#ellie smut

[yourelliewillms]

touchy ellie nsfw !!

minors and men dni

i just think ellie would be SO touchy all the time. she'd love to move her hands all over your body and touch every single inch of your skin specially at night.

after taking your clothes off and leaving you only on your underwear, she'd start moving her hands desperately caressing your naked skin in a sensual way.

her shiny green eyes locked with yours, checking your body every now and then just to see how your chest starts going up and down faster with every passing second.

her hands wouldn't stay in a single spot of your skin for more than a second, but sometimes she can't help spending more time taking special care of the flesh of your chest, digging her nails in your breasts mercilessly.

you on the other hand, would be fighting the impulse of squirming under her touch. just the sight of her gaze focused on your body would be enough to turn you on and make you want more of her.

and when she notices you're getting too worked up, she'd place sloppy kisses on your abdomen sending chills down your spine. a string of saliva connects her lips with your tummy and you would become a mess under her touch.

ellie would stare at you in silence, paying attention to every facil expression and sound you make and she'd pretend to be nonchalant and ask "what's wrong, babe?" when a whimper leaves your mouth.

omgg this isn't the smut i was originally writing first but i decided to post this one bc is "calmer" 😭 i'm still embarrassed to post this idk why !!!

[elliesbelle]

texts with college gf ellie

part 2

you and ellie have started living in an off-campus apartment together ♡︎

content warnings: dealer!ellie, cursing, mentions of marijuana, sexual content, mentions of sex, mentions of a strap-on, a bit of sexting, references to a strap-on as a "dick", mentions of penetrative sex, slight mention of a little daddy kink, minors do not interact

texts with domestic gf!ellie: part 1, part 2, part 3

texts with college gf!ellie: part 1, part 2

texts with gf!abby found on my masterlist here

i have a ko-fi if you like my work so much that you feel compelled to tip me ♡︎

we will see a free palestine

keep the lesbian flag creator alive

author's notes:

haven't done one of these in a while, so hope y'all enjoy this <3

first two convos are inspired by recent text convos between me and my live-in ex lmao (she was mad af when i fell asleep instead of unlocking the door cause she pushed into the front door expecting it to be unlocked and she spilled coffee on herself 😭)

also the uno convo is also inspired by the time my best friend and her gf were visiting me and we were playing uno with live-in ex and live-in ex was drunk and got mad as hell bc she apparently grew up with different uno rules slkdfjsdkl

making these reminded me to repair a few of my lingerie pieces cause i've been slacking on sewing them back ugh

also idk why this ended up being really sexy at the end oops well i hope y'all enjoyed anyway lol

[r3starttt]

GET IT HOT

cw: car sex. use of strap. fingering. sub! ellie. good girl, babe.

Traffic had been beyond horrifying today. You've had a long exhausting day, and you've prayed to any divinity to let you get home quick, to just cuddle and have a nice night with your girlfriend. Ellie begged for the same thing, having a thought day with clients at her job and then being all day burning due the sun and traffic, taking ages to pick you up and then ages to get back home.

She read your face the moment you got in the car, so you've got the privilege to get some sleep until you two arrived home. Which was for nothing because she had to wake you up before she even got the two of you out for traffic. She got bored and anxious and felt like exploding if she didn't hear you yapping about anything.

Eventually traffic faded, but there was still a long path before you even got near home. And your yapping didn't help at all, she was mad.

You could tell by how her hands ran through her hair, almost ripping it off. By how her fingers would grip the steering wheel, by how she would groan or mumble slurs to all those stupid humans driving like shit. She was hot, you were hot.

So, after overthinking it, you decided to wait till you got home. Ellie had a hard day too, and it wouldn't be any fair to make her put more effort for today, you could wait.

"Fuck" she groaned, throwing her hands to the air, not so accidentally slapping the flesh of your thighs. "What?" You whispered, trying to distract yourself from losing it.

"These fucking- everyone's fucking stupid- look!" Her grip tightened, making you squirm underneath her. There were some cars making a mess, how the fuck did these people got their license?

"Shit, m' sorry" the tone of her voice lowered, harshly moving her hand away. You furrowed your brows, letting out a small 'huh?'

"I was ripping your leg apart" she chuckled. Your hand traveled to hers, moving her to where it was just some seconds ago, making sure it'll keep in place. "Nothing you haven't done before, no worries"

"Seriously?" You rolled your eyes "what?" She laughed at you, slacing a cautionary glaze at you and then shifting her eyes back to the road. "Though you've had a hard day?" You shrugged "same for you"

She clicked her tongue "shut up" your fingers grabbed her hand, moving it closer and deeper to your inner thighs. You crossed your legs, feeling your panties stupidly wet.

"You sure?" She replied, cocky as her usual temper. Suddenly, all the anger she had from all day faded. "How's that?" Her fingers moved to the middle of your cunt, rubbing circles above your clothed clit. You whined 'good'.

"Yeah?" You nodded "If I slid my fingers like this, how's that feel?" Her middle finger slid over your arousal, deeping it just enough to make you clench around nothing. "Good, feels good"

"Come here" the red light illuminated your face. Your body, almost as a reflex, leaned towards her. Her lips pressed against yours, Ellie could not be craving you more.

"How're you this wet already?" She mocked "what have you been thinking-" You interrupted her, giving her one last kiss before the light turned green.

"Lean back" so you did, opening your legs wide and nice for her. The palm of her fingers moving your panties aside, letting her digit dance in between your cunt. It only lasted some seconds before she introduced her fingers inside you, smiling at how you clenched at her feeling.

You kept on bucking your hips closer to her hand if even possible, eliciting that sheepish smile, full of adoration. Fuck she couldn't have any better view.

The cold air hitting your bare legs, her fingers curling so deliciously inside you. The wetness and obscene sounds filling the silence between both, some groans and heavily sighs coming out of her too. You felt your stomach clenching at it.

She couldn't do much, and it was more than frustrating. To see how your hands gripped on anything you had near, how you tried to push her away whenever it got a little bit too much. See your legs closing, feel how damp her hand was getting. She couldn't wait.

So she pulled over. "Come on, sit on my lap" her hand pulled off your cunt, almost too abruptly. You whined at it, still doing as she asked you to. "Yeah, good girl"

"Look at you" she chuckled "kiss" your lips pressed on hers in such a messy desperate kiss, feeling your tongue dancing against hers, the drool escaping your mouth and to your chin.

"Pull it out" your hands grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer until she didn't let you "I know you feel it, pull it out"

You wanted to ask, stupid, knowing you already had the answer. She was always so considerating, wasn't she?

Your nails dragged along the hem of her t shirt, rolling it up right before her chest. You got rid of her belt, letting out the strap.

"Sink on it" your knees moved up hers, finding a better position. Just as the tip touched your arousal you let out a humiliating whimper, already so desperate for her. "Feels good huh?" She mocked.

"Now sink all the way down" she filled you just right. Without realizing you were already clenching around it, too focused on resting your weight on her, pressing your hands over her shoulders. You looked at her eyes, searching for a hint of pleasure coming out her. Ellie simply replied with a 'mhm'.

"Good girl, take your time, babe." you could hear how wet you were, moving up and down her lap. Her nose brushed your neck, holding your lower back, guiding you as you ride her.

Once you got yourself comfortable you started to speed your movements, hearing your arousal becoming more wet at your every move. Ellie kept on letting out repetitive pleads. The friction on her clit started to her way too overwhelming.

She pulled your shirt off, immediately meeting your nipples with her mouth, dancing her tongue on each of them. Her hips started to buck into you, making the friction for both stupidly perfect.

You felt your cunt clenching, a contraction on your whole body, all accompanied by her pretty whines, her tongue making a mess on your breasts and her drool covering your nipples.

"Cum for me babe" you asked her, harshly grabbing her pretty face, already messy, and pressing your lips against hers, feeling your inner thighs get covered by your juices. "Can't- Can't, fuck-"

Her mouth opened very slightly, whining at your mouth. Fuck she was so pretty. Her fingers gripped tightly at the fat of your hips, letting the pleasure invade both your bodies.

That until she caught her breath, letting out a sheepishly laugh per usual, shushed by your lips on her temple. "Love you" "love you too"

[cinnamonmilf]

overstim with sub!ellie ⋅⋆⁺𐚁♡ও⁺⋆⋅

“i c-can’t!” she whines desperately as you try to draw out of her the fourth orgasm of the night.

“yes, you can, baby. just give me this one and then we are done.” you coo while sucking harshly on her neck. adorning her soft, pale skin with red and purple love marks. all while pressing the vibrator right on her sensitive clit.

god, she’s so adorable. brows furrowed, lips pouting, green eyes glossy, cheeks flushed and the symphony created by her pretty little sounds is nothing short of perfect.

you turn up the setting to the highest level and she lets out a cry. a single tear rolls down her freckled face. she’s so fucked out, you could swear she can’t take it anymore. the truth is she loves it when you do this to her. but ellie being ellie, she’d never admit it.

“aww, are you crying?” you mock and she rolls her eyes at you. even in this state, she’s too proud to admit just how much power you have over her.

“shut up,” she says.

“watch the attitude, els.” you warn, pressing harder on her clit.

“nghhh, shut the- mmph- fuck up!”

you slap her soft, tear-stained cheek. with no time to even process it, all she does in return is moan. the pain doing nothing but enhancing the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

“oh, you liked that, huh? god, your are such a slut, els.” you tease with a smirk plastered on your face.

“i’m- fuck- sorry, mommy,” she pants. broken breaths trying to form a proper sentence.

you start to noticing her chest rising and falling faster, her sounds getting louder. you know she’s close.

“fuck fuck fuck- i’m gonna cum!”

“mhm? cum for me, princess.”

the knot in her lower stomach finally snaps and you take it all in. the way her back arches, the way her legs close with a shake, they way she bites her rosy lip trying to be quieter but ends up letting out the sound anyway, the way her eyes roll to the back of her head. she cums so. fucking. hard. what a fucking sight.

once she comes down from her high she looks like the prettiest mess you’ve ever seen.

you tuck loose and disheveled hairs behind her ears, kissing her cheek and tracing soft circles with your fingers on her skin.

“you did so good for me, pretty girl. ‘m so proud.” your sweet voice whispers to her.

“fuck, that was intense.” she pants and you giggle.

“i know,” you say, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“mkay,” she responds, her voice raspy and sleepy, “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.”

BOYCOTT TLOU DAILY CLICK

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a/n: i feel sick from how bad this is lmfao. trust i will get better when i start writing consistently again

[bloodpawprint]

please write a pervyneighbour!ellie fic I’m begging u PLEASEEEE need her so bad

ellie williams x fem!reader .. sfw ? ౨ৎ

this is more like... pervycrazyobsessiveneighbour!ellie

did you really... leave your window open...?

either ellie had suddenly lucked out, or you couldnt sleep due to the hot weather... maybe both. didnt matter, she continued to pry open your window further.

she knew it was wrong— illegal. but how could she resist you? her sweet, kind new neighbour who always left your blinds open and only smiled when you caught her gawking from her own house.

her feet land on your bedroom floor with a thump, she feared it would wake you, but you dont move an inch. you should be thankful its not some random creep sneaking into your window in the middle of the night, just ellie.

she just wanted to make sure you were safe.

your room was still stuffy with heat despite the cool breeze of the night. but it still brushes over your body, causing your nipples to harden under the thin cloth of your tank top

you've caught her staring before, but you were certain it was harmless. maybe she couldnt hold eye contact... she's harmless.

ellie stalks closer to your bed. youre so peaceful and unaware that it worries her... anyone could break in and harm you, it breaks her heart to think about

she's supposed to protect you, thats why you moved next door right? for her to protect and take care of.

she stands tall at the side of your bed, watching you stir in your sleep and unconsciously kick the covers partially off your body.

she can see the shine of sweat over your body, her poor girl.

she wished to help you; maybe she would gift you a fan tomorrow. maybe you wouldnt even notice the camera implanted on it.

she crouches beside you as you turn on your side, snuggling your face into the pillow. she craves the feeling of your skin against her hands, squeezing everywhere she wants to and planting kisses and love bites all over.

she knows you want that too, she can feel it. why else would you move next door? youre just playing hard to get.

she lifts her hand carefully, letting the tips of her fingers just graze over the side of your face and down your neck. her breathing picks up, the slightest touch making her chest feel light and fluttery. "my girl..."

her fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt, using it as an excuse to touch your cleavage. you were perfect. she didnt deserve you, didnt deserve your love and devotion.

but oh how she needed it.

you were her life now, she lives and breathes you— and you remain clueless.

she leans forward, softly kissing the tip of your nose. "i love you."

[les4elliewilliams]

OK OK HMO

How about ellie giving reader anal as a punishment kinda thing for coming home so late after a party?? PLS I LOVE MEAN ELLIE

omgomg. I swear I'm so obsessed with mean Ellie. Sure, she's lovely and she can be such a sweet, caring, thoughtful girlfriend. Put your health and well-being above everything else, but at the same time, she can be a big meanie. And all I can think of is that one coworker!ellie fic I wrote not too long ago. She's such a meanie, I would love to fight her ass for hours to be honest, even for no reason at all; just seeing her getting all riled up and fuming red is such a turn on?????? like be mean to me i'll cum. ANYWAYS!!

cw ; wc: 4k words approximately. anal sex, smut (no shit! ik.). she accuses you of cheating, and she won't let you cum ;( dom!ellie if it wasn't obvious. kind of rushed towards the end and not proofread, sorry :((

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

Afterparty punishment.

As you stepped out of the Uber, you were blinded by the bright glow of your phone's screen. You stared at all the lost calls and texts from your girlfriend, chewing on your bottom lip. Though you had heard your phone ringing, you wanted to stay longer with your friends and unwind after a long and stressful week at work. But your girlfriend had made it clear that she expected you to be home by midnight, and it was already 3 in the morning. You couldn't help but wish that she was sound asleep by the time you entered your small shared apartment — but you knew it was unlikely. You had a strong feeling that she was up, waiting for you, probably ready to lash out at you for being so late and not answering any of her calls or texts. You could already feel the tension rising as you approached your apartment complex.

You carefully turned the key in the lock, twisting it slowly and quietly, hoping not to disturb her in case she had dozed off while waiting for you to return home. As you pushed the door open, you could hear the low hum of the television set emanating from the living room. You tiptoed forward, trying not to make any noise, but just as you stepped into the room, she turned her head to look at you. Despite the calm expression on her soft features, you knew that she was anything but relaxed. Her eyes bore into you with a piercing intensity, and you could feel the full force of her anger emanating from her. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were fixed on your every move, waiting for you to speak first. You could tell that she was furious, and you braced yourself for the storm that was sure to come, letting out a long sigh.

You were the one who broke the silence first "Hi babe." your voice sounded gentle and subdued, your facial expression tinged with a hint of guilt. You slid your coat off your shoulders and hung it by the hooks on the wall. The air inside felt different than when you left to go to your best friend's party, and you could sense something was off. Her voice was soft yet firm and harsh as she replied, "Hey." She didn't even sound as sweet as she did when she said goodbye to you before you left. You kicked your heels off and left them by the door, not bothering to put them away even though you often yelled at Ellie for leaving her worn-out sneakers by the door.

"Where the hell have you been?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger as she stood up from the couch and marched over to you. Her previously calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by frustration and annoyance. Her face was freckled and scrunched up in anger, as she struggled to contain her emotions. "I'm so sorry, I was stuck in a traffic j-" you began, your voice apologetic. But it was clear that she was infuriated with you. She had called you multiple times, texted you, spammed your phone, but you never answered any of her calls. As time passed, she became increasingly worried that something might have happened to you and couldn't believe you could be so careless. She scoffed at your attempt to make up an apology, knowing that it was a lie, she wasn't buying it. She looked at you skeptically, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "A traffic jam?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You expect me to believe you were stuck in the traffic for over three hours?" She shook her head and let out a loud sigh of disapproval. It was clear that she thought you could have come up with a better excuse.

Just when you were about to respond to her rhetorical question, the woman abruptly raised her hand to signal you to keep quiet. "Don't even try to give me that bullshit," she scolded, her voice rising in anger. "You could have at least answered my calls or texted me back. But no, you just leave me sitting here, not knowing where you are or if you're okay." Her frustration was palpable, and she wasn't done yet. "I trusted you to be home by midnight. Do you have any idea how late it is?" she continued, her voice even louder and more incensed. Her arms were tightly crossed, causing her biceps to bulge, and you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on them for a few seconds longer than necessary. So fucking toned, she was too fucking fine even when fuming red and when she looked like she was about to strangle you.

You stood there before her, silent and unmoving as she let loose her verbal barrage. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she continued to scold you. She's all fired up, and you could feel the heat emanating from her body. "It's three in the damn morning," she growled, her words like daggers in your ears. She didn't leave any room for an argument, as if you had any reason to protest. The anger that fuelled her words didn't dim her beauty, though. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over you as you watched her. With her black tank top hugging her curves and torso perfectly, her bulging bicep muscles inviting you to come closer, run your fingertips over her smooth and freckled skin, just like you usually did in the bedroom. The fire in her eyes, her commanding presence, and the way her body moved with each angry gesture all combined to create a powerful aura that was almost...hypnotic. You found yourself inching towards her, your tongue running along your bottom lip, not that she seemed to notice, too busy lashing out at you "Just because I leave you the freedom to go out with your friends doesn't mean you can leave for that long and be completely unreachable," she spat, her lips curling up in disdain. The rage in her voice was like a torrential downpour, drenching you in her fury.

You let out a laugh and watched her face shift from surprise to confusion and eventually to anger. She towered over you, her towering frame casting a shadow over you. "Oh you think this is funny? You think this is fucking funny?" she spat out, her musky scent invading your nostrils as she stepped closer. She took a deep sniff, "What, are you drunk too?" she asked with disdain, this time actually waiting for you to talk "Just tipsy, El."

A scowl etched across her face, the lines around her mouth and between her brows more pronounced. "Who were you with? Cause I'm sure someone kept you there, am I right?" she accused you, her voice low and husky, as if she was battling with her thoughts and emotions. Her words carried a hint of insecurity, a slight crack in her usual confident facade. Her jealousy was a sign of her affection, a sign that she cared deeply for you and feared losing you. She has always been overthinking it since she met you. You were so perfect, too perfect. Out of her league. She knew she was wrong for accusing you, yet her anger and insecurities overtook her logic. It was like a fever that burned deep within her, urging her to let her emotions take control. But she also knew she could trust you, you had proven her multiple times. You were the only thing in her life that gave her a sense of stability, and she was terrified of losing that. Even as she raged and accused, there was a part of her that wished she could take it all back, but the damage was done. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and she didn't know how to fix it, yet she couldn't bite her tongue. "Ellie, are you seriously accusing me of cheating on you?" You felt a sense of disbelief and hurt at her accusatory tone, your eyes narrowing as you tried to understand why she would say such a thing.

"I don't fucking know. Did you?" Words kept slipping from her lips, dripping with venom and malice. You could almost feel the weight of her anger pressing down on you, suffocating you with her wrath. She crossed her arms over her chest like a fortress, her eyes narrowing as she watched you with a mix of uncertainty and suspicion. Her body language was rigid as if she were trying to hold back an explosion of emotion beneath the surface. Her jealousy was undeniable, like a fire burning in the pit of her stomach, consuming her from inside.

"Are you dumb?" you exclaimed. You had never given her any reason to doubt you, so her words hit you like a blow to the gut. Despite her insecurities, she had never accused you of anything like this before, and it left you feeling hurt and confused. Your chest felt tight as if the accusation had left a physical imprint on your body, making it hard to breathe. You looked at her with a mixture of anger and disbelief, not quite sure of how to respond. "Are you a whore?" Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to process what she had just said, and a flush of anger and arousal spread across your chest like wildfire. Your cheeks flamed with a blush, but you tried to suppress it, not wanting her to know how deeply her words had affected you.

"Excuse you?!" You snapped. She kept gazing at you like a laser beam, drilling into your soul. You were unable to move or speak as she stood over you, her toned arms crossed as if daring you to speak out of turn. You were simply speechless, your words dying in your throat, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a ton of bricks. "Did I stutter?" She repeated, her words dripping with sarcasm, and you could see the fury in her green irises. You were left speechless, your mouth open but no sound escaping your lips. "Take your clothes off," she demanded you, her voice low and firm; you were frozen in shock as her words hit your ears. You felt your heart start to race at her words, your mind struggling to comprehend what she was asking you. "Wha-" but she cut you off, predicting your question "Your actions have consequences," her tone stern and unforgiving.

There you were, bent over on the couch, your ass prominently displayed for her hungry and unforgiving eyes and your weight balanced precariously upon the palms of your hands sinking into its cushions, you found yourself in a vulnerable position while her eyes devoured every inch of your exposed skin. She loved the sight of your fucking ass on display for her...man, she was loving every second of it. Love bites covered your collarbone, boobs, and neck. She was rougher than usual – not that you minded, of course. She stood behind you, adorned only in a pair of sleek, black boxer shorts and a strap that hung close to your dripping entrance. The anticipation mounted as she teased and taunted, never actually fucking you like you were begging her to, instead, choosing to punish and drive you insane. She knew the effect she had on you; this was some sort of game to her, a punishment, and she was playing expertly. You were making a mess on the couch, so wet, she swore she had never seen you this needy and desperate for her. Upon your left ass cheek, the imprints of her five fingers stung gently as she kept slapping over the same spot whenever you'd talk back to her with an attitude or when you'd try to ride her black strap, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this one bit.

She held your beloved vibrator dangerously close to your achingly responsive nub at the gentlest setting, but that was enough to send ripples of ecstasy coursing through your throbbing core, making your hips buck into her to seek for more, but again, she wouldn't give it to you. You groaned softly as she hovered over you, "Please, baby, fuck me, please..." You pleaded and pleaded, but she didn't budge. "What is it that you want, hm? My dick?" you whimpered when she set the purple wand pressed onto your clit to a different speed, making your hips wiggle and move around slightly; she knew you were close. "Don't you dare fucking cum without asking first" her voice ringing in your ears like a drumbeat. It was a harsh, demanding tone, but there was something almost musical about it, an undertone of raspy sensuality that turned your stomach in knots. "PleasePlease'mclose" You begged her for mercy, your voice pleading and desperate. You were completely at her mercy, utterly dependent on her for your release. "Baby..." She murmured softly, her voice like velvet laced with silk. This gentleness nonetheless held a mocking undertone that suggested further torture awaited you, leaving a few damp kisses on your back as she supported her half-upper body on your sticky and sweaty back. "If you had been home by midnight, none of this would happen." The gentle reminder hung in the air, another cruel twist of the knife, as she denied you the sweet release you so desperately sought, determined to prolong your punishment for the time being. It was the second time she was doing this, driving you fucking insane. Your walls clenched around emptiness, your whimpers growing increasingly pitiful and urgent. "Ellie... please, I'm going to cum," you pleaded softly. Unable to resist, you thrust your hips backward, seeking more of her; you needed her to fuck you badly, but she wouldn't even fucking touch you. You've been begging and begging for an hour now, still fucking nothing. When she heard you gasp, her emerald eyes traced downward, taking note of the tip of her strap, embedded in your drenched pussy. what a fucking slut, she thought to herself.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she withdrew, leaving you to emit a frustrated whine and an empty feeling behind; your wispy brows furrowed in despair, a picture of helpless longing. "Pleasepleaseplease... need you so badly," you pleaded, your voice wavering and weak. "I want to come on your cock" You failed to persuade her, it gradually dawned on you that she was immune to your usual tactics. A mournful groan echoed through the room as she turned the toy off, your neglected clit throbbing almost painfully. "Ellie, plea-" you began, only to be silenced by her stern interruption "How many hours were you late?" but you sighed, trying to apologize again "Baby, I'm so-" Her hand landed forcefully on your asscheek, followed by a gentle caress to soothe the lingering burn. This contradiction between tenderness and roughness sent shivers through you. An involuntary yelp escaped you, your hips involuntarily flinching away, only to be swiftly guided back into position. "Answer. The. Question, slut." she steely commanded  "Three... three hours," you stammered, your voice thick with lingering desire, your breathing laborated.

Her voice, a mix of raspiness and sweetness, offered an ultimatum, "Last one before I actually let you cum, hmm?"

Three hours late, three orgasms taken away from you.

Finally thrusting into your aching hole and fucking it relentlessly just to pull out of you when you were about to cum. What a fucking dick.

Your body was trembling, your heart racing as you were completely out of breath. Every inch of you felt hypersensitive like you were on the verge of breaking apart. The sensations were overwhelming, almost too much to bear and she wasn't done with you yet.

"Please, may I now?" you implored, your gasps ragged. Mockingly, she replied, "Don't think you can handle it." Ellie teased, her voice dripping with playfulness, you could sense the mischievous grin appearing upon her freckled face in her voice, even if you couldn't see her. "You've got to be fucki-" Your protest was silenced mid-sentence, curtailed by her stern retort "Language. You want to cum or not?" Despite her harshness, amusement lurked beneath. Reaching for the forgotten lube on the coffee table, her weight shifted on her knees, her restlessness palpable; both of your and her knees were starting to hurt, but neither of you seemed to care enough. You exhaled, attempting to quell your nerves. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" she grumbled, twirling the cap between her nimble fingers. "I was worried, waiting here for you the whole time..." she confessed. "I lost track of time," you conceded, partly honest. You just wanted to drink with your friends, have fun, and stay out late. Was that so wrong?

You glanced over your shoulder, your head tilting ever so slightly, capturing her fluid motions as she opened the lube bottle, filling her palm with its slippery contents. When she noticed your fascinated gaze, she smacked your asscheek once more, this time setting your sensitive skin aflame. A whimper escaped you, "Eyes on the clock, princess," she crooned menacingly. "Needa learn how to not lose track of time, yeah?" she had this mocking tone going on, you winced "Stings..." your voice tinged with vulnerability as frustration smoldered in her eyes, eliciting a venomous "Maybe next time you''ll actually answer your fucking phone when I'm calling you" Your eyes darted to the clock hung on the wall before you, searching for some way to gauge the time that had passed. Each second felt like an eternity as your lungs burned with each breath, desperate for the relief withheld from you. The tick-tock of the clock only made the anticipation more intense, each sound like a taunt aimed at you. You couldn't help but wonder what she was planning next.

"I said I'm sorry" but your apology met deaf ears once again. "Sorry isn't enough for me, pretty" her skilled calloused fingers coated your asshole with slick; you couldn't still your restless hips, and the auburnette, anticipating your withdrawal, clasped your waist firmly. "Stop moving, damn it! Just hold still for a moment." Frustration simmered beneath her plea, your restlessness seriously testing her patience.

"Ellie!" you whined, struggling in vain, her strong grasp upon your hip muscle holding you in place. "I thought we agreed on no anal," you argued, but she swiftly shot back, "I thought we agreed you'd be home by midnight." You let out a deep sigh, rolling your eyes in defiance. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your heart pounding in your ears, and yet, you were too fascinated by the power dynamic created between the two of you. 

"Fucking cunt," The words slipped from your lips unintentionally. You heard the slap before you felt it, a sharp and burning sting on your exposed skin. Your flesh felt on fire almost instantly, a reminder of the power that she held over you; the pain was an added layer to the excitement, and you were grateful for the rush of adrenaline it provided. "Still talking back, huh? Have you learned nothing?" Her voice was low but firm, a tone that shook your very core, sending chills down your spine. The power it held over you was like a drug, an exhilarating rush that left you absolutely desperate. You loved being put in your place, even if you'd never admit it out loud.

"Oh, but you can call me a whore?" She didn't even acknowledge your words, dismissing them with an airy huff. "Cause s'what you are." she muttered under her breath, her thumb tracing a wet path through your glistening folds, collecting the sweet nectar. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips, a hum of acknowledgment mingling with her words. "Look at this fuckin' pussy, god. You love when I'm mean to you, don't you?" she mused aloud. You were so fucking wet that it almost shocked her; she definitely was going to do this more often. Who knew you'd get so turned on while arguing? "Bet, this is why you always startin' shit" she accused you, chuckling dryly.

"Shut up," you pouted, she readjusted your posture with meticulous precision, her tattooed forearm brushing against her sweat-dampened brow, the silicone cock secure in her grip. She pressed the head against your resistant entrance. Before doing anything, sweet words of reassurance fell from her lips, a gentleness in her voice that you hadn't expected, but she still cared about your well-being and comfort; she loved you to death, after all. "Relax, babe... Last thing I wanna do is cause you pain." You felt your muscles relax as you listened to her; she let out a sigh before guiding it in slowly. "Fuck fuck!" Your cry of distress melted into a plea for relief, her thumbs pressing into your dimples of Venus for stability.

"Get the vibrator, baby," she commanded, pausing her invasion momentarily, allowing you to seek solace in the pulsing violet wand, the intense vibrations reducing the pain. "Ellie!" you cried out, amplifying the toy's relentless hum while she resumed her actions. "Ugh... You're so fucking tight," she grunted, her thumbs tracing gentle patterns along your spine, a balm to soothe your sensitive nerves. 

"Ahh!" you gasped as she filled you fully, her digits digging into your supple curves, latching onto tender flesh. She drove her fake cock deeper into your tight stretched passage, letting your hole adjust to her size, stretching it out so good. Your hips sought hers in response, hungrily pursuing every retreat she made, and she laughed softly as soft moans were spilled from your lips. "Ohhh look at you. You fucking brat," immaculate moans spilled forth, painting a picture of pure pleasure and pain on your features. Your eyes rolled involuntarily in the back of your skull, the wand's vibrations maintained a steady assault on your nub, and the surroundings became faint murmurs.

She paused briefly, taking note of your trembling legs before lifting you effortlessly towards her, her chest pressed against your dampened back, you could feel her hard nipples pressed against your drenched skin. Her left hand groped your budding tit, as the other replaced your quivering hand with her own, the violet toy vibrating on your aching nub with renewed vigor. Your panting cries reverberated throughout the apartment and in her ears, mixed with frustrated squirms. It was fucking music to her ears. "Baby, fuck..." You were struggling, completely blissed out of your mind. Your eyes were stuck in the back of your head, your mind lost in pleasure. The sensations were becoming too much, unbearable. The toy's vibration was set higher, causing you to squeal and squirm in her hands. It was like being caught in a whirlwind, a tornado of sensations that were pushing you on the edge. Her hand teased and twisted the nipple between her fingers, her touch almost feathery in its softness. She was in control, and you were just her plaything. She hummed back, covering the purple marks on the side of your neck with persistent kisses as her strap continued to slide in and out of you. "Close, angel?" She hummed against the soft skin of your neck, and the vibrations tickled as she moved closer pressing a few more kisses on your skin. You could feel her breath on your skin, warm and inviting. She savored every little sound you let out for her; the sounds she forced out of you were all hers. She was making you feel this good, no one else.

Your hand intertwined with the one that rested on your breast, and your other hand reached for her, your fingertips tangled in her auburn hair, as she continued to attack your neck with kisses and your tight hole with her harsh thrusts. "Close...hmmm...p-please" Your whimpers filled the air like a sweet melody, one that seemed to echo in your girlfriend's ears for a prolonged time. "Not gonna pull out this time, princess. I promise," she reassured you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, yet they held an undeniable power over you. You felt as though you were melting into her arms, "Gonna be a good girl and listen to me for once?" which had you nodding vigorously, the hand between your thighs covered by a whole waterfall, you were so wet, she could hardly believe her eyes. "Alright, bunny. Cum for me, yeah?" she didn't even need to tell you twice, you've been holding it for so long that it felt good to finally let go. A tidal wave crashed upon you, the walls of your posterior clinging desperately to her strap.

You collapsed on all fours once again, your hands sinking into the cushions of the worn-out couch. The sound of your cries filled the air, and you were completely breathless. Your chest felt like it was on fire, the heat spreading throughout your body with a ferocity that you had never felt before. The sound of her breathing mixed with your ragged breaths. She slowly pulled out of your ass and discarded the purple toy somewhere on the floor.

"I was right by the way" Ellie suddenly said, leaving you puzzled. Her tone was triumphant, and you couldn't quite figure out what she was talking about. "'Bout what?" As you struggled to catch your breath, you managed to utter a few words, each one punctuated by a deep inhale and a ragged exhale. "You're a whore" you turned around, she greeted you with a playful tone. You couldn't help but notice her rosy cheeks and the glistening of her sweaty skin, with droplets of sweat rolling down her temples. Her lips curved into a cocky smirk, making you scoff in response. "And you're a cunt." you quickly responded back in the same playful tone.

"Need me to teach you another lesson?" She teased, beckoning you to nestle on top of her, your body adhering to her freckled, sticky skin. Trying to suppress your grin, you muttered "Shut up" in a lighthearted tone; she bursted out laughing at your reaction, finding it amusing.

"You better always be on time from now on," she said in a fake stern tone, her eyes fixed on you. "I learned my lesson," you replied, trying to sound apologetic. But deep down, you knew that you were going to repeat the same mistake, just to receive this kind of attention and treatment from her again. Unable to resist the thrill and the rush of adrenaline that came with being punished scolded from her.

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INDEX

Believe it or no, Ellie and you can behave as friends. Good Friends.

“Fuck!”

Friends that go to shop together in need of best friend advice, Friends that casually hang out at the Ice Cream Shop and maybe share the same spoon and try not to make it dirty, Friends that would paint each other nails, etc.

“Keep it down”

¿Green or Red Dress? Skirt. ¿Skirt? Yeah, friends give advice on clothes all the time, they want you to shine and look your best but be comfortable for any situation, like if you go to a Party, you will move a lot, you need something easy to let you do that, something easy to slide…

“Ellie…”

Now, in case of going to a party, you have to pre-game! Take out that strawberry vodka bottle out of the closet and pour the shots ¿What are you waiting for? 1, 2, 3… okay, okay, you might want to slow down, that’s half the bottle, you have to walk to the frat party, of course you have a good friend like Ellie that will put her arm around your waist to help you, yep it tingles. BUTTERFLIES OF FRIENDSHIP.

“You see? The skirt was the best option”

“I-It wa- god, yes yes yessss”

You’re a little bit more sober, enough to walk to the centre and dance. Dina is much better choice for a dancing partner, she will hype you even more than alcohol can, also she knows all the popular songs, she will scream them together with you and will jump of euphoria when they put that one song ¡Oh yeah! She has to grab Jesse to dance to this one, you get it.

“Who’s in the bathroom?! There’s a line waiting!”

“¡Almost done, dude, wait! … ¿Almost done, baby?”

“mmmhm s’close”

Cat’s not here

YET. She will, she has to be around her girlfriend always but she’s not now, so she won’t tell Ellie to chill if you grab her to dance this one song, put her hands on your waist, she might be shy at first as if it was the first time you two danced like this, so close to each other, your ass grinding on her pelvis. Yes, you can’t see her but you know that she’s biting her lower lip by the way her grip lowers to your hips, pressing you two even more together.

“Ellie, I barely feel my legs”

This is the most friendly friend thing to do ¡Oh! Actually, it’s not. Going to the bathroom together IS the most friendly friend thing to do as good/best friends to gossip, to check makeup, to hold the hair of the other if there’s vomit involved, to eat your friend out if she made you so fucking horny that you could literally kiss you in front of everyone despise you both being in a relationship with others.

You adjust the skirt and look at yourself in the mirror, the dim light not letting you see if you looked one hundred percent decent, the knocking in the door intensifies, someone must be urgent to get in. A moment ago, you were on the toilet seat with your legs spread out in mid-air, and Ellie’s face was in between them.

“How do I look?”

“As if you’ve seen heaven”

“Cocky much? Let’s get out before-”

When you were opening the door, it got pushed almost making you fall if it wasn’t for Ellie behind you. It was a dude that entered the bathroom quickly pulling down his pants and peeing in the bathtub, oh that was gross, Ellie had to poke you to stop looking and keep walking as you both started laughing.

“What the fuck was that?” Ellie asked putting her arms around your shoulders to keep you close, there was more people in the house than before and the music was even louder. You shrugged looking around to see where Dina and Jesse where, maybe they were outside close by the pool but your eyes spotted someone else, a girl with short black hair dressed in all black with red and white accessories, seated in one of the couches, looking straight at you.

“Ellie!” Cat got up waving at her girlfriend. Quickly she dropped her arm on you and went to hug and kiss her, of course you were following behind her just to plop down in the corner of the couch, looking somewhere else that wasn’t them. “Where were you? I’ve been looking for you! I asked Dina and she had no idea”

“My fault, Cat, the tequila shots sent me straight to the bathroom, Ellie was helping me”

Ellie sat too with her Cat on her lap now and her hand around her waist moving up and down, but why do you care? Good Friends don’t put that face, change that annoyed face! They are the couple, she’s THE girlfriend.

“You two are always together…” She said in a cold tone, almost sending shivers trough your spine and sure Ellie felt the same because she shifted in a better position and cleared her throat “I see the way you look at us sometimes, as if you hate us being together”

“What?”

“Yeah, at first I thought you were homophobic or something like that, but Dina told me that you weren’t and I believed her, maybe I just saw you in a bad mood, but I started to see that your face was always like that when you saw me and Ellie together, so my question is ¿Do you like Ellie? Is that why you act like that, I’ve seen how you look at her sometimes too and maybe she’s too oblivious to see it but I’m not”

She had obviously been drinking a lot before you two met her here but the way she was talking… She had all this thoughts bottled inside of her waiting for the right moment and you for sure knew that it was mostly the alcohol talking because Cat was someone who would address this type of situation in private and maybe watching how close Ellie and you were triggered her.

“Let’s talk when you are sober, Cat, but just so you know, I don’t like Ellie in that way, only as friends and roommates-”

“Oh, for fuck sakes! You are a whore and everybody knows that, you don’t respect your relationship with Daniel and you think because of that you can meddle in between other’s relationships!” She screamed getting up from Ellie’s lap, catching the attention of the people around, you were just looking at her, unbothered of her words, even if they were true. “If you think that your basic slut tricks are going to break up me and Ellie, you are wrong, she would never cheat on my with a skank like you.”

The people started gathering close to you, Dina and Jesse also came outside the moment someone shouted about ‘Ain’t that Daniel’s girl?!’ knowing that it must be you. “You don’t have nothing to say? You’re not going to defend yourself? So it’s fucking true”

“Cat, stop, you’re drunk and overreacting” Ellie said grabbing Cat by the waist and trying to walk away but she shook her head, taking her hand off of her. You could only chuckled, that triggered her more ¿You were laughing at her? No way “Let’s go, please, everybody is looking at us, you will regret this tomorrow”

“I don’t fucking care, Ellie, I know she’s your friend and you care about her but she don’t see you as that, she wants you! Let me cool her down”

The gasp that left your mouth as the cold beer splashed on your face was the same as everyone there, Dina practically ran to grab your arms because she knew how bad that night could end.

“She’s just drunk, forgive her, no need to fight her, please” she started saying dragging you back to the house and get you cleaned up but you stop her. If Cat wanted an answer, you were going to give it to her, since she wanted to act like that.

“Cat…”

Ellie knew that look in your eyes and she knew you two were fucked. That smirk you had in your lips could only mean that you were ready to spill some venom.

“How does my pussy taste?”

Oh, that's not a very good friend thing to do.

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Notes!: sorry I'm dropping these a little slow I’ve been tweaking out but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and Ellie!! Reader is VERY closed off and scared of change. While Ellie has an attuide problem and money issues :P. Hopefully I can get this proofread in a little💀

Summary: Through frostbitten windows, she laid cocooned in the sheets, her spirit shattered by misery, forcibly thrust into the unfamiliar surroundings of a campus. Like suffocating fish yearning for the familiar embrace of the sea, she struggled to find solace. It was time to let go of Arizona and embrace the dawn of a new chapter. Tread the ice…suffocating the words that threaten to spill from your lips…she wished she could forget…

TW: self-image issues, identity struggle, trauma, ptsd, religious trauma, homophobia, internal homophobia.

Chapter one

↞chapter two↠

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A gentle breeze of crisp, chilled air caressed your numb, neglected cheek as you lay sleepily in bed, while a shiver broke the comfort of your slumber. The savory aroma of breakfast wafted your nose, emanating from the yellow, cracked light filtering in through your doorway. You hummed groggily fluttering your weary eyes open, peaking at your frost-bitten window still exposed from last night. Painting the windowsills in small powdered flakes and the room in a somber blue.

Now broken from the bliss of your sleep, you slowly sat up in the messy bed cluttered with hangers and out-of-place sheets. Your eyes scanned over your hoarded room over the brief weeks of your stay. Before they met the obnoxious neon red of your alarm clock.

“6:30 am”

Confusion furrowed your brows seeing as the lights below were on, accompanied by a faint shimmer of bacon aroma and the soft murmur of the homeowners. "It's early," you thought to yourself, considering the situation. Your aunt worked from home, and her wife didn't depart for work until 8 am. Then again…it must have been another futile attempt to drag you from your bed. You couldn't blame them though…the women never had children but even they were smart enough to know that your wallowing wasn't the healthiest…Much to their luck, the trick was a small success being that your stomach grumbled in frustration with the lack of dinner you had yesterday.

With a soft sigh, you threw your legs over the edge of the bed dragging your weight up lazily to your static tingling ankles. Walking yourself sluggishly to the bathroom for relief before brushing your teeth. Staring blankly into the mirror…no more bruised cheek…lip still a bit cut but could have been discarded as just dry skin. You brush the small nick feeling your heart sink again…

Was it...wrong to miss your mother…? Though you have shamed her with your sins…Enough…she wouldn't even spare you her gaze now…Be grateful someone even fucking took you in…

After your short spiral, you splashed water half-heartedly on your face, attempting to quell the tumult within before venturing out of your room, craving tranquility. Bare feet gliding gently over the cold wood floor, your fingertips skimming the glossy railing of the stairs as you descended. Where you were met with the faint reasoning of their early ruckus.

"I just think it's early... I mean, it's only been two weeks," your aunt murmured softly, as she rested her head on her palm, the other hand cradling a mug of black coffee. Her wife, her counterpart, disagreed. "Then what? Do we let her stay locked up in her room...until she finally takes action to end her misery?" Rachel huffed softly as she flipped bacon. "You're being dramatic," Aubery replied, her concern and annoyance evident. "And so are you," the blonde hummed, finally turning off the stove. "Look... maybe she's not doing that bad, but her moping around all week, not going out, isn't good either," she added. Aubrey nibbled softly at her lips, unsure how to navigate their choices. "...I suppose you're right," she whispered, prompting a small smile from her wife. "Come on... it's not like we're taking care of a little girl. She was in college before she came here. She shouldn’t let her years go to waste..”

Your heart weighed feeling anxiety run back through your nerves considering the thought of even returning to your studies….meeting new people…replacing Hannah…. A small scowl crept onto your soft lips as you continued down the stairs, causing the older woman to glance over. "Look who's up!" Rachel beamed, but her cheer only served to deepen your annoyance. Did you dislike her? No, that wasn't fair to consider. She was a nice woman, intelligent too, but undeniably pushy. You offered a noncommittal hum in response, withholding any hint of amusement. After grumbling a soft "Morning," you took a seat at the table. Your aunt immediately sensed your displeasure, her expression softening as she took another weary swig of her coffee. She's trying... don't be a brat... you mentally scolded yourself.

“I’m guessing you heard our conversation?” Aubrey muttered gently, while you childishly petty, shrug biting your lip. “A little…” You murmur shifting uncomfortablyas if you were psychically fighting your mental turmoil. Before you could dwell further, you were interrupted by a hearty plate of food placed before you, accompanied by a gentle smile from Rachel as she settled beside her lover. "Rachel works on a campus nearby...we've already submitted a few things for you, even drafted a letter—" Aubrey began, her voice trailing off as Rachel interjected."We think it'd be good for you to get back into the swing of things," Rachel announced, her hand resting protectively over Aubrey's. "Especially since your aunt worked really hard to get your records from your mother, and we took you in, and—"

"I'll go," you huffed bitterly, exhaustion evident in your tone. The couple's eyes widened in surprise as you began to scarf down eggs and bacon, hoping to avoid a confrontation about your reluctance to leave your bed. "Really?" Rachel chirped, disbelief coloring her tone. With a full mouth and a small glare, you nodded, and Rachel's smile widened, her hands clasping together as if she had received a reward. "That's great! I'll inform the council and arrange for a tour tomorrow!" Forcing you to choke slightly in fear. "Tomorrow?"

"Of course! The campus is small, and not many students live around here anyway. It'll be just fine!" Rachel reassured you with unwavering enthusiasm swiftly finishing her breakfast before standing up from the table. Just as your appetite had dawned on you, it now quickly disappeared with your hearty bite along with the forced news. Your aunt's smile weakened seeing your anxiety before her gaze flickered back to her wife rushing around to leave for work ending with a gentle peck on the lips.

Your stomach clenched at the tender scene before you, a mix of disgust and a faint trace of envy stirring deep within. It felt peculiar witnessing such displays when they used to be mere rumors of who embraced sin, and tangled with Satan. But it was rather opposite, horribly sweet…striking up a new contradiction. This was no evil. Perhaps you were simply annoyed you lost who you cherished? Though when she was there, you cried in pure hatred for your identity…your truth….and that question still lingered: would you ever come to accept it? Or would it haunt you like a lone bird chirping in the misty mornings? Regardless, you pushed it aside, fingers tracing the familiar contours of your cross. A feeble wall of resentment towards your own wants.

The soft click of the front door closing snapped you back to reality as Aubrey approached, noticing your struggle to eat. "... wanna talk?" she offered, her eyes filled with understanding, to which you shook your head sighing softly. “S’..only gonna make it worse…”

“Why do you think that?” she probed, concern etched in her voice. Your body tensed, opting for silence, prompting her to sigh. "...I know this is tough, but you deserve better. Your mother had no right-"

“I don't want to talk about my mother-” You interrupted firmly. There was an awkward silence between you two, and you could tell she was itching to spill horrible things about your mother, about your faith…But she knew it wasn't something you could forget so easily..she couldn't either. “I just….want you safe…and healthy….I’ve never been good would kids…but…I want to get to know you even if it's selfish to say…I’m glad I have this chance…” She confessed toying with her coffee mug anxious for your response.

Your gaze softened, laden with guilt. Despite your reluctance to accept her care, her selflessness pierced through. And all you could manage was a sad smile and a hesitant response.“…I’m…sorry I’m just….I don’t know…” Though even if it was just a short stammer, a brief summary of thousands of words you could say, Aubrey still took into consideration mostly happy you “opened up.”

“N-no no! It’s fine…I just…want you to know that I care…that Rachel cares…even if you don’t like it…we just want to push you to be better..” She muttered gently letting her knuckles gently brush your cheek and straight your fringed bangs. “If it were up to me I would’ve let you rest longer but…maybe Rachel is right, maybe you can handle a little action?” She questioned unsure how to prompt this news as something…exciting….fun even. “I guess…I mean…I can…I can handle it…” you remark rubbing your clothed thighs tempting to soothe your nerves. Aubrey smiled softly in return giving an affirmed nod before standing from the table. “Well…we should get started on shopping then”

“Shopping….?”

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There is another layer that comes with identity, which is appearance. A factor that has always blown over your head back in the South. Besides, the sun was constantly overbearing you were lucky if the day ended with your makeup still presentable. Nonetheless, you were quick to remind yourself this wasn’t Arizona. Especially when you had to borrow your aunt's coats and snow boots. Or when you had to scrounge up the single pair of jeans you brought with you…that’s when you finally grasped a goodbye to simple shorts and graphic tees.

Because you now were another hour deep in shopping with your aunt because of your own…lack of “pizzazz” or whatever nice way boring she could describe you as. Not that it bothered you; you had little interest in being bold or making an effort to stand out. The only time you felt compelled to care about your appearance was around Hannah, a fact that often left you feeling embarrassed. You bland was your nature, like black and white uniforms in grade school. It's not like there was room to explore skimpy fashion under your mother's roof even if you cared to venture. Just simple faded tees and jeans, along with a few cotton dresses for sermons.

But this? This was a jungle, a horde of junk untamed by staff and another unnecessary stress besides getting back to your studies. You would have been fine with another pair of blue jeans and a sweater but thrifting? Maybe your aunt really was out of the ordinary. Being that she was leading you around the store stuffing random fabrics into your weighed arms. She seemed excited even…you felt horrible to be such a blank face. But what could you do? Creativity wasn't really your thing…maybe logical…pessimistic…an eye sore?

Fortunately, your compliance paid off, and the older woman relented, allowing you to escape the burden of the mountain of clothing you were carrying. As she led you to the checkout, you were greeted by a slender, artsy chick with a short, neat bob, blue puppy liner accentuating her eyes, along with a detailed sleeve adorning her right arm. Her furrowed brows and dark pupils expressed disbelief as she looked at you and your purchases. But then again with the way you dress who would believe it…

Her pin read “Cat.”

Well, I don't like your fucking attitude cat…Wait that's mean…Don't be mean…Jesus I’d look at me crazy too…your mind rambled, and unfortunately, the silence only seemed to invite your aunt's chirping. "You look young! Did you just start working here?" Great, small talk. It's not that your aunt was annoying you, but you could already feel your body cringing. And "Cat" didn't seem amused either, appearing more sassy than before.

Great….small talk.

It's not that your aunt was annoying you but, you could already feel your body cringing."Yep," she hummed dryly. "You in college?" Aubrey prodded, eliciting a sigh from you as you desperately sought an escape from the dreaded small talk."Yeah?" The cashier responded indifferently, scanning the jeans and stating the price without a trace of humor. You clumsily searched your wallet, only to find $70.00 instead of the required $78.30. Guilt flooded over you as you stood there with insufficient funds, but Aubrey intervened, laughing as she pushed your hand aside.

Your heart raced as you over the small spill, longing to flee. Cat's eyes met yours, a mix of curiosity and irritation evident. "Really? Huh... don’t get why she'd come here... this place is a ghost town. Honestly, I'm only here for my girlfriend." Your mind quipped about Cat's sudden verbosity, yearning for the solace of your bed. "Well... have a good day, I suppose... newbie," she said, sliding the paper bags towards you as you hastily snatched them and made a swift exit from the quaint shop.

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Despite yesterday’s news, the return to student life had nearly slipped your mind—until Rachel burst in, jolting you from slumber. "What are you doing?! It's almost 8:00! Come on!" She pleaded as nicely as she could, shaking your groggy shoulders. Another morning hijacked as if your commitment to the women had vanished. But as long as you remained under their roof, escape was out of reach until graduation. It’s not that you hated academics, or wanting to learn and become someone. It’s the atmosphere you hated, and college was no better than high school. Without the drug-like presence of Hannah, you already knew this day…week…months so on…were gonna be a goddamn shit show.

Enough with the morning moping; you were already running late. Hastily, you threw yourself out of bed and navigated through the cluttered room, rummaging through the bag of clothes you'd purchased the day prior. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you struggled to decipher what your aunt had selected for you. By the end of it, you found yourself simply matching color tones, uncertain of what truly went with each other. Finally going with a simple pair of dark jeans and a navy blue baby doll top. Accompanied by a lacey white tank top underneath so you wouldn’t suffer even more freezing breezes. Finished off with simple makeup and your sliver cross necklace shamefully tucked under the fabric resting on your heart. Grabbing your book bag your head zipped over to the door seeing Aubrey dressed up more than usual…she looked nice…but still quite as worried as usual. “You ready? Rachel’s getting antsy.”

“Yep.” You replied with a small nervous huff slinging on a black puffer coat and a fluffy pair of boots trailing downstairs.

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“Your grades are quite remarkable…I’d say we are lucky to have you on campus..” The elderly lady spoke kindly going through your transfer records. While you shyly twiddled your thumbs bouncing your leg rapidly like a mere kindergartener. “She is, isn’t she?! Just a little quiet.” Rachel huffed proudly with a smile caressing your shoulder. It made you question if the woman ever lacked optimism, considering the fact she barely knew you.

"Well, silence allows for deeper contemplation and learning... and reflection on one's surroundings. Perhaps you should consider philosophy, as we don't offer religious studies," the Chancellor suggested, delivering another blow to your faith, which troubled you after your recent betrayal."I suppose..." you murmured fearfully, your eyes averting as you nibbled on your bottom lip. Your observant aunt quickly interjected, "What about cheerleading? It's on her schedule, right? I used to see photos and such, and she's really talented, I know it..."

The chancellor's gaze softened slightly hearing Aubrey's soft plea. Her aged fingertips moving to take off the gold-rimmed glasses she wore before setting them aside. “First….I just…want to say how sorry I am for your situation. It's incredibly sorrowful.” She confessed forcing you to tilt your chin up to meet her gaze. As if this day couldn't have gone worse, the reminder made your eyes gloss. “S’ fine…” Was all you could muster before silent forcing yourself not to cry. “But…While we do offer cheerleading seasons are short, because summers are short. Just like our football team getting into the sport is extremely hard given how many students signed up at the beginning of the year…and you unfortunately arrive at a time when admissions have been long closed.”

How fucking fantastic.

“-But!” the woman went on her thin lips tugging into a gentle smile. “We have a great girls' hockey team! They even offer tons of scholarships and are very happy to take in newcomers, since the campus is quite small and well…hockey isn't necessarily a girl's dream sport…” she huffed jokingly.

No shit…

“Oh, that would be great! A new sport! Something to keep the blood going! new experiences! Come on you should do it” Rachel cheered clasping her hands together. “But..I don’t know a thing about hockey..” you countered worriedly. “I’m sure they’d teach you…and it’d probably be nice to have a new face in there…” Aubrey added with a soft smile your graze whipping to her in betrayal. “Finical aid…trips out of state few parties here and there it wouldn’t be…horrible.” The Chancellor hummed with a small carelessly shrug causing you to huff in disbelief. Because of course, they weren’t the ones in your seat, it didn’t matter to them but it seemed so fucking passive-aggressive. “I-I don’t know…”

“Come on…” Your aunt whispered gently. “….don’t you want something….new?” She questioned. Trigging a pause in you…maybe she was right….or maybe you could join and get the shit beaten out of you….but….maybe….just maybe…

You could forget Arizona.

“I’ll do it.”

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The campus was indeed as small as locals said, your first day made up of a few morning classes. “Filled” with a reflective 12-15 students and possibly a few others had they shown up. The hallways exuded a suffocating quietness, yet somehow managed to instill a gentle calmness in your nerves. Your previous campus, though small, was marred by constant noise and unbearable overcrowding. The outdated facilities barely functioned, not to mention the presence of obnoxious students. Perhaps this new environment offered an escape—a serene beauty that you initially scoffed at, tainted by the bitter memories entrenched in your beloved home in the warmth and embrace of the South.

You even had time to venture during your few hours between afternoon classes and morning ones since you were running up and down the field doing flips. You…had time. You had a moment to take in your new reality without the audience of your aunt and her…preppy lover. You had a small dorm, a bit chilled and gloomy but it was yours. Along with an old cafe near a retro record shop that you had yet to see. You were curious for once in your life. You didn’t know your way around and you didn’t know the name of every shop in town.

You escaped Arizona…but you yearned for the comfort of familiarity.

Thankfully, your burdened thoughts began to lift as you made your way to a dimly lit chapel just down the street from campus. Opting for a seat in the back to evade the small crowd of worshippers, you attempted to focus on the sermon. But, your concentration faltered, and your heart sank at the sight of a large cross proudly displayed on a central beam. A feeling of suffocation washed over you, compelling you to confess, to unload your guilt and shame before God. To feel comfort in the chapel once more. But Just as you were rising to head towards the confession booths...

Your phone buzzed.

“Hockey 2:00 pm”

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Your shoulders tensed as the chill of the rink seeped through your sweater, exacerbating the sinking feeling of shame from earlier in the afternoon. You shuffled awkwardly inside, feeling out of place amidst the bustling atmosphere, akin to a lost mutt. The contrast with the serene calmness of your morning classes caught you off guard, leaving you taken aback by the cacophony of noise.

Like the rest of your classes, the rink was only made up of a few girls probably eleven at most. But for a team, it seemed more unorganized if anything one girl sitting the the bench mindlessly tapping away on her switch, a few others scattered around competitively practicing. But there was one girl in particular….not in uniform talking to another chopper-headed girl…wait….

Fuck it’s that cat chick from yesterday….

Don't notice don't notice don't notice. You prayed ducking your face away now hidden under your palm before an older woman called out your name. "Oh, you must be the new girl!" Her voice carried a teasing tone, her posture exuding confidence. With short platinum blonde hair and piercing pale blue eyes, she commanded attention despite her age. "I'm Coach Miller, but you can call me Maria," she declared with a hint of a Western accent. "I've heard quite a bit about you."

"Really?" you replied, taken aback. "Yes, and I must say, I'm terribly sorry about yer’ situation," she continued, unaware of the discomfort it caused you. Fucking Christ who didn't Rachel tell? You suppressed a sigh, only to be interrupted by the coach's call. "Girls, gather around! I want you to meet our newest teammate!" Your body immediately tensed and you flusteredly toy with your sleeves watching the girls quickly skate over their attention locked on you.

Well all besides one girl, the auburnette was still chatting with Cat laughing as they gazed over.

What is this highschool again?

"Williams, including you! And Cat, I've told you before, if you don't play, you can't stick around!" Maria scolded, her annoyance evident. But "Williams" merely scoffed, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she leaned in to peck the shorter girl's lips, her gloved hands gently groping Cat’s flanks. The other girls chuckled, and a swirl of curiosity filled your stomach. "Now, Ellie!" Maria's voice cut through, pulling the player away from her lover, who smirked smugly as she complied.

"Little shit," the coach muttered under her breath, while the other girls whispered teasing remarks to Ellie. "Alright, everyone, listen up! We have a new player from Arizona. Let's give her a warm welcome!" Maria announced proudly, introducing you with a smile playing on her lips. Thankfully, you were greeted with mostly warm smiles and brief introductions, except for Ellie, who seemed more interested in starting trouble than welcoming you.

She didn't even bother with pleasantries, just furrowed her brows in disbelief. "Arizona, huh? You play?" she asked skeptically, causing you to feel a pang of shame. "No..." you admitted quietly, watching her green eyes narrow in frustration. "Coach, you're telling me Arizona is going to play with us, and she hasn't even played before?" Ellie's tone dripped with irritation, disregarding your presence. Maria rolled her eyes at the girl's outburst.

"Is that a problem?" she challenged. "Of course, it's a fucking problem! We have nationals in less than two months!" Ellie retorted sharply. "Watch your language, Ellie!" Maria snapped back. "Listen here, this girl has come a long way, and if she wants to be on the team, she's earned her spot. We have enough time to teach her the game, and you better watch your tone," she growled, locking eyes with Ellie. With a final glare, Ellie pushed past you to sulk on one of the benches.

Her sharp emerald gaze watching your every move as you chat with the other girls making your smile flatter nervously. Until another girl came up to you, with thick wavey hair and pretty freckles scattered all over her nose. She said her name was Dina?…too much happened to matter. “Let's get you in uniform yeah?” She affirmed taking your wrist leading you to willingly follow desperate to escape the stranger's gaze.

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While you might have initially felt a twinge of embarrassment from your encounter with the cat, you weren't entirely engulfed in humiliation. Now, as you find yourself seated on the icy ground, your ankles feeling the strain of the heavy boots and gear, and your legs turning to jelly from the brief skate around, you can't help but scowl over players' speeds. At least they were trying to help though considering the fact they were born and raised in snow they got it down.

Hell, you could barely strive forward let alone backward. This was nothing like roller bladding on scorched cement. It's not that you weren't athletic…but maybe pathetic. You could already feel another cry blurring your vision which wasn't making your sob story much better. With sore ankles, you clumsily propelled yourself forward, taking in a shaky breath, desperately hoping for some semblance of stability. Just as you felt your body teetering forward, on the brink of a chilly rock-bound plunge, another girl swooped in, her firm grip securing you against her chest. "You good, newbie?" she snorted, her tone a mix of amusement and reassurance. She was tall, her helmet shamefully hiding her charming features besides a few long sandy stands. You presumed her name was Abby…well you would've cared to remember if Ellie hadn't scared you off.

Flushed and slightly dazed, you glanced up at the blonde, offering a faint nod, only to receive a small smirk in return, accentuating her plush lips.….Cocky….had all the girls in here been cocky…You pondered until Ellie, unamused by your lack of practice, rudely interrupted. “Arizona! Had enough flirting?” she growled sarcastically leaning on the edge of the rink. “I-..” You stammered in return clutching your twig nervously. "Lay off Williams, it's her first fucking day," Abby interjected bitterly, revealing the absence of any camaraderie between the two. "I don't know, she seems to have it down, right? She’s wasting time chatting when she should be skating," Ellie taunted, stepping onto the rink and gripping her twig. "Let's start her off with the basics, shall we? Just a short game."

"Lets not maybe? She doesn't even know how to play," Abby added sarcastically, but Ellie merely raised a brow in response, carelessly shrugging. "She's got to learn soon enough, and you know how important nationals are, Anderson," Ellie retorted, her shorter stature carrying an air of challenge. But unfortunately, Ellie was right and shredding Abby's pride just slightly. “I’m not doing this right now.” She muttered with a bitter scowl tonguing her inner cheek as she shoved past Ellie. “Sorry, captains gotta do what needs to be done” Ellie mocked in bitter amusement while you stood there almost petrified.

But Ellie wasn't empathic, quite the opposite actually. God…where did coach go you pleaded mentally when Ellie's attention snapped back to you. “Alright, ladies huddle around!” The captain called out leading the puzzled girls to stride over. “We’re gonna teach Arizona here how to play got it?!”

“What? She can barely skate.” Nora informed once more. “Thanks for stating the obvious Nora, but I'm caption and I think this’ll help her, and I don't have time to sit and baby a newbie. If you girls wanna fucking win, let alone have a chance we gotta straighten her out” Ellie demanded sternly. You're gaze flickered around seeing the troubled faces of the other players, and you were already panicking. “Abby sitting out, five on each side just defence practice alright? Simple enough even for you Arizona.”

Arizona…that stupid fucking nickname. You can handle this...is what you were telling yourself…. just to prove this snarky bitch wrong. Who did she think she was, anyway? If she wanted to criticize your break, you'd set things straight. Focused, you tracked your team's every move, sliding over shakily, brows furrowed, bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth. Leaning forward, you waited anxiously for the puck to shift.

With a shrill blast of the whistle, Abby set the girls in motion, and they swiftly darted around, aggressively striking the puck. You, feeling bewildered, clumsily attempted to follow suit just as Dina expertly slid the puck over, grazing the tip of your blade. Several pairs of eyes flicked over to you, causing your heart to sink. Before you could react, Ellie effortlessly intercepted the puck, shoving you aside and scoring a goal. Off balance from the collision, your body lurched and crashed once more onto the ice, now speckled with small splashes of scarlet from your nose.The rink fell silent as the girls stood in shock and remorse, except for Ellie, who remained unfazed, panting lightly as she surveyed the scene. "What?" she asked innocently. "You're such a dick..." Nora scoffed, sliding over to help you up. "Are you alright?"

"Been worse…" you muttered, fingers pressing against the bridge of your nose as your chin remained defiantly elevated, streaked with crimson. Just as Maria returned from her brief absence, the scene unfolded before her. "What on earth is happening here?!" she exclaimed in shock and disbelief, hurrying back inside. "Ellie thought it was a good idea to get the rookie in a game." Abby confessed, shooting a furious glare in Ellie's direction. "Is that so, Miss Williams?"

"What?! Maybe I did! Is it the end of the world? Come on, Maria, get a grip. We need to focus—" Ellie retorted before Maria swiftly cut her off.

"I don't want to hear it! You're always starting shit, and now someone's injured because of it! Keep getting smart with me and you're out of the team!” the coach declared bitterly, causing Ellie to shift in shame.

"I-I... Look, I'm sorry, Maria... I need this scholarship, please—" Ellie began, but Maria's tone brooked no argument.

"If you want to keep it, you better shape up, Williams," the older woman growled, reaching out to gently grasp your arm as Nora guided you off the ice. "Since you seem so keen on being in charge, you’re trainin’ the rookie."

“What?!”

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Notes!: HIII, I’m hella late I know but if there are any mistakes I'm gonna proofread hopefully today. I just wanted to get this out before it was any later. Also, tell me if you guys want shorter quicker chapters or long ones that take a bit. But the next chapter will pick up a bit more! Maybe in Ellies POV??? Not sure yet. But! It might take a bit to write I'm going on a date this weekend. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter tho!!<3

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[savannahsdeath]

Ellie and reader having sex, but Ellie starts to talk dirty and reader gets embarrassed so she hides her face in ellies neck. But Ellie teases and tells her not to hide bc she's so pretty. (Imagining this w/ strap in missionary position if u could do that'd be wonderful😍)

shes so awhzjxbag ok i cant . also i got really carried away but uhh hushh warnings: just strap on smut, everything said in the ask;)))

: ̗̀➛ "you hear that?" ellie asked, smiling proudly as she looked down at you. you closed your eyes and tried to focus on whatever she meant, but the only sound entering your used, tired brain was your own moans. you strained your hearing and slowly drifted off to more distant things, like the strap pumping in and out of your desperate cunt, messily and noisily. "such a mess..." ellie chuckled, listening to the sloppy act. "but it's not my fault you're so wet for me."

: ̗̀➛ you gulped, losing a hold of your concentration. your foggy mind couldn't think of an answer - did you do something wrong? should you apologise? or was it some kind of a praise? "els—" you started, but the long s turned into a melodious moan.

: ̗̀➛ "speak up, sweetie." ellie whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. you used the moment of closeness to hold the back of her neck, not letting her pull away. she cocked her head to the side, your gaping lips brushing her earlobe as another whine escaped your throat. you quickly pursed your lips, letting yourself make only muffled sounds. but you didn't last long, as every thrust and every inaudible whimper seemed to forcefully open your mouth from the inside. "don't hold back, i want to hear you." ellie reassured, but much to your surprise she didn't wait with her ear next to your face to hear your response. she tilted her head to face you, making you feel her piercing, but not judgemental, gaze.

: ̗̀➛ you honored her with another moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, to the point your eyelids uncontrollably closed. "mh— fuck." you groaned, your fists clenching around the bed sheets as your chest raised in a deep breath.

: ̗̀➛ "i can make you feel way better." ellie bit her bottom lip, holding back a proud smile. "i can make you be way louder. do you want that?" you huffed, way too dumb to speak up. she could as well start talking about the weather now, and you wouldn't have any idea how hilarious it is. "tell me, doll."

: ̗̀➛ you swallowed up another pornographic sound which wanted to sneak out of your throat. ellie's questions were usually easy to answer, so you thought a simple, weak "yes" will satisfy her.

: ̗̀➛ yet, her only response was an amused "yes... what?" as she brushed your messy hair out of your face.

: ̗̀➛ your face flushed, almost burnt with heat. your hands tightened their grip, bringing her closer, making your face find a spot to hide in - the crook of her neck. "i—" your lips parted again, brushing against her skin. she let out a sound similiar to your whine, as if to mock you, yet there was a loving undertone to it. "want you to make me feel good, els." you quickly murmured, finding a one second break.

: ̗̀➛ "well, i want to see your pretty face as i do." she whispered in a gentle tone, but didn't move away. "you have no idea how beautiful you look under me, with half lidded and watery eyes." she continued and your body slowly got rid of the previous tension, your grip on her also relaxing. she finally withdrew, glaring down at you. "just don't move and look pretty for me, yeah?"

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[pearlcigs]

⋆ make a woman out of me

christian!virgin!reader x ellie williams

summary ⋆ you swore to yourself you only longed for ellie in a platonic way, but as you get older you seem to realize just how pretty she really is.

warnings ⋆ 2.95k ⋆ smut, i might get cancelled 🤷‍♀️, reader (non penetrative) virginity loss, religious themes, ellie is 19, reader is 18, pastor's daughter!reader, mentions of homophobia, alludes to reader's parents being homophobic, ellie smokes weed, pet names (pretty girl, babe, honey, baby, good girl), cursing, first kiss, corruption, corruption kink, oral (r recieving)

time moved slowly within the parameters of jackson. the same familiar faces, day in and day out. though, it was comforting living in such a community. the horrors of the world beyond the walls that stood tall was something you rarely wanted to think about. it made you sick to your stomach to think of your friends, loved ones, even people you weren't particularly close with, outside of the safe walls, being face to face with whatever monsters marred the unhabitual world.

your parents were strict with religion, your father being the only self acclaimed paster that jackson has ever had to offer. there was never a time you could remember, even before finding refuge in the cozy town, where your parents weren't devout. vivid memories of your mother's fingers gliding over the cross necklace she wore around her neck when you would get in trouble. disappointed sighs and signs of the cross, begging the lord above for forgiveness, explaining to the sky you were too young to know what you've done was a sin.

the bible was followed closely in your home, and you obliged without caution. you prayed, attended your father's mass sessions in the tiny chapel just down the road where he preached the bible, wore the holy cross around your neck to show your devotion, you've read the old torn and withered bible you were so lucky to find front to back. religion was all you've ever known and you had found no reason to ever question the man who hung on your wooden walls, hanging from a cross with his hands and feed nailed to it like an animal. that was, until ellie.

"come on, don't you wanna jus' see what it feels like?" ellie teased, waving the joint in front of your face like a taunt. "no thank you." you replied, sitting at the foot of her bed, legs crossed, eyes wandering around her room. when ellie first came to jackson you were infatuated with her, dwindling it down to pure want but only of friendship. "good girl, that's what you say when someone offers you this shit." ellie moves the weed away from your face, inhaling it and then turning away to exhale the smoke away from you.

it started with just friendly smiles, offering to show her around and help her get to know everyone. she was wary of you. honestly, afraid of your friendly demeanor. people on the outside of the jackson walls were cruel and vicious, she thought, with no doubt in her mind, you were being friendly to lure her into some kind of trap. she danced around you with caution, keeping her distance but also decidingly giving you a chance. she quickly became fond of you, your personality, your looks. everything about you appealed to ellie and something about that made you proud, even more eager to befriend her.

the words 'good girl' ring from her mouth and you're not sure how to respond. was there even a proper response to your best friend calling you that? a simple nod was all you could come up with. watching her lips intently as she blew the smoke out of her lungs. your fingers came up to your neck, fiddling with the cross necklace around your neck, a habit passed down from your mother. ellie never paid much attention to your shy outlook on life. you were reserved and a part of her liked that she had so much of you to herself.

it wasn't until you were 17 that you finally came to terms with the fact that your infatuation was more than just a yearning to be her friend. tears of guilt streaming down your face in the confessional at the shoddy chapel, divider between you and the young volunteer who was ready to beg jesus to abolish your sins. "i'm a girl... and i like another girl." you sniffled, lowering the pitch of your voice instinctively so he wouldn't see past your anonymity. ache in your heart when silence was returned, until soft mutterings of a prayer, asking jesus to forgive your tainted heart.

ellie extended her arms behind her head, a small stretch that gave you big feelings. her shirt rode up, exposing the small of her stomach. you swallowed harshly, wondering why god would tempt you with something like this. a soft sigh emits from ellie's lips, flicking the almost finished joint into a nearby makeshift ashtray. another soft sigh falling from her perfect lips. intent eyes trying to be secretive of the no less then unholy thoughts that you were being tempted with.

ellie was put off at first by your fervent religion. her experiences were tainted, never having a good visual of what a healthy relationship with god looked like. she was unsure if you were going to try and convert her into some pious worshipper. you weren't secretive of your religion and that much was enough to make ellie suspicious. with time she realized you were different from the other religious people she's met. only bringing up your religion or anything to do with it when you were directly asked or if it was really important to speak about.

"whatchu lookin' at, pretty girl?" she chuckled as she noticed the way your eyes locked onto her, like if you looked away she'd be gone. it wasn't unusual for ellie to be flirty or to make casual remarks about how pretty you were. still, every time she did your cheeks were adorned in a rosy color. "just you, i guess. i dunno..." you answered back quickly, hoping that answer was enough to satisfy her eager curiosity. "yeah? just me? got something you wanna say to me?" she was just joking around, trying to get you riled up and flustered but you did have things you wanted to say to her.

"no." you answered, though you were sure she wasn't expecting an actual response. "no? yikes, babe, i'm hurt, thought we had somethin' real here." she smiled and you felt the butterflies in your stomach become tongue tied. one thing you loved about ellie above all things was her smile, how the skin around her eyes scrunched up just the tiniest bit, the apples of her cheeks becoming more prominent. everything about her smile made your head spin.

"els, i like you." the words slip out of your mouth before you could even process what was going on. her smile that coerced you to confess to her in the first place falters. "i'm sorry?" she questions, unsure if you meant what she thought you did. you had never said anything that led ellie to believe you were homophobic or that you thought all gay people were sinners like most of the older people who were religious in jackson did. but still she was careful to keep her sexuality from you, strongly assured you would take after your parents' stance on homosexuality.

"i... i don't know why i said that." you say, truthfully. mouth slightly agape and eyes widened with shock that you'd just outed yourself after years of trying to force down your feelings. there was a silence between the two of you. silence wasn't uncommon around each other, sometimes the both of you preferring to spend your time together quietly as a way to unwind after a treacherous day. but this silence was different than those times. ellies breath was caught in her throat, words jumbled on her tongue.

she only began reacting when she saw the panic on your face, followed by your eyes becoming glassy. "hey, hey. don't cry. it's okay." she comforted, sitting up and placing a hand on your knee. she wasn't good at comforting people, you were well aware of that. "i didn't mean to.." you admitted, voice timid and quiet, still uncertain to how she would react. "hey, it's okay, honey." the term of endearment sliding off her tongue like she was meant to call you that for the rest of your lives.

"i'm not mad." ellie affirms, her tone soft, knowing how afraid of other people's anger you are. another flash of silence emerges, just you and ellie staring at each other. neither of you knowing what to say. she pitied you, seeing how much you resented yourself. your bottom lip slotted between your teeth, biting hard enough to potentially draw blood. "don't do that..." she mutters, gently running her thumb over your partially chapped lips, pulling your bottom lip out of your teeth's grasp.

your breath hitches, a small shudder traveling up your spine. your eyes locked on hers, your heart beating loud enough for the whole world to hear. ellie's eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes. "i've liked you for a while." you admit, knowing there was no going back at this point. "oh, yeah?" her voice was low, some would even describe as seductive. her thumb still lingering on your bottom lip. "yeah." you whisper back, your eyes now flickering down to her lips.

ellie's hand moves to your jaw. her eyes flicking down to your lips one last time before she leans down and presses her lips against yours. her lips are soft, just like you had imagined. she seems skilled, like she knew what she was doing and what the end goal was. a small smile forming on her face as she realizes you have no idea what you're doing. “like this.” she mumbles against your lips acutely aware how clueless you were when it came to romance.

you follow her lead, doing your best to follow her lead. her free hand finding your waist, squeezing gently. you pull away, panting faintly. "i don't know.." you mumble, trailing off as ellie puts her lips back to yours. the hand that was on your jaw roaming to the back of your head, fingers getting tangled in your hair. "i know." ellie responds moments later, her lips brushing against your with each syllable. you couldn't comprehend what was happening, your mind going blank with ellie's lips on yours. she adored the way you looked at her. looking at her like you needed her.

she gently lays you back, grabbing the first pillow she could find and settling it under your head so you were comfortable. her thighs either side of your body, her body weight on top of you, giving you a cozy feeling you'd never experienced before. "you don't even know how long i've been wantin' to kiss your pretty lips..." she whispers, her bangs hanging in front of her face. you bring your hand up to her face, nervously tucking the hair behind her ear. "god, you're so fuckin'..." she stops, just taking a second to admire how alluring you looked under her.

her lips dip down to your neck, slowly biting and sucking on the skin. your breath hitches, a small whine pushing past your swollen lips. ellie groans against the skin of your neck. "make more of those pretty noises f'r me." she mumbles, hips rolling over yours, another whine spilling from you at the pleasurable feeling. ellie's kisses move away from your neck, down your body. trailing down your collarbone to your clothed chest to your stomach. her lips stop, hovering right above your pussy.

your heart was beating out of your chest, you back arching a little in anticipation. "how bad do you wan' it? tell me, baby. tell me how much you wan' me." she was totally and utterly obsessed with you, her mind becoming drunk by the thought of you— the mere sight of you. "p-please, els..." you mumbled, voice timid from embarrassment. it was partially expected though, you'd never done anything like this. "i want you..." it was simple but effective, making ellie go feral for you. "fuck—"

she lowers her lips to your pussy, kissing over the fabric of your shorts. watching her through hooded eyes, your pussy throbbing from her touch. "gonna eat this pussy s'good. show you what you've been missin' out on." she groans, the fabric of your shorts dampening as she trails her tongue over the sensitive area. ellie surprised herself, shocked that she was able to dirty talk to you so easily like this. your hips were writhing against the bed, more eager than you've ever been in your entire life. you felt dirty for wanting this, knowing that god was watching you become a total slut for ellie.

ellie's fingers hooked on your shorts, pulling them down slow as slow could be, chuckling as you whined. "ellie. ellie, please." you muttered, begging for her to hurry up. ellie's eyes rolled back, the sound of you begging getting her more aroused than she's ever been. no one's ever made her feel like this before. she was done with the teasing, if not for your sake but for hers. she pulled your shorts and underwear off swiftly, discarding them somewhere to find later.

her eyes locked on your bare pussy, fighting back a moan at the sight. "you've got me so fucked up, babe." she muttered, kissing around your thighs first. you were nervous, breath shallow and quick paced, hungry for ellie but embarrassed nevertheless. your voice was caught in your throat, blinking quickly as you watched ellie kiss all over your thighs. ellie looked up at you and you were able to see that she was just as nervous as you. "is this okay? you can tell me to stop." she sounded sincere, pushing aside her pure need to get your consent.

you nodded, not trusting your voice. "use your words like the good girl you are, yeah?" she's longing to just taste your glistening cunt. "yes— yes, els. 't's okay..." she doesn't waste another second after hearing your shaky voice, tongue urgently dipping between your wet folds. you moan at the contact, feeling like you were on cloud 9. ellie's tongue presses flat against your clit, your hand clamping over your mouth. moans being muffled as ellie savors the sweet noises your dripping cunt was making.

ellie wasn't fond of you muffling your perfect little sounds, wanting to hear just how good she could make you feel. "let me hear you. don't make me punish you.." you don't move your hand away from your sinful mouth. your free hand finds ellie's, interlocking your fingers which she gladly accepts. "c'mon, baby. let me hear you." she encourages once more, lips moving against you with ease, mixture of your wetness and her spit. but to her dismay, you still ignored her commands. her free hand sliding your shirt up your body to expose your breasts, you were never one to wear a bra. her hand kneading the supple flesh, thumb running over your nipple.

she licks a strip from your entrance to your clit, making your thighs shake with immense pleasure. "wanna be a brat?" she mumbles into your pussy, looking up at you through her eyelashes, staring you down as her tongue circles your clit. "what is it they make you do in confession? hail mary's? 5 of 'em, now. or i stop." she smirks, watching the look in your eye become more flustered by her request. you slowly move your hand away from your mouth, not wanting this pleasure to ever stop.

"h-hail mary, full of grace—" you cut yourself off with a moan, eyes squeezing shut as you lift your hips, pushing your cunt further into ellie's face. "get to ruin this pretty pussy." ellie groans. "keep goin'. don't stop." she aids you to continue, feeling your cunt flutter around her tongue. "the lord is with— is with thee..." you continue, stuttering through the words. "good girl, keep goin' f'r me. let me hear you." she continues to egg you on, talking into your pussy. her own moans mixing in with the sound of yours.

"blessed art thou— ellie, please..." you whine, squeezing her hand and throwing your head back into the pillow, back arching off the bed. "c'mon, pretty girl. blessed art thou..." you toes curl at her words and the feeling of her tongue teasing your entrance. "—amongst... amongst women..." you trail off, mind becoming to hazy to even remember the words to the prayer you've prayed everyday since you could talk. ellie smirked into your cunt, relishing in the feeling of being able to turn your mind into mush, being the only one able to turn your mind into mush.

your moans and whines became breathier and higher pitched with each flick of her tongue. your stomach twisting in an unfamiliar knot. "ah, ah, ellie—" your thighs trying to clench together and push her head away, the feeling becoming too much. "you're gonna cum, baby?" she spreads your legs wider, her only greedy want is to make pleasure wash over you. "ellie! ellie! ellie!" you chant her name, eyes rolling back as the pleasurable wave of your orgasm finally hits you, moans loud and unfiltered.

"there we go... yeah, nice an' easy. fuck." she mutters, tongue fucking you through your high until your writhing and pushing her off of you. her lips relocating to your thighs and slowly working their way up to your pelvic bone, soft kisses against your skin. "tasted so good, baby. best pussy i've ever had." she praises, eager to show you just how much you pleasured her even though you technically didn't make her cum. "els..." you whined, face flushed a rosy red. "yeah, baby. 'm right here." she leaves a trail of kisses up your body as she reaches your lips, leaving a soft peck to let you know she was here. "does this mean you like me too...?" you asked innocently. "are you serious?"

[moonalumi]

getting fucked by ellie in every position all during one round <33

bc fucking ellie in only one position is not enough when she looks so hot n is so good, always

warnings- horndog ellie, strap on sex (r receiving), eating out ( r receiving), scissoring/ tribbing, dom!ellie, sub!reader, sub!ellie for like one sec, rough messy sex like rrly messy, manhandling, squirting, breeding kink, degrading names slut, bitch, ellie calls strap her dick like once

this is actually filthy so like read at your own risk

innocent couch cuddling sesh; that’s it right? no, never with ellie. not with her hands skimming up and down your body. well, it was lovingly at first but her fingertips getting more and more grabby the longer she caress your curves. turning your chin, she kisses you. kisses you reallllll good. lips sucking in your bottom lip, tongue asking for permission to be let in. saliva covering your mouths. that kind of kiss that ellie knows gets you right where she wants you. under her.

“gnna put it in babe okay?” ellie asks, her breath fanning your neck as her tip slips into you.

“shut up just hurry” you mumble as you take ahold of her strap and push it inside you. ellie smirks at your desperation and the little moans you let out as she pushes deeper and deeper until her tip hits your cervix.

sighing contently at the feeling of just being full of her. that’s until she pulls out and rubs at your clit with her thumb.

“ellieee go back in pleaseee puh lease, inside!” you whine, inching your hips closer to her.

“i know i know, just wanna make sure she’s ready” ellie then spreads your folds and before you know it, strings of her spit are running down, collecting at your hole.

a whine of her name and ohmygod… ellie thrusts back into you, roughly grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting them up to your chest. that whine of her name turns into a scream at the sudden intrusion. your body jerking up and up at each slam of her hips that’s digging her strap inside you.

“ugh uah mmm el- lie… tooo de-ep” you can barely form a sentence, she’s just going so fast all you can focus on is how she’s in and out in and out.

“you feel me in your tummy? ohmf fuckkk l-look babe”

ellie guides your chin down to look at the imprint of her strap bulging out from inside you. that sight alone causes your eyes to roll back, head hitting the seat of the couch as you lay back again and your back to arch.

the rougher ellie slams into you, the more you get pushed up the couch until your head hits the jagged wooden arm rests of it. head hitting it over and over again as she thrusts in.

“owww oof el…”

“yeah…y-yeah shut up take it take it” she mutters through her thrusts.

“ellie!” you have to sit up and yell to get her attention. confused eyes scanning your face until she sees you rubbing your head.

“oh shit m’sorry baby” a quick peck to your forehead and she’s now kneeling on the floor, flipping you over and bending you over the couch. your face all smushed in the pillows of it.

she’s quick to push back into you again and pound you as she pleases without your complaining; or so she thought because the endless muffled whines and begs asking her to slow down or that she’s too deep just causes her to grip your ass and force you to meet her thrusts.

“thought you wanted it now your complaining it’s too much? just take it, know you can.”

“oh goddd elll… mmhp ellie ellie ellie”

that’s all you can muster up. brain going blank and all you can say is her name. all you can feel is her filling you. the only sounds in the room being the constant smack smack smack of your skins hitting, the sound of your pussy squelching, and of course the sound of heavy breaths, moans, and ellie muttering filth in your ears as always.

“filling this pussy up, you feel that? gonna get you fucking pregnant….what a slut i betchu like that”

“say my name bitch, let everyone know who’s fucking you right now”

“taking care of her so well i can hear ‘er…godamn you’re so wet, just love getting fucked like this don’t you?”

tears threatening to spill down your eyes, choked moans at every particular harsh slam to your cervix.

ellie’s thrusts stutter and lose rhythm n she’s grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of her as she lays back on the floor. strong hands bouncing you up and down on that strap.

loud moans fall from your lips at the sudden change of positions again, you hold onto her skinny but muscular thighs for leverage. digging your nails into them.

“shit babe—ohh nnnghm fuck! you’re never this loud”

you can even put enough thoughts together in your brain to answer her. just mindlessly fucking yourself onto ellie. n she’s just as fucked out as you are. needy hands gripping and smacking your ass as it jiggles all in front of her eyes. those eyes that roll back as the base of the strap rubs against her throbbing clit.

“ride it baby just like that… mm fuck me” ellie’s voice turning whinier by the second. she notices your bouncing slowing down and she lifts you up n practically slams you back on the couch. she’s just manhandling and throwing you around wherever she wants at this point.

spreading your legs and putting them on her shoulders; shes back inside you. thrusting even more ferociously. those sloppy wet lips of hers kissing and licking up and down your neck, jaw, everywhere she can reach. her groans and breaths getting louder and louder. even letting out a little whimper here and there.

“i love you so much” you breathlessly whisper, shaky arms wrapping around her neck to pull her closer.

ellie’s lips find yours, capturing them in a tongue filled messy kiss. your moans seeping into the kiss as she trys to burry herself deeper; if that’s even possible, if she had balls she’s actually be balls deep.

but els always finds a way. she pulls away from the kiss and forcefully lifts your hips up and off the cushions.

“i love you more, mmpf shittt take this dick” holding you up, she fucks you like her life depended on it.

“ohmygod e-llieee” you moan and push on her lower stomach to get her to pull out some inches just a bit. that’s until she hits that spot and you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure every sense of yours just shuts down and all you can feel is those bolts of pleasure running down your body and hit your clit.

back arching into her, legs shaking on her shoulder n you’re gushing and covering her strap with your cum.

ellie’s own orgasm approaching but she just can’t get there. frustrated, she throws her strap off herself and fucks her clit against yours. all during your high so instead of creaming all over her dick you cover her pussy in your slick.

“baby baby mmm i’m gnna cum—” couple more circles around your clit and her hips are jerking, face scrunching up in that cute orgasm face she always puts on, n her pretty moans and whines are spilling from her agape jaw.

with your eyes fuzzy you watch as she coats your cunt with her babies. ellie falls ontop of you; your sweaty tired bodies resting for a moment til—

“hold’up m’not done—gotta clean you up” you don’t even process what she said or what’s she’s doing until you feel her tongue against your sensitive clit.

you gasp and squirm away, but she chases after you, following wherever you move like her mouth is actually attached to your cunt.

“no no els it’s too—mm!” you shriek at the feeling of her sucking your clit in n tongue moving in circles. it rrly is all too much you can feel every little movement and groove of her tongue. you attempt to push her head away but she latches her arms around your thighs and moves her head side to side. her eyes squeezing shut at the taste of you and her combined.

you squeeze around her head n lift up off the couch again, squirming every which way to escape that mouth of hers. even pulling her hair and roughly pushing her head away isn’t getting her off.

“m’not stopping til you cum again if you really want me to stop say the safeword” she mumbles all muffled into your pussy then continue her attacks.

“i cant cum ellie! it’s too muchhh” you whine but ohh her tongue pushing in you and her lil button nose rubbing your clit has got you over the edge again so quickly.

instead of pushing her away you push her face deeper into you. tugging on her hair as spurts of squirt dribble from your pussy all over her lips and chin.

ellie moaning into your folds and finally detaching herself and wiping her face clean with the back of her hand.

“m’sorry love i couldn’t help myself” ellie mutters as she lays and nuzzles her face in the crook of your neck. pulling a blanket over you two.

“it’s okay” you whisper while catching your breath, “it just hurts now, n it’s so wet i feel dirty”

“well take a bath together babe just- can we lay here for a bit..m’so tired” ellie’s voice trailing lower.

“that’s your fault you put me in like 7 different position all in ten minutes” you say giggling and kissing her forehead.

“mmph shut up” ellie whines and stuffs her face in your neck. she’s just so cute you can help but kiss her all over her face <33

[ellabscrush]

— fucking you behind the screen.

thinking about getting pounded by your gamer girlfriend’s strap while unmuted..

pairings; gamer!ellie williams x reader

cw; men and minors don’t interact, making out, strap use, breeding kink, agoraphilia, r uses “daddy” to ellie once, language, dom!ellie, sub!reader.

ways you can help, boycott, do not support neil.

“jesse the fuck was that?” ellie laughs at the guy behind the mic when he missed the shot.

“dina, get him!” she shouted, “fuck yeah!”

your girlfriends excessive cursing and yelling across the room made you snap out of your phone while scrolling on tiktok, wondering if she was about to break her setup right about now.

it was mid winter and the apartment was freezing so you threw on a zip up over your top underneath, feeling the warm athmosphere disappearing from your body as you walked out your room.

“holy shit els, it’s freezing” you said shivering tensely towards the living room, but she didn’t hear you.

“took out your friend.. fucking cunt.”

not gonna lie, her little frustrated grunts and insults were very attractive, you thought. you stared at her hands switching in between buttons, her eyes glued on the screen showing her focus, manspreading enough room for you to eat her out down there.. she looked too good.

you plopped yourself on to the couch, loud enough to make her turn over, pausing her activity. she sets down her headphones and took a long look at you.

she lays back on her chair, “hey you,” she sighs.

“you almost done?” you asked, desperate for some attention.

“almost,” she replies, “this game is pissing me off anyway.”

you smiled, having a silent moment between the two of you. there was a familiar tension, but unsure wether you should go along. ellie kept scanning you up and down like she hadn’t seen you in forever, technically she hadn’t since she’d been playing all day.

“you need somethin?” you asked with confused expression.

“do i look like i need something?” she teased, licking her lips.

you shrugged, shyly looking down as you we’re hiding the redness forming in your face. you couldn’t act normal around her when she looked this good, i mean she always looks good. you soon got up from the couch, walking towards your girlfriend, giving her a long wet kiss.

“you should take this off” she insisted while tugging at your zipper, her tone switching making you go insane.

ellie, being her clumsy self, didn’t mute.

“get a room!” jesse and dina yells from the speaker, unaware the two could listen to you both smothering eachother.

“shut up,” she pulls down the mic, “i’ll get on soon.”

you burried yourself in the crook of her neck from embarrassment and laughed. she pulled you in for a deeper kiss, pulling up your one thigh and the other on to her lap.

“can we make this quick?” ellie asks making you confused, “take this shit off,” she demanded quietly, making sure her friends doesn’t hear.

“just mute it ellie,” you giggled in between the kisses.

she lets out another smirk, this time having an idea behind it.

she whispers in your ear that made you shiver a bit hearing her talk in such a dirty way as she fills you in on her plan. contemplating her genius yet scary idea, you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rushing up on you. it turned you on and so you agreed.

“suck.”

ellie puts her middle and ring finger in your wet mouth, prepping it with your saliva before it goes in you. she turns her chair towards her pc, leaving a bit of room for you.

“stream your screen,” she speaks into the mic, “i’ll just watch you both from here.”

a few minutes later, her strap was going in and out behind you, making you cry just trying to keep your moans in. back arched and both hands on the rim of the table infront of you as ellie make your stomach turn.

“shh, can’t let them hear you now.”

“mmph.. so deep..” you whimpered.

at this point you were barely clothed, nipples poking through the see through, thin fabric of your bra. ellie gropping your perky tits as hard as she wanted, you were hers. she could do whatever she wanted.

her hips moving faster and faster, holding yourself up with just two grips on her white desk. her praises for keeping quiet were not helping, it made you even louder.

“you look so slutty right now,” she basically drooled, “asking to get fucked under that jacket?”

“y-yes” you say quietly, “fuck daddy.”

the name made ellie flustered. her hand grabbing your jaw while your mouth was hanging open dry, she stared at the long silicone disappearing inside of you.

“ellie- i cant-“ you squeeled as you tried reaching her arms, begging for some gentleness.

“yes you can,” she whispers in your ear, “be a good girl and let me fuck you in secret, okay?”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t, so you just nodded. ellie kissed down your neck to your shoulder as a reward for listening, being a good girl just for her.

“gonna fuckin’ breed you..” ellie muttered in your ear, “being s-such a good mama for me.”

it started getting rough, more than before. the image in your head of what you two looked like right now, or even getting caught by her friends made you more horny. your body started shuttering and the familiar feeling of pleasure in your thighs took over.

“please baby..” you moaned trying to keep your composure.

“faster?” she asked knowing the answer, “yeah i know you want it faster, love.”

your girlfriend started pounding you like crazy while firmly gripping your swollen ass.

“perfect fucking ass sucking it in.. godd.”

the little action figures on the desk falling, table hitting the wall, making you realize how loud you two were being.

“mm ellie too much..” you whined, “please slow down!”

suddenly, she couldn’t take your begging anymore. as much as she loved hearing you, she had to shut you up. her hands quickly covered your mouth, “quit talking,” she growled.

“you have to keep it down, can you do that?” she raises her eyebrow while making eye contact with you, basically making this harder for you purposely.

“answer my fucking question. do you want me to stop?”

“no.. els no,” was all you could mumble out, “fuckk”

that last moan alerted the two on the other side of the screen, luckily ellie saved it.

“yo ellie you good?” jesse asks, “uh yeah! just bumped my knee.”

“idiot,” he laughed.

that was close. your quick taps on her hand covering your mouth lured her attention back on you, begging with teary eyes to cum. ellie was full in lust looking at you being a needy whore bent over.

she took the palm of he hand out and put her thumb in your mouth while continuing to pound you hard. your mumbled words were frustrating her, “words baby, words.”

she pushes you back towards her chest, “need your cum..” you begged looking up at her, “fuck me please.”

with that, your wishes came true as she railed you deep and faster. making you reach your climax with every thrust coming in and out of your hole.

“ellie!-“

“shut it,” she covers your mouth again aggressively, slapping your ass with one free hand. the gesture secretly making you more close to orgasming.

“that’s my slut getting fucked behind for everyone to hear.”

you couldn’t help yourself but moaned, not even caring who could hear you at this point.

“yeah?” ellie mocks, “like it that much?”

you nodded. your girlfriend feeling better right about now for letting her take it all out on you over a game.

“i’m fucking cumming.. holy shit,” you pant out of breath, feeling the turns in your stomach and liquid dripping down your thighs.

“i’m gonna cum in you, baby” ellie groaned, “make you.. all mine.”

“yes cum in me oh my god!”

she grabs your shoulders, “take my fucking dick.. f-fuck.”

ellie swore she could feel you, seeing the white ring forming on the strap made her smile just knowing no one else could fuck you this good.

“i love breeding you baby.. fill you up with that warm.. sticky cum, yeah?” ellie continues to please you as you ride out her strap, “goodd girl.. it’s okay mama.”

“els i’m shaking,” you whined, “no more..”

“you did good baby.”

don’t worry, she was actually muted this time.