#ellie tlou 2

[sweetyluvs]

biting ellie and making her bleed as she fucks u hard🤟🤟🙌🤞

i was literally just thinking about this last night?? 🫶🫶

your throat was raw from calling ellie’s name over and over, begging and whining for her body, pleasure consuming you to the point of your head being fuzzy.

Ellie was leaning over you, fingers deep inside your pussy as she fingered you with such perfection that every sweet spot in your body was being abused so good. tears welled in your eyes as her thumb rubbed your puffy clit, two major pleasure points being fucked oh so good, her her face was kissing your neck, licking and grunting against your sticky sweet skin, her shoulder awfully close to your face. Ellie’s fingers worked at a speed you hadn’t know was humanly possible- tongue working ways on your sensitive neck as she fucked you with her honey fingers in every right place.

warm tears spilled down your puffy cheeks, ellie laughed at you- deciding to take it further, she began to rock her whole body back and fourth, fingers reaching impossibly deep and your tight cunt was experiencing new heights of pleasure. You let out a whimper scream, eyes slamming shut as your hands grabbed the sheets- that’s when you subconsciously bit ellie- teeth sinking into her warm freckled shoulder as you soon felt the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth. She let out a deep grunt of pain, pulling back and stopping her godlike movement to see your face- her expression filled with shock.

But fuck- she looked so hot. Short strands of her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, sports bra shaping her breasts so perfectly as the wound you’d inflicted on her spread small amounts of deep red blood on your shoulder. “babe did you just bite me?” she bit out, her brows furrowed. you nodded, panting like a whore who’s never been fucked so good.

seeing you like that did something to ellie, knowing she had the power to fuck you so good you had to hurt her to deal with it? she was fucked, she loved it. Her lips smashed to yours, devouring the taste of her own blood swirling in your mouth wasn’t something she’d expect to enjoy so much. Her fingers picked up their pace once more, adding a second finger to your flit for good measure and loving the vibrations coming from your mouth as you were being fucked so good.

“feels so good, yeah? so good you had to bite me to deal with it.” she grunted out, her harsh movements against your cunt causing her voice to tremble. you couldn’t reply with words, only profusely nodding as she rocked the pads of her fingers onto the spongey spot inside you in a way you’d never felt. You thought maybe you should start biting her more.

[cinnnamongrl]

college!ellie and innocent bsf!reader

based on this request! [18+] MDNI as usual. ellie is in love with reader but this is pretty much just smut Lol<3 reader is ‘innocent’ but there’s no mention of past experience or lack of so it’s up for interpretation, one reference of readers hair going past her neck, strap referred to as ellie’s cock/dick, praise, some dacryphilia, edging, some degradation. (lmk if i missed anything!)

ellie had mixed feelings about being your best friend.

on one hand, it was the easiest thing in the world. you were thoughtful, kind, sweet, you always made the effort, always knew how to cheer her up, you would even do cute things like bake little cookies and leave them in her dorm every week. she was lucky to have you and she knew it.

but on the other hand, it was fucking torture. not because of how you were as a friend, of course not. more because of how pathetically hard ellie was pining over you. and the worst part was that you had no fucking clue. no clue how she felt. no clue that every time you would innocently rest your head against hers and cuddle up to her while you watched a movie her heart would beat a million beats per minute. no clue that she often spent more time watching you than the movie. no clue that every time you wore one of your pretty little skirts that barely cover your thighs she lost her fucking mind. no clue that after every single hookup, no matter the girl or how hot or interesting she was, after the deed was done ellie swiftly left their dorms to go and spend time with you (and didn’t stop thinking about you during, either). no clue that she only started dating cat to try and prove to herself that maybe she was just lonely and craved a relationship, that it wasn’t you specially that she wanted. and no clue about the real reason they broke up.

“that’s the second fucking time this has happened, ellie! doing it once is one thing but twice? we’re fucking done.” cat screamed from across her dorm. “it was an accident i just- she was on my mind because i’m seeing her later.” ellie spoke back, voice calmer than cat’s. “that’s the fucking problem isn’t it! you’re seeing her later when you could be spending time with your girlfriend. and even when you’re with me, you’re thinking about her!”. ellie sighed, “it’s not like that. she’s my best friend-“ “you said her fucking name while you were having sex with me, ellie! just- go. we’re over.”

ellie felt guilty about it, she really did. but not as guilty as she felt having to lie to you about the reason for the breakup. and no where near as guilty as she felt for the way her clit pumped in her boxers when your tits pressed into hers as you gave her a sympathy hug. “‘m sorry els.” you spoke gently with a little pout on your lips that she wanted to kiss right off you.

truthfully, although you felt bad, you weren’t really sorry they’d broken up. you didn’t like cat. you couldn’t really say why; she was pretty funny, you guess she was kind of cool, and she seemed to really like ellie. but maybe that was the problem. she would drape her hands over ellie, she would kiss ellie’s cheek, she would hug ellie. hug your ellie. so you couldn’t help but feel a little bit happy that now you didn’t have to share her anymore. that’s how everyone felt about their best friend right?

ellie really did feel like a perv when she started to have feelings for you. it was like you were trying to tease her, despite her being sure you had no idea of the effect you had.

“is this dress too short d’you think?” you asked her, craning your neck to look behind you into the big mirror in the tiny dressing room you’d dragged her into. “uh- no it’s fine” she murmured. “yeah but look, if i-“ you bent over slightly and the dress rode up even further, barely covering your ass, and you analysed your reflection “-do that, isn’t it a little too… revealing” no matter how hard she tried couldn’t tear her eyes from you, couldn’t rid herself of the mental image of your hands smudging the mirror as she fucked you from behind, watching your pretty face in the reflection, grasping a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. “uh i guess it’s pretty short but you um- look good” you smiled big and stood up straight “thanks els.”

it also didn’t help that you were so fucking tactile. holding her hand when you walked to places together, cuddling up to her when you were both chilling on her bed. the first time you put your head on her lap while you watched tv she very nearly audibly groaned.

and god was it hard when you were stressed out. it’s like you became 10x as touchy, practically using her as a stress toy; squeezing her hand, arms, and laying your body across her lap as you ranted about the professor you hated or that upcoming deadline. and she did half of what she wanted to do; she stroked your hair, comforted you with her words, sometimes took you out for ice cream to distract you (which she realised the first time was a grave fucking mistake as soon as she was forced to keep her composure while she watched your tongue swipe agonisingly slow up your cone to collect a sweet vanilla droplet that was travelling towards your hand, and then grin all cute at her like you hadn’t just made her boxers damp). and the other half that she wanted to do but couldn’t? carry you to her bed, undress you all sweet and slow, and then fuck every last inch of stress out of you until the only thing your mind could possibly think about was her and the way she was making you feel.

but none of those moments of temptation and pining rivalled the fiery jealously ellie felt exactly 1 week ago when you told her that a girl from your class had asked you on a date. ellie pretended she didn’t care; what reason could she possibly give for not wanting you to go on a date with a perfectly nice girl. she was always telling you you needed to get some. a stupid part of her brain thought that teasing you like that would cover up that she wanted to be the one to give you some. and an even stupider part of her brain thought maybe if she teased you about it enough that you’d snap and beg her, your more experienced and caring best friend, to take care of you.

secretly, you didn’t really care much about this date, or the girl. she was pretty, but not really your type, and you didn’t really seem to have much of an interest in dating. you weren’t sure why, but a part of you wished ellie told you not to go. you couldn’t understand why “cool. you should go if you want.” made your smile drop slightly and heart feel flat. she was being supportive like any best friend would so why did you feel disappointed? regardless, someone nice wanted to take you out, so you thought ‘why not?’

tonight was the date ellie had been dreading for a very long 7 days. her eyes were following you round your dorm room as you moved from corner to corner scrambling for hair clips, shoes, a jacket, all while a foamy toothbrush stuck out the side of your mouth.

“els help me find that necklace you bought me. the one with the sun on it.” you spoke, words muffled and hands ruffling through your makeup bag. “you’re gonna wear the necklace i bought you?” you looked up “yeah, why not?”. ellie crossed her arms. she had no defence. she just hated the fact that you would be wearing the necklace she bought you for your birthday last year on a date with someone else. “it’s my favourite!” you chirped.

ellie watched for a little longer, making no effort to look for your necklace, manspreading on the edge of your bed. you hated when she did that. it made your tummy feel all funny and squirmy.

“finally!” you spoke suddenly after a few minutes of searching, turning to her with the necklace dangling from your fingers. ellie raised her eyebrows in faux enthusiasm. you weren’t stupid, you sensed she was a little off since you’d been getting ready. “you ok els?” she shuffled a little on your bed “yeah, why wouldn’t i be?”. you walked a little closer to her, “do you not think i should go on this date?” you asked. ellie’s mind flooded with say yes say yes say yes “no-“ she spoke “no- you should go if you want.” seriously? but what excuse did she have anyway? please don’t go on a date with a perfectly nice girl because i’m desperately in love with you and the thought of you with someone else makes me want to rip my heart out. whatever, she just hoped the date sucked. “oh ok.” you replied, a little flatly. did you- want her to say yes? ellie thought. there were a few seconds of silence that hung in the air.

you turned the other way and stood still, “can you do me up?” ellie stayed still, confusion evident in her voice “what?” you turned your head to look at her “my necklace!” “oh-“ ellie stood from your bed and stopped when she was standing facing your back. your hair fell past your neck, covering the back of the necklace, so ellie gently gathered it and laid it to one side over your shoulder. her movements were slow. lingering. almost like it was an effort to take her hand away. her fingers grazing your neck made little tingles gather at your skin which you hoped she couldn’t read from you. ellie always made you feel these weird pleasurable little buzzes when she touched you or looked at you in certain ways, but right now it was heightened, making it harder to ignore, harder to convince yourself they were normal things to feel around your best friend. she moved a step closer as she picked up the two ends of your necklace to attach them. she was close now, her chest almost pressing up against your back.

ellie knew she was treading the line, she allowed her fingers to linger for a few seconds too long as she helped you but she couldn’t help it. it was as if it was her last chance to touch you in case the date went well. she attached the two pieces together and let go of the chain, not moving from her place behind you. she let out a slow breath and it met your neck. you shivered. you hoped she didn’t notice.

she did. her eyes watched you; you were still, apart from the slight movement of your shoulders from breathing a little heavier. ellie’s lowered her voice to a whisper, “you shivered”. you didn’t turn back around. didn’t want her to see you flustered, see your chest rising and falling a little more rapidly and your heart beating quickly. “‘i’m cold” you lied. “yeah?” she questioned, unconvinced. “it’s july.” she added, voice low in your ear. a small sound left your throat, and she chuckled at you. “y’look so pretty. she’s a lucky girl.” you mumbled a ‘thanks’ and she moved both hands to let her fingers stoke alongside the straps of your dress and then slowly down the side of your ribs. “gotta be careful though. you almost look too good… wouldn’t want her getting the wrong idea” you stayed silent. “hm, pretty girl?”. you swallowed, “mm” you managed back. what the hell was she doing to you? something had switched; you were always touchy with each other but this was different; it felt like she knew something about you that you didn’t even know yourself. all the attention and her soft condescending tone was making your head spin.

“you nervous for the date?” ellie asked. a small “mhm” passed your lips. another lie. you weren’t nervous, you just didn’t want to go. ellie tutted a little insincerely “why?” and now her hands were on your sides, thumbs stoking up and down, increasing the nervous tingly buzz through your body. “you don’t wanna go?” you hesitated for a moment and then shook your head. “w-wanna stay here with you” you admitted. she dipped her head down to the curve that meets your neck and your shoulder and she kissed the skin there. “why’s that?” her hands were moving to your hips, she was letting them roam a little, treading that line even further with every inch closer to your thighs. you squeezed your eyes shut, your body felt like it was on fire and you equally hated and loved how weak she was making you feel right now. “cause y-you’re my best friend” you replied weakly. she chuckled again. “best friends don’t make you feel the way people you date do.” a boldness had seemed to ignite in her, sparked by her sudden realization that although you couldn’t see what you did to her, she made you nervous. and ellie had been with enough girls to read the signs when someone is fucking turned on. and that, you were.

her voice was low in your ear, tone darker, “best friends don’t make you nervous.” your eyes remained shut. ellie removed a hand from your hip and ran a finger up the skin your inner arm, bringing goosebumps to the surface. “best friends don’t make you feel all tingly” before you could make up your mind whether to defend yourself or completely give in to her, her hands were back on your hips and she pressed herself against you. your head fell back slightly onto her shoulder. “best friends…” she dipped a hand under your dress and cupped a hand around your clothed cunt “…don’t make you wet”

you whimpered, and reached your hand back to grip onto hers, keeping yourself steady. “els” you whined. she ran a finger over the damp fabric and you whimpered again when it reached your clit. “isn’t that right?”. you nodded, managing a quiet “mhm”. she moved your panties to the side, sliding two fingers through your wetness “who’s this for, hm? who got you this messy?” she taunted. “you” you whispered back, barely audible. “that’s right. y’think your little date could get you wet like this?” god she was mean. she knows. she knows about your secret feelings you’re not even sure you understand yourself. you wonder if she knows the extent. that she makes your head swim whenever she calls you calls you pretty, that you spend endless nights pathetically humping your pillow desperately pushing down thoughts of her trying to convince yourself she was popping up because you just spent so much time together. what you don’t know is that she only figured all this out 3 fucking minutes ago.

you shook you head “just you els”. she tutted mockingly “poor baby. you need me to take care of you?” she continued to let her fingers rub through your folds, “please”. she tapped your hip “turn around, i wanna see your pretty face” you turned, shyness forcing your head to face down to avoid her eyes. ellie grabbed your chin to lift your face up and she kissed you. you moaned into it and a groan escaped her throat at hearing you. your date was long fucking forgotten. “y’sure you want this?” “yes els, please.” she smiled at your desperation and picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her. she pressed you down onto the bed, her hips snug against yours.

not even 5 minutes later you were stripped bare, little whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips as she worked her mouth on you. every time you got close she stopped to place little kisses on your inner thighs, obsessed with seeing you huff in desperation. “elliiieeee” you’d whine and she’d shush you as soon as her mouth was back on your clit. after your third orgasm she finally drew her mouth from you. she moved her face back up to yours and kissed you, sloppily mixing her saliva with yours.

after that, the two of you barely left each others beds all day. ellie was even more feral than she’d been before, something she didn’t realize was possible. when you were in class? she was texting you shit like ‘wanna taste u again‘ knowing you’d be scrambling to turn your brightness down. and as soon as class was over and you knocked on her door? she was dragging you in, caging you in against the wall and pushing your skirt up.

and it wasn’t too long until she finally got to make use of that strap she’d never even opened (despite not believing her feelings would ever be reciprocated, she’d bought it with only one person in mind, and she just couldn’t bring herself to use it with anyone else that wasn’t that one person…)

she was hovered over you, dragging the silicone cock up and down your slit at an agonising pace, teasing little sounds from you. “you sure you can take it?” she teased. “mhm, i can take you, promise” fuck, you were killing her. she filled you slowly, letting you get used to her size. “more” you near-whispered, eyes squeezed shut from embarrassment. “hey- eyes on me,” she instructed, and you let your eyes fall onto her “you want more?”. you nodded, “please”. ellie pecked your lips and started to move her hips, her cock dragging against your walls making your mouth fall open. ellie was watching you, eyes full of lust and something more. “so so good for me. so pretty” she cooed. your head was already going fuzzy, she’d always made your heart feel fluttery when she praised you but like this, it was a whole different story. she was deep, filling you completely and then nearly pulling out again, making you feel so full in the most perfect way. she snaked a hand under your head and lifted it slightly so you were looking at where your bodies connected “look at that,” she breathed, “taking me so well”. a moan escaped your throat as you watched her cock disappear in and out of you.

despite the desperation pawing at her skin to fuck you stupid as soon as her strap was inside you, she decided she would rather drag it out… get you desperate, pleading, hear your needy little whines, see your eyebrows drawn together in that adorable little expression that screams “please fuck me faster ellie” and when she finally did, she was still dragging it out, being so mean and not letting you cum. after 20 minutes of the same routine of giving you exactly what you wanted and then slowing down again when you got close, you didn’t even notice your eyes filling up with tears, and the pathetic begs coming from your mouth skipped past the filter that usually would’ve caught them before they were spoken.

“please ellie, please. wanna cum so bad” she pouted down at you as she wiped a tear that had rolled down your cheek “you crying baby? you wanna cum that bad?” you nodded your head frantically, blinking the tears away. she tilted her head to the side, “i might not let you- you look so pretty like this”. a strangled whine left you at her threat. but she picked up her pace again, and only a few minutes later you were almost reaching your peak again and this time she was nice. so so nice. as you started to reach your climax she kissed you. you gripped her tightly and your body started to shake as she groaned into your mouth “that’s right. come for me, pretty girl”.

ellie thought missionary would always be her favourite; she wanted to be able to see your face twisted in pleasure, to have your neck, your tits, your stomach right in view on display for her… but the first time you let her hit it from the back? it was like it released something feral inside of her, and she was suddenly spilling everything she’d been keeping inside for so long.

“god, you know how fucking hard it was for me? when you’d walk around in those tiny fucking skirts? cute little ass almost showing-“ she was rambling, words falling out of her mouth as she fucked you, your ass arched up and her hands gripping your hips as she drove into you hard “made it so hard for me not to bend you over and make you take it.” you clenched around the plastic at her words “mmgh you- you should have.” you managed in broken breaths, both of you too drunk on each other to really process what you were saying. “yeah, you woulda liked that? filthy little thing. bet you did it on purpose, huh? wore those little clothes cause you wanted me to snap and finally fuck you like a little slut?” your breathing was all over the place, practically panting as your head went fuzzy from her words. “mhm” you mumbled. ellie was close herself, the harness rubbing deliciously against her clit as she fucked you, mind fuzzy with the idea of coming with you. “rub your clit for me, angel” she spoke “wanna see you cum all over my dick”. you obeyed, lifting a hand to rub little circles on your swollen bud, intensifying the pleasure by tenfold and brining you even closer to your release. it wasn’t long until the pleasure was all-consuming, your eyes rolling back as she fucked you through your orgasm. before you could come down from it she was reaching her own a few seconds later, her pretty mouth hung open in pleasure and hands still gripping your hips tight.

a few minutes later you were both laid beside each other, limbs crossing and bodies sticky with heat as your breathing started to return to normal. “was that all true? was it really that hard to be around me?” you giggled. ellie snorted “yeah, to be honest. drove me fucking crazy” she smiled at you teasingly, “you’re still hard to be around”. your eyebrows raised “in a good way?” ellie let out a small laugh, “yeah in a good way. in a ‘how can you walk around looking that beautiful and expect me not to wanna kiss your face off in front of the entire lecture hall’ way”. you giggled, “that’s so sweet”. she smirked at you, “and then have your legs held up on my shoulders as i ea-” “ellie!” you shoved her playfully, embarrassment returning in your post-sex come down. she laughed out loud “don’t get all shy on me now! did you hear yourself 10 minutes ago?” she teased. you twisted your body the other way to hide your face but she grabbed you, holding you down and ignoring your giggly pleas, nipping little kisses all over your face and neck.

it didn’t take long for your laughter and playful teases to settle and sleepiness to overtake. and both of you always slept well like this; curled up tightly against each other, completely still apart from rising chests and a hand tracing little circles on a leg or stomach. and now a slight movement from your hips that accidentally pushed into ellie in a not-so-innocent way, or a sweet sleepy sigh that makes her heart flutter, didn’t interrupt her sleep with racing thoughts of guilt and confusion- now they simply lulled her into contented rest, knowing that you were all hers.

[ezllie]

All mine.

pairing ellie x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ CONTENT MDNI, dom!ellie, sub!reader, strap on sex, sexual content, strap usage (r!receiving), use of baby/princess/pretty/slut/good girl, ellie calls the strap-on her cock, praise & degradation, missionary/doggystyle (r!receiving), hair pulling, choking, pillowprincess!reader

a/n: this is my very first time writing smut so like sorry if it sucks 😭, but i will most definitely continue writing depending on how this one goes soo i hope you guys enjoy !!

“you’re all mine princess, is that understood?” you knew ellie meant that.

you shook your head in agreement letting ellie know that you’re all hers. she pulls your hair from behind gripping it tightly using her tatted forearm, and slaps your ass with the other whilst making your skin turn red leaving a red mark.

your body jolted up from the slap. “wanna play around huh? i need words baby, talk to me i wanna hear you say you’re all mine or else im not letting you cum on my cock.” her voice raspy as she demanded you. ellie’s voice got you even more worked up sending chills down to your spine.

ellie purposely and slowly stops thrusting into your wet pussy, waiting for you to answer her.

“yes els.. im yours, all yours ellie.” you quickly answer her doing as she says.

“you promise?”

“i promise.”

ellie chuckles “good girl, thats what i fuckin’ thought.” she harshly lets go of the grip she had on your hair making your head return back in place. you arch your back and ellie places both of her hands on your waist gradually starting the pace up, thrusting in you. your ass motioning forwards and backwards as ellie moves her cock in and out of ur pussy. so concentrated on the way ur ass bounced back onto her cock. “oh- f..fuck ellie..” you start whining and moaning her name.

“can feel it can’t you?” her brows furrowed while she bit her bottom lip. “s’good els, need more..” you continue whining and beg for her cock.

“so fuckin’ needy for my cock i see.” she looks at how wet ur pussy is as she fucks you, watching the way your pussy swallowed her cock whole. “i love how wet you get fr’me such a dirty slut.” ur pussy made wet sloppy sounds with each thrust she did “holy shi-..” you feel the grip she has on ur waist held tightly not daring to let you go. ellie head falls back with her lips parted “shit.. baby ur unbelievably hot, can’t get enough you.” she speeds up in you, making you lose composure completely as she starts panting.

“ellie-els..im about to cum-” you say in a whimpering manner. as soon as she heard those words she pulls out.

you rolled your eyes, she knew what she was doing. “not yet baby.” teasing you over the edge knowing how bad you wanted to cum all over her cock. she turns you over on your back and commands you to make your legs spread for her. “open fr’me princess”, your legs spreaded instantly. grasping the back of both of your thighs and pulling your knees towards you. she’s able to see your pussy. “mhm, that’s my good girl.”

she’s on top of you gliding her cock up and down in-between your folds before entering “such a pretty pussy.” she lines up her cock with your entrance slowly entering into your pussy. her hands clench around your thighs and she roughly starts fucking you faster than she was before. her strokes became sloppy. “fuck fuck fuck fuck..” you’re repeating in a whispering tone noticing your breathing starting to get heavier unable to catch ur breath.

your tits jiggle everytime ellie thrusts into your pussy. she applys pressure on the lower part of ur stomach as she’s fucking your brains out making you feel more fulfilled of her cock as she hits your g-spot. creating a pleasurable sensation traveling down to your clit, “mmmh ellie jus’ like that fuuu-ckk.” ellie watching your pussy clench around her cock “you like that shit don’t you?”

ur hand makes its way grasping onto her bicep as ur other is gripping onto the bed sheets. your eyes start to roll back into your skull from the pleasure, making you let out pretty ass moans for her that she loves to hear. “god you sound so damn pretty.” the way she sloppily pounded deeply into your wet pussy, she’s hitting all your sweet spots for-sure. “i can’t take it els-..mmh.. fuckkk.” her cock felt wayyy too fuckin’ good.

“shh..sh.. yes you can princess it’s okay baby i got you, be a good girl and take my fuckin’ cock, yeah?” ellie reassures. you gently nodded & bit your lip looking at the way she’s fucking you, making your pussy even wetter than it already is for her.

your grip on her bicep tightened

the way she thrusted in and out of your pussy. her thrusts felt needy and desperate to make you cum for her. she’s looking at you as she does it not breaking the contact she had on you, even making sure you took every inch of her cock.

her thumb reaches your swollen clit and starts going into slow circular motions as her other free hand wraps around your throat choking you. “you’re taking it so well baby, doing so good fr’ me jus’ how i like.” praising you, ellie knew you loved everything she did to you she knew your body well. “look at me.” you continue to focus on the way she goes in circular motions with ur clit as you moan and whimper.

it felt like you were under a spellbind the way you were holding your complete attention on what she was doing to you. you didn’t take in what she said in the moment “dont make me ask again.” she grabs your chin along with her thumb and index fingers forcefully making you look up at her. “i said fuckin’ look at me.” ellie gives you that seductive look and smirks, you can feel her eyes laser into you. “not listening huh? too fucked out?” ellie proceeded thirstily thrusting into you, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. “e-els m’gonna cum don’t stop pleas..e.”

“good girl cum fr’me baby, cum all on my cock.” she pounds into your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. panting heavily as beads of sweat are collecting on her forehead. “i know ur close, cum for me baby, cum.”

the tension built up, waves of pleasure sent to your body, you suddenly feel your orgasm reach while your pussy clenches all around her cock multiple times. “ah- mmmh fuuu- ellie...mmm shit..”

her pace slows down in you making your legs twitch and your hips buck in response “mmh ah..”

you’re breathless and your mind slowly went blank. your legs unintentionally start to shake as they slowly start to close in after being pounded but ellie opens them back up. “nuh uh keep them open.” she holds your legs open not letting them close again.

both of you are breathing heavily and she brings herself to you, ellie lips meets yours. she plants soft kisses on your face, along with your neck, and making her way down to your stomach.

it felt like an euphoric explosion when you came, feeling like you’ve been shot into an unknown territory. “love the way you fuck me els.”

“mine and no one else’s, remember that.”

[abbysribbon]

sleepy girlfriends

repost wherever but credit me @ starletpose on twitter !

[andreaheartscats]

i just wanna kiss her so bad MY GOD.

[ayvnari]

beauty and brains

♡ college! ellie x f! academic reader

♡ after failing one of your classes, ellie knows just the thing to make you feel better

18+!!

warnings !

praising, fingering, oral r!recieving

word count: 1.0k

you always were an overachiever, and when you got into your dream university, you and your high-school sweetheart ellie couldn't be more happy.

when your semester finals came in, you couldn't be more excited. you always took pride in your grades, and you wouldn't let your 4.0 gpa get ruined by anything.

you excitedly sat next to ellie, your laptop in your lap as you got ready to check your final grades. you were confident you passed, and so was ellie.

when you saw your grades for government and economics, both your faces fell.

"hey... hey..." ellie said comfortingly. "you still did good!" but she knew the truth, there was no saving this grade.

you had gotten a 64% for her final grade.

tears started falling down your cheeks. ellie just sighed.

"baby, let's look at your other grades, you still did good." ellie said, before bringing up the rest of your final grades, they were all A+, but you couldn't pay attention to them.

ellie shushed your cries, pulling you into her chest, she closed your laptop and put it to the side before wrapping her arms around your waist.

"i tried so hard..." you said in between sobs. ellie kissed your hair. "i know you did baby girl ... i know." ellie said, rubbing you back comforting.

after you calmed down, ellie lifted your chin up, her eyes locked onto yours. "come on, cheer up, okay?" ellie said, before she placed her lips on yours.

it was delicate, her lips felt like flower petals, but ellie couldn't keep her hands off your body.

her hands traveled down to your ass, sqeezing them playfully. she became zealous with her kisses, her lips ravishing against your own. the atmosphere shifted as ellies hand traveled to your waist, inching up your shirt.

she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes hooded with lust as she stared into yours. she brought a hand up, and moved your dishevled hair out of your face. your cheeks were flushed with a dark red.

she traced your bottom lip with her thumb, your lips parted just enough.

"youre so fucking cute, you know that right?" ellie's voice was smoky and filled with lust and admiración.

you felt butterflies in your stomach, and your worries faded away as ellie consumed the world around you.

she chuckled as she wiped the tears away from my puffy eyes. "youre even pretty when you cry... god i just wanna eat you up."

before you knew it, her lips were on yours again, this time the kiss was ungracious, her lips attacking yours as her tongue made it's laps around your mouth.

a soft groan emanated from her throat, her hands gripping your waist roughly. she pushed you down on the bed, her body flush against yours, the heat from her body fogging your mind.

suddenly you felt her hand slide under your waistband, your breath caught in your throat. ellie pulled back to watch you face.

one thing ellie always needed was to see your face, the way you moaned, the way you begged, the way your mouth wrapped around her strap. she wanted to see it all.

ellies fingers slid under your leggings, and she immediately ran her middle finger over your clothed slit, earning a soft moan from your lips. she wasted no time pulling your panties to the side, soaking her fingers in your slick.

"els..." you whined, and ellie bit her lip at the sound of you.

"look how pretty you are... god, you're so fucking wet..." she praised, nibbling on your ear. "my pretty girl."

ellies fingers were practically soaked, her calloused fingers stimulating your aching cunt, not enough to push you over the edge but just enough to keep you on your toes.

she slid one of her large fingers in, a smirk adorned her face when she felt your walls tighten around her.

"if you keep clenching like that, how am I supposed to move?" she tilted her head, watching your face contort in pleasure.

your hands found her chest, clinging to the straps of her wife beater.

her mouth traveled down to your neck, the feeling of her soft lips kissing your body was making you crazy, and when she added another finger, you didn't know if you could last much longer.

"ellie... p-please..." you whined, ellie knew what you needed, and she was glad to give it to you. anything to distract you from the stress.

she added a third finger, pumping her fingers in and out of your sensitive hole, your back arching at the feeling.

she sucked her tongue, watching your eyes flutter shut. her mouth traveled from your neck to your collarbone, biting gently, her lips leaving a trail of love bites down your chest.

one thing ellie loved was to leave marks, marks that would remind of her days in the future, marks that told the whole world who you belong to.

you felt that familiar feeling in your gut, that build up of pleasure begging to burst. ellie felt you tighten around her fingers as she abused your sweet spot, with each thrust she hit it at just the right angle causing your mind to go blank.

mindless praises fell out of your mouth, only making ellie chuckle.

"does it feel good?" she smirked. "or do you want me to stop?"

you shook your head. "no no! please ells, please don't stop." you begged, and let out of a soft sigh.

you felt her fingers leave your core, leaving you gaping around nothing.

"ellie!" you whined, but before you could complain any more she pulled down your legging and panties, replacing her fingers with her tongue.

you through your head back, desperate moans and gasps left your mouth as her tongue skillfully licked your clit, her roughly penetrating your needy hole, leaving you breathless.

the texture of her tongue against your sensitive clit and the feeling of her thick fingers was overwhelming, and before you knew it your legs were tight around her head, but ellie didn't stop, she continued to ravage your core. your juices covered her chin and lips.

when you finally came down from your high, ellie licked you clean before sitting up, looking at you. she licked her wet lips before bringing her fingers up to her mouth, licking them clean.

you were left gasping for air.

"you did so good, my smart girl."

was this good?? idk if this was good

[elliesmistress]

Ellie + Abby + Dina, photos and videos

ELLIE -

vae.tlou

Come Through Bad LSD trip song

4nertx

This edit is doing damage to me (idk the song name) Rodeo (remix)

W4ybright

lastofmiller

Girl with one eye

elliefilm.s

fireflyeedits

neovvfx

williamser

176vamp

Superman

wolffietano

filmsbytati

ihe4rtaep

NSFW 18+ Of Ellie

[sp4cepunisher]

anti-hero [ e. williams ]

summary ; ellie can’t even love herself, so what ever made her think that she could possibly love you?

warnings ; 18+ themes, mdni ! bone-crippling angst, strong language, a couple of mentions of / allusions to sexual intercourse. basically just ellie being a cold, stubborn bitch + reader not really understanding why. 

author’s note ; *puffs out cheeks* ….heeey! sooo, it’s definitely been a while! but, here i am, hands cupped and arms outstretched to you with a brand new angsty ellie fic. hopefully this one doesn’t get lost within the depths of the tags because it appears that tumblr just hates me and never promotes my stuff! either way, i hope this makes up for my disappearance + i actually feel really good about getting back into writing! *fingers crossed* plus, the minute i heard ‘anti-hero’ i thought of ellie not allowing herself to really feel anything because she believes that she is the last person on earth who deserves love and being the cruelest, meanest bitch as her only coping mechanism when she cuts people off…. *shrugs* let’s just hope this doesn’t absolutely suck! okay love u bye!! <3

. . .

ellie knew she never should have done it; knew she should never let herself do it again. she actually thought that she had more control over herself, that perhaps she had learnt from her previous mistakes and knew her boundaries well enough now, from those countless nights spent staring at her concrete ceiling, blankets strewn across the mattress, far away from her body and her brain whirring and spinning like a microwave. she had actually tricked herself into thinking that she could recite those boundaries on her own stage like a kind of grand monologue the next time she was given the chance, but had instead found that the stage fright flooded her throat before the spotlight had even warmed her face, time and time again. still she continued to make the same mistake that had tarnished her conscience time and time again, but this time the guilt was hitting the pit of her stomach like a ten tonne weight; this time ellie had allowed herself to let you believe that she was capable of loving you, and now she had to try and make up for it.

the problem didn’t lie in ellie’s incapacity to recognise when she had done something wrong. ellie had regretted it the moment it began; the moment her fingertips started dancing over her remorse as she felt the gentle impact of her couch cushions hit your back, and had allowed herself to climb your body like a child in a tree; allowed herself to wrap your every limb in ribbons cast out from her lips like your body was a birthday present that she was in the process of wrapping meticulously. instead, the problem was deep-rooted in the girl’s idea that an admission— a dive into the pit of her entire self in search of a meaning hidden behind that stubbornness— would make her appear weak. or, even worse, allowing someone else into her own little world for any considerable length of time. she believed that letting foreign hands open up those shutters on her window to the world would achieve exactly the same end result, and she couldn’t deal with that. but on top of everything else, ellie couldn’t face falling in love. she couldn’t– wouldn’t allow herself the pleasure of giving in. not to anybody.

you, on the other hand, had been blissfully unaware of ellie’s state of mind for the entirety of the time you had spent apart from her. you hadn’t seen her since a week prior, when the two of you had spent the night together, but yours had been the only body remaining in the bed when the sun spied through the curtains the next morning. the two of you had made a habit of smoking any of the weed that either of you had happened to stumble upon on runs; you didn’t make it a priority, obviously, but made more of an effort in remembering to flatten your hands out slightly more when reaching into the back of a bedside table drawer, or remembering to be slightly more thorough when rifling through boxes underneath a bed. you both enjoyed the sensation of being blazed senseless, having philosophical conversations one minute and then, after one of you would pull something out of the depths of your ass, both ending up squirming around like idiots from laughing, the next. that was your favourite thing about the friendship that the two of you had; it didn’t really matter what kind of occasion it turned out to be, you always found a way to have fun, despite not having been friends for that long. and, granted, (and especially in this case) sometimes that happened to be too much fun. you hadn’t ever really experienced being with someone the way you had been with ellie; where things just kind of… happened. no theatrics, no kind of irritating build-up, no stolen glances across a crowded room. just the two of you enjoying each other’s company, and then enjoying the sensation of gasps being swallowed into each other’s mouths, smiles pressed against lips between kisses, and the couch jolting in time with rhythmic movement. that kind of effortlessness was precisely the reason why you were so excited to see her again that night, eagerness evident in the speed at which your knuckles knocked on the wood of her front door.

it took a minute or two for the door to be pulled back to reveal ellie standing in her oversized grey hoodie and black jeans, a cocktail of both confusion and disinterest washing her face like a watercolour painting. this had become both of your routines for the past month where, every weekend, the two of you would hang out in her dingy little garage, with your only goal being to get so high that you barely even remembered your own names, which is why you couldn’t wrap your head around the blank expression that had met you on the other side of the door, as if you had gotten the wrong day, or she had just forgotten who you were, altogether.

“hey,” your breath was visible before your face, dancing in the cold air that stood between the two of you. “you good?”

“uh, yeah, i…” ellie finally spoke, licking over her lips. “what are you doing here?”

you weren’t sure whether she was just messing around, eyes flicking between both of hers in an attempt to figure her out. “…well, it’s saturday night?” you tucked your hand into your back pocket, fishing around for the small bag of weed which inhabited it before pulling it out and dangling it between your index finger and thumb. “we’re gonna smoke. are you… stoned already, or something?” not even the sight of pot was enough to tear off the stony mask which remained upon the girl’s features, and a kind of dull ache was beginning to situate itself within your stomach at the realisation that something was off. the girl who, on any other saturday night, would practically drag inside after a long day at merely the mention of the word ‘smoke’; the girl who, just seven days before, had leaned in, totally disregarding the mess of drug paraphernalia between the two of you on the couch, and kissed you, rendering you totally breathless and giving you just a glimpse into the rest of the night’s activities.

ellie sighed, teeth pulling at the inside of her cheek as her eyes flicked between yours and the bag of weed which was now beginning to appear pretty pathetic. “no, i… i’m not in the mood tonight.” she knew that the last thing she should have been doing was attempting to cut you off with no real, solid reason, but she was just too fucking stubborn- way too comfortable in her routine of futile hookups and easy goodbyes- to treat you any differently. “just go home, (y/n).”

“are you… i can’t figure out whether you’re fucking around? are you joking-”

“fuck, (y/n),” her voice shifted then, impatience present in her words as she spoke, her tone a little harsher now. “what are you not getting?”

your breath hitched in your throat at her cutting inflection, a cold rush shrouding you like a raincloud over a field of sunflowers. “what?” you questioned, stuffing the little bag back into your pocket, partially out of embarrassment but also out of frustration at the girl’s sudden, unkind nature. “i don’t know, ellie. maybe i’m just not getting the fact that this is what we do every weekend; i come here, we hang out and we get high, but now you’re acting like you’ve never seen me before in your life? like i’ve done something to piss you off?”

“i told you, i’m just not in the mood tonight.”

“you’re always in the mood to smoke, ellie. so, what’s the real reason?” you let your teeth dig into the inside of your lip as hard as you could manage without drawing blood, feeling your eyes begin to sting with the prick of tears, which you refused to let spill, no matter how hard they threatened to. your eyes wandered over the brunette’s face, determined to seek a hint of how she was feeling, of what was going on behind her empty gaze. the difference between the way she was looking at you now, versus the way she had been looking at you the last time you saw her was frightening, and then it hit you. you swallowed. “is it because of what happened?” you watched her then, for any kind of reaction to what you had just said. your heart was beating ten to the dozen inside your chest, blood whooshing in your ears as your eyes flicked desperately between both of hers, which had seemingly lost their piercing greenness in the timeframe in which the two of you had been talking.

ellie pressed her lips together into a thin line, her shoulders lifting and then dropping in a shrug, which to her was just a kind of nervous break from the conversation, but to you, appeared rich with disinterest and arrogance. ellie knew that she had disappointed you, watching as your sunny disposition didn’t take long in setting behind her belligerent hills as soon as she had greeted you. you had appeared so happy to see her after the night that the two of you shared; the way she had behaved, she knew, was different to how she had behaved with any of her other one-night stands before. the pureness in her intent to make you feel good, from the bottom of your body, right to the top; how she had pulled you from her couch to her bed, being careful not to push you down too roughly and ensuring that you didn’t hit your head on the wall behind you; the way she had remained awake long after you had fallen asleep once the two of you were finished, watching as your body swelled with breath, how your eyebrows would furrow ever-so-slightly as you dreamed; the way she had cursed herself in that moment, condemning her own actions and vowing to never do it again. because, after all, and no matter how hard she tried, how could she ever even begin to love you when she couldn’t even manage to love herself?

“that’s a really shitty thing to do,” you whispered, eyes noticeably shining. “especially to me. pretending to care about me for a night, just because you knew i would let you, because we were both stoned, and then just… just pretending i don’t exist. as if we weren’t ever going to see each other again.” you wondered whether your words would evoke an explanation. perhaps an apology, anything. the way in which the girl before you was looking at you, almost as if she was looking through you, caused both your eyes to sting, and your blood to boil. “and then not even having the balls to give me a real reason as to why you’re acting like such a bitch.”

“go home, (y/n).” ellie was adamant, hand still gripping the handle of the door as if she had been wanting nothing more than to simply cut the interaction short and shut the door in your face without saying another word, this entire time. “i don’t want to smoke with you, i don’t want to talk to you, i don’t want to be around you. so, just… just go home.” it took only a few seconds before you turned around without another word and made your way back down ellie’s driveway, fingers running through your hair and pushing it away from your face as you passed beneath the streetlights and then finally disappeared out of view. with a push, ellie replaced the wooden partition that had previously stood between the two of you and rested her back against it, exhaling heavily and finding herself alone again, exactly as she had wished to be in the first place.

she knew that she had just thrown everything away that the two of you once had; your strength in friendship, in intimacy, in security. she had once thought that letting someone in would surely ruin her; strip her of her armour and render her powerless, even if that someone had been you. but, as she closed her eyes and remembered that look on your face as your brain had processed her words; as cold as ice, a pristine blade which had cut down your keenness before it had even been given time to become fruitful, she began to wonder why she had allowed you to root for her for so long, in the first place.

[ellabsprincess]

Can you do an Ellabs no reader drabble for their early mornings?

I think Ellie would be the type to love her sleep and always want to sleep in, and Abby would be the type to be more regimented and have an early morning routine, leaving her to be the one to wake a grumpy, tired Ellie up all the time. i think abby would know how to cook too, so she would make her breakfast a lot.

The odd times where Abby wants to sleep in, Ellie would wake up before her and want her attention and get all needy… 🥰

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i'm literally so sorry this took so long babes and OKAY i know y'all wanted "a better use for that mouth" first but i am struggling to put together a plot and i feel a little stuck on that fic so please accept this ellabs fic first

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 - 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, very suggestive (not really any explicit smut), talk of thigh riding, fluffy and sappy ellabs stuff, ellie being a needy little shit (affectionate), firefighter!abby, VERY BRIEF mommy kink, dom!abby + sub!ellie dynamic, NO READER INSERT

ellie's eyes flutter open, her vision blurry and obscured. her world seems fuzzy, but as she blinks a few more times, the bed beneath her comes into view. abby's side of the bed is neatly made, tucked and folded to perfection, her pillows fluffed and plump as if they've never even been slept on.

a radiant beam of sunshine has cast itself over the eggshell-colored sheets, illuminating the room via the skylight above the large bed. as ellie comes to her senses, taking in the peace and tranquility of the quiet saturday morning, she notices the smell of sweetness and the sound of crackling, cooking meat, coming from the kitchen. it's not really a surprise. abby is an early riser, a gym rat who gets up entirely too early to get a workout in while her precious girlfriend is still asleep. she must have come home hungry from building up her physique, and decided to make breakfast.

ellie follows the enticing smells out of the bedroom, throwing the bedsheets off of herself and trailing the scent of sweetness like an old-timey cartoon cat enticed by the smell of fresh-cooked turkey.

she feels a bit pathetic, walking into the living room with her messy bed head and her pajamas astray. on the other hand, abby is a sight to be seen in the kitchen, covered in a light, glistening sheen of sweat from her workout, her cheeks still slightly pink from exertion. her arm and leg muscles flexing as she moves with the grace of a ballet dancer around the kitchen, working to prepare a hearty meal. and of course, her signature braid is completely in tact, not a single loose hair visible.

ellie clears her throat, trying to clear all of her body of her remaining confusing and annoying morning grogginess. abby whips around, slightly started by the sight of ellie.

"oh hey baby, didn't expect you to be up so early! was gonna surprise you with some breakfast in bed."

ellie smiles, awake enough to acknowledge the sweetness and kindness of abby's actions. her tired brain still feels like a combination of syrup and tv static inside her head, so she only gives a soft whine in response, but abby understands.

abby knows their dynamic well by now. ever since they moved in, it's been the same routine almost every morning. she wakes up before the crack of dawn, hits the gym and clears her head, and then comes home to her sleepy girlfriend still curled up in bed, often laying spread out like a beached starfish and breathing in abby's signature pine scent still lingering on the sheets.

but abby doesn't mind. no, she loves the opposing dynamic of her relationship, and she adores that ellie loves to sleep in, when the perfectionist side of abby makes her get up and work on herself most days. she loves her carefree ellie. she needs that energy to balance out her own internal monologue that always begs her to do everything perfectly. she needs her ellie.

ellie trudges towards the kitchen, dragging her feet against the soft, plush rug of the living room as she blindly makes her way towards her girlfriend. she rubs her eyes, desperately trying to rub the last of the sleep away. reaching the kitchen island, she pulls out a barstool and plops down with a soft thunk, resting her head in her hands and gazing at abby. at the sound of ellie's tiredness and careless state, abby smirks. she adores these lazy mornings with her girlfriend more than anything.

sure, she likes to be taken care of herself, but it feels nice to be a provider for ellie, and to make her food and take care of her when her brain is too tired and sleepy to let her do anything by herself.

after a few more minutes of shuffling around the kitchen, abby finally plates the breakfast. an omelet, stuffed with proteins and flavorful herbs, and a small side smoothie bowl full of fresh fruits and sweet grains, just dripping with sweet honey nectar.

ellie almost drools at the plate in front of her, of course plated and staged to perfection, as abby wouldn't have it any other way. the fruit of the smoothie bowl making a perfect symmetrical spiral, the herbs placed so delicately on top of the omelet. abby was typically rough with her hands, working as a firefighter, but she had a deep appreciation for the arts, and loved to express herself through culinary means.

placing a strong hand on ellie's upper back, abby gracefully slides into the seat next to ellie, her own edible artwork sitting in front of her.

"i love you baby," abby says, almost a whisper.

"love you abs, thank you for taking care of me," ellie responds, slightly mumbling in her lethargic state.

"always ellie. anything for my best girl."

and so they sit in peaceful silence, the room only filled with the sounds of birds chirping outside the slightly ajar kitchen window, and the soft clinks and chinks of their silverware on their plates, and the quiet clunks of their glasses reconnecting with the counter after a sip of refreshing water.

it's nothing much, just a simple breakfast together as a couple. but it's that moment of peace that's everything to them.

THE NEXT MORNING

"abby c'mon"

"abby"

"abbyyyyy"

"mommy?"

abby's eyelids flutter open at the nickname. it's only barely light in the bedroom, just a few gentle sun rays streaming in through the windows.

as abby comes to her senses, she realizes that ellie is curled up against her front, nuzzled into her broad chest. she's letting out muffled little mewls and whines among the desperate pet names. abby also realizes with a raise of her eyebrows that ellie's legs are wrapped around one of abby's muscular thighs, leaving ellie's clothed cunt perfected placed among the mountain of ridged muscle.

"oh poor baby, you woke up needy els?" abby coos.

"mhm, need you mommy." ellie pleads, hiding her face in the middle of abby's chest.

abby chuckles. "well then go ahead baby, grind the drooling cunt against mommy's thigh."

it seems that every once in a while, they liked to change up their routine. after all, who doesn't enjoy a bit of morning fun?

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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[deathbyathousandroses]

We can't keep meeting like this.

ellie x fem!reader

content warnings ☆ cursing, alcohol and weed, vomit (brief and not described), smut (oral, overstimulation, fingering). Lemme know if there's any I missed.

College AU. ☆

Brief Summary ☆ To new beginnings! You were finally moving out of your home town to a bigger city. When you meet the hottest girl you've ever seen on your first day. You can't help but keep meeting in embarrassing situations. ☆

WC ☆ 6.3k

a/n ☆ Howdy Ellie fans, hope y'all enjoy this. I'm not the most magnificent write. But I had an idea so might as well. Feedback is appreciated!

The sound of your tapping foot muffled by the rattling of the car made it all more consuming to get to your destination. Whoever told you being in a small confined space with your chatty dad for five hours was a good idea. Needs to be told off. Anticipation surged through your body as you realized you would almost be there. This was instantly followed by apprehension…'What if my roommates a dick? No, what if they think I'm the dick?'

Scratch that, keep happy thoughts. And so you did - kinda. Soon enough you had arrived at the campus. Although you had done endless amounts of research on this school. No immense amount of websites or pictures could have prepared you for the overwhelming feeling of seeing the massive campus in person. Fuck, I mean do you get any financial compensation for the amount of walking you're gonna be doing?

"Hey kiddo, c'mon!" Your dad put his hand on your shoulder with a look between loss and rejoicement. Soon enough. you're struggling to balance bags and boxes onto a small rolling cart. Making your way into the lobby.

The environment immediately made you anxious. With a mix of student orientation leaders and staff member, that all didn't wear any identification. You're struggling to be assisted, until your lord and savior of a father found someone.

A tall lanky raven haired boy trotted his way over to your dad with a clipboard. As your dad mumbled his concerns to him, you squinted your eyes to read the minuscule font on the back of his clipboard. 'Resident Assistant(s)' Oh, well it looks like your old man did a good job at finding exactly what you needed.

Next thing, you were being led to your residence hall room and passed around to different people along the way to aid your confusion. Making your way through the crowd was terrifying. Though, it all worked out as you got to a door that room number matched your paper.

A relieved sigh escaped your mouth, followed by a loud groan from your father. You unlocked the dorm, taking in the foreign area. It was a decent size, you didn't hate it. Thankfully, considering this was gonna be your living situation for god knows how long.

"Hey, looks like your roommate beat us to it." Your fathers voice filled the room. "Ok, Mr. Captain Obvious." You snorted admiring the decorated half of the dorm. Posters and other items scattered the wall, and you noticed a theme of purple. Purple comforter, purple stationary, purple bags.

"I wonder if purples their favorite color, what do you think?" You quipped.

"I reckon it's yellow, no?" Earning a small chuckle out of you.

The two of you began getting to work unloading the boxes upon boxes. God, you should have never allowed him to organize these. Somehow, you were finding toiletries in your clothes box, and stationary in your technology box. Yes, it was a pain in the ass to keep guessing where everything was. But, it did give you more time with the old fucker. Admittedly, you were gonna miss him. Of course, you'd never tell him that to save your pride.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

The day was nearing an end, you'd gotten most everything heavy unpacked. The rest you were able to handle by yourself. A palpable sense of realization fell over you. You'd be having to say goodbye. By the looks of your fathers face, he was thinking the same thing.

"Why don't we have waffles for dinner, on me kiddo." He faintly smiled, ruffling up your hair. You did the smallest nod, but he understood. Then causing the sappiest scene to known to man kind to happen. He took you into a tight embrace kissing the top of your hair. You weren't listening to too much of what he was whispering. But you heard the quiet 'I'm so proud of you's.'

"Okay, okay. Enough of this dad. I'm starving!" You groaned. He reluctantly agreed. Not wanting this moment to end, and you both made your way out of the campus back to his car.

The ride to the restaurant was sat in a comfortable silence. Only the small hums of your dad listening to music. And the gusts of wind knocking on the windows. You loved these car rides, although sometimes it's a pain to hear him rant about cars and sports. Having to live with a new person you didn't know. Was ultimately gonna be worst. Especially not having these little moments everyday.

Once you both arrived, and were seated and ordered. You and your father talked about lists of things to do prior before classes. He was urging you to make some sort of itinerary to help you stayed organized. You, of course, had to reassure him multiple times that it was unneeded. You had everything you needed that your professors required. He still was worried.

The two of you carried on your conversation, just rambling about everything and anything. Until your food came. It was always a little tradition to get waffles with him after something big happened in your guys life. You always enjoyed this, and was glad he was carry on this tradition into adulthood.

The first bite was amazing, as always. Although, not as good as your the waffle place you both frequent back home. You watched your dad inhale his food. Only to realize how hungry you were, you both hadn't eaten all day. Besides the roadtrip snacks, you were starving.

It was here, the dreadful goodbye. You'd never think watching your dad pay for a check would make you tear up. But here you are trying to hide your emotions in a 24 hour diner.

"You gotta get back." He held his hand up pulling you out of the sunken in booth. You put your jacket on and followed him back to the car. He flipped in your favorite CD, and you both sang along to it. Relishing in this fleeting moment. Unfortunately, the car ride didn't feel long enough.

There you were, reluctantly pulling the car door open. While your dad raced to your side of the car.

A smile painted his lips, and he grabbed your hand. "Here, why don't you let your old man walk you to your room?" The silence gave him the answer he needed. And he put his arm around you walking into the lobby. Memories from this morning flooded back, but the lobby looked drastically different without the crowds.

The walk was nice, besides the rambling about being a good student and kid. Not getting into drugs, blah blah blah. The universal run down every parent feels like they have a duty to say.

Stopping at your dorm door. The same expression was plastered on his face from when you finished unpacking that afternoon.

"Bring it in kiddo." The embrace was tight again, you didn't want to let him go. If you did you'd have to face the reality of him leaving. It isn't like you weren't ready for this new start. You were just scared of being alone. You felt the top of your head getting smothered in kisses. If anyone walked by, you'd sure think they'd start tearing up.

He was the first to let go. You hadn't realized his face was also wet from tears. Until you finally tilted your head back up to him. This earned a chuckle from both of you.

"You know I'm gonna miss you." You mumbled, dragging on the first few letters.

"I know." His voice was only but a whisper. The next thing he did was kiss your forehead one last time "Don't do anything stupid, you understand?" Nodding your head in agreement, you went in for a last hug. This one was shorter, but still had the same impact as the rest.

You both said your goodbyes, and the sound of his footsteps grew fainter every second. When you couldn't hear him anymore, you finally began unlocking your door. Only to be greeted with a girl on the bed.

She lay there with earbuds in, a book. Her hair was braided in the back, and an earthy floral scent filled your nose. With the sudden sound of the door shutting. She took her earbuds out smiling wide.

"Oh! You're here!" She came up and hugged you. This was different you thought. You didn't say anything verbal in response, still too shocked by the big embrace she took you in prior. "Oh shit, right, my bad. I'm Dina."

"Y/N, nice decorations by the way." You responded.

The rest of the night was filled mostly by Dina talking and you listening. You didn't mind though, you thought she was interesting. Besides, it was better than having an asshole of a roommate.

"Okay, before we go to bed...What's your schedule for tomorrow?" Dina questioned.

"Oh, well I have my art class at 9am. Journalism at 11, then Calc in the afternoon."

"Journalism with Bardot?"

"Yup, that's the one." Earning a hum out of Dina.

"Okay, how about we meet up here before Journalism and we can walk to class together," Dina mentioned. You agreed. "Also! I'm going to a party tomorrow night, you're coming."

You were ready to argue but Dina didn't budge on the statement. I guess tomorrow would be filled with trying new things...

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Loud beeps awoke you. It was already morning? The clock read 7am, you had two options. Sleep in until 8:30 and have only 30 minutes to get ready and to your class. Or start getting ready now to look presentable, while also not having to rush across campus.

With a little more deciding, you once in your life picked the responsible decision...Slowly parting ways with the warmth of you bed was hell, but getting into a warm shower was great compensation.

Once you finished getting ready, it was almost time to leave. Checking you school bag, and tying your shoelaces. Thats when Dina woke up.

"Good morning Y/n." Her groggy voice rang. She sat up wrapping her body in her comforter and rubbed her eyes. "You headed to class?" She questioned.

"Yup, I actually need to leave," pulling out your phone to read 8:50, "right now-" Ur voice now laced with panic. You couldn't be late for your first class of the school year. How would your professor feel about this?

The adrenaline coursing through you, carried your legs faster than you could have ever. Checking quickly for the room number you needed you finally had. 8:58am. Took only eight minutes, nice job.

Lecture hall was abnormally quiet, even your feet taking steps felt too loud. A lot of seats were taken, so you chose a seat near the center. Wouldn't have been your first choice, but I guess that's what we get.

The class began shortly after, going over the basics of the art course. Just in detail of course expectations, professor policy etc. It was all dandy until a finger taps on your shoulder. You look back to be met with the most piercing green eyes. Your eyes wondered the mystery girls face. She had freckles scattered on her face like constellations, and short auburn hair that framed her face perfectly. Perfection is all you could describe her as.

"Can I sit here?" Her raspy voice broke your trance.

"Uh, yeah of course!" Mentally face palming yourself for saying that so energetically. She didn't speak much after that, carefully opening her notebook with doodles and following along to the professor talking. It wasn't like she was saying anything important right now, it was all just first day rundown. But you couldn't help but admire her tattooed wrist.

That short-lived admiration ended when the bell interrupted. Groaning, you gathered your things and began to head out when the freckled girl spoke.

"I'm Ellie by the way." Her voice rang through your head like a broken record. You did a slight smile to acknowledge her, but she still stood there waiting expectantly.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm Y/n." A deep red blush painted your face after speaking.

"Well, I hope to see you around. Y/n." She began walking away after. Did her voice get hotter every time she spoke? Oh how you'd pay to hear her say your name again, and again, and again.

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The first school day came to a close. Dina and you walked together to your dorm as she rambled on about her day and the upcoming party tonight. This was when you realized your first obstacle; finding the right outfit to wear to a college party.

Dina started getting ready right away, leaving you stranded and clueless on how to look presentable. Do I wear something nice? Something casual? The first you focused on was hair and makeup. It wasn't anything extravagant. But definitely something that was bolder than your everyday.

Once that was over with, you watched Dina slip on a cute sweater with a skirt. It was simple, but so cute.

"Dina?" You spoke, making her look up at you. Humming waiting for you to talk, "Can you help me pick an outfit?"

"I was waiting for this moment all day." She frantically got up wasting no time to rummage through your closet. You couldn't decipher what she was thinking. She took a long time to pick pieces of clothing, so you wondered if she thought your wardrobe was ugly.

"Ah-ha!" She triumphantly said, waving a tight white long sleeve in your face, paired with some simple dark-washed jeans. The outfit was basic and simple, but there was a reason that shirt was in the back of your closest. You never wear it.

It clung too much for comfort, and the backless detail didn't go unnoticed either. It wasn't an ugly top, it was gorgeous. You just didn't think you could pull it off.

"Go try it on dummy!" She practically pushed you into the bathroom.

When you came out, you studied Dina's expressions. Her once blank face, turned into one of aw. "You look hot, what the fuck?"

Her words made you feel so confident. If it wasn't for her you'd probably be wearing a random hoodie. This was it, this was your look. The last thing you both did before heading out was checking yourselves in the mirror, and you were out.

As you walked through the halls, Dina abruptly stopped. "Shit, I forgot something." Without any explanation she quickly ran the other way. Leaving you stranded by the vending machine room. Welp, might as well buy some water as you realized how dehydrated you were.

After receiving the water, you began chugging it with no hesitation. The water began dripping from your mouth onto your white shirt. Realizing the mishap, you cursed under your breath looking for paper towels to clean yourself up. With your luck, no paper towels, and the water was right on the tops of your chest. Exposing your lack of bra.

Mumbling more curses under your breath, you started to choke on it when you saw Ellie standing in the entrance way staring at you amused.

"You scared the shit out of me, how long were you standing there?" You questioned.

"Only the part where I watched you drown, but don't mind me. I like the view." Her eye adverting to your shirt.

"Oh my god, this is so embarrassing." You groaned putting your hands to cover yourself.

She chuckled, passing by you to get to the vending machine. Just in time for Dina to come back with whatever she needed.

Saying your rushed goodbyes to Ellie, the two of you went back on your path to the party. Mentally cheering at Dina not asking who Ellie was.

You realized shortly into your walk, that you hit the jackpot with Dina as your roommate. She was such a polar opposite from you, but a part of that made you two gravitate to each other. Within the day and a half you'd known her. It felt like you'd been friends for years. I mean, there was a dull moment with her. Something, you never had with anyone except your father.

The party wasn't a far walk. but you still regretted not bring a jacket due to the coldness. And still somewhat damp shirt, luckily the it wasn't sheer anymore.

"We have arrived m'lady." Dina used her fingers to play air trumpet. You both went hand by hand up the stairs knocking on the door. To be greeted by a towering man.

"Jesse, this is Y/n, Y/n this is Jesse." Dina introduced you both to each other. He open the door more to signal you both in, and greeted you. "I'm her boyfriend by the way." You nodded, as you watched them become affectionate. Giving you a cue to walk away.

The party started off tame, not too many people were there at first. But as the night went on, the music became louder. Lights became dimmer, and it reeked of booze and weed everywhere. Dina had introduced you to a couple of other people. With the help of alcohol in your system you were able to strike up conversations easily.

You tried your best to stick with Dina for the most part. When she wasn't present, you stuck with a couple of people she introduced you to.

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The scene somehow migrated into a random bedroom. You were now at limit of alcohol, cutting yourself off from anything else.

"Alright, form a circle guys." Jesse instructed the room. Everyone got into position, when a knock at the door made every turn. The last person you expected to enter, entered. It was fucking Ellie. She immediately had her eyes on you. Giving you a slight nod to acknowledge your presence.

"Well if it isn't Ellie fucking Williams!" A girl yelled over the music. Other people began greeting her, making it very apparent she had mutual friends her. You watched as she sat in-between two girls, you felt jealously rise in you. But you pushed it down.

"Ok simmer down everyone," Jesse interrupted everyones conversations, "Were gonna play seven minutes in heaven." He dramatically slammed down an empty beer bottle in the middle. He stood up and sat on a nearby beanbag. To show he wasn't going to participate.

As the game went on, you became more and more anxious as your turn was coming up. Seven minutes went by fast in each turn, but you couldn't help but realize how long that really was. You needed to do it, you couldn't pussy out now.

"Your turn Y/n." Dina tugged on your arm. You slowly reached for the bottle locking eyes with Ellie. As the bottle spun, you watched it intently. Picking at you fingernails from the anticipation. It felt like it was in slow-motion near the end. As it came to a stop, your eyes geared towards the torn up converse that the bottle tip pointed at.

The bottle landed on Ellie. Whatever you were feeling before was ramped up double, she was the first to stand up. Smirking the whole time. She led you to the closet, and opened it to let you walk through.

"So art class girl, how's it going?" She playfully whispered. You were about to speak when you felt an overwhelming response to barf. Your hand flew to your mouth and you ran out of the closet and the room. Straight to the bathroom, only to release the worth sickness you've felt in years. I guess mixing boxed wine and vodka wasn't your brightest idea.

The lack of material covering your back relieving the heat you were feeling. As it hit the cold wall. You sat in the bathroom for awhile recollecting yourself, you didn't know how to get back from that. How did that make Ellie feel? I mean it seemed like you were barfing at the idea of kissing her.

The rambling of your thoughts were interrupted by a knock.

"I'll be out soon, sorry!" You screamed over the blasting music.

"Uh, it's me. Ellie, can I come in?"

Fuck me, just my luck. You slowly got up from the floor and opened the door inviting her in. She stood there for a second looking at the scene in front of her. You were a mess. Makeup probably smudged and hair now wild.

"I'm taking you to your dorm, you're clearly too drunk." Her voice was demanding. It made a familiar sensation pool between your thighs at her assertiveness. "Yes m'am." You squeaked, burping from the alcohol.

She took your hand, and guided you out of the bathroom and the party. She didn't have any transportation like you, so you both walked back in silence. The cold night making you shiver under the breeze.

"Here take my jacket, you're shivering." Ellie pulled the thick clothing off of her body, and guiding it onto you. Leaving her in a thermal underneath.

"But aren't you cold?" You mentioned. Ellie shook her head 'no' and you kept walking until you reached the campus. The walk helped you sober up a little, but not enough to chase away the dizziness you felt. You couldn't decipher if it was the alcohol or Ellie's close proximity making you dizzy though.

"Ok, you're gonna have to give me directions to your dorm," She spoke closely to your ear sending shivers down your spine, "Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" The new nickname made you almost buckle at the knees.

You told her the room number, and she nodded understanding where it was. Then, she took your hand helping you up the stairs. The hand-to-hand contact made your stomach jump in circles. She fortunately kept holding your hands as she navigated the hallways searching for your room.

When you arrived, she let go of your hand. Leaving you feeling empty.

"You know, we gotta stop meeting like this." Ellie breathy chuckled. Her hands went into her pockets. You nodded not knowing what to say, but agree. Feeling her eyes on you as you struggling with the lock of your dorm.

You began to enter, before stopping to look at her. "Thanks for walking me, this means a lot you know. Considering I almost barfed on you." This made you pull your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment.

"You can make it up to me sooner or later." Ellie responded, "Before I forget, give me your arm."

You reluctantly did, as you watched her pull a sharpie from her pocket. She began writing something you couldn't make out. When she finished you looked to see her number.

"Just so you can thank me again when you're sober." She remarked. This was the last thing she said before you both said your goodnights to each other. Parting ways for the night.

Getting inside, you checked your reflection in the bathroom of your dorm. Realizing how fucking red your cheeks were. After much review of the night, you cleaned yourself up and went to bed. For your first college party, it wasn't too bad. Despite one mishap.

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Like expect, you woke up with a raging headache. Never again you scolded yourself, before taking some aspirin. Dina was still fast asleep under a pile of blankets. Luckily, your earliest class was at 12 today, meaning you had an ample amount of time to pull yourself together.

Still, your thoughts lingered on last night. Of what could have happened in that closet. You didn't necessarily want your first kiss with Ellie to be in a closet. But apart of you didn't thin you'd get a chance else where. Of course, you blew it.

You began turning on a hot shower when you noticed the small black marker written on your arm. Remembering Ellie wrote it outside your dorm before she left. Before getting into the shower you quickly saved the number to your contact.

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The day went on as normal, just the same lectures about course expectations you got on the second. You couldn't help but think back to Ellie, and how you practically had her at ur fingertips in your phone. No prevail, maybe it was too soon to text her? Or maybe you waited too long?

After getting out of your last class, you made it back to your dorm and bit the bullet. Sending a short, 'Heyy, it's Y/n from art. Just wanted to thank you again. :)'

It wasn't anything special. but it did take you ten minutes to come up with. Your mind was running at all the possible replies she could give. And you became more anxious by the minute at the lack of them. Until you heard a ding.

'Hey Y/n, no worries. Although, I do think you owe me a lunch.'

You had to have read that tezt a million times by now. Lunch was practically the only word you could think of. Now for the hard part replying back. Don't sound too desperate Y/n, you got this.

'That I do.' That was the best you could come up with. But was it too short?

'Perfect, meet me at the campus cafe in ten. It's a date.'

Fuck fuck fuck. Did she really just fucking say that? After all, you thought you blew it after last night. You only changed out of your sweatpants into jeans. And fixed your hair before heading out. The walk to the cafe wasn't far, but you didn't wanna risk being late.

When you arrived at the cafe, your eyes scanned the busy area looking for the familiar face. You sat at an empty table of two. She was probably running late, it was only five minutes after the fact.

While you kept overthinking, the girl in question stalked over sitting down in the chair in front of you.

"Sorry I'm late." Her voice was quieter than usual. Was she just a nervous as you? You quickly dismissed it, reassuring it wasn't a big deal. The two of your got situated.

"So, I wanna know more about you." Ellie's voice was so low you almost has to lean forward to hear her. You watched her eyes study her fingers as they fidgeted. Only for them to come back to meet yours waiting for an answer.

"Well, what do you wanna know?" You replied, still studying her face. You couldn't exactly read her. Which was killing you. Before she could reply, a server came over asking what you both would like.

This prompted you both to skimp through the menu. After a minute, you order just a coffee. While you listened too Ellie ordering a tea with a pastry.

After the server left, you continued your conversation where it left off.

"So, what do you like? Is maybe what I should start off with." She laughed, it was such a contagious one. That you mimicked it unintentionally.

"Well, I don't know I like art I guess. My dad was always a huge painter, so I guess thats where the love came from. I also like space, specifically astronomy. You know, like constellations and what not." You promptly cut yourself off when you realized you were rambling.

"I love space too, I've loved it from a young age." She was smiling so much, you couldn't help but replicate it. The conversation was starting to get more comfortable after that new found shared interest.

It seemed like you two talked about everything, from what you were like back home. How you applied to this university. Ellie was not what you thought she be. Not that you had any bad impression of her. You just didn't expect her to be a huge nerd. But you were too.

"Yea, well my dad loves embarrassing me. " Ellie spoke through laughs. You were somewhat surprised that she was also raised primarily by her dad. You don't thin you've met anyone with that experience. It made you feel all more safe talking to Ellie.

"Uh, fuck. It's late. How long have we been here?" She questioned now acknowledging the lack of people in the cafe, from when you both were first here. You were about the speak when she spoke again, "Maybe you'd like to come back to my dorm?"

The question made your eyes widen in disbelief. The silence wasn't intentional, but you obviously weren't gonna turn down this offer.

"Or not, shit sorry did I make this awkward?" Ellie nervously watched you.

"What? No-YES! I mean sure- I would love to come." Your stuttering made you wanna crawl into a hole.

You both got up gathering your things and stretching from the lack of movement you both done in the past couple hours. You couldn't believe it had been that long, it felt like was only thirty minutes.

The walk to her dorm was different than last nights. Instead of silence, it wad filled with you and Ellie laughing and chatting the whole time. As you walked up flights of stairs, you couldn't help but gradually move closer to her. Now having your hands briefly rub past each other whilst you walk. You took this opportunity to be bold and tangle your hands together.

She looked at you for a brief second stopping mid sentence. You both held hands the rest of the way. You couldn't help but wanna scream.

"This is it." She stopped at a door that looked identical to yours. "I have a single, so no roommates." She reassured you.

Upon opening, a faint smell of weed hit your face. You studied her room noticing space posters and other things on her walls that she previously told you she liked. Your eyes went to the bong on her windowsill. You think she noticed, because she immediately went to put it away.

"Sorry about that, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything."

"No don't worry, I don't mind." You reassured her.

She sighed in relief, "Wanna try?"

"Why not." You responded. She grabbed the bong, previous water already occupying it. "Come, sit." She patted the spot next to her on her bed. As you did, she began packing the bowl. You intently watched her fingers as they worked away. Fuck- they were so long.

"Ok, you know how to do this?" Ellie questioned. You told her you've never used a bong to smoke weed. She nodded.

"Ok." She then took your hands placing the bong in them. "Put your mouth over the here. And start to inhale, okay? But don't do it til I finish lighting" She instructed. You did as she told you, and she brought the light up to the bowl and lit it. When she finished you inhaled watching the smoke rise up into your mouth. You brought the bong away and inhaled as much as you could before you started coughing.

Ellie patted your back to subside the coughing fit. When you collected yourself, you watched as Ellie expertly did everything with ease. She inhaled with no problems, passing it back to you. You both went back and forth until you were comfortably high.

The two of you lay there talking about stupid things, the high amplifying the amount of laughs you both let out.

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It seemed by now the two of you ran out of things to talk about. Now just enjoying each others company in silence. It was getting late and you knew this, but you didn't wanna leave. Still, feeling you overstayed you shift upwards looking at Ellie. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion by the sudden movement.

"I think it's time I head out, Dina might be worried." You finally spoke. She nodded biting her lip like she wanted to say something but couldn't. As you finally planted your feet on the ground she put her hand on your shoulder.

"Before you leave, can I ask you something?" Her voice now quieter than before.

"Go for it." You pressed on not knowing what she'd say.

"Did you want to kiss me last night in the closet?" She didn't make eye contact with you the whole time. Your heartbeat began fluttering faster than ever. Of course you wanted to kiss her. You've wanted to jump her bones since art class.

"Ellie..." You began. But she interrupted, "No don't answer that. I'm sorry shit-"

"I wanted to kiss you before that Ellie." It was not your turn to interrupt. You waited for an answer, but watched as her jaw unclenched and turned into a smile. She then finally looked at you for the first time since the question.

You watched as she leaned closer to you, "What's stopping you now?" Her voice now more raspy than ever. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forward pressing your lips to Ellie's. They were so warm and soft, it felt like a dream really.

She deepened the kiss by grabbing your face, using her left hand to tug at your hair causing a moan to slip out of your mouth. She used this opportunity to slip her tongue in. Making you react once again. This went on for awhile, her teasing you to see what reaction she can get out of you.

When you both pulled away, you stared at her lustful eyes and now redden lips.

"Fuck you're so beautiful Y/N." Ellie put her hands on your hips guiding you to straddle her lap. She kissed you once again, bringing her knee in contact of you heat. You moaned louder, this time causing a chuckle to come out of Ellie.

"Ellie stop teasing!" You whined. She kissed down your neck earning another small whimper out of you. "Someones needy..." She finally answered. Her fingers worked at the bottom of your shirt, looking at you to take off your shirt. You nodded frantically helping her life it over your arms and neck.

She stopped her movements to admire your shirtless figure. Reaching out the touch your breast, her cold thumbs ran over your nipples. Making you shudder against her, and involuntarily grind your hips on her thigh. That didn't go unnoticed by her, "Keep fucking yourself on my thigh baby." Her voice was addictive now, laced with nothing but lust.

You obliged, becoming a moaning mess from the stimulation. Ellie leaned down putting you breast into her mouth swirling her tongue over your nipple. A yelped escaped, as she nipped at your skin before pulling away.

She got up off the bed, leaving you in a huff. She mocked your neediness, and quickly pulled her hoodie off leaving her in a white tank top. The buckle of her belt took you out of your trance as she was in nothing but her underwear and tank top. She was now urging you to take your pants off.

Climbing on top of you and pulling you into another heated kiss. "I can't believe I get to do this." She whispered. Her hands traveled further down your body stopping at your clothed heat. She used her finger tips to rub up and down your underwear. Laughing at the wet spot that leaked through. "Who got you this wet?" She looked at you for an answer, "Hm? Answer me." Her voice got louder, pinching your thigh.

"You Els, s'only you." You practically moaned it. She hummed in contentment, snapping your underwear waistband against your skin. You lift your hips to easily slide them off, her fingers traced down your slit causing you to buck your hips up.

"Lemme take care of you." She kissed your neck and trailed kisses down your body stopped at you lower abdomen, looking up at you for reassurance. "You want this?" Her voice now filled with real concern. You nodded frantically. "I need a verbal respond sweetheart."

"I want this-I want you. Please Ellie fuck me!" You whined, getting impatient at the lack of friction down there. Ellie obliged licking a long strip on your wetness. Making a moan erupt from you. She continued to do this, latching her lips around your clit; sucking.

The feeling was unlike anything else. And you didn't know if you could go back to using a vibrator after her. She was practically a god right now. Her name fell from your lips like a chant. You couldn't stop, it felt too good.

As she kept kitten licking your clit, she slowly inserted one finger watching your face contort. As she fucked you with one, she inserted another. They curled up hitting your g-spot. The double stimulation was getting all too overwhelming. She could feel you were close.

She sped up her fingers, and harshly sucked your clit more getting more moans out of you. When you breath started to catching, and you legs starts clenching around her head. She knew what was to come. "Fucking cum Y/n." Her demands rang through your head as you moans. Tears spilled out of your eyes from the amount of pleasure you felt.

She did one last suck, and you were done for. Your legs started shaking as the coil in your stomach snapped. You came screaming her name like it was a mission. She continued to fuck you through your orgasm, but didn't stop when you finished.

"E-els! I can't take it anymore, please-" You croaked out, trying to push her head from your heat. She still didn't listen and kept sucking on your clit.

"C'mon one more princess, you can do it." She mumbled into you. Your moans became louder again, feeling another orgasm rise. The intensity building up due to your sensitivity.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" You moaned cumming again, this time squirming your legs and crying out from the overstimulation. She finally parted from between your legs. Chin covered in your juices.

"You taste so good, couldn't let you go." She explained herself, coming up to kiss you again. You tasted yourself on her lips, and she deepened the kiss again playing with strands of your hair.

"Ellie, what about you?" You questioned. She softened her gaze looking at you. "Another time, don't worry about me." Her voice now softer than when she was eating you like her last dinner.

You both laid there for awhile taking in each others presence. As you dozed off you couldn't help but feel so happy. You didn't know you were capable of even becoming friends with Ellie. Let alone do this.

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A/n: ANYWAYYY, I got a little carried away. I hope you guys enjoyed that! Feel free to leave requests for me to write. And leave feedback x

[sweetyluvs]

imagine ellie getting ur name tatted on her opposite forearm hehehe i need her so bad it’s never been funny

I LOVE THISSS I think she'd be so impulsive and so cocky LOL

ellie woke up on a Tuesday morning with a mischivies grin on her face. She'd fucked you stupid the night before- almost confident you'd sleep for the next 12 hours and try to stand up for another 12. Her green eyes flickered to you when she woke up, slipping out of bed and throwing some random clothes on she wasn't even sure were hers- grabbing her wallet and keys and heading out. The ride to the tattoo shop was filled with Tyler, The Creator and Lana del rey blasting through her cars windows until the familiar stop came to view; tats for t!ts & sh!t.

Honestly, ellie herself didn't even know how they got away with that name. I mean, maybe the exclamation points helped their cause, but not that much. she parked her jeep and hopped out, wallet in hand as the bell rang to announce her arrival. Let's just say she took a moment to decide the tattoo- or, well, what it looked like. As she sat on the chair, a slick smirk was on her lips as she thought about your reaction. "ready?" the tattoo artist, Cat, asked. "hell yeah."

You woke up with a prolonged yawn, stretching in that way that felt just so good. You went to cuddle against ellie to find that she wasn't there. Your brows furrowed, pushing yourself off the mattress and gasping at the pain in your.... 'hips'. you sigh, struggling for a good 10 minutes trying to get out of bed without breaking your body. You successfully ended up doing so, walking to the living room and hearing the sound of star wars faintly from the TV. it got louder as you approached, "luke, I am your father." you heard a gasp from ellie, even though she's seen the movie probably 100 times. "nooooo!" luke screamed, and you walked in just in time to see her left forearm.. wrapped in Tattoo protection. what the fuck did you miss?

"ellie?" you ask, confused. her eyes snap to you, "Oh, hey babe." she said, placing the ice cream she had down in the table beside the couch side. "sleep well?" she smirked, and you rolled your eyes, nodding. "yeah.." you trailed your view back down to her arm. "what the fuck did you do?" you sigh. the smirk that engulfed her face almost made you want to punch her. god, it was gonna be that luke skywalker tattoo she'd been going on and on about, wasn't it?

You approached her, watching as she delicately unwrapped her bare arm. Your eyes widened with surprise when it was revealed. It was a strangely beautiful tattoo of your name. Your heart beat soundly, genuinely touched by it, "oh, ellie. it's beautiful." you smiled... until you saw what was beside it. The luke skywalker tattoo and a pair of your breasts. how do you know? you just do. "ellie! what the fuck!"

[cinnnamongrl]

sorority secrets- ellie williams (part 1)

pairing: college!ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: ellie williams has never been the 'sorority type'. but when she meets you, she realises maybe spending college as a part of eta alpha rho isn't so bad.

warnings: [18+ MDNI] explicit language, suggestive themes/language, mentions of dating men, alcohol, small mentions of homophobia. [this series will contain smut later on- warnings will be listed accordingly]

author’s note: i’m really excited for this series hehe it’s gonna be a few parts. hold on tight bc there is drama and hot lesbian sex to come (my two favourite things).

ellie williams doesn’t like sororities.

she likes savage starlight comics, she likes video games, she likes getting high and watching space videos, she likes when cats do that slow blink to show they’re comfy with you.

she does not like sororities.

and yet here she stands, in the main room of the eta alpha rho house, 5 minutes from meeting the other girls who had been accepted into the campus’s most well known sorority. dread was resting heavy in ellie’s stomach. she didn’t want to fucking be here. what even was a sorority anyway? forced friendship with a bunch of prissy straight girls? no thanks. she’ll pass. she had only one person to thank for this bullshit; ellie’s step-sister brittney. perfect brittney. tall, blonde, president of eta alpha rho brittney. if brittney wasn’t so… brittney, then ellie’s step-mom wouldn’t be blackmailing her into a college sorority, threatening to cut her off if she couldn’t show willingness to follow in your family’s footsteps and become a respectable eta alpha rho lady.

“can you try not to look like you’d rather be drowning in a pool of piss than be standing here?” brittney’s shrill voice broke ellie’s flow of thought. “no can do i’m afraid” brittney scoffed dramatically. “i don’t want you here either, you know. it was my mom’s idea, not mine. i think you’re perfectly suited to staying in your dorm all year with your weird stoner friends” she spat. “well then, we can agree on one thing” ellie shot her a sarcastic smile.

brittney strode towards the eta house door as the first few girls arrived. ellie looked down at her feet and then looked to her right. she walked over to the sofa, deciding she’d feel less awkward if she was sitting. less aware of her body now, she was able to form her (shallow, but oftentimes correct) initial thoughts on the girls she was going to be ‘sisters’ with for however long she survived this little group.

cute…

won’t last 2 weeks with brittney…

definitely films herself shotgunning white claw…

woah.

you walked into the room and a nervous tingle rested at your fingertips. the sound of excited giggles and shy greetings settled in the background and you allowed your eyes to scan where you stood; pink wallpaper, a framed photo of an older but still glamorous blonde woman, grand staircase, white sofa, girl sitting on said sofa. is she… part of the sorority too? didn’t see her during rush week. beat up converse, white vest and a short sleeved grey shirt, large tattoo covering her right forearm… pretty freckles. you still weren’t sure if this girl was even part of eta but something in you was pushing you to go and sit next to her.

“hey” you offered a smile as you sat beside the girl. “what’s your name?”

ellie sat up a little straighter and cleared her voice. “ellie.” be cool ellie. “what’s yours?”

you told her your name and she nodded. something about the way she was looking at you put you on edge a bit; it made your stomach feel fluttery and hands slightly damp.

“are you… in eta alpha rho too?” you asked. she chuckled “why, do i not look like i am?” you shook your head defensively “no no i just- you-“ “it’s fine. yeah i am. my sister is the president of the sorority, ‘s why i’m here”. you nodded in understanding.

you talked for a little while longer and to her frustration, ellie couldn’t figure you out. past ‘woah’ she couldn’t make many initial judgements. sure, you looked the part; pretty, smiley, white dress short enough to show off your body but not too short that grandma would disapprove. but from the short conversation ellie could not see why you’d be interested in eta alpha rho.

truthfully, you didn’t really know either. your friends back home had gushed about the concept of being a sorority sister, and your parents were… traditional. their daughter in a good college with good grades in a respectable sorority, dating a nice young man from the college’s fraternity was their dream. just like they had done. to be honest you weren’t really interested in sororities and frat boys, you wanted to stay focused on keeping up your perfect grades and securing your future; that’s what college was about after all. however if being part of eta meant getting into fun parties and having a group of girls who always have your back then why not?

“AHHH there you are!” a girls voice interrupted yours and ellie’s conversation and you looked up to see a girl standing over you with a wide smile. “brittney just told me I’m your sorority big sister! my name’s emilia. welcome to eta alpha rho” she put a gentle hand on your shoulder and then averted her gaze to ellie “ellie, good to see you again!” ellie gave her a smile back. “i want you to meet some of the other girls, c’mon” emilia took your hand and pulled you from the sofa into a crowd of girls.

a flash of annoyance shot through ellie at brittney’s friend taking you away. she didn’t really know why, you were probably going to end up becoming one of brittney’s bitchy friends who all pretend to like each other but fuck each others boyfriends behind their backs. she relaxed her body back into the sofa, and watched you. watched the lines appear around your eyes as you smiled, let her gaze travel down to your thighs, noticed your nails. red and short. gay? she promptly pushed the thought away. she let her eyes run back up to your face, your lips and oh fuck she’s looking at me- ellie averted her gaze to the vase on the table in front of her and mentally slapped herself. don’t be a perv, jeez. acting like you’ve never seen a fuckin pretty girl before.

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you laid on your dorm bed trying desperately to focus on the episode of yellowjackets playing from your laptop and keep your eyes from closing. the eta meet had drained you and although it wasn’t late you felt ready to call it a day. your phone buzzed and after a few seconds of debate you decided to pick it up.

you sat up straight and pushed your laptop away from your lap.

you locked your phone and the black screen revealed the somewhat silly image of you smiling in your reflection.

~~~~~~~~~~

“truth.”

the game had been going on for maybe 10 minutes, and ellie was losing the will to live. you hadn’t showed yet and ellie was 1 “i dare you to text your ex” away from getting up and leaving.

“where’s the craziest place you’ve ever done it?” a red haired girl asked the girl beside her. after a moment of pause, “denny’s parking lot”. a fit of giggles erupted but were quickly drowned out in ellie’s ears when you walked into the room and took a seat next to her.

emilia gave you a quick wave and smile and you returned it.

“late to your first eta social. that could get you kicked out you know” ellie spoke in a hushed voice. she saw the way your eyebrows raised in worry and instantly felt bad, “i’m joking”. “don’t do that” emphasising the ‘do’ with a playful nudge to her arm. “you missed loads. sasha had to show everyone her most recent text AND you’ll never guess what? chloe has a crush on brandon!” ellie waved her hands in faux excitement. you tried not to laugh at her mocking your new sorority sisters. “you’re an asshole”. she tilted her head slightly with a smirk, “yeah?” you managed back a small “mhm”.

“ellie! truth or dare?” a brunette girl spoke suddenly, bringing your attention back to the group. ellie leaned back, adjusting her position so she was manspreading slightly, and let out a small huff. that same fluttery feeling in your stomach made itself known again and you looked away from ellie. “uh. truth i guess?” the girl pondered for a few seconds. “what’s your favourite thing in a guy?” ellie raised her eyebrows for a moment before a little smirk you were sure only you caught appeared on her mouth. “his sister.” the room went silent. ellie didn’t seem to notice. “gross” brittney muttered. you looked up and caught her eye “not in like… a homophobic way.” she clarified. you lowered your head and subtly looked through your eyelashes at ellie, who was absentmindedly taking a sip of her beer. emilia, who was smiling, got up from her seat and gestured for you to follow her to the drinks table.

“sooo, having fun?” she asked you, grabbing a beer for herself. “yeah!” you offered back and looked around the table for something sweeter than beer and stronger than hard seltzer. “i know truth or dare is a bit juvenile but it’s an eta alpha rho tradition” she chuckled. “nothing wrong with a bit of childish fun” you smiled and she nodded back before squeezing your arm and going back to her seat. you stood before the drinks table feeling slightly awkward. ok let’s see… tequila? barf. maybe vodka? hm but what with. oh they have cranber- “you know, there’s capri-suns in the fridge if you’re not a liquor girl” ellie’s playful mocking broke your train of thought and made you jump slightly. you faced her with one hand on your hip and one resting on the table and narrowed your eyes in mock annoyance. while your brain tried to think of a witty response you noticed ellie’s eyes were taking in your body and it made your face heat up. you opened your mouth to respond and her eyes landed there and stayed on your lips. was she aware she was this unsubtle? “your beers with a 5% alcohol content aren’t too far off capri-suns” you retorted. she laughed and it made something leap in your chest. you turned back around to pour yourself a drink as ellie watched you.

after a few hours the games had died down and the scene in front of you showed most of the girls chatting or dancing to the dua lipa song that was playing from the tv. you’d been stuck in a conversation with a girl called alice for the past 40 minutes about her boyfriend who’s cheating on her but still loves her (she feels it in her heart), you were searching for a lull in the conversation to excuse yourself to the bathroom but so far alice hadn’t come up for air. that’s until an angel sent from heaven (who’s name escapes you) swoops in and sparks up a conversation with alice, leaving you with a clear exit plan. thank you nameless angel. unnoticed by alice or her friend you make your way to the bathroom across the hall, ‘you want me, i want you baby, my sugarboo…’ becoming quieter and quieter and your head ever so slightly fuzzy from the two drinks you’d been nursing throughout the evening. you reached the bathroom door and lifted your arm up higher than sober-you would find necessary to check it wasn’t occupied, and at the same time the door flew open making you lose your balance slightly and fall like an idiot into the poor person who’d just used the bathroom. “oh my god i am so so sorr-“ you looked up and saw ellie, looking down at you with an expression of amusement. you stepped back a little and she lifted her arm to rest against the door frame. you blamed the drink on the way that little display made you feel. “time to switch to capri-suns, sweetheart?” you pushed past her body into the bathroom “shut up about the capri-suns” she laughed and turned her body to face you as you checked your appearance in the sink mirror. “i’m serious. wouldn’t want you stumbling over like that and spilling something on that pretty dress of yours” she stepped forward a few inches and your heart rate picked up and you suddenly felt warm all over. even something about the way she indirectly complimented your outfit made you feel all weird and shy in a pathetically girlish way. what the fuck was wrong with you. keep. it. together. you could tell she’d had a little to drink from her lightly flushed cheeks.

“i won’t. ‘m not drunk” your eyes locked onto hers through her reflection in front of you. “yeah? then show me your eyes”. “what?” you questioned. she placed her hands on your hips and turned your body around to face her, your back now leaning against the sink. she was close. “you can always tell from the eyes,” she spoke low and her words took their time on her tongue “drunk people always get this hazy look,” her own eyes darted between each of yours “you know… heavy..” you swallowed, head swirling from definitely not the vodka and fuck since when was this bathroom so hot “.. sleepy” you opened your mouth and the breath you didn’t realise you were holding came out and her eyes were on your lips again. she brought her tatted arm out to hold the sink, caging in the left side of your body.

“oh!” both yours and ellie’s heads shot to the door, revealing emilia standing there. “sorry! was just coming to look for you,” she told you “wasn’t sure where you were.” she half-giggled. ellie cleared her throat and gave emilia a tight lipped smile and exited the bathroom. “glad you’re safe, i’ll uh- let you pee now.” she tittered and followed ellie back to the room, closing the bathroom door behind her. right, yeah. i came here to pee. the past few minutes left you with a little disorientation; you sat down and replayed your moment with ellie. moment? can you call it a moment? why does it even matter. what the fuck were you doing getting all woozy because a girl you only just met flirted with you for 3 seconds. you physically shook your head pretending that could rid you of the feelings you were experiencing. ellie was in your head and it scared you. that’s the thing about the guys you’d dated; sure it was fun to go on dates with them, sex could be… pretty enjoyable, and you could laugh and joke with the majority of them. but they never interrupted your focus. they never took up space in your brain when you weren’t in their presence, and they didn’t have the power to distract you from college or your grades. they were safe.

as you entered the room again emilia noticed you and spoke up “hey! i was just thinking: you came in late so you never got to play the game! soooo.. truth or dare?” she asked with a big smile. the moment had passed surely you thought, but you humoured her anyway. “dare?” “ok,” she put her finger to her bottom lip and looked up “, i dare you to tell us who you have a crush on” grown adults. we are grown adults. “isn’t that a truth?” you questioned. “oh shush. just answer” you thought of ellie. you were sure she was looking at you but didn’t dare to check. then you thought of college, your sorority sisters, your parents.

“chad.” there was a chad in your college right? emilia gasped “chad peters?” sure “yep” “AHH he is SO cute. head of the football team AND kappa upsilon sigma fraternity president as well, someone has standards” emilia jibed. you gave her a false smile. you could see brittney out of the corner of your eye frowning.

you were a fucking idiot. chad? you could almost feel ellie’s eyes on you, but you still couldn’t manage to turn around and look at her. now who was the asshole.

part 2

[ezllie]

[abbysribbon]

abby mirror pic !!! :33

repost wherever but credit me @valentars or @starletpose on twt !!!!!

[cjrights]

movie and a sweet treat ~ ellie williams

summary: you’re so pretty when you cry, ellie just can’t get enough. pairing: dom!ellie williams x sub!afab reader warnings: 18+!!(mdni) oneshot!! no y/n bc I hate that, fluff (I guess) at first and then it turns to smut 😛 ellie’s a little weird… dacryphilia 😟😟 fingering (r receiving) cunnilingus (r receiving) an: definitely not proofread ;) im aware i switched povs and that shit like twelve times but it’s whatever 💔💔 GUYS PLS IM A FEEN but also give me tips i have no idea how to do this thang word count: 1.1k

*sniff*

tears were starting to prick your eyes as you reached into the popcorn bucket, held by your girlfriend, ellie. it’s not like you didn’t cry in front of her, but the situation was a little embarrassing.

you were both sitting in your room, watching all the bright places. ellie knew how much this movie made you cry, and maybe that’s why she picked it to watch. again. for some reason when you cried, it always made ellie press her thighs together. she didn’t know if it was something wrong with her, but it made her want to climb on top of you and forget all about the movie. you stifled sobs as you watched the movie. it really did get you every time. i mean, how could it not? you couldn’t imagine loosing ellie the way violet lost finch. whenever you would imagine…it was practically a phone call to ellie of you sobbing telling her how much you loved her, and how much you appreciated she was in your life.

ellie looked over at you as the first tear ran down your cheek. *sniff* fuck. she thought as she dug her nails into her hand, which was holding the popcorn bucket. you placed your head onto her shoulder and sighed loudly, a tear falling onto ellie’s white wife beater. she could see the indent of the tear on her shirt and so she shut her eyes tightly. “ellie?” you practically whimpered, making her internally moan. ellie mustered up the courage to say “hm? what’s wrong baby?” you turn your head so that your forehead is completely resting on her shoulder. “why do you choose this movie every time it’s your pick? it makes me sob every time.” you were whining, but you didn’t care. ellie used two fingers to place hair that was falling out of place behind your ear. “you’re so pretty when you cry. ‘can’t help it.” you groan and punch her arm slightly, which makes her chuckle. she placed a soft kiss on your head, and turns back to the tv, trying to ignore the wetness pooling in her boxers.

after about 30 minutes and 2 of her bathroom breaks, ellie couldn’t take it anymore. she placed a hand on your thigh, running it along your skin. you look up at ellie, with the most innocent look in your eyes, and ellie couldn’t deny the way she though about ruining that look. she wanted you to have those fucked out, glazed over eyes. she inched her fingers closer to the hem of your flowy shorts, which you always *happened* to wear when you and ellie hung out. you didn’t seem to have noticed this action, too focused on the movie. ellie ran her fingers along the hem until they dipped in and ran along the edge of your lace panties, which you had worn that day, just for ellie.

you gasped shallowly, and looked at ellie. “ellie… what are you doing?” ellie wasn’t even looking at you, but still looking at the movie. “hm? what do you mean? im watching this movie with you, silly.” you looked at her with pleading eyes, (which she couldn’t see) “baby… my parents are downstairs. we can’t.” your cheeks were still stained by tears when ellie finally looked at you. she bit her bottom lip and brought her fingers to trace over your clothed cunt. you whimper and cover your mouth. ellie chuckles when she feels the wet spot that matches hers, if not bigger. “what’s got you all worked up baby?” she continues tracing over your cunt and bites her lip again. you shake you head and shut your eyes. she was so close to where you needed her. so so close. she removed her hand and you moaned at the loss of contact. “nonono please!” you reached for her hand to place back on you, but she locked her arms on her lap. “tell me. i want hear you say what’s got you so wet.” you bit your lip and flushed bright red. “um.” you looked down. “you.” you practically whispered. “sorry, what was that?” ellie cocked her eyebrow. you groaned, frustrated. “you, okay?! please touch me again. i need it.”

this seemed to satisfy ellie for the time being, so she reached for the top of your shorts and looked at you, asking for permission to remove them. you nodded your head and helped her take them off. the gust of cold air that hit your wet folds made you throw your head back. you stayed on the couch and ellie situated herself on the ground in between your thighs. ellie sucked in a breath as she stared at what was in front of her. “such a pretty pussy…” she muttered. you weren’t even sure if she was talking to you, or to your cunt. maybe both? ellie placed soft kisses on your plush thighs, and you whimpered audibly. ellie placed a hand over your mouth, startling you. “we don’t want your parents to hear… do we?” ellie smirked and placed her lips onto your clit, swirling her tongue on the bundle of nerves. you yelped and covered your mouth, immediately overtaken by the pleasure. she detached her lips, a string of spit connecting her lips and your clit. she licked up your folds and you swore you saw jesus himself. “please ellie. stop teasing me.” she chuckled. “so needy aren’t we?” she starts to eat you out like she’s on death row and it’s her last meal. you are covering your mouth with your forearm now, and biting it to stay quiet. ellie sees the way your hole is clenching around nothing and decides to fix that. she places her middle finger inside you and it practically slides in because of how wet you are. your eyes roll to the back of your head as she adds another finger. “oh my god.” you whisper when she adds her tongue back along with her fingers. a familiar knot starts to tie in your stomach. you’re practically drawing blood with how hard you’re biting your arm, but you would rather that than your parents come up and hear the rather sinful noises you and ellie are creating, or god forbid see it.

“e-ellie. im gonna-.” “i know let it go. cum all over my fingers baby. make a big mess all over this couch” you throw your head back and she finger fucks you through your orgasm. she pulls her fingers out and licks them clean. you suddenly find yourself embarrassed. “ellie i cant believe we did that while my parents are literally below us.” you both laugh. “so…” ellie starts. “should we finish our movie?”

a/n: first time writing smut, lowkey sucks but lmk what y’all think!! <33

[simpforell1e]

mmmh even there my baby is so gorgeous