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ann-yakor · 1 year ago

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Baby Fever

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Tags/cw: PURE smut, breeding/pregnancy kink, tribbing, oral sex, fingering, overstimulation, fluff

Imagine having baby fever, after seeing the cutest video of a sleepy toddler while on that part of your cycle. And imagine bringing it up to Ellie while you're both cuddling on the couch. Imagine how when you mumble out your thoughts, "Wanna make a baby, Els..." your face is snuggled into her chest as she does a double take and gasps so hard she starts coughing - surely she didn't hear that right.

"W-what?" She would finally stutter out, both surprised and entirely horny because of what you just proposed to her. And you would sit up, hands against her chest and a leg around her waist to look at her directly. And with how she was only wearing boxers and an opened flannel, looking outrageously attractive, you couldn't help but start begging for it.

"I wanna have a baby, want you to put one in me right now." And it has to be the fucking hormones, what with how you look like you're in pain from being denied your wish. You could seriously cry right now if Ellie doesn't fix it right this instant.

"But we- we can't even..." Brows furrowed, she'd look up at your puppy dog eyes and pause for a moment. And even though she knows its not gonna fucking work even if she tried-

Fuck, the thought of you, bright and happy and holding her baby, and the thought of watching you knowing you're carrying her child and no one else’s, and knowing that she fucked you so hard that she somehow knocked you up -

"You want me to give you a baby, baby?" She'd murmur, eyes trailing down and falling on your lips, a lazy smile forming on her own.

The way you begin to nod eagerly - desperately almost - at even the slightest sign that she'll agree, makes her huff out a laugh at the stupidness of this all. But she'd be lying if she said the thought didn't have an effect on her.

"C'mon, lay down for me." Ellie would say softly, having her way with you. She'd take her time, too, kissing your lips as a start, before trailing them down your body as she slowly flips you below her. She'd make sure to make you even needier for it by teasing, brushing her mouth against your collarbone and sucking tiny little lovebites into your skin.

You almost become complacent under her touch, relishing in how her hands trail up your torso and bring your shirt up with them, before finally resting them on your boobs - her hands going higher as her mouth travels lower. And just before her mouth meets the part of you that is aching for her touch, she softly pinches and rolls each nipple between her fingers, eliciting a long, quiet whine from you.

“Ellie-”

“Shhh, I know, I know...” Her voice soothes you as she speaks against your hipbone, before finally pulling your cotton shorts to the side. For a moment she doesn't move, just staring down your body, letting out a small "Fuck...". Then, a small kiss against your clit, barely grazing it, but with enough pressure to make you buck your hips into her face.

God, she missed this. Even if it was just last night that she had you under her like this, but still. She groaned softly into you, just lost in your taste, your smell, how you were already so wet that it seeped through your underwear and onto her lips, just from a kiss against it. And it was like your roles switched, because now it was Ellie who was desperate, and already drunk on you.

She pulled your underwear to the side and immediately sunk her face into your pussy, tongue messily swirling around your clit, sucking and slurping and tasting every part of you that she could reach with her mouth. Each broken moan you let out only spurred her on to do more, trying to bury her head between your legs, making nasty little smacking noises from her lips sucking against your pussy.

She had to feel you cum against her mouth or she would die, Ellie thought. She wanted you seeing stars by the end of this, only being able to say her name, think of her, her voice, her tongue. She'd make sure you remembered that very well, proving her point by sliding her tongue down, down, down and inside your pussy, thrusting it languidly while replacing where it once was with her thumb.

And it was all so wet for her, too slippery for her thumb to make calculated movements, and instead resorting to messy, uneven rubs against your aching, puffy clit. Her eyes were closed, she was pussy drunk and making noises in tandem with your own as she ate you out. It could have been hours like this - for all she cared - and she still wouldn't have gotten tired of having her head between your legs. As she kept going, she felt your thighs squeeze around her head, your moans turning squeaky and loud and staggered. She heard you plead more and more, "pleasepleaseplease- gonna cum Els-"

She paused, pulling away.

"No."

"What?" You whispered, hazy and confused at being denied your orgasm. Frustrated, you looked down at your girlfriend, only to be met with her looking annoyed, brows furrowed and staring hard at your face.

"Ellie, what-"

"You want a baby, yea? You wanted me to put a baby in you?" You froze for a moment, remembering what initially started this, and nodded. She waited for a moment, before getting off you entirely, tugging your shorts down harshly, all the way off your legs.

"Then m'gonna give you one, kay?" And maybe it was because you just got edged nine ways to hell, but your head cleared up a little. You realised how stupid this was, how it wouldn't even be possible - no matter how hard you wanted it. But with how desperate Ellie looked about this, just ripping the flannel off her shoulders (thank god it was already unbuttoned), tugging her boxers until it was just barely hanging limply on one of her ankles...

"kay..." You nodded.

And then it was silence, no talking, no questions or quips or anything. It was just Ellie shuffling closer and slotting herself between your legs, sinking herself against your clit oh so desperately and then the silence was broken, as you both gasped and whined and moaned at the feeling of her fucking against you, and you her.

“S-shit, you- youfeelsogood-”

“Ellie please don’t stop-”

“M’not- not gonna stop I promise- I gotta make you a mama, m’gonna make you a mama promise I-”

And between every noise you both let out you could just hear how wet everything was, her cunt sloshing against yours, the clicking and squelching so fucking loud from how fast your hips were moving against hers. The clear strings of slick being pulled and broken between the two of you as Ellie rutted back and forth almost turning white, spreading to your thighs and lower stomach. It was so fucking dirty, aimless and haphazard, even. Most of the time her thrusts didn't even connect, just harshly gliding past your clit, providing a vague, rough pleasure all around instead of in one spot only.

But Ellie wasn't looking for precision or rhythm or anything like that, for fucks sake. She wasn't focusing on any of the niceties that came with fucking her girlfriend. All was was focused on, all she could be focused on, was how you damn near begged her to give you a baby. And how she was gonna make it fucking happen.

And it was everywhere, now. All your wetness, her's, too. Even the couch below you was soaking from how much she was grinding against you, and only getting faster as Ellie crept closer and closer to cumming. She could feel you getting closer, as well. She could see your eyes closing and scrunching as your moans got higher and faster once again. She could feel your legs twitching, resisting the urge to close around her waist.

"Can feel you, baby. Gonna cum, yea?" She panted out breathlessly, watching as you nodded arched your back.

"P-please, baby. Pleasepleaseplease- fuck you gotta cum for me-" And it was her turn now, to scrunch up her eyes and make a little 'o' with her mouth, as her grinding turned sloppy when she came against your pussy. She pushed down hard against you, barely even able to move her still-quivering hips while she shook and shivered above you, going just long enough to get you to cum, as well.

She kept moving, despite the overstimulation like a live wire against her, despite how red and puffy her own clit was, still rubbing against yours. And by which time you were all fucked out and dizzy and seeing stars, even whimpering from it all.

"S'too much, Els..."

"I-I know, I just gotta-"

"Els I can’t-"

"Fuck, okay." She finally relented, pulling away from you and resisting the urge to keep going. She leaned against the side of the couch as you both regained your breath, watching you with a fucked out look in your eyes. She looked deep in thought again, as her own eyes trailed down your body. Suddenly, she leaned down, her hands now dangerously close to your sensitive pussy.

"Els, what- ohhhfuckk-" Her fingers trailed up and down your slit, collecting every single wet spot that remained, and stuffed it all back inside your pussy.

"Baby we- I- shit, it needs to take, we gotta make sure it works- needs to fucking work." She rambles out, eyes wide and fixated on the slick dribbling out of you as she pushed her fingers in further.

"Baby..." You moaned out, trying to reason with her as her touches almost became unbearable from the overstimulation. She looked up at you, ministrations stopping for a moment as she noticed your pleading eyes. Ellie bit her lip as she thought about it for a moment, before slipping her fingers out. She went quiet as she sat back up, looking like a sad puppy getting scolded when her eyes met yours.

"But- I just......."

"One day, I promise, kay?" And you smiled at how she almost beamed at that. And you might have even matched her expression with how much you wanted it too, but later, when you both were ready.

"Kay." She said, leaning over to kiss you softly. And you stayed like that for a while, the afternoon sun shining through the living room and basking the two of you in a special warmth. And you both indulged, having small talks on what names you would choose, what the nursery would look like, whose nose it would get.

All for the one day, when you both were ready.

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Compass

Summary: I’ve got something to confess, I keep you in my pocket to use. You’re my only compass, I might get lost with you.

an: let’s ignore the fact that I’ve been gone for a long time, yeah? Hehe. this most definitely is not the fic that I’ve been working on literally the entire time I’ve been gone (that’s coming don’t worry), but I got this idea at 2 in the morning and I had to jump on it IMMEDIATELY. Hope you all like it mwah mwah love you.

Warnings: SMUT!! Minors please for the love of everything that is good, do not interact, modern day vampire!Ellie, semi graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, shy!reader, Ellie bites you a lot, Ellie feeds on you and honestly it’s borderline soft core porn, fingering Ellie!receiving, grinding, mentions of bruises, Ellie is extremely fucking strong, Ellie watches you in your sleep/can get into your apartment without a key, let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

You aren’t really sure how you and Ellie became friends.

Well, you are, maybe a better question would be why you two became friends. You were both so different, you were convinced the first time you met that she hated you. The night filled with quick glances as she damn near avoided speaking to you like you were the fucking plague. It took you a bit to not take it too personally, reminding yourself that you weren’t for everyone, and that was okay! So what if the mutual friend didn’t like you…it wasn’t the end of the world.

So, it came to a surprise to you when a few nights after meeting Ellie passed, you had not one, not two, but three of your friends texting you and asking you if it was okay if they gave her your number…

Because she’d asked for it.

And suddenly you’re texting each other every day, and well into the wee hours of the night. You know, like one of those friendships. The ones that makes you smile every time you see their name pop up on your phone, or the ones where you send each other stupid videos on TikTok all day just to talk about them on a different messaging platform, because of course you’re interacting with each other every where that you have a presence.

Ellie becomes your best friend before you even realize it, and it makes you realize that maybe she didn’t dislike you as much as you thought before.

It always did confuse you a bit in the beginning how you two got along so well. You were both so different from one another. Ellie was a party animal, you were a home body. Ellie was up late at night, you were up early in the morning. If Ellie was the moon, then you were the sun. Polar opposites coming together to find a home in one another, the most unusual pairing stuck by the hip from that point on.

You of course, kept all each other’s secrets. You’d learned very early on that no one really knew much about Ellie, which you simply chalked up to her being a private person. However, she seemed eager to tell you any and everything about her. Like her dad, she’d talk about him all the time, you figured on early on that she really loved him. Or whenever she had a a new fling going, you’d be the first to know of course. She’d even told you about the time she threw away her dad’s playboy magazine after stealing it from him, which she swore she’d never told a soul.

She wanted to know all about you too! Your favorite color, favorite animal, childhood crush, family relationships. Truthfully? If you weren’t so oblivious, you would’ve seen a long time ago that Ellie was the slightest bit obsessed with you.

But you loved her, and you trusted her with your life, so you told her everything! Because you didn’t keep things from each other.

So, on a night out with everyone else, Ellie disappears, and of course you try to look for her, asking around only to be told that everyone saw her leave. Going outside to make sure she’s okay is the only logical thing to do, right? You have to make sure she’s okay.

What you don’t expect though, is when you look down a dark alleyway a few buildings down from the club you’re at, and spot the tall figure of your friend tucked into the brick wall of the dark corner, shielding way whatever it is that’s behind her. You call out for her, and when she turns around you gasp.

Because her eyes were red, and not red like you haven’t gotten any sleep, or you’ve been crying, the green of her eyes are now red, bloodshot red, and she’s holding a lifeless body in her tattooed arms…and there’s blood covering her pink lips, dripping down her chin.

Yeah, Ellie was a vampire.

You let out a gentle yawn as your hand went down to grab the remote control to your tv, your other hand coming up to rub your eyes a bit, a sorry attempt at trying to wake yourself up enough to get from the couch to go to your bed.

You pouted softly, lazily bringing your phone up to check the time before you sighed, finally finding the strength in you to push yourself up off the couch to leave your living room.

Work had been absolutely plowing you into the ground, your publicist constantly hounding you to keep working on the most recent installment of your book series. It was just so fucking hard, everytime you sat down in front of your computer, it was like writing your own book was the last thing you wanted to do.

It was draining you, and it felt like every time you finished a set of chapters, your brain was complete mush.

The upside though, was that it tired you out enough to completely knock out once you were in bed.

A gentle sigh left your lips once your head hit your soft pillow, plush blankets wrapping around your body, sliding down your bare legs and making you feel absolutely blissful. You couldn’t even stop yourself from the soft smile on your lips as your eyes grey heavy, the low lighting in your room making you feel all the more cozy, all the more warm.

You were out in seconds, soft snores leaving your sleeping body as you entered a world of dreams, escaping reality for a few measly hours before you were bombarded with the real world around you in the morning.

Ellie was on the other side of town, or at least, leaving the other side of town. It was late, and while she did love to be a creature of the night, there was something that sounded much more inviting than a glass of whiskey and a cigarette.

You, of course.

You were Ellie’s kryptonite, the single thing in this entire fucked up world that convinced her there was something worth living for, in her case, existing for. You were so fucking good, so sweet, so forgiving of literally everything. There were too many times that Ellie recalled where she wasn’t even sure you were real, perhaps another mythical creature much like herself, sent to this world to lure others into a trap that was just as filthy and terrible as the rest of the world.

But you weren’t…there were never any cons or secrets that you held, and if you did hold any secrets, you were more than willing to let Ellie in on them. No…no you were different.

God were you different.

Ellie recalls the night she first laid eyes on you like it was yesterday, her cold, dead heart jolting back to life for only a second when she saw you, at least that’s what it felt like. Your smile radiant in the dim, multicolored lights of the club, cheeks shining, eyes twinkling, like an angel sent from above. Ellie almost felt like a being as evil, and sour as she wasn’t worthy of being in the same room as you.

And god…your fucking smell.

Ellie could go on about it for hours. Sure, you were remarkable without it, but it was just the icing on the cake, the twisting of the knife in her chest.

She has mastered the art of walking into a room filled with warm bodies pumped full of blood and while ago, her throat burning with the urge to sink her teeth into her next poor victim. It was easy, annoying, but easy, and she couldn’t really remember the last time she struggled being around anyone, especially friends, or even friends of a friend.

But the second she saw you, your sweet, dulcet smell wafting against her nose, she was transported back in time. Back to a time where she was but a young vampire, clueless of the world around her, of her new life, adapting to something she didn’t even know existed before all of this, without a single guide or a fucking pamphlet for gods sakes.

It made her eyes widen, and she stopped breathing instantly to try and dull the scent of you sneaking into her nostrils and down into her eager throat. She noticed the way you pouted and sighed whenever she’d ignore you, or give her nothing but a brief response whenever you tried to get to know her. She could tell this wasn’t your thing, the night life, partying, you were here because someone asked it of you, and you being the good friend you are would never let anyone you cared about down.

Despite Ellie being a total dick to you because she simply couldn’t control herself around you, you sucked it up, carried on and stayed until everyone else decided to leave.

Watching you leave that night, made Ellie realize you weren’t something she could pass up.

Asking for your number was probably the best thing Ellie had ever done in her immortal life. Speaking to you was far better than thinking about you constantly, and after she’d convinced herself she wouldn’t do anything stupid with you, she was finally ready to introduce herself to you, the right way.

It’s how she constantly found herself like this, searching for your warm embrace around her cold, dead body every time she found the opportunity. She’d come to you when she was done working, she’d come to you when the girls at the bar were boring her, she’d even come to you when she simply knew you were home and she had nothing to do.

Ellie hummed softly as she looked up at your apartment building, the warm summer breeze wafting against her skin as she stared up at your window, the white curtains blowing out with the wind. She sighs to herself.

“Told you to stop leaving your window open…” she mumbles softly to herself.

The human eye wouldn’t ever be able to catch the way Ellie climbs up the side of your building, her arms and legs scaling it like a pro, making it look as simple as walking, or even breathing. It’s too fast, and in the blink of an eye, she’s at your balcony, long fingers pulling back your curtains to get a look at your sleeping figure.

She watches as your chest rises and falls, your blanket covering your sleeping frame, bare legs kicked out from under them, shining under the moonlight. She isn’t sure how long she stays there at your window staring at you, watching in awe as you do something as simple as sleep.

It isn’t until you shift slightly in your sleep, a dreamy sigh leaving your lips, that Ellie finally pushes her long legs over your window to step into your room, sneaker clad feet pressing onto the wooden floor of your bedroom.

She looks around for a moment, taking a deep inhale as she lets your scent wash over her for a moment, eyes fluttering shut as she simply lets you consume her, fill her up and make her feel whole again.

Make her feel alive again.

You never really understood it, why Ellie lingered when she hugged you, face pressed at the nape of your neck, swaying you slowly as she clung to you longer than normal. Well…you did know, at least you’d find out later on when Ellie finally explained everything to you…what she was, how it happened.

Although, it was only half what you thought. Sure, the smell of your blood made Ellie’s mouth water, her nostrils flare and her throat burn, but it was so much more than that. You made her feel whole, and even if it were a few seconds, she was going to make the most of it every time she got the chance.

And that’s what she felt when she was in your little room. The cool breeze filling up the space, the dim lights casting a warm glow over you because you couldn’t sleep in the dark. You used the excuse of creating an ambiance for yourself when you slept, but Ellie knew you far better than that. It was like you’d perfected the feeling of comfort, bottled it up and sprayed it around your room every other day.

The wind blowing your curtains a bit harder caught Ellie’s attention, and she sighed softly as she walked over to it and shut it. She had told you time and time again to quit it, warning you about the weirdos that would love to take advantage of a pretty girl with her window open while in the most vulnerable state.

Even though the only weirdo that ever snuck into your room through said window, was Ellie. If anything, your little habit only fueled Ellie’s addiction for you further.

The sound of your window closing makes you groan softly in your sleep, and at that sound, Ellie knows she’s done it.

While she wanted nothing more than for you to be awake when she came over, she hated waking you. You looked so fucking serene when you slept, and Ellie felt like the devil himself whenever she accidentally ripped you away from that, even if the only thing she wanted was for you to be awake and talking to her.

Your body twists and turns a bit, slowly finding its way out of the drowsy state of sleep you were in. You let out a gentle yawn before one of your hands come up to rub your eyes, moments before you turn to your side to face her, hand resting between your cheek and your pillow as your eyes open and focus on the tall frame standing in front of your bed.

Ellie is convinced nothing scares you, because for as long as she’d been doing this, sneaking into your bedroom and watching you sleep, on the rare occasion that you wake up and catch her, you never seem scared. You don’t gasp or scream, you don’t even flinch when you see the dark, looming presence stood there in front of you. Ellie was sure the first time you caught her there, that you’d scream in horror before calling the police on her.

But you never did. You always stared at her with a sleepy smile, eyes puffy with sleep, lips a bit swollen, looking at her as if she were your favorite person in the entire world.

And like all those nights before, you do the same. A gentle yawn falls from your lips as you rub your eyes once more before tugging your blanket further up your shoulder.

“Ellie…” you sigh out softly, and you sound so fucking dreamy, so beautiful does her name sound falling from her lips. It makes Ellie weak in the knees.

She walks over to you slowly, smiling softly down at you as she grows closer and closer to your bed until she’s standing over you, one of her hands coming down and running around your blanket clad shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Wanted to come visit…sorry I woke you” she hums soft, her hand traveling up until it reaches your face, one of her fingers caressing your cheek ever so slightly. Your eyes flutter shut at this, and she can see that the gesture alone is nearly enough to lull you back to sleep.

“S’okay…I wake up in the middle of the night all the time…you know that” you assure her, words falling with yet another yawn before you open your sleepy eyes up again to stare up at her.

Before she can even speak though, your content expression is replaced with one of worry as you finally get the chance to focus on her face, your eyebrows furrowing as you prop yourself up on your elbow, your other hand reaching up to touch her cheek as you become more and more alert with each passing moment.

“Are you okay Ellie? You look…why are your eyes so…” you mumble, now on your knees to reach her better, your face in front of hers as your eyes search hers.

She looked pale, paler than usual. Her lips were chapped, eyes dull and sunken in, she looked like she hadn’t slept in centuries, like all the life had been sucked out of her. And while that technically was the case, Ellie often looked vibrant for her dead state, eyes sharp and alert, green eyes almost fluorescent with color when you looked into them.

Immediately, you know what was wrong.

“When’s the last time you…had something to eat?” You ask sternly, eyebrows furrowed and a firm frown on your pouty lips.

That was another thing…Ellie hadn’t properly fed in about two weeks, going on three now.

She let out a gentle sigh, her hands resting on your hips as your own rested on her cheeks, cupping her face and forcing her to look into your eyes even though she avoided eye contact.

She hated when you saw her this way, so weak, so small. She liked it when she was the best version of herself, the version that was well fed, agile and strong. Not like this, not like when she was turning into a shell of the woman she once was.

“I…it’s just been a few nights, angel…it’s no big deal” she tries, giving your hips a firm squeeze as she attempts to convince you that she was fine. However her appearance and her voice is a dead giveaway that she’s lying, the sound hoarse and scratchy, sounding as if she’d been clawing at her throat for days to ease the pain she felt.

“You can’t lie to me, Ellie. You look horrible” you scold the girl.

She lets out a sigh, and she almost feels ashamed of herself. Sure, there were times where a meal was a bit harder to come by, people becoming a bit more aware of the danger that lingered when she was near, but god, Ellie couldn’t remember a time where it was this bad. It was like every single time she got someone in her arms, trapped in her little scheme, something cock blocked her entirely from finishing the deed.

And the more times that happened, the weaker she got.

“I’ve just been really unlucky…okay? Most of us do this in packs or with a fucking partner at least…it gets tricky when you’re on your own” she finally admitted, a gentle sigh falling from her lips as she leaned down to rest her head against your shoulder, pressing her weight against you in the process, as it was slowly becoming unbearable to hold it up herself at this point.

“M’just going through a thing right now, baby…don’t worry about it” she mumbled against you, lips ghosting over your soft skin as she again tried to assure you she’d been fine.

Ellie had always made it a point to never get as low as this, and if she did, she made it a point to never let you see her. What would her sweet best friend think of her if the monster she truly was had the chance to shine through? How would you ever allow her in your presence again once you finally realized how disgusting she truly was?

What Ellie didn’t know, is that you didn’t think any of those things. You could never find her to be a monster or disgusting, you adored her far too much to ever see her that way. No, what you did think when you saw her that way, were any of the things you could do to help her. That was the only thing you wanted, to help her.

You don’t even think twice before you say it, giving yourself a moment to mull over the idea and weigh out the pros and cons before it’s escaping the confides of your mind and making its debut out into your bedroom.

“Feed on me” you blurt out, so quickly you aren’t even sure Ellie fully catches it properly.

But she does, Ellie hears every word, every syllable, she can even hear the way your heart beat quickens after you’ve said it.

She’s slowly lifting her head from your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning as she stares down at you, your eyes wide and hopeful, hopeful that she’ll take the offer, that she’ll allow you to give yourself to her for the sake of her wellbeing.

“No.” She deadpans without a second thought. She doesn’t even give herself a second to indulge in the idea of it, knowing how badly it could end, how terrible it could be with one wrong move, or one gulp too much. Ellie knows that this is nothing to toy with, especially with you.

You’re quickly shaking your head once she rejects your offer, your hands falling from her face to rest down on her shoulders, leaning in a bit to press your body closer to hers.

“Ellie…look at yourself. How were you even able to climb up here?” You plead with the girl, giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze before you inhale deeply.

“I’m giving you permission…I want you to do this” your words almost come out like a beg, wanting nothing more than to simply help the girl, to help a friend in need that clearly needed it.

And you knew deep down, that no matter what, Ellie would never hurt you.

Ellie knew it too. She knew that she wouldn’t go too far to take your life away from you. She had been around long enough to have the self control to stop whenever she knew you’d had too much.

However, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be hard.

She inhaled deeply, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before she finally brought her own eyes up to look into yours. Her pink tongue darted out to run along her lips, wetting the chapped skin before she let out a gentle sigh.

“You’ll tell me when it becomes too much…right?” She asks, desperate for confirmation from you that you won’t let her go too far, even if she wanted to.

You give her a bright smile, a gentle giggle leaving your lips as you nod. “I will…now go on…sooner you do this, the sooner I can sleep” you tease her playfully, which makes her groan softly with a pout.

She sighed softly, reaching forward and pushing your hair to the side to expose the soft, supple skin of your neck. Her eyes zeroed in on it, and she could practically see your pulse from beneath your skin, making her shudder at the thought of it. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your throat, which earns a gentle sigh from you.

“This’ll hurt…” she mumbles against you, peppering your skin with gentle kisses. You simply tilt your head further to the side, resting your temple against her shoulder as your arms hang loosely around her neck, your body pressed against hers.

“Mm…I’ll be okay” you mumble out sleepily, your fingers coming up to toy with the hair at the nape of her neck.

Ellie can feel the way your pulse slows under her lips, and she has to stop herself from groaning due to how fucking strong your smell was right now with your body pressed against hers. She knew that the longer the stood her, mouthing away at your neck instead of actually feeding, she’d just keep you from getting back to the rest that she had interrupted in the first place.

It was now or never.

She sighed softly, swallowing thickly before she opened her mouth a bit wider, fangs protruding out from her gums and taking their rightful place. She let them graze your skin, the sharp teeth sure to leave scratches from something as small as a graze, before she finally latched her lips to your throat, and sunk her teeth into your flesh.

Now…Ellie had her fair share of tasty meals within her immortal life time. There were maybe a handful of people that left a faint memory in her head, better than most of the others she’d fed on in her past, so she was no stranger to a warm body with a nice taste.

But you? God….there was nothing in this world that could’ve prepared Ellie for how fucking…divine you taste. It was like liquid gold on her tongue, the smell that had plagued her mind from the moment she met you a mere tease to the real deal. It made Ellie moan against you, her eyes fluttering shut as her tattooed hands clawed at your waist, gripping the skin so tightly she was sure to leave bruises, pressing you flush against her body.

She could practically feel the essence of your life filling her up and bringing all of her strength back, replacing the once empty, dull feeling in her body with one that could only be described as rejuvenation. The taste you gave her flowing into her mouth and making her feel like she’d died and gone to heaven.

The noises you made only aided Ellie in her blissful state, tiny moans and huffs leaving your lips as you continued massaging her scalp with gentle fingers, allowing her to take whatever she needed from you.

Ellie knew she could’ve drained you, taken every last drop of your life and left you dry. She could do it ten times over if it were an option, however it wasn’t, and she knew at the back of her head she could only take what she needed, and nothing more. So she knew once your grip around her neck loosened a bit, that she needed to stop.

She unlatched from your neck breathlessly, your crimson blood painting her plush lips, red eyes blown out wide as she eyed the damage she’d done to your poor neck, the punctures filling Ellie’s chest with a sense of pride as some of your blood and her saliva dripped down the base of your throat. She leaned in, licking you clean before pressing a gentle kiss to the wound, groaning softly as when she heard you hum softly.

“All…finished?” You mumbled out with a dreamy smile on your lips, eyes half lidded as you stared up at the girl who had just nearly sucked you dry.

Ellie stared down at you with a look of disbelief, the back of her hand coming up and wiping her lips. “You said you’d tell me to stop…” she groaned softly as she gently set you down to lay back on your bed.

You let out a soft yawn, nodding as you tugged your blanket up with a weak hand to drape over your body. “I was…you stopped sooner than anticipated” you giggled out sleepily before you eyed the girl from your bed, already feeling the drowsy affects of sleep taking over.

“You look better already, El…” your compliment made her dead heart swell. She could feel it too, your life coursing through her veins and bringing back all of the good aspects of being immortal, the strength, the radiance, all of it brought back because of you.

She chuckled softly at your words, walking over to your closet and grabbing your first aid kit, fishing a little band aid out before walking back towards you. She sat at the edge of the bed, her pointer and middle finger pushing your jaw up slightly to get a look at the wound she’d given you.

“Here…so you don’t get blood on your pillow” she explains as she pressed the bandaid to your neck. You simply hum in response, and Ellie knows you’re probably already asleep. Between being tired before all of this, and losing blood, she expected for you to be out like a light long before she bid you a goodnight.

She stays a bit longer after you’ve fallen asleep, her long limbs crawling over your body to lay in bed with you, marveling at the way the color returned to your body, the way your chest rose and fell slowly, the way your lips would part with a gentle sigh ever so often. She’d let her hands caress your skin, watching as goosebumps appeared to trail after them. She simply appreciated how human you were, how warm and responsive you were even during sleep.

She leaves once the sun begins to peak above the horizon, knowing you’d want your privacy when you woke up in a few hours. She makes sure to close your window after she’s left too, scaling down the building much quicker than she did when she first arrived.

And while she walks home, the sun slowly casting a warm glow onto the city she lived in, she knew that she’d made a mistake by feeding on you.

Because now? She was completely and utterly ruined for anyone else that she’d feed on after you.

Bloodlust

The word had entirely different meaning for those like Ellie, creatures of the night that fed on the essence of life, the scarlet, metallic liquid that flowed and pumped throughout the bodies of the living.

She had heard of it happening to other vampires, in an instance of finding the human being that acted as a drug to them, making it hard to function without their taste on their tongues. It was an occasion that only ever happened when there was a mutual agreement between a vampire and a human, a hunter/prey proposition that acted in a more…ethical way.

It consumed the one feeding, making it hard to function without the person near, almost creating an inseparable bond between the two, paired with a constant line of food with it as well. It took over nearly everything, mind, body, soul, all of it belonging to the person they fed on, the human often times having more control over the vampire.

Ellie never really believed in it, instead viewing blood as something that was of and in itself, the same all the time. Sure, there were some people that tasted better than others, but blood was blood, no matter who the person was, they were more or less all the same at the end of the day. A meal was a meal, and that was that.

So if that was true, why were you the only thing on Ellie’s mind every waking second after the night she fed on you?

You were always on Ellie’s mind before it all, lingering at the back, making her smile when she thought of something silly you’d said to her earlier in the week, face beaming whenever you’d send a text her way, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you were on her mind.

She thought of it constantly, the way you were so…so fucking eager for her, a sense of intimacy lingering in the air of an act so selfless. Your pouty lips parted as you moaned and sighed her name, her lips attached to your neck as you gave her everything. Feeding was always something that felt the slightest bit romantic, the closeness of it all.

But you…doing it with you was different than anything she’d ever experienced.

She knew it meant nothing to you, she knew that it was simply you being a good friend, which meant it was borderline wrong for her to take it any way other than what it was, but she couldn’t help herself. She could still taste you on her tongue when she got home, plopping down into her bed and staring up at the ceiling in her dark room as she felt her core tighten and flutter as she referenced back to the memory.

Ellie couldn’t help herself when she unbuttoned her jeans, slipped her hands down to cup her pussy, and caught her aching clit against her calloused fingers to give it some much needed attention.

And she moaned your name as if it were the only word in her vocabulary, blubbering and crying out for you as she angrily fucked her aching pussy, eyebrows furrowed to the point where she almost looked upset.

“F-fuck….that’s my fucking girl…that’s it…gonna cum all over your pretty fuckin’ face” she groaned out, picturing you settled between her legs, eagerly lapping at her weeping core, grinding down onto your face and giving you everything she had, much like you did when you allowed her to feed on you.

She’d cum with your name falling from her lips, back arching as her hips rolled against her palm, sopping wet cunt painting her slick all over her hand, making it hard to even keep it where she needed it with how wet she was, how fucking riled up you had her.

And she’d do it again, lying in her bed and thinking of the memory over and over again, hanging on to the sound of your voice sighing out her name, moaning for her as she licked her lips, searching for the taste of your blood still soaked on them. All while you were sound asleep in your apartment where she left you.

If Ellie thought she was drawn to you before, she was sorely mistaken. Because now? All she could do was crave you. It interrupted her day to day, made her brain foggy when she wasn’t with you or talking to you.

And soon? It became a habit.

Ellie was at your door every other night, long fingers searching for your hips to pull you closer as she pressed her face into your neck, tongue slipping out of her mouth to run along the now permanent marks on your neck, whispering in your ear about how badly she needed you.

It had become a bit of a routine, Ellie would come over, you’d let her feed on you until she saw fit, she’d go home and fuck herself, and then she would live in her own personal hell for the next few days that she wasn’t able to see you.

It’s how she found herself dragging her body down the hallway to your apartment, a heavy hand coming up to the door and giving it a firm knock.

When you answer, Ellie thinks you look like a dream. Your body is leaned up against the door, head resting against it as you give her a dreamy smile, oversized t-shirt hanging off of one of your shoulders, sleep shorts barely visible beneath the end of the shirt, hugging your ass so perfectly, your white socks bunched up at your ankles.

She has to bite back the moan that threatens to escape when she lays eyes on you.

“Mm…hi Ellie” your voice sounds like the sweetest melody, and she’s smiling sheepishly as she walks towards you, bending her knees a bit as she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her tall frame, nearly light you up off the ground completely.

“There she is…” she sighed against you, and it sounds like Ellie can finally breath, like the weight holding her back from breathing in the air she so desperately needed has finally been granted to her, it makes you giggle softly.

You wrap your arms around her neck, humming softly as your fingers come up to tangle in her hair, simultaneously pulling her into your apartment. She kicks the door closed behind her, arms still wrapping you up and keeping you close.

She keeps you close, her head coming up to take a look at the set up you have going in that she’s walked in to. She can tell you’ve been working on your book, your laptop set on your couch paired with your favorite blanket, and a mug set on your coffee table that was still steaming.

“Working on the book?” She asked softly, you nod as you turn around in your arms, and excited smile on your face as you walk over to your spot, clicking the keypad a few times before you shut it.

“Yup. I’m getting pretty far….was wrapping it up right before you came over” you practically beamed.

Ellie always found it so endearing how dedicated you were to your work, and rightfully so, Ellie reminded you time and time again that she’d lived through many eras of famous writers, but you always topped them ten times over and then some. She’d never let you forget the talent you had was rare.

You plopped down on your couch after sliding your laptop into its little compartment under your coffee table, your legs coming up to cross over each other as you pat the spot next to you eagerly, to which she easily obliged of course.

Her old denim jacket rustled a bit as she sat down, resting her back against your couch as she slouched down a bit, legs spread as she stares up at you through the dim, cozy lighting of your living room.

You giggle softly, resting your cheek against your palm as you look down at her. “What are you staring at? You’re looking at me like I’m something to eat…” your words trail off, eyes narrowing at the girl playfully before you sit up, crossing your arms.

“Did you come all the way here to get a free meal out of me, Williams?” Your tone is accusing, but playful, and it makes Ellie chuckle as she bring her tattooed hands up to rub up and down her face before she groans.

“When you say it like that it sounds bad….I see it as seeing my favorite person with something extra added into it…” she defends herself before chuckling, looking back at you as she tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking gently on the plump skin, letting her mind linger to imagine it was your lips she was sucking on instead as her eyes slowly zeroed in on them, similar to if she were under a spell.

“You know you don’t have to if you don’t want to…” she mumbled out softly, voice gentle and truthful.

It was true, Ellie would cut all of this out the second you made even the slightest signal that you were tired of it, or if your body simply couldn’t handle it anymore. She knew that she’d never use you as her personal blood bag. The minute you wanted out, you got it, no questions asked.

You give her a gentle smile though, shaking your head as you shifted your body a bit so that it was now laying down on the end of the couch opposite of Ellie, your head resting against one of the plush pillows you had next to you while you were writing. You spread your legs a bit, making space for Ellie to crawl into before you stretched your arms out for her, a silent call for the girl to come closer.

“I’ll always give it to you, El…you know that. Come…” you call her again with a slight flick of your wrist.

Your words make Ellie’s head swirl, all of it sounding, and feeling, much too similar to something else, something more than just a friend helping another friend out. It sounds like you’re giving something else to her, something she’d dreamt of taking from you from the moment she laid eyes on you.

But she can’t indulge in that, not now, not when you’re being so kind.

She chokes back a groan, the girl slowly crawling over your body, similar to a predator creeping over its prey. Her body consuming yours as she pressed either one of her palms into the plush couch near your head, staring into your eyes as she settled between your warm thighs, the plush skin pressing against a sliver of her hips that was exposed at the top of her jeans. The feeling of her body pressed against your warm cunt, the only thing separating the two of you being the think material of your shorts, drove Ellie to the brink of insanity.

She hummed softly, her eyes trailing down your every feature, taking you in, eating you up for a moment before she grabbed your chin, tilting your head up and away to give her better access to the little area of your throat that had now become hers and only hers.

Soon, she’s leaning down, her body pressed against yours as she peppers kisses along your jaw until she reaches your throat, licking at the two little wounds that were in the shape of her fangs before she sighed against your skin, finally giving in and letting her protruding fangs sink into your skin.

You’d always been comfortable around Ellie, never shying away from her touch whenever she’d grab you whenever you were out together, or letting her easily pull you into her lap whenever you watched movies or played video games together, intimate touches never being out of the ordinary in your relationship.

But now, ever since you and her had started…whatever it was that you’d been doing, you had seemed to cross a boundary that was once put up. What was once little sighs and huffs, turned into full on moans whenever Ellie would press her body against yours and take what she wanted. You’d grip her hair, keeping her close as you moaned and whined out her name, breathless begs for her to keep going.

“Fuck…Ellie…” you moaned out for her, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers laced into her brown hair, keeping her close as her hands moved from either sides of your head to instead grip your body. Your hips were her favorite, holding onto the plush skin and keeping you close, massaging and kneading you as she pleased, a small piece of her wanting to bruise you up, just so she knew she was able to leave marks on you other than your neck.

It egged her on further, your calls for her making her swipe her tongue over the wound before she continued sucking your sweet essence from your body. Ellie wasn’t sure if you were fond of it at first, but now? With how you reacted? She was sure you enjoyed it, if even a little bit.

She became so drunk off of you, her mind clouded with the intense flavor of your blood, nearly choking on it with how quickly she drank sometimes. One of her hands left your hips, sliding down until she gripped your thigh, pulling it up and closer to wrap around her body, massaging the soft skin as she let one of her legs slip over your other one, so that her thigh was slotted against your cunt, and yours against hers.

Ellie didn’t even realize it at first, but she slowly began to grind into you, letting her thigh rub against your barely clothed pussy as she drank from you, her senses completely overwhelmed with just how fucking good you tasted, how good you felt. She felt her mind and body buzz with electricity when she pressed her chest against yours, and she could feel your nipples hardening through the thin material of your shirt, pressing against her own chest.

“Mm…h-hah…Ellie..I….Ellie please…” you begged, and Ellie was able to hear the way your voice was slowly going, growing more and more hoarse with every moan, every pant.

She was taking too much, and she wasn’t sure if she was begging for you to stop, or to keep going.

Ellie groaned loudly against you, prying her lips away from your dulcet neck, panting loudly as she pulled away further to look down at you, letting herself get a good look at the mess she’d made of you.

Your lips were swollen, eyes growing heavy, skin getting dull. Your hair was messy, and your shirt was pulled down further, revealing more of your shoulder and collar bones, while the bottom was pushed up to show more of your stomach.

It was like a dream and a nightmare all at once.

You blinked a few times as you tried catching your breath, staring up at Ellie as one of your hands came up to cup her cheek gently.

“A-all better?” You stuttered out, giving her that notorious dreamy smile of yours, the one that made Ellie feel like she was the only person in the world that got to see it.

She’s drained you, and yet you were asking if she felt better.

Ellie held back a groan, her large hand wrapping around your wrist before she brought your hand down to press a kiss to your palm, giving you a gentle nod before she inhaled deeply to control the emotions that threatened to escape while she saw you this way.

“Always when I’m with you baby” she chuckled out sadly.

The smile you give Ellie nearly has her in tears, because you look so genuinely happy, so content with the fact that you’ve helped her, that you’ve made Ellie feel better, even if it’s at the expensive of your own comfort.

At the expensive of your own life.

“I’m glad…” you hummed out softly before you yawned, clearly tired out from what Ellie had done to you. It makes Ellie frown, and she’s quickly pushing herself off of you before she scoops you up into her arms to carry you off to your bedroom.

Soon, she has you tucked into bed, your eyes closing almost as soon as your head hits the pillow, and Ellie has your blankets pulled up over your arms. It’s almost mind blowing how quickly you fall asleep, it makes Ellie feel a bit jealous, because she can’t remember a time where she was that comfortable in a bed to fall asleep so fast.

She watches you, of course. Sticking around for a few hours after you’ve slept, keeping an eye on you to make sure your chest continues to rise and fall slowly. She knows it would never go that far, but she always gets nervous after feeding.

Tonight was also different, and it was eating away at her because she knew there wasn’t really a right or wrong way to go about cleaning about it, or comforting you about how wrong this was, and how much Ellie had been draining you. Even the fact that you expected it of her when she came over left a bitter taste in her mouth, one that replaced the sweet one that usually lingered on her tongue after she had a taste of you.

And as she watched you sleep, so peaceful and so serene, Ellie began to think of any way this would blossom into something more. How would this carry on? She would continue sucking from you until you died one day? She’d come to you like a thief in the knight well after you had a family? Children to look after? Your life moving on while she stayed in an immortal purgatory? One where she continued the cycle of coming to you for a quick bite to eat? Paired with a warm body to lay on top of for the time being?

There was no way it could surpass this. You being her friend, helping her in a way not many could. Ellie knew, that deep down, the life she wanted with you was not one that was easy to come by, something that she wouldn’t dare ask of you. From the moment she saw you, she wanted more. Because that’s what she did, she took, and took, and took until there was nothing left to take, and it was slowly happening with you.

But Ellie loved you too fucking much to take until you were nothing but a shriveled up peace of what you used to be.

So, she took one long last look at you and she left your window. Because that night, she promised herself that she was finished. The life she wanted with you unfortunately wasn’t written in the stars for her, and she knew that from the moment she saw you.

Ellie was letting you go, because she knew it she didn’t.

She’d just end up killing you.

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ann-yakor · 1 year ago

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NEUTRALITY IS SIDING WITH THE OPRESSOR

FREE PALESTINE. CEASEFIRE NOW.

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ann-yakor · 1 year ago

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I met a girl at a party who had Ellie's tattoo, but then I tried to flirt with her cause she was cute af and she said she was STRAIGHT??? that should be illegal.

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ann-yakor · 1 year ago

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Here's a dyke reloading a gun. That's all.

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ann-yakor · 1 year ago

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I feel like sunburned Ellie would be so cute!!

Just some Ellie fluff. Ellie x female!reader

Like I can just imagine her coming in from working on the farm on a hot summers day,sweat and crimson on her forehead and a cherry tint on her cheeks.

You scolding her as you gently cup her face to feel the heat radiate off her freckled skin.

“I told you to put sunscreen on,why do you never listen?” you whisper in a loving tone,secretly admiring how cute she looks with her permanent blush.

She just blushes more somehow and shrugs her shoulders,avoiding your gaze.

She loves how gentle you are with her when she comes into the house looking like a ripe tomato.

You sit on her lap smearing aftersun on her rosy face,soft winces leaving her chapped lips as the cold of the cream connects with her hot skin.

Her green eyes look so bold in contrast to her warm toned face, she’s so beautiful.

You lean back and reach into your back pocket, her questioning eyes scan your person as you whip out a chapstick and apply it to your lips. Her eyes meet the tip of the chapstick as it slowly traces your lips.

“So hot” she mutters barely above a whisper, clearly lost in thought, her hands landing on your hips.

“You want a kiss els?”

Her auburn hair ruffles as she shakes her head up and down, still in a trance.

You lean forward till your breaths are mixing and scan her features once more before placing a gentle but loving peck to her hot lips. She releases a low yelp of pain when she realises she has burnt her lips too, that’s when you pull back and look into her eyes muttering a sarcastic “you should’ve listened” with a light slap to her red shoulder. She winces before promising to listen next time, which she doesn’t because she knows how adorable you think she looks like this.

Shout out to @astralnymphh for giving me this idea!! 🫶

this is my first time writing anything, please don’t come for me🫣

And if you got any tips please lmk xx

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ann-yakor · 1 year ago

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modern au where you accidentally send ellie, your bestfriend, a nude

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"fuuuuuck"

that can't be happening.

"fuck fuck fuck" you scream "oh my god fuck me"

your fingers move across the screen trying to delete the photo but it's too late when you see that ellie has already seen it.

"im going to kill myself" you say "oh my god this can't be happening"

you almost threw the phone across the room the moment you heard the sound of a new message. and another. and another.

"please god i know i don't believe in you but help me" you whisper looking at your ceiling with your hands in prayer pose.

you can't be that stupid. there's no way you would have sent that picture to ellie, your best-fucking-friend in the whole world and the person you would fight for.

you want to create a hole in the floor so you can crawl in there and never come out again in your life.

ellieee: weird way to say hello but ok

ellieee: im pretty sure this was for another person

ellieee: i knew you weren't a saint

your fingers start typing as fast as they can, forming an extreme amount of sorry's.

me: IM SORRYW

me: I TRIED TO DELETE IT

me: IT WAS AN ERROR

me: MY OHONE JUST GLICHED AND I PRESS THE WRONG PHOTO

me: IM EMBARRASSED PLEASE BLOCK MY NUMBER FOR WVER

me: IM SO SORRY

you were about to send ellie a flyer of a band you like to go to this weekend but something weird happened with your phone that got stuck and you accidentally selected the picture next to it, which to your misfortune was a picture of your naked breasts covered only by your forearm, a picture you took a few hours before when you were feeling bored. by the time you realized what your phone had made you do, you had already pressed send.

you wanted to smash your head against the asphalt.

ellieee: it's okay

ellieee: i told you that you have to fix that phone

elieee: it's got a demon inside

you are quick to answer her, dying of embarrassment.

me: i will now

me: im sorry

me: im so embarrassed

a few seconds later you see how your cell phone shows that ellie is typing.

ellieee: don't be

elieee: it was kinda hot

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jackson!ellie would be peak losercore

warnings: a lil nsfw towards the end, mostly fluff tbh, shes so loser lame freak, slight mention of smoking (weed) and alcohol

★ jackson!ellie who freaks out a little when you first call her "els" she tenses and fiddles with her ear

★ jackson!ellie who would burn you a cd and make custom art for the back and front of the jewel case

★ jackson!ellie who refuses to breathe "too much" when you drift to sleep and your head falls on her shoulder

★ jackson!ellie who denied that you could like her even though you've made is so obvious

★ jackson!ellie who cant pick up any hints to save her life

★ jackson!ellie who wants to smoke with you but coughs up half her lung and is so embarrassed

★ jackson!ellie who pretends to like whiskey because it "makes her look mature"

★ jackson!ellie who talks at you about astronomy the moment anything enters her system

★ jackson!ellie who becomes insanely awkward when joel makes a comment on your closeness

★ jackson!ellie who lays on her stomach as she kicks her feet back and forth in the air while drawing you

★ jackson!ellie who seems so surprised when you kiss her despite all the hints you've been dropping

★ jackson!ellie who gets upset when you try to kiss her instead of watching the movie she chose

★ jackson!ellie who is weirdly invested in the saw franchise

★ jackson!ellie who loves superbad for some reason

★ jackson!ellie who has two pairs of pants and a dream

★ jackson!ellie who has really clammy hands that are also freezing cold and she insists that you need to hold them

★ jackson!ellie who is so needy but also so stupid when it comes to telling you what she wants, you end up just having to guess what she wants from you

★ jackson!ellie who is def a kendrick fan after finding a cassette of his and will pretend like she is the next best rapper

★ jackson!ellie who always try's to do cool stuff to impress you and just ends up looking dumb as shit (hot)

★ jackson!ellie who definitely gets into a lot of trouble around town, everyone knows her name

★ jackson!ellie who is so late to everything despite the town being 10 feet wide and 10 feet long

★ jackson!ellie who has the worst time management of all time

★ jackson!ellie who will forget your anniversary and beg for your forgiveness like you'd leave her (you dgaf)

★ jackson!ellie who has a bin full of legos she's accumulated and she tries to "speed build" you items like shes fucking emmet from the lego movie

★ jackson!ellie who thinks putting her clammy hand on your thigh is the move

★ jackson!ellie who is so awkward during sex, you take off your shirt and shes shielding her eyes like shes not allowed to see

★ jackson!ellie eats you out like shes starved and its her first meal

★ jackson!ellie who cums a minute into tribbing and and goes "did you finish?"

★ jackson!ellie who is a d1 biter and she will take a little nibble

★ jackson!ellie who loves how you smell but wont admit it because she feels creepy

★ jackson!ellie who has a single candle she lights whenever you come over because she thinks its so romantic

★ jackson!ellie who gets so love drunk when shes tired, such a fucking sap like shes clinging to you and whispering all these things about how much she loves you

★ jackson!ellie who writes music about you and wont show you any of it because she still believes you're lying about being her gf or some shit

★ jackson!ellie who is so clingy

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mmmm riding subtop!ellie’s thigh then when you finish you lick your juices off her thigh then spit in her mouth and make out with her SHE WOULD BE SO FLUSTERED AND TURNED ON I GOTTA GO🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Messy Eater

SUB TOP!ELLIE WILLIAMS X DOM!FEM READER

Word Count: 921

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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A/N- So my gf challenged me to write a fic thats under 1K words and I felt like this one was the perfect one to do! I've never done something under 1K so I hope this is still good enough!

WARNINGS: Public sex, grinding, sub!ellie, dom!reader, spit play, swearing, slight hair pulling

SYNOPSIS: The amount of risky places you and Ellie have fucked on patrol is alarming.

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Hands tangled into auburn locks with pleasured filled moans filling the air around. It echoed from the crumbling walls, and reached her deepest, hungriest parts as she slipped both hands against your rear, looking up at you and watching your face contort with euphoria. How long have you been at this? Did she even care?

You had tried so hard to be quiet, but she was making it harder and harder with each passing second. Your movements were desperate, and you were chasing your high that she loved helping you reach every time. You didn’t care what was happening outside of these desolate surroundings; all you cared about was Ellie.

Both of you knew what would happen when paired on patrol together. Neither of you were good at keeping your hands to yourselves and Ellie wasn’t fucking helping. Why was she so hot all of the time? Wearing those damn sleeveless shirts and making sure you were watching when she checked her rifle like… seven times that day.

You were on her in minutes as soon as you both had a moment alone. Both of your horses were outside, enjoying the pre-summer sun and grass while you and Ellie began going at each other like wild animals. Your hands were practically tearing off her shirt and in mere seconds, you two were half naked inside of a run-down bar.

Ellie was sitting on the torn bench lining the wall in her boxers with her jeans around her ankles with your panties hanging off your foot, grinding against her thigh and pushing your face into her shoulder. Ellie kept her hands on your ass, helping you rub your cunt against her thigh and loving the mess you were making on her skin.

“Yeah? Feels good baby?” Ellie huffed, pressing her face against your heaving chest like she was the one that was getting off to this and not you. Her heart rate was through the roof as she held you by the rear and encouraged you to move faster on her leg. “So fucking pretty…”

“Fuck,” You pushed your face into the top of her head, shaking with pleasure as you got closer and closer to completion. The sound of your skin gently slapping against her thigh echoed in the air as your thighs clenched and you wiggled your hips more to try and gain more friction. “Fuck m’gonna cum, El…”

“Please,” Ellie begged, breathing heavier and almost bouncing you on her leg as her eyes fluttered shut. “Please, cum for me babygirl… make a mess of me…”

You loved it when she was begging for you to use her body. Your heart throbbed behind your ribs at the same time your clit pulsed with arousal. Jesus fuck, she was doing things to you that no woman had ever done to you before. It helps that she’s probably the hottest person in Jackson, and how you got lucky enough to be hers, you would never know.

Your toes curled up in your shoes as you gripped her hair, yanking on her auburn locks as your crescendo hit with beautiful euphoria exploding behind your eyes. It was the thrill of being caught by another patrol. Hell, the excitement of being killed while riding your girlfriend’s thigh like some dog in heat! It was everything that pushed you over the edge and had you cumming all over Ellie’s strong thigh.

“Ohgod I’m cumming… Nnnnn f-fuck, fuck, Ellieeeeee…!” You called out her name, dragging out the final syllable as your eyes squeezed shut and you shoved your whole face into her shoulder. Ellie held you and helped you ride out your pleasure, basking in the slick dripping from your cunt and smearing all over her thigh.

Ellie chuckled breathlessly, kissing your neck and up to your cheek as you trembled, trying to calm yourself down and catch your breath. “Did so good… so messy for me.”

You blushed looking down to meet her eyes as your pupils were dilated like crazy. Still riding that post-orgasm high, you began crawling off of Ellie’s leg, much to her shock. She questioned what you were doing, looking on in abstract amazement as you bent down and licked your mess off her thigh.

“Holy fuck,” Ellie gaped, her eyes widening as you gathered your slick on your tongue, crawling back up to straddle her lap and grabbing her jaw with one hand. Your thumb slipped against her bottom lip and she immediately opened up her mouth, sticking out her tongue.

You slowly allowed your mixed mess drool from your tongue and out of your mouth, falling directly into Ellie’s as you spit into her open maw. Her eyes rolled back, like it had caused the maximum amount of pleasure for her, and you finished it off with a swat against her cheek. It wasn’t hard, but enough to make her gasp. “Swallow. Be a good girl.”

With wide eyes, Ellie snapped her mouth shut, gulping down the taste of your pussy and shivering in place as you held her at the back of the neck and kissed all over her face. “Good girl… cleaning up my mess like the pretty slut you are.”

And just like that, Ellie was gone to the world. In ten seconds, you went from her lap, down on your knees as you yanked her boxers down and feasted on her pussy like it was the last thing you’d ever taste. You were sure that they could hear Ellie screaming all the way back in Jackson.

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1 reason why i should stay alive: kristen stewart

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ann-yakor · 1 year ago

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Reflect

Outline: When all the leads dried up, Ellie is forced to accept the heart wrenching reality that she’s never gonna see you again. Until two years and half later, the unexpected happens. People don’t come back from the dead so, How did you?

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: Tlou au + Angst + Mentions of grief + Flashbacks (Ellie and the reader are both 19 in the flashback) + fluff + Self deprecation + Mention of canon game violence + Mention of PTSD + Brief mention of Anxiety + Slander of Ellie wearing jeans to sleep (bc who tf 😭) + Ellie slandering old people? + Mention of stalking + Description of fighting + Mention of weapons + death + Mention of blood + Depression + panic attack (I think that’s it, comment if I missed any!)

Chapter 1 -> Next Chapter

Years two after…

The calamity…

“Happy birthday, baby.”

Ellie says softly as she places down the flower gently on a tombstone that has engraved “In loving memory of, Y/N Y/LN”. She’s kneeled beside your grave talking to you about her recent events as if you could still hear her. Ellie always tried to visit you as much as possible but since she worked up the courage to go out and try to live her life again. Maria helped her get a job working at the nursery, two months ago. So she couldn’t visit you often.

But today she had a day off so she decided to spend it with you. It had been two years since that dreadful day. Your parents don’t blame her for their daughter's death. She most certainly feels like she should be. She lives with the regret of not being able to save you.

Ellie promised Joel not to stay until closing hours anymore since last time she did, the poor girl got a cold. She looks up at the sun as it sets and realizes she had to be back by now. She stands up looking down at your grave, “I have to get going before Joel freaks out.” She lets out a shaky sigh,”I love you Y/n.” she says, stepping back, shedding a couple tears before walking out the cemetery.

Turning the corner and walking down the street, she recognizes the street she’s on. Reading the familiar sign ‘Mable’s Nursery’, that was the name of the establishment where she got her job, thanks to Maria. Looking down from the sign to the entrance, Ellie could see a blonde haired woman locking up the shop whom she could immediately recognize. It was Jessica, her coworker that always flirted with her when she had the chance but Ellie always denied her advances by changing the subject quickly. Jessica never seemed to take a hint.

Ellie never saw anyone after your death, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t. Even after all these years, you were her everything. You had her heart and even now six feet under, you had her heart. Wait why was Jesscia calling out to her, “Ellie! Hey!” Jessica says, walking over to her with a big smile. Ellie snaps out of her thoughts and looks at Jessica “hey.” Ellie says. “You walking home? Can I walk with you?” Jessica asks. “Yeah, sure.” simply says Ellie.

Beginning the walk down the street, Jessica strikes up a conversation, “You know I saw you the other day, drawing in that journal of yours.” she says. Ellie can’t help but to smile, “yeah, I do a little drawing here and there.” she says. “That’s cute, maybe you should draw me?” Jessica suggests with a sweet tone of voice. “I could be your muse.” She begins to giggle but Ellie doesn’t hear it.

Because suddenly everything feels like it’s going in slow motion. The sound of Jessica’s voice fades out, only able to hear the sound of her heart pounding out of her chest.

Simply because of one word;

Muse

Two years ago..

A week before the calamity…

Ellie is laying on her stomach with her sketchbook in hand, scrutinizing you while she draws your sleeping figure beside her. The soft string lights in Ellie's room illuminate and hit your body faultlessly. She always loved drawing you, in your most serene moments. You were her muse, and she your artist. Contently sketching the curves of your waist to your hips when she hears you stirring and groaning lightly indicating you were in your stages of waking up. She shuts her sketchbook sitting up and placing it on her nightstand as you open your eyes.

“Hey” you say lightly as Ellie returns to her laying down position on her side now, facing you. A small smile appears on Ellie's face as she looks at you with nothing but adoration in her eyes. “Hi” she says softly, moving a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen out of place and in front of your face. A smile appears on your face before asking Ellie, “What were you drawing?” Ellie felt her face heat up in embarrassment and just stared at your face taking a second to respond.

“well..uhm— you..” she says flustered, she watches as you smile with a little chuckle leaving your lips. “No way, show me!” you say, sitting up. Ellie doing the same while extending one arm over, grabbing her sketchbook from the nightstand once again. “Alright then.” she says, switching her position now laying on her stomach once more. Flipping through the pages, you see doodles after doodles, until she stops at the last page. it’s you sleeping, Ellie looking up at you nervous of your reaction. She knew you didn’t care that she drew you in such nonchalant positions.

Even so when showing these said drawings, she always felt a giddy feeling. She couldn’t help but to feel confident when you had the biggest flushed smile on your face. “Wow…” you trail off, admiring the work in front of you. “This is beautiful, Ellie.” you say, looking at Ellie with a tint of rosy red in your cheeks. Ellie nervously laughs, grabbing the book from your grasp and settling it to the side.

“Thank the beautiful model who helped create the piece” she says, sitting up and giving you a light kiss on the lips. Watching your face heat up, you kiss her back smiling nervously. “You’re so cheesy, babe.” you banter, causing Ellie to chuckle as looking down at her palm then at you with a smirk. “You love it.” she says.

Present…

Ellie couldn’t stand to be around Jessica for another minute so she made some bullshit excuse and practically ran home. In the abyss of Ellie’s room, she stares at that same artwork. The moonlight illuminates through Ellie’s sheer curtains and down on the drawing. She doesn’t realize she’s crying until she sees a teardrop fall beside the drawing. What she'd do just to have another moment with you.

Staring at the details of it, she wishes she’d captured more details on your face. Her fingers lightly graze over the surface, smiling to herself. Sighing as she flips the page to another drawing of you. It's a full body length drawing. She stares at the nonchalant pose you were in then your outfit. She smiles, flipping to another page. Then that’s where her smile faltered.

Staring at the drawing, she realizes that’s the same outfit you were wearing the day before you died. Tears are blurring her vision as she pushes the sketchbook aside immediately. Trying to stop herself from thinking about your body when you found. Charred and unrecognizable.

They barely confirm it was you with what little technology Jackson had. When they asked your parents to try and confirm it was you. They knew it was you.

That was the day that changed Ellie’s life around forever. First, she felt anger towards herself then the people who ambushed you guys. She felt immense resentment towards them, hell she even wanted to track down those motherfuckers who killed you and do worse to them. But she couldn’t, her injuries didn’t allow her to.

She thinks about that day a lot even now, what she could’ve done. Her thoughts were consuming her; Should’ve been more aware…Should’ve immediately felt something was off from the get-go…Why were you fast enough? Why were you so stupid? and yet she felt like she deserved it. She didn’t save you. So why even bother trying to defend herself.

She doesn’t even remember how her room turned the way it did. Books and little knick knacks she picked up over the years now on the floor. Her lamp now shattered on the floor beside her. She’s now laying in the middle of it all on the floor curled into a ball, sobbing loudly. If she could time travel back in time, she would’ve never signed the both of you up for that job.

Two years ago…

The day before the calamity…

Ellie remembers that day vividly, how could she not?

Ellie’s eyes snap open at the sound of her alarm clock going off. With a groan, she extends her arm over, turning off the alarm and looking at the time reading ‘6:00’. “Too early for this shit man..” she mumbles out. She feels movement beside her and an arm slinking around her waist and body heat pressed lightly against her back. “Morning, babe.” you say lightly against the crook of her neck, resting your head. A smile forms on Ellie’s face. “Morning, sleepyhead.” she responds back.

You sigh, once you see Ellie laying down once again inviting you into her arms. You gracefully accept, resting your head on her chest, blinking slowly. “You ready for today?” you ask, feeling Ellie playing with your hair. “Yeah, you?” You take a second to respond, admiring the beauty of the winter morning before saying, “Yeah, just nervous.” Ellie looks down at you, “Yeah I am too but whatever happens we’re a team, we got this.”

Now why were you nervous? I’ll tell you. Today was the day you, Ellie, and three other members were gonna set out to clear a power plant since the old one finally had broken down. Jackson had lost power for weeks and was being backed up being generators but that can’t hold forever causing maria to be in a frenzy to fix this as soon as possible.

So that’s where your crew came in, A patrol group recently found a power plant and told Maria about it. It was northwest of Jackson, a few miles out. The problem was that infected had found its way inside, taking over the area. So she set out an announcement asking if anyone would volunteer to help clear out the area. And Ellie had heard word about this, signed the two of you up with of course with your acknowledgement and consent. A couple infected, no biggie, Ellie thought. Nothing you both couldn’t handle. You both have done multiple jobs before.

It took weeks for Maria to get a stable group of people. Since some decided to back out or were needed somewhere in the community. But she eventually did get a set stone group, a group of four people including you and Ellie. Maria had a meeting with you all about setting the date when you’d be all leaving.

And that day was today, that’s why you were so nervous. Maybe you’d be alive if Ellie took account of that emotion more seriously.

Getting out of bed, especially with you in her bed, was so hard but you were persistent about getting to “not be late”.

Maybe Ellie should’ve asked for a kiss or 5 more minutes before you both set out. The last time she’d have you in her bed.

Ellie watches you get up, feeling sad without your warmth beside her. “Cmon Ellie, get up we need to get ready.” Ellie sighs, getting up as well. “Fine, fine I'm up.” she says. Walking over to her desk, grabbing and putting her jacket on then grabbing her pistol checking the bullets. She can hear a chuckle behind her. “Seriously can’t believe you slept in jeans” you banter, causing Ellie to huff. “What? They were comfortable.” she protests, looking at you as you grab your pistol and also checking the ammo.

Her protest makes you laugh, “Right.” you joke lightheartedly. Ellie shakes her head softly, “You just don’t get it.” she says, sounding defensive in a playful manner. “Alright then, you can tell me about that when we get back but right we have to get going.” you say with a smile while putting your gear in your backpack. Ellie rolls her eyes,”Alright let’s get going then.” she says, walking towards the door while adjusting the straps of her backpack onto her shoulder. Holding the door for you and following behind once you’re out.

The serene scenery of Jackson, soft reserved voices huddled around a small bonfire to keep warm from the winter breeze. Walking into the main street of Jackson, people are selling or trading for goods. Seeing children playing and laughing while shedding down a small mound of snow, some smaller ones walking into school with their parents, The ending of the street forces you two to turn left and you both walk the pathway to the entrance of the stables.

Once at the entrance the stableman, Frederick greets the two of you. “Morning girls, your horses are ready for you” he says, giving Ellie the leash to her horse, Shimmer. Petting her gently while you grab your horse, Sal. “Alright, thanks Fred.” you say, walking out of the stable ahead to the entrance of Jackson. Waiting there are the two other members of your group, Natalie and Travis. Along with them is Jesse, “Ahh! look who finally decided to show up.” Jesse jokes lightheartedly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Ellie says as she grabs her rifle given to her by Jesse, sliding the compartment, checking the amount of ammo she has before sliding back. You smile while doing the same. Jesse laughs before telling the guards to open the large gate. “All right, you’ll be safe and if you run into anything you can’t handle, you come back.” Jesse says, looking at you all. Getting the message, you all get on your horse, setting off to your long trip.

The sun was setting and You, Ellie, Travis, and Natalie are stopped by a tree. You guys decided to give the horses a break and also check the map. Totally not because you were lost. Holding out the map, Ellie and Travis argue over what your current position is. “Dude we’re right here.” she argues, pointing to an area on the map. Travis rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “No we’re right here.” Travis protests. While they were fighting like little kids over candy, you and Natalie were finishing tying up the horses.

Natalie looks back at Ellie and Travis bickering at each other and laughs. Causing you to look at her smiling and nudging her, “Stop, they might hear you.” you say, holding back laughter of your own. Natalie smiles at you, shaking her head. “I swear, they've been at it for five minutes now, I'm positive both of them are wrong.” Natalie says, looking back at them once again. “Ima go see if i can help them.” She begins to walk away and you decide to join.

Walking over to Ellie and Travis, they’re still bickering over where your position is before Natalie interrupts, “Ladies, ladies, calm down what seems to be the problem.” she holds back a smile as Ellie and Travis stop, looking back at her both with unamused looks. You can’t help but to chuckle slightly, as Ellie huffs, “Well Travis here thinks we’re here when I know that’s not where we’re at. We’re not near a damn waterfall.” Travis rolls his eyes, “I know what i’m talking abo—“ “No you do—“ Ellie interrupts.

“Alright, alright, god such a headache” Natalie interrupts, walking over to the map that’s laid out on a tree stump. She is quiet and focused, her finger slowly retracting from where the last position marked to now. “There.” she points to a location a few off from Ellie said position. “Ah I told you” Ellie starts with a smirk growing on her face and Travis is about to start before you stop them. “Enough, both of you were wrong and Natalie wasn't, so stop arguing” you say.

Ellie huffs and mumbled something under her breath as you all get back on your horses to trek off. Now why did Travis and Ellie argue over the position you guys were in? Maria mentioned a mansion a few miles off the main route to take shelter. Since this trip in particular was gonna be a 3 day trip. On the way to the mansion, Travis puts his hand aligning to the sun causing Ellie to turn and watch with curiosity.

“What are you doing?” Ellie asks, watching him mouthed something under his breath. When he’s done, he glances at Ellie. “Checking the amount of sunlight, we have left.” he says. Ellie’s face morphs from a curious expression to an intrigued one, “Holy shit, really?” Travis nods, “Yeah, my father taught me how to do it.” “I can teach you if you want.” Ellie smiles, nodding, “Fuck yeah, that would be cool.”

The whole way to the mansion, Travis taught her the same method his father taught. Turning into a path reveals the mansion ahead. You all are more than relieved to have arrived. Tying up the horses in the garage, you all rush up upstairs to scoop out the area to make sure it's clear. Once confirming it is, everything begins settling in. “Alright, who’s hungry?” Travis starts, looking at everything, settling down their bags on the couch. “Fucking starving.” Ellie starts, causing Travis to chuckle. “Alright come help in the kitchen and you two can relax.”

Ellie looks back at you with a smile before walking away with Travis, disappearing in the kitchen. When she walks in, Travis is already preparing the pan. “So what are we making?” Ellie asks, rolling up her sleeves. “Whatever we got from the pantry packed by Mrs. Green.” He says, walking to the bag of goods. Ellie smiles, “Yeah let’s hope she didn’t just pack old people food like raisins or oatmeal.” she quips. Travis chuckles, brings cans of food.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” he banters, setting the can goods down onto the counter. Ellie chuckles, shrugging, “Not my fault she’s like eighty years old.” “Dude she’s fifty-seven.” he laughs. “Whatever man, let’s get started on this.” Ellie says, smiling. They begin to make the meal and half way done, they hear footsteps coming into the kitchen. It’s you and Natalie, Ellie turns around to look at you, creating a big grin on her. “Hey, what do you have in your hand?” Ellie asks, pointing at the box in your hands.

You walk into the kitchen with a big smile on your face along with Natalie. “Monopoly” you answer, placing the board game on the counter. It catches Travis’s attention, “No way, you actually found one?” He wipes his hands clean, picking up the box. “Yup.” Natalie responds, walking over to the stove asking Travis what he’s making. As Ellie examines , “Remember when I had one, babe?” Ellie recollects, looking at you. You immediately smile at the reminder, “Yeah I do remember, only got to play a few times before you lost it.” you giggle causing Ellie to chuckle and shake her head. “Yeah, I do remember,” she says softly.

“Alright.” Travis says slightly loudly interrupting your little moment with Ellie. The interruption caused Ellie to turn her head to travis. “How long until the food is ready?” Travis glances back, “In 5 minutes” he responds before turning his head to the stove. Ellie simply hums in response, “We should play this game afterwards” “Yeah we should” “Yes!” “I’m down.” Everyone agrees. Ellie smiles, walking with the board game in hand and placing it on the coffee table.

Once she walks back in, Travis announces dinner is ready and everyone begins to take their portion and begins walking towards the dining table. Sitting at dinner, everyone is talking and joking around and having a great time. Once done the games finally, a few rounds into the board game, Ellie sits out aim one of the games, grabbing her sketchbook.

She felt inspired to draw, draw her muse of course. You sat focused on the game as she would occasionally look up from her sketch to glance at your features. Sketching you in her mind space. Once she was done, she put her sketchbook. When she did, Travis spoke, “Alright, this was fun but we get some rest.” he suggests, “Yeah we do have to get up pretty early tomorrow.” Natalie says. With that you all begin to settle down for bedtime.

While Ellie just set her sleeping bag down on the floor by the fireplace since you all decided it’d be best to stick together then apart. Shutting off the lights, everyone gets into their respective sleeping bags. Laying down, Ellie looks at you with a small smile on her face. You back at her, the moonlight illuminates her face beautifully. “Night, baby.” Ellie says quietly. “Night, els” you say.

Morning of calamity…

She doesn’t know what woke her up but she does, rubbing her eyes. She sits and looks around the room, all her crew members are asleep peacefully in their sleeping bags but you’re nowhere in sight. She gets out of her sleeping bag and carefully steps over everyone. She walks upstairs thinking you’re just in the bathroom. She wanted to make sure that’s where you were so once at the top of the stairs, stopping when something caught her eye.

One of the bedroom doors were open when last night Ellie and Travis made sure everything was secured. She specifically remembers checking every bedroom then shutting the door behind her. So why was it open? She cautiously walked towards the door, opening and peering inside before inside. The room was excruciatingly cold and the suspect of why it was, the window was open. She didn’t leave it open.

She became immediately aware of her surroundings, glancing around the room before shutting the window. What she didn’t check was the closet. As Ellie was walking towards the open window, the closet door opened. She closed the window before immediately freezing in place when she felt a gun pressed against her head. She felt her heart rate through the roof as she heard a low, menacing feminine voice behind her speak, “Don’t make a sound or everyone including that little girlfriend of yours will die.”

Ellie felt her heart drop, Girlfriend? They were watching us? Ellie’s thoughts are racing but she can’t do anything stupid or it’ll for sure end in death. No, she had to be smart about this. “Alright, Alright, let’s not do anything stupid, okay?” Ellie says in a low tone of voice. She could hear the woman behind her look out a raspy chuckle, “That’s more like it—“ but she interrupted when she heard a scream. “Shit.” The woman hisses out, becoming distracted but Ellie takes the chance and quickly turns around grabbing her wrist, pointing it up.

Shots are fired but the bullets hit the ceiling, Ellie and the woman wrestle for the gun. Grabbing the barrel of the gun and twisting the gun, hearing the woman’s fingers crack as she yells out in pain. Ellie immediately rips the weapon from the attacker's hand, kicking her to the ground before pointing the gun in her direction. With the woman on the floor disarmed, she begs Ellie not to shoot, holding her hands out in front of her.

Without a hesitation, she fires two bullets into the woman’s skull watching fall lifeless on the ground. She huffs, looking down at the woman before looking up, hearing more screams. Ellie wastes no time running out to see a man stabbing you in the shoulder as you scream out in pain. Ellie sees the scene and is enraged, running towards the man, pulling him off of you and onto the ground. Wasting no time and shooting a bullet into his skull.

Ellie stares at the man before hearing your whimpers of pain. Turning to you, she kneels down immediately. “Shit baby, Just add pressure to it.” she says, looking at you. “Go hide in the bathroom, okay. I'll come back for you.” You nod as Ellie helps you stand up. “Who the fuck are these people?” you say startled. Ellie leads you to the bathroom. “I don’t know, okay just stay in here. I have to check on Travis and Natalie, okay?” Ellie says, opening the door for you. “Okay.” you say, holding your shoulder, wincing in pain. Ellie shuts the door.

Running toward the railing, she sees an injured Travis on the floor, holding his abdomen while crawling backwards weakly. While Natalie is getting hit in the face with the butt of a baseball bat. This causes her to fall down onto a drawer then on the ground, knocking a lantern over. It shatters on impact, starting a fire when the man towers over Natalie ready to strike once more until Bang, Bang, Click, Click.

The sound of Ellie’s gun last shot being fired into the man’s back. Causing him to fall in front of Natalie, throwing the empty gun. Running downstairs, she immediately rushes towards everyone’s gear. “Natalie, get Travis outta here and to the horses, okay?” Ellie says, giving Natalie her and Travis’s bag. “I found y/n but she’s injured, I’ll have to help her.” Natalie nods, “Okay, just be quick.”

Ellie watches Natalie putting her bag on, holding Travis’s in her hand and walking over to Travis. Ellie stands up, “Lemme help you.” she says, walking to the kitchen where the basement door is adjacent to. “Okay.” Natalie says, helping Travis up and supporting his weight. Natalie and Travis are close behind and as Ellie is just about to open, the door bursts open, making Ellie tumble back. Ellie catches her via the counter behind her, immediately dodging an attack from the man.

She falls to the ground yelling at Natalie “Go! I’ll deal with this asshole!” getting up immediately and dodging another strike from the man. Natalie complies, rushing downstairs with Travis while Ellie grabs her gun, but the man disarms her. Hitting her with the gun, Ellie falls back but gets up, panting. She makes her way upstairs.

The fire has already spread to the upper floor, destroying the house. It’s causing her to cough like shit, the air is suffocating her. Her lungs becoming irritated, it doesn't stop Ellie. At the top of the stairs, she grabs the empty pistol from earlier, throwing it at the man. The man grunts in pain, stunned for a little while. But Ellie doesn’t wait around, rushing the bathroom, calling out for you. “Y/n, open the door!” She yells, banging on the door. When it opens, you’re met with Ellie's agitated face as she's coughing. “We have to go, the house is burning down.” With a nod from you, Ellie grabs your hand and rushes you into a bedroom and locks the door once she’s in.

The bedroom hasn’t been touched by the fire yet. Ellie looks around the room. Her sight lands on a window, narrow but enough to fit the both of you. Ellie takes you to the entrance of the window, letting go of your hand to pull the window up but it’s welded. “Fuck, fuck, hold on lemme find something to break this shit.” she says, frantically looking for something to break the window with. Until you stop her, “Use the lamp!” Ellie watches your hand point at the lamp. She nods, grabbing the lamp before walking back to the window. Banging can be heard from the door. Ellie is running out of time.

With one swift, fatal blow the window shattered, Ellie immediately drops the lamp on the ground. Looking at you, “Okay baby, lemme go first so i can help you get out quicker, okay?” Ellie says and with a nod of approval, she immediately crawls out with ease. Once outside on the roof, she balances herself by grabbing the windowsill calling out for you, “Cmon baby, I got you.” she says, looking at the door, it’s almost broken through. Ellie’s heart is racing, she has to get you outta of here.

“Okay!” you say frantically, rushing to the window and grabbing Ellie's hand as you try crawling through the window but with an injured shoulder, it’s proving difficult. You groan out in pain, but Ellie doesn’t give you a break. “Cmon baby, you’re almost there.” she encourages. You’re almost out of the window, Ellie has a smile on her face until she sees a hand grabbing your injured shoulder as you yell in pain.

Her smile immediately falters, fear is coursing through veins as she’s playing a cruel game of tug o’ war to save you. She’s pulling, screaming, “I’ve got you, don’t let go!” The man behind has a significant advantage over you while Ellie grips is sliding. She leans her weight back pulling you, desperately trying to save you. It’s not enough, the man grabs your other shoulder before successfully pulling you back in the house.

When this happens, Ellie tumbles back and falls off the roof. The last thing Ellie ever sees of you again is you screaming for her while pulled into the burning mansion before she hits her head, going unconscious.

The sounds of familiar voices slowly faded in but weren’t helping the pain in her head. With a groan, she lifts her hand to her head, rubbing her forehead gently as if she could soothe the pain. Opening her eyes, she winces to the sight of the lamp lighting hitting her sensitive eyes. She looks around the room, confused about where she is. Until she sees Joel sleeping on a leather chair in the corner of the room.

“Joel?” She says weakly. Joel’s eyes immediately shoot open and before Ellie can blink, Joel is by her side, stroking her head gently. “Hey kiddo.” he says, he looks tired. “Relax, you’re back in Jackson.” Ellie gulps, her throat feeling drying, “Where, why am this bed? Where—” She trails off, her mind is fuzzy. She’s trying to recollect what happened but one thing or rather one person came to ease her mind, you. She felt her body run cold and Joel could see it, “—Where's y/n?” she finished her response, sounding more frantic.

Joel’s expression morphs into a uncomforting one for Ellie. “You’ve been in a 2 day coma and for y/n—“ he trails off sighing, before responding, “—Ellie i’m sorry but they found her remains in the aftermath.” “What, no, no!” Ellie immediately sits up, not believing it. “No you have to—“ she trails off because suddenly she can’t breathe. Her heart is pounding out of her chest. Every breath she tries to take, she feels her windpipe is tightening.

“Breathe Ellie, breathe” Joel encourages, “It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay, god knows it wasn't. Ellie spent the next months in blur, all her days felt one long one. When she was discharged from the infirmary of Jackson, she wanted to go out and track down those people who killed you. But she could, the nurse said her body still needed healing for another few weeks. So when she did get better, she knew there was no point in trying to look for your killers. She had to accept the fact that she’d never see your beautiful face again.

Present…

Months laters…

Ellie was finally living her life again, most days she felt guilty for even doing that. With the support of others around her, she pulled through those moments of guilt. It didn’t mean she didn’t love you any less or found the shared memories you two had any invaluable, no. But she couldn’t live in darkness forever. Life went on so she tried to as well.

In the passing months, Ellie took better care of herself. She still had her job at the nursery but after a while of working there, she quit. She eventually moved back into going on patrols. Natalie and Travis had been her main courage to actually go through with this decision. It took trials and errors to get the hang of patrol after not doing it for so long.

One day, she’s coming back from patrol with Natalie. Settling off of her horse, Natalie says her goodbyes before walking off to meet up with Travis. When Ellie hears commotion behind her as she’s grabbing her gear off of Shimmer. Turning around to see what was happening. She sees another patrol rushing in on their horses with new arrivals on the back of their horses.

Ellie immediately rushes over to get a better view on what’s happening when she freezes, her face trying pale like she saw a ghost, because she did. When the horses came to a stop, people came rushing in to help the new arrivals off the horses. They all looked famished and some were wounded. But one of them stuck out from the rest of them.

Ellie stares at this woman as they’re helping her off the horse. She’s skinny and frail looking, her hair looked like it’d been cut off into a fucked up pixie cut. but Ellie recognized that face. Her throat felt suddenly dry, her heart was racing and pounding out of her chest.

“Y/n?” She finally grasped out.

a/n; DUN DUN DUNNNNN LMAOOO (IM SO UNFUNNY SORRY 😭) ANYWAYS HIIII AHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!!?!:$::$3$3$ I actually wrote my first fic?!?!??! IN MY WRITING ERA?! Younger me would be so so PROUD! I’m genuinely so proud of myself for doing this. This was a very big step out of my comfort zone. I never intended when i first got this app to write but here I am!!! First off I would love to thank these three lovely people; @dyk3ang3l for listening to my long ass rants of the ideas i had for this chapter. I genuinely love you and thank you for actually listening to me because seriously idk how you don’t find me annoying 😭. Especially would love to thank @elliesprettygirl for proofreading this for me THANK YOU THANK YOU. You were so funny and fun to talk to through out this journey of writing this chapter. So thank you and I love you as well 🤍. And lastly @cinnamonmilf thank you so much for taking time out of your day to help me and give me pointers, You’re truly a sweetheart for that and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I truly appreciate all of you guys, i’m not big on emotions but thank you. Seriously this chapter wouldn’t have been finished without the help and the encouragement from the three of you. So with that out the way, I’d like to thank you as the reader. I genuinely appreciate you taking the time of your day to read truly means everything to me. Please please give your feedback on what you thought about this chapter!! And if you like what you see MAKE SURE TO HIT THAT FOLLOW BUTTON SO YOU NEVER MISS ANOTHER BANGER FROM ME 🔥🔥🔥💯💯

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ann-yakor · 2 years ago

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i bet ur first time facetiming ellie she’s just rapid fire spitting dino facts all while drawing a night’s sky with rick n morty lowly playing in the background. gets all gooey when you say her name (to grab her attention) and tries her best not to stare at you with those big green doe eyes but ur sooooooo pretty and one of these days she’s gonna draw you a portrait.

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ann-yakor · 2 years ago

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dreams and desires

pairing: Succubus!Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: cursing, sexual content, jealousy/possessiveness, choking/breathplay, edging, begging (mdni, 18+)

a/n: as a horror fanatic, i am doing my civic duty and participating for one (1) day in the haunted hoedown. i randomized the prompts and received the following combination:

au: vampire/supernatural

dialogue: “tell me what you want me to do and i’ll do it, no matter the cost.”

trope: cursed/fuck or die

kink: jealousy/sharing/possessive

prompt: i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it’s definitely just wild dreams, right?

let's see how ridiculous this gets :)

It started about a week ago.

Every night you would go to bed and have the same dream. You were standing in nothingness; a complete void of darkness swallowed you. There was no sound, scent, or feeling you could latch onto to ground yourself in reality. You were alone in a perpetual state of limbo.

Until you weren't.

Like clockwork, a pair of brilliant, emerald eyes cut through the haze like a blade. They move slowly, gleaming as they float towards you. At first, they terrified you. The otherwordly vibe they possessed used to have you backing deeper into empty space. But now? You swarm to them, as they've become your only comfort in this godforsaken place.

"Welcome back, [Y/N]." the familiar, sultry rasp is deafening in the silence.

"Hi." It comes out as a pitiful whisper as finally, the irresistible owner of those eyes emerges from the darkness.

"Hi yourself," she purrs, a smirk stretching across her sharp features. Her teeth are on display. They're jagged, like a shark's.

You want her to devour you.

She always acts first. Her hands are on you, slotted on your hips as she buries your body into hers. Hot, wet lips are dragged down your neck as her teeth mark the base of your throat. You forget how to breathe and instead, hug your arms over her shoulders. A hand snakes into her hair, your firm grip keeping her stationary.

Her chuckle makes your clit throb.

She must know that too because one of her hands withdraws from your hip, only to slip underneath the front of your pants. Her finger pads brush against your clothed cunt and you keen. You're rutting against her hand, stealing as much friction as you can get away with.

Thankfully, she lets you do what you please. In fact, she is all too happy to slide underneath your underwear and plunge two fingers into your weeping pussy. You stumble forward from the sudden intrusion, allowing her to support your body weight as her fingers piston in and out. You feel the heel of her hand grazing your clit and your head jerks back, breath sputtering. You're close.

She drags the flat of her tongue up the column of your neck before nipping at your earlobe. Her lips part and her breath fans against your cheek. Her tongue darts around the shell of your ear; you wish it was on your cunt instead.

"You'll get that tomorrow, honey."

And that's exactly when you wake up: painfully edged, completely horny, and with the sinking feeling of someone sitting on your chest. Every morning presents new bruises and marks for you to find on your body. It's getting harder to cover them up. This isn't normal.

None of this is normal.

But the mystery woman haunting your dreams—she said her name was Shane at some point—was too alluring to ignore. You didn't understand where the amalgamation of her came from; there was no one you knew or knew of that resembled her. Was she some random figment of your subconscious?

No, she felt too real for that.

Maybe you just needed to get laid. In the real world.

And that is exactly what you decide to do tonight. Dressed up in your best outfit and with your friends on speed dial, you go out clubbing. Dancing, drinking, and debauchery ensue, and in the early morning hours, you're saying your goodbyes and bringing a girl back home with you. You don't remember anything about her, but hopefully, she'll help you forget.

You like how she eats pussy. It's slow, deliberate, and patient. Writhing in bed, your thighs clench around the stranger's head as she kitten licks from your slit to your clit. Her hands knead your breasts and a moan bubbles from your throat.

"Sha—" You catch yourself. "Shit."

"This okay?" the girl garbles and you pull your knees in, pushing her face deeper into your pussy. She gets the hint and picks up the pace, twisting your nipples so that you arch off the bed. An electric current ripples through you as you cum in her mouth, panting heavily. It was good, but the rogue thought of Shane doing better runs rampant in your mind.

The girl doesn't stay the night; it's almost as if she knows her role in your fucked up experiment. Once she finally cums, the both of you dress and you walk her out. You close and lock the front door before exhaling a long, heavy sigh. The sex was good, but she wasn't Shane. You were nauseated with yourself, desperately trying to think about anything else but her as you shower. This was sick. Real or not, Shane had you in a chokehold.

You needed sleep—real sleep.

You step out of the shower, dry yourself off, and wrap the towel around yourself. Turning off the lights, you exit the bathroom before stepping into your bedroom.

"Who the fuck was that [Y/N]?"

You knew that voice.

Seated at the foot of your bed was the woman you'd seen in your dreams for the past week. Shane. Except, she didn't look like she usually did.

Far from it.

Ram horns protruded from her head and curled around her pointed ears. Fleshy, batlike wings were tucked into her back, and—what the fuck—was that... a tail swishing behind her? None of these features were visible in your dreams... besides those teeth. You must have been too busy fucking yourself on her fingers to notice.

You open and close your mouth, gaping like a fish as you try to form something coherent.

The chance to is lost. Shoving you into the wall, Shane's fingers are squeezing your throat, and her other hand pins your wrists up. Your towel drops and her tail slips around you, gathering your wrists together to free up her other hand. You don't know if the wetness between your thighs is from your shower or arousal.

"Who is she?" she seethes and you are so overstimulated that you can't even comprehend the question being asked. All you can manage is:

"You're real?"

Wrong answer. Her grip tightens and you choke. The corners of your vision begin to darken. Shane bares her teeth in a grimace and the fact that her fangs are a comfort to you is appalling. You clench your thighs together.

"Of course I'm real," she hisses. Her intense gaze drops from your face to your groin, watching your thighs shuffle. Suddenly, her chokehold loosens and you greedily suck in a much-needed breath. It soon turns into a strangled moan as her free hand shoves at your thighs and cups your cunt. Two fingers slide easily through your velvety folds before she looks back up at you.

"You didn't answer my question."

Shane uses her knuckles to pinch your clit and your hips cant forward. This was real; she was real.

"I don't remember her name," you stammer, writhing against the wall as she stares at you. At this point, you don't even remember what she looked like. Shane pauses for a moment as if she's deliberating with herself. She then nods her head, releasing the oversensitive nub before wiping your slick against your thigh. Something possesses you to speak again.

"Shane, are you jealous?" There's a smile in your voice, even when you're the one pinned between her and the wall. Her gaze snaps back up at you and she scowls. Your eyes are gleaming with the realization and you can't stop your dopey grin.

"You are so jealous."

"And you like being manhandled," she quips, causing you to clam up and flush. The pressure on your neck returns and you wheeze, shuddering against the wall. Shane watches you intently, a permanent smirk growing across her face.

"Sue me," you rasp, eliciting a genuine laugh from Shane.

Suddenly, her hand releases your throat. As you cough, you feel both of her hands now on the backs of your thighs, pushing you farther up the wall. Your pussy is at Shane's eye level and she examines your swollen lips intently.

"No human has satisfied me like you have."

You observe her as she dissociates into your cunt, noting the way her fingers bury into the corners of your inner thighs. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, slipping through the top row of her spiky teeth. Shane knows you're watching her and her green gaze flickers back to your face. Her tail slithers up your back.

"But," you begin, furrowing your brows. "You've never let me—"

"I feed off your sexual energy," she states mundanely, as if the two of you were discussing the weather. The tip of her tail slides over your shoulder and begins to wrap itself around your neck. Shane's legs shift and the tail squeezes gently around your throat. You twitch, swallowing a moan. She turns back to watch your pussy as it involuntarily contracts.

"Your pleasure is my sustenance." Shane's face sinks further between your legs as her tail is taut around your neck. "Even if I don't make you cum."

The thought of this encounter playing exactly as your dreams do elicits a frustrated but garbled growl from your lips. Your fingers are threaded in the brunette's hair, death grip tight. It served as a warning with the limited power you had in this situation; Shane was going to finish what she started.

"I like edging you, [Y/N]," she whispers, her teeth gliding across the soft skin of your thigh. "It reminds you how much you still need me."

She snickers at your impatience.

Just like now, the sentence dies on her tongue and reverberates throughout your head. Her mouth envelops your cunt and you gasp, arching into the wall. Shane is everywhere all at once. Her tongue slips through your folds, flicks your clit, and burrows itself inside of you. Her thumbs pull back your labia for better access and you buck your hips as far forward as you can. You yank Shane's head forward and her tail squeezes your neck. Your exhale comes out as a croak and you blink back tears.

"Shane," you warn hoarsely, canting forward desperately. You weren't going to last much longer at this rate.

So she completely recedes. Her lips pull away, but you can feel her breath dissipate on your pussy. The grip on your neck completely loosens; her tail is now draped across your shoulders. Gulping in a ragged breath, you groan.

"Shane!"

She doesn't react.

"Shane, please." You can't believe yourself. You were going to beg a literal demon to make you cum. If you weren't so hyperfocused on your own pleasure, you would have cackled at the absurdity.

But the begging does something to Shane. Her ears twitch and she perks up, staring at you through her lashes.

"Please what?" she simpers, watching you squirm. She bites the flesh of your pubic bone and you yelp. "Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, no matter the cost."

Your mouth goes dry.

"Please," you begin again, chest heaving. "Please don't stop; Shane, I'm so close."

"Yeah? You want to cum for me?" You nod frantically, shifting your legs as her tongue drags across the bruise already forming.

"Yes, for you." A primal switch flips inside Shane and she halts entirely. Her fingers grope your thighs and she allows you to vice her head back between them.

Only for you.

It's exactly what Shane needs to hear before devouring you entirely.

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