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If We Were Vampires (Pt. 1)

(name wip) (yes, pt.1 does imply more than one part. I wrote more than I thought I did.)

-Jordan Li is turned into a Vampire. What now?

-A Limoreau fic, with a focus on Jordan Li as a vampire.

-Did you read the part about Jordan Li being a vampire?

-NOT edited by any means. This was written at 4 am, so pls forgive any spelling/grammar errors

~ 2k words

CW: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, descriptions of blood (can't think of any other, let me know if there are).

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When Jordan came too, they had no idea where they were, but wherever it was, it was cold and dark, and they were laying down on a hard wet surface. Which they realized was the damp concrete ground. They went to move, but their eyes shut quickly as they winced in pain, hand quickly going to massage their neck. Who knew laying on the ground gave you a very sore neck. They slowly sat up, opening their eyes and taking in their surroundings. They were in some back alley way, laying against some trash bags and discarded cardboard boxes. The only thing providing Jordan with any light was the moon that hung above them. They rubbed their eyes, hoping they would better adjust to the dark, as they ran their small hands through their bob and let out a breath.

How did they get here? How long had they been out? They tried their best to recall their day, but it was all foggy. They remember waking up this morning in bed. It was cold so they decided to stay cuddled in the covers and… Marie was there, as she had been for a few mornings now. They had their first class together, but had to split off for the rest of the day. They planned on meeting up at a party Emma had mentioned to them taking place in some rich kid’s apartment in the city (well, their parents fancy ass apartment, but they were out of town or something). This is where things got foggy…

They vaguely remember driving to the party, excited to see Marie and the rest of their friends there after a long day of school work. Then, something happened… they don't remember what exactly, but it had grabbed their attention. And now, here they are, seemingly hours later, sitting in a dark alleyway with a sore neck.

Had they gone to the party and just partied too hard? No, that didn't sound right. Whatever caused Jordan to black out must have been serious, cause they do not black out easily. They were really worried now. They needed to get back to campus, figure out what the hell happened, and they needed to find Marie, make sure she was okay. They hope whatever happened to them didn't happen to Marie too.

They quickly pat their pockets down, trying to find their phone, but nothing. No phone, wallet, keys… maybe they were mugged and they were too drunk to do anything? Who fucking knows at this rate.

Tired of just sitting there and letting their thoughts spiral, Jordan pushed themselves up to their feet, needing to grab the wall as they swayed a bit. They did feel a bit woozy, but not in a drunk sort of way. It was more of a “they haven't eaten all day” kind of lightheadedness. Speaking of… they actually found themselves feeling very hungry. Their stomach felt empty like they hadn't eaten in days. It was almost painful. How long were they even out here? There were too many questions and not enough action. They needed to get back to campus.

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Jordan had been wandering for a while. It must have been real late, cause not many people seemed to be out. They were definitely on the sketchier side of town, opting to switch into their male form after some looks thrown their way by the city night dwellers. Their iconic bomber jacket wasn't doing much to stave off the cold night. It usually did the job, but for some reason they just couldn't stop shivering. On top of their pained stomach, they developed a pounding headache. Every light was too bright and every sound too loud. It's like their senses were being overwhelmed, even in the relatively still night. They were really starting to think they got whammied by some supe and dumped out in an alley as some fucked up prank. Whatever or whoever was behind it was gonna be in for it once Jordan finds out.

They finally came across some streets they recognized and followed them to the main road that would take them back to Godolkin. At this rate, they were really hoping to hitch a ride, cause that walk was gonna be excruciatingly long.

As luck would have it, after walking along the road for about 20 minutes, they heard a car coming up from behind them. They looked back and caught what looked to be a red pickup truck. They quickly brought their thumb up, displaying the universal hitchhiking sign.

They breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the truck slow to a stop right next to them. In the driver's seat was a young woman with dark blonde hair, wearing a simple white shirt with a red coat over top. Jordan admits that they were a bit surprised, definitely expecting some creepy old dude that would offer to drive them up to his farm just to be murdered. But Jordan should know better than to stereotype.

“Hey there, what are you doing out here so early?” The woman asked kindly. Even though one could see the tiredness in her eyes, she spoke with a polite smile on her face.

Jordan slowly approached the car window, keeping a fair distance just to be safe. Sure they were currently indestructible, but God were they still in pain. They really tried to not let it show though, as they returned a similarly polite smile. “Hey, I uh, sort of got ditched by my friends at a party, and I don't have a ride. Do you think I could catch a ride to Godolkin University? It shouldn't be too far ahead… please.” Jordan added, making sure they were being polite. They were really getting tired of walking.

“Godolkin University? That's the Supe college, right?” She asked.

Jordan just nodded tightly in response, the pounding in their head still persistent.

Whether she noticed they were in pain or not, they didn't know, but she did give them a slightly sympathetic look. “Alright, hop in. It's only a ten minute drive or so from here.”

Jordan breathed in relief as they made their way to the backseat of the truck. They thought about sitting in the passenger seat, but sitting in the back felt a bit safer, like this was just an Uber ride and not a stranger picking up a hitchhiker. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

“Oh, please don't call me ma'am. I'm only 32. Rebecca is just fine, thank you.”

“Right. Sorry. Thanks, Rebecca.” Jordan reiterated.

“No problem. I was heading in that direction anyway, so it's really no trouble. You also don't look to be doing so well. Should probably take it easy on the partying.” She commented lightheartedly.

Jordan gave a tight smile. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Well, it was silent for one of them… For Jordan, it was almost torture. The pounding in their head was getting louder and louder, echoing in their ears. They could barely think straight. They thought about Marie in that moment, and her ability to hear heartbeats. Was this what it was like? The constant thrumming in your ears? Marie had mentioned once that she had to learn to tune out all the noise, learning to hone in and focus on one at a time. They weren't sure why, but Jordan tried to do just that, closing their eyes and focusing on their heartbeat. And that's when they noticed it… there were two sets of beating. It wasn't just coming from their head. Jordan opened their eyes and almost immediately they were drawn to Rebecca. More specifically, her neck.

It's like they could feel her pulse beating from there, their eyes focussing on the feeling. Suddenly, they felt their stomach growl, reminding them of their hunger. The world around them started to blur. All Jordan could focus on was this woman's neck. It was almost animalistic, the way their mouth slowly fell open, salivating when a slight breeze wafted her scent towards them.

It took a while for them to register that they were being spoken to, being pulled out of their trance when they realized the car had stopped moving.

“Hey, did you hear me? If you're gonna be sick, puke outside of my car, okay?” The woman spoke seriously.

Jordan's eyes flicked between her face and her neck, the pull still there. They swallowed as they tried to compose themselves. “I- sorry. I just… need a minute.” Jordan mumbled as they stumbled their way out of the car, cause they did feel sick, but not from any hangover. They felt sick to their core, like if they didn't satiate their hunger they would die. They got out of the car as fast as they could, the feelings were overwhelming, they felt as though they couldn't breathe.

They bent over, resting their hands on their knees as they tried to breath, trying to focus on anything else than the alluring scent coming from the woman in the car. Suddenly, they felt a hand on their shoulder. Jordan jerked away from the touch, turning around only to be face to face with Rebecca. She was about the same height as they were in their current male form, which meant their eyes didn't have to travel far to reach her neck.

She had a worried look on her face as she watched Jordan seemingly dazed as they stared at her neck. “Hey kid, are you sure you're alright?” She spoke slowly as she leaned in a bit closer to grab their attention. And that was her last mistake…

Before Jordan could even register anything, they found themselves leaning forward, grabbing Rebecca and bringing their mouth to her neck. They felt their teeth ache for a second before diving in and biting down on her neck. They felt her skin break as their teeth sank in, releasing what they didn't even know they were craving till now. Blood. It was sweet and tangy, the most delicious thing they've tasted. The second it hit their tongue, they knew they needed more. So they stood there, clinging onto this woman's body as they sucked more and more of her blood out of her body. Jordan felt them slowly go limp in their arms, having to hold them up as they continued feeding. It felt so good, so invigorating. The hunger and pain they felt moments before faded away and was replaced by pleasure.

Before they knew it, there was no more blood to drink, as they finally pulled away from her neck. That's when everything came crashing back. The hungry haze they were previously in lifted, yanking them back into reality. They looked down at the body in their arms… cold, limp, lifeless. The clear bite mark on her neck that looked like it came from an animal shook Jordan to their core. They froze in horror. They couldn't believe it, this couldn't be real. This had to be some fucked up dream they were having and they'll wake up any minute now, in their warm bed with Marie cuddled up with them. But no. No matter how much they tried, they weren't waking up from this.

After a minute or so, they snapped out of their frozen state. They couldn't stay there, they had to do something. In a panic, they dropped the woman's body, watching it fall and hit the ground with a graceless thud. Just then they saw just how much of a mess they made. The woman's previously white shirt, now stained red like her coat. Jordan looked down at their own clothing, their own white shirt also stained red with blood. They look up and catch their reflection in the car window. They stand there stunned, staring at themselves, their entire chin stained with blood, their lips now a deep red. In a panic Jordan tries to wipe the blood off, not being very successful. Their heart was racing, their mind going into overdrive, and without a second thought, they switched into their female form and began to run away.

Hope you enjoyed!!

Might also post on AO3, haven't decided yet.

🫢 (part 2 is already written. Could probably release it later today. Who knows.)

#snowy read🖇📓✒️🗄

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SO HIGH

ellie williams x reader

ೀ HAPPY 420 TO EVERYONE WHO BE SMOKING WEED ✨ STAY HIGH STAY SAFE 💚 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 800 FOLLOWERS 🥹! I WANNA SEND EACH AND EVERYONE OF YALL A LOVE LETTER <33

ೀ ‘Clarisè’ is an oc, i envision her to resemble Taylor russell ! i need dealer!ellie BAD. NOW.

ೀ description: late 2010s AU! SMUT SMUT! HIGH SEX HIGH SEX 🥴, MUTUAL PINING, slight mention of drinking, mutual teasing!, (mean) dealer!ellie, pierced!ellie, stuckup!reader, reader has an attitude (brattyish), mean!ellie, dom!ellie sub!reader, strap on sex (r rec), strapsucking (e rec), face fucking (r rev) , hair pulling, cowgirl!sex, strap-packing, ellies strap is referenced as her cock, smoking while head (😇), bare use of y/n(___), use of (babydoll, princess, and gorgeous ) praise kink!

april 20th AKA 4/20—every stoner’s favorite holiday.

in celebration of the remarkable holiday—throw the dankest party of all summer!—is what your bestfriend says, of course.

your best friend Clarisè, who you grew up with, was very wealthy to say the least. her parents owned a couple international hotels which led to their long business flights, so everytime Clarisè was left alone in her mediterranean lifestyle mansion.

she would fill it to the brim with the your area code.

you were always there for her though since you were little girls, it wasn’t hard to pick up on how lonely she would feel as got older. even if she filled the house with strangers the second her parents packed some suitcases—you were always there. some form of family was atleast always there for her.

“so who exactly is coming?” you ask, sucking on a lolliepop as you laid on your best friend’s ginormous bed as she walked around in her walk-in closet. the size of her room was the size of your entire home.

“our friends—oh, and im gonna try to get at Abby tonight! what should i wear!?” she says nonchalantly as her fingers skimmed through one of the many racks of clothing.

“girl, half of the block is not our friends—i mean like who we know and she always breaks her neck when you wear red.” you state, pointing with your lolli to the red corset top Clarisè was holding in her left.

she giggles out before throwing off her crop-top to try on the corset “Jess, Deens, Bella—oh!, and i invited my dealer!, of course.” she meets your eyes through her mirror that took up half of her wall before continuing, “shes prett-ayy hot and single” Clarisè eyes wiggle around insinuatingly.

you couldnt help the scoff that left your lips before rolling your eyes “is she 45 years old?—bringing a ganja cake or something?” you joke out, ignoring the fact that your best friend has been trying to find you a hookup to ‘loosen you up’ as she quotes. Clarisè rolls your eyes at your antics to ignore her.

“its 420 baby, she the dealer—and she is not 45 years old!now come on, time to get dolled up!” were the last words she uttered before grabbing your hand and kidnapping you into the lost colorful fashion world that was her closet.

it was 8 pm by the time Jesse, Dina, and a few random people made their way through your best friend’s tall front doors leading into her huge entryway which greeted you automatically with her grand beige marbled staircase that lead you to the floors above; before you made your way down.

you checked yourself out once more in Clarisé’s bedroom mirror before you had to head down to greet the incoming guests. your makeup was light, eccentricating all your best natural features. you did a small and slown 360, a whistle coming from inside the room blows through the room and snapping your head towards the direction.

It was Jesse and Dina walking into the wide bedroom. “you guys made it!” you squeal out, engulfing your close friends into a group hug.

“look at you, sexy ass!” Dina twirls you around as she continued to compliment.

your hair flowed down perfectly, big silver diamond hoops poking through to be completed by the daintiest layered necklaces, your curves hugged your low-rise denim shorts perfectly, and along with your pink velvet bikini that teased through your small black zip-up to go along wih your chunky black beach sandals.

needless to say, you were the perfect resemblance to ‘2000s beach bombshell’.

“let’s go, lesbian and bisexual!, other lesbian is waiting for us!” Jesse exclaims, before holding out his hands in a ‘your way, m’lady’ gesture.

you and Dina just side-eye each other before scoffing, walking past Jesse as your shoulder bumped his hand out the way.

“fuckin’ dork,” you chuckled as you all exited Clarisé’s room; shutting the door behind you.

★ ┆彡︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

you all made your way down the grand staircase, taking in the view of group after group making their way through your best friend’s mansion. within the next two hours, you were sure this place would be full to the brim with faded—and soon-to-be crossfaded guests. Clarisé was quite a bit preoccupied greeting all the guests as you approached right next to her.

“there you are! Ellie should be here soon!” Clarisè cheers, a long rolled lit joint already slimmed through her two fingers as she wrapped one of her around your neck.

“Who the fuck is that?” “my dealer, bitch!—oh my god, tell me i am dreaming.” your bestfriend almost choked out, you looked around the group of people shuffling through the front door and spotted exactly what had Clarisè panties all twisted up. Abby Anderson, quite literally the finest girl—shit, everybody said it.

“oh babe, you are not dreaming—check-up time!” you twirl her around, quickly fluffing up her thick curls and complimenting her. you spin her around, giving her the smallest push before taking the joint from her fingers; making it yours.

“go get’er, girl!” Dina exclaims from behind the both of you, you all turn around to get lost into the gloom of haze coming from the deep crowd.

you held the joint between your lips, puffing on it as your hands were interlocked with Jesse and Dina.

★ ┆彡︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

you made your way through the crowd of people. you walked through the open entryway to her huge backyard t’ill you spotted Clarisè parents outdoor bar with the infamous selection of unlocked liquor.

you approached the series of circular two- and four-top tables topped with back-painted glass run along this wall, complimented with a variety of an array of different liquors while seven simple rustic barstools line up along the underlit bar.

the cobblestone walls was complimented with rustic wooden cabinets with glass-cabinet doors that held different sizes of shot glasses and cocktail cups.

the large grill and makeshift outdoor kitchen took the spot right next to the bar, soon enough, the bar started buzzing with conversations and laughter.

you guys didn’t waste anytime as he pulled out a LooseLeaf while Dina pulled out a mini jar from her purse, stenching your nostrils with the odor of marijuana immediately.

“shit, your whole bag wreekin’!” you giggle out before going to begin to look around on the few small cabanas that were spread around her extensive backyard—to someone who didn’t know the place, they could get lost outside within seconds.

i left my tray around here somewhere…

you thought to yourself as you peeked through a couple of the cabanas. you were concentrated on trying to find something to roll with; not paying attention to Clarisè approaching behind you.

your focus was pulled from the empty small make-shift beddings, whipping your head around.

your bestfriend Clarisè approached with someone right next to her—this someone was a woman—perhaps, a really mesmerizing woman in such a menacing manner.

you couldn’t help your eyes but drop to take in her exterior.

your eyes checked out the lean, yet muscular hazel haired woman. she had a slight wolf-cut at the front of her medium length hair, a sliver baring through her eyebrow, poking and peeking through one of her loose hairs; teasing you slightly with it. the woman’s eyes were a mix of piercing green and ombré the lightest shade of brown.

she had on jeans that hugged her waist perfectly as the waistband of her Calvin’s; ruffled up slightly. you notice the way her jeans bagged, yet hugged all the perfect areas, eyes examining the slight bulge, protruding slightly through the zipper of her jeans; becoming more’n’more prominent with your longing focus. you eyes scan the way her plain black t-shirt roughed up under her angel blue flannel.

she had the sleeves pushed up messily, one sleeve slightly higher than the other. the arm that was slightly more exposed was her tatted one. probably to show off that sexy ass tattoo.

you watched the way her veins protruded the tiniest bit through her feeble tone, your eyes following to the the blunt that shimmed through her middle and pointer.

you gulped, feeling your mouth run dry as each of your steps inched you closer to the duo; her face becoming clearer under the string of dimmed fairy lights that ran across the matching-extensive backyard fence.

you could see small specks run along the bridge of her cheeks and nose, highlighting her features, bringing our her eyes, watching how her thick-though-shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly—fuck she caught you staring.

you had to blink your focus back to you, not even realizing the accidental trance of whatever this woman oozed of.

“bitch, this is Ellie!—my plug!” Clarisè drunk voice rang through your ears. you couldn’t stop your eyes from widening.

you had been joking earlier, but where did Clarisè achieve this fine ass plug from ?

you quickly tried to think of something to say, wiping your dumbfounded expression off your face—if it hadn’t already been a dead giveaway.

“so, you’re the one who supplies our weed?”

“the one and only.” Ellie avowed, a smirk tugging her lip before bringing the bright-rosebud rolled cigarillo to her lips.

cocky, much? you thought.

“hm, yeah it’s cool or whateva’!” you smile out, cocking your head to the side as you watched Ellie take her to turn to drop her eyes; puffing profusely before ghost-inhaling her hit like a professional.

you watched Ellie’s brows rise, thought-provoking before letting out mock-like laugh. she doesn’t say anything, just steps up to you, handing you the blunt as the cloud of smoke she exhaled blew into your face.

Clarisé watched with a sloppy smile, strutting over to you and leaning into you to whisper into your ear.

“don’t let weed be the only thing you blow, tonight.” you watched as her face gave you the most devious smirk of century before walking away.

you bring the blunt to your lips, puffing it lightly, but not shyly to hide the bewitched expression on your face.

she could not be serious—but she was, 100%.

“‘wanna buy a 3.5?” your thoughts were cut-off as you continued to puff, almost ignoring the woman infront of you momentarily.

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand, closed palm as you held the blunt before passing it back to her.

Ellie found your laugh amusing, adorable at most; your laugh echoing through her ears.“what’s so funny!? atta’ party thrown by the richest family in Jackson—In the secluded, wooded hills?—gotta’ make some cash.”

“right…ill take you up on a tray offer, though”

“hmph, your lucky day, princess.” Ellie divulged finally.

she walked over to the cabana infront of her, picking up her white tote that had The Smiths album cover ‘The Queen Is Dead’ art designed all over the front.

“oh!, i see ____ brought a lil’ friend!” Jesse stokes out, you can always count on Jesse to tease the fuck out of you 24/7.

you approached your friend, shaking your head “meet our plug, y’all” you hold you hands out towards Ellie, doing an overdramatic gesture with a completely straight face.

Jesse and Dina began to conversate with her as Dina checked her out—girl, me too.

“i lost my rolling tray—” you began to grumble in thought, being cut off before you finished your sentence.

“so, plug to the rescue!” Ellie playfully nudged your shoulder causing you to roll your eyes as you began to crush up the weed percisely with your fingertips.

“how old are you?, ms. dealer—i also thought you were male.” Dina questions Ellie before mentioning causing you to let out a laugh at her bluntness.

“i said you were forty-five earlier, my bad.” you giggle into the conversation.

Ellie couldn’t help but whip her head around with an obvious stun expression, hazed eyes widden the slightest.

Dina couldn’t help but let out a holler of laughter, causing the both of you to be lost into a fit of shared laughter as Jesse and Ellie shoot each other a side-eye. they definitely knew they was new homies.

“I’m twenty-one, actually—and yeah, i get that alot.” Ellie finally answered, scoffing a bit.

“the forty-five part or you being a man?”

“me being a man, smartass” Ellie eyes you, smirking causing you to throw her an amused look.

you bring the rolled up cigar leaf that carried the beautiful green essence; sealing it with your spit-lathered tongue, leaving a long swipe along one side before using your two fingers to pinch it sealed.

you could feel eyes burning into your face the entire time.

ellie watched the way your mouth got work skillfully.

she would be lying if she didn’t find you to be the hottest woman—ever, right now.

Ellie’s mind wondering what else you could do with that mouth.

“done! let’s light her up!” you cheer, after your final tweaks off the blunt. you pass it to Jesse to light as he placed it in between his lips. ellie pratically tweared her eyes away from your glowing side-profile, distracting her gaze.

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you weren’t sure what time it is and how many drinks in you were. you couldn’t be many in as you could still walk consciously.

but, definitely drunk enough to be dancing ontop of a pool table right now with Clarisè.

♫ And the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home

I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on, and they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'

(Six in the mornin', six in the mornin') ♫

your hips swayed perfectly in rhythmic motion to the 90s G-funk beat as Snoop Dogg’s ‘Gin & Juice’ boomed through Clarisè parent’s home surround sound system.

you held each other’s arms in the arm as each of you had a joint of your own while you danced. you had your eyes closed as your crossfaded body felt like it could almost become the music with each swift gyrate of your hips.

it was way past 3 in the morning and everybody seem to be alive as you opened your eyes to scan through the wide halls, living space that caved into each huge room that was only divided by a thick regal pillar.

as your eyes scanned the room, following onto Abby; whose gaze was stuck onto your bestfriend. you immediately pull your bestfriend closer. “look to your right slowly, i think this is all you, babe!” you whisper-shout over the music before carefully coming down from the pool table.

once you got down, you strutted over to the bar. your arms splaying down onto the bar counter-top as you asked the bartender for some water, before puffing on the joint still in-hand. you hopped onto one of the bar-stools, your water in your free hand—in less than a second, drinking it slowly; feeling it refreshen your body.

you pratically chugged halfway of your tall glass of water, setting it down onto the countertop.

“for such a party girl, y’was actin’ pretty shy earlier, doll.” a familiar tone pulled your attention.

you turned your head to see Ellie stepping closer, then infront of the barstool next to you, so she was meer feet away from you. it was hard to ignoring her slight southern luring voice.

“i can’t possibly know what you are talking about.” your lashes batted as you claimed, taking another drag at your joint. even with the pugent smoke flowing off, you could smell her tenuous perfume.

it was a rich musky honey scent, an undertone of fresh eucalyptus to balance out the mixture stench of weed. your nostrils were engulfed in the pragmatic and sensual smell that fell off her aroma.

“don’t play dumb, doll.” Ellie tuts out teasingly, the nickname slowly reeling out an ignited excitement out of you as you exhaled.

“wow, you are soo sweet.” your dead-tone was a sarcastic giveaway. you couldn’t help but snicker at your own thoughts.

wonder how easy it is to challenge her…

you watched the way her lips pursed and let out a light sly whistle fall from her mouth. “i caught you checking me out earlier.” she states, leaning her elbow onto the bar countertop.

although your eyes squint slightly, you felt the rush of heat flush your cheeks. you turn your stool, signaling you were ready to hop-off and walk away.

“plenty of women at this party, why don’t you go and—” you were cut off abruptly.

suddenly, a drunk practically rammed themselves into Ellie’s back causing her to push forward forcefully causing a chain response; you felt ellie’s body shove into you.

your body recoiled back harshly against and into the countertop in response, your cold water spilling all over your shorts, seeping into the closed crevice between both your thighs as you were still seated onto the bar stool. a shriek was let out as you jump up from the stool, looking down at your now-completely soaked shorts.

there was slight droplets dripping down from the exposed skin of your stomach, leaking into your panties—fuck my life—you grumbled internally.

Ellie looked over, seeing you furthermore irritated by your now soaked clothing. Ellie’s eyebrows tighten and twisted together, whipping her head head over at the drunk fool who caused her to bump into you—practically embarrass her.

your attention was pulled from your personal wet dismay, hearing ellie’s voice challenge the man. “get the fuck outta here, fuckin’ sleeze—can’t handle y’liquor!” giving him a well-off push.

Ellie was quick to grab you hand, softly pulling you closer—you were just as quick to retract it, your irritation feeding into you more before angrily making your way towards another dark hallway; only illuminated by different flashing LED lights.

your hips sway in an angry strut. Ellie hot on your heels, following where you were headed.

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you heard light-tappy foot-steps following close behind you as you made your way up the grand staircase. you needed to head to Clarisè’s room to change since you had water trickling down your leg basically the entire way through.

“c’mon gorgeous, that is not my fault—y’know it!”

you heard Ellie finally call out as you reached the top of the staircase. you just let out a huff as you turned down into the empty upstairs hallway, illuminated by dim lighting coming from the regal wall lights scattered around.

“alrigh’alright—i’ll stop the teasing names, can i atleast help you out?” she calls out again, following you down the hallway that had multiple doors leading to different rooms.

“i don’t need help changing.” you avowed.

“can i atleast smoke you out?” Ellie continued to try to convince.

you pondered—the joint did get crushed within seconds and it wasn’t even a roach— you thought to yourself before continuing—were you ever really the type to turn down a free smoke sesh?—the answer is no.

“fine whatever, just stay here.” you obliged, rolling your eyes before opening the door that led into Clarisè’s bedroom door.

when you stepped inside, you quickly went opened the fancy two-doors that lead to her walk-in, hunting for a new pair panties. Clarisè practically had her own personal Victoria Secret, she wasn’t going to miss a pair.

you threw some around, trying to find one to more of your liking.

‘so many fucking thongs, Jesus.’ you thought to yourself.

you chose to settle on this lacy thong, sliding it on as you already disregarded the soaked pair, grabbing a dark denim mini skirt to replace your shorts. once you were done, you turn around, walking out of the walk-in closet.

you were immediately greeted by Ellie, just sitting on Clarisè’s bed waiting with joint in hand; ready to be sparked.

“i thought i told you to wait outside.” you take a couple steps forward as your voice implied.

“this is outside.” what a smartass, jesus. you thought.

“i mean’t the room?” your question, not so much a question.

“chill-out!, scared i was peepin’?” she smirks out.

“the closet door was closed.” you rolled your eyes, tilting your head knowingly.

“not all the way—cute mini skirt though, princess.” Ellie tone was teasing and sweetly antagonizing.

“are you gonna smoke me out or what?” you tutted, popping your hip-out with an attitude.

Ellie didn’t say anything, she just scanned you up and down as her lighter flicked a flame.

“Wait! not here—Anderson and her probably gonna end the night in here.” your face grimaces into slight disgust, not even wanting to be in the room a moment longer. Ellie watches the way your face contorted, immediately jumping off of the bed.

you let out a fit of giggles as you began to walk towards the front door—shut up, tis’not that funny—mumbled Ellie as she followed your direction.

you didn’t wander back out into the wide white marblized hallway too far, not a few doors down.

you opened the guest room that you knew had a couple of your things inside for when you didn’t want to stay at your place. you would say, it was pretty big for a guest room, it even had a mini bathroom.

Ellie looked around as you quickly hopped onto the bed, exhausting a sigh.

“she said she knew a spot, i guess…”

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“how much money you make s’far, hm?” you question, puffing on the lit joint as your back cushioned itself comfortably behind the mound of pillows behind you on the bed.

“interested in the hustle, princess?”

“says, the dealer flirting with me…”

“tou-chee, you really are stuck-up.”

“excuse me?” you couldn’t stop the way your head almosr broke—that definitely got her a reaction out of you.

“Clarisè was right, your stuck-up.” she leans in closer.

you were both sat on the bed. Ellie sat down criss-cross while you laid on your side with your body completely together, legs closed together and folded to a side. the position you were laying in made your view of Ellie seem smaller than; unlike before.

the tension in the air was thick and vehement, only thing visible in the room was the passed around the sharp odor of weed.

you could hear the loud blaring music bleeding in through the walls, muffling the play of the song but still loud enough to feel the physical sonic boom from the speakers below.

your body had felt like it was floating due to the mixture of alcohol and weed, unsure how many different terpenes had mixed into the dopamine system of your mind. you felt the high from the Devil’s Lettuce intruding your body, enthralling it completely under a foggy inner-feeling, hazing your eyes low, and making your body tingle, and float.

the room being completely silent except for the muffled play of lyrics that couldn’t help but hum the beat to.

“cat, got’ya tongue?” Ellie slurrs out, her eyes demeaning into something, lulling you.

fucking Clarisè….

“shut up— you deal weed for a living, pass me that.” you hold your hand out, inches away from Ellie’s chest.

she leaned away, her eyes, now, completely demeaned into an anger-like glow. oh, she did not like that.

“im tired of that fuckin’ stuck up attitude, already—maybe y’little friends can put up with it—not me,” she began, her words spitting out at you from a close distance.

you chuckled, just putting your head down onto the mattress on the bed, looking up and batting your eyes—Clarisè’s words from earlier. ‘dont let weed be the only thing you blow.’ ringing through your mind.

you were just fuel to her fire.

“when was the last time you got fucked, hm princess?” she leaned in, completely closing the space between you two; only leaving nothing but an inch of separation.

Ellie leaned up, making herself tower over you as you continued to lay down, along with your head as your eyes widen. Ellie’s left hand was placed against her stomach, maneuvering down till it reached the crotch of her denim pants.

your eyes dropped in sync with her hand, swallowing hard when she grasps her crotch, grasping the very thing that bulged through.

you wish you could say you didn’t need anything, you didn’t want it; but the way your salivates betrayed you completely.

“definitely won’t be you.” you sat up finally, looking up at her, the leveling between the two of you had your face locking with her crotch.

“you need something to shut that fuckin’ mouth, babydoll.”

“how would you shut me up, hmph?” you knew exactly how.

Doja Cat’s ‘So High’ was playing. you swore the music got louder as your senses felt like floating as the entire situation unraveled.

Ellie dug into her back pocket, pulling out another black tube that carried a joint inside; pulling out the joint, placing it in between her lips before throwing the tube across the room.

she didn’t say anything, the only sound in the silent room being the song flowing through the walls clashing the flick of her lighter.

it was all too quick. her haste movements had her joint burning a bright red rose as her hand unzipped the zip of her pants with ease, already unbuttoned, her hands working their way as her blue boxers exposed.

♫ You get me so high, you get me so high

I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high

You get me so high, you get me so high

I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high ♫

you couldn’t play off a coy reaction once you seen how much she was packin’. the way her strapped on cock springed up and tall, the tip of her cock springing inches in front of your lips.

you couldn’t silence the harsh gulp as you scanned her menacing aura; completely overwhelming you senses, making you vulnerable.

she puffed on her joint lazily, “don’t get shy now, babydoll.”

you didn’t seem to care for the cocky attitude that irked every bit of you—all that, now, thrown out the door.

you just wanted her cock in your mouth.

you batted your eyes nicely, teasing and slowly inching your mouth closer and closer before finally wrapping your lips around the hard silicone tip. you swirled your tongue around as you watched the way Ellie exhaled after each drag.

she watched you intensively, her eyes never leaving yours as your mouth hollowed and worked it’s way down her length; head bobbing as your mouth fits half of her, slightly gagging as her tip brushed against the back of your throat.

“look at you, s’fuckin’ gorgeous.” she praises, the hand that didn’t hold the joint going to thread through your hair.

the praise fluttered straight into your arousal. you hummed around her cock, taking your hand to pump her as you continued to bob your head on her thickish length.

Ellie let out a moan like she could feel it, leaning her head back as her mouth slowly fell agape as one hand continued to have the joint slimmed in between her fingers.

your eyes gleamed into her, never shying away as the hand that thredded through began to guide your head up and down her cock.

♫ You got me so turnt up, this dude gotta be so high

Weed always on my mind, now he always on my mind Doja, know you want some of this purr

You ain't gotta say a word, just spark that, let's get burnt, uh ♫

“ya’can throat it baby, know you can.” the lewd praises spewled from Ellie, picking up on how each little underlined worship ignited your own spewl of hums and moans around her cock.

you didn’t hesitate to let Ellie fulfill your mouth to the brim, nose tapping against the fabric of her denim. you took her in t’ill you felt her tip kiss your throat, gagging slightly as you drool all over her base as slight tears form in your eyes.

“see how good you are when you aren’t running your fucking mouth?” Ellie asks coyly, cocking her head as her tongue swiped over the bottom of her lip before dragging the joint.

you were at her complete mercy now, no care in the world besides the one pulsing in between your legs right now.

you felt Ellie’s hand guide your head back, lips retracting throughout her base as she made you look at her. Ellie’s silicone cock was covered in your drool as slight saliva trickled down your chin.

“is this okay?” Ellie’s eyes had softened for a moment, searching them to see if there was an unwary feeling. you couldn’t help but smile—through her cocky, tough exterior, she was a softie.

you leaned up completely, on your knees as you pushed Ellie back onto the bed; her back laying and head hitting the fluff of pillows.

you hauled your leg over her hip, straddling her so you were ontop of her. you leaned down to connect your lips with hers, the feeling of her plush lips clouding yours.

♫ Blow, weed, coke, pop X

Speedin' up the heartbeat bangin' in my chest

When you put it on me, you relieve my stress

You got me so high, takin' deep, deep breaths ♫

your lips moved in sync as your kisses were haste but not sloppy, yet. Ellie followed your rhythm before letting her lips travel and pepper down kisses on your chin to your neck.

“you ready t’ride, princess?” you felt her breath fan against your cheeks as you both heaved softly from each other’s shared liplocking.

you leaned into her, chest to chest as you felt her thickish silicone length brush against your crying clit and pressuring through your panties. you wiggled your ass with a smirk on your face that, Ellie, only matched. you soon felt the way she grabbed her cock to tease you with it.

you felt the way her tip gathered the natural lather of your hole to juicen your clit as she toyed with your clit causing a string of whimpers to leave your lips as you squirmed against her; tits pressed up against your tight bikini top into Ellie’s lean and muscular chest.

“just fuck me already!” you cry out frustrated as you felt the arm that used to hold the joint snake around your waist, holding you tightly against her.

“jus’cause youre such a good girl,”

just like that, you felt Ellie thrusting into your soaked cunt, pulling your thong to the side and aligning herself with your entrance; squelching as you squeeze her around her length.

“gah—fuck!” you moaned out as the stretch was carnally rapturous.

“look at you—fuck! you look unreal like this.”

Ellie was whipped—pussywhipped. whatever you wanted to call it, she was it.

the way your body glew as your hips rolled into perfect sync with Ellie’s lazy-high thrusts, making your own sensuous music together.

your hands went to roll up the end of your miniskirt, scruffing it up messily as you were desperate to have more freedom in each needy bounce and roll on her cock. “let me see’em perfect tits” Ellie sighs out, her hands immediately find their way to the dip of your back

she felt on the strings of your bikini top before pulling it off of you. your jacket had been disregarded as it got hot inside the guest room you were in—now, pratically soaked and sweaty. the second your top fell apart, completely slipping off forward.

Ellie leaned up from laying her back onto fhe bes in fhe previous relaxed position she was in before, now completely sucking and leaving light bites on your tittes; ravenous open-mouthed kisses left all from your clavicle, to the valley of your tits, and then popping each one into her mouth one by one, sucking deliciously and leaving deep kisses on your radiant skin.

the room was engulfed by the sounds of you riding Ellie, the sound of music far gone as the two of you were too busy making it. Ellie’s hands dived under your miniskirt to hike it more up, allowing her access to knead the soft flesh of your ass as you began to bounce on her with a new found of freedom.

if the music were to abruptly stop, everyone would hear the indecency that was unfolding between you and the local dealer.

“just like that! just like that!” you cry out in utter bliss, throwing your head back as your hands tug and pull on Ellie’s hair.

“fuck me, Ellie! fuck me!”

each needy bounce lead you closer and closer to tour orgasm, your vigorous bounce angling her cock to kiss your cervix; causing your body to writhe slightly as your body overwhelmed with your own orgasm.

“come all over my cock—look so gorgeous, fuck! please come all over my cock, baby!” Ellie groans out loudly, watching the way your pussy clenched around her silicone length.

“im cumming! elli—gah—mmph!”

your pleasure wave came crashing through you like a tide. your entire body trembled as cries of Ellie’s name fell from your cock-high lips.

you completely coated it with your leaked out cum. she swore she could feel the way your cunt spasms, completely milking her as the base rubbed against her own clit. the small sensations of her own cock against her clit as you bounced to chase your own orgasm was more than enough to make her cum right alongside you.

the sight was something unforgettable, completely dazing her into your own personal trance. you enthralled her completely as her hands massaged your tits while her lips feathered kisses onto your lips.

“that feel good, huh?” Ellie was still coy and cock, looking at you with a satisfied smile as you collapsed beside her.

it was a good moment of silence between the two of you as you catch your breath.

“just needed a good fuck. say it.” she divulges, sparking the joint she let run cold. because head game 2 strong

you let out a loud scoff before turning your entire body into Ellie’s, looking into her eyes hazed out eyes.

you began to think and …..

suddenly, you weren’t so tired, anymore.

you snatched the joint from ellie’s hands, crawling to the front of the bed and folding your legs before spreading them.

“shut up and eat.” you puffed and exhaled.

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