He’s So Dreamy

Inked- Ellie Williams

❥Pairing: Ellie Williams x AFAB!Reader

❥Summary: Ellie gets a stomach tattoo and then fucks you in a public washroom

❥CW: 18+ smut, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public sex. 1.3k words

❥a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! I lowkey hate this and might edit later but here's the long awaited fic that I took way too long to post lol. Sorry if the formatting is weird- i'm posting from my phone. Hope u enjoy!

The tattoo parlour was a blend of buzzing needles and low conversations, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and ink. You walked in with Ellie, walking close behind her as you looked around. You had been best friends for years, sharing countless memories and adventures, and today was about to add another chapter.

Ellie was finally getting the stomach tattoo she'd talked about for months, and you were there for moral support, as always. The artist greeted you with a nod, already prepping his station.

Ellie seemed calm, but you could sense the underlying nerves. As she lay back in the chair, your hands instinctively reached out to give her hand a squeeze.

Ellie lifted up her shirt and pulled the waistband of her jeans down slightly, exposing the canvas of her skin. Your eyes trailed over her exposed skin, lingering on the slight v-line that disappeared beneath her pants. You felt a rush of warmth to your cheeks and quickly looked away, hoping Ellie didn't notice.

The session began, the buzz of the needle filling the room. You watched as the artist skillfully worked on Ellie’s skin, the blank ink slowly forming intricate patterns. You tried to focus on the tatto, but your eyes kept drifting back to Ellie's exposed skin, the taut muscles of her abdomen, the soft curve of her hips.

Ellie winced occasionally, her grip on your hand tightening. Each time you offered a reassuring smile, but inside you were battling your own desires. The way her body reacted to the pain, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath as her teeth worried her bottom lip–it was all too much.

You found your mind wandering, imagining what it would be like to feel Ellie's hands on you, her mouth exploring your body. The thought of her pinning you down, her fingers teasingly tracing your skin, sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyes traced the V-line of her abdomen once more, and you could almost feel her pressed against you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered your name.

Your body reacted to the fantasy, heat pooling between your legs as you shifted in your seat, trying to find some relief. You bit your lip, your eyes flicking back to Ellie's face. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in shallow pants as the needle continued its work. You wondered if she could feel your gaze, if she could sense the effect she had on you.

The thought of Ellie's hands gripping your hips, her body pressed against yours, her mouth claiming yours in a heated kiss-it was enough to make you ache with need. You clenched your thighs together, trying to focus on anything else, but the image of Ellie fucking you, her voice husky with desire, refused to leave your mind.

Ellie attempted conversation with you, but you were too distracted, not hearing her words as your focus zeroed in on her skin. Her grip on your hand loosened, and her fingers splayed against your upper thigh, squeezing slightly to grab your attention.

Your eyes meet hers, heat flooding your face at the contact. “Are you okay?”

Shit. Did she notice you staring? “I- Yes. I'm fine,” you stuttered out, sneaking another glance at her v-line before meeting her eyes again. Something in her gaze shifted and–oh god, you had to get out of there. The way she was looking at you through her lashes had your aching cunt soaking your panties. “I have to use the washroom.”

You got up abruptly, not waiting for a reply from Ellie as you beelined to the washroom towards the back of the parlour. Once inside, you leaned against the sink, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. The mirror reflected your wide eyed, lust fueled expression, your thoughts racing with the memory of Ellie's exposed skin.

Minutes passed, and you heard a light knock on the door. “Hey, you okay in there?” Ellie's voice was soft but laced with concern.

“Yeah, just…give me a minute,” you called back, trying to steady your voice.

Ellie's hesitation was palpable, but she opened the door anyway, slipping inside and closing it behind her. Shit. You forgot to lock the door.

"I was worried about you," she said, her eyes scanning your face. "You seemed... off."

You bit your lip, avoiding her gaze. "I'm fine, really."

Ellie stepped closer, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her eyes. "I saw the way you were looking at me," she murmured, her voice low. "And it's okay. You don't have to hide it."

Your heart pounded in your chest as her words sank in. "Ellie, I-"

She cut you off with a kiss, her lips soft but demanding against yours. You melted into her touch, your hands gripping her shirt as you pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, years of unspoken desire finally breaking free.

Ellie's hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt to caress your skin. Her touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. She pushed you against the wall, her mouth moving to your neck, sucking and biting gently.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in her hair.

"Ellie," you breathed out, your voice heavy with need. She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she looked at you.

"Do you want this?" she asked, her voice husky.

"Yes," you replied without hesitation. "I want you."

Ellie smirked, her hands moving to unbutton your jeans. She slipped her hand inside, her fingers brushing against your soaked panties. "You're so wet," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear.

You gasped as her fingers slid inside your panties, teasing your entrance.

"Ellie, please," you begged, your hips bucking against her hand.

She slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit just the right spot. You moaned loudly, your back arching against the wall. Ellie's thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as she fucked you with her fingers.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, the pleasure building inside you. "Ellie, I'm gonna-"

"Come for me," she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. Her words pushed you over the edge, your body shuddering as you came around her fingers.

Ellie didn't stop, continuing to finger you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. When you finally came down, she pulled her hand away, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them clean. "You taste so good," she said, her voice filled with desire.

Before you could respond, Ellie dropped to her knees, her hands gripping your hips as she pulled your jeans and panties down. She kissed the inside of your thighs, her tongue flicking out to tease your skin. "Ellie," you moaned, your hands gripping her hair.

She licked a long stripe up your slit, her tongue swirling around your clit. You cried out, your hips bucking against her mouth. Ellie held you firmly in place, her tongue delving into your core, tasting you. She alternated between licking and sucking, her tongue expertly working you towards another orgasm.

Your legs trembled, your breaths coming in short gasps as the pleasure built inside you once more. "Ellie, I'm gonna come again," you panted. She hummed against your clit, the vibration sending you over the edge.

You came with a loud cry, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Ellie continued to lick you, her tongue gentle now, helping you come down from your high.

When you finally caught your breath, Ellie stood up, her lips glistening with your arousal. She kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. "That was incredible," she whispered against your lips.

You smiled, your body still tingling with pleasure. "Yes, it was," you agreed. "But what about you?"

Ellie grinned, her hands moving to unbutton her own jeans. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

Masterlist

On The Run Series :

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

OTR Drabbles:

Breeding Season

Bed Warmer

Knock First

Clothing Preference

NEIGHBOR SIMON:

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EMERGENCY CONTACT

SUMMARY! in which luke finds out that he’s not his girlfriend’s emergency contact and instead it’s jack which makes luke jealous and upset

INVOLVED! luke x reader 

WARNINGS! mentions of anxiety & meds

BEFORE YOU START! don’t know how the hughes act irl this is just an imagination!

extra! some more luke blurbs bc i’ve been enjoying writing it!

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You don’t even remember what started this conversation. One moment you were cooking breakfast for you and your boyfriend, the next moment he was on the verge of tears over something you didn’t realize was quite so deep.

I guess it all started when Jack gave you a phone call over some directions that the doctor had told him (something that happened everyday) and he had the responsibility of passing it onto you. You had been in and out of hospitals for your entire life– due to you being anemic and low-iron as well as taking anxiety meds, so it wasn’t normal for multiple people to check in on you and your medications. 

“Hey, Jack,” you sang into the phone, putting it on speaker so you could continue making your breakfast.

“Hey,” Jack called back. 

“What’s up?” you asked the older Hughes boy, looking up as you heard your door open and saw a sleepy Luke emerge from the bedroom.

“The doctor called me this morning,” Jack said, his tone turning more serious. “You need to call them back whenever you can. They told me they had a few questions about how you’ve been feeling with the new meds and what not.”

“New meds?” Luke asked from across you, clearly listening to the conversation.

“I’ll tell you later,” you explained, trying to listen to what Jack was trying to say.

Luke sat on one of the barstools surrounding the kitchen island and looked at you with a confused face.

“Anyways, the nurse kept telling me to make sure I keep doing these daily morning check-ins with you until the end of next week just to see if there are any changes.”

“Yeah, I mean I’m fine. I’ve been taking them every night before bed just because I’ve noticed I just get more tired if I take it during the day so that’s been the only change so far. I’m good though and the meds are really helping,” you absentmindedly told Jack while fixing a plate for Luke. 

Your boyfriend had narrowed eyes as you continued chatting with Jack. The two of you said your goodbyes so you could finally pay attention to Luke who was picking at his food.

You couldn’t notice, but Luke’s head was swimming in hurt and disbelief.

“What was that all about?” Luke asked, clearly hurt about not being kept in the loop with whatever was going on with his girlfriend. 

“Jack’s been checking up with me every morning for the past few days now,” you mentioned, sitting next to Luke. 

“Why?” Luke scoffed out.

You were confused at his odd behavior. The two of you were secure in your relationship and Luke knew better than to get jealous over his older brother.

“What’s wrong, Luke?” You asked him, turning your seat to look at him.

“Well I just want to know why my brother knows that you’re on new meds and I as your boyfriend don’t,” Luke grumbled out, crossing his hands over his chest.

“He’s my emergency contact,” you said, not thinking much of it. “I just got upped my dosage for Zoloft and the doctors just want to make sure that it isn’t affecting my anemia medication. Just a small precaution. Nothing to worry about.” 

Luke’s face went blank and you could tell something was off.

“Luke?”

“Why is he your emergency contact?” Your poor boy choked out. “Why isn’t it me? For god’s sake I live with you and your my girlfriend. Shouldn’t I have a better idea of how you’re feeling on a regular basis instead of Jack?”

You couldn’t understand why he was upset over such a small matter.

“Luke,” you said, trying again to reach out to the boy who was clearly spiraling over not being your emergency contact.

“Do you not trust me?” Luke asked, his voice breaking.

“Is that even a real question? Of course I trust you,” you said, trying to calm him down.

“Then why is he your emergency contact and not me?” Luke asked once more, his eyes red and tears fighting to fall down his face.

“Oh baby. Jack’s been my emergency contact even before we were dating,” you said, trying to soothe the poor boy. “I moved to Jersey not knowing anyone besides Jack and I really needed someone to make sure that I would be taken care of if something ever were to happen to me,” you explained, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“When we started dating, it was your rookie year and Jack and I both came to the understanding that you were under too much pressure with hockey and I didn’t want to burden you with all my issues. Jack offered to continue taking me to the hospital and my check-ins.”

“How many times did need to go to the hospital without me?” Luke asked, his voice raspy from holding back his tears.

“Just once,” you said. 

“You could have called me,” Luke shouted. “I would have dropped everything to take you to the hospital. I would do anything to make sure you were going to be okay.”

“Yes and I understand that, Luke,” you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining it with yours. “But you need to realize I just wanted you to not worry about me and just focus on yourself.”

“You still left me out of the loop, y/n.” Luke mumbled out, still clearly upset.

“I know and I’m sorry but I thought it would be for the best if you didn’t know your girlfriend had passed out and had to be rushed to the hospital,” you mentioned, haphazardly. 

Luke’s eyes shot up to meet yours.

“You passed out and the ambulance was called and no one called me?” Luke whispered out.

“They called Jack,” you said, wincing at your own confession. “They called Jack and I told him not to tell you.”

“When did that happen?” Luke asked, concerned and furious over the fact no one even bothered to tell him that you had a serious emergency.

“Remember that time when Jack had to leave during day one of media training?”

Luke nodded as he tried to remember the reason Jack gave him for leaving.

“Jack told me that something happened to his apartment complex and he had to evacuate his stuff,” Luke said. “I didn’t think anything of it, but he was clearly panicked and he seemed like he was hiding something.”

You waited patiently as Luke started to connect the dots.

“The hospital called him, huh?” Luke asked.

All you could do was nod.  

“I’m sorry for keeping you out the loop, Luke.” You apologized. “I didn’t know if you cared about all those emergency contact stuff.”

“You’re my girlfriend. You’re my biggest priority,” the boy said. “I need to know these things just to make sure that you’re alright,” Luke said. 

“I know,” you sighed out, dragging your hands over your eyes. 

“And you need to let your doctors know that they need to keep me in the loop as another emergency contact,” he said.

He wrapped you into a hug as you snuggled into his arms.

“I’ll put you down as an emergency contact,” you said, grabbing your phone to call the doctor’s office.

- - -

“Hi I was just calling to list another emergency contact down under my name,” you said to the receptionist, the phone being on speaker for Luke to hear.

You have her your information and it took a second for her to find you in the system.

“Under your emergency contact field, we have a Jack Hughes and a Quinn Hughes listed already. Would you like to add one more?”

You winced after she said Quinn’s name– forgetting that Quinn was also listed as your emergency contact from way back then. 

Luke shot you a look after hearing not just one of his brothers was listed as your emergency contact, but both were.

You shot him an apologetic look before rattling off Luke’s information and thanking the sweet lady before hanging up.

Luke’s arms were crossed once more.

“So you’re telling me that not only Jack was listed as your emergency contact, but Quinn was also listed?” Your boyfriend sassily asked.

“Ummmmmm,” you muttered out, clearly stalling, trying to think of an excuse.

You were definitely going to get another earful from Luke.

WC: 1.3K

The Shelter | Eminem—Marshall Mathers

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summary: you meet eminem at the shelter when your friend drags you along to your first show

pairing: fem! reader x marshall mathers/eminem

words: 1.7k

The night sky across Detroit had stars splattered across the pitch black sky. It was so beautiful that many people that called the 313 their home, momentarily forgot the weight that was bearing on their shoulders, walking across the street towards the shelter with their heads facing the sky. Lauren grabbed your hand so the two of you could sprint across the street to follow a crowd full of people into the Shelter. It was your first time ever going to step foot in the shelter. Lauren was a huge fan of rap and hip hop and had forced you to go since her other friends had planned for the night. You squeezed through a crowd full of people that were waiting in front of the line. ‘Aren’t we supposed to line up?’

‘No,’ she replied, barely looking over your shoulder, still tugging your body until she had reached the bouncers. Neither of them said anything. They gave her body a quick scan and stepped aside, letting her pass into a tight and dark hallway, with flickering lights barely illuminating enough light to see where you were going.It seemed less than a second when she let go of your arm and disappeared as soon as she let go.

‘Lauren!’ You called out, stopping in your tracks to try and find her. ‘Lauren?’ You continued to walk along the hall, no idea where you were going or where it was heading.

It was an eerie atmosphere trapped among the building, filled with people you didn’t know and people double your size. It felt clammy, uncomfortable and you needed space to breathe. Luckily the further you continued down the hall you eventually found a bathroom. Opening the door you took a few steps into the room before you collided with a hard wall, or so you thought. No wall, just a man. He had bleach-blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin and a pointy nose. He was hot. His eyebrows were slightly knitted, his jaw flexed as he stared at you, somewhat intimidatingly.

‘Sorry,’ you said, not moving from your spot.

‘You’re good.’ He replied, his voice laced with drugs that perked up your ears like a deer. He said nothing more than a few words yet they felt like they had sung to your soul, ready to listen to what he had to say. ‘Are you here to watch the show?’

‘Yeah,’ faint smile, lips freshly coated with a sheer red lip. ‘Are you here to watch or perform?’

‘Perform hopefully,’ He adjusted his beanie, his pale skin contrasting the dark washed clothes that hung off his body, barely a silhouette to be seen.

‘Good luck out there.’

‘Thanks.’ He didn’t smile but his face wasn’t as stern as it had been before. Probably one of those men that barely smile or show emotions.

The man you wanted to ask for his name walked past you in a hurry, the whiff of his cheap cologne the only thing that stayed inside the bathroom. Barely getting a chance to mentally go over your encounter you heard the faint voice of Lauren behind you and followed it until you saw her up front before the stage waving you over with a big smile. You walked over and awaited the performance of the mystery man. When he came on stage it was like you were living through his emotions. You could tell he was nervous, maybe you only thought that because he had teased it with you but his eyes looked like there was nothing behind them except rage to rip his opponent to pieces. And that’s what he did. Cypher after cypher, beat after beat, he took majority of the wins and climbed his way to the finale. When the final rappers were announced he had scanned the crowd to look at the people who were cheering on him. His eyes stopped scanning the crown when he laid his eyes upon you, staring at you for so long you were able to flash him a smile and whisper ‘you got this’ which you knew he understood.

The final round demonstrated his flow, speed and creativity on a different level than the rounds before. It was your first show and you knew that second that he had what it took to make a rap legend. When he was crowned winner of the shelter you applauded him like it was only your claps he could hear. When people started to get ready to leave, Lauren had tried holding your hand to not be separated once again but you told her that you wanted to talk to someone and told her you would meet her outside in a few minutes.

‘Hey,’ you walked up to the same blonde boy you had met before. His friends who were talking to him steadily crept away from him and left the two of you alone, knowing that this was a conversation not meant to involve them. ‘I just wanted to say that you absolutely killed it on stage. I know it’s my first time so my comment might not mean much but I just wanted to let you know that you have an incredible talent.’

‘Thank you.’ He replied somewhat dryly. ‘All praise is good.’ His blue eyes stared at you like they had before and before, ready to manipulate you into spilling your secrets. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Y/n.’

‘Eminem. Marshall Mathers.’

‘Nice alliteration,’ you chuckled, earning a small tug on his lip from the monotone face before you. It suited him—a smile. The way his eyes would crinkle. He suited a smile. ‘I hope this won’t be a shot in the dark but can I give you my number?’ Your heart began to race, grabbing the piece of paper with your digits that you had written down right after the bathroom encounter, knowing you wanted to get to know him.

He grabbed the note, roughly inspecting it, ‘I’ll give you a call if I’m interested,’ you gave him an approving smile before he turned around.

Seconds later the sound of your phone rang from your bag, desperately trying to fish out the ringing phone and answering it without looking at the caller. ‘Hello?’

‘Hi.’

‘Who is this?’

‘You know me.’ The voice sounded oddly familiar, you had heard it before but couldn’t recall when.

‘I’m afraid I don’t.’

‘I just wanted to call and say I’m interested.’

The answer popped into your head the same time Marshall turned around with a smirk on his face. Playfully glaring at him you continued to talk over the phone.

‘Really?’

‘Really.’

‘Will you take me out then?’

‘Do you want me to?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then let’s get out of here.’

You hung up the phone and stepped closer to him before you both walked out of the Shelter, walking through areas of Detroit before stepping into a fast food chain to sit down, eat and get to know each other and that night you were already grateful that your life had led you to the shelter.

‘You live around here?’ Marshall asked, taking a sip from his soda, with those eyes that never seemed to stop glaring at you.

‘Yeah,’ you said as you picked up a fry and let it sit before your lips before you had finished your sentence. ‘Born and raised in Palmer Woods.’

‘Palmer Woods?’

‘Yep.’

‘Your family got money?’

‘Why,’ you raised your brows. ‘Is it a problem?’

‘Nah man, I was wondering what a girl like you is doin’ around these parts of Detroit.’

‘Just because I live across 8 Mile doesn’t mean I have to stay there y’know. Most of the people there are stuck up asses anyway.’ You relaxed your back into the booth seat, crossing your legs. ‘Where do you live?’

‘Warren.’

‘Shit neighbourhood.’

‘Tell me somethin’ I don’t already know, Y/n,’ he gave a gloomy reply, taking a bite from his burger, also relaxing into the chair.

‘Do you want to leave?’

‘Nah not really. A nice fucking house would be sweet man but I could never leave the city, you feel me?’

‘Never wish to get away from here? All this bullshit? Crime? I mean it’s fucking exhausting here. We’re all living here never knowing when our last day is our last day.’

‘You scared?’

‘Sometimes but with this in my bag,’ you lifted the handle of a gun only enough for him to see before shoving it away so you wouldn’t accidentally start anything. ‘I feel a lot safer.’

‘That ain’t what I was expecting.’ He chuckled. An actual chuckle. The corners of his lips turned, showing you that faint smile you already loved. ‘You’re kinda different from all the other girls I’ve met.’

‘Positively I hope.’

‘Yeah,’

‘Your house around here?’ You returned the question, not noticing that you had asked him before.

‘Why? Want me to take you?’

‘Just making conversation, Marshall. I’ve known you for less than three hours. Why? Want to take me?’

‘Maybe.’ He smirked, both of your eyes filled with amusement as you finished your food. ‘Not tonight though.’

‘Maybe some other time?’

‘I’ma be honest with you,’ he put his elbows on the table. ‘You’ll probably see my house once but will never go in. My mom ain’t a pretty sight.’

‘I won’t judge you for your house.’

‘I don’t care what anyone thinks but I like you, Y/n, no way in hell am I showing that shit hole so soon.’

‘It’s okay,’ you smiled. ‘I’m more interested in you than your house anyway.’

‘What are you sweet-talking me for?’ Marshall playfully squinted his eyes.

‘Is it working?’

‘Man, you got me good.’

‘Good.’ You bit your lip, ‘Let’s get outta here.’ You got out of the booth and walked out with Marshall by your side as he walked you home, taking the time to get to know each other. At your front door it seemed like neither of you knew how to say goodbye, the two of you standing across each other, the dim entrance light casting a shadow across his face.

‘Thank you.’ You said.

‘No worries.’

‘Call me,’ you took a step towards him and placed a quick kiss on his cheeks.

‘I will, Y/n. You won’t be getting rid of me anytime soon.’ He smirked, both his hands balled into the pockets of his hoodie.

‘Good.’

‘Good.’

‘Good night, Marshall Mathers.’

‘Good night, Y/n.’