OH MY GODDDDDD this entire series is such a masterpiece. love.
⊠MARLEY AND ME âăELLIE WILLIAMSăâ CHAPTER FOUR
pairing: modern!ellie williams x single mom!reader
summary: youâre a single mom just doing the best that she can to make ends meet. ellie canât help but think that you're the kindest, most beautiful girl that sheâs ever met. compared to taking care a little girl that's in her terrible twos, coming to terms with the fact that youâre a lesbian is a walk in the park. awkward first encounters, ellieâs broken gay-dar, and her overwhelming urge to take care of the care-giver. . . the road to domesticity is a long one, but itâs well worth the pining that it takes to get there.
warnings: eventual substance use, no use of y/n (you have nicknames/petnames), the reader is marleyâs biological mother, talk of coming to terms with ones sexuality, mention of a shitty baby daddy ( though there is no co-parenting between them), ellie is a total girl mom, lots and lots of fluff, ellie is an anxious dork in this fic, reader is broke but happy, ellie takes pride in being a provider, this is going to be a multi-part fic, ellie is an absolute simp for the reader since chapter one and will remain her #1 fan.
The knock on the door is to the tune âHead Over Heelsâ- or at least you think it is. Ellie doesnât have enough time to fully get through the chorus before youâre yanking it open, cheeks flushed all pretty and eyes wide. They glitter in the dim sunlight like jewels, staring up at her like she was the one that hung the moon. Ellieâs got that same dumb look on her face; mossy eyes wrinkled at the corners from the force of her smile. You would never know that sheâs been up since seven oâclock in the morning, cramming for an exam that she had aced. Sheâd talked to Joel for the fifteen minutes that it took to get to your house, bragging on and on about how much easier it had been than sheâd initially thought that it would be.
He let her brag. Of course he did. She wasnât quite as talkative as she had been when she was a teenager, but she was still famous for her little tangents. Joel was good at listening, and Ellie? Well, she was a professional yapper. It was a match made in heaven.
Ellie smells like lavender, musk and patchouli incense. The scent of it clings to her hair and clothes. Sheâd mentioned a couple of times that she was a daily smoker, but she made sure to go out of her way to never smell when she was over at your place. The thought of your daughter cuddling to her when she smelled. . . funky made her cringe.
Thereâs a moment of appreciative silence as she stands on your front porch. The two of you just stare at each other, breathing the scent of each other in. The novelty still isnât lost as far as your courting goes either. You canât imagine the nervous butterflies ever going away. Theyâve made a cage out of your ribs, fluttering away madly in your chest.
âHey,â She breathes through her smile, her eyes dancing over your features. âDid I miss anything exciting?â
You look absolutely exhausted. Gorgeous, but exhausted nonetheless. Ellie has noticed that you do a very good job at putting others' needs before your own. Youâd been at work for two whole hours before Ellie had even woken up this morning, and now you felt like you were on autopilot. Youâd walked to your momâs to pick Marley up, gotten her bathed and dressed in little play overalls and now the two of you were spending some quality time together. You could barely keep your eyes open, and yet you knew that you wouldnât be able to get your screaming toddler to sleep for at least another three hours.
âMarles and I are making homemade play-doh right now,â You opened the door wider, tempting her into the house with a sweet smile. Who was Ellie to deny you of all people? âSheâs been excited ever since I told her that you were coming over.â
Marley had taken to Ellie like a bee to honey.
The college student hadnât had too many opportunities to be around children- especially ones as young as Marley was. She was unfamiliar with the tiny sticky hands, drooly mouths and unpredictable attitudes. Still, she was a natural. Marley gravitated towards her. Ellie was sure that the constant presents and sweet treats buttered her up, but she would be selling herself short if she claimed that those were the only reason that your daughter loved her so much.
Your three year old babbled from the kitchen, excitedly trying to piece together a sentence. Ellie closed the door behind herself, only to sweep you up into a bone crushing hug. Your laugh was muffled by the fabric of her soft cotton button up as you nuzzled your face into her neck. Closer, closer, closer. If she could absorb you into her body she would. It was hard to describe the level of admiration she felt for you. It was too early to classify it as âloveâ, but she supposed she did love you and Marley. Being in your house, as small as it was, felt right to her.
âI missed you.â You mumbled, arms fastened tight around her waist.
She barely had enough time to brush a gentle peck to your lips before Marley was bounding around the corner, bare feet slapping against the linoleum floors. Youâd recently learned that wearing socks wasnât a good idea. Your poor little girl had slipped and fallen far too many times for your liking.
Marley had become more comfortable in her body, which meant she was now running, jumping and climbing. Just a year ago you had been relieved that she could walk by herself without you holding her hand, and now keeping her off of your furniture was an impossible task. Nothing had prepared you for the constant changes that came with motherhood. You blinked and suddenly she was sassy and genuinely funny. She complimented you when you were wearing something unusually flashy and wanted you to put blush on her while you were getting the both of you ready so that she could âlook like mommyâ.
You never expected anyone outside of your family and close friends to appreciate your daughter in the same way that you did.
But then there was Ellie.
Self indulgent. Waking up this happy felt sinful.
Your fingers gently glide over her gentle planes and curves, making a map in your mind of every inch of her. Each freckles a continent, each line a river.
You didnât want to wake Ellie, too frightened that you might break whatever magic spell was currently suspended in the air between the two of you. This moment between you felt too good to be true, and that scarred little voice inside of you that you loathed so much was begging you to enjoy this while it lasted.
You were always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Happiness was fleeting. You felt like you didnât deserve whatever was going on between the two of you. Your entire identity for the last three years has been summed up in a singular label: â a motherâ. You were a sexless, wantless, selfless creature meant only to teach and please. How dare you need a night off. How dare you choose yourself over an abusive relationship. How dare you need, want, desire, change.
But this? This was nice.
No, it was better than nice. Great? No. . . It was perfect. She was perfect. And that terrified you. Ellie scared the absolute shit out of you, and yet you couldnât take a step back. It was like you were falling head first for a very, very long time. The ground is nowhere in sight.
You were free falling and you had no clue where you would end up when all was said and done. It felt selfish to put so much effort and care into so many new things at once. Especially since those new things could shatter your heart into a million pieces at any second. You knew that Ellie didnât owe you anything. She was nice enough to give you a chance despite all of your faults. Your baggage had become too heavy for you to hold at times, so how could you ever expect someone else to help pick up the slack?
You werenât even sure what the two of you were doing together. The two of you hadnât put a label on your relationship, but sheâd brought you flowers yesterday when she popped by for a movie night. Sheâd even gotten a small bouquet for Marley, who was far too small to appreciate them for longer than five minutes.
Ellie wasnât your girlfriend, but sheâd slipped Marleyâs shoes on for her before youâd all left the house last night to pick up dinner. Ellie wasnât your girlfriend, but sheâd spent the night with you last night in your bed. Ellie wasnât your girlfriend, but sheâd held you all throughout the night.
She didnât even try to get handsy at all last night, probably having seen the exhaustion written all over your face. She kissed you because she wanted to show you affection. She held you because she wanted to be close.
What you didnât know was that Ellie felt the same way that you did. She was lost as to when to ask the dreaded âwhat are we?â question. The thought of pushing you away or losing you was agonizing, so instead she had deluded herself into thinking that she didnât have to define things. It was clear that she liked you, right?
Sheâd never felt this way about anybody before. This wasnât like any other crushes sheâd had in the past. She felt fresh and new. Ellie even felt like she looked a bit different when she looked in a mirror. There was a glow to her; a sense of happiness that wasnât just rare for her but something that she had once deemed an impossibility. She felt changed for the better.
It was easy to love Marley. It had happened naturally- like breathing. You donât have to remember how to breathe. . . it just happens. With you it was different. Obsessive, maddening, all inhabiting affection. Youâd wrapped your dainty hands around her heart tight, tight, tight. Every skip and butterfly is a gentle reminder that this was something. The both of you are something, and that is enough.
She smiles before she even has her eyes open. She can feel your fingers on her bare arms, and for a second she ponders whether or not sheâs in heaven. . . or perhaps still dreaming. Waking up in your bed, the scent of your shampoo on all of the pillows and your soft hands on her- she could die right there, your room, her tomb. The headboard, her headstone.
âAre you real?â She whispers, her voice hoarse and still thick with sleep. Sheâs looking at you with those great, big green eyes. Your eyes are glued to the small collection of freckles just above her top lip, but you hear her.
âMâ real.â You mumble out a confirmation, propping your head up on your hand so that you can lean over her. You know your hair is a mess. . . but sheâs studying your face with a silent sort of appreciation that has your throat feeling thick with emotion.
Sheâs soft. Ellieâs soft and wants to take care of you. She showers you and your daughter with affection without ever having to be asked to. Why? Because she wants to do it. You find it hard to believe that anyone would want to go out of their way like this. Especially for someone like you. You were a young mother who hadnât gone to college. You lived in a tiny house, operated paycheck to paycheck, and had a few stretch marks on your tummy. You werenât perfect. Not like Ellie deserved.
So why was she looking at you like that?
Oh god, how she stared at you. Her eyes were velvet soft as her eyes flickered over your face, taking in every feature. Sheâd never woken up next to you before. Your bedhead and glassy eyes had her heart blooming with warmth. The ceiling fan had a few strands of your hair falling into your eyes. She took the opportunity to tuck them behind your ear, feeling the softness of your skin. She committed that to memory too.
âI really like this.â Ellie finally admits, bottom jaw quivering a bit. She fiddles with her fingers under your comforter, a nervous habit.
âWhat?â You ask her incredulously. If Ellieâs eyes werenât open sheâd still know you were smiling. She could hear it in the way you spoke, and it had her seeing stars. And Ellie really, really loved stars. âLooking at my bedhead? You better not take any pictures.â You were already smoothing your hair down with your hands, brushing through a few tangles.
She caught your arms, shaking her head the best she could with it still resting on your pillows. âWaking up next to you. Being here with you two- this is really nice.â It was more than nice, but she didnât want to scare you away by coming on too strongly.
You opened your mouth, getting ready to agree with her, but the familiar sound of tiny feet had you sitting up fully so that you could turn and face the doorway. You shot Ellie an apologetic smile, but she merely shook her head, sitting up as well with a small smile. She didnât seem burdened by the existence of your daughter, which was something you werenât used to.
Marleyâs hair was an absolute disaster, per usual. It looked like sheâd been caught headfirst in a tornado,wispy hairs bobbing as she shuffled closer to the bed in her footie pajamas. She had insisted on wearing them last night despite the fact that it wasnât exactly cold enough for them. Her cheeks were pink and it was obvious that she had sweat in her sleep last night. You felt a tinge of guilt for letting her get her way, praying that Ellie didnât think you were a bad mother for giving in so easily to her sweet demands. Sometimes it was impossible to say no to her.
She stood at the side of the bed for a few seconds, eyes still half lidded and dazed with sleep. For a second she just stared at you and Ellie, as if trying to connect the dots that someone else was in your house. It was incredibly unusual to have guests over at the house. . . well, that was before Ellie. Marley climbed up onto the bed, pushing away your eager hands when you tried to reach out for her.
Your little girl was headed straight for Ellie. You bit the inside of your cheek, feigning a look of jealousy when Marley wrapped her tiny arms around the other womanâs neck. Ellieâs eyes widened as she held the small girl to her chest, cheeks growing warm when she realized just how much your daughter liked her. She wanted to blame the constant presents and sweet treats, but that wasnât the case. Marley loved Ellie because she was patient with her. She took the time to sit down with her, ask her questions- hell, Ellie even played with her, which your own mother often wasnât in the mood to do.
âI canât believe you, Marles.â You gasped out, nose wrinkling in faux dismay. You rubbed her arm up and down, trying to gently get her attention. Marley looked up at you through her long lashes, plopping her head down on Ellieâs shoulder in a very dramatic, very Marley fashion.
âShe chose me fair and square.â Ellie boasted, using her hand to try and smooth down her crazy bedhead.
You took a mental picture, eyes pinching at the corners with the force of your smile. Marley had curled herself up into a ball and didnât seem prepared to budge any time soon. Ellie didnât even attempt to hand her off to you. Instead the woman stood up with a small groan, her black sweatpants hanging low on her waist. You tried not to stare at the exposed flesh of her stomach as her tank top rode up but failed miserably. The brunette turned her head to face you, having felt the heat of your gaze, and the both of you exchanged a knowing smile.
âShe has her legs pulled up to her chest,â Ellie said with a chuckle, her arms secured tightly around your child. âYouâre like a little potato.â She pressed a quick kiss to Marleyâs hair when the tiny girl started giggling at the comparison.
âMâ not!â Marley squealed, sticky hands tanging into Ellieâs cropped hair. You watched as she gave her hair a tug, your stomach tensing in panic.
You started to stand up, ready to scold your daughter for her rough treatment, but Ellie was already walking down the hall. You sat in disbelief for a second, questioning whether or not you should go in and check on the two of them. You so rarely had time to yourself like this. It felt wrong to take advantage of this opportunity, but you had a feeling that Ellie had done this on purpose.
Was she trying to drop hints that you looked bad? You were absolutely exhausted last night, so you wouldnât be surprised if your face was a mess and your clothes in disarray. You anxiously raked through your hair, kicking the tangled sheets off of your legs so that you could run to the nearest mirror.
âAre pancakes for breakfast alright?â Ellie had ducked her head back into the bedroom, a beaming Marley still propped up on her hip. You jumped at the sudden voice, glaring in her direction as she chuckled at your expense.
You werenât used to being so hard on yourself as far as your appearance goes. Impressing people, these days, was the last thing on your mind. Ellie felt the same way though. Sheâd be a liar if she said that she hadnât checked herself out in the mirror you had in the living room, anxious that she looked like hammered dog shit after drooling all over your pillow.
The weight of your head on her chest had her sleeping like a damn baby last night. Marley had acted as a wonderful distraction from her own embarrassment, especially when she realized the back of her hair was practically sticking straight up.
What you didnât know was that sheâd never spent the night with a girl. Not romantically, at least. The both of you were in the exact same anxious boat, and while Ellie knew that she was your first, you had no inkling that you were a lot of her firsts as well.
âPancakes?â You parroted back to her, wetting your dry lips.
You began tallying up totals in your head, trying to figure out whether or not you had the cash to grab breakfast. You would like to treat Ellie and Marley. . . but after paying the water and the power bill two days ago, you barely had enough to put gas in your car. You felt your cheeks heating up as you tried to come up with a nice way to say âI donât have the money for pancakesâ without sounding like a shitty adult and an even shittier mother.
Ellie could see the way you were over thinking things, her eyes nervously flickering to your closet. You only had a few articles of clothing for yourself, and yet sheâd never seen Marley wear the same outfit twice. Sheâd seen you with your calculator at the grocery store, nervously staring at a total. She knew that you werenât financially secure- you were a young single mother. The brunette smiled at you, shoving her hands in her pockets as she leaned against the doorframe.
âI make really good pancakes, and it looks like you have everything I need. Marley would be an amazing help too. Sheâd make my job a lot easier.â She rocked back on the heels of her gray socks, biting the inside of her cheek as she looked at you.
You looked nervous, tired, and adorable as hell. Your band t-shirt was rumpled with sleep and you were standing in tiny white socks, all self conscious and overly critical. She wanted to kiss you⊠but she hadnât brushed her teeth.
âLet me go ahead and take her to the bathroom first,â You ran through your daily checklist in your mind, though not forgetting to flash her a thankful smile that nearly had the girlâs legs buckling. âOh! Uh. . . I have an extra toothbrush. You can have it. Do you want to use the restroom first? Itâll give me some time to get her outfit together for the day.â
Ellie wanted to be selfless and tell you that she didnât want to go first, but her breath was probably stale and the last thing she wanted was for you to be grossed out by her. She couldnât fuck this up. She refused to.
You found Marley in her bedroom, having already strewn toys around the room. You let out a small huff of breath, realizing that today was probably going to be a rough one. Each day was different with your little girl. One day she was a perfect angel, only doing what she was told. Other days. . . well, rambunctious didnât fully encompass her level of energy. Today was going to be one of those days.
âAlrighty, Marles! Letâs pick out a pretty outfit, alright?â You started to walk to her closet, but froze as she began shaking her head. âYou donât want to put on a dress? Or what about some overalls so you can play better?â
âNo!â She screamed, running to the other side of her room so that she could grab a few more stuffed animals off of her bed. She tossed those on the ground too, even going as far as to plop down on the floor.
You had hoped that Ellie wouldnât see this. At least. . . not so soon into the relationship. If she couldnât accept Marley on bad days like this then you knew she wasnât the right person for you, but still- you had hoped to slowly introduce this lifestyle to her. Not flat out throw her to the metaphorical wolves. Or. . . to Marley. You felt your bottom lip quiver, but you caught it between your teeth, giving it a few nervous chews before you sat down next to her.
âDo you want to stay in your pajamas?â Your tone was nothing but loving and patient. You were used to this, but Ellie wasnât. You could only pray that she could accept you. All of you.
âYes! Please, mommy.â She was getting better at articulating her thoughts and feelings. You found it impossible to deny her when she spoke to you like this. Especially when she asked politely.
So you found herself nodding, flashing her a megawatt smile that she happily returned. You could make a special day out of this. Pancakes and pajamas? It sounded heavenly.
âYouâre so polite, baby girl! Alright, weâll stay in our pajamas today. How about that? And Ellie said that youâre going to help her make breakfast. Are you going to be a big help?â
âYeah.â She replied, already focused on the baby doll in front of her.
Her hands were still stained a little pink from making the play-doh last night. Once she remembers that she has that to play with too, you can only imagine the mess sheâll make on your dining room table.
Youâre beautiful and patient. Ellie watches the two of you interact from the hallway, her breath all minty and her smile all wide. She thinks that she can live like this forever.
And she prays that she gets to.
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gamer!ellie would play detroit become human and constantly choose the most aggressive options n' her favorite character is prbly hank. definitely starts saying 'my name is connor. the android sent by cyberlife." directly behind you just to spook you. oh and she would so get a cosplay of his suit PLEASE IMSGINE ELLIE IN HIS SUIT.
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fuckin loveee period sex idccc
repost the period vampire ellie fic!
middle of the night,, vamp!ellie
a/n: this is a repost from early this year so excuse any change in writing style!
warnings: vampire!ellie. period sex. oral!r receiving fingering!r receiving. sort of a dreamy, less modern vibe. if u arenât into it.. just donât read it.
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Some times--Most times, you only saw her at night. When darkness enveloped the small town you called home, when the stars rocked the sleepy eyed humans to sleep and the moon hummed the lullaby that quieted the crickets outside, she came.
Only then did you ever hear the distinct creaking of the splitting wood on your window panes being pressed up. Only then did the white of your sheer curtains move with more than the wind, the grip of the air nothing compared to the long hand that often wrapped around the fabric and pushed it open. When the moon was the only light filtering into your room, you saw the green of her eyes.
Tonight was no different, despite one little issue. Often, the woman who visited you under the cover of midnight would arrive to your eyes closed in sleep. She would press a hand to your warm cheek before waking you, greeted by your sleepy excitement each time.
This time, you had not been able to sleep. A heat had taken over your body, tight in your stomach with a pain you would compare to that of claws gnawing at your insides. Sweat beaded between your brows with every swift turn under your uncomfortable sheets, lip tugged between your frustrated teeth to stop any whines of discomfort. That had been what your favorite visitor heard as her shaking palms found the wood of your window. Your pained grunts floated through her buzzing ears as she quietly made her way into your room, auburn hair messy behind her ears as her figure became visible, head tilted as she looked across the room to your heated body.
âEl,â you whined, wiping your forehead with a hand, not at all concerned about her chosen point of entry. âGo away.â
Ellieâs gaze softened, a scoff sounding from behind your squeezed shut eyes. âGo away?â she mused, her voice much closer now.
The split second your eyes had been closed, Ellie had somehow silently made it to your bedside. You don't question it, you never do.
When a girl like Ellie sports small fangs and a taste for blood, her speed is the last thing you think to question.
âI don't feel well, donât want you here.â you add, mouth pulled into pout as you look up at the freckled face of Ellie.
âWhy donât you tell me whatâs wrong, bunny? Instead of shooing me away,â Ellie requests, sitting on the edge of your bed. Her cold hand finds your sweaty arm, sighing. âYouâre burning up.â
Your neck tickles with heat as Ellie questions your current state, and you fall wordless. Somehow, it was more embarrassing to admit to your vampire visitor that you were starting your period than to simply tell her to leave. Obviously however, Ellie was not taking the second option as a valid answer.
âI started my period, nothing is helpinâ the cramps,â you explain softly, pressing your hand into the sheets of your bed to try and sit, to maybe find some sort of relief to the growing tension in your stomach. But the other set of hands is faster.
âLay down,â Ellie insists, glancing down at you. You can almost see the cogs of her brain turning behind the evergreen in her eyes, a sort of fogginess settling over the color.
âLet me help you,â she eventually says.
âWhat? I told you nothi-â
Ellie presses her lips together to hush you, one wandering hand finding the dip of your hip, blunt nail tracing the goosebump coated flesh there. Sometimes she liked being so cold, simply because she enjoyed seeing how you reacted to it. If she was damned for what she was, she may as well use some of it to her advantage.
âWhat are you doing?â You couldn't help the shiver that followed her movements.
Suddenly your mouth feels dry, tongue unable to wet the plump fat of your lip. The scratching in your throat finds no comfort when you swallow, only further irritating your vocal chords. A choked noise finds the heavy bedroom air as fingers tug at your cotton shorts.
âHelping you,â Ellie repeats, her own mouth much more wet than yours. Even in the dim light of the moon you can see the glistening dew on her parted lips. Usually the look she currently wears is saved only for when her pearly teeth find the sensitive and already scarred skin of your neck. Not for.. this.
Your hands immediately slap to your heated cheeks. âOh my god Ellie, no fucking way.â
The vampire, who had now moved below you on the bed, hums in disagreement to your little show of kicking feet, a hand too strong to be that of a human halting all movements.
âWe always have fun when I come over,â The freckles of her face disappear as she glances down, fully pulling down your shorts.
âNot when Iâm on my period,â you hiss quietly, the words feeling cracked and embarrassed as they leave your mouth. You could deny the growing arousal in your belly simply by how *mortified* you felt. Even with the churning feeling of deeply settled embarrassment, you make no further moves to stop Ellie. Not as the shorts fall to the floor with a dull thump.
âItâll help,â Ellie soothes, the near frigid temperature of her hand calming the heat that rises on the skin of your legs. âHavenât you heard things like this help with cramps?â
The words that are spoken almost teasingly fall upon deaf ears as her wet lips press right above your knee. âPlease,â the auburn haired girl whispers, sounding a lot more breathy than before. âPlease, let me taste you. Let me make you feel better. â
Ellie had a tendency to become a little less cold, figuratively at least, when she found her body nestled between your own. The unwavering voice you had grown oh so accustomed to always slid into a more mushy sounding version whenever it got intimate. Today, it seemed even worse. The words dripped with the sweet sounds of neediness, a sound that tasted sweet on your tongue, which swiped nervously over your dry lips.
âEl..â Another kiss pressed further up the flesh of your warm thigh broke any following denial. âFuck..â your chin wobbles, almost too embarrassed to actually say your following words, âYea. Please help.â
You were sure if you believed something was watching down on you from the sky, it was with horror. Some people may call what Ellie was doing sinful. The angels in the clouds would shrilly gasp as fingers wrapped around your panties and tugged them and everything else from your bottom half, tossing them into the growing pile of clothes. Her shirt came next, the simple white cloth acted as something to watch as it pulled off of her chest, likely to avoid any mess. Some may call the sight of her dipping down again, green eyes looking up at your quivering lip, sinful. Maybe it was, surely the mewl you made when her lips found the heated flesh of your inner thigh was. But if you had to describe it, that wasn't the word you would use. You may even swear it was heavenly.
âRelax,â Ellie drawled, spreading your thighs further apart, despite the slight tremble to them. âIâve got you, don't worry,â her voice soothed you enough to tilt your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes closed. The embarrassment simmered low in your belly, even more so when you could feel the arousal that dripped from you, which your vampire visitor had no problem pointing out. âSo wet for me,â she groaned, lips still refusing to find home anywhere other than your thighs. Teeth sharper than your own nipped at the skin there, bucking your hips up. âYou want this, donât you?â
It was an obvious request for another confirmation of what was to come, but your chest felt too tight to reply, no air finding your lungs the moment her breath hovered over your pulsing core. âTell me you want it,â she requests again, voice dipping into a softer territory again, searching for your approval. Her resolve was cracking however, jaw clicking as she tried her best not to dive straight into where she craved to be.
âI do,â you whine, eyes still closed as you answered, words met with the quick and overwhelming feeling of her tongue pressing flat against your wet center. You couldnât think too hard about the fact she was doing this right now, not when the sharp gasp had come from two mouths instead of one, a quick call of, âFuck,â from only you this time followed. Ellie had no words, not as her tongue made another long stripe up your pussy, going much slower than you liked. It led one small roll of your hips down into her, a sign for what you searched for.
It resulted in a hand gripping your hip, pressing you further down into the mattress, ceasing any attempt to control the movements. Her mouth pressed further into you, licking at the same excruciatingly slow pace, seemingly taking her time to enjoy the taste she found between your thighs. âEl,â you gasp, eyes fluttering open to glance down at her. However her eyes were closed, another press further into you came, her nose bumping your clit as she licked into you. The rush it brings is almost enough to completely paint over the lingering cramping in your stomach.
The dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure seeps into your bones, making you feel too heavy to do much else than move a hand to find Eliieâs hair, fingers tangling between the auburn strands. You tried again to guide her movements, but she was much stronger than you, paying little mind to the shaky hand that tugged at her locks.
âTaste so fuckin..â she sucked in a breath, unable to keep from dipping back into your folds, humming. âSo fuckinâ good,â she finishes, words reverberating against your throbbing core. It had you trying to squirm, held down by the stone light weight of Ellieâs grip. The deeper she licked, the more you fought against her. Your body ached the do something.. anything to find comfort in the overwhelming feeling of her still slow pace. The fingers in her hair tugged again, finding a low groan in response.
The air of the room had already been heavy on your feverish skin, but now it was nearing a state of unbearably humid. Every time Ellieâs tongue made a particularly aimed movement you felt another round of fire straight in the mess that was your clenching core. It all felt so heightened, so much better. The sticky feeling on your skin did not slow either of you down, and you had little care for the sweat beading on your flesh. Not when your favorite girlâs lips were doing such mind numbing things to you.
Had you told your past self, even that of just an hour ago, that you would have allowed it to happen.. They would have laughed in your heated face. The past version of you would have sworn up and down, prayed up to the mysterious sky, that this would never happen. But now- now you have no room for denial or regret. Your mind was becoming too cloudy to house thoughts of shame, questions of if this was right. Because it felt right. The slick sound of Ellieâs mouth against you sounded right, as did your little huffs and puffs that you couldn't hide. The cramps had subsided in tandem with the tightening band in you. But you needed more, and you were gone past a point of being embarrassed to ask for it.
âI need..â you try to speak, but Ellieâs lips wrapping around your clit is the cause of the death of the forming words. A jolt of your hips is one finally strong enough to rupture the heavy hold of the vampireâs hand. Your lame attempt at a command did not go unheard by Ellie, who for the first time since this began, pulled herself away from your cunt. Her eyes darted up, looking to meet your own. But you were far too focused on something else. Her lips were glassy with your wetness, which she licked without a second thought. But the usual clear sheen that you had been no stranger to seeing on her face was more of a rosy color, a stark reminder of the reason this had begun in the first place. The slight tint of red smeared onto her chin, across the corners of her mouth, and it was oh so addicting to see. You felt no lingering shame, no shiver of disgust. Instead it made you feel even more desperate to have her against you again, but first you had to listen to her speaking. âNeed what, babe?â
The urge to simply shove her face right back into your cunt flipped through the pages of scenarios in your head, but the moonlight that painted the side of your loverâs face, illuminating the red paintbrush stroke of you, had you a little too separate to risk such a bratty action.
âI need more, El. Need to cum,â you manage to whine, one light push of her head to prove your point. Ellie dipped her head down again, pressing small kisses to your sticky inner thighs. âJust love taking my time with you,â she muttered, a few more pecks planted on you were a search for forgiveness, one you graciously accepted with a loud moan when the lips finally found your clit again.
Ellie seemed to take your beg to heart, the hand that held your hip slowly dipping between your thighs. Her searching fingers met just below her chin, one long digit sliding over your slit, teasing the weeping hole with a slight press. The air feels like it has been punched from your lungs when the finger sinks into you, just as evil as her mouth as it curls into you the exact moment her lips suck a little harder. You were sure she was looking to torture you with how slowly the finger pumped in and out, working and exploring around your walls that gripped around her so tightly.
You had always heard the mythical vampire was sadistic. Ellie had never been much of that, but with ever slow movement into your aching cunt, you began to believe the whispers. Your head turned lightly to stare at the open window, the stars that dipped in the night sky were surely spotlighting your body splayed out on the bed, the auburn haired vampire between your thighs was quite the show for all the celestial beings up in the night air, every single being held its breath and watched on, you were sure of it. You didn't blame the stars, or the moon, or whatever else may have their attention focused on this tantalizing sight. If you could, you would float right out of your body to watch on yourself.
Surely you looked a mess, chest heaving with the heat of the air, with the heat of Ellie. Your limbs shook just lightly, your fingers knotted your companions hair, the messy pile of clothes on the floor, the red that painted her cheeks. Surely it would make your cheek turn bashfully if you could see it. Maybe this was sinful. The little dip into your rushing thoughts is ended with the raspy tone of Ellieâs voice.
âRelax, bunny. Gotta relax for me,â Ellie cooed against you, a few more languid presses into your cunt causing you to finally loosen around her, coupled by the continuing ministrations from her mouth on your clit. Soone another finger joins the mix, the large fingers stretching you just right. She reaches spots that have you remembering the stars you had just seen behind the black of your squeezed shut eyes, a pathetic cry falling from your lips. This reaction only encourages her to continue, the pace of her suckles and thrusts into you speed up. It's harsher everytime she plunges into you, your hips moving lightly with the pure force.
âThatâs my girl, there you go,â she compliments after a long moan, the words causing another clench around her fingers. You let out another string of incoherent whines and moans, grinding down into her messy face and fingers. Somewhere in the back of your mind you cursed yourself and Ellie for the certainly ruined bedspread under your ass, but it seems like the much smaller issue when you had *this* to focus on. You were nearing your peak, and it was no secret. Your grinds against Ellie became sloppy, ununiformed and more needy than before. No words could form on your tongue, only whimpers and unintelligible begs.
The vampire never lets up, curling her fingers, your walls clenching. her teeth grazed against your clit lightly enough to have you trembling, whining softly. She knows your body as well as you do, every small sign you were reaching the final moments before your world would explode. She knew what moves of her fingers would have your legs shaking, knew where to press, how hard to go. She was no stranger to making you cum, and she definitely was on the mission to make it happen now. Her free hand grips your thigh, pushing you even more impossibly open for her, fingers pressing into you harshly enough to draw another cry. She readjusts slightly, sinking even deeper into your folds. âCâmon,â Ellie whispers, the word slightly broken, shaky and pleading. Pleading as if she needed you to come as much as you did.
Maybe she did, because the moment your back arched, a near pornographic moan filling the heavy air, spilling out of the window and swirling against the peeping eyes of the stars and moon, she moaned with you. Her fingers still within you as you gushed around her, her lips still pressed to your clit. But as your thighs shook, she slid the fingers out and replaced them with her tongue again. The pink muscle flattened against your slit again like it had earlier, this time with no attempt at going slow.
If anything, she was ravenous. Every drop your pulsing center gifted her, she sucked down like she needed it, ignoring your desperate whines of overstimulation. You attempted lamely to press her head away with the hand still tangled in her scalp, but it was no use. The pleasure of her tongue was much too overwhelming to fight.
After a moment that felt like hours, she pulled away. Her tongue licked over her lips again, collecting the rosy colored cum from where it smudged there. Her eyes stayed on your own blinking irises as her fingers raised to her already messy lips. They were coated with the same mixture of red and clear shining wetness, and she sunk them into her mouth with a moan. The debautchary that took place in front of your eyes should have your stomach queasy, should have your legs closing and pressing far away from Ellie.
But of course it doesn't, instead you watch on with morbid curiosity, watching her tongue curl around her fingers, sucking the last bits of you, leaving a glistening layer of her own spit behind. She found no shame in this situation, no shame in drinking down evey single thing you would give her, so why should you?
âFuck,â you breathe, eyes transfixed on the fingers as they fall from her lips and down to her lap, her eyes back on your own. She makes a move to crawl over you, arms locking you in from either side.
âJust got a taste of you bunny,â she mumbles, nudging her head into the crook of your neck.
Her lips pressed there, and this time you could feel her fangs under the plump fat of her lip. âGonna let me have more?â she questioned.
Of course you would, of course you did. As you tilted your neck for her, the curtain to the side of you blew in the wind, and you closed your eyes.
âYes.â
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this was soooo fucking good in every way...scratched an itch inside of me đ
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vampire! reader x human! ellie williams
â and you can take my flesh if you want girl, but baby donât abuse it. these voices in my head screaming run now, iâm praying that theyâre human. â
synopsis; heartbroken, for having lost the love of her life, in one of her multiple sleepless nights, the danger creeps through her open window, hungry, famished for blood⊠a danger with your face.
cw; +18 content! minors dni!! angst (with happy ending), blood, breeding kink, praise kink, praising, dirty talking, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (e! receiving), fingering (f receiving), tribbing, cum eating, dirty talking, dry humping, teasing, overstimulation, blood kink, blood drinking, bitingâŠ
That night was like any other. Ellie laying there in absolute darkness and silence, staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep to no avail. She had been crying all day. Like the last 6 days. Unable to stop thinking about you, her girlfriend, who had disappeared almost a week ago with no trace behind. It had all been her fault. If only she had given you a lift that night after the cinema⊠If only she had insisted when you said you wanted to take a walk back to the apartment⊠Maybe you would be safe now. Maybe you would be knocking at her door, sleeping beside her⊠She would be hugging you, kissing you, saying i love you to you in the morningsâŠ
But suddenly, she heard something bumping through the night at the salon of her apartment. Her eyes widened as every single muscle of her body froze in place, expecting, awaiting for the sound to fill the space once again so she could be sure that it was real and not just another trick of her tired mind. Her breathing was quiet, so quiet she may have even stopped breathing at all.
She jumped out of bed when she heard more bumping and crashing down the hall, all six senses on alert and ready to fight. â2:45â her clock read. Someone was inside her apartment, someone who wasnât supposed to be inside.
âShit.â she muttered, eyes quickly looking for something to defend herself. Her mind was working on full speed, âtill her switchblade came to it. Her hands were shaking when she took it in between her fingers, steps silent and careful as she walked towards her door, swinging it open as she heard ruffling from the kitchen.
As she grew closer to it, the refrigeratorâs light filled the room and allowed her to see the window she had left just the slightest open, so the apartment wouldnât get too hot, completely open, the curtains dancing with the wind that came through and inside.
Carefully, she neared the end and corner of the hallway, peeking just the slightest just to see someone rumbling through her fridge, tossing things out of it, breaking glass jars and containers in the process all around the floor. Ellie almost cursed. She couldnât really see the person, head fully inside the fridge, only a pair of really dirty and torn shorts with messy shoes on sight. Nice, probably a fucking drug addict or psycho. And the phone was just beside the door, across the goddamn kitchen. She would be seen before she could get to it.
She would have to take care of it on her own.
She slowly approached the intruder, knife in hand and silent steps, though her heart jumped on her chest when the person rumbling through her bridge suddenly stopped, froze on the spot. Ellieâs eyes widened, she was feet away from them. There was no possible way she had been heard, right?
Oh but she hadâŠ
Her breath hitched when the intruder took a grip on the fridgeâs door. Fingers curling, sharp and blood stained nails screeching on the metal.
âOh shit.â she said, quickly turning around towards the door to run. Run as faster as she could. âCause she knew that whatever it was that was inside her apartment wasnât human. Not anymore.
However, she couldnât reach the exit, faster that the human eye, the intruder blocking her way before she could even take a single step.
She stumbled backwards, tripping over a carpet and falling to the floor, knife scattering away from her grip and reach. âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuckâŠâ she cursed, her heart hammering against her ribs when the creature stepped closer, her trying to get away, talons digging in the rug. Soon enough, she found herself cornered against the kitchenâs little aisle. She screamed when it lounged itself towards her, straddling her lap, face incredibly close to hers. The light from outside doors made it imposible to figure out its face. Her eyes widened when one of its hands rose towards her face, sharp nails inching closer to her skin. She knew she had to move, now.
In a quick movement, she got herself on top of the intruder this time, one of her hands gripping its wrists to keep it from scaping or moving.
All the words died in her throat when her eyes found those which she had stared into with so much love years on end. Those same eyes that stared up at her in complete silence, fear, embarrassment... ây/n?â she inquired, voice just above a whisper, strangled, hurtâŠ
You looked away before she could look too closely, eyes shut and teary, though it didnât work since her warm touch tried to cup your cheek, your hands quickly darting to push her away âDonât touch me!â and âfaster than she could followâ crashing against the furthest wall. Your voice was hoarse, terrified⊠Ellie just stared at you, shock crushing her veins as tears down her cheeks.
It was you.
You clothes were a mess, all bloody and torn on the places youâve been attacked, hair locks sticking together due to the pool of blood your body had rested on your last moments, skin paler than the moon and colder than pure ice and your eyes⊠Those eyes that she so adored⊠Were the color of the purest vermillion she had ever seen. But it was you.
She tried and step closer to you, try to ask where had you been. What had happened. But you rose one of your hands to keep her from doing so, stopping her on her tracks. âDonât.â
ây/n, baby, pleaseâŠâ she tried.
âPlease donât.â you begged her, voice breaking in sobs. âIâm a monsterâŠâ you said, hiding your face, your arms surrounding your body, as if you could hide yourself from her eyes.
She should be confused, and she was, but the fact that you were there, alive, that you were there, back at her, the fact that she could see you one more time, hear your voice⊠Healed her broken heart, made all that sadness inside of her, choking her, disappear.
Her hands reached for her abandoned phone on the aisle, sending a âcode redâ message to the group she shared with you and her best friends before putting it back down. Emergency. Making counts, theyâd be there in less than 20 min with Dinaâs car.
You flinched when she took a step closer, hands raising to your ears. âStop.â you muttered, but she took yet another step. You could hear everything, from the energy buzzing on the refrigerator, to the flapping of batsâ wings outside the window, the walking of little insects on the gravel, the sound of her tears rolling down her cheeks, her shaky breathing, her quickened heartbeat, the rushing of her blood, the pulse on her neckâŠ
You pushed yourself even harder against the wall, as if you could melt with it, scape.
ây/n, please⊠Look at meâŠâ she pleaded, she was now just inches away from you. âPlease babyâŠ, look at me.â
âStay away!â you screamed, eyes fully open, red showing against the white. It was then when she saw them; the fangs. White, sharp, deadly fangs that shone under the moonlight, threatening, trying to scare her away. You quickly turned your face away, hiding it.
She knew she should be terrified, all those voices in her head screaming ârun nowâ, but she only could think about how beautiful you were.
Your hands pushed against her chest when her hand gently cupped your cheek, brushing your cheek bone, her warmth contrasting against the coldness of your skin and making you shiver.
âDonât look at me, Iâm horribleâŠâ you cried, having nowhere to run when she fully cupped your face, making you stare right at her.
âYouâre beautiful.â she muttered, shaking her head, her face so close you could count her beautiful and curly eyelashes. âSo fucking beautifulâŠâ you watched her lean in, no fear in her eyes as she stared at your chapped lips.
She needed to kiss you. Needed to make sure that this wasnât just another one of her dreams, that you were there, back into her arms. That you were still hers, just as she was yours.
Sadly, the sound of car tires against the asphalt brought you two back to the present, and then, knocking in the door. Multiple of them. Dina and Jesse.
âEllie!!!â Dina called out for her, all the sudden noise making you get startled when Jesse started to scream too. If she didnât open up soon theyâd woke up the neighbors.
âDonât move.â she said, and with a chaste kiss on your forehead she stepped away. You found yourself missing her touch, her warmth, her smell⊠But also felt relief. Relief that she wasnât just mere inches away from you. âCause the only thing you could focus on was in the way the blood in her veins called out for you. Lured you in. Your throat itched, something deep within you begging for just a little taste. You didnât understand what was going on. The heightened senses, the sensibility, the incredible new speed and strengthâŠ
The last thing you could remember was pain. So much pain⊠And blood, of yourself full aware of your imminent death. Next thing you know? You had woken up in the woods near your town, alone. You didnât know for how long youâd been asleep, but it felt like ages.
Finally, youâve crawled your way back into town and somehow found Ellieâs apartment. You didnât know what had happened. Had you died? Why were you alive? The only thing you knew was that there was something wrong with you. It only took you a glance to yourself on one of her windows to see that.
âWhat is it?!? Whatâs wrong!?â Dina inquired as she quickly stepped inside the apartment, bat on hand and ready to swing.
âGuys-â
âWhere is the motherfucker? Iâll take care of it.â Jesse said, stepping up with a gun in hand.
âThere is no intruder.â Ellie tried to calm them down.
And you could see their bodies relaxing a little bit, muscles not as stiff anymore. Relief.
âThen what is it?â Dina asked, but before the auburn head could answer, you had stepped out of the shadows.
âItâs me.â They got startled by the sudden intrusion in their conversation, ready to fight once again, but when the light that seeped in through the open door of her apartment made you visible, their weapons dropped.
âyây/n?â they were in shock, frozen in space. In time. Were you real or were they all having a collective hallucination?
You looked at them and gave them a weak smile, insecure, afraid. And that was when they realized that you were indeed real. That it was you.
âOh my god.â Dina sobbed, covering her mouth with her hands.
They were quick to try and approach you, but Ellie was quicker to step in between to stop them as you staggered backwards.
âWoah, easy.â she rose her hands, eyebrows quirked in a warning. You hid behind her, feeling overwhelmed. They stared at her in confusion. âWe need to talk.â
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ââŠâ
âWhat the hell?!â Jesse inquired, in shock.
âSo⊠You donât remember anything?â Dina inquired, as shocked as her boyfriend, who faced you as you sat on Ellieâs couch.
âNothing.â you nodded, eyes squinting at the light above your head. Head throbbing. You could hear it buzzing. âI just⊠Suddenly there was a lot of pain. And blood everywhere. And then nothing.â
âShouldnât we⊠Get her to a hospital or something?â Jesse spoke up, winning a âreally?â gaze from the girls. âOkay! Iâm sorry!â he rose his hands. âNot every day someone dies and comes back from the dead, you know?â he mumbles, barely a whisper.
âMaybeâŠâ Dina started, and everyone looked at her with expecting eyes, as if she had finally might found an answer to whatever is going on. âMaybe not.â she backed up and they sighed.
Your eyes quickly darted to the window when you caught the sound of crickets, they were like sirens ringing right beside you. You tugged your legs closer to your chest, teeth bitting down on your nails.
âAnd now she has thisâŠ, super powers.â Jesse squinted, and Ellie nodded. âLike Superman?â he inquired.
âNo. Or yes? I donât know!â your girlfriend sighed, obviously stressed and overwhelmed by the situation. The conversation only heated up even more after that.
âYou donât know?!â
âNo.â
âHow come you donât know?!â
But you werenât truly listening. Too focused on everything you could catch. The sound of all their breathings, the sound of a couple of fighting cats in the distance, the wind whistling thought the trees branches, your own blood painfully pumping through your dried veinsâŠ
âToo much.â you mumbled.
âDude. Iâm telling you. I know about music, not supernatural shit.â
âGuysâŠâ Dina tried and stopped them from fighting.
âBut you found her!â Jesse ignored her.
The intensity of the light below you, the feeling of your skin glued to your muscles, the tickling of your hairâŠ
âToo much.â you repeated, teeth breaking the skin of your fingers.
âShe was the one that found me!!â
âJesse, stop.â Dina said, and then everyone was talking over everybody.
You could see the pulse on their neck, their veins pressing against their skin. So vulnerable⊠So easy⊠You could almost taste it on your tongue. Itâs sweetness, itâs thick and warm consistence sliding down your throat.
âStop!!!!â your scream almost ripped your throat, so loud you swore you had woken up the whole neighborhood.
They all backed up a little when your red eyes met theirs and your fangs showed up. Dina and Jesse couldnât help the way their hands twitched with the need to raise their weapons.
You covered your ears when the sound of their quickened hearts pushing against their ribcages got louder, groaning.
âFuck.â you whimpered, hiding your face. âIâm sorry.â you cried out, voice strained. âI didnât- I didnât mean toâŠâ and just as Ellie was about to step closer you stoped her. âNo. Please donât.â you curled on yourself, pressing your hands against your face, sobbing. âIâm so hungry.â you cried, suddenly, and if you werenât that serious about it, you would have laughed about the stupidness of your words. But you felt like dying.
Every goddamn cell on your body burned, begged⊠Something deep inside you aching to bite, tear⊠Teeth hurting, fangs growing. You stood up, and in a blink of an eye you were back on her fridge. They seemed surprised, cause you were quicker that the light itself.
Glass broke under your shoes as you searched inside for something that you could eat. Anything. Thatâs when you smelled it. That sweet metallic smell. Your shaky hands threw everything aside, mouth watering at the sight of a full raw and big steak. Meat. Fresh and bloody cow steak.
Stumbling against the kitchen aisle, you tore down the plastic that enveloped it, nails digging on the softness of it. You couldnât even think. Hand quick to tear the meat to pieces and push it inside your mouth. You looked like a predator, blood dripping down your lips and chin, down to your chest and onto your torn tee. You hummed, eyes bloodshot and bluish veins growing under your eyes as you fed on it. You sighed, throwing your head backwards, feeling relief yet still not getting rid of that aching deep inside your bones.
When your eyes met your friendsâ, they were wide open, speechless. They were frozen in place, feet glued to the floor as they watched droplets of blood soak the aisle.
It was then, when you realized what you had done.
And the only thing that you could mutter was a âWhatâs happening to me?â
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You were completely silent, sat inside a bathtub full of warm water, Ellie gently washing your hair for you, her own on a low bun as she concentrated on taking every last bit of blood and dirt out of your locks and body.
It was around 4AM. Dina and Jesse had gone home, promising to come back in a few hours after getting some sleep to start thinking about an explanation and a plan to explain your survival and new life style.
âI canâŠâ you tried to say, but she hushed you, gently washing off the shampoo on your hair and the blood on it. You felt relaxed. You should be feeling overwhelmed, since you could smell Ellie everywhere, but just by having her by your side you felt⊠Safe. Better. Although scared⊠Better.
âLet me.â she soothed you, giving you a soft smile. You shivered when her fingertips brushed your hair away, head lolling to the side and onto your shoulder. Your skin burned where her warm touch resided. âYou alright?â she asked, pouring more water onto your back to wash away the soap from your body.
You hummed, silently allowing her to take care of you through the whole process of washing you clean and rolling you up on a towel to keep you warm as she drained all the dirty water before drying you up.
Her eyes never left your face as she did so, even though you were completely naked in front of her, she only focused on you, on dressing you up on the comfiest clothes she could find on her closet and combing your hair. You swore you had fallen in love yet once again.
You caught her attention when your hands gripped softly her shoulders, her eyes leaving your hair to find yours. âWhat is it, baby?â she inquired, and you felt tears pooling on your eyes, âcause she treated you like always, like she did before you died, before you turned into this⊠Monster.
You didnât say anything, you didnât have to, it was all in your eyes. You felt like melting against her when she got rid of the comb on her hand to hug you closer to her by your waist. You gasped, cause just the simple feeling of her hands was so intense⊠Her breath against your lips, her hands, her body pressed tightly against you⊠That you had to pull away before she could kiss you.
âSorry.â you muttered against her chest, fisting the fabric of her soft tee. She only smiled, shaking her head.
âLetâs go to bed, hm? You need to sleep.â she pressed a little kiss on your forehead before taking your hand and guiding you towards your room.
She tucked you in but didnât get inside the bed. âYou arenât staying?â you rose to your elbows as she walked to the door.
âI thoughtâŠâ her mouth opened and closed before continuing, unsure. âI thought about leaving you the bed for tonight so you can-â
âI donât wanna be alone.â you cut her off, surprising her. âIâŠâ and before you could continue, she was already by your side. Holding you close. Holding you as if sheâd fall apart if she let you go. As of youâd disappear if she let go of you.
You shook in her arms and she was about to pull away, but you hugged her back, trying to not let the overwhelming feeling of her being so close to you prevent you from finally being back into her arms.
âIs this okay?â she muttered softly on your ear, hearing your shaky breathing. You were burning, her warm body tightly pressed against your freezing one, skin tingling where her fingers rested.
You didnât know how much time you stayed like that. Minutes turned into hours, and soon enough, she had fallen asleep. She was finally sleeping, for the first time in days. And you? You couldnât even close your eyes.
Whatever you did, all you could see, smell and feel was Ellie. She was making your senses collapse, getting you high as if she were some kind of drug you craved with every fiber of your being.
You could hear her steady and slow heartbeat, feel her soft breathing against your neck, making your skin grow in goosebumps. Your lips mere inches from hers. Against the pulsing vein that called your name with every thump of her heart. Suddenly, that aching deep within you that had subsided after your âmealâ, came back, making your throat grow dry and mouth water. You only needed to lean just a little bit closer, erase the few inches that separated your lips from her neck andâŠ
In a quick movement you were out of the bed and far away from her, hands covering your mouth as you felt that incredible hunger threatening you to break your bones.
You grunted as you staggered away from the room and outside the apartment, the freezing air of the night hitting your already dead cold skin, yet you couldnât feel it.
âWhatâs wrong with me?â you muttered in between sobs. âWhy⊠Why me?â you broke down, unable to stop your crying.
This wasnât supposed to go this way. You were supposed to rest knowing that you had loved, loved so hard you couldnât breathe. That you died knowing what true love was. You werenât supposed to come back, you werenât supposed to be turned into this⊠Thing. This monster that scared your friends, a monster that can only think about her girlfriendâs blood on its lips.
Your eyes squinted when a sudden beam of sunlight hit your face. Sunrise. It hurt your eyes, really badly, so you forcefully had to wipe your tears and get back inside, where Ellie was already waiting for you, fully awake. You almost cursed.
âHeyâŠâ she whispered, getting closer to you. âWhere did you go? I woke up and you werenât there anymore.â she was soft, concerned. And it only made you feel worse. Sicker.
âI just went outside for a little. Needed some air.â you gave her a weak smile, eyes resting on the hand that stroke your arm, on the veins on her wrists.
You suddenly felt dizzy. So dizzy you almost fell if it werenât for the auburn haired, who caught you on time.
âWoah woah, you okay baby?â she inquired, and you nodded.
âYeah, sorry.â you lied. âI just felt dizzy all of a sudden.â
âHere, sit down.â she helped you get to the couch, never letting go of you. âJesse and Dina will be here soon, I just got a call from them.â she said, pulling a blanket on top of you. âWeâll make you feel better soon, alright? I promise. Weâll fix this.â she kissed your forehead, the feeling of her lips lingering on your skin, burning. You almost begged for more.
But you knew you couldnât have more, âcause it would never be enough.
You knew you couldnât have enough. You couldnât âcause you knew itâd consume you.
âWeâve got it! Weâve got it!â you whined when Jesse came rushing inside through the apartments door with a loud bang. âSorry.â he awkwardly apologized when he saw you holding your head in between your hands.
âWhat is it that youâve got?â Ellie asked, munching on cereals. Their crunching only made your headache worse. Whatever you did, it only seemed to get worse by the second. It wouldnât got away. Like your growing hunger.
âWe know whatâs wrong with her.â Dina explained.
That made Ellie push everything aside to pay attention and concentrate on what mattered the most: You.
âYou know?â you too focused on the group, hope in your red eyes.
âSheâs a vampire!â Jesse exclaimed.
âVampire?â you scoffed. âSo youâre saying that Iâm a vampire?â you let out a laughter, awaiting for all of them to tag along, but when they didnât, you slowly fell silent, frowning as you noticed. âIâm a vampire.â
âYouâre a vampire.â they all nodded, and you fell backwards onto the couch, a sigh leaving your lips, your mind a mess.
That explains everything.
âAnd what does this mean? Will I get to live forever? Am I allergic to garlic and holy water now? Will I die if I stay underneath the sun for too long?â you inquired, swallowing harshly. âWill I⊠Will I need to drink blood for the rest of my life?â
They were all silent for a second.
âDo you feel the need to drink it now?â Dina inquired, taking a seat beside you.
They all awaited expectantly for your answer, which only made you nervously smile. âI guess this isnât the best moment to say how good all of you smell, right?â you joked, although it didnât really seem to get them. âYeah, sorry.â you muttered, curling yourself in the blanket.
âSoâŠ, what do we do now? âCause she surely doesnât look really good and Itâs not like we can get blood anywhere, right?â Jesse inquired, and once again there were a couple of seconds of silence.
âShe could drink from me.â Ellie suddenly said, and the whole group looked at her with a surprised face and widened eyes, even you.
âNo.â you quickly blurted out before any of them could add anything.
âBut y/nâŠâ Dina tried and talk you down, but you were quick to turn her down.
âNo.â you repeated, harshly this time. âIâm not gonna drink from Ellie nor any of you.â your fangs showed as you stood up, tossing away the blanket and stepping away and towards Ellieâs room. âIâd rather die of thirst first.â and with that, you closed the door.
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ây/n, baby, pleaseâŠâ she pleaded. You had heard her talking with the group just a few minutes earlier, they had been coming every morning to ask for and about you. Each day that went by more and more concerned.
It had been almost a week since your last encounter and since you had grounded yourself in her room under the promise that youâd rather die than drink from them. They had even snuck into the hospital and somehow stolen a blood bag and brought it to you, but you yet turned it down, unable to âeven though your hunger was tearing you apartâ, drink it up. âCause you knew that if you did, whatever that this curse was would be real. Youâve done your research, âwell, the group had and youâve heardâ and you knew that you only had a few days to drink human blood to complete the transition and become a full vampire or else youâd die.
You hadnât left her room since then, âunless you had to make a short trip to the bathroomâ, burying yourself in between her sheets, ignoring her every time she tried to make you change your mind.
You were dead. And youâd be in just a couple of days. Thatâs how it had to be. The natural course of things. Ellie didnât deserve to be stuck with a leech for the rest of her life ââcause you knew that she loved you enough to do so if you didnât walk awayâ, she deserved someone who was still alive, someone warm, someone who didnât need to consume human blood to survive and that will live forever. Someone who she could take out without having to hide or be scared to be discovered due to a slip.
She deserved the best she could get. And that wasnât you. That would never be you anymore.
So youâd wither. Youâd sleep. And when the time came, youâd turn back to the dust that you came from.
âPlease, look at me.â your heart broke every time she would face you, kneeled on the floor, on her knees and begging for you to just stare at her. But you couldnât, âcause you knew that if you did, if you looked into those beautiful green eyes of hers, youâd give in. Youâd listen. Youâd let her convince you to drink her blood and live.
And you couldnât do that to her.
âBabyâŠâ he was desperate. Tears prickling her eyes as she caressed your hair, your hollowed cheeks and prominent cheekbones, warm fingertips against your cold stone skin, which slowly turned into ice. You looked like a living corpse, with thinning hair and the palest skin, which started to show your bones due to starvation.
You could smell the blood on her veins, your stomach turning on itself, urging you to bite down on her wrist and suck. You squeezed your eyes shut as your tongue dampened your chapped grayish lips, fighting off the urge to feed on her, to sink your teeth on her neck, but she saw it, how those little veins below your eyed appeared and your fangs pushed against your bottom lip. She felt like dying along with you with every day that passed by.
âPlease, donât do this to meâŠâ she muttered, unable to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. âDonât let me lose you again.â she pleaded.
And you couldnât help to look at her when your ears took in the sound of the droplets falling onto the floor.
And just like every time she looked at you, she took your breath away. You hated it, hated the way she would make you weak on the knees even on this situation, make you want to make up your mind, convince yourself that everything would be fine and that it was right to live beside her.
âDonât leave me.â she sobbed, making you feel like youâd fall apart right and there. âI need you. I canât sleep if you are not there for me to hold. I canât breath of youâre not around. I canât think, I canât function if youâre not there.â your cold hand cupped her cheek, making her take a shaky and hurtful breath as you tried and wipe away her tears. âI canât live without you.â
âYou canât live with me now either.â you whispered, your voice breaking due to the amount of days youâve stood silent and the dryness of your throat. She shook her head, trying to talk, but you went ahead and cut her off. âI canât be with you. Not like this. Iâm dead Ellie⊠Iâm a monster. Iâll never age with you. If we ever wanted to, we wouldnât be able to have kids⊠Iâd watch you get older, and die. And Iâd still be here, for eternity. An eternity without you. Without the love of my lifeâŠâ you muttered, unable to hold in your tears any longer. âYou need someone that can give you all those thing, Ellie. You deserve itâŠâ
She was shaking her head, needing to tell you that none of that was real. That she loved you the same. That you werenât a monster. That you both could adopt if you ever wanted a kid. That sheâd never be able to find another love. âCause you were it for her.
And she did, she said it all out loud without even realizing it. Pouring her heart out for you to see, For you to take. For you to hold on to.
âI love you. Iâll always love you. Iâll die for you. Iâll find a way to live with you forever. âCause thatâs all I ever wanted, an eternity by your side. An eternity that was taken away from me one time. And that now Iâd not let get away again. So please⊠Love me. Choose me. Choose me over all the odds. And if you need to, kill me. âCause either ways, Iâd be dead without you.â she said, taking your hand and pushing it against her chest, over her heart. It sounded almost strained, ready to burst, to break in a million places.
You couldnât. You couldnât say no. Not when you loved her so much it hurt.
She was quick to held you in between her arms when you gave in, hands gently pulling from you to straddle her lap, chest against chest, tightly pressed against one another. âIâm yours. My blood is yours.â she said, one of her hands softly brushing your hair and guiding you to the crook of her neck, where her pulse pressed against her soft skin. âYou can bite me, sweetheart. Iâm all yours.â she promised, assuring you that it was okay. That she was okay.
You felt the hunger kick in like a tidal wave, making your skin crawl and your breath shake. You could smell it, almost taste it. Eyes turning red as you neared your lips to her neck, the hand on your hair never faltering, steady, ready. She shivered when your lips brushed against her skin, her head tilting even more to the side to give you all the space you needed.
And before you could realize it, blood was spilling inside your mouth. Warm sweet blood that made you grip her bare shoulders and hum as you sucked. Her fingers dug on your hips, gasping when she felt the pinch of your fangs and droplets of blood slid down her neck and onto her shirt.
âThatâs it, baby.â she said, pulling you closer and relaxing against the bedâs headboard. âTake as much as you need.â she muttered, sighing at the new and strangely pleasant feeling of the bite.
She had made herself aware about the fact that it would probably hurt. In the end, her neck was being punctured. But strangely enough, it feltâŠ, nice. Incredible even.
Her head felt all fuzzy. She feltâŠ, high. At least there was no other way to describe it. It was probably an effect of the bite, an aphrodisiac, to soothe the âpreyâ so they wonât fight as you drank from them.
She felt amazing. And so did you.
Her blood was the best thing youâve ever tasted. You couldnât get enough. It made the ache on your body go away, your headache, your dizziness, your weakness⊠Everything. And left you feeling hungry for more. More of her. Of her touch, of her quickened heartbeat.
Everything seemed too much. But even if it was, you craved more.
âShit.â Ellie cursed when you grinded yourself down on her lap, making the grip that she had on your hips tighten.
You got away from her neck, blood dripping from the corners of your lips as you stared at her, tongue darting out to clean your bottom lip from the crimson. âEllieâŠâ you whimpered, smelling the arousal grow underneath her sweatpants. You were burning up.
âFuck, doll.â her eyes were half-lidded, breath heavy and shaky and lips blushed due to her bitting down on her bottom. âWhat dâ you do to me?â
âI donât knowâŠâ you whined, unable to stop your hips to rocking against hers, the brushing and jumping against your clit intensified, making your mind all fuzzy. It felt so goodâŠ
You looked so hot, with your red eyes and blood tinting your lips. You didnât looked sick anymore, your hair shining and color blushing your cheeks. You looked as beautiful as the day she lost you. Even more, if that could be possible.
And she needed you so much you were driving her insane.
âYou taste so goodâŠâ you groaned, going back to her neck, licking up the blood and kissing bruises on her skin, making her tilt her head backwards in a moan when you went back to drinking from her.
âYouâre killing me.â she withered underneath you, her hands helping you to rock against her, feeling like if you stopped whatever you were doing sheâd die, needing you to keep touching her, licking her neck, using her⊠She needed you to suck her dry.
âFuck Ellie, I need you.â the two of you felt so turned on⊠Probably due to the blood, bite and the connection you already shared. It was as if you were two magnets, two puzzle pieces meant to fit together, meant to be stuck together for eternity.
You needed her to take you, to make you hers, to fuck you âtill youâd lost your voice. Needed to taste her, to ride her. You wanted everything at the same time. Whimpers leaving your throat at the aching in between your legs, in your bones for her to touch you, to set you on fire with her burning touch.
Your skin grew in goosebumps when she harshly crashed her lips onto yours, the taste of her blood on your lips making her groan, hips jerking up as her hands slid underneath âherâ your shirt, warm fingertips against your cold skin, exploring the body she so well knew already.
The kiss was messy, the clashing of your tongues and teeth making it feel primal, as if the only thing there were was the two of you, your sharp nails dug on the neck of her shirt, ripping it apart in a quick movement, teeth biting down on your bottom lip when your blood-shot eyes roamed through her bare chest, which raised with every quick and shaky breath. Her skin was like fire against your cold fingertips.
You shivered when her thumb pulled from your lip, letting it go from your fangs, eyes fixated on your mouth as her tongue dampened her own, begging for another taste. She moaned when your lips brushed her wrist, your hand keeping it in place as you leaned in and bit down on it.
âShit.â she gasped, her pussy throbbing inside her pants when you moaned against her, ready to bust, arousal soaking her underwear. She swore she could just cum by the feeling of your teeth on her skin. She was on edge.
She looked so beautiful, with blood sliding and pooling on her collarbones and her tits, crimson swollen lips and green blown eyes shining under the moonlight that came through the window of your bedroom.
âYou like that?â you teased her, licking the blood off her wrist with a smirk. You could feel just how wet she was, smell her arousal. It made you so wet. Wetter than you had ever been. And you craved her so much you felt like dying.
She groaned, as if she were in pain. âDonât.â
Her head lolled backwards, your lips leaving blood stain marks on her chest and down her stomach as you lowered yourself and slid down her body, your fangs gracing her skin in playful yet teasing marks that werenât hard enough to break the skin.
Her fingers laced on your hair when your lips latched to her hip bone, sucking a bruise on her skin, making her moan and buck her hips against your mouth when your tongue traced the print of her wetness from beneath her clothes. âFuck, babyâŠâ
You hummed, knowing exactly what she needed. What you needed. âWant your pussy, Ellie.â your hands were quick to push down her sweats and underwear, her soaked cunt showing, puffy clit and twitching entrance begging for attention.
Your mouth watered at the sight. The smell of her musk so strong it was driving you crazy. You needed her on your tongue. Needed her to fill your mouth in cum, fuck you stupidâŠ
She let out a raspy moan when your tongue sticked out, tasting and wiping off the slick from her weeping folds, your heightened senses making you hum at the taste. You felt like you couldnât get enough of it.
Her fingers tugged harder on your hair when your tongue kitten licked her swollen clit, making her tremble, the aphrodisiac effect of the bite making her the most sensitive she had ever been before. You kissed her lips, teeth gently brushing against the sensitive skin, making her moan.
You smirked, eyes meeting hers when you tongue made a long stripe from her clenching hole to her clit, fangs on display and blood on your lips. Her cunt now stained on her blood, what made her twitch. âSuch a fucking teaseâŠâ she groaned, breath hitching when you suddenly sucked her clit in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. âFuck!â she almost came on the spot, your own moans vibrating around her, making her head roll backwards.
She looked so hot, your thighs clenched and pushed against each other, trying to find some friction, anything. The needy moans and whimpers that left your throat made the feeling of your mouth, warm against her, heavenly.
âSo goodâŠâ she praised when you started to earnestly eat her out, your head moving up and down and side to side as you licked her, her hand guiding you, your nose burying in her pubic hair, making your head all fuzzy. You loved giving Ellie head, feeling her slick fill your mouth, loved it when she fucked your face with the purpose to please herself. You loved to be her little toy. âYeah, just like that, fuck.â it all felt so intense for the both of you, like nothing youâve ever experienced before. âSuch a good little girl, letting me fuck your mouth how I want.â your nails dug in her thighs, making her groan. âIâm gonna cum, shit.â she mumbled, her mouth falling open as you sucked harder on her clit, the oversensivity being too much and pushing her straight to the edge. âFuckfuckfuck!!!â hot stripes of cum filled your mouth as she thrusted against it one more time, keeping you still as she came, groaning in pleasure. And if she werenât that turned on and needy, she would have been embarrassed by how hard and fast she had cummed, but that didnât matter, âcause you were back on her lap in a blink of an eye.
She was still dripping and throbbing after her first orgasm, and the feeling of your damped panties âsince you had gotten rid of the pajama pants she had lent youâ against her stomach made her groan. âEllieâŠâ you whined, feeling yourself about to burst when you rocked your hips against her, your skin burning whenever your bodies made contact. âTouch me pleaseâŠâ you begged, moaning when one of her hands pushed your tee above your head to latch her lips to your chest and tits as the other sneaked inside your panties. âFuck!â you screamed when you felt her fingertips slowly slide in between your lips, getting soaked by your arousal.
âToo much, baby?â she mocked you, teasing you just like you had, her teeth biting on your nipples as her middle finger played with your clit. âYouâre so wet. Did drinking my blood turned you on this much? Or maybe it was having my pussy on your mouth? Did you miss my cum, hm?â you nodded, whimpering as you rocked your hips against her fingers, which now circled your twitching tight hole. âOf course you did.â she cooed, pouting at you and then smirking when your mouth fell open in a silent moan at the feeling of two of her fingers easily sliding in into your soaked cunt. âLook at you, taking my fingers so goodâŠâ you were moaning as she thrusted into you, slowly, driving you insane. âI bet I can make you cum with just two of âem.â she mumbled against your ear before nipping at your earlobe, picking up her pace. âDo you want it? Want to cum all over my fingers, hm?â you hummed, tilting your head to the side when she started to suck on your neck, the feeling of her lips burning your skin. âMmh? What was that? Need you to speak louder for me, baby.â a moan left your lips when she curved her fingers, hitting that sweet spot on your gummy walls, the squelch of your juices only making her cunt wetter and your mind dizzier.
âYes, yes, please Ellie.â you sobbed, hands gripping her shoulders, nails digging on her skin when her free hand surrounded your neck, adding pressure. âNeed it. Need it so badâŠâ you were a mumbling mess, her thumb now pressing against your clit, the coil in your stomach only getting stronger. You felt like you couldnât breath.
âGood girl.â her fingers now fucking you just like you needed it, faster, deeper, harder, your g spot being hit with every new thrust, what had your legs shaking and moans and whimpers spilling from your swollen lips. Your walls tightened around her digits at her praise, teetering the edge, jumping on her fingers to make them reach deeper inside you, driving you insane. âYou gonna cum, baby?â she hummed, loving how desperate you seemed. How wet you were for her, how beautiful your tits bounced with every grind of your hips, how your half-lidded eyes looked at her, full of desire. âGo ahead beautiful, come for me. Cum on my fingers.â
She didnât have to ask twice, just the sound of her voice making you come the hardest youâve ever had before. Vision turning white and ears ringing as you gushed all over her fingers, her thumb circling your clit to help you extend and help you ride it out. âThatâs it. Give it to me, sweetheart.â you gasped for air as you came down, entrance twitching when her cum covered fingers left you âLook at thatâŠâ and found their way to her mouth, licking them clean and tasting you with a hum. âYouâre always so sweet for me.â you moaned, making her eyebrows raise. âWhat is it, baby? Want a taste?â she inquired, and you were quick to pull her in for a wet and needy kiss.
She could taste herself in your mouth and yourself in hers. The mix of both of you making you crave for more, tugging from her as you let yourself fell backwards, making her rest in between your legs, pussy pressed against your sensitive and recently fucked cunt, what made the two of you moan on each otherâs mouth. âShit.â she cursed when you harshly bit down on her lip, her blood mixing in the kiss as you sucked on it, her hips rocking against yours, pussy sliding up and down in between your puffy and soaked folds. âFuck, doll.â she muttered when your lips latched onto the skin of her neck, humping yourself against her, moaning when your clits bumped against the other.
âFuck Ellie, fuck me, please⊠I need you so badâŠâ you pleaded, sloppy open mouth kisses driving her insane, one of your hands sliding into her hair to tug.
âFuck, youâre such a greedy slut⊠I gave you my fingers and yet here you are, begging for my pussy.â she muttered, the hand on your neck tightening as she pushed you against the sheets, pining you down and lifting one of your legs to straddle you. âLook at you, so desperate. Canât get enough, huh? Itâs almost embarrassing.â you whimpered, you could perfectly push her away with your new incredible strength but there was something in her dominance that made you even wetter.
The prey hunting the predator.
âIf you want it so bad, why donât you show me?â you moaned when her lips sucked a new bruise on your chest, one of her hands reaching down to your clit. âShow me how much you want it. Fuck yourself on my pussy sweetheart.â she nipped on your neck, and in a quick movement you were on top of her, having changed positions in a blink of an eye. Her head fell backwards when you exasperatedly straddled her, lined her up with your soaking cunt and sat down on hers, whimpering at the feeling of her wetness. âShit, baby.â she let out a breathy groan as your nails dug on her chest.
âE-Ellie...â you shakily breathed out, your whole body shivering at the feeling as you rolled your hips. You felt so⊠Alive.
âFuck, thatâs it, sweetheart. Fuck my pussy.â she grunted, the feeling of your soaked cunt against hers making it hard to hold off. She groaned when you sped up, desperately bouncing on her clit, using her to get yourself off. âSo pretty jumping on my clit. How âs it feel, hm?â she smirked when, when you felt her fingers brush away a lock of your hair from your face, you whimpered, eyes on her bloody wrist.
âSo goodâŠâ you moaned, the smell of her blood making your hips stagger, the need to taste her once more making your skin grow in goosebumps.
âYou hungry, baby?â she teased you, whispering, purposely letting the bite mark on her neck show, lingering right in front of your face.
You whimpered when just as you leaned in, fangs painful pushing against your gums ready to bite down on her neck, her hand gripped your neck once again, pushing you onto your back and taking one of your legs to fuck your cunt in earnest.
She was edging you. Starving you from her sweet blood.
âEllie!â you screamed when when she harshly thrusted against your slick folds, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You always had a hard time taking it like this, at his relentless and merciless pace, the feeling of her clit pushing hardly against yours. But yet, you found pleasure in the pain, in the primal of it all. The neediness in her eyes, the grunts that fell from her lips.
âYeah, just like that. Fucking take it.â she moaned, her thrusts being so hard the headboard of the bed banged against the wall, probably leaving dents. âShit, so good.â she slurred, relishing on the babbling mess that you were underneath him. âYou like that? Like my pussy, sweetheart?â she smirked, pushing two of her fingers inside your mouth, making you choke on them, drool spilling down your chin before sheâd duck down to kiss you, licking it from your lips.
The sight of your naked body underneath her, the way your tits bounced, the mess of your hair, the tears that started to pool on your eyes⊠It all only made her pound against you harder, feeling like it could never be enough of the feeling of your cunt against hers, making her grunt.
âEllie, shit, harâahâharder!â you begged, your sharp and pointy nails drawing blood from her arms and hips, making her moan.
âHarder?â he inquired, making you shakily nod, lost in your own pleasure. âLike this?â she relished on your high pitched scream when both his hands reached down to grip your hips to start pulling you harder against her clit with every new pound, making your back arch against the mattress with every thrust, your sensitive and throbbing clit being abused over and over again due to the new angle. Your moans only got louder, your voice strained and words being all slurred.
Your voice broke, feeling yourself getting closer to coming for the second time in less than 15 minutes, head lolling to the side. âIâm gonâna, gonna cum!â you somehow managed to babble out, in need of reaching your high.
âYou gonna cum?â she smirked, making you moan as she focused on pounding you just how she knew you loved the most. âGonna cum on my pussy?â you hardly nodded, muttering a string of messy âyesâs. âLook at you, so pussy drunk you canât even talk.â she chuckled, feeling your walls tighten. âGo ahead baby, cum all over my pussy. Want to see that beautiful face of yours fall apart.â one, two, three thrusts more and you were dissolving under her touch, moans slipping from your lips as well as her name as you gushed all over her cunt, your orgasm tearing you apart. âFuck, thatâs it. Shit. â she muttered, flopping on top of you to continue her relentless thrusts, making you sob due to the overstimulation. âIâm gonna cum. Gonna fill this greedy pussy of yours so full your tummy will swell up.â you cried out at her words, pulling her closer. âFuck, bite meâŠâ she begged, precum leaking more and more as he neared the edge. âBite me, baby, pleaseâŠâ she didnât have to plead for it, your lips quickly latching to her neck before your teeth sunk into her flesh, fresh blood filling your mouth, what worked the two of you closer to your respective highs. âShit, Iâm cumming!â and with that she came on your cunt, painting your clit and slick folds of the purest white, the feeling making you reach your third orgasm in a row, making your thighs shake and your stomach turn. You whimpered on her neck, her blood spilling and painting your chest and tits.
She continued to thrust against you to help the two of you ride your orgasms as she leaned down and latched to your chest, tongue darting out to lick her own blood out of you skin, what made you cry out.
As you came down from your respective highs, the two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes, trying to calm yourselves down from the mind-blowing and best sex you had ever have in your lives. You shivered when she pulled away, your combined warm loads dribbling from your folds and onto the mattress, her blown out eyes taking the sight of your shaky legs and twitching entrance with a starving gaze. âShit baby, you did so good for me.â she muttered, biting down on her bottom lip.âFuck, look at thatâŠâ she sighed and a whine left your lips when two of her fingers pushed it all inside, slowly pumping her cum in and out of you with a squelch.
âEllie!â you tried and push her away, your hands grabbing at her wrists. But soon enough you were a moaning mess, rocking your hips against her fingers, giving in, the overstimulation moving from pain to pleasure. She only smirked, lowering herself âtill her lips were only inches away from your neck, making you shiver, the contact making your skin grow in goosebumps.
She chuckled at your reaction, her blood staining her white teeth and lips in a malicious smile.
âDonât worry, sweetheart⊠I donât bite.â
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oh my goddddd it's crazy to be on a list with the likes of these creators đđđ thank you so so much! đ«¶đ»
what are some good ellie blogs?
oooo there are so many. Iâm def missing a bunch but hereâs some of my fav writers on here in no particular order. get ready for a LONG ass list under the cut
@lovelettersfromluna
@seattlesellie
@elliesbelle
@lonelyfooryouonly
@spaceshipellie
@cinnnamongrl
@astralnymphh
@enbesbians
@sleepyangelkami
@totheblood
@coeurify
@ellieslittlewh0re
@whore-era
@ellieswrldd
@elliespeach
@carmellie
@cinnamonmilf
@callmelola111
@elsweetheart
@ourautumn86
@hotxcheeto
@hazelnutsforellie
@no-nameno-face
@phantombriide
@bellswlw
@valetinetexas
@me-and-your-husband
@loaksky
@machetegirl109
@cybertronic69
@evera-era
@l44serbeam
@elliesflwrgirl
@luvrgrlellie
@moncherellie
@serevena
@saintels
@novacqnes
@koitrash
@booppooo
@ellieswaifu
@baptismbaby
@picklehater101
@findmeintheferns
@scandalcus
@savannahsdeath
@clemellie
@cybrs4pphic
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eating sub!ellie out for the first time Ëââ§ê°á â à»ê± â§âË
âtell me what feels good, yeah?â youâd say as you lower yourself down, leaving a trail of kisses from her chest down to her pussy.
when you finally get there you pull her boxers down and, to your surprise, sheâs sooo wet already. you drag your finger up and down her slit, feeling her slick. âyou are so wet already. so cute,â you whisper almost to yourself. she nothing but whines in response, so eager and so sensitive.
you decide to make her wait just a little longer and pepper kisses on the inside of her thighs. and you are so so mean because she feels like if she doesnât feel your warm mouth against her immediately sheâs going to die. instead, you grant her a small bite on her thigh and it has her squirming under you.
âfuck- stop teasing.â
you giggle. âtell me what you want, then,â you tell her.
she huffs in response. you know what she wants and she knows it. âbabe, please,â she pleads.
âif you use your words iâll give you exactly what you want,â you say. pulling the exact same move she always pulls on you and you are starting to understand why she likes it so much.
she rolls her eyes at you and you give her another kiss. this time even closer, so close to where she so desperately wants you. it throws her attitude completely off the window, her mind now clouded with nothing but need.
âsh- shit! i want you to fuck me with your mouth,â she blurbs out.
âgood girl.â and you finally give it to her. licking from her entrance to her clit. collecting all her wetness.
and, god, if you could eat ellie out all day long you would. the way her back arches, the little huffs and puffs coming out of her mouth, her grunts and low moans: itâs all something you could never get tired of.
âsâgood, baby,â she breathes out.
âmhm?â you ask, and the vibrations from your voice on her clit makes her already too-sensitive pussy ache even more.
when you put a finger inside her, though? she fucking loses it. pure bliss.
âis that okay? feels good?â you ask her.
âyesyesyes please donât stop.â she bites her lip so hard, she thinks sheâs going to start tasting blood any moment now.
you keep lapping at her cunt like a starved woman and when you feel her starting to clench more and more around your finger, you know sheâs close.
âfuckâŠiâm gonna cum, mama.â
âcâmon, baby. cum for me,â you say, only to immediately return all of your attention to her swollen nub. holding her hand with your free one to help her ride out her orgasm.
she cums and she cums hard. and her moans alone make you even wetter than before.
âyou were so good for me, els,â you tell her as she comes down from her high. rubbing her thighs and kissing her cheek. she grabs your chin and takes your lips into hers. you return it, deepening the kiss.
your hand find its way back to her pussy and you give it a playful yet soft slap. making her jerk a little from the sensitivity, breaking off the kiss.
âah asshole!â
âsorry sorry.â you giggle. âi love you.â
a/n: iâm a slut look away. @whore4abby my baby thank u for the idea
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saw a fan wiki site saying ellie is 103 lbs. WRONG
have you seen her thighs
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hi everyone,
i want to preface this by saying that this is impermanent and that i've put a lot of thought into this. i decided i'm going to go on a formal hiatus from writing for a while. i don't know how long this period will last. to be totally transparent, lots has been going on regarding a decline in my mental health, relationships, etc. as of late and i'm trying to balance it while being a full time student + working. this blog is a sort of "side quest" for me and i need to take a break and step away to prioritize certain things and get my life back in order.
i know i have a small handful of readers who consistently read my work and i hope this doesn't disappoint you few. thank you for all the love + support you've shown me.
this being said, this account will still be active (i may respond to messages, reblog, etc.) but i will not be putting anything out for a bit.
thank you all for your understanding! you mean the world to me.
xx
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has anyone else seen the marvels yet because if so WE NEED TO TALK.
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hey, just wanted to ask if you'll be continuing the widow's bite series? not to pressure you or anything, just wanted to let you know that i really liked the first part and i hope there'll be moređ„° but again, no pressure âĄ
hi! yes, i am continuing this series! i just don't know when that will be. i'm swamped with a bunch of applications and readings to do this weekend (and for the past few weeks), and i've been working lots, plus school speaks for itself. if you've been following my blog, you may have noticed that i'm not very consistently active, and i go through periods of activity vs hiatus lol... but long story short, yes!
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think about her in this suit religiously like honestly till we get rug burn
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they're so fucking sentimental.......the first ever 22 song set just to end it all with the line "if that's what it takes to say goodnight then that's what it takes" .....
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alex turner engaging in slut behavior
(september 19, 2023)
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widow's bite masterlist
summary: "...the dangerous Black Widow is to be approached with caution, as the Black Widow's bite can cause death. she encases her victims with silk, then kills with poison from her fangs."
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you're a black widow. you're sent to kill Spider-Woman. something inside of you just can't do it.
warnings: smut in future chapters, ellie is 18 and reader is 19, dreykov being gross which is canon, mentions of suicide attempt, canon death (sarah), swearing maybe? probs more, not proofread cause i'm lazy
part 1
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THIS WAS SOOO GOOOOD especially cause my tits get so sore when i'm pmsing so it was so relatable...
i have a request!! i had a thought yesterday and imagine ellie coming home to you complaining about your hurting tits and at first sheâs like kind of concerned yk so she gently asks you to let her see but then she gets turned on and starts to play with them and stuff djdksksk i need her so bad
painkiller.
warnings: mentions of reader having pms, afab reader, smut (minors⊠please donât), tit play obviously, slight spit play as well, pathetic caring dom ellie, masturbation (e)
an: i really am a sucker for ellie taking care of u when ur feeling unwell :( just makes me feel fjjsjdjs and i canât even imagine how comforting she it. btw i had farm ellie in mind (donât i always) đ iâm kinda on the fence with this one but iâm writing dbf abby n needed a break<3
although the sun has sunk, and the dark blue skies are veiled by a shroud of dark clouds, the heavy and sultry august heat managed to creep itself through your window, nevertheless. the white wine in your glass â the 'chenin blanc' to be exact, has lost all of itâs docile sweetness all of a sudden, succumbing to an unpalatable acrimony. even the book thatâs half opened, resting on your knees; seems devoid of interest, and youâre left there, sat on the couch, accompanied by another painful groan escaping from your lips, and a dull ache settling within your body.
it just is one of those days.Â
you bring your trembling hand lower, finding solace against your chest. with a slight opening of your quivering bottom lip, you whine through clenched teeth. you gulp, gingerly placing the wine glass upon the table, and rest your eyes shut. âhurtsâŠâ you whimper into the void, cupping your right breast and attempting to soothe and massage it. your touch, albeit is nothing but soft, manages to make it ache even more. you squeeze your eyes in despair, and a fat tear flows down your cheek. you wipe it away, followed by a hushed but tormented hum.
five minutes manage to pass by, and just as you teeter on the precipice of sleep, an insistent stab of pain jolts you awake. the pain slyly creeps around, wends its insidious path, and ârestsâ down on your lower back, your hips, and then finds home on your breasts again. a pain killer could help, perhaps, but youâve already taken two, and mixing it with wine, albeit only half a glass, would be quite a bad idea.
âthis⊠SUCKS!â â you groan, and maybe god could hear you and fix it, if only you were loud enough.
then, your ears twitch at the subtle creak emanating from the keyhole. after that, the wooden door opens. you were thinking about god hearing you, and somehow ellie managed to appear. youâd entertain her with that amusing little thought, but all you can mutter after her relieved âhey, babeâ â is a rather pathetic hiccup. ellie walks intently towards you, eyebrows knitted tightly, the staccato rhythm of her rough boots echoing upon the wooden floor, and she walks almost as if she found a wounded fawn in the middle of a dirt road.
your eyes remain firmly sealed, your limbs limp and listless at your sides, and even though you canât see, you can tell sheâs crouched down in front of you. ellie inhales deeply, and places both of her rough hands on your thighs. âhey⊠whats wrong?â she asks, her voice husky and thick with concern. god â does hearing that caring tone make you want to sob even harder. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you donât respond. âtalk to me⊠please⊠uh, let me get you some water?â, and with another hiccup leaving your lips, ellie nods to herself and almost walks away to the kitchen. helplessly, attempting to make her stay, you grab her wrist and sniffle away. âhurtsâŠâ you cry, and your eyes flutter open, meeting her worried gaze. her eyebrows are furrowed and her eyes are travelling from your own orbs to your cheek, her hand lifting up to wipe a measly tear away.
you love her so much you think you might scream.
ellie caresses down your thigh now, then down your knee, and then travels further down to your ankle. she plants a tender kiss there, and then on your wrist, waiting for you to reply. âbaby, answer me⊠i⊠hate seeing you like thisâ she pleads.
as if on cue, the sharp pain strikes again, like a gentle lightening bolt, shooting through the bottom of your left breast. âthink iâm⊠about to get my period, i dunno⊠everything hurtsâ you admit, sniffling. âiâm dramatic, sorryâŠâ you whisper softly, and ellie sighs, shaking her head. ânot dramatic, babe⊠i mean, you know how i get⊠you cry, and i break stuff⊠if we really think about it, i'm the dramatic oneâ she chuckles, tilting her head to the side. she has some light bags underneath her forest green eyes. she must have had a long, exhausting day at work â and here you are sobbing because your boobs hurt. you pout slightly and manage to let out of a small, exhausted giggle. âyou donât break stuffâŠâ, ellie arches a brow and smirks. âno? what about that vase in the bedroom?âÂ
she's⊠half right. she didnât break it on purpose, she was kicking the drawer because she felt like âthereâs a demon", on her âcursed fuckinâ useless lesbian uterusâ â so the wooden furniture shook, leading to the vase's demise, and it shattered into countless tiny pieces. then, she bought a new vase that didnât fit the room at all, but you kept it nevertheless. 'ellieâs apology for being an asshole vase' is what she called it, and how could you dispose of such a thing?
itâs corny, really, but you somehow managed to forget you were even crying in the first place. âtâwas an ugly vaseâ, you murmur. ellie plants another small kiss on your thigh and you nearly purr. âyou liked that vase, liarâ, she teases.
you sit in cozy cocoon of silence, ellie's anecdotes and workplace stories become a soothing distraction. she's careful, almost calculated, as she takes note of every smile that graces your face instead of a wince.
itâs the most natural thing in the world.Â
you laugh and giggle, until you donât. another bolt of striking pain hits your breast. you mewl, and ellie immediately ceases her sentence. âstomach?â she asks, her hand descending to rest on your lower abdomen. her palms are big and warm, and if it did hurt, youâre more than convinced her touch will make it go away. âum⊠noâŠâ, and although her touch there is comforting, itâs not where the real ache lies. âwhere?â ellie asks, now lifting herself up and sitting right beside you. she moves the half opened book to the side, scoffing. âthat book sucks, by the way⊠ass storyâÂ
maybe it wasnât just you.
she caresses down your shoulder, squeezing in affection. âwhere does it hurt, babe? your back?â she inquires and you hiss again, flinching in pain. âno uhâŠâ you whisper, and then lower your chin, as if youâre attempting to signal ellie to where the pain really stays. she lowers her gaze, blinking thrice before looking up at you. your eyes are glassy and it makes her heart melt and ache. such a pretty crier, and for what? she wonders. âuh⊠my⊠yâknow⊠my boobs⊠they jusâ feel heavyâ you whine, your voice a soft, pitiable whisper. ellie takes her bottom lip between her teeth. âpoor thing, huh?â she rasps. âowh⊠hate themâŠâ you mutter, holding a breast between your fingers.
ellie chuckles, trying to seem undistracted by the way your hand is cupping your breast in despair. her poor girl⊠and her poor tits⊠â but she still is, worried about you. and she really does care, so she pushes that negligible thought to the side. âwell, i like themâ, she rasps quietly and cocks her head. âuh, y'know, a lotâ she remarks, and she really isnât trying to turn you on, just distract you again.Â
you wrestle with a mischievous smile, damp and sticky eyelashes closing in despair. the juxtaposition is absolutely unheard of â the small river flowing down your cheek, and the smiles that keep involuntary appearing. âjust like? you donât love them?â you playfully prod, and then hiccup when you feel the ache smite again. ellie chuckles and wipes another tear with her calloused palm and not with her finger, and then letâs out of a throaty chuckle. âno i⊠i love your tits very muââ her words are cut short, as she notices you biting your lip, attempting to stifle your laughter. she shoves you playfully and rolls her eyes. âfuck you babe⊠if you see me blushing, ignore that shit, i swear to god, iâm posessedâ â she insists, as if she doesnât blush when kiss her lips in the morning, as if she doesnât blush when you get dressed or undressed in front of her, or when you hold her hand and introduce her as your girlfriend.
sheâs a raging, awkward blusher and she needs to come to terms with that.
you snigger, but the pain however â is still there. âowhâŠâ you hiccup, and as soon as that thought creeps inside ellieâs mind, she swallows, no â gulps, and places her palm gently on your breast. then, she holds you by the back of your neck and makes you look up at her. âcan i help you, babe?â she questions, a quivering breath following her query. your lips part, and you want to say âyesâ, it's echoing in your thoughts, but all that comes out is a small sigh of relief. it nearly makes you tremble, your own hand never felt that good. you nod slowly, and ellie nods with you. âjust⊠a little massage, yeah?â she rasps, tongue moistening her bottom lip. all she needs to do is help you find relief from that dull, pinching ache, but all she yearns to do is make you whimper out again. god, ellieâŠ
âclose your eyes⊠i got youâ she comforts sympathetically. although her voice is commanding, you donât follow her demand, because the way her tatted forearm flexes when she spreads her fingers on your breasts, makes you want to watch and be an audience of that glorious show forever. ellie follows your eyes, and then her own â fall down on your aching breasts. âgonna take your bra off⊠that ok?â, she asks, as if she doesn't already know the answer. you shut your eyes involuntarily, when her finger strokes down on your clothed, aching nipple. âi got youâ, she repeats, and as soon as you know it, your bare but swollen breasts are loose, and on full display. they hurt still, but the relief is apparent on your face. ellie bites her lip, and thank god your eyes are closed, because her pupils grew twice in size, and she doesnât want it to be sexual but she canât help it when youâre soâŠ
âi really do love themâŠâ she whispers but it's simply to herself, albeit your ears catch it and you âhmm?â in response. ânothing, relax, close your eyes⊠gonna let ellie take care of you now, yeah?, deep breaths...â â the warmth inside your stomach spreads, and it feels like sweet and sticky lava. you hum, sighing in relief, followed by a small hiccup of pain or⊠arousal, as soon as ellie takes both of your breasts in her hand and begins kneading them together. itâs all very gentle, albeit her wheeze sounding breaths. when her thumb caresses your nipple, you flinch in the slightest and ellie picks up on it. âright there?â she questions, and when you find her thumb on your swollen nipple again, itâs wet â she licked it, brought her digit inside her mouth and sucked. ellie begins circling the puffy nob, now wet and glistening with her saliva, and your hips buck forward. she hums, âstill hurts?â â you want to shake your head no, because it really doesnât feel like itâs hurting any more, at least not in a bad way, but you nod your head instead. âawhâŠâ she coos, nodding her head again, with you. when ellie hears the small whimper that escapes your mouth, she chuckles. âreally⊠really hurts, pretty girl?â she teases, still keeping her touches light as a feather and nothing but gentle. âyeah⊠hurts, ellieâ, you whisper, and ellie sighs and hums. she traces faint circles on both of your nipples, âthink i need to work harder then⊠huh, poor baby?â, she mutters underneath her breath.
when her hot mouth latches itself onto your nipple, your chest all but buzzes and heaves. a moan that you canât bring yourself to suppress leaves your mouth, and ellie groans in response. her tongue forms small circles on your nipples, both of her hands still kneading the flesh, lifting it up and then dropping it down. her index and middle finger squeeze your nipples together underneath her tongue and you wince, a small broken sob coming from deep within. she milks the pain away, and if it was perhaps in liquid form, you could say you were sucked dry. âshh, shhâŠâ ellie murmurs. she attaches her mouth back on the nob, now suckling it in and out of her needy, hot mouth. "uh-huh... let go for me", she whispers, gently flicking a nipple up and down.
every time you whimper and cry, she has to squeeze her thighs together â because my god do you tits hurt but her cunt aches even harder.
when ellie takes your nipple out of her mouth, you let out of a small gasp. she wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and takes a moment to admire the work of art sitting in front of her. your eyes, closed shut. your bottom lip, in between your teeth, and your breasts â covered up, glistening with her warm saliva. âjesus, iâŠâ she murmurs under her breath. you push your chest forward, an attempt of showing her youâre begging for her mouth again, âhurts, please⊠ellie, helpâ you mewl, and with a grunt followed by a whimper, ellie latches on to them again. you open your eyes slowly, looking down at her through wet eyelashes, and when you see her â her eyes are intently shut, her mouth devouring you, forehead covered by sweet beads of thin sweat. âjust wanna help you, just⊠wanna helpâ she whispers, her tongue pathetically hanging out of her pouty pink lips.
the desire to take her unoccupied hand, and give it a small kiss is strong, but you quickly notice â it is nothing but unoccupied. itâs shoved down her pants, moving with fervour and want. when she opens her eyes and sees that youâre looking, she whimpers a blocked but high pitched sound.Â
âhurts for me tooâ, she pats her palm directly on her achy cunt, and it might be unconventional pain-reliever, but perhaps... your ache flowed into her.
<3
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