finally unhooking the damn thing.

you giggled in response.

“you’re so cute…”

she blushed.

you discarded the bra, breasts now exposed like her own. ellie stared at them for a moment before connecting her lips on your hot skin, sucking dark marks into your flesh as her tongue swirled around your perky nipple.

her hot tongue pressed against your skin drove you insane. you moaned softly, arching into her mouth. her hand slowly trailed down your body and once again began to apply slight pressure to your swollen clit through your lingerie.

you bucked your hips against her hand, a sharp whine breaking past your lips at the quick burst of pleasure that gave you. you started grinding on her hand, desperate for her touch.

“fuck…” ellie said quietly, her own clit throbbing beneath her jeans and boxers. she watched you getting off on her hand, lips slightly parted.

“need you…” you mumbled. you dropped down to ellie’s hand and shoved it beneath your panties, shivering at the touch of her cold fingers on your warm slick. she froze.

“are…are you sure?” ellie asked awkwardly, heart beating fast.

“i need you ellie. please….” you said, kissing her.

she quickly fumbled her jeans and boxers off, removing your own underwear as well. she pressed her chest against your own, hand making its way back to your sloppy cunt and-ohmygod she’s inside-curling her long, cool fingers upwards.

you nervously reach for ellies cunt, fingers awkwardly rubbing her puffy clit. she bucks her hips forward, whimpering softly at the sudden contact.

“baby…i need to feel you…” she said, catching your eyes. your heart beats faster, clenching down on her fingers.

“fuck…,” ellie whispers under her breath. “so…tight..can I?”

you nod in response, parting your legs as she slips between them and settles on top of you.

“are you sure?” she asked quietly, staring into your eyes.

you drew in a breath, blushing. admiring the beautiful girl infront of-well more like on top of- you, freckles decorating her toned body.

“im sure ellie.”

she looks downwards and begins to grind into you slowly, exhaling softly as your slick mixes with her own. you buck your hips, awkwardly trying your best to match her rhythm. her hands grip your legs as she speeds up, grunting occasionally. she didn’t care how out of sync it was, you felt so fucking good pressed against her clit and fuck she’s close-

“baby fuck…” she moaned, picking up the pace again. lucky for both of you, you were able to catch on. your body trembled as your clits aggressively rubbed together, sloppy wet sounds echoing between the two of you.

your chest lifted and sunk rapidly, careless whines and gasps escaping your lips as you stared at the girl on top of you.

“i…i love you, i lo-fuck-love you so much, ellie.” you moaned, eyes closing in pleasure as you neared your peak. “im so close, don’t stop.”

ellie grunted in response, hips shuddering as she continued her pace.

you both managed to find the perfect rhythm, the pressure and synchronization driving you both over the edge. you moaned her name, and she whimpered yours, both of you coming down from your highs pressed against the other.

she unhooked her leg from your torso, eyeing you up and down with a soft smile and loving look. you pulled her close, her sweat and scent mixing with your own.

“that was so…oh my god! haha..” you said with a giggle. ellie blushed.

“i uh…i learned a thing or two from porn. you’re also my first.” she confessed. you kissed her sweetly, the feeling of her lips on your own being one of the best things you’d ever known.

well, second best now.

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[ SMAU + DRABBLE ] 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ! ( fifth installment ) in which you find toji fushiguro’s number off a sugar baby site .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven.

୨୧˚ incl; toji fushiguro

୨୧˚ cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , mommy kink , drug + alcohol usage , smut drabble , submissive toji , soft sex , profanity

୨୧˚ an; guys… i don’t know what took over me when i wrote this one….im sorry ,, also yes drabble time, you all knew this would happen eventually don’t act surprised 🙄🙄🙄

come over and show me then

The last message Toji had sent you. He was bold, heart racing just the slightest bit when he thumbed that frightening, little arrow icon to send a text that would most likely change his whole relationship chemistry with you. You, the kind hearted woman who graced him with your undying benevolence and wealth.

You, the woman Toji called mommy not even twelve hours ago during an idiotic, drunken stupor.

You, the woman who graced his bed, peering up to him with the softest gaze Toji’d ever been observed with. It was an odd sight–you splayed on his mattress. Dawning a lavish top; silken, Toji absentmindedly recognizes the fabric ( then proceeds to grimace at the fact that he can actually discern between different breeds of fabric. Your lifestyle was rubbing off on him ) and thinks you look out of place. An expensive jewel among the dank cave of his shoddy bedroom.

Toji crawls in after you, winding up your side, clinging akin to a baby koala bear. Still, he doesn’t speak, preferring to let the sounds of sheets sliding against each other fill the gaps of silence. You take his hulking body in those loving arms and break the quiet. “I’m not buying you for the night.” You cradle his cheek; you make him look up to you and Toji nods under your hand. “You know that, right?”

He nods again. “Sure,” and for once, it comes out without a modicum of sarcasm. Because Toji believes it when you tell him that you’re not looking to gain access to his body through flimsy transactions. Your sincerity is displayed through the months of torturous anticipation. Months of him on the cusp of begging–and Toji Fushiguro has never begged for anything in his goddamned miserable life. Your sincerity is displayed through the gingerness in which you hold his face. Because how could someone with such gentle hands ever tell a lie? And your sincerity is displayed through your words. You tell Toji things that nobody has ever told him before. Nice things, reassuring things despite his insistence on being an asshole to you.

Toji pushes his torso to be propped up on an elbow before he leans in. It’s not a tame first kiss by any means; Toji is mammalian in the way his teeth gnash yours and his tongue laves your cupid’s bow. “Slow,” you whisper in the short absence of his lips. “Slowly.” A command that he feels inclined to follow like some kept mutt, swapping out the animalistic pace with a more refined, controlled tempo. Your face was swallowed by two massive hands; they clamped on either side of your jaw, calloused and dry and forcefully pulling you closer. “Just like that, Toji.”

The way you say his name… Fuck. Toji grunts, swinging a heavy thigh over your own to situate between your legs. “I’ve never,” there's a pause when he leans in to suck the tip of your tongue, “been so desperate to be inside a woman.” His thick tongue worms back into your mouth, pushing smoky saliva down your throat. You were writhing; your hand slides over his, the one still tending to your cheek, and you guide it lower. He let you drag his hand down the smooth slope of your neck, over the hill of your delicate chest, across the plain of your soft tummy to meet the waistband of your designer pants.

Your head tilts, something devious glinting in the colored rings of your eyes that have Toji so enchanted. He plucks at the brass button of your pants, nudging the point of his nose to the high of your cheekbone. Breathing in the luxury branded perfume that overpowered the cigarette stench still lingering in his room from his morning smoke; evidenced by the stub crumbled in the glass tray on his wobbly nightstand. “What about the girl…Girl from last night?”

Toji smiles at the breathy question. “What girl?” He hums cheekily against your mouth, letting his tongue slip back through the seam of your delicious lips. You slap his face rather playful, but his breath hitches all the same.

“Dick.”

At last, he pops the button. The acrylic of your nails sink into the meat of his forearm, legs widening, ass shifting; all of the signs that Toji hyperfixated on. The way you tell him to keep going without so much as saying a word has him hotter than anytime another woman has begged for his touch in bed. Toji kisses you as he dips beneath the ajar slacks, then those sheer panties, slipping down to where you needed him most. You’re wet, he notes to himself. Wet, squelching and red hot when his thick middle finger sandwiches itself between the labia.

Both pairs of legs tangled together amidst the desperation. While Toji touches you, you’re hiking your leg up–the one snuggled between two of the man’s built thighs. It presses to his clothed crotch, and you reach around grab a handful of his ass. “Hump it,” you dictate, using his ass cheek as leverage to pull his hips down against your awaiting thigh. Toji jolts; never had his ass been grabbed like that, but he thinks he likes it.

So he grinds. His groin crashes against your leg with rough enthusiasm, so rough that it should be a threat to your poor femur bone. But he doesn’t let up. Toji’s arm tenses and shakes with exertion as he fingers you, forearm burning from the intensity at which he moves. But he doesn’t let up.

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Fuck.”

What is he, some kind of dog? Chasing his high against a leg, licking your neck, barking obscenities into existence. Had you been anyone else, Toji would have had them bent at the waist over his bed, forcing their face into his lonesome pillow and taking what he needed. But you had this certain authority–you’d always had–as if you owned him. Not that you would ever admit that, nor did you believe it, but Toji did. You pay for his living quarters, his meals, his clothes, his car, hell, his time. The leash was cuffed at his throat, leather digging into his flesh, and he fucking loved it. Toji would wait for your instructions like a well behaved puppy.

“Take my pants off,” you utter, and it’s only then does Toji realize that the both of you hadn’t bothered shedding any layers, taking favor in rutting clothed bodies together like a couple of immature teens. His hips pause their humping, and his tongue finds one long, last lick to your jugular before pulling back.

Two thumbs hook beneath both layers of material at your hips. “Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” he mutters offhandedly, dragging your pants down.

You’re bare. His mouth waters at the sight of glistening moisture between your legs, encapsulated by a dusting of hair. Toji stares, nestled on his knees, straddling your thigh. He just stares.

“I told you my reasons,” you say.

He doesn’t respond to that. “I want to fuck you.”

Your chest rises. Are you arching for him? “Ask me.” When he cocks a confused brow, you lightly elaborate. “Show me some of that respect I taught you and ask me nicely.”

The sole of your foot caresses his pec over the black tee shirt he sports, a gentle notion that he is allowed to take his time. Toji doesn’t need time though; he’s got your twisted little request all figured out. It’s funny, he shouldn’t have expected any less. To him, respect didn’t exist in the bedroom, but Toji would make an exception. “Will you let me fuck you tonight?” You’re not letting him get off that easy, your pointed eyes say it all. So, in an uncharacteristically piteous voice, the man adds “please, ma’am” and strokes your calf for good measure.

That does it.

Your legs spread, arms racing up to coil around the thick post of his neck. He lets you pull him down, lets you kiss him tenderly, lets your tongue curl behind his teeth. Toji groans, reaching a sticky hand down to clumsily shove his sweatpants around his ass. “You have no–” kiss “idea what you–” kiss “you do to me–” kiss, kiss “when you call me that.”

His length drags over your core, hot and heavy and thick and raw. He doesn’t move to grab a condom knowing damn well there’s a box that sits in his nightstand to the left of them. A box that has been forgotten, left untouched in the waking months of his realization that he doesn’t want to fuck other people. Why would he? When you take such good fucking care of him, what’s the point in sleeping around anymore?

“Be grateful,” Toji husks, rubbing up against the warmth beneath him. “‘M never this nice in bed.”

“I’m not, either.”

He throbs at that. A small hand snakes behind his head, weaving into the raven shag of his hair, and tugs. “I really never meant for this to happen.” Toji narrows those steely eyes at you. “To end up in your bed, I mean. I thought I had more resolve than this.”

Too bad money can’t buy resolve, he thinks inwardly. Hand still between bodies, Toji jerks himself slowly, soaking his tip in your entrance. His gaze is glued to your face, flitting amidst all the gorgeous features it had to offer. “I knew I’d get you here eventually,” he speaks with a lilt of confidence, prodding the point of his nose to yours. And then he pushes inside without warning. You’re gooey; a hot, wet heat encasing his body from head to toe. He feels you shudder, feels nails in his nape. He feels your sticky breaths on his cheek, feels your pillowy thighs squish against his hip bones. Toji serves you the entire length in one slow thrust, holding himself inside. “Fuck.”

“Slow,” you warn once more in a broken voice. His hair was grabbed again, you used it as a makeshift handlebar to yank Toji’s head down. His handsome face plummeted into the divot between your breasts, still gift wrapped in that undoubtedly overpriced shirt. His nose pressed to your sternum, taking deep inhales.

Slow.

Slow sex was unfamiliar territory to Toji, one among the list of foreign concepts you had introduced to him during your time together. Fucking was animalistic practice between two people, fast-paced and greedy and surprisingly lonely. Toji fucked with the intention of climaxing; intimacy is irrelevant. Was irrelevant.

Toji slips a hand beneath your back, locking a grip on the underside of your shoulder to weld your chest to his face. Slow, timely thrusts met your cunt, watery squelches filled the room. “Oh, fuck.”

Your hands wander. Crawling down the base of his spine, breezing over his tail bone, clutching his bare ass. Guiding him in a way, and he doesn’t entirely mind. “My boy,” you moan in the throes of pleasure, a free hand blindly feeling for the back of his sweaty neck. Fingers stroke the precious skin there, sensitive flesh that nobody has ever paid attention to, not even himself. Toji trembles.

“Take it,” he whispers back, as if he still had any semblance of control. But you let him, and he thinks you’re too fucking nice for sparing his pride like that. “Take it, goddamn it.”

“Yes, my sweet boy.”

Idiotic. He is no longer a boy, nor does he even slightly compare to anything sweet. God, if you knew him. If you knew what he did for work… How many people he’s gutted and bled like livestock for quick cash… You would leave. He knows this to be a fact of life, you’re simply too moralistic and caring and selfless to keep in contact with a monster like him.

“Let mommy take care of you.”

Oh Jesus Christ, he’s done for. You wax praises so sincere that Toji starts to let himself believe he’s good. He pretends he’s worthy of being here with you right now in this bed, with your lithe fingers petting his damp hair and your breasts against his cheek, and fucks you harder. The toes of two socked feet bury into the mattress.

You successfully conquered his flimsy pride. “Mom… my…,” Toji breathes out, stifling down the impending whine caught at the back of his esophagus. He bucks deep inside, pubic bone to pubic bone, and grabs a handful of tit. So fucking soft even under this stupid shirt.

The sex plays out this way until the very end. A gentle tango that reminds Toji he hadn’t actually fucked in missionary position for some time. But at last, you came around him. “Toji, baby I’m here.” As if you were charged with electricity, you twitched and jumped beneath him. Toji fucked you through it, grinding his hips in a trajectory that caught your clit with his pubic hair. The friction was passionate, and you came with your jaw unhinged on a silent yelp.

“Give it to me,” he rasped, tongue lolling out to lick at your cleavage through your shirt. Drool rolled down the palate, collecting into a small puddle and dampening the fabric. A messy puppy, drooling all over you like that. Toji fucked harder, much too hard to be considered ‘slow’ anymore, but you didn’t stop him.

“Come on.” A hand dips beneath the collar of Toji’s tight shirt, scratching the ever loving fuck out of his upper back. “Cum baby boy.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck.” The thrusts halt abruptly; Toji rams himself deep inside and holds onto you for dear life. There’s a brief pause before he empties himself into the deepest depths of your pussy, twitching as he does so. You coo, talking him through it with an inoffensive hand raking his bangs back. They stick, his sweat acting like a sort of natural gel, and Toji’s forehead is on display. You drag him up and press your lips to it—he flushes and drops back onto you, hiding in your neck.

Toji gasps on his come down, gulping in air through his nose. He’s weak and it’s strange. Despite the stupid amount of strength trapped within that Herculean body, Toji cannot find it in him to hover anymore. His entire weight drops onto your much tinier frame, but he hears no objections so he keeps himself there.

“Worth the buildup?” You ask at last, rubbing soothing circles into the plates of his shoulder blades. Your voice is a little strained, no doubt the effects of a two-hundred-and-something-pound man crushing your lungs, but Toji likes the funny grate of it in his ears.

“You already know the answer.” It’s written in the way your cum mixes together and wets the crease of his inner thighs. He’s not exactly going to say that was the most intimate and passionate sex i’ve ever had, but he’ll show you how much it meant to him by letting you cradle him to your chest.

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