#dina woodward fanfic

[zombholic]

PRIVACY — dina woodward

description — one shot, dealer!dina, mean dina, poc! fem reader, naïve reader, young reader, older dina, SMUT, mdi, 18+, mentions of drugs, usage of drugs, mention of guns.

authors note — CREDS TO AURAL CANDY BIG INSPO FROM THEM!!

“You heard from Ty yet?” Dina sat on the couch weighing the marijuana on the scale.

“He called and said he gonna be late.” Her friend Jordan replied back as he was scooping the white powder into little baggies.

Dina’s phone chimed continuously, her frustration starting to become more apparent. She grabbed her phone rolling her eyes only making Jordan curious.

“Who blowing up your shit D?”

“You know that girl I said I was talking to? The fucking hot one.” He nodded his head in response.

“She’s so fucking clingy man, I deadass told her I was gonna be busy for a bit n here she is fucking calling and texting me.” Dina was talking about you, the hot ones are always crazy right?

“Just turn your phone off.” He suggested but that only made her give him the ‘are you stupid’ look.

“And what if Ty calls?” Dina ran the little business she had going on but Ty was the delivery man, he was important.

“What she look like?” Dina seemed excited for this question, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through her camera roll before showing him the picture of you all dolled up for her on a date.

“She’s fucking gorgeous but fuck she’s annoying.” She put her phone away bagging the little pills and separating them in a pile.

“She looks young, probably is annoying.” See Dina was the only one who was allowed to call you annoying, she stared at Jordan making him a little fearful.

“She is young, only five years older than her, she said she gotta thing for older women.” Dina chuckled.

Suddenly there was a couple of knocks at Dina’s front door, Jordan was quick to pull his gun out. She waved her hand at him to hide it at least, walking over to her door she opened it ajar only to see your pretty self behind the door with a glass pan in your hands.

“Y/n? Why- what the fuck are you doing here?” She pulled you inside quickly locking the door.

“I’m sorry D, I didn’t mean to bother you but I baked you some brownies.” You were so innocent, only wanting to bring your favorite girl something sweet.

“Are you fucking dumb? Did you not read my texts?” She was dumbing you down, you looked at her with guilty eyes.

“M’sorry Dina, I was trying to—“ “Shut the fuck up, how did you even get here?” You flinched a little with how aggressive she was becoming.

“I have your location..” You were biting the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact with her.

She grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks so hard they pressed against your teeth, her fingers digging into them it started to hurt.

“How dare you not respect my privacy, I do so fucking much for you and here you are disrespecting me.” She grabbed the pan out of your hands and roughly threw it on the table.

“M’sorry, please I didn’t know you would get so mad.” Your fingers wrapped around her wrist that had a deathly grip on your face.

“You see my friend over there?” You looked over at Jordan and nodded your head.

“He was ready to blow your fucking brains out, I didn’t want you over here because you could’ve fucking died.” She jabbed her finger at your head like you were stupid.

“Sorry Dina, I won’t do it again.” You farrowed your brows feeling the tears build up in your eyes.

“Oh you’re sorry? Show me how fucking sorry you are.” She snaked her hand behind your neck and dragged you over to the couch, throwing you down on it.

“Jordan, fuck outta here.” He listened to her, quickly leaving the place.

“Get on your fucking knees whore.” You couldn’t even deny the fact that Dina degrading you didn’t leave a pool in your panties.

Not wanting her to making even more pissed off you listened, quickly getting on your knees on the hardwood floor. Dina grabbed your chin forcing you to look up at her with those pretty doe eyes of yours that she loved to see roll to the back of your head.

“Open.” She demanded, you parted your lips sticking your tongue out, Dina hovered over your face spitting into your mouth.

“Swallow.” You were her bitch, listening to every command that she barked at you.

“Take off your fucking dress, this pretty little dress that I bought you.” Her hand clashed against your face catching you off balance.

“You’re being so mean.” You pouted slipping the dress off your body leaving you only in your panties.

“Oh I’m so sorry Sweetheart.” You could feel the sarcasm biting you in the ass “I couldn’t give a single fuck.” She chuckled.

“Unzip my jeans and let me fuck your stupid little face.” Your fingers were quick to undo her pants, her flesh colored strap slipping out.

“Relax your jaw and open as wide as you can.” There was a hint of sweetness in her voice but that quickly vanished when she slapped her cock against your tongue.

Her fingers tangled in your hair pushing your head down on her strap, you felt the tip of it hitting the back of your throat making you gag, tears slowly slipped from your eyes as she started fastening her pace. Your nails dug into her clothed thighs looking up at her through your wet lashes.

“S’pretty like that.” She licked her lips, groaning every time the strap pushed bask against her clit.

You felt your spit spill down her cock to your chin, she pulled your head away having you inhaling for air, the string of spit connecting from your lips to her strap drove her crazy. You quickly wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, Dina leaned down giving you a sloppy kiss.

“On the couch.” She licked her teeth watching how eagerly you switch positions from the floor to the couch.

“Nah, face down ass up, I don’t wanna see your fucking face, pissed me off.” She pushed your back in even more, your ass wiggling in her face resulting in her slapping it so hard bruises were going to form.

She teased your soaking slit with the tip of her strap, gathering up all your arousal before slapping your ass once again making you whine out in pain.

“Gonna teach you not to invade my privacy like that again you fucking slut.” Without warning she thrusted the strap inside your gummy walls.

“Ooh fuucck…” You gasped, your eyes rolling back feeling her cock stretch you out so nicely.

Dina had wrapped her hands around your hips holding you in place as she fucked you mercilessly from behind, every gasp from your lips had her slapping your ass.

“So fucking tight baby, whose fucking pussy is this?” You could hear the grin she had on her face.

“Fuucking yours, ohmygod it’s yours Dina.” The way you moaned her name only clouded her mind even more.

The whole apartment was filled with the sounds of your screaming, hips clapping together and your squelching pussy Dina was drilling into like her life depended on it. She wrapped your hair around her fingers pulling you back against her chest, her teeth biting your earlobe.

“M’gonna cum Dina, fuck i’m gonna cum!” Her hand trailed down to your needy clit rubbing it in tight circles.

“Aww, gonna cum baby? Beg for it.” Her words made you clench around her strap only giving her a reason to thrust harder.

“Please— mmghh… please can I cum? Please let me cum Dina.” You pleaded, the feeling in your stomach only becoming stronger.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” She kissed your neck the tip of her cock kissing your cervix so fucking good.

“Cum— thrust.. for— thrust.. me— thrust.” You were chanting her name over and over again your orgasm fell through your body.

“Yeah, wear my name out baby.” Her strokes becoming sloppy, letting you ride out your orgasm.

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[aouiaa]

Who are you, really?

Outline: Love is many things; beautiful, transformative, but isn’t always like that. It can also be dangerous, deceiving, and in this case, it’s all the above for you. Can you break your morals for love?

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: Modern au + Reader’s pov + No baby JJ + D and R are in their mid 30s + Established relationship + Description of violence + Mentions of death + Multiple mentions of sexual depictions + Flashback + Angst + Mentions of R being a workaholic + Fluff + Raunchy humor + Italics are R’s thoughts + The bold italics are just for narration!

Chapter one -> Next Chapter

The loud sound of something being slammed on your desk disrupted your “eye rest” break. Startled, your eyes subconsciously snap open to see another pile of files on your desk. Fuck, more?! And standing behind them is your boss.

Shit..

“Sleeping on the job again, I assume?” the feminine voice penetrates your eardrums.

You groan, rubbing your eye, “No, no—“ you sigh, “just resting my eyes, sorry ma’am.”

“Well resting your eyes—“ she emphasized, “—ain’t gonna solve the cases that are piling on your desk, Y/n.”

You sighed, “I know, I know, you know I wouldn’t slack off on these cases—just…need some coffee.” you responded. You need more than just coffee, you needed some fucking clarity. An explanation to tell everyone around you, but mostly for yourself. Having multiple endless sleepless nights trying to conjure up an explanation. With all these unsolved cases—or should I say horrific cases piling your desk like damn skyscrapers. How could you sleep?

From the last viewing of past crimes, you’ve seen the gruesome length, this killer isn’t afraid to tread. But this wasn't unusual for you, you’re a crime scene investigator—lead crime scene Investigator on this ongoing case—sorry. So this became the norm for you. But with the norm came responsibilities, and with responsibility came stress. This maniac has been roaming around for years now, murdering innocent victims.

Only now, their murders have been getting more brutal. Old reports stated, “victim found with multiple stab wounds to the chest area” to now reporting, finding them with stab wounds and or either their “abdomens gutted” or “limbs missing” that would be later found spread out in public spaces.

What a sick fuck.

But the one thing they were notorious for was leaving evidence. It wasn’t actually evidence to get them caught. No, They were fucking smart, you’d give them that. It was just evidence to get you and your team excited to only realize it leads to a dead end, leaving everyone frustrated. This fucker was toying with you. You were gonna make sure this asshole pays for what he did. Even if it kills you.

Because having the victims’ family belittle you and your team infuriated you. Because who were they to call you and your team quote on quote, ‘just a bunch of useless idiots sitting on their asses eating donuts?!’ My god, that’s just a fucking stereotype!—actually a glazed donut sounds good right now—

“Hey, Y/n?—Y/n!” a voice ripples through your ongoing thoughts.

“Huh?—Ahh shit!” You hiss as the scolding hot coffee lands and burns your skin. Pulling your hand to your chest and holding the irritated skin, you look behind to see your colleague, Sam.

“Shit—you okay?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, yeah—I’m fine.” Fucking coffee, “You staying late tonight?” you ask.

“No, no, gotta get home to the missus tonight and you?” he says with a gruffy chuckle.

You chuckle as well and respond, “Uhh—no, I’m staying late tonight, gotta finish up a few things…” you say while grabbing your steaming coffee carefully and walking over to the coffee counter display. He follows slowly behind and leans against the counter beside you and replies, “Oh…alright—just be careful. These recent killings, man, they have everyone on edge.” he warns.

That warning makes you chuckle, “Trust me, I can deal with some asshole.” you reply while pouring some of the coffee out and ripping open a sugar packet, pouring the contents inside your cup. But you didnt hear him laugh along, instead a unamused sigh leaving his mouth, “Y/n—” Fuck, here we go again, “—Alright, alright, I’ll be safe, god.” you interrupt with a little chuckle to avoid an awkward moment.

He sighs, “You can’t joke around like that—“ This fucking guy “—I said I’ll be safe.” interrupting once more with a serious tone. The immediate seriousness in your voice catches him off guard, making him back off. “Alright, sorry…I’ll…see you tomorrow.” he responds sheepishly and begins to walk away as you finish making your coffee.

You turn your head to see your colleague walking away, feeling the guilt settling in your stomach—Fuck..

You didn’t mean to blow off on him like that. You’ve just been restless and so tense lately and no one can take a fucking joke. Granted, it was a shitty one, but still! Pull the sticks out your asses, guys and laugh! With a sigh, you sip your still bitter coffee—after putting in a bunch of creamers—and enter your office to resume on an unfinished report.

You were on a roll! Finishing report after report, you loved the adrenaline you got from this. You could run two fucking marathons this rush coursing through your veins. Until the sound of your alarm disturbs the high. That stupid ass Justin Bieber song starts to play; “Baby, baby, baby oh!” With a groan, you grab the noisy phone from your pocket, holding it in your hand causes the phone to light up. It gives you a better look at the alarm’s display and with the name for it above, “Time to cum home!” Upon reading the name, it causes you to laugh while turning off the alarm.

God, I love her..

Standing up from your comfortable office chair, you begin packing your belongings up and pushing aside the empty coffee cups that desperately need to be thrown out. Eh..I’ll do it later. you won’t be doing it “later”. Nonetheless, you shut off the lights and begin trudging to the main office’s elevator, pressing the call button.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket once again, you go to the message app, and texting your girlfriend, Dina. You smile at the past conversation with your lover and text her.

You wait a couple seconds for the “Delivered” receipt to turn to, “Read”, but it was a possible chance it wouldn’t since you knew tonight she was gonna stay up late working on designs for one of her clients. But the dinging sound of the elevator doors causes you to look up from your phone and walk inside. Turning off your phone and putting it back in your pocket, you press the button for the ground floor and begin your descent when that stupid ass alarm blares off again; “Baby, baby, baby oh!” You groan, immediately take out your phone to turn it off.

“Stupid ass fucking song.” you mumbled annoyedly.

Few months prior…

You walk into your shared bedroom to find your girlfriend fiddling with your phone. At first, you didn’t mind until you started hearing multiple alarm sounds coming from Dina’s direction causing you to turn around.

“Bae, what are you doing?” you ask while settling yourself down behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, and placing your chin on her shoulder gently to look down at what she’s doing.

“Setting an alarm for you.” she replies.

Her answer elicits a chuckle and you begin to try taking your phone away from her playfully. “Dina, bae, you know I don’t need my phone to wake me up in the morning. I have the alarm clock for that.”

With every attempt to grabbing your phone results in being unsuccessful as she moves it out of your reach. “It's not for that.” she states, causing you to become even more confused.

“Oh?—what’s it for then?” you say with a cheeky smile and start to hum dramatically as if you’re thinking what it could be used for as you inquire again, “is it a reminder to eat you out—“

“Y/n!” she interrupts you, causing you to burst out laughing while she elbows your arm.

“No, you perv!” she quips with a smile, “it’s so you know when to come back from work.”

Your laughter slowly dies out and immediately giveher a look, “to stop working? babe—“

“—Ah, ah, ah, no, before you start, this is set because I know how you are.”

“anndd” you drag out, “how am I?” you ask playfully with a smirk.

She huffs, “You’re a workaholic” she bluntly says, “and tend to stay in your office for a long period of time even after your shift has ended!” she argues.

Her statement causes your playful demeanor to drop instantly and rest your head on her shoulder again, “Baby, you know I’m trying not to do that anymore.” you say softly.

“I know you are, but this is just to ensure that.” she softens her voice and looks back at you. There’s awkward silence between the two of you. Before a sigh from your girlfriend breaks that silence, “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.” You knew that she meant well and just acted this way out of fear. Terrified, She’d get the heart dropping call that you “collapsed at work and now in the hospital” again. No, she couldn't relive that moment again. No, you wouldn’t let that happen. Not again.

So you didn’t protest any further, just giving a nod and watching your girlfriend set the alarm. And even trying to lighten up the mood by helping her pick the most goofiest alarm sound that you knew you’d come to hate. But you didn’t care since you knew it’d bring the one girl you entrusted with your heart, comfort.

Present…

The pattering of rain hitting your windshield as you drive down the familiar neighborhood feels so relaxing. Soothing even, it’s one of those rare comforts you get from your chaotic life and each time the feeling eventuates, you embrace it. But even though you try desperately to cling onto this feeling tightly, it always leaves. Always leaving a bitter feeling behind. With this same feeling coursing through your body, you pull into the driveway of your one story house. Turning off the engine, you don’t move instead resting your head on the steering wheel, listening and counting carefully to all the soft thumps that cast down on your car.

Pull yourself together..

Reluctantly, you get out of your car and walk to the entrance of your house while stuffing your hand in your pocket, searching for your keys. Fucking keys, where are you? Until the sharp edge of the key prickles your finger as you mouth the word “ow” before grabbing the key and sticking it in the keyhole. Twisting the key, unlocking the door to your cozy house.

Ahh, home at last.

Walking inside, you throw your keys into the bowl with Dina’s. “Dina?” you call out as you shut the door behind you and begin kicking your shoes off. No response. “Dina?” you call out again while losing your tie. No response once again—wait is that the water running? You hum in confusion and walk down the hallway, looking to the right, you see Dina’s ipad on the dining table with papers scattered around it.

Tattoo sketches..but where is the artist?

You avert your gaze ahead and continue walking down the winding hallway. The running water can be heard more prominent now, She must be in the bathroom. Now in front of the bathroom door, you can confirm that the water is running from the other end—but there’s also rustling. “Dina?” you knock on the door, “Baby, I’m home.” you say, waiting for a response.

“Yeah, yeah—I’ll be out in a bit…just using the bathroom!” The familiar voice says, causing you to smile.

“Alright—I’ll be in the kitchen.” you say and begin your way to said location.

“Okay!” you hear faintly as you walk away.

In the kitchen, you pour yourself some water, leaning against the counter, and closing your eyes. Trying not to think of the stresses of work, even though that’s all what’s been clouding your mind for months. Dismembered corpse—public space—some gutted—missing limbs—some having the same fate—oh god…

The sound of a door opening and soft footsteps approaching cause you to open your eyes and clear all those thoughts. You exhale, preparing yourself—For what? Upon seeing the raven haired girl, you set your glass down on the counter and walk over to you. Wrapping your arms around her waist and leaning in to kiss her.

“Hey baby.”

“Hey, you okay?” she says with a hint of worry in her tone.

The feeling of Dina caressing your cheek elicits a sigh, “Y-yeah—no, I'm okay. You took a shower?” you ask, noticing her damp hair.

A frown adorns on her face, but she answers your question. “Yeah, couldn’t really think so i took a shower.”

You nod, “Alright—well I should probably take one.”

She just hums in acknowledgment, seeming to be lost in thought. You knew when she was quiet like this—something was up.

“What’s wrong?”

There’s a pause, before uttering out, “Are you sure, you’re okay?”

You stare at your girlfriend, hesitant to worry or even plagued with her thoughts with those gruesome scenes that certainly keep you up at night. But you know, that it’ll only worry her more if you don’t say anything so—“Just work…I don’t know—“

“You do know, Y/n” She interrupts, not impressed by your response.

That intrusion leaves you speechless, pulling away from her embrace, you lean against the counter, “I know…just need—little rest that’s all.”

She crosses her arms once you pull away and just watches you. Eventually she walks past you, muttering something under her breath.

You feel your heart drop to watch your girlfriend act this way. Can I blame her? You sigh and walk towards her while she looks inside the fridge, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I don’t mean to worry you, Dina—“

“—Well you are.” she sighs, shutting the fridge door. Her focus turns to you, “I just want you to talk to me. To tell me your worries—to just communicate with me.” she says, almost pleading.

You nod, “I know—I just..” you sigh, “I just don’t want to…paint out these gruesome images in your head.” You try to hug her, but with caution—scared she’d pull away.

She doesn't though, immediately embracing you, “Don’t worry about me, Y/n” she sighs, “I just don’t want you to hold it all in, It’s not good.”

“It’s not exactly good for you either.” you say with a slight chuckle. You feel her smile against your skin eliciting a little laugh from her, “Like i said, don’t worry about me.” she repeats, pulling away to look at you with a smile painted on her face.

There it is again, that comfort you seem to look for subconsciously. It’s in front of you right now with the beautifulest smile in the world. Until she pats the side of your shoulder, “Now, we should cook something before heading to bed. ‘Cause I’m fucking starving.”

You groan, “Do we have to?” you emphasize on “have” in a whiny tone as you begin kissing her neck—hoping to distract her, “Can’t I just have you for dinner and call it a day?” you quip—but not really.

Dina chuckles, “That would be no fair, what would I eat?” She plays along.

“Oh? you can have this pus—“ you’re stopped midword when Dina puts her hand over your mouth, gasping, “No, you dirty dog. We're eating actual food and getting rest.” You smile and lick her hand causing her to snatch it away and yelling which makes you burst out laughing.

Dina wipes the palm of her hand on her jeans, “You’re such a freak…” she huffs while opening the fridge to get ingredients for this mini past midnight snack. You cross your arms, watching her with a smile adorning your face. It’s only when she has a handful of things in her arms when you lean off and take some weight off her hands, “woah—babe.” you chuckle, “what’s all this?”

Your question elicits a smile, “Dinner.” she states, settling the ingredients down. You follow her actions and look at her, “Dinner?—what are you exactly making?” you inquire with a nervous laugh. “Stop questioning the chef and help.” She demands playfully. Her demeanor makes you laugh,“Shit, yes ma’am” you say dramatically.

“Chef.” she corrects with a smile.

“Right.” You say as you begin washing the vegetables.

Although you were always exhausted from your average eighteen hour shifts, you weren’t gonna let that stop you from having these types of moments with your girlfriend. Even if they were small as carpooling with one another to work or sitting down and just talking to each other. You didn’t care, it was small and vulnerable things that mattered the most to you. The ones you cherished. You have always been an observer since a child. That’s how you landed in the work you do now.

Taking the smallest moments and finding tranquility in every single one of them. Because without them, Who are you? Without these memories to keep you afloat, you’d be nothing. You wanted to be wherever Dina went because without her, you’d probably be in some dingy apartment eating pizza with static playing on your tv, losing your mind or worse.

God..don't even wanna think about that right now.

So you don’t, instead you watch your girlfriend ramble on about work, finding yourself entranced by her beauty. The way she stops and drops the spoon to occasionally move her hands around while talking, the way the strands of hair that come loose from her bun cast perfectly down her nape. God you loved her, you’d do anything for her. Anything.

“—I swear if I get one more client asking for fucking roses or skulls, Ima lose it!” she exclaims.

You snap out of your thoughts, “Yeah.” you say with a chuckle.

She stops and looks at you, “Have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”

You smile, “I've been listening.” you respond, crossing your arms.

She rolls her eyes and resumes cooking while you walk behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I have, please continue.” you assure her, placing light kisses on her shoulder.

She hums, “Well, I’ve been working on this piece for a friend of mine.” she continues.

You lay your head on her shoulder, “Really?”

“Yeah, I’m really excited!”

“Who’s the friend?”

“Ellie, you remember her, right? From college.”

You nod and hum, “Oh yeah, I remember her.”

“Yup, I’m gonna be doing her left arm.”

“Ooo, sounds like that’s gonna hurt, especially in the armpit area.” you scrunch your face in displeasure.

“Well, she asked me to recommend an area where it’d look good and I suggested there.”

“Ahh—mm…well what’s the design she has in mind?”

“I don’t know, We haven’t gone in much depth into specifics, but definitely space related?”

You hum, “I’m excited for you, seems fun!” you say to her while watching her hand move the wooden spoon rhythmically around the pot until her voice snaps you out of your trance, “Set the table for me, yeah?”

With a quick nod and “Okay.”, you walk down the hall to the dining area. Upon arriving, you see the true mindset of an artist. Like seen when you arrived home, papers scattered midway of the dining table, some blank and some scribbled over unfinished designs that seem not to meet the artist’s high standards. You carefully grab all the papers and pile them into one neat pile.

Placing them aside, you grab Dina’s ipad that lights up immediately upon grabbing and showcases the unfinished sketch on the screen. Ellie’s tattoo, it’s a rough sketch of the design but some prominent details are visible. Upon closer inspection, you can see what looks to be a lightly sketched astronaut with wings attached behind it.

Scrutinizing the image comes to a short end when you hear footsteps behind you. Turning off the ipad and placing it on the stack of papers, you grab the bunch and turn around to see Dina with two bowls in hand, “Hey, sorry for the mess on the table” she says, placing the two bowls down and grabbing the stack from your hands.

“It’s no problem, seen your work. Fucking sick, babe.” You remark.

Your compliment elicits a smile from Dina, “Thank you, It’s not the final cut, but it’s something.”

You hum in response, “Well I like it already, finale or not.” you say with a smile.

The corner of the raven haired girl’s lips curve upward, “Heh, thanks babe.”

You shoot a wink at her and sit down while she sets the supplies aside and sits with you. Looking down at the contents in the bowl, it looks fucking amazing and you tell your girlfriend that. Finally, a real fucking meal. Not some fast food place down the street from your job.

A real meal.

“4:26” is what is displayed on the clock sitting on your nightstand. How stupid of you to think, this’ll be the night you would actually get some sleep. Fuuuchhhkk.. Lying flat on the bed once more, you stared up at the ceiling. The soft breathing of your girlfriend fans lightly on your cheek, only annoys you more. Fuck it, I’ll just take one of Dina’s sleeping pills. Sitting up, you look beside you to see your girlfriend’s figure and looking over her form. You don’t see the pills that usually sit on her nightstand.

Fuck, Where the fuck did she put them?!

Throwing the sheet off your body, you slowly get out of bed and walk over to the other side of the bed. Carefully opening the drawer, you don’t find what you’re looking for. Fuck, she must’ve left them on the counter. Shutting the drawer lightly, you sneak away to the entrance of your bedroom, twisting the knob to exit.

Upon opening the door, you peek your head out to the abyss clouding your vision. You begin your descent into the dark hallway like a bat, gliding your arm along the wall for a light switch. When you’re almost down at the end of the hall, you kick something that goes flying down the end of the hallway.

Fuck..

You quickly find the switch and look down to see what you kicked, Dina’s backpack—Shit—You walk towards it and bend down to pick it up, but stop when something catches your eye. On the backpack can be found a dried substance.

is that blood?—

“Babe, what are you doing with my bag?”

The sound you come to love is now sending a chill down your back; Your girlfriend's voice,

Dina.

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a/n; I know you’re sitting at the edge of your seat (hopefullly) to know what happens next 😭. And trust me I will be posting chapter two soon…maybe? I don’t wanna make promises because a lot of shit has happened in tumblr and my personal life which will hinder my progress of writing. But i honestly love fucking writing, it’s one of the few things that bring joy to my heart. I and I absolutely found joy in writing this chapter and I can’t fucking wait to start writing on chapter two!!! AHHHHH there’s so many fears and discomfort that do come to mind when i think of this fic and i’ll discuss one of them; the little recognition that Dina fic get :(((( i won’t go into detail but i do have to remind myself that this is for my pure enjoyment. GIVE DINA SO JUSTICE WTFFF?!!! And i truly can’t wait to write chapter two!!! Just the anticipation I’m having for it AHHHH okay okay ima stop yapping 😭😭 But i just before i fully stop yapping in my papping, I’d like to thank my two favs, @dyk3ang3l and @elliesprettygirl for listening to my thoughts on this! Especially syd, because whole fuck you really encouraged to me to write this and i love you so much 🤍😭😭. But with that, thank you for reading this, you seriously don’t know how happy I get seeing people enjoy what I enjoy making so Just thank you. And with all that cheesy shit out the way, MAKE SURE TO LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE TO NEVER MISS A BANGER LIKE THIS!!! 💯💯🔥🔥🔥

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✧ character intro: core four

dina x latina masc!reader

✧ summary: in which dina, a small town artist struggling to get her name out there, is set up to work on a song with you, a trap artist from the city who’s progressively becoming more famous each day. despite you and dina having distinct tastes in music, you both make an attempt to form a song together… and maybe a little more than that

overnight sensation masterlist

✧ author’s note: hi everyone! so the idea to create this fic came up in my head one day and i’ve really needed to get it out of my system so…here we are. i also wanted to mention that the reader is latina coded in this! i doubt this fic is going to get any recognition because it’s not abby or ellie but like i said at this point i’m just posting it to get this idea out of my system. however, i’ve made a lot of visuals so far so i hope that makes up for it 🙏🏻 to all my dina lovers out there, this one’s for you.

as of now, we have four main characters in this fic. i know people usually incorporate additional characters too but since this is my first smau series i thought i’d keep it simple.

so aside from reader there’s dina of course, and there’s also jesse and manny who are dina and reader’s producers. and i know it’s unusual to implement manny as a character but the reason why i added him is literally because as long as i’m aware he’s like the only hispanic character in the game LOL but rest assured he’s not a bad character in this fic. you won’t even notice he’s there i promise!!

i don’t have a lot of people on board with me posting this other than my mutuals, but i wanted to thank these two amazing writers and their works that gave me the inspiration to make this fic:

✧ @spaceshipellie for her dina x masc!reader fics (and for responding to my anon post a while back)

✧ @phantombriide’s smau fic ‘and i love her’, by far one of my favorites out there!

i also have to say this fic has by far been the one that i have spent the most time and effort in making out of all of my works, so if y’all enjoy it please like and reblog!! i’ve been working really hard on it this past month so it truly means a lot to me 🤍

with that being said, here is the character intro for overnight sensation:

tags 🏷️: @ourautumn86 @abbyscherry @bababaka @zombholic @aouiaa @whore4abby @lunawonie

let me know if you’d like to be tagged as well!!

(might delete this if it flops though idk)

[dollyhao]

ameliorate; to make better

pairing: dina x reader

summary: dina is overwhelmed by all the things that happened in seattle…. and ellie, and being a single mother doesn’t make it any easier. when a sweet woman comes to make her life easier...better.

toni's note: there's nothing to warn about besides a bit angst, it doesn't really get angsty till the next part. im hoping i can make this into 3 parts. thank you for 800 followers by the way!

word count: 1k

you hear the sound of a wailing baby as you make your way back home, you follow the sound. you cant be too sure about these kinda things, what if something bad happened. you stumble upon dina rocking baby jj in a rocking chair on her porch, shushing him trying to console him. dina looks tired and overwhelmed, dark circles under her eyes and unbrushed hair.

you approach her gently not wanting to startle her, “hey, can i try?” you give her a gentle smile pointing at jj. dina tucks a piece of hair behind her ear nodding, “y-yea sure. you can try, hes been crying a lot lately.” you reach for jj bouncing and rocking in a comforting rhythm, chanting soft shushes. jj quiets down letting out a calm gurgle. you look back up at dina seeing her rub her hands down her face in an exhausted manner.

she chuckles, “i cant even get my son to be quiet let alone sleep, ellie was really good at that..” she puts her elbows on her knees putting her face in her hands. you stay quiet letting her have her moment, still rocking jj as he starts to doze off. dina seems to regroup, looking back up at you curiously, “would you like to come in? its getting cold out here.” dina offers standing up. “yea, thanks.”

dina walks into the house and you follow, “no. thank you. i appreciate what you did. “ “where’s his bed?” you ask now that jj is fast asleep. “he sleeps with me, the room is down the hall.” you go to the room, laying jj down, making sure hes comfortable before leaving the room. dina is in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea, “would you like some?” she glances at you over her shoulder. “yes please.” you stand awkwardly, hands in your back pockets swaying a little. she nods over to the living room with 2 cups in her hands. you follow taking a seat on the couch as she hands you a cup.

you thank her, taking a sip. “are you new to jackson? i dont remember ever seeing you before.” you chuckle, “no im not new, ive been here for years now.” you give a shy smile. “oh im sorry, i cant believe ive never noticed you.” “its fine. i preferred to stay to myself anyway. i work at the school. im a teacher,” you sit your cup down looking at her, “i always wanted to approach you, i thought you were beautiful. but you were dating jesse and then after you and jesse broke up, you and ellie made a nice little scene at the party.” you chuckle watching her face flush slightly. “also, im sorry about jesse…. and ellie.” she nods, quiet for a minute before replying. “thank you, for the jesse and ellie thing… and for calling me beautiful.” you smile at her.

you look outside seeing how dark it was getting, “i should get going.” you say standing up. dina stands up too, “thank you again. he probably would’ve cried through the night.” “of course, just let me know if you need my help again. ill be happy to help.” you walk backwards as you talk smiling at her until you run into a wall. “ah, shit..” you say rubbing the back of your head. dina laughs and follows you to the door as you turn around and walk correctly. “ill be sure to ask for your help again.” she says giving you a soft, genuine smile.

a week later, you walk into the dining hall as maria is walking out, “hey maria, is there anything you needed from me?” you wanted to make sure there wasn’t something you were suppose to be doing that you forgot about. “no. nothing that i can remember. im about to take this to dina, i wanna make sure shes staying fed.” “ill take it to her!” you say a little too eagerly for your taste. for the last week, you’ve been trying to find any excuse to visit dina and jj when you weren’t busy. dina doesn’t seem to ever object to the company. she appreciates you coming around and talking to her and playing with the baby. so when this opportunity pops up, of course your gonna take it. “let me grab myself a plate and ill take hers to her.” you say taking the plate out her hands. “well ok. thank you.” you smile before walking away.

you get to dina’s door knocking with the two plates in your hands. dina opens the door looking a little breathless, “oh, hey.” she gives you one of her soft smiles shes been giving you quite a lot. “hey, i brought you food. not sure if you ate or not.” “right.. food. i definitely forgot to eat. “ she says rubbing a hand through her hair. she gives another small smile, but this one doesn’t reach her eyes. “thats ok. i have food for you, lets not dwell to much on a honest mistake. k?” she nods. you hear a baby cry in the background, “i see you have two plates. wanna come in and eat? i was just feeding jj.” “id love to” you respond walking in.

you guys walk to the dining table where you find jj in a high chair. “hey baby boy!” you say tickling his belly, he lets out a squeal/giggle. you and dina sit on either sides of him after a minute, you see dina subtly go to smell herself. she lets out a wince, “um do you mind feeding him while i go take a shower.” you nod, “of course.” you say as you slide his food bowl over to yourself. you give dina a reassuring smile letting her know its ok.

when dina gets out the shower and is dressed, she walks in the living room while brushing her hair seeing you and jj on the carpet in her living room playing. she smiles, it felt good being able to enjoy a shower without rushing out to jj. she trusts you with jj almost the way she trusted ellie with him. yall look her way, both you and jj smiling at her. she comes and joins, both of you enjoying the sweet giggles of the cute baby.

(part 1)

[beforeimdeceased]

A GIRL IS MISSING: MASTERLIST 🔎

PART ONE: SMALL TOWN, BIG PROBLEMS

PART TWO: LET THE DEAD BURY THE DEAD

[robsdiary]

it’s okay to use the og source material i PROMISE 🙏🏿😭

[lynnielovestlou]

tlou girls if you used your safe word

nsfw!! masterlist

˚➷｡˚ Dina: "strawberry"

She would absolutely get off of you and back the fuck up. She would gasp, unsure what to do at first until she slowly crouched by you on the floor. She wouldn't know what to say, so she would get you a few tissues, drying up your wet cheeks and peppering soft kisses all around your face.

She would make sure it's okay to touch you before gently cleaning you up with a wet rag. She would even put your clothes in the dryer to warm them up for you so you're extra comfy and then would put on your comfort movie while you guys cuddled :(

Dina is so mama I feel like she would be the best at taking care of you if you were to say the safe word.

˚➷｡˚ Abby: "honey"

Abby would literally freeze up, not knowing wtf to do. Her strap would be deep inside you still, but her movements would stop after you mutter the safe word. She wouldn't move until you told her to pull out, which she slowly does so she doesn't hurt you.

After that, she would pull the blanket up over you, thinking that being covered up would help you a little bit. Then she'll talk to you to keep you calm and comfort you.

I feel like her love language is giving, specifically food, so she'll make you a little snack that's easy on your stomach with a cup of juice or something. She won't leave your side at all (unless you asked her to.)

She would run you a bath or a shower and would sit with you so you're not alone and just talk to you the whole time, making sure you're okay.

I've made this hc before, but Abby would also pamper you with a massage, kneading your tummy or wherever you asked her to.

˚➷｡˚ Ellie: "goose"

When you mutter the word she would get off of you immediately (duh). She would kinda back away, her usual sarcastic and silly personality completely gone. She'd fumble with her fingers, silently cursing herself for hurting you or doing something wrong.

She wouldn't know what to do. Out of fear of making you uncomfortable, she would fetch all of the things to clean you up and tell you that she'd be happy to help, but she would respect your space if you wanted to do it yourself.

She would be so awkward after the fact she would bring a few board games to the bed and ask if you wanted to play with her. Which usually resulted in the two of you playing monopoly until you both fell asleep on each other.

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

good luck, babe! [e.w x fem!reader.]

chapter one.

author's note!<3 - this is inspired by chappell roan's unreleased song good luck, babe! i lllloooovveee chappel roan! this was originally going to be just a LONG ASS one-shot but i don't think i can write any more tonight 😭😭 . BUT I REALLY WANNA PUBLISH IT SO HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!! also forgive me if there's any grammar/spelling errors... i'm posting this at 12:59 am🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶 . reblogs and comments are SO appreciated!!! i busted my ass for y'all 🤗 .

content warnings - SLIGHT angst, reader has internalized homophobia and is outright homophobic to ellie, reader is in the closet, ellie is a lovergirl and she's going through the five stages of grief, modern!au, reader gets sexually assaulted/harrassed, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING ELSE!!!!

special thanks to!!!!: @sharkfemme and @dykedearest FOR HELPING ME OUT!!!!!! and also LYNN AND MAXIM!!! ALL FOUR OF YOU ARE AMAZING BETA READERS I'M KISSING YOU ALL THROUGH THE PHONE RN!!!

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it's fine, it's cool.

ellie's grip on her glass got impossibly tighter as her eyes never left your figure, your body swaying to whatever shitty mainstream pop music that was playing.

ellie williams hated secrets. she hated surprises, and she hated being in love with you.

she hated the way you would ghost her after spending a week at her apartment. she hated the way you would stop responding to her texts after you would leave. she hated the way she would let you back in when you needed her, she hated how much she loved to comfort you. she hated how gentle you were when it was just the two of you, compared to how cruel you got in public.

you can say that we ain't nothin' when you know the truth.

ellie took her hand off the glass and gripped the bar table instead, afraid that if she broke another glass she'd be banned from the bar.

you were like forbidden fruit to her, or maybe that was what she was to you.

she knew you weren't ready to come out of the closet. she understood that. so, why keep on playing this fucking game with her?

why did she even still feed into it?

i guess i'm, the fool.

the closet was made out of glass, really. you would stare at every woman's body that passed you, your eyes would scan up their short dress, she could see the curiosity and desire in your face.

but every single time after you two would hook up, there was always a new excuse.

"i'm not a fucking lesbian, ellie. i just... don't like men sometimes." sometimes?

"they're just stupid thoughts... it's not like i could ever be with a woman." but you had been. you had been with her.

"ok but... do you even count as a woman? you wear boxers, you don't even know the meaning of the term ladylike and... i don't know- look at your fuckin' hair! the closest you'd get is a transwoman." that one had hurt her. she didn't talk to you for a month after you made that comment. and then you appeared in her apartment complex hallway, sobbing hysterically.

and of course, she took you back.

like she always does.

with her arms out like an angel, through the car sun-roof.

she hated playing this fucking game with you. it was killing her.

every single time she'd see you at this bar, she imagined you dragging her onto the dancefloor. she imagined being able to walk out with your hand in her's, waking up to your groggy groans when the sun invaded the sacred space of your shared bedroom, you'd hide your face in her neck, mumbling something about, "shouldn't have drank that much last night."

every single time you pulled this shit on her, it felt like her already shattered heart broke off into impossibly tinier pieces.

"i wish you were a boy." crack.

"it's not easy for me like it is for you, els. i don't know the first thing about being proud of myself." crack.

"this hurts me more than you, baby." shattered. her heart was shattered.

it hurts you more than her?

the fucking audacity.

the nights she spent crying next to your sleeping figure.

the hours she'd spent texting you and checking her phone second after second after goddamn second.

the way she would ignore every single obligation she had to pick you up from whatever shit-hole situation you had found yourself in, immediately and happily dropping anything to make sure you were ok.

and it hurt you more than it hurt her?

you didn't know shit about hurt. about misery. about love.

i don't wanna cut it off!

her friends had told her to cut you off. her therapist said in his own professional shrink way that you would never be good for her. at least not while you weren't even good for yourself.

but she couldn't let you go. it seemed like every reason that she had to leave you, fuelled her determination to stay.

but you don't wanna call it love!

every single time you somehow broke her heart in a new way, she fell harder in love with you.

you just wanna love someone that calls you baby!-

ellie was pulled out of her internal anger when your eyes met hers. although it was only a few seconds ago, it felt like she was staring into your eyes for an eternity.

don't fuckin' wave, ellie. look away- LOOK AWAY. , she thought to herself as she was unable to look away from your beautiful irises.

you had this slight smile on your face, the dancefloor's led lights adding a shimmer to your already twinkling eyes.

it felt like her melancholy thoughts had lifted and increased all at the same time by the sight of you acknowledging her presence.

ellie went against her better judgement, her slender hand flying up to wave at you. her lips quirked upwards gently as she scanned your delighted face.

your light expression quickly turned into one of frustration, suppressing your grin with a tightening of your lips before pulling the nearest man close to you in for an unexpected kiss, opening your eyes once you knew the mystery man's were closed, locking your eyes onto ellie's before closing them once more.

the light had died in ellie's stomach after that. her happy hand that was raised in the air faltered painfully back to her side as she watched the man's hands roam down from your sides... to your waist... to your ass.

you can kiss a hundred boys in bars,

those butterflies that she had just felt in her tummy had died slowly, turning into knots of anguish.

she watched your hands cradle the man's face. those same hands that had counted each and every freckle on her face on a snowy morning that had you both stranded in her apartment.

those same hands that had a death-grip on her back as you sobbed into her shoulder every other weeknight as she tried to muffle her own cries.

those same hands that had shoved her violently as she finally tried to stand her ground one afternoon you showed up knocking on her door. "you know what... fuck you, ellie! i don't know why i keep on doing this shit with you anyways." you said, before storming off. you called her later that night. she answered. "i'm sorry, els. i'm sorry, i'll do better, i'm so sorry-" , "it's ok, baby. it's ok. i know you didn't mean it. you're ok baby, i forgive you."

shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling!

she would've stayed in that seat, stewed in her anger for a bit more before the tears inevitably came falling down if it wasn't for the way the dude's hands creeped under your skin-tight jeans and how you flinched away from his grasp, breaking the kiss immediately with a nervous giggle creeping up.

the guy obviously took it as an invitation to do more, placing his hand back on your waist and agressively pulling you closer.

you can say it's just the way you are,

ellie's head tilted as she watched this go down.

what she wanted to do was launch that creep into the nearest wall and make sure he never tainted your body again. but she didn't want to get up too soon, she wanted to be certain that you needed help, whether you wanted it or not.

your hand stopped him from coming any closer, placing it right before his chest. you said something along the lines of, "don't want to do anything." .

make a new excuse, another stupid reason-

instead of him being a decent human being and leaving you alone, his face quickly turned into one of anger. his jaw jutted out as he tried to pull you in again, leaving you thrashing against his body.

how was no one else seeing this? why was no one else doing anything?!

she didn't even have time to process what she was about to do. her feet were on the ground, marching their way towards you before she could even think about her course of action in a smart way.

"let me go, fuckin' creep!" she heard you shriek as she grew closer to you, attempting to elbow him in the chest.

ellie felt like no matter how fast she was walking, she would never make it to you in time.

he laughed tauntingly as he grinded against. "i'm the creep, bitch?! you kissed me f-"

his last word was stolen from him as ellie forcefully pushed him off you with and landed a blow against his nose.

he groaned in pain, falling to the ground as he cradled his now-broken-nose.

you gasped in shock and horror. "what the fuck, ellie?!" you scolded her. as if you would've been fine on your own.

she ignored your words though, pulling the guy's hand away as she forced another punch to his face.

now people were finally looking.

she didn't stop until she felt your hands on her stomach, pulling her away from the scene.

"she fuckin'... said... no!..." ellie's voice thundered, erratic breaths in between her words before bringing one last painful kick to his face before letting you lead her out of the bar and into the night air.

you didn't stop even after you two were at the entrance door of the establishment, you made sure the two of you were far enough away that ellie wouldn't be caught if the police were called.

she couldn't help but feel those stupid fucking butterflies again as your hand gripped hers and felt a little disappointed when you dropped it, suddenly all too aware that you were still in public.

her green eyes met your own, yours filled with anger and chaos... hers filled with love.

"hey baby." the auburnette sighed out simply, that stupid love-grin back on her face as she was finally close to you.

your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief as your hands went to massage your temples. you let out a humorless giggle. "you're so... fucking stupid, ellie!" you exclaimed, shoving her chest as if she was in the wrong.

her grin turned into a confused frown as she surrendered her hands in the air, her eyebrows mirroring your own now. "wh-wh....what-"

good luck, babe!

"god, you have this severe goddamn saviour complex or some shit!... i was fine! i was fucking fine on my own before you marched in and assaulted that guy."

well good luck, babe!

you gaslighted beautifully, defending the man you knew nothing about over the woman who was fatally in love with you, she almost believed you.

ellie's frown turned into an angry smile as she brought a hand to gently wipe over the bridge of her nose, a mannerism of her's she had developed whenever she got frustrated with you.

"assau-... ok, sure-... you wanna talk about assault, baby? that fuckin' guy would've assaulted you if i didn't step in. he was assaul-"

you shut your eyes tightly the way you do when you wanted to block something out that ellie was obviously right about. you shook your head stubbornly. "gggoddd ellie- it was my fault! i wanted it and then i didn't. i shouldn't have- i shouldn't have kissed him in the first place. i gave him mixed signals, i-"

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling!-

your eyebrows grew dangerously closer to your face as you cradled your head in your hands.

ellie was quick to walk right back to you, caressing your arms.

"what? baby, no. no, it's not your fault... that- that fuckin' guy... hey... look at me, sweetheart." she cooed lovingly.

good luck, babe!

you slowly brought your hands away from your face, meeting her breathtaking green eyes.

you wanted to fall into her arms, you wanted to thank her for coming to your rescue and kiss her and confess to her how scared you truly were.

but you didn't. you never did.

your slightly calm expression that came over you once you met your secret lover's gaze turned into one of annoyance. ellie was, like always, taken by surprise as you thrashed against her grip, just like the way you did with that monster in the bar.

good luck, babe!

ellie's eyes blurred with tears as she watched your face turn into a grimace.

"fuck you, ellie." you said quietly as you broke free from her hands, storming off into the night. leaving her. like always.

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

[r3starttt]

DINA’S CLOSET !!!

I picture Dina as someone with an undefined style that’s somehow’s very defined, like, she wears whatever’s trendy but somehow makes it look like something only she could wear. Her usual clothes are very basic but colorful, she has an aesthetic. (looks like she kisses girls, that’s it)

HC’S

Clothes: for a fact we know she wears blouses / shirts, I think she only has neutral tones on every piece of clothing she buys, like, no design, no texture, just casual clothes she can style with everything. Also, has one or two jackets and that’s it, she uses them over and over again. The only thing that brings more color to her fits are tank tops and t shirts (most of them are long sleeved duhh). Only wears jeans, religiously.

Shoes: loves boots, black boots.

Basics: boots, jackets, blouses

Her most used combo: jeans, a blouse or a long sleeved t shirt and if it’s cold a jacket that fits her just a tiny bit bigger

Accessories: she does wear lots of accessories I’d say, rings, colorful huge rings. Small earrings, very simple ones. And collars, lots of them too. I also think she likes using stuff for her hair

Very specific

She has many belts, I just know it. And she never wears them because her clothes fit her perfectly so they would be just to decorate the fit but it’s not comfortable lol

Her clothes always smell sooooo good like…. how’s that even possible

She’s the type to buy same clothes different color

Pajamas: I know the only oversized clothes she buys are por pijamas, a long t shirt and underwear, that’s all.

>tlou closet

[willcmsv]

Moon, sand and desire — Abby Anderson x Fem!reader

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Synopsis: you and your friends spent the day at the beach but then, the evening, you will meet Abby and her friend group. After Dina begged to eat dinner and spend the rest of the evening together, you find yourself stuck with Abby to get the furnitures for the night. However, even with all the hatred you feel for her, things will take an unexpected turn.

Warnings: strong language, preliminaries, intimate part touching.

Note: feel free to recommend me fics ideas!

Read to inform yourself!

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It was a pretty dark evening. You were lying on the beach with your friends after a long day in the sea, which was pretty exhausting. You were relaxing on your towel when your friend started to make big movements next to you. When you turned around, you saw a bunch of people heading towards you and your friends.

A familiar silhouette walked to you. This silhouette was too unique and noticeable, muscular arms, tall figure, long hair brushed in a braid, you immediately recognized it, Abby.

You met Abby the first time at Dina’s party and the memories you kept of that night weren’t the ones you think about while wanting to relive that situation, they are bad. You remembered why you didn’t like Abby : she’s sharp-tongued, arrogant and has no filter. At the party, she was constantly annoying you on purpose as if it was a game. She was also always staring at you with the same fucking smug smile she always had, and it was making your blood boil.

“Hi guys! What are you doing here?” Dina asked, looking joyful unlike you. Both of your friends' groups met and talked with each other. The only two who were standing like they wanted to die were Abby and you. She was raising her eyebrows and looking at the sky, trying to act embarrassed.

“So, how’s life?” She asked, inking her eyes in yours.

You turned to face her while frowning your eyebrows.

“Good, until I met you.” You simply answered while she was rolling her eyes.

“I see you’re still stubborn.” She affirmed.

“I’m not.”

Abby raised an eyebrow when you said that. You were acting different than at the party, and it was for the best, you didn’t want her to think that she's superior.

“Guys, it’s been a long time since we haven’t met each other so what if we dine together, and then we spend the night playing?” Dina proposed already rejoicing.

Everyone cheered while Abby threw a smirk at me. She was getting on your nerves, and she knew it, it was almost as if it was making her happier.

For the dinner, everyone separated in few groups : one went buying the food, another one left to grab some card games and entertaining stuff, and finally the last group, Abby and you, as if the evening hadn't already been ruined enough, needed to come back to the dorm to bring all the useful things such as blankets, flashlights, a lighter…

Everyone left the beach and were already hurrying to pick all the things they needed to take. However, Abby and you were still deciding in which dorm you would go to take everything.

“In ours we have everything Dina asked us to bring, now come on, stop acting like that.” Abby ordered.

After arguing for a few minutes, you decided to abandon, and you started to follow Abby to her car that she unlocked before you could sit in it.

The path from the beach to the dorm was silent. You could feel Abby glancing at you sometimes, but you decided not to care about it.

When you arrived at her dorm, she took the keys out of her pocket and opened the door with them.

“Ladies first.” She said, amused.

You rolled your eyes and entered the house. It was a big and modern beach house. You and your friends were sleeping in an Airbnb near the beach, but the house they rented was much prettier. You walked into the house while admiring the spacious entrance they have.

“Admiring the view?” She said, putting herself in front of me.

“Can you please stop?!” You slightly punch her abs.

Abby lowered her head and frowned her eyebrows.

“What’s your problem, Y/n?” She suddenly asked.

You frown your eyebrows your turn, not expecting this from her. You couldn’t even answer this. Why do you hate her? Probably because she was annoying. Every time she talked you wanted to shut her up while kissing her pretty lips. You wanted so badly to push her against the wall because of how much she was making your blood boil, bull also because of how much she was turning you on.

“I- I don’t…” You stuttered.

“You can’t talk now? Tell me what’s your fucking problem with me now.” She approached you slowly, not taking her eyes off yours. She licked her lips and leaned against the wall. 

No words came out of your mouth. The problem was that she was getting on your nerves, and she knew that, but another part of you wanted her.

“I said, talk.” She grabbed your waist and looked at your lips lustfully.

Your heart started to race, you didn’t know where to look, she was too close, too close to close the gap between you and her.

“You.” You simply answered.

Abby’s eyebrows raised as her eyes widened. “Me? Is that so? Am I a nuisance to you?” She smirked.

You placed your hands on her strong chest, not able to answer her question. This could not really happen… you were so mad at her after that party, and now you were almost glued to her body.

“I always knew you wanted something from me… you were just acting indifferent.” She murmured in your ear.

Your face was heating up from the situation. You wanted to feel her lips on you, her big hands rubbing your skin and her body weight on you.

Her hand which was resting on your waist, touched a little bit of the skin that was appearing from the hole of your dress.

Abby immediately understood the way you felt right now which made her bite her lips.

“You want me so bad, you can’t admit it…” She whispered.

Right after she finished speaking, you kissed her lips roughly. She immediately responded to the kiss. Your lips both moved in sync as the kiss was getting wetter and intense. The grip she has on your waist was getting harder and made you slightly jump.

“Can’t resist me, huh…” She groaned.

As you were kissing her, she slowly lifted your dress after asking for your consent. Her fingers came tickling your skin while they were travelling underneath your dress.

Her hand was raising to your chest.

“No bra..? You made it easier for me?” She said after placing a kiss on your lips.

Her hand was kneading your chest while she was lowering her kiss to your neck.

“If Dina would know you’re not listening to her orders but fucking me…” She whispered against your neck but still staring at you with a mischievous gaze.

“Abby!” I chuckled.

“Mhh? Tell me what you want princess.”

After saying this, she lifted you to bring you to her room.

“Don’t worry we all have our own room, that’ll be bad otherwise…” She smirked.

She pushed you on her bed before crawling on you to kiss you again.

This time, her fingers lowered to your inner thighs. She ran them slowly next to your intimate part. Her fingers were brushing it over your panties.

“Wet. I knew it…” She whispered.

Abby starts to rub your part slowly when both of you hear something ringing.

She stand up to take her phone and see that one of her friend is calling her.

“I think we will be too suspicious if we stay there a bit longer… but I’m not finished here princess.” She said.

When you’re back at the beach with all the furnitures you had to bring. You and your friends all sit in circle on the towel you brought.

“What’s that?” Asked Dina, pointing at your neck.

You immediately pick up your phone and see a red mark on your neck. You discreetly glance at Abby who is biting her lips with a smirk.

“I must have been bitten by a mosquito…” You answered.

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[zombholic]

MASC DEALER DINA HC — dina woodward

description — masc dealer!dina, modern au, college au, mentions of drugs, drug usage, sfw & nsfw, MDI !!

— You met her through a friend of a friend, she was really mean at first, didn’t get along too well but you were a customer so she had to provide.

— She liked to keep to herself, only having the maximum of three close friends which included Jesse and Ellie.

— There was a halloween party at one of the Sororities so you and your friend two friends dressed up like the trio in mean girls did.

— Dina was sat on the very big couch, manspreading with a blunt between her lips as she was lighting it with her match, hand covering the flame.

— You had a wave of confidence light through you that made you walk over to Dina and maybe converse with her.

— The whole night at the halloween party you and Dina chattered away, she offered you a hit and there you guys were high and talking about everything.

— You two started becoming closer, to her you guys were just friends but you started getting butterflies every time she was around.

— It was like everyone around you knew that you were heads over heels for Dina but her, she was under the impression that you were just very friendly.

— Whenever you two would be anywhere together you would be sat on her lap or cuddled up next to her, especially if she was selling or rolling up joints.

— Dina owns a gun, she doesn’t keep it strapped on her but she has it close enough in her apartment whenever a guy wants to start acting stupid.

— Dina was also known for not just selling weed, she had every drug under the sun but she would honestly rip your face off before she let you use anything other than weed and even with that she has a limit for you.

— She is very protective of her friends and especially you, you were in her words “kinda stupid.” so she was always ready to shoot a motherfucker if they even made you uncomfortable.

— One day your beloved showed up with another girl who was clinging onto her arm, Dina confessing that she was her girlfriend and you swore all you saw from then on was red.

— You started to ignore her, if your group was hanging out you would pretend she wasn’t there and it ticked her off, what really set her off was when you found another dealer.

“Y/n, wait.” Dina saw you leaving the cafeteria of your university, catching up to you she grabbed your forearm forcing you around to face her.

“What do you want?” Your face was filled with annoyance, your expressions never being subtle so she knew exactly what you were feelings.

“What the fuck is your issue? Why are you ignoring me and why the fuck did you find another dealer?” She was truly angry, her jaw clenching, the grip on your arm becoming stronger.

“Are you actually that stupid Dina? Did the damn weed catch up to your fucking brain?” You tried to pull your arm back causing her to only tighten her grip. Dina yanking you to the bathrooms she was quick to push your back against the cold tiled walls.

“Tell me what your issue is before I punch your damn face in.” You knew it wasn’t an empty threat.

— You gave in and told Dina why you were ignoring her, she was taken back from the sudden confession of your feelings towards her.

— It had been weeks since you spoke to her, during those weeks Dina broke up with her girlfriend after finding out she was stealing her shit.

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— Dina was at your dorm banging on the door in the middle of the night, you thought the damn cops were at the door with how loud she was banging.

— She didn’t hesitate to grab your jaw, pressing her lips against yours so deeply.

— You didn’t pull back only when she did to catch her breath, all you could do was ask what the fuck.

— She dragged you to your room shoving your body down onto your bed, pinning your hands to the side of your face she leaned back down kissing you hungrily.

— The kissing led to her going down your jaw to your neck where she bit and sucked until you were covered in her love bites.

— Dina took her time, making you strip in front of her slowly, her hands roaming your body causing you to break out in goosebumps. She pulled you between her legs and kissed up your chest to your tits, sucking on one while her other fingers pinched and played with your other nipple.

— She made you ride her fingers, you gripped onto her shoulders mewls and whimpers spilling out from your lips, her dark brown eyes never leaving your face loving the way your expressions were just pure bliss.

— She manhandled you onto your stomach with your ass up in the air and back beautifully arched, she traced your arch with her hand. She didn’t keep her gun strapped but she did keep something else strapped.

— Her cock was too much for you to take, girthy with 7 inches inside of you. She was painfully slow with her thrusts, pulling out all the way only to slam back inside your drooling cunt.

— Dina used every curve on your body as a handle when she started quickening her pace.

“Oh— Di…ohmygod you fuck me so good.” You moaned between hiccups, she was fucking you stupid, her cock kissing your cervix, her thrusts were lethal and knocked every single breath out of your lungs.

Her hand sneaked to your aching clit, rubbing the puffy bud in fast circles as she slammed her cock inside of your wet, pink walls in an unforgivable pace. You swore you were seeing stars at this point, words not even forming properly anymore.

“Too much, oh fuck— s’too much please!” Your face was buried in your pillow, tears now streaming down your burning face.

“It’s too much baby? Oh, is my cock too much for your little cunt to handle?” She mocked, a grin formed on her face, she was in love with breaking you apart with her cock.

authors note — do yall wanna see some other hc from different characters??

[aouiaa]

Who are you, really?

Masterlist

— Synopsis: Love is many things; beautiful, transformative, but it isn’t always like that. It can also be dangerous, deceiving, and in this case, it’s all the above for you. Can you break your morals for love?

SERIES WARNINGS: Modern au + No baby JJ + D & R are in their mid 30s + D & R are in their mid 20s when they first meet + Flashbacks + Established relationship + Description of violence + Mentions of death + Death + Usage and Mentions of weapons + Mentions of blood + Mentions of body parts + Multiple mentions of sexual depictions + Future smut + Raunchy humor + Angst + Mentions of R being a workaholic + Fluff + Gaslighting + Arguing + Italics are D & R’s thoughts + The bold italics are just for narration! (MORE TO BE ADDED)

Pairings: Serial Killer, Tattooist! Dina x Lead Investigator! Reader

Total Word Count: 3.7k+ (Ongoing progress)

“Only love makes you that crazy, sweetheart, and that damn stupid.”

CHAPTERS

Chapter One — Trials and Errors

Chapter Two — A killing itch

Chapter Three (Finale) — The Truth

EXTRAS

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[atomicami]

overnight sensation.

✧ chapter two: 305

✧ summary: after showing dina a sample of the new song, you realize that the distance between the two of you isn’t going to cut it.

✧ content: some language, discussions about music, temporary long distance, reader kinda spoils dina LOL

✧ author’s note: this is honestly my least favorite chapter as of now…its just SO dry i’m sorry 😭 i’ll be trying my best to make it better for y’all as the fic progresses🤞🏼

also ty for 600 omg i love you guys

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[beforeimdeceased]

⭒ HOUSE OF BALLOONS ⭒

synopsis: a party and a couple drinks has you making bad decisions. or are they good?

pairings: dina x reader, ellie x reader, abby x reader

content warnings: this is a reader’s choice fic. smut is included in all parts! mdni!

author’s note: i had this idea last night when i was thinking about dbh and lis and just how much i love choice games so i thought “what about a choice fanfic?” i’m not sure if this has ever been done on here before but i did look it up and couldn’t find anything so! PLEASE let me know what choice you end up picking!! feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated!

you did not want to be at this fucking party. little black dress hiking up your thighs as music blared over the speakers. everything was hot and sweaty and claustrophobic.

you’d only decided to come for your best friend dina, who had begged you for weeks to join her. it was house of balloons themed and she said she’d die if you missed it. so you caved in.

you found yourself hiding in the kitchen with a bad feeling in your stomach. that must mean either abby or ellie had arrived. ellie, the campus dealer, had played your heart one too many times. often luring you in with her aura and comforting smile, only to toss you when she saw someone prettier walk in the room.

you were tired of her fucking you and fucking with your feelings.

abby had done the same thing, often swooping in after ellie to comfort you. she’d kiss your tears away but when the sultry nights ended she’d act like she didn’t even know your name.

much to your dismay, your gut is correct, a very happy abby walks into the kitchen after you. she hesitates before joining you in the corner, playfully grabbing your phone out of your hand. “this little thing is going to make your life pass you by.”

“give it back, abby.” you huff, reaching for your device. she holds her hand up and it becomes impossible to reach. you shoot her a mean blow to the side but she doesn’t falter. it only makes her laugh. “you’re feisty tonight.” she says simply before checking your phone for the time.

you prepare to attempt to grab your phone again when you see ellie sit next to dina. you shoot abby a suggestive “we’re not done yet” glare before storming over to the two. “hey williams. i believe you have something that belongs to me?”

during your last very heated and very short makeout session at a party, not too different from this one, you’d misplaced your friendship bracelet. it was one that dina had made you herself. you were sure ellie had slipped it in her pocket as a keepsake and were too embarrassed at your actions to mention it again. a rush of adrenaline had rendered embarrassment useless right now.

“oh yeah that. we should talk about that. follow me out to the balcony?” she asks. before you can respond, dina grabs your hand.

“no i think she should stay here. right y/n?”

there’s a tension in the air. you look between them both, and then over your shoulder at the blonde taking pictures of herself on your phone.

stay with dina

go with ellie to the balcony

retrieve your phone from abby

[xoxo-honeyy]

Inspired by my flustered flirting could I request dina with a easy to fluster s/o

authors note: omg i love this idea sm, dina is such a tease it's not even funny. here's a short lil drabble for you! lmk if you want this turned into a full-length fic

wc: 416

warnings: implied smut, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl), not proofread at all, fluff

it wasn’t too often that dina would come to visit you during work hours. the two of you opted to spend quality time together when the day was at its end. it wasn’t like you could just visit her on a whim either, with her constantly being on patrols and you working in the stables, your schedules never seemed to line up. but recently, dina expressed to you how lonely she's been feeling when she was away on patrols for days at a time. so she decided that she needed to visit you at work more often on her days off. 

“hey, baby.” dina murmured into your ear. she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you back so you were flush against her chest knowing full well that you fluster easily, and dina intended to take full advantage of that. 

not expecting her to visit you today, you jumped a bit.

she chuckled lowly, “why so jumpy?” her voice dripping with flirtatious banter

“jus’ wasn't expecting you today that’s all,” you whispered back so as to not disturb the other residents working with you.

dina moved her lips from your ear and started pressing wet kisses onto your neck. a sloppy trail of her spit connected the blooming constellation on your skin. your breath hitched as she reached your sensitive spot and started to lightly suck. no one noticed that your work was interrupted by your needy girlfriend but the threat of getting caught still lingered in the air. 

“what’s wrong pretty girl? you feelin’ ok? your forehead feels a little warm.” she turned you around to face her and pressed her hand to your forehead, pretending to feel for a temperature. eyes gleaming with mischievousness.  

smiling at her antics, you swatted her hand away. “stop it, i have to get back to work.”

she groaned loudly, the noise causing eyes to fall on the two of you, “ugh, you’re such a bore.”

knowing full well what she wanted, you pulled her down, leaned her in close to her ear, and whispered in her ear, “if you let me finish working, i’ll let you do whatever you want to me tonight.” 

you pulled back and watched as her fave turned a light shade of pink. she nodded to you and pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek, “see you at home baby.”

humming in acknowledgment you picked up your work again hoping no one noticed the little scene between the two of you.