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ugh bro why are people hating on bi girls bro????? So because they like both genders theyre confused?? No. Maybe theyre just attracted to men and women . And bi people have preferences so if they wanna be with a woman they can if they wanna date a man after the woman the woman cant bash the girl calling her “fake gay” or cant say they were “left for a man” for attention if the breakup was mutual like we get it bein a man hating lesbian was the only thing u had going in ur life but stop

taking it out on these bisexual people more specifically bi women.

Respectfully—bi loving lesbiannnn💕 love my bi ex so bad.

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𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 ||𝓔.𝓦

𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 • 𝓓𝓻𝓾𝓰 𝓤𝓼𝓮 (𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭) • 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮 • 𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓼 (𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼)

The hotel room was dimly lit, the soft glow of city lights seeping through the curtains. Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, guitar still in her lap, fingers idly strumming a melody that had been stuck in her head all night. The tour had been rough—constant traveling, late-night shows, interviews, and barely any time to breathe.

But now? Now she had you.

You sat cross-legged on the bed beside her, lazily rolling a joint, your fingers moving with practiced ease. The scent of weed clung to the air, mixing with the faint vanilla of your lotion and Ellie’s lingering cologne. She glanced at you, exhaustion melting into something softer, something hungrier.

“You look way too good right now,” she muttered, setting her guitar aside.

You smirked, lighting up and taking a slow drag before passing it to her. “That stress getting to you, rockstar?”

Ellie exhaled sharply, running a hand through her messy hair before taking a long pull from the joint. The tension in her shoulders visibly eased as she let the smoke roll from her lips. “You have no idea,” she murmured, leaning back against the headboard.

You crawled into her lap, straddling her, your hands resting on her shoulders. Ellie looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, fingers instinctively finding your waist.

“You need a distraction,” you whispered, leaning in until your lips barely grazed hers.

Ellie groaned softly, tilting her head up to capture your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. She tasted like weed and mint gum, the warmth of her lips sending a shiver down your spine. Her hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer, fingers pressing into your skin like she needed you to anchor her.

“Mm,” she hummed against your lips, breaking the kiss just enough to rest her forehead against yours. “I should make you come on tour more often.”

You giggled, taking the joint from her fingers and bringing it to your lips. “Someone’s gotta keep you sane.”

Ellie smirked, her hands sliding lower, squeezing your hips. “Yeah? I can think of a few ways you can help with that.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before kissing her again, slow and deep, letting the world outside fade into nothing. For now, it was just you, her, and the hazy warmth between you.

And that was all she needed.

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ellie core

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this finna EAT

princess protection program

summary : after your country is invaded during your yearly ball, you are forced to flee to....jackson, wyoming? where even is that? assimilating to average middle class life may be.. devestating, but maybe you can handle it with the help of your new roomate.

pairing: ellie williams x black princess!reader

content + cws : readers a huge snob lowk, CLICHES, mutual pining, silly fun, slight violence in beggining + end

MASTERLIST.

001. ugh, as if!

002…..

more coming soon….

+*:ꔫ:* reader *:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

. ⭒☆━━━━━━━ ellie ━━━━━━━☆⭒

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hello bassbreaker nation

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The way vi is holding cait's arm

From: star_ry_eyed (twitter)

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Guys new fic who should it be??

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Supermodel- ekko.

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A fix inspired by Supermodel by our fav liar sza!

Ekko leaned against the brick wall of the bodega, his skateboard resting beside him. The low hum of the city was like a song he couldn’t get out of his head—car horns blaring, laughter spilling from a nearby hookah lounge, and the faint bass of a song blasting out of someone’s car. He pulled his hoodie tighter against the chill of the evening, but his attention wasn’t on any of it.

It was on you.

You stepped out of the corner store, all legs and confidence, carrying a bag of snacks and a look that could stop traffic. Your oversized leather jacket fell off one shoulder, showing off a fitted tank top underneath. Gold hoops glinted in your ears, catching the light, and your sneakers—freshly creased Air Forces—were spotless, as usual.

You looked like you belonged in the pages of a magazine, but the thing was, you didn’t care about being noticed. And that’s what made it impossible not to.

“Damn, you just gonna keep staring?” you called out, your voice cutting through the city noise like a melody.

Ekko smirked, pushing off the wall. “Maybe. You make it kinda hard not to.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile playing on your lips betrayed you. “Don’t start, Ekko. What’re you even doing out here? Waiting for me?”

“Who says I wasn’t?” he shot back, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, brushing past him. “Well, if you’re gonna waste your night following me, at least make yourself useful.”

You didn’t wait for him to catch up, but you didn’t have to. Ekko grabbed his board and fell into step beside you, matching your pace as you strolled down the block.

“Where we headed?” he asked, glancing over at you.

“Nowhere special,” you said with a shrug. “Just needed some air. You know how it is.”

Ekko nodded. He did know. Life could feel heavy sometimes, like you were carrying the weight of everyone else’s expectations. You wore yours well, though—like armor. But Ekko had seen enough to know it didn’t always feel like it fit.

“You good?” he asked after a moment.

You side-eyed him, raising a perfectly arched brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just asking,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “You know, in case you needed someone to talk to or whatever.”

You laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made his chest tighten. “You’re cute for that. But I don’t need a therapist, Ekko. I’m fine.”

He didn’t push it, but he didn’t believe you, either. Instead, he pulled a snack out of the bag you were carrying—a bag of spicy chips—and opened it without asking.

“Seriously?” you said, stopping to glare at him.

“What?” he said, popping a chip in his mouth. “You weren’t gonna share?”

“I didn’t say that,” you muttered, snatching the bag back. But your lips twitched, and Ekko knew he’d won.

The two of you wandered aimlessly, weaving through side streets and alleys lit by the warm glow of streetlights. The conversation shifted from light jokes to music recommendations, to shared memories that made both of you laugh until your stomachs hurt.

By the time you found yourselves sitting on a park bench, the city had quieted, and the air was filled with that late-night stillness that made everything feel softer.

“You ever think about how people see you?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Ekko glanced at you, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

“Like…” You hesitated, your fingers toying with the hem of your jacket. “People think I’ve got it all together, you know? Like I’m some kind of supermodel or whatever. But they don’t actually see me.”

Ekko leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you. “I see you.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious,” he said, his voice low but steady. “I see you. Not just the way you walk into a room like you own it, or the way you roast me every chance you get. I see the way you care about people, even when you don’t want them

to notice. I see the way you hustle, the way you never let anyone catch you slipping. I see you.”

Your laughter faded, replaced by a soft, almost vulnerable expression. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. For once, you didn’t have a witty comeback or a sharp edge to deflect with.

“You don’t gotta do that,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Act like I’m… more than what people see.”

“You are more,” Ekko said without hesitation. His brown eyes met yours, steady and unshaken. “And if nobody else is gonna remind you of that, I will.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy but not uncomfortable. The city lights reflected in your eyes, and for a moment, Ekko forgot where he was.

“You’re really good at this, huh?” you said after a while, breaking the tension with a smirk.

“Good at what?”

“Making a girl feel seen,” you teased, though your voice was softer than usual. “Careful, hero. You keep this up, and I might start thinking you actually like me.”

Ekko chuckled, leaning back against the bench. “Maybe I do.”

You blinked, clearly not expecting him to admit it so easily. “You don’t scare easy, do you?”

“Not when it comes to you,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

For the first time, you didn’t have a quick retort. Instead, you leaned back, the tension in your shoulders easing as you let out a quiet sigh.

“Alright, Ekko,” you said, your voice light but sincere. “You think you can handle me? Let’s see if you’re about it.”

He grinned, pulling out his phone and holding it up like a microphone. “I’m ready for the interview. First question— how does it feel to be the most smartest caring girl on this lousy ass planet?”

You burst out laughing, swatting at his arm. “Shut up!”

“Not until you answer!”

And just like that, the heaviness between you melted away. The two of you stayed in the park for hours, talking about everything and nothing, stealing chips from each other’s bag, and daring the city to try and interrupt.

Because if ekko couldn't see anything he'd always will see you.

Ahhh i love him sm👌🏾👌🏾 i wrote this one for the non gay gyals hopefully theyll enjoy it

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P POWER E.W

Subtitle: “she fucking no coward”

Sypnosis: A reluctant night out at a house party takes a sharp turn when Ellie makes her entrance, her magnetic presence and unrelenting confidence drawing you in. What starts as playful banter quickly escalates into a charged, intimate escape, where Ellie’s teasing words and skilled touch strip away your defenses. As the night unfolds in her apartment, you find yourself consumed by her intensity, both emotionally and physically, leaving you breathless and aching for more.

Trigger Warnings for P power

• Sexual content: Explicit depictions of intimacy and adult themes.

• Power dynamics: Playful but charged interactions that might feel intense or overwhelming for some readers.

• Strong language: Use of explicit language throughout the story.

Please approach this story with care, ensuring the themes align with your comfort level.

The music thrummed through the walls of the crowded house, bass heavy and relentless. The party was alive with bodies pressed together, laughter echoing, and smoke curling in the air, but none of it interested you. You leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping a lukewarm drink, trying to figure out why you even came.

You were about to leave when Ellie walked in.

She wasn’t loud, didn’t need to be. Ellie had a presence that drew attention without effort. Her jacket hung loose over her shoulders, her jeans slung low on her hips, and her green eyes scanned the room like she owned it. And when they landed on you, a lazy smirk stretched across her lips.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here,” she said, sliding up beside you.

You rolled your eyes, but a grin tugged at your lips. “Didn’t think I’d stay.”

Ellie tilted her head, her eyes flicking down to the silver nose ring glinting under the dim light, to the dimples that appeared every time you smiled. Her smirk deepened. “Good thing you did.”

“You always this cocky, or is it just for me?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Depends. Is it working?”

Before you could respond, Ellie reached for a beer from the counter, popping the cap off with ease. She leaned closer, the scent of her—something sharp and earthy—filling the small space between you.

“Let me guess,” she said, her voice low enough to cut through the noise. “Dina dragged you here?”

You shrugged, your fingers idly playing with the edge of your cup. “Something like that.”

“Not your scene?”

“Not really.”

Ellie hummed, taking a long sip of her beer. Her eyes never left yours. “So why not leave? I can think of better things we could be doing.”

Your pulse quickened at her words, but you forced yourself to play it cool. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Her smirk turned wicked. “Let me show you.”

Ellie didn’t waste time getting you out of there. The drive to her place was fast, her hand occasionally brushing against your thigh as she shifted gears, the tension between you thick enough to suffocate.

Her apartment was small and cluttered, but you didn’t have time to notice much before Ellie had you pinned against the door, her lips crashing into yours. The kiss was hungry, all teeth and tongue, her hands already gripping your waist like she couldn’t get close enough.

You gasped as her fingers slipped under your shirt, cold against your heated skin. She pulled back just enough to look at you, her green eyes dark with want.

“Been thinking about this all night,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your jaw.

“Yeah?” you breathed, your hands threading into her hair, tugging slightly.

Ellie groaned, the sound vibrating against your throat. “You have no idea.”

Her lips trailed lower, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as her hands slid to your hips, pulling you flush against her. You could feel the heat of her, the way her body pressed so perfectly against yours.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” she muttered, her hands dipping lower, gripping the curve of your ass. “That smile, those dimples—you drive me insane.”

You shivered under her touch, the way her words sent sparks racing down your spine. “Ellie,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

“Say it again,” she demanded, her lips capturing yours once more, her teeth tugging on your bottom lip just enough to make you whimper.

“Ellie,” you repeated, louder this time, your nails digging into her shoulders.

She growled, her control slipping as she backed you toward the couch, pushing you down and climbing over you in one fluid motion. Her hands were everywhere—your waist, your thighs, slipping under your shirt to brush against bare skin.

“You’re so perfect,” she murmured, her lips trailing down your neck, her hands tugging at the waistband of your jeans.

You didn’t stop her, didn’t want to. All you could do was arch into her touch, your body aching for more as she worked her way down, her kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

When her fingers finally slipped between your thighs, you let out a broken moan, your head falling back against the couch.

“Fuck,” Ellie breathed, her voice thick with desire. “You’re so wet for me.”

You couldn’t even respond, your words lost in the haze of pleasure as her fingers worked you over, her lips finding yours again to swallow your gasps.

She was relentless, her movements precise, her lips and hands leaving you utterly undone. By the time you came, your body trembling beneath her, you were certain you’d never feel anything like this again.

Ellie grinned, leaning back just enough to look at you, her fingers still lazily teasing you. “Told you I’d make the night interesting.”

You laughed breathlessly, your dimples flashing as you looked up at her. “Cocky as ever.”

“Damn right,” she said, leaning down to kiss you again, her lips softer this time, full of promise.

And as the night stretched on, Ellie made good on every single one of your lips.

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Blue hair—Jinx

Synopsis for Blue hair:

Jinx has always felt like two people trapped in one body—the ghost of Powder lingering beneath the chaos of who she’s become. One night, in the quiet of her workshop, she turns to cutting her iconic blue hair in an attempt to sever ties with the past she can’t escape. When you walk in, you find her mid-breakdown, scissors in hand and surrounded by shattered remnants of herself.

Through raw vulnerability, shared confessions, and careful understanding, you help Jinx confront the pain she’s been burying and the pieces of her identity she’s been trying to destroy. Together, you begin the difficult journey of acceptance and rebuilding, one strand at a time.

A story of hurt, healing, and learning to hold the broken pieces without cutting yourself in the process.

trigger warning- self h@rm themes, mental health struggles , trauma references, emotional vulnerability,

Inspired by “Blue Hair” by TV Girl

The door to her workshop was cracked open, and even from the hallway, you could hear the erratic clinking of metal and the hiss of frustration. Jinx always worked late—her projects were endless—but something about tonight felt different. Wrong.

When you pushed the door open, the first thing you noticed was the mess. Not the usual clutter of tools and blueprints, but chaos—shards of broken glass scattered like jagged confessions, overturned boxes spilling bolts and screws across the floor. And there, sitting in the middle of it all, was Jinx.

Her long blue braids hung loose around her, tangled and frayed. A pair of scissors rested in her hand, their blade trembling as her knuckles whitened around the handle.

“Jinx?” you called softly.

Her head snapped up, and for a moment, her wide eyes were pure panic. She looked at you like you’d caught her mid-crime, like you weren’t supposed to see her like this.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice sharp but fragile, like glass about to shatter.

You stepped inside, careful not to disturb the broken pieces on the ground. “I was looking for you.”

“Well, you found me,” she said, her tone bitter. “Now go.”

You didn’t. Instead, you crouched down in front of her, your eyes flicking between the scissors in her hand and the uneven chunks missing from her hair. “Jinx… what’s going on?”

She laughed, a sound so hollow it made your chest ache. “What’s going on?” she repeated mockingly. “What does it look like? I’m reinventing myself.”

“By cutting your hair?”

“Why not?” she snapped, her grip on the scissors tightening. “It’s stupid, right? But maybe if I chop enough of it off, I’ll stop feeling like—” She cut herself off, her voice cracking.

“Like what?” you pressed gently.

“Like her.”

The word hung heavy in the air, and you didn’t need to ask who she meant. Powder. The girl she used to be, the girl who haunted her every thought.

Jinx dropped the scissors, her hands flying to her head as she tugged at the remaining strands of her hair. “She’s still in there,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can feel her. Crying, messing everything up. She won’t shut up, no matter what I do.”

You reached out, your hand hesitating before brushing against hers. “Jinx, stop. Please.”

Her hands stilled, but her chest heaved like she was fighting to keep the storm inside her from spilling out. “I thought if I cut it, I’d feel… different. Less like her. Less like—” She broke off, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Less like you’re falling apart,” you finished for her.

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto yours. For a moment, she looked so small, so scared. “How do you know?”

“Because I’ve felt it too,” you admitted, your voice soft. “That need to do something, anything, to make the pain feel… real. To make it stop eating you alive from the inside out.”

Jinx stared at you, her usual bravado stripped away. “Did it work?”

You shook your head. “Not the way I thought it would.”

The room fell silent, save for the faint hum of her machines in the background. You reached for the scissors on the floor, setting them aside before gently taking her hands in yours. Her fingers were cold, her grip weak.

“It doesn’t matter how short you cut your hair, Jinx,” you said softly. “You can’t erase her. But maybe… you don’t have to.”

Her brow furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re not just Powder or Jinx. You’re both. You’re all the pieces, even the broken ones.”

She shook her head, pulling her hands away. “I can’t be her. I can’t.”

“You don’t have to be,” you said. “But you don’t have to destroy her, either.”

Jinx let out a shaky breath, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You don’t have to do it alone,” you said, your voice steady. “I’m here. For every piece of you, Jinx. The messy ones, the sharp ones, all of it.”

Her gaze softened, and for the first time, her walls seemed to crack. “You don’t know what you’re signing up for,” she said, a weak attempt at humor.

“I do,” you replied, your dimples showing as you smiled gently. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Jinx’s lips quirked up, just barely, before she looked down at the strands of blue scattered around her. “Guess I really screwed this up, huh?”

You laughed lightly. “Yeah, but we’ll fix it. Together.”

And as you reached for a brush, guiding her to sit still while you worked to even out the jagged edges, Jinx let herself lean into your presence. For the first time in a long while, she felt like maybe—just maybe—she could stop running from the pieces of herself and start putting them back together.

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Sailor song e.w

subtitle: “kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor”

Inspired by “Sailor Song” by Gigi Perez

The waves outside the window were relentless, crashing against the shore in a rhythm that mirrored Ellie’s heartbeat. She sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed, strumming lazily on her guitar. The notes were soft and sweet, a melody she’d been working on for weeks but hadn’t quite finished. She glanced up from her instrument when you walked in, your presence like the warmth of sunlight filtering through storm clouds.

“You’re dripping on my floor,” she teased, smirking as she nodded toward your soaked sneakers. The late afternoon rain had caught you on your way over, and now you stood at the threshold of her room, curls sticking to your face, droplets clinging to your nose ring.

“And yet you love me anyway,” you shot back, your braces flashing as you grinned. Ellie chuckled, setting her guitar aside.

She reached for the towel she’d left on her chair and tossed it to you. “Yeah, yeah, come here before you catch a cold.”

You took it, playfully ruffling your curls before tossing the damp towel over her head. Ellie swatted at you, laughing as you finally flopped down beside her on the bed. She always loved how you brought chaos into her carefully ordered world—your laugh, your voice, your energy.

“So what’s that you’re playing?” you asked, tilting your head to peer at her guitar.

Ellie shrugged, running her hand through her short hair. “Just messing around. It’s… I don’t know, kind of inspired by that song you’re obsessed with. The one you keep singing under your breath.”

Your face lit up as realization dawned. “Sailor Song? No way!”

“Maybe,” she admitted, her ears tinged pink. She picked up the guitar again and strummed a soft chord. “It’s not done yet, though. Needs something.”

You leaned back, letting your curls spill over her pillow. “What’s it about?”

Ellie’s fingers froze mid-strum. She didn’t meet your eyes. “The sea. And… someone who makes it feel less scary. Like, you know, you’re not alone when the storm hits.”

Your gaze softened. “Sounds like someone I know.”

Ellie glanced at you then, her green eyes searching your face. The way you looked at her, with no hesitation, no fear, made her feel braver than she ever thought possible. You reached out, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Play it for me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, starting from the top. The room filled with the soft strumming of her guitar, and her voice—low, raw, and a little uncertain—wove into the air like a promise.

As the song unfolded, you couldn’t help but hum along, your voice blending with hers in perfect harmony. Ellie glanced at you, and for a moment, it was just the two of you in that room—no storm, no world outside.

When she finished, you clapped softly, leaning closer until your shoulder brushed hers. “That was beautiful,” you said, your smile wide and genuine. “You’re beautiful.”

Ellie’s cheeks flushed, and she looked away, fiddling with the guitar strings. “Shut up.”

“Never,” you replied, laughing.

The rain continued to patter against the window, but neither of you noticed. Wrapped in each other’s presence, the storm seemed distant, almost a memory. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just Ellie, you, and the quiet song of the sea that lived in both your hearts.

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Ellie Williams tumblr has officially died😣 rip my fav loser lesbian

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casual ~vers 1~

Piece of song: “baby get me off again if it’s casual, it’s hard bein casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser”

The haze of smoke curled between you and Ellie, soft tendrils weaving into the air as the room filled with a quiet, pulsing tension. She was sitting on the edge of your bed, her posture relaxed, her legs spread like she owned the space. The joint dangled lazily from her fingers, her knuckles brushing her ripped jeans as she passed it to you.

“You good?” she asked, her voice low, laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah,” you murmured, taking a drag. The burn in your chest was almost grounding, a temporary relief from the way her presence scrambled your thoughts.

Ellie leaned back, her weight shifting onto her palms as she watched you. Those green eyes of hers pierced through the dim lighting, pulling at something deep inside you. She smirked, barely noticeable, but enough to make your stomach flip.

“You’re staring,” she teased.

“Shut up.” You handed the joint back, trying to focus on anything but the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips before taking another hit.

The silence stretched, heavy and charged. Her hand brushed yours as she passed it back, lingering a second too long. The air felt thicker now, more than just smoke. Your eyes met hers, and the look she gave you wasn’t playful anymore. It was something darker, something that made your breath hitch.

“C’mere,” she said softly, her voice almost a command.

You hesitated, but she didn’t. Ellie leaned forward, closing the gap between you. Her fingers found your jaw, tilting your face toward hers, and before you could think, her lips were on yours. It was slow at first, testing, until you melted into her, letting her set the pace.

The kiss deepened, all heat and desperation. Her hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer until you were straddling her lap. The scent of her—the faint hint of weed, leather, and something uniquely Ellie—filled your senses as her mouth traveled to your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

You didn’t stop her. You didn’t want to.

Time blurred after that, everything becoming a mess of tangled limbs and whispered names. Ellie had a way of making you feel seen and invisible all at once, her touch consuming you while her silence said more than words ever could.

When it was over, you lay there, catching your breath as the haze settled again. Your body ached in the best way, but your chest felt heavy, a nagging feeling creeping in.

Ellie sat up, her movements slow and deliberate. She didn’t look at you as she reached for her jeans, pulling them on with an ease that felt far too casual for what had just happened.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your voice quieter than you intended.

“Out,” she said simply, shrugging on her jacket.

“Ellie…”

She paused for a moment, her back to you, before shaking her head. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“This,” she gestured vaguely, still avoiding your gaze. “It’s not… don’t make it something it’s not.”

Her words hit like a punch to the gut, the weight of them settling in as she grabbed her keys and walked out, leaving you alone in the lingering smoke.

And just like that, she was gone.

You stared at the door long after it closed, your chest tightening as the reality set in. You should’ve known better. Ellie was never one to stay. You feel disgusting tightening the cover around your body.

I hate this fic so much I didn’t even wanna finish it but I need space in my notes.

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18+, fingering, squirting, slight overstimulation, crying, begging, vi being kinda mean + drabble something liteee this is a repost from my old account @/loonadaworld if it looks familiar

‘ vi, please, ‘ you mewled, pushing your head against your girlfriend’s chest. ‘ fuck babe— listen to that, you hear how fucking wet you are ? ‘ she groaned into your ear, her fingers pushing into you at an unforgiving speed. ‘ it’s too much .. ‘ your hand wrapped around her wrist in a poor attempt to stop her. ‘ if you do that one more time i’m not gonna stop until you’re crying. ‘ your thighs closed around vi’s hand, a whimper falling from your lips as you shook in her hold.

vi cursed, pulling her fingers out of your sopping cunt in order to force your legs open. ‘ maybe next time you’ll remember to watch that fucking mouth of yours. ‘ her fingers plunged inside of you once more, eliciting a moan from both of you. the way her fingers were curling inside of you, paired with her thumb rubbing your clit, it wasn’t long before you were seeing stars, your soaked pussy fluttering around her as you fell over the edge of pure euphoria.

she didn’t make an effort to slow her movements, actually doing the opposite until the wet squelches of your cunt became too much for you to handle. ‘ vi wait, i think— ‘ she covered your mouth, a smile forming on her lips as her hand muffled your scream. you felt the wet sensation before you saw the mess, your girlfriend trailing sloppy kisses in the curve of your neck. ‘ shhh .. i got u right here, ‘ vi finally started easing you through the after shocks of your orgasm, her hand coming to a stop.

you had tears running down your cheeks at this point, your chest rising and falling with each breath. ‘ what was it that you said to cait again ? ‘ take me home since my girlfriend doesn’t want to. ‘ ‘ she scoffed, moving from behind you and laying you on her pillows. ‘ how do you think that sounds, hmm ? how do you think i feel when i hear my girl asking my friend to take her home ? ‘ vi hovered above you, her wet fingertips tracing shapes on your inner thighs.

you shook your head, cupping her face as she stared down at you with the darkest gaze you’ve ever seen. ‘ vi .. i won’t do it again, i promise. just wanted to leave the party already .. ‘ everything you said going in one ear and out the other. ‘ well you got what you wanted, now you have to take it. ‘ without warning, she inserted her fingers again, making your body jolt at the sudden intrusion. ‘ you’re gonna give me two more. ‘ vi felt her breath stutter at your choked sob, your hysterics only turning her on even more.

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FWU ~vi~

Subtitle:”im tryna fuck you girl YK I fuck with you”

The dim light of the underground tavern flickered as laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air. You leaned back in your seat, sipping your drink, watching the chaos unfold around you. This was the Undercity—a place of grit, crime, and survival. It was also where you’d found her: Vi, the rough-edged fighter who had stolen your heart with her cocky grin and sharp tongue.

She entered the room like she owned it, her cropped pink hair catching the light and her fists wrapped in fresh bandages. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the room until they landed on you. The smirk that spread across her face made your chest tighten. She didn’t just walk toward you—she strode, her confidence palpable.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Vi greeted, sliding into the chair beside you. Her voice was low, teasing, and laced with warmth only you seemed to bring out.

“Vi,” you replied, meeting her gaze with a sly smile. “Done knocking heads around for the night?”

She chuckled, leaning in closer. “For now. Thought I’d spend some time with my favorite girl instead.”

Heat crept up your neck at her words, but you didn’t let her see it. “You always know what to say, huh?”

“Only when it comes to you,” Vi murmured, her hand brushing yours.

The rough texture of her knuckles contrasted with the softness of your skin as she intertwined your fingers. You studied her hand for a moment—so strong, so calloused, yet gentle when it came to you.

“What happened this time?” you asked, running your thumb over a fresh bruise on her wrist.

“Just a scuffle,” she said with a shrug, but you knew better.

“You need to take care of yourself, Vi.” Your voice was firm, but your eyes softened as you looked at her.

“I’ve got you to take care of me,” she replied, her smirk softening into something more vulnerable. “Don’t I?”

The way she looked at you—like you were the only thing keeping her grounded—made your chest ache. You leaned in, your lips brushing against hers. She kissed you back with a hunger that matched her intensity in everything else. Her hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer, her thumb tracing the curve of your jaw.

When you finally broke apart, her breath was warm against your skin. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

“Coming from you?” you teased, your fingers tugging gently at the collar of her jacket. “That’s rich.”

She laughed, the sound low and gravelly, before pulling you into her lap. “Stick around, and I’ll show you just how much trouble I can be.”

And you knew you would, for as long as she’d have you.

Vi’s laughter faded as her gaze darkened, the playful smirk tugging at her lips shifting into something more primal. The heat in her eyes made your pulse race. She tilted her head, her fingers tightening on your waist as you straddled her lap.

“You keep looking at me like that,” she murmured, her voice rough and low, “and I’ll forget we’re in a crowded room.”

Your breath hitched, but you held her gaze, emboldened by the fire in her tone. “Maybe I don’t care if anyone’s watching.”

Her hands slid to your hips, gripping you firmly, pulling you closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. Her lips ghosted along the curve of your jaw, the rasp of her breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Careful, babe,” she whispered, her teeth grazing your earlobe. “I’m not exactly known for my self-control.”

You tilted your head back, giving her better access as her lips trailed down your neck, her kisses turning to bites that left your skin tingling. The heat in the room seemed to grow heavier, your heart pounding against your ribs.

“Vi,” you breathed, your voice a mix of a plea and a challenge.

She hummed against your skin, her hands slipping under your shirt to rest on your bare waist. Her calloused fingers were rough against your softness, but the contrast only made you crave her touch more.

“Let’s get out of here,” she rasped, her voice thick with desire. “I want you all to myself.”

You didn’t even hesitate. Sliding off her lap, you grabbed her hand, dragging her through the crowded tavern. Vi followed willingly, her grip firm and possessive, her body radiating heat as she stayed close behind you.

The moment the two of you were alone—hidden away in her dimly lit apartment—she had you pinned against the wall, her lips crashing against yours with a ferocity that left you breathless.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” she muttered against your mouth, her hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve like she’d never get enough.

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, your fingers tangling in her short pink hair, pulling just enough to make her groan.

Her lips curled into a grin, and she pressed her thigh between your legs, drawing a soft gasp from you. “You gonna let me take care of you tonight?”

The answer came in the way your body melted into hers, your hands clutching at her jacket, pulling her closer. Her touch turned more confident, more demanding, as she lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed.

Her kisses grew slower, deeper, as her hands slipped under your clothes, exploring the warmth of your skin. “You’re so damn beautiful,” she murmured, her voice softer now, but no less intense.

And as the night unfolded, Vi proved, again and again, that she could be both rough and tender—all for you.

The way Vi laid you on the bed was anything but gentle. Her strength was undeniable, her hands gripping your thighs to pull you flush against her. She hovered over you, her smirk sharp and teasing as she took her time, her gaze trailing down your body.

“You’re even better than I remember,” she murmured, her voice rough and heavy with want.

Her hands roamed freely now, tracing the curves of your body with a reverence that sent shivers through you. Her fingers hooked into the hem of your top, pulling it up and over your head in one fluid motion. The cool air kissed your skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning between the two of you.

Vi leaned down, her lips brushing your collarbone, then your chest, her kisses growing wetter, hotter, as she moved lower. Her hands slid to your hips, her thumbs pressing circles into your bare skin as her lips found the sensitive skin above your bra. She paused, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Tell me what you want, babe,” she whispered, her voice low and raspy.

“You,” you breathed, arching into her touch.

“Yeah?” Her smirk widened as she slipped a hand behind you, unhooking your bra with ease. She tossed it aside without breaking eye contact, her lips finding your nipple, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. The sensation sent a jolt through you, and you tangled your fingers in her pink hair, pulling her closer.

“Fuck, Vi,” you gasped, your back arching as her other hand cupped your breast, kneading gently.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured, her teeth grazing the soft skin just enough to make your breath hitch.

Her lips trailed lower, her kisses growing slower and more deliberate. She tugged at your pants, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your hips as she slid them down, leaving you bare beneath her. Vi’s eyes darkened as she took in the sight of you, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“You’re perfect,” she rasped, her voice dripping with hunger.

You barely had time to respond before her mouth was on you, her tongue tracing a slow, teasing path along the inside of your thigh. She held your legs apart, her grip firm but gentle, as her lips trailed closer and closer to where you needed her most.

When her tongue finally brushed against your center, a broken moan escaped your lips. She groaned at the sound, her hands tightening on your thighs as she held you in place.

“God, you taste so good,” she murmured against you, her voice muffled but filled with heat.

Her tongue moved with practiced precision, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and firm, deliberate pressure that left you writhing beneath her. She knew exactly how to unravel you, her lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm as she brought you closer and closer to the edge.

Your fingers gripped her hair tighter, your hips bucking against her mouth as your breaths came faster, more ragged. “Vi, I—”

“Come on, baby,” she urged, her voice sending vibrations through you. “Let go for me.”

And you did, your body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. She didn’t stop, her mouth moving against you, drawing out every last tremor until you were left breathless and trembling.

Vi pulled back slightly, her lips glistening, her smirk as cocky as ever. She crawled back up your body, her hands bracketing your face as she kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

“Think you can handle another round?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

You grinned, your fingers trailing down her chest to tug at her belt. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”

You tugged Vi’s belt free with a swift pull, her sharp intake of breath fueling your confidence. She raised an eyebrow at you, her smirk deepening as she watched you take the lead.

“Oh, so you’re feeling bold tonight?” she teased, her voice low and husky.

You didn’t bother responding with words. Instead, you leaned up, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. Your hands slid under her jacket, shoving it off her shoulders, then made quick work of her shirt, leaving her in nothing but the sports bra she always seemed to wear.

“Damn,” you murmured, taking her in, your fingers trailing down her toned stomach.

Vi’s cocky smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. “You’re really something else, you know that?”

“Shut up and let me take care of you for once,” you shot back, your voice dripping with affection and intent.

Vi raised her hands in mock surrender, her grin returning. “By all means, babe. I’m not stopping you.”

You pushed her back onto the bed, straddling her hips as you leaned down to kiss her neck, your lips and teeth leaving a trail of marks along her skin. She groaned, her hands gripping your thighs tightly, her nails digging into your flesh just enough to make you gasp.

Your fingers traced the waistband of her pants, teasing her before finally undoing them and sliding them down her hips. She lifted her body to help you, her muscles flexing under your touch.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Vi,” you said, your voice soft but firm.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at your words, but she quickly covered it with a smirk. “And you’re a tease.”

You laughed, leaning down to kiss her again as your hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her. When your fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her briefs, you felt her tense beneath you, her sharp exhale brushing against your lips.

“Relax,” you murmured, your voice soothing. “I’ve got you.”

Her blue eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the usual bravado melted away. She was vulnerable, raw, and entirely yours.

You moved your hand slowly, deliberately, your fingers finding her wet and warm. The sound she made—a low, guttural moan—sent a shiver through you. Her hips bucked against your hand, her breathing growing ragged as you found a rhythm that made her fall apart.

“Fuck,” she groaned, her head tilting back, exposing the strong line of her neck. “You’re too good at this.”

“You make it easy,” you teased, pressing a kiss to her collarbone.

Her grip on your thighs tightened as you quickened your pace, her body arching into yours. She was falling apart under you, her usual confidence replaced by pure, unfiltered need.

When she came, it was with your name on her lips, her body shuddering beneath you as you rode out the waves with her. You didn’t stop until she was trembling, her breaths coming in uneven gasps.

“Holy shit,” Vi muttered, her voice hoarse as she looked up at you with a dazed smile. “Where the hell have you been all my life?”

You grinned, leaning down to kiss her gently, your fingers brushing a strand of pink hair from her face. “Right here, waiting for you to catch up.”

Vi laughed, pulling you into her arms and rolling you onto your back. “Well, don’t think we’re done just yet,” she said, her smirk returning as she hovered over you. “I’ve still got plenty of fight left in me.”

And with that, the night was far from over.

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