shy femme who can barely make eye contact, sitting between my legs facing a mirror. “touch yourself for me, baby. i want to watch.” her hands shaking so badly she can barely do it. “look at how pretty you are like this,” cooing in her ear. she keeps trying to close her eyes. “no. watch yourself. see what I see.” her whimpering, following my commands until she starts confidently touching more and leaning against me.

hunter butch wife but i’m the prey

need a lover to find me talking to friends at a party, wrap their hands around my waist from behind and place their head on my shoulder. maybe join the conversation, maybe not. just a need to be close.

ok well have you considered bottom femme with really sharp nails who loves to scratch x super masochistic butch who is fucking her and they are both just moaning “harder” back and forth???? did you even think about that??

　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ PERV!LOSER ELLIE’S DIARY ENTRIES ABOUT YOU.

✧ pairing—perv loser ellie x popular femme reader. ✧ warnings—GENUINELY pervy creepy as hell behaviour, detailed explicit descriptions—sex & masturbation etc, stalking, voyeurism, pining but it is very intense and creepy, possessive & aggressive language, personable diary like tone. for the love of dramatic lesbians!

11th October.

i know you’re probably fed up of me at this point, diary. i am too. but fuck. you should see her. if you could see her, you’d get it without a doubt.

today she came into class wearing this tiny little skirt and these stockings—the sheer material was stretched so tight over her thighs i could see every curve and dip and i just wanted to touch so so bad. i need it. her. it’s this hot burning ache in me, unfulfilled and yearning. i need to touch. to feel. to hold. to squeeze. to kiss. the stockings almost killed me and i’m sure that was probably her intention just… not for me.

ignoring that.

she’s such a tease. but i know she’d be so good for me, my good girl, if she let me have her. if she allowed me that fucking heavenly gift. i would never be the same, genuinely. my whole purpose anyway is already to worship the absolute fucking goddess that she is but if i seriously got the chance to do so. fucking hell.

when she knelt down to pick up her pen next to me and her skirt rode up enough to show where the stockings stopped on smooth glorious thighs, my heart practically fucking stopped. my boxers were soaked immediately, dripping. i almost reached out and snapped the material against her pretty pretty flesh—just desperately wanting to her what sound she’d make. a yelp? a moan? my name?

i didn’t obviously. bryce whistled at her and she laughed. i felt sick.

14th October.

she touched me today.

like, really. properly. we got paired in PE. well, grouped. but she was the only one i cared about. my clit was already throbbing just seeing her in her little skort and soft clingy shirt, hair up—exposing her neck and every piece of skin i long to mark. past the point of pathetic, i know.

it was badminton. she was on my side of the court and every-time she bounced up to whack the shuttlecock her ponytail bounced so pretty with her and her scent wafted over to me, drowning me in her enough to make my head all hazy and my cunt pulse. the jiggle of her tits in shirt was torture, seriously—i could barely focus on anything else other than the constant squirm inducing zips of need up my spine: i couldn’t look away. her noises were so cute as she played, i remember them so well—stuck in my brain as they will (determinedly) continue to be. little grunts and noises of happiness i wanted to eat. fuck.

someway somehow i actually managed to get a good hit despite having been actively contemplating if i should go to the bathrooms and jerk off i was that distracted. i’m so glad i didn’t, diary. the hit won us that little game and she was ecstatic. over something so simple, too: she’s adorable. i’ll remember that face, like every other aspect of her that clings to the deepest corners of my brain—but it’s the way she jumped up and moved over to me and hugged my arm in happiness, all the while babbling compliments.

i lost all function.

no joke.

the soft warm fucking otherworldly squish of her tits against my arm and the scent of her was all that took over my mind. blank for anything but her. gone to any world that wasn’t the one in her bright eyes and her sparkling smile.

i genuinely thought my clit was gonna explode with how much it was pulsating. with each thundering beat of my heart.

i did end up going to the bathrooms, i couldn’t not after all that. i’ve never cum faster. or harder.

16th October.

i saw her in the mall today. i was only there to pick up some more games but then i saw her.

she was in victoria secret, of fucking course. i did think about wandering in and trying to look and see if she’d go into the changing rooms, but the store was a bit too packed. instead, i saw which perfume she brought. saw her pick up a few sets of lingerie.

thinking about whoever she might be buying them for makes everything inside of me want to die and my blood burn, so i just prefer to imagine she’s buying them for me. knowing she’ll be mine soon—so fucking sweet and good for me that she just wants to be well prepared. to have everything ready for me. so eager to please me, my sweet sweet angel. i would seriously fuck her even if she was drenched in sewage, but i can appreciate the delicacies.

imagining my pretty girl in that pretty lace has certainly been a recurring thing, teasing myself to the edge with her image in mind, always only her—her tits encased in that fabric, hanging teasingly in front of my face while she whines and moans for my mouth. for my fingers. i hope she knows i would give them to her without fucking question and the teasing would probably hurt me more than her. she’s my ruin.

when she left the shop with her friends, i went in. i picked up the perfume she brought and brought one for myself. not to wear, obviously. to spray on my pillows. maybe some clothes. i know that’s weird. i don’t really care. is that bad?

19th October.

i didn’t mean to follow her.

not really.

i just wanted to make sure she was okay. that she got home safe. that’s all. she seemed so upset today, i don’t know what it was—but i heard that she was crying in the bathrooms and she really did just look so sad. i wanted to ask her what was wrong the whole day. to take her into my arms, rub her back and stroke her hair and let her melt into my hoodie. i wanted to just make everything better for her, to make sure everything was alright. that’s all that matters to me.

so i just followed her to do that.

she doesn’t live far from school, so she walks. i walked behind her. slowly. to not get seen. and no, i live nowhere near her.

admittedly, i did get a bit caught up. but you understand.

i made sure she got in safe and everything but then i did.. stay. a little. to make sure she was really really safe, you know? her bedroom is the window right closest to the street, allowing me to see in clearly—it’s so pretty in there, so her. i could picture myself in there clearly. laying on her sheets, watching her prance around her room and just so content listening to her talk, melting into sheets that smell like her as her voice turns my muscles into goo. or, you know, pushing her back onto the bed and prying her thighs open with mine. but i digress.

it’s not like i asked her to start stripping off her clothes right in front of the open curtains. just… who am i to deny that? it’s almost like she wanted me to watch, anyway. that’s what i would think if i was able to form any thoughts at that point—not just her and a lot of ohfuckfuckohfuck.

she pulled her top off and the sight of her tits bouncing free from their confines—perfeftperfectperfect—left my knees weak. i stumbled behind one of the trees nearby, jelly knee-ed and shaking already just from the visual, my nails biting into the rough bark in search of salvation. my eyes fixed on her in the window, mouth watering and stomach burning. she’s everything.

any sense of right or wrong was lost to me completely. not that it’s ever that apparent really that apparent, i can admit.

the shimmy she did to get her jeans off probably shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did but—watching her tits bounce with the move, her thighs jiggle so pretty, the curve of her waist twisting. i needed to be inside of her. eat her whole. grab the flesh of her thighs and leave hand marks, red and mineminemine. i need to worship her. to paint her perfect flesh with me.

salvation.

22nd October.

my perfect girl.

i will truly never be able to comprehend how one singular being can be as perfect as she is. sweet and gentle and warm. tough and ruthless and strong. a walking juxtaposition. everything a person aspires to be, she fucking embodies so effortlessly. my admiration knows no bounds, though you obviously know that. i wish she could too.

today—i saw her share that sweetness so beautifully, i almost fell to my knees before her. hands behind my back, chin up. use me. do whatever you want to me.

one of the younger years who even i cant remember the name of, which is sort of saying a lot—they were on the grass where her friend group usually hangs out at lunch time, alone and clearly very upset. i watched her go over to them immediately the second she noticed them—ethereal features twisted down into true concern, watched her glossy lips form words that eased. watched her give that kindness. watched the result of it bloom.

i need that.

i need her.

to wrap me in her soft embrace and let me tuck my head into the pillowy give of her chest, to offer me that same warmth and let me bury myself in it. i would do anything.

i do think, is it bad i also noticed the curve of her ass in her jeans as she was consoling them, almost as much as the actual act, and the elegant sweep of her neck—the push out of her pouty lips in that frown, wondering what they’d look like sucking at my clit. or my strap. or open in a cry or a moan, screaming my name while i lapped at her sweet—

yes. probably. but i’m past that point.

whatever. it’s her influence.

my fucking ruin.

25th October.

is it normal for your fingers to actually ache with the sheer urgency to be inside of someone?

to hurt with the deprivation of a perfect tight warmth they’ve never even had.

well, it’s definitely my normal.

it physically pains me—that i can’t, that i haven’t. my fingers long to explore that warm wet velvet, the perfection of her. i know it’d be so so so so pretty. as pretty as the rest of her. art. i want to push back that little hood and press and caress that bundle of nerves—watch her face as i do, feel her trembling breath against my neck, the heaving of her tits against me as i worship her. as i give her everything she deserves.

with every clench or movement of my fingers, i just think how wasted that was—when i could be using that movement, curling them and plunging them into her, feeling the hot give of her around me, the fluttering of her want for me. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

i would do so much for that.

whatever she wanted.

whatever it took.

27th October.

i think the amount of times i see this goddess out and about is definitely a sign, but maybe i’m just hopeful. delusional. same thing.

sweet, sweet torture.

i’ve only just seen her—on my way back from jesse’s, i think she was maybe going to a party with her friends, with the way they were dressed up. i don’t know. i wish i was there, wherever there is. just so i could stare at her more. be in her presence, no matter how far.

i wish i was there when she was getting ready too. i dream about that. leaning back on her pretty bed while she fusses in the mirror, doing her makeup and her hair—choosing different outfits, modelling them for me. all whiny and ‘elllieeeee’ when i don’t give proper opinions but melting the second i grab her hips and tell her she looks beautiful in anything.

i dream about distracting her while she does, too—pulling her down to straddle my lap in just her skirt, no top, no bra. taking her mind completely off the party with my mouth on her chest, kissing soft reverent patterns down beautiful skin, sucking at her tits, teasing with my teeth. all the while she squirms on my lap, her warmth seeping into me. soaking through her little panties under her skirt.

i want her to think of nothing but me as i play with her. her head falling back in ecstasy as she pants and moans, nothing but my name leaving her mouth. i want her taste stuck in my throat—i want her arms wrapped around me, holding me in an unrelenting grip. marking me hers just as she’s mine, proud to hold me.

herherherher.

29th October.

why do these boys feel as though they have the right to treat her like that.

if she gets catcalled one more time, i’m going to gut stab punch something. them. i want to scream—stop fucking looking at her. leave her alone. how can they not understand she deserves so much more than that. we’re lucky to even get to look at her as we do, to just watch her being.

she deserves genuine appreciation. the true, unbridled, soul-deep kind. independent of anything else, just devotion for her. i need to give that. i long to so badly. i have so much of it in me, for her and only her.

it’s her top, i think. why people are being so disgusting today—and yes, her tits look so mouth-wateringly out of this world. plush and propped up in that little shirt as they are, gently spilling out. for me, anyway, too—her shoes, these little heeled boots today. a rare pair in her rotation, i cherish whenever they make an appearance. because i actually notice things like that, i notice her, instead of just fucking caring when she’s got skin on display. i careicareicareicare.

her legs look so long and fucking delicious, wrapped in clingy denim. i want them wrapped around my waist, holding tight, squeezing and squeezing as i pound away: clinging onto the the muscle of my thigh as she takes her pleasure, grinding, using me, her wetness seeping into my skin, the sounds of her wanting cunt filling the room—her whines in my ears, only for my ears. anything. everything.

the way her hips swing in those jeans when she walks, too, sends heat right between mine, a hot thirsty ache. the way she knows she’s hot, a simple firm truth. undeniable fact.

but i’m not making a scene.

fucking ridiculous. scumbags. no one deserves to even see her, no one but me. i want to be the only one. i would treat her so well. protect her from everyone—shield her from every single scrap of this unwanted attention. massage her feet, surely aching from the heels. kneel down and gently peel them off her—looking up at her all the while, her face, watching her pretty lashes flutter as i tend to her. the way she’d look down at me, soft and thankful and melting from over the angle of her tits sends a sharp jolt straight to my clit. her hand would lift to my face, caressing, i’d lean into it so readily—

she just got hit on again.

i want to kill them all. i want to rip out their vocal cords so they can’t fucking speak to her. i want to gouge out their eyes, render them useless. don’t look at her leave her alone you fucking-

she deserves infinitely more.

me.

actually, yeah.

me.

30th October.

i will never get enough of her.



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Pervert!Sevika X Virgin!reader

Wc: 1.3k

Warnings: perv!Sevika, panty stealing, panty sniffing, mastubation, cumming untouched (sevika), virgin!reader, corruption kink, slight manipulation, toy use (vibrator), fingering (r!receiving), praise, possessive Sevika.

HARD TIMES (hockey!ellie hcs)

wc/cw: 5k wc, inaccurate hockey terminology & plays but I’m Canadian so its fine, all university teams are made up—i think, lowkey ooc but shes actually not so, Ellie in a backwards cap fuck im wet, shes so cutie i love her so much, lore drop idc i love worldbuilding, frat parties??? And they play good music??? Reader is fem presenting and uses she her pronouns. Pet names, (pretty girl, baby) no angst! Tf.. smut but it’s not part of the “plot” (fingering —e+r!rec, pussy eating, strap—r!rec) not proofread.. i dont care bye this is crack

For my love @elsfawns <3

Hockey!ellie who enters the freshman year season with too much ambition. She steps onto the ice with the kinda determination that gets her heated more than it does playing. Her fists meet face more than her shots meet the net, and that's not a good thing. 

Now, Hockey!ellie is not a benchwarmer, she plays left wing like it's her job, like she was born for it. Because truthfully—she was. She really fucking was. 

She was spotted at one of her high school tournaments after the coaches were sent her highlight reels by another schools head coach with the question of “who gets her?” So yeah, she was made for this. 

In her senior year she was officially committed to UofSB and the Santa Barbara Suns. It was a dream come true, and also somehow her worst nightmare at the same time. She packed up everything she could fit in her suitcase and carry on and flew from Wyoming to California. 

That brought her here, a junior with too much of a temper and way too much confidence for a girl her height. And as far as she was concerned, she would make the next two seasons her bitch.  

Hockey!ellie thrives on the crowd. The way they cheer, the signs that they make, all the teenage girls and adult women who were sitting there questioning their sexuality. She loved every minute of it, and with no shame. 

Her teammates would tease her and call her an attention junkie in the locker rooms, but she really couldn’t help it—and, have you seen her? The attention was bound to happen, it’s not her fault. 

Hockey!ellie who sports the number 13 like she owns the damn thing and is called by her last name more than she is her first. Abby nicknamed her wet Williams after a particularly difficult match against Tennessee, but it didn’t stick for anyone else. Williams was her name to those who mattered now, and she didn't mind. 

Hockey!ellie who dresses like a seventeen year old boy…unironically. Her closet is filled with plain t-shirts and grey sweats that sit dangerously low, but high enough to keep her pg-13. She adorns the occasional pair of jeans when she can, but the amount of athletics she does keeps her falling back onto whatever’s the comfiest, leaving her in sweats, a tee and her dark green snap back, which is arguably her most recognizable asset. Besides her activity on the ice, or in the bed. 

Hockey!ellie whose team consists of possibly the best people she's ever met. Woodward, her situationship from freshman year who's a year older than her but somehow still manages to act several years younger, on right wing, Vi (or just lanes) who keeps all the shots out of the net sits on left defenseman, and her best friend and also worse enemy Abby Anderson who stays in the net, her bulky body and insane reflexes keeping most pucks far from their goal. There were a few other girls who she didn’t spend as much time with, like Cat, their awkwardly hot forward, and the right defenseman, a shy but equally as ambitious blonde called Tate. Together, they were a team. Most days. 

Hockey!ellie who, unfortunately, frequents frat parties… the sports teams are almost always given priority simply because they played sports, and they had the good shit, so… 

She arrives with Dina, that same old green hat twisted backwards on her head, the rim sitting far enough on her forehead to push the beak into her neck. Her sweats were grey and as low as always. 

She was supposed to show up in her jersey, they were celebrating another win for the team, one more step closer to finals. But instead, she rocked a black “I heart boobs” shirt, with full confidence. It was ridiculous.

Hockey!ellie who comes across you at this party. Dressed in an outfit that hugged you perfectly, while humming along to Roses by the chainsmokers, she was drawn to you immediately. She spots you by the drink table, alone and clearly not drunk in the slightest. 

So why doesn't she change that?

“Hey! I haven't seen you around—ever, what’s your name?!” She shouts over the music as she approaches you, toothy grin getting bigger as she separates from her friends. 

You notice a few looks being thrown in her direction from who you can assume to be her friends, and…teammates? You give her your name as she leans around the counter she throws hers back at you, eyes squinted and very red. 

“I think I've seen you, actually…are you on the hockey team?” The realization sets in, you had recognized her…like, everywhere. Girls complaining about her ghosting them, advertisements for the youth hockey camp that your school put on every summer, parties. 

She laughs, “Yeah, Yeah…that's me. Hey can I get you a dri—”

“Ellie lets go!” A voice rudely interrupts, stumbling into her as they pull her away from you. She stutters out a loud curse and a promise to come find you later. You're sure you got whiplash somehow. 

Hockey!ellie who quickly forgets about your seconds-long interaction after she gets pulled into a game of beer pong with Abby and her friends. 

Hockey!ellie forgets to find you later…instead opting to party hop with most of her teammates to some guy's place across campus. 

Hockey!ellie who meets another girl, while cross faded out of her mind. A southern girl with bouncy curls and doe eyes that can kill, she wasn't as pretty as you, or as intriguing—but she was a girl, and she was all over Ellie. 

Hockey!ellie who wakes up on someone’s couch, shirt on the floor and her arm draped over that same girl from last night. She can’t remember her name, and she's unsure if she wants to. But there is another one that crosses her mind, yours. 

Hockey!ellie curses herself soo hard. She talked to you for .5 of a second, then dipped and proceeded to fuck someone else…what’s her problem?? Like seriously. 

Hockey!ellie whose instagram screen time goes up significantly on her bus ride home, wired headphones that she fished outta her denim pockets plugged in while she searched far and wide for your profile. 

You, on the other hand, have already dismissed the interaction entirely. You brushed it off as Ellie trying to get in your pants, or talk to you for a few weeks and then blow you off like you heard she did with others. Yikes. 

Hockey!ellie who stays in a house with a few of her teammates, Abby, vi and Dina, her closest and lowkey her only friends. 

The second she walks in Saturday morning, hickies adorning her neck and her short wrinkled to the gods, Dina starts cackling. Then her two other friends proceed to clown her until she’s forced to retreat into her room, for the rest of the night. 

Hockey!ellie who spends her week sulking… literally sulking. She huffs at the dinner table, sighs while she shares a joint with Jesse, and drags her feet to class like a freshman who made the stupid decision of choosing all 8ams. 

She asked about you, looked for your social media’s, she even asked the dean if she could get a copy of your class schedule. “Get lost, Williams.” He replied. She sighed and moped her way to practice. 

Eventually the week comes to its end, Ellie’s still frustrated with your complete disappearance, but now she's got other things to prioritize. Like, school and hockey and now it’s Friday, and she's at another party. 

This time, Sex on fire is playing, and she's taking shots with a group of guys she's only met once or twice, probably at other parties. 

This time she's in a white GOLF WANG tee, and a pair of baggy jeans that she's sure were made for someone’s brother. She adorns the same green hate as she always does, and a silver chain hangs off her neck. 

This time, she will find you… and she will get your number! She hopes. 

Hockey!ellie searches for you in every room she enters. She lets her eyes not-so-discreetly pan over the backyard when she goes out to smoke a joint with Jesse and his girl, and goes up to a girl with a similar hair colour as yours in hopes that its you. 

When she finally does spot you, you aren't alone. You're with a friend that she's seen around the frat a few times in her awkward number of visits. A boy named Ken that she's sure is gay, but she can't be sure yet. 

Vi pointed you out to her, lightly slapping her shoulder with the back of her hand and pointing in your direction. “Ain’t that your girl?” She points, eyebrow raised as Ellie basically starts vibrating in her spot. 

“Yeah, yes! Shit—I’ll be right back.” She rambles, licking her lips and smoothing down her shirt as she makes her way over to the drink table. 

She approaches…strongly. 

“Heyy! Long time no see.” She drawls, the alcohol practically dripping from her voice. She wraps a hand around your shoulder, and reaches the other one out for your friend to take. 

“Im Ellie, hi,” she introduces, lets your friend reluctantly take her hand and shake it gently. She watches as he throws you a knowing look, winks, and then grabs his drink and leaves. 

Ellie smirks, looking down at you. Your face was even prettier than she remembers it to be, she thinks she might pass out. 

“Well, looks like it’s just us now.” She chuckles awkwardly, eyes not moving from your face. 

“Hi, Ellie…” you laugh, looking back up at her. The immediate tension was almost comical, like it was impossible for two people to ‘click’ that fast. 

You blush under her gaze, moving your eyes back to the table. She chuckles again, that cocky sound that you’re sure has had multiple girls to drop their panties. 

“I guess I should apologize for last time, huh? We were so rudely interrupted.” She pulls you closer, the scent of her cologne filling your nostrils as your face collides with her body. 

“So.. Can I make you a drink? What’s in here?” She smiles, grabbing your cup from your manicured fingers and bringing it up to her nose. She grimaces at the smell of the drink. 

“Supposedly a ‘martini’ but, it kinda just tastes like shit.” You make air quotes around the title of the drink, laughing as you speak. 

“This is just not right.”  She snarks, pulling her arm from your shoulders. She pulls you closer to the table, discarding your cup completely and filling a new one for you. Half juice half…something.. 

“Okay, try this, pretty girl.” She smiles, passing the cup to you cautiously. You accept it, taking a careful sip of the drink. She licks her lips, awaiting your reaction. 

You nod around the cup. “Mmm! It's good!” You smile, taking another large gulp of the liquid. 

Ellie laughs, awkwardly shuffling as a blonde girl wedges herself in front of you. You give her a look and tug on the sleeve of her shirt. “Let’s go somewhere quieter?” You suggest, already pulling her out of the kitchen. 

She catches a look from vi…one that's a little too demeaning. Ellie shakes her head no, and vi throws her a rather graphic message with her fingers. Ellie flips her off, letting you drag her wherever you want her. 

“What are your intentions with me, pretty girl? Cause…I don't have any condoms.” She jokes, letting your hand move from her t-shirt sleeve to the skin on her arm, then eventually her own hand. 

“Oh, please…I’m not like you Ellie.” You fire back, letting go of her as you walk out the clear sliding door at the back of the house. She chuckles, following you out the back door. 

The backyard is almost empty, a few stoners lay under a tree at the back of the yard, and a man lingers by the fence with a cigarette, but for the most part it's secluded. 

The two of you settle into a gentle rhythm of conversation, the low hum of music plays in the background. It's not loud enough to be interrupting, but it eggs the conversation on in a way. Like a push forward. 

Hockey!ellie who talks to you for hours. She spends her entire night getting to know you on that back porch, telling the ins and outs of her life without a twinge of shame. Her hockey career, her major, the time she fell off her roof and broke the fuck out of her nose right before a tournament. 

You found out that she was majoring in astrophysics with a minor in general physics and worked at the record store downtown whenever she could. You called her crazy, she just sighed and told you “it is what it is” before taking another hit of her cigarette. 

That night she left with your number and too much excitement. 

Hockey!ellie texts you nonstop. Like, it's actually bordering on annoying the amount of times she'll text you during the day. Memes, TikTok’s, random updates on her life that you frankly shouldn’t care for…

Ellie, 3:12 am

Heyy

Ellie, 3:12 am

u up? 

Ellie, 3:12 am

nvm… youre not up. 

Ellie, 4:09 am

look at the TikTok i sent you lmaooo

You, 7:07 am

good morning! I was not up. 

Ellie, 2:34 am

sorry i just woke up

wyd

Hockey!ellie who spends her days (and her nights) tirelessly flirting. Like, incessant amounts of flirting. 

She replies to your stories, calls you pet names, sends you thirst apps that somehow don't make you cringe. She calls you while she's cooking, nonchalantly asking you to turn on FaceTime because she “misses your pretty face” you blush and hesitantly accept her request. 

One time, you sent her a picture of you outside the rink, with a tiny smile that most would read as completely platonic, with the caption “r u in here? Should I come in and embarrass you?” 

She replied after you had already left, “you just wanted to sneak into the locker room and see me naked, didn't you?” 

You smirked down at your device, “problem? Lmao” 

Hockey!ellie who FaceTimes you religiously. She presses that button RELENTLESSLY. On her way home from practice, while she's doing homework, and especially when she's high. 

You’re in the midst of getting ready when she calls, a FaceTime request that is not even 12 hours apart from the last. 

“Heyy, babee…what’re you doing? You look pretty.” She drags, her eyes are red and low from the weed, you can already tell she was in need of some attention. 

“Hey, el. Getting ready—youre going to that party tonight, right?” You ask, setting your phone down on your vanity as you blend away at your face. 

She nods, putting her own phone down into her lap. You watch her fingers as she plucks away at a video game controller, cussing in between sentences as she focuses on the tv. She occasionally looks down at you throughout the call, chuckling your name or adding on to whatever joke you made prior. 

“Hey—listen. I gotta, uhh, a game, next Friday…i—it's not like a big, big deal, but—i would like it if you came…if thats—cool, if you wanna..” She rambles, you can tell she's stressed. The wrinkles in her forehead, and the total lack of eye contact told you exactly what you needed to know, she wanted you there. 

“Ellie! Of course, I would love to come.” You beam, lifting up your phone and practically screaming into the device. 

Ellie nods, looking down at you and then back at her tv a few times. “Yeah?” She grins, her toothy smile meeting her ears on both sides. 

“Yeah!” 

“Okay—shit—awesome. Abby’s here so I gotta go, but—I'll see you soon, pretty girl.” She winks, bidding you one last goodbye before she hangs up the phone. 

Hockey!ellie who gets so nervous before the game…like so much so that Dina points it out with the loudest, most degrading laugh ever. 

“Aweee! You like like her!” She cooed, pointing her finger in Ellie’s face as she made kissy lips in her face. Ellie swats her away, letting her hands slide down her face in an act of desperation. 

“Fuck off. I’m good, pass me my AirPod case.” 

the game starts with Ellie on the wing, waiting for cat to pass the puck back to her. She notices you just before the puck drops, her number painted onto your cheek and a smile that can kill on your face. 

She curses under her breath, she doesn’t know how much longer she can handle whatever the fuck you had going on. You had been talking for months, hanging out on rare occasions that you were both free and FaceTiming like it was illegal to not be on the phone 25/8.

“Williams! What the fuck!” Her teammates' cursing voice pulls her out of her trance. She had missed the drop because she was staring at you like a dork. She shakes her head, face flushing red underneath her helmet. 

“Sorry! Won't happen again!” She yells back, quickly skating up past her teammate and accepting the pass that gets fed to her by Vi. 

She slides between the wall and a defenseman from the opposing team. She quickly juggles the puck, tossing it into the net with enough speed to knock it into the net. 

1-0 Santa Barbara.

She pumps her fist into the air, skating to the other side of the rink and blowing you a kiss through her helmet. You reciprocate, cheering alongside the crowd as you jump up and down. 

She chuckles, returning to centre ice for the next face off. Dina gets pulled off, and replaced with another girl Bianca, and the other team takes out their goalie, leaving them with six attackers. 

Ellie bites her lip, getting herself ready as the other team ready themselves. She almost looks over at you, but decides against it. She needs to focus. 

She gets pulled off halfway through the second half after cussing out the ref with the most ice friendly words she could find. She swears into her helmet as she steps off, eyes quickly locating you in the crowd. 

You throw her a sympathetic smile and a thumbs up, mouthing keep going! While you jump up and down lightly. She chuckles, waving at you from the bench. 

At halftime a girl from the other team comes up to her, a mischievous smirk on her face. Ellie knows she's gonna be trouble. 

“That your bitch?” She asks, gesturing her head back in your general direction. “She’s real cute.” The girl winks at Ellie, skating off before Ellie can get a word in. 

She starts in the third quarter, and so does the seemingly interested chick on the other team. 

When the puck drops Ellie quickly receives the back pass from cat, skating up and around the forward of the other team. She quickly feeds it to Dina, and then skates up to the net. She lets the others do their thing for a few seconds, before vi slides opposite hr and sends the puck her way. 

Ellie quickly weaves in between three girls, sending the puck straight into the net. she smirks, letting the crowd erupt into a string of cheers.

3-1 Santa Barbara. 

The same girl from the bench skates by her, a venomous smile on her face.  “Lotta talk for someone who can't block a shot.” Ellie barks in her direction, letting their cages practically connect as she yells. 

The girl opens her mouth to rebut, but it's too late, Ellie’s already skating away. 

There’s 15 seconds left in the game when Ellie gets her second assist. Cat is up by the net, yelling for the puck as Dina blocks a defender from the other team. Ellie’s racing against number 16, the same girl who made the stupid comment about you, the one she's been having problems with all game. 

She shoots the puck into the metal bar on the goal, letting it bounce back to cat who does the impossible. She lets the puck hit her stick before scooping it and shooting it over the goalies head. The goalie, who was just a few milliseconds too slow was still on her knee from attempting to block Ellie’s fake, giving cat an in to score over the side of her head. 

The game ends. 

4-2 Santa Barbara. 

Ellie was thrilled. 

You quickly jumped from your seat, dragging your friend up with you as you cheer for Ellie. “Yes, Ellie!” You shout. And somehow, over all the other voices, she only hears yours. 

She zones out in the change room, not bothering to celebrate the win with her teammates. It was just another win for them, but for her it was different. She changes quickly, not bothering to shower and she packs her gear with haste, slipping into her sweats and hoodie as fast as possible. 

She hears Dina and Abby giggle as she slips out of the locker room, a few murmurs of shes going to find her girl, and aweee’s that she leaves behind when the door closes. 

She doesn't care for their comments, she's on a mission to find you. 

She doesn't have to search for long, however. Her eyes land on your back profile a few feet away from the arena entrance. You're chatting animatedly to your friend, probably about the contents of tonight’s game. 

Your friend taps your shoulder, pointing behind you. 

Ellie immediately starts walking towards you. Speed walking, if you will. You turn around quickly, your already wide smile growing when you spot a lone Ellie approaching. 

“Ellie! Oh my god!” You screech, running up to her and pulling her into a tight hug. “You were so fucking good! Holy shit—” you ramble into her, looking up at her. 

She shakes her head, interrupting your string of compliments with a soft kiss. Her jaw trembles as your lips meet. You make a noise of sudden surprise but don't fail to work against her mouth. 

You wrap your arms d around her neck, letting her pull you closer to her by the waist. 

“Get a room!” Abby laughs as she passes by, slapping Ellie in the back of the shoulder. 

Dina and vi pass by too, they're a little sweeter with their comments, but nonetheless they keep it funny. 

Hockey!ellie who makes you hers after that day by taking you out skating. Even if you hadn't skated before then, she's so careful with you, not without flexing, of course. She then proceeded to shove the nicest bouquet of flowers into your arms and kiss you as gently as she could.

Hockey!ellie’s roommates ADORE YOU. Dina constantly asks about you and makes TikTok’s with you every time you come over. She's turned into one of your closest friends since you met Ellie. Vi keeps her space but engages sometimes, whether that be a sly joke or asking you how your classes are going, she's quiet, but attentive. Abby is the opposite, an absolute goofball who cannot hold her liquor for the life of her. 

One time, the group of you (plus Jesse) were drinking at theirs, nothing too serious, just a small kickback with a clearly limited amount of snacks. At this hangout, Abby decided it would be a great idea to lift you onto one of her shoulders and Dina onto the other. Let's just say it didn't end well and they had to consult an actual medical professional to make sure you two didn’t have concussions. 

Hockey!ellie who isn't as cocky as she makes herself out to be behind closed doors. No screw that, shes a fucking baby. There’s a video somewhere in your camera roll of her begging you to cuddle her and hold her. She told you she would actually die if that got posted, you’ve debated posting it while mad at her a few times. 

Hockey!ellie who is the goofiest girl in the world and could not be a better girlfriend. She loves you to the moon n back. ♡

NSFW BONUS. (I had to im sorryyyyy…) 

Hockey!ellie who had been dreaming about you for an embarrassing amount of time.. like, months.. months of waking up to soaked boxers and her freckled face full of embarrassment. :( 

Hockey!ellie who fucked you for the first time at her place, in her bed, with the door closed. You’d think that would be enough privacy right? Wrong. Because the next morning her amazing best friends burst in no later than 8:00am and demand you. Not her, just you. 

“C’mon! We wanna hangout with her too.” They laugh, trying to pull a very shirtless you out of the bed. You sit there, laughing your ass off as they try to bribe you into hanging out with them. 

“Can you! Stop it, give me my girl back, bro.” She snarks, before wrapping her tattooed arm around your waist and pulling you as far underneath her as she can. You chuckle, cooing into her ear as you snuggle up to her. 

You shoot Dina a wink, letting her know you’ll be up shortly. Ellie flips them off as they leave. 

Hockey!ellie who has magic fingers. Like, it’s insane—you’ve never been fucked this good in your life. 

Picture this; shes got you on your back, with her head tucked into your neck as she marks her territory all the way down your throat. Two of her fingers are scissoring inside you as her thumb toys with your clit, bringing you to the edge faster than your own hand ever has. Your hands scrape down the skin of her naked back, another surface that has also been covered in hickies,  don't ask. 

Hockey!ellie does infact own a strap yes she does. Its a pale colour similar to her skin tone. 8 inches in length, and she knows how to use it. 

“Fuck! Ellie, baby—hmph!” You moan into her pillow, her hips plowing into your pussy as you drip all down your legs. You had cum three times already, and she had no intent on stopping.. 

“You take it so well, baby.. so good f’me.” 

Hockey!ellie is so jealous, and like—possessive. She’ll see another girl check you out at the bar and genuinely crash out. 

One time, that same fucking girl from the game she kissed you at was at the same bar as you. They were playing Ellie’s team again really soon and clearly, she had wanted to start some shit. 

Well it didn't work, because you literally let Ellie make out with you at the counter. Fully hands on, grabbing at your tits and ass while you giggle into her mouth. 

Later that night while shes got you back in her room, legs spread wide while she works her tongue deeper and deeper into you. “All mine, you're all mine—okay baby?” She whimpers, you nod into the air, a slight moan escaping at the vibrations of her words. 

“Fuck—need to hear you say it. Can you say it please, baby?” 

You said it ohhhhh you SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!! 

Hockey!ellie who isn't so cocky once you get her in that same position. Laying on her back, with her supple skin covered in lovebites. You slowly work one finger into her, letting her whimper into your neck. Then its two, and you’re slowly pumping your fingers in and out of her cunt while she basically cries into you. 

She cums remarkably fast, moaning your name in that high pitched tone you haven't heard from her before. 

Hockey!ellie who says i love you for the first time while you guys are scissoring, her wetness grinding into you while you twitch and cry beneath her. 

“M’gonna cum, baby! Fuck!” She groans, struggling to keep up with her movements as her orgasm builds inside of her. 

You nod, pulling her as close as you could. “Me too! Mmph—”

“i love you—loveyousomuch!” She whimpers as hot white floods her vision. She falls into you, the words barely registering in her mind as she collapses into you. You bring a hand to the back of her head, pulling her lips into yours.

“i love you too… so much, baby.” 

Hockey!ellie who sends you OVERLYY freaked out messages.. sometimes shes joking, sometimes she's not.. 

one time she sent you a TikTok that said “I’d choose you over my family any day because blood isn't thicker than that ass” and swears that shes joking, but you lowkey think shes serious. 

There was another time that she texted you a video of the two of you going at it while you were sitting next to your roommate, and her family. 

Oh another thing, Hockey!ellie loves, and I mean, LOVES to record. Its an addiction at this point. She swears she needs the videos for away games and tournaments, even though shes only gone for a week MAX. 

“You never know, babe!” She pleaded. You just giggle and slowly peel your panties off. 

Hockey!ellie who falls asleep immediately after she cums, your fingers will still be INSIDE and she's already passed out, snoring on you like she wasn't just dirty talking in your ear. Not too much on her though she’s sleepy. (You take off guard pics of her sleeping and use them as blackmail the next day, all the time.) 

Hockey!ellie who is a subtop at heart. 

Hockey!ellie who fucks you sososo good that sometimes her roomies need to ask you if youre okay the next day. You just get embarrassed and tell em youre 100% fine and exactly where you want to be. 

Hockey!ellie gets off on you pulling her hair… WOAHHHH??? WHO SAID THAT.. 

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femmes and their butches/mascs. don’t worry, they are exactly where they want to be.

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Princess

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Reader

Summary: Abby is obsessed with your tits.

Contents: nsfw, modern au, femme reader, mommy kink, tit sucking, thigh riding (kinda), vaginal fingering.

Abby! who loves taking you in your bed. Pushing you down against the pile of soft pillows, undoing the buttons on your silk pjs. Who rests her hands either side of your ribcage and kisses down your chest.

Abby! who watches you drop your head back against the pillows, the fairy lights across the headboard reflecting off your chest as she runs her tongue over your nipple before sucking it into her mouth.

Abby! who sucks your tits all the time. When you’re in her lap grinding your cunt across her thigh or if she’s knuckle deep inside you. Her mouth is on your chest.

“Fuck… mommy, please.” You moan, thrusting your hips up slightly to meet the pounding thrusts of Abby’s fingers in your cunt. Your hand threaded in her hair as she brings your nipple into her mouth, sucking on it like she’s starving.

Abby pulls away, kissing it, before propping herself up on her elbow to look at you. “You wanna cum, princess?”

You nod rapidly, your breath stuttering as her thumb starts circling your clit. “Please…”

”Please what?” Abby teases, slowing down her fingers making you whine and buck your hips up.

“Please, mommy.”

Abby! who effortlessly lifts you onto the counter in the kitchen or the bathroom, kissing you on the lips before moving down your neck. Who lifts your shirt up until it’s above your lacy bra and pulls the cup down, licking up your breast and over your nipple before swirling her tongue around it.

Abby! who loves licking and sucking hickeys across your chest. Cupping your breast in her hand rubbing a thumb over your nipple until it’s hard before taking it between her teeth.

Abby! who loves watching you get ready in the morning. Walking around in just your pj shirt and shorts. No bra, your nipples hard and accentuated under the fabric due to the cold morning. Who loves watching you go through the drawer full of bra’s, picking the prettiest lace ones to wear.

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