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bleed her dry. ⋮ sub!ellie x vampire!reader

warnings: rushed, wrote this half asleep, might delete idk. lowercase very much intended. fingering, blood/feeding kink, ellie begging to be sucked dry and then passing out.

she should feel ashamed for what your nose pressed into her neck is doing to her—drooling over her collarbone, nuzzling the porcelain skin like a dog hunting down truffles. her wrist is in pain, bent over her own thigh, middle and ring fingers curled up for you to use and bounce on like she’s nothing but a sex doll. her eyes squeeze shut, face all blotchy red as if she’s the one getting railed—but she’s not. it’s the insistent little kisses pressed against her pulse point that are doing it.

god, what would it take for you just to sink your fangs in and take what you want? why drag it all out like a held-back coward?

thing with ellie is that she always insists she can take it—can handle sharp canines piercing the largest vein in the crook of her neck and bleed her dry. it’s a delirious feeling; despite the lifeblood being drawn eagerly, the pulse between her legs only pounds harder, stubborn against the dizziness flooding her skull and clouding her vision into a bleak, colorless fog. she pants in your ear, the wild heartbeat so inviting under your palm, pupils looking up at you as if praying you’ll be starving again—because only then you come to her to satisfy your needs.

but you’re full and sated, with little—if anything—left to want. nothing to quell. you’ve already taken from her weeks ago, took so much she swore she was about to drift into some other realm and finally leave all this behind.

always so stubborn. always encouraging you to take more of her. and you trusted her so blindly. what a foolish mistake you’d made.

she’s shaking beneath you, lips parting, mouthing something that never makes it out before muttering a feeble “faster” that’s too weak to fool even you, even in your dazed state. your hips slam down harder into her quivering hand, looming over her to lick the salt off her tongue, invading every inch of that filthy mouth. you could be doing something different with that mouth, if she were to be honest.

your hand finally descends from her chest, pressing down on her tense abdomen before coming to cup her mound, prickly hair tickling your palm, fingers drifting over her slit, smearing the puddle she’s dripping with. her breathing stutters; your lips return to her neck, peppering it with kisses, denying yourself the one thing you both seem to want—albeit for different reasons. she grunts when you push into her without warning, pumping back and forth until she whines, weak fingers inside you twitching, struggling to keep the pace.

but no, it’s not your fingers she truly desires, though ellie’s most honest when finger-fucked, and curling her tongue around the words trying to escape feels impossible. pearly fangs flash behind her eyelids the moment they flutter shut. “just fuckin’ bite me already. you’re… mhpphh… right there—”

“not hungry.” you hum indulgently into her neck, earning a spoiled little groan you’ve only ever heard coming out of children for over a century now. there’s so little she can take when her mind goes out like this.

“don’t give me that shit,” she snaps. “you’re fuckin’ drooling over me.” you punish her for that, pushing harder and deeper into her, nails nearly clawing at her insides, cum gushing out with each thrust.

“please,” she drawls on a weak gasp, and god, she sounds so desperate, hungry for something she shouldn’t even crave. “just a little. swear i can take it. i’ll tell you when to stop.”

you lift your head, bloodlust eyes finally linking, your hips coming to a pondering halt. “you said that last time.”

she huffs through her nose, all frustrated and twitchy, you realize all she truly needs is a fucking exorcism. “c’monnn... you always takin’ from me, what’s one more sip?

“jeez, you’re needy.”

“fuck you,” she whines, and then something breathier worms out, “…please bite me. pleasepleaseplease.”

a brainless little lamb begging to be sacrificed. only, she’s no lamb—not really. she’s a wolf in sheep’s skin, daring you to take what pulses so recklessly under layers of delicious flesh. throwing herself into your bite like it’s her birthright. taunting you with that vein, with that look. always begging to be bled out, like the ache in her cunt will only ease if you drain her dry. as if you could ever resist when her blood pulses that loud beneath your touch—singing your name, chanting it.

and she looks all cute under you, panting, moaning dumb on your fingers, eyes all glassy and shifting to that needier shade of green you always catch whenever your mouth unlatches from her salty neck. her hair’s splayed out over your pillow, head thumping against the velvety-red bedframe with each thrust of your fingers. can’t pull back now. can’t stop yourself from caving in.

when your fangs finally sink into her neck, she whimpers, then starts moaning twice as loud, clawing at you with her free hand like her whole soul is getting fucked. your fingers turn brutal, the heel of your palm grinding into her pained clit. her own fingers snap out of their trance, stabbing into you at a murderous pace, moaning like a slut into your shoulder as little crimson droplets roll off hers in glistening lines.

you chase them, lapping each bead from your fingertips before sucking them clean. she mewls at the sight, back arching hard.

“taste so good, darling.”

you latch back onto her neck, sucking and clenching ‘round her fingers. this won’t last long, her walls keep telling you.

and it doesn’t.

she cums before you even get to finish feeding, eyes all unfocused and skin dripping with cold perspiration. she looks like she’s about to pass out.

she does.

for seven full seconds.

seven brief seconds that mean nothing to her—not when you’re hovering above with bloodied lips and the guilty stare of something unholy, fingers no longer nestled inside her, frantically searching for the rise of her ribcage and the buried beat of her heart. it’s there, faint, but still humming your name. what a saint.

the first thing out of her mouth when she blinks back to life is, ‘…you could’ve kept going’ she could’ve died and still gotten off first. like a fucking freak.

“oh, please.”

“i was fine. could’ve taken more.” a stubborn little lie she keeps telling herself. she doesn’t even dare to look up.

you raise a brow, fingers smothering the fresh teeth marks on her neck, pressing into the forming bruise until she sucks in a hiss. “you passed out for like seven seconds.”

“exactly,” she continues. “could’ve gone for ten.”

#SCROMPTIOUS #LICKS FINGERS #ellie williams x reader #fic rec

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newjupiter · 17 hours ago

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ꪆৎ restless.

cw. fluff. smut nsfw. fem!reader. established relationship (ya'll are so in love). canon divergence. porn with a little bit of plot. sub!ellie. fingering & tit play/sucking (e!receiving). slight body worship. ellie is called pretty girl :3

ellie’s body twists and turns. she’s been at it since the moment the two of you decided to settle for the night, migrating from the couch downstairs to the bed upstairs. on any other night upon resting her head on the plushness of her pillow, ellie would’ve been knocked out; that was the magic of your guys’ bed worked, but evidently its magic had run out this night.

with a flop onto her side, a sigh huffs from ellie’s parted lips, her tongue darting out to swipe along her chapped lips as the alarm clock settled on her nightstand reads 3:44 a.m.

it’s as if your conscious could sense her frustration when your warm body flushes against her back, settling against ellie you lift a leg over her hip. “can’t sleep?”

guilt immediately pings within ellie’s chest at the hoarseness of your voice; she had woken you up with her restless stirring, she knows she has because she’s done it countless times before. and regardless of each time it happens, whether the nights are eerily repetitive because she’s had the same nightmare again or she’s scrambling in the bed, jerking to pull open the drawer to her nightstand to pull out the tattered sketchbook and pen, scratching whatever image had just flashed through her adventurous mind; you're always there to sooth her, and she feels guilt.

“it’s nothin’.” she blatantly lies, she knows you can tell because she's never been the best liar, her voice wavers towards the end of her sentences when she does. a dead giveaway that even she doesn't believe her words.

your arm comes to rest in the divit of ellie’s hip, taking the hem of her shirt in between your fingers, feeling the soft fabric before you plunge your hand beneath the material to lay flat against her stomach. enacting a shiver that subsides as you use gentle force to pull her further into you, wishing to morph into one.

“i thought we got past lying?” your voice laced with teasing a manner you hope she catches. nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the soft linen and the remnants of her woodsy soap lingering on her skin, it's a smell you know as home.

a shiver travels down her spine once more as you exhale. “we did.” she knows she's not giving you much to work with. and she knows that response was a bit snappy, but she's working on it. she's been working on it, old ways die hard, is what she's learned.

“so, talk to me, els. i’m no mind reader.”

she puffs air, returning back to her stirring ways, but this time to twist in your grasp to face you, your limbs becoming further entangled. “i’m jus’ frustrated is all.”

in any other moment you would've flicked your girlfriend’s forehead. you could tell something had her worked up without needing to see her face, but now that you have, her freckled face remains solemn and her eyes sunken from the lack of sleep. “with?” you egg her on, itching closer to decoding the puzzle that is ellie’s inability to outwardly express herself in moments like these.

ellie's eyes shift to anywhere but your face. focusing on the twinkle of moonlight that cascaded in while the night winds whistle a sing into the bedroom from the cracked window. this should calm the beating in her ears from the thumping of her heart, but as long as your touch persist on her, she knows she'll never fully be calm; it'll just ignite the low flames in the pit of her stomach to full blazing hot fire. "ellie." the sound of your voice grounds her, but her gaze still fights yours.

you hand springs from beneath her shirt, raising it to rest against her cheek, your palm warm from the heat radiating off her body. "look at me, baby." coercing her head so that she's finally looking you in the eyes, your gaze soft, and voice even softer, she hangs onto that word—baby. she cracks.

"i need you." it's nearly inaudible, her words breathy and quick, but you're lucky you caught it. unknowingly your eyebrows had been furrowed, they're released to raise instead, and you can't help the smile that's broken onto your face; it all makes sense now.

"that's all you needed to say." unlike ellie's, your voice was loud, and now honeyed from the hoarseness, but still had an air of lightness, to remind her that it's okay—okay to speak what you want, what you need. pulling her closer to place a sweet peck on her lips, pulling away before ellie gets too ambitious. retracting all limbs from her you pull yourself up to rest against the headboard, getting comfortable for the ride. it's a sight to behold when you turn back to ellie, still laid under the covers, propped up on an elbow as she watches you, chest heaving shallow breaths as she awaits with wide eyes for the next words to fall from your lips. outstretching a hand, "c'mon." kicking off the covers hastily, your hands stretch to rest on ellie's waist as you guide her body to be slotted between your legs, hovering her on your thigh.

her hands reach to cup at your jaw, and you pull her in by the grasp on her waist into a heated kiss, deciding now that you'd settle her down on her thigh, causing ellie to moan into the kiss.

you don't mind giving her what she wants right now, it's the least you could do, really. you'd somehow figure out how to become an engineer to build a spaceship for her, then you'd both become astronauts and explore space like how'd she'd always dreamed—it was a distant dream, but you'd make it reality, and when she's filled with content from the space exploration you'd also create some sick invention to take the moon and shrink it, so that back on earth, in her study she'd have the real (not a replica) of the moon she could examine at anytime of the day. and maybe that would destroy earth in the process, but you'd be too distracted from ellie experiencing happiness to really care.

maybe you're just lovesick as you sallow up ellie's moans, getting high off of pleasure, and that she seeks her pleasure in you; either way you wouldn't have it any other way.

snaking a hand around her front, you fingers leaving light strokes at her clothed clit. ellie pulls away with a gasp, letting her forehead rest against yours, peerkng down between your bodies to watch you, her mouth still agaped.

she still humps at your thigh desperately, the skin below the fabric becoming damp from her arousal seeping through her loose boxers. "'s wet f'me. wanna cum like this? or wanna cum on my fingers?"

your question fogs her brain further. when she flickers her eyes up to yours, you spot that you can barely see the forest-y green of her eyes from how blown out her pupils are, her gaze hazy beneath yours. she just moans when your press your fingers feathery light touch becomes harder. "moanin' isn't an answer." you tease, chuckling when ellie's eyes roll back and her head rolls off from your forehead to fall to rest on your shoulder.

"fingers." she mutters. and you hum, you would've liked a please to follow suit, but you'll let it slide, this time. a throaty whine erupts from ellie when her fingers disconnect from her needy clit, using the once busy hand to push at her hip, wanting her to push herself up from off your shoulder. and when she does you fingers find their way back to the soft cotton of her sleeping shirt, eyeing it as you toy with the hem, biting your bottom lip. looking up through your lashes to eyes eager gaze. "i want this off, first. want to see you." upon your request, ellie is swiftly hooking her fingers under the hem of the shirt to yank it over her head.

the hasty action causes her hair to stick out, it's cute, and you catch yourself chuckling to yourself as you bring your hands up to smooth over her hair. allowing your hands to follow the natural rhythm of her body, hands grazing down her face, down her jaw and neck, nimble fingers ghosting over collarbones, and following the perk of her tits. index fingers smoothing over her pebbled nipples before your hands all together rest below her tits and gently grope at them. "'s pretty." you admire.

flicking your gaze up to the woman seated in your lap, your chest can't help but puff up with love for her. and twisted enough, with pride that you're the one to turn her into a flushed mess, and that it's all only for your eyes. "d'you know how pretty you are?"

"you tell me all the time." she huffs. narrowing your eyes when ellie rolls, so you pinch her nipple, not acknowledging the small jump from her. you don't know whether she rolled her eyes from the fact that you tell her the compliment frequently (guilty as charged) or that she doesn't doesn't fully believe your words when you say it.

"and i mean it." your tone hard. leaning down to press a kiss to her sternum, ghosting you lips over her tits. "so fuckin' pretty." you mumble, not to her, but to yourself. ellie's hands fling to brace herself on your shoulders when you wrap your mouth around her perky nipple. your unoccupied hand sliding down her torso, hooking a finger into the band of her boxers, and thoughts of snapping the band against her skin flashes through your mind, but you just plunge your hands inside her boxers. fingers finding her clit once more, giving it a few needing strokes before dipping your fingers past her dripping folds. you push her straight away when you sink two fingers into her pulsing sopping heat, but she takes it as low moans escape her mouth.

despite your hand being stuffed within her boxers the lewd squelching of her cunt isn't muffled. letting up off her tit with a pop, you rest your chin against her sternum, peering up at ellie's fucked out expression, her eyes scrunched shut, and sobs of pleasure working you up further. you want this for her, you want her to reach her glorious peak more than anything at this moment. "takin' my fingers s'well, baby." you praise. and you show some love to her neglected, achy clit when your thumb begins to work steady circles on the bud.

"please—" she cries, hips bucking up into your hand while you work her on your fingers.

"are you close?" you know the answer to your question. her cunt is clenching around your fingers, and her sweet arousal dribbles down your wrist. but you just want to hear the neediness, the desperation in her voice.

ellie sobs further, her body jerking slightly, the grip she has on your shoulders tightening, sinking her nails into the clothed muscles to stabilize herself. "needa cum," her voice waivers, eyes snapping open when she feels your warm tongue swirling around your nipple. "please."

you think you could cum just from the sight alone of ellie above you, eyes drooping, lips swollen from kisses and tugs, rosy hue to her freckled cheeks. "cum f'me, you deserve it. deserve it so bad, ellie."

her climax crashes over like ocean waves against the heights of a cliff. her body shuttering, slumping into your arms, her cheek falling against your shoulder once more as your work her through her orgasm, mustering up enough energy to place light kisses on your neck. "there you go. did so good, jus' needed to get fucked to get yourself tired enough?"

#PHEWWWWWWWW #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #fic rec

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