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summary: at the frat party, you and ellie get separated. you find the intoxicated girl on her own and take her home. in a drunken state, ellie’s mouth moves faster than her mind can comprehend and admits a few secrets to you. you just wonder if she’ll be in the same when she’s sober.
pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
word count: 3.9K
contains: sister’s best-friend!ellie, underage drinking, drunk!ellie, reader taking care of drunk!ellie, somehow EVEN MORE tension, slight fluff
a/n: just fair warning! part three might take a bit longer to come out but please, enjoy this <3
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You were kind of bummed that you weren’t able to drink tonight but you’d rather be the DD than Ellie walking or skating home alone at night. You blow your mom one more kiss before secretly flipping your sister off when she looks back down at her Kindle. Hailee held up her own with a tired scoff and trudging back to her room.
God, what was up her ass today? She didn’t talk about her date when she got back so you only had to assume the date with Vincent wasn’t what she made it out to be. You, of course, didn’t want to push her into lashing out so you were letting her take her time.
Once you got to Ellie’s place, you watched her walk over to the passenger's side of the car. Though it was dim in your car, you noticed her eyes dragging over your outfit. It wasn’t anything too extravagant; a black sweetheart top with your favorite pair of shorts and a pair of black and white sneakers. You glance down at your outfit for a moment before greeting her with a smile.
“Don’t you look pretty,” Ellie said teasingly, shutting the door with a smirk.
You shake your head but you can’t help how hot your face got.
“Yeah, you look good too, Els.”
Good was an understatement but you didn’t want to make it obvious that you’d let her take you in the backseat. She was wearing a red and black flannel that had the sleeves ripped off and a dark gray tee shirt underneath. Her hair was in its usual half-up half-down look, a few strands falling into her freckled face.
You glance down at her bandaged arm, wondering how she even looked good with that on.
Ellie put in the directions and argued how she was the passenger so she had the aux. You reluctantly allowed her to blast a mix of 70s Rock & 2000s Pop. You guys didn’t have much to talk about so you enjoyed the mix of Ellie’s playlist until you arrived at the frat.
You like Jesse but frat houses seemed like someplace you would never willingly attend. Ellie hopped out of your car and walked over to the driver’s side to open the door for you.
“Oh, thank you,” you toss your purse over your shoulder and send Ellie a teasing smile.
Ellie nodded with a ‘mmhmm’ as if it was nothing. She shut the door once she saw you grab your keys to lock your car.
Walking through the front door was an eyesore, to say the least. People were chugging from the kegs, guys desperately trying to flirt with women who were insanely out of their league, a few make-out sessions here and there, and people dancing to the 2000s Rap blasting over the speakers. The lights were flashing variations of blue, red, and purple.
“Hey, Ellie!” You faintly hear over the music and notice Jesse walking up to the two of you.
He pushed through the crowd and Ellie greeted him back. Jesse furrowed his brows at you to which you simply smiled back.
“Who’s this?” He pointed at you, his words slurring ever so slightly.
You speak up and tell Jesse your name to which he mutters again to himself. Jesse’s jaw drops as he runs a hand over his mop of black hair.
“Shit, Hailee’s sister. I’m so sorry.” Jesse apologized before holding up his beer can that you hadn't noticed before. “Here. You can have the rest of my beer.”
“Yeah, no, thanks. I’m driving tonight so no drinks for me.” You wince at the thought of drinking out of the same beer as him.
“Ellie, c’mon then. Let’s get you a drink.” Jesse didn't seem to care that much about your presence but you didn’t mind.
Ellie glanced at you with raised brows and held her hand out to you. You look down at her open palm and take it reluctantly. Her palms were a bit rough which was unsurprising but you shamelessly enjoyed it. She dragged you through the crowd of hot and sweaty bodies. One of her palms was resting on her bicep as people seemed to pay no mind to the three of you pushing through. Jesse stumbled a bit as you made your way to the kitchen.
“Alright so there's seltzers, hard lemonades, hard teas, Jell-O shots with vodka, and if you ask, we can make some cocktails for you,” Jesse patted another guy on the back who was standing in the kitchen.
You assumed it was one of his frat bros. You spotted a few sodas on the back wall of the kitchen before Ellie pointed to the fridge.
“I’ll just grab a seltzer, man. I’ll do shots and shit later.” Ellie leaned down to grab one of the white cans and popped it open.
As you watch Ellie take her first sip of the drink, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see whoever is touching you, a sour expression already plastered on your face.
You were relieved to see Dina, one of you and your sister's mutual friends.
“Hi, guys!” Dina shouts over the music.
You smile at Dina and give her a tight hug as you release Ellie’s hand finally. Dina chuckles and hugs you back with her free hand that wasn’t holding a red solo cup.
“Hey, D! You look so good!” You raise your voice as you step back to look at her outfit.
She grinned at you and thanked you for the compliment. She didn’t hesitate to gush over your top, asking you where you got it. Dina seemed to glance at Ellie, who was standing right next to you, mid-conversation with a look you couldn't quite recognize. Almost like they were communicating telepathically.
Weird.
After you started talking to and catching up with Dina, Ellie seemed to be dragged away by Jesse. You knew you felt like something was different at some point when Dina was talking about how she and Jesse were in a ‘talking’ stage. You glanced to your right and to your surprise, you didn’t see Ellie’s brooding figure.
How long had she been gone? You and Dina had only been talking for about 15 minutes. You were sure Jesse was probably nagging her about when she would be selling again.
She’s a big girl. She should be fine.
You and Dina ended up sticking together for most of the night, dancing and playing beer pong where Dina took your drinks so she was about 8 times more drunk than when you first walked into the large frat house.
The hours seemed to blend all together as you actually had a good time. You were missing Ellie for a majority of it but Dina helped with being a good distraction.
Next thing you knew, it was 1:00 AM and your exhaustion was beginning to hit you. Ellie was nowhere in sight and you were about ready to leave.
“Hey, D, have you seen Ellie anywhere?” You grab the girl's hand to tug her slightly towards you.
“Shit, I don’t know. Jesse said she had a lot to drink and said she had to pee. Maybe… outside? Oh, wait no, the bathroom, yeah.” Dina slurred to you before giving you a soft, dazed smile. “I love you, dude.”
You chuckle and search for someone to take care of Dina before making your way around to the bathrooms. You mentally prepare to find the worst if you accidentally open the door to one of the bedrooms. The loud music began to fade as you moved through the scattered amount of people in the hallways, asking if they knew where the bathroom was.
Most of them slurred nonsense so you were on your own at that point. You ended up hearing a few familiar groans come from behind one of the doors that you were about to pass due to the tacky warning sign above it.
You place your hand on the handle and knock a few times before you hear Ellie call out: “occupied!” Another pained groan leaves her mouth after that.
Worried for her, you twist the cold handle and thankfully it is open. The sight was… unexpected. Ellie wasn’t even on the toilet. She was lying in the surprisingly clean tub, her inked arm draped over her eyes while the other wrapped one hung over the side.
“Els? Are you okay?” You ask carefully, shutting the door behind you and locking it. You set your purse down on the sink countertop and walk over to the girl.
Ellie lifts her arm to peek at you and lets out a sigh. She smacks her lips and shakes her head.
“I don’t… know. I’m drunk, I think.” Ellie’s words were slow and dragging on which told you all you needed to know.
“That’s okay, Els. Have you been drinking water?” You kneel down reluctantly and push her hair out of her face, watching her red and glazed eyes stare at you wide.
“Nope. Jesse was tellin’ me that they didn’t have any.” Ellie smacked her dry lips again, rubbing her eyes with her middle finger and thumb.
You roll your eyes and make a mental note to smack Jesse when you see him.
“You think you can walk?” You hum as you trace her tattoo, the black ink blending in with her pale skin.
Ellie didn’t answer for a moment. Her green eyes seemed to soften the more you spoke, her head tilting slightly. Your brows furrow at her silence but you blamed it on how wasted she was.
“I think it’s time to go home.” Ellie chuckled weakly, grabbing on either side of the tub to shakily stand up in the tub.
You shoot up on your feet to take Ellie’s slightly larger hands in yours. They were warm and a bit clammy. You’ve never really seen Ellie as intoxicated as she was at the moment. She had drinks here and there but never got fucking drunk.
Ellie carefully stepped up and out of the tub, her grip tightening in yours. You watched her feet to be sure she was able to stand on her own, slowly releasing her grip. She held her palms out as she stood upright to seemingly help herself balance.
“You okay? You got it?” You softly ask her, holding your own hands out just in case.
“Yeah. I’m good. I think I’ll need help going down the stairs. I might trip and bust my ass. Again.” Ellie snorts at the end of her sentence, looking at you hooded and glazed over.
You can’t help but chuckle too and nod to yourself that this was the more open side of her that you were going to see. You pick up your bag and toss it over your shoulder, checking out how you look in the mirror.
Your mascara was smudged and your makeup was creasing underneath your eyes. You huff and wipe over the lifted concealer, practically wiping off all of it. It didn’t matter much. You were going home soon after this.
“It must be nice, y’know?” Ellie spoke up, leaning lazily against the door.
“What do you mean, Els?” You hum.
“To see what you see every day. Just… wow.” Ellie blew out a soft whistle of disbelief, staring at you through the mirror.
She’s drunk, you kept telling yourself.
“Alright, c’mon now,” you clear your throat as you hold a hand out for Ellie to take.
Ellie blinked slowly as she reached for your palm with a small grin, waiting for you to open the door. You grabbed onto the handle and made sure Ellie was able to stand and walk before leaving the frat bathroom. She was borderline pressing up against your backside as you led her through the crowd once again, looking everywhere to find Dina and Jesse.
From across the wide space of the living room, you could spot both Dina and Jesse making out against a wall.
Well, good for them.
This eased you as you practically dragged Ellie through the crowd, muttering ‘excuse me’ and ‘thank you’ as people reluctantly stepped out of your way. You kept glancing behind you to make sure Ellie was okay as you tried to speed-walk out the front door. She kept up for the most part but stumbled on her loose laces to her everyday Converse a few times.
You refrained from rolling your eyes at the sound of a few girls trying to stop Ellie to ask why she was leaving so early. Ellie responded with half-ass slurred responses before for the most part focusing on not tripping and eating shit.
Once you pushed back into the cool air outside, you felt like you could breathe again. It felt so humid and hot in the air throughout the entirety of that house. You managed to get Ellie to your car, rummaging through your purse with your free hand to unlock it.
“Need any help getting in, Els?” You turn to her, noticing how quiet she was being.
Her eyes blankly stared into yours as she smacked her dry lips with a shake of her head. She was insanely gone. How much had she had to drink?
“Don’t worry about me, baby. I got this.” Ellie waved her hand like a scoff and reached for the passenger’s side door.
Baby. You shake off the chill that runs down your back.
“Ellie—”
You cut yourself off as she already was tugging the door open. She gradually sat herself down onto the seat with a long sigh, glancing at you with a very obviously drunk grin.
“I’m all ready to go home.” She nodded to you, shuffling more into the seat.
You snorted a laugh and mouthed an ‘okay’ to yourself as you walked around to the drivers side. You hopped into the vehicle, glancing at Ellie as you started your car. She still just would stare at you like she wanted to say something but couldn’t.
Ellie was borderline silent the entire ride back to her house. You kept peeking over at her when you felt her stare at red lights quickly looking away, fiddling with the hair behind her ear.
So far, drunk Ellie seems to be shy and quiet. Not at all what you were expecting.
Once you arrived in the dirt driveway of the familiar house, you noticed the porch light was still on. You immediately felt bad as you knew Joel probably left it on for when you brought Ellie home. You help the freckled girl out of the vehicle with both hands in yours.
When she stood upright, she blinked harshly and almost lost her balance. You mutter a curse as you help her sluggishly walk to the front door. You reach for the knob and twist it slowly. Just as you predicted, Joel left the front door open for Ellie.
You peeked into the cozy home, seeing no sign of the grumpy man. Ellie trips over the entrance mat with a soft ‘shit’ but catches herself covering her own mouth as she realizes she’s home now. The hinges to the front door creak quietly as you shut and lock it.
“How was your night?” Ellie randomly spoke up as the two of you walked down the dark hallway to her bedroom.
You hum as softly as possible as you think about it for a second. It wasn’t the worst night you had. You did wish you spent more time with Ellie while she was still sober but you weren’t going to tell her that.
“Good, Els. Thanks for inviting me.” You whisper, glancing at her through the darkness.
Her eyes soften at your words as she nods slowly.
“That’s good. I was scared you were gonna be fuckin’ pissed at me.” Ellie slurred out, blinking as slow as ever.
Your brows furrowed as you arrived at her chipping door. You turned the cold knob to push the door open to reveal the clean-clutter of Ellie’s bedroom. You’ve only been in this room a few times and you swear it somehow manages to be neat and messy at the same time.
“What do you mean?” You ask her.
Ellie stared at you as you turned on her small lamp on her bedside table. Her eyes widened ever so slightly at your question, instantly avoiding your gaze.
“Well, I left you alone with Dina. Jesse fuckin’ keep sayin’ to take more shots and drinks and shit. I kept my distance because… fuck, I couldn’t stand to be around you.” Ellie spilled out before covering her face with her palms.
You freeze. You felt a pang of hurt at her words, tightening your grip on the strap of your purse.
All you could get out was: “What?”
Ellie looked up from her palms noticing your tense stature and she let out a groan at her own stupidity.
“Fuck, wait, no,” Ellie hend her tattooed arm out at you as she tried to stutter out the right words in her intoxicated. “That’s— No, I mean being around you… I can’t stand it. I can’t take it.”
You stare at her, not easing up one bit.
“Can’t take what?” You pressed.
“No, no,” Ellie murmured to herself then looking at you with glazed eyes. “Hailee would kill me. She would kill me if she knew.”
“Ellie, knew what?” You were more curious now.
Ellie sucked in a deep, long breath as she leaned against her bedroom door. The soft crinkle of the astronaut poster on her, the hum of the AC and your thumping heart were the only sounds you could hear.
“If she knew what I think about when I see you. How much it hurts and how guilty I feel for thinking that way about you.”
Ellie’s voice was desperate amongst her stammered speech. Your heart was in your throat as you stared at Ellie’s scrunched up nose and eyebrows. You couldn't tell how true this was. Her intoxicated distress seemed like it was genuine.
You always heard drunk words are sober thoughts. Ellie’s flushed pale cheeks and glazed over eyes reminded you that she probably wouldn’t remember this in the morning.
At least, hopefully not. You couldn’t form a full sentence at her confessions right now.
“Ellie—” You began but Ellie’s soft sigh cut you off.
“I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to say all of that. I just wanted you to know that I never ever hate being around you.” Ellie cleared her throat as she blinked slowly, standing upright shakily. “I actually like being around you too much.”
You couldn’t form a full sentence at her confessions right now. What the fuck was going on? You step forward and take her clammy palm in yours to lead her to her slightly unmade bed. Ellie let herself get dragged by you and plop down onto her bed with a hum.
“I like being around you too, Els. Really.” You tell her softly, sending her a gentle smile in hopes she would be able to calm herself down.
Ellie somehow blushed even more at your reciprocated words. Her lengthy thumb traces the back of your hand as she gulps, taking in how tender you were behaving towards her.
“You’re not just saying that?” She mumbled, avoiding your eye-line.
“God, no. I always like when you’re around the house. Hailee loves you.” You throw in the mention of your sister because you’re just an idiot.
“And how do you feel about me?” Ellie’s breath hitched as she looked up with hopeful eyes.
You wish you could blurt it out. How every time she comes over every bit of you wishes she was coming over to see you. It was selfish and so fucking stupid.
But she was everything and more to you.
“How about I tell you in the morning, Els? When you’re feeling better, okay?” You tell her with a small grin, hoping that was enough.
It stung to see Ellie’s eyes droop with sadness, clearly thinking that meant that you didn’t have feelings for her. You didn’t want to spill your heart out when she may not even remember it in the morning. But Ellie had no intention of arguing with you.
She nodded slowly, looking down at her sweaty and liquor drenched clothes.
“Can you, uh, get me a shirt to sleep in, please?” Ellie asked softly.
You hum a ‘yes’ as you stand up to go over to her dresser across the room. You opened the second one down from the top to grab a plain black tank top for her to sleep in. You turn around to place them on the bed when you see Ellie trying to tug off her black skinny jeans. Her back is flat against her comforter, grunting softly as she weakly kicks them to her ankles.
“Els, stop. I got you.” You chuckle as you kneel on one knee to take them off of her legs and toss them into her laundry hamper by her dresser.
Ellie was laying in just a pair of white boxer briefs and t-shirt. She sat up to peel off her shirt to reveal her lightly toned stomach and black sports bra. She lets out a sigh of relief at the sticky feeling finally leaving her body.
“I can turn around so you can….” You trailed off, glancing down at her sports bra and clearing your throat.
Ellie didn’t seem to care that much as she started to tug off her sports bra before you could even turn around completely. You excuse yourself from the room to go and grab a bucket from the laundry room, Tylenol and a cup of water. When you came back, Ellie was faced down into her bed. Her eyes were shut as heavy and slow breaths left her lips.
“Alright, Els, I’m gonna go. I’ll see you, okay? Get some rest tomor—”
“Wait,” Ellie opened one eye to peek at you, “you’re leaving?”
You suck in a deep breath before questioning: “Do you want me to stay?”
“Please?” Ellie whispers before she turns over to the other side so that her back is facing you.
As you stare at her freckled back and the black tank top clinging to her toned skin, you think of the conversation that could ensue tomorrow morning. Part of you wanted to run out of here, hop in your truck and pretend that you never heard not one single confession. The other part wanted to sleep in her sheets and have that talk tomorrow morning and have it lead to something good.
Fuck it.
You hesitantly send a quick text to your mom that you were staying over at Ellie and Joel’s. You click off the lamp and set your purse on top of her dresser. You glance at her shadowy figure as the moonlight was the only source illuminating the dark room. You carefully settle into the bed, fighting the urge to kick off your shorts as it wasn’t the most comfortable.
But once you pulled the blanket over your body, Ellie snuggled in closer to your warmth. Her face snuggled into the crook of your neck, her hair and nose tickling the skin on your neck. You were hoping you didn’t have throw up on you when you woke.
Yet, it strangely was easy for you to fall asleep with Ellie’s bandaged arm draped around your waist.
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COMMOTION. (1/2)
slightly toxic fwb Ellie x toxic Reader
Ellie has a reputaion around campus and so did you. What happens when you meet at a party and can't get off each others minds?
Warnings: weed, alcohol, oral (e receiving), fingering(r receiving), squirting, snapchat recording with consent, overstimulation, edging, pining on both sides, NOT TOO TOXIC IN THIS PART.
inspired by the song commotion by Jozzy.
Lol this was meant to be some backshot headcannons but then it became this monster.
W.C: 8.2K
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Ellie hummed into the kiss, deepening it, by slipping her tongue into the mouth of the girl who was currently sitting in her lap. 
She turned her head, allowing the girl to stroke her cheekbones as Ellie moved her hands from her face to her hips, squeezing and gripping the denim skirt covered flesh in a not so gentle grip.  
Did Ellie know who this girl was? No. Did she try to find out her name four times using context clues as well as sneaking a glance at her phone whenever it lit up, praying someone would text the girl using her name? Yes. Did it work? No.  
But Ellie didn't really care at this point. She had a sneaking suspicion the girl on her didn't either although she had introduced herself to Ellie multiple times at multiple parties.  
She had come to this frat party to sell to her most promising customers, frat boys, who never seemed to get enough of the buds she sold. They could also never seem to satisfy their girlfriends, leading to them often finding her in the house or the party she was at.  
Ellie had been minding her business in the living room of the full and bustling fraternity house, rolling herself a blunt to smoke, in the comforting purple lights and darkness of the frat house, as she was sold out and done for the night. As she had placed the blunt in her mouth and was pulling out a lighter to spark it with, her eyes drifted to a girl across from her who's eyes had been flittering from her and back to the conversation she was having with her friend for the past few minutes. 
Eyeing Ellie in her oversized and beat up leather jacket and dark jeans. Ellie raised her brows, grinning at the girl in the dark room, taking a hit of her blunt before holding it out to her while her friend had disappeared to get another drink. 
The rest was history.  
Ellie didn't like to admit it, but she knew she had a bit of a reputation on campus. The girls liked her, and she liked them back. But she knew that they were looking for all the wrong things in her. This was how she ended up becoming a name on every girl's lip in a dreamy sigh, or any angry yell from most frat guys. But no one sold weed, strong enough to forget about what had caused the problem in the first place so she managed to stay in people's good graces.  
She knew it was a bad idea to start talking to the girl, to let her eyes drift down to her lips, then back at her eyes shamelessly, causing the girl to stop her sentence and look away from Ellie, curls hiding the blush on her face as she looked down at the cup in her hands.  
Before Ellie knew what she was doing, she found herself scooting closer to the girl, fingers reaching out to brush the girl's hair away, stopping it from getting caught on the girls' lip gloss. Her lips were parted as she glanced back at Ellie and moved in to kiss her with a flushed face and hazy look in her eyes. 
Ellie should have stopped her but the blunt had taken its effect and everything had slowed down and all she wanted was to feel someone against her.  
So. What did she do when the girl pulled away from her to offer her a number? She took it, but made it clear that she wasn't after anything serious, while brushing the stray strands of the girl’s hairs from her eyes again. The girl nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ellie's lips and cuddled into the crook of her neck.  
Ellie leaned back against the rest of the couch, looked to the ceiling, blowing a puff of smoke towards it, knowing this was how many of her relationships had started and this would most likely end the same way. 
Somewhere in the corner of her mind she wondered if she smoked enough, could she set off the fire alarm to stop the racing of her heart. She was already dreading the end of this and could feel this would end badly. 
Ellie wasn't sure when she realized that she wasn't built for relationships but whenever she finally managed to get under the label of being in a relationship, her entire soul and body was set on fire, and she wanted to get out of it as fast as possible.  
She just felt more comfortable outside of them, it was easier for everyone involved especially the girls she had in her bed. They always ended up getting hurt and that was her fault. She knew it deep down, that she should stop kissing pretty girls at parties and wrecking people's relationships but.  
But. 
But some part of her wouldn't have it any other way.  
She felt alive when she was kissing those pretty girls. She felt alive when she was fucking them into a mattress, watching the condensation drip down the window, and huffing into their shoulder like a wild animal. She loved being under them watching them beg for her to make them feel good, like no one else could. 
It was her deadly sin. Lust. And she just couldn't see her depraved self giving it up for anyone or anything.  
She felt the girl shift against her as she nuzzled deeper into her shoulder. She hoped it wouldn't hurt. But she'd be wrong. 
Ellie straightened her head, looking out to the sea of partygoers, watching them mill about the room, clinking their glasses together or kissing in corners trying not to get spotted by their friends.  
She also saw, two girls, holding hands, clearly flirting with each other and giving each other sultry glances and soft touches. Ellie's interest was piqued when she saw one of the girls, quickly glance over, probably feeling her staring, taking in the situation and grinning for a split second before knocking back the rest of her drink.  
Elli looked you over, loose jeans, tight fitting top, with a sliver of your bra peeking out, but you didn't seem to care. It was either a tactic (a successful one judging by how often the other girl was looking down at your chest) or you really didn't care at that point in the night.  
Ellie couldn't lie. You were pretty. She couldn't move her gaze away from you. Eyes grazing up and down your body. She was no better than an animal eyeing their prey. She wanted to sink her teeth into you.  
She watched as you tucked a sliver of hair behind the girl's ear and bringing up your glossy lips to whisper something into her ear, moving your hand that had been in her hair, under her chin, to which the other girl blushed at before nodding and setting her cup down on the counter.  
Suddenly as if she was emboldened, she climbed up the stairs and took the hand of the other girl, leading her to the bottom of the stairs to probably find a bedroom. 
Time had slowed down for a split second as Ellie, watched you leave with the other girl, not before meeting her eyes again and winking at her through dark smoky lashes and grinning, before you disappeared, deep into the halls of the frat house to get into the empty sheets of some frat bro's bed. 
What the fuck.  
She had winked at Ellie. While holding another girl's hand. Ellie felt her breath hitch when it happened. This also caused the girl under her to stir slightly but loop her hand around to steady herself.  
Ellie was fucked. There's no way a wink could make her that unstable.  
Right? 
Ellie remembered pulling away from the girl to lean down to meet her, kissing her, tasting the sweetness of her.  
She smiled, looking into the girls' eyes. Ellie also remembered the sobering walk back to her dorm, as she tucked herself in bed, she thought of you, wondering if you were still with that girl. She grinned before falling asleep in her bed. 
Maybe you would run into each other on campus? She hoped so.  
</3.  
The week had not been kind to Ellie. On top of stacks of assignments, she hadn't been able to sell with all the work she'd had to do. She had also found out that one of the professors had lost her paper so she would simply have to type it up again due to her laptop not backing it up. 
Of course she couldn't voice this to her professor, he was a dick with no remorse or balls she thought to herself. He'd been grinning when he had told her this.  
Fuck.  
She was fucking fuming and the people around her seemed to know it. Parting for her as she walked by with her brows furrowed and gripping the bag over her shoulder so tightly her knuckles turned bone white.  
Almost everyone.  
You had been coming out of the library stacks and had been looking down at your phone to pull up your schedule when you made hard contact with someone who had been making a beeline for the entrance to the libraries second doors.  
You let out a gasp as you stumbled back falling onto your ass.  
You were so glad it was night when most people had left, so not many people could witness your fall. The rest of the people there would be pulling all nighters and would be too busy typing on their laptops to hear the thump that followed your gasp for air.  
"Fuck-fuck I'm so sorry." A voice above you pulled you out of your daze as you glared up at the figure.  
You opened your mouth to give a short-tempered response before pausing for a moment, taking in the woman who had knocked you down.  
She was pretty, freckled and flush with embarrassment and fear from possibly hurting you. Full, pink and chapped lips parted, saying something you couldn't hear because you were busy admiring her. 
She was wearing a simple black oversized shirt, corduroy dark green trousers covering her long legs and convers.  
She had a toned, and tattooed arm stretched out in your direction, and you took it, letting her pull you up as you looked into her deep green eyes. It might as well have been a forest that you were peering into.  
"Are you okay?" Ellie asked, pulling you up with ease. You smoothed out your hair before nodding your head. 
"Yeah, I'm good." The girl looked back at Ellie. Ellie wasn't vain but she knew you had been staring for far too long to be classed as anything other than- 
Actually. 
What was that look the girl she had just bulldozed through was giving? 
Ellie looked down at the girl, who was all glossed lips, furrowed brows and flared nostrils.  
Anger? No, you would have strolled off by now, or pushed her back at the very least.  
"I think I know you from somewhere?" 
Recognition. That had been it. Ellie searched her memory. You could have been anyone. Ellie was fucked, in short. She wracked her brain for any memory of you, but nothing came up.  
Fuck around and find out I guess she thought to herself. 
You grinned at her, leaning into her space as you waited for an answer.  
"You don't remember, do you?" You said as you flittered your eyelashes up at her. She was slightly taller than you at 5'7. You shook your head in mock disappointment and pouted up at her.  
Ellie flushed at being caught out and rubbed her neck, feeling all the warmth flood to her face. She took a step back and looked down at the ground.  
"Shame too," You pouted at her, adjusting the bag slung over your shoulder, "You said I was the best you'd ever had, and that we had something special." 
Ellie had just about short circuited at this, her face heating up enough to match her auburn hair. "Look. I'm really sorry but- I really don't remember any of that shit I-" 
She cut herself off, looking up at the sound of your laughter. "I'm just fucking with you. I was at one of the frat parties you had been selling at last week. That ring any bells?" 
Ellies mind flashed back to seeing you, climbing up the stairs, girl in hand, and winking at her.  
"Shit. That was you who winked at me." 
"Guilty. Glad you remembered me so quickly, you been dreamin' about me or something?" You smiled at her, soft, syrupy sweet and easy, making something bloom in Ellie's chest. Something dark too. 
If Ellie was a forest that girls, stumbled into and got lost in, never to return after being snatched by her, you were the plants, the wildlife, the tree sap that could lull girls in with your sweetness and softness, convincing them to stay, fogging up their minds.  
The corners of Ellie's lips lifted as she looked down at you, giving you a smile that would give a fox shivers, "Sure, but you must've been thinkin’ about me too if you remembered me that quick?"  
You hummed, letting a small amount of colour seep into your cheeks as you look away, a little embarrassed judging by the way you tapped your foot on the soft carpet of the library floor.  
"Course I've been thinkin' 'bout you. It's not every day I see someone as pretty as you." You said looking back at her with a challenge in your eyes. The same one Ellie had given to countless girls before you and would probably give more after seeing you today.  
Ellie nodded, at this smiling and pushing her hands into her pockets, semi-unsure of what to say now. Sure, she had called girl's pretty before and they had said it back but, it was rare that someone matched her like this, in her energy and- 
"Is it alright if I ask you something?" You blinked up at her, eyes glossy and lip gloss shining in the pout you were giving her. "Feel like I can trust you, yeah?" You said taking a step toward her, leaving no room in between the two of you, your arm brushing up against hers. 
God, you smelled good, Ellie thought. 
"Shoot."  
"Can I get your number?" yesyesyesyes! "I was looking for a new dealer on campus cause my last one moved away so it was gonna be a little bit harder to get stuff from him." 
"Sure, here let me give you my number." Ellie said reaching into her pockets, pulling out her real phone (not the burner one she had specifically for this) and called out her number watching you type it in and send her a simple test text with a heart. ��
"Sweet, thank you. I'll text you then?" 
Ellie nodded and watched you walk away, before you made it to the door you turned, wiggling your fingers, and winking at her again. 
What the fuck.  
She knew she had been watching and was just messing with her.  
The ball was also in her court now because Ellie had given her number but not taken hers.  
So, all she could do was wait for your text, but she certainly wouldn't sit idle while waiting for you to respond.  
That night Ellie had called over one of the many numbers in her phone, and a random girl had picked up. After some polite small talk, they had made it into Ellie's bed where she had stepped into her harness and strap and fucked the girl into the mattress making the girl sob and reach around her back to claw at the hands holding her hips. 
Ellie huffed, listening to the girl's, moaned and pleading for her to keep going! don't stop! But in the dim, deep blue midnight with the moon illuminating the room, all Ellie could think about was you. 
Plunging into you and breaking you. Making you beg for her to keep giving you the pain and pleasure she was inflicting on you with every stroke and bumping of your cheeks against her hips.  
Ellie groaned letting her head fall back as her cheeks flushed red, and her breath became unstable and felt her pupil's bloat.  
Ellie looked at the window, steamed and dripping with condensation and knew what she had been thinking on these past few days. 
She wanted you.  
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Ellie would never admit that she had been waiting for your text. She might say that she had been a bit antsy since giving you her number and had been checking her phone a bit too much, but she wasn't waiting for you specifically.  
No.  
That would be weird, considering she didn't even know you. Not enough to be thinking about you like this. Ellie tried to get on with her days as normal. Not thinking about you under those purple lights that first time she had seen you in or the sweet scent you had left in the air when you had walked by her.  
When her phone dinged, Ellie had given up on it being you, but she reached to check it anyways. Maybe you had found a better dealer or someone closer- 
</3: Hey, it's the girl you shoved in the library. Any chance I could get some pre-rolls?  
Ellie: Not if you're gonna hold that over me forever  
</3: I am as a matter of fact.  
</3: think it's the least you can do after tackling me like that in broad daylight 
Ellie could see the bait you were dangling in her face. She ran her palm across her jaw and lips in thought before responding. 
Ellie: First of all, how'd we go from a shove to a tackle?  
Ellie: Second, would it have been better if I had done it somewhere darker? You’re a lil weird for that. 
Ellie: Third, I'll roll you some stuff now? Need anything specific or? 
</3: Anything just need something to take the stress out of my brain rn.  
Ellie huffed down at her phone. You hadn't taken her bait. She thought about if it was possible to delete the message till her phone dinged again.  
</3: Also I'm just telling it how I remember and shush. Can i pick up now? 
Ellie: Yeah, come thru.  
That went well, Ellie supposed. 
Ellie set down her phone after texting you her dorm room number, pulling out a blue metallic grinder, placing some buds in it before twisting it to grind and tear the leaves. She was grinning before turning to look at her room. Thank god she kept it pretty clean otherwise she would have been busting her ass to clean. Finally, she looked down to herself in an oversized hoodie, and dark sweatpants.  
Good enough she hummed before placing the leaves in some random rolling paper papers and rolling.  
She did this till she heard a knock at the door.  
She pulled it open, leaning against the doorframe and grinned at you.  
You had your arms folded as you had waited for Ellie to open the door, carrying a pink little wallet and your phone, with google maps open.  
"You a cop or something? What are you doing here?" 
You smiled back at her, smelling the weed in the room.  
"Yeah, I'm here to arrest you. Though I think you'd do pretty well in prison." 
Ellie guffawed as you pushed past her playfully with no real force and sitting on her bed.  
"You' got a real attitude you know that? Make yourself at home why don't you?" Ellie said, closing the door, sitting back down at her desk, turning her back to you as she kept rolling for you.  
You hummed, laughing slightly. "I don't usually, promise. I can be nice, I'm just a little stressed out at the moment. Ran out of weed like a week ago and I legit did not have any time to pick up till right now." 
Ellie nodded, listening to you. But she couldn't focus wholly on the task she had at hand with you sitting on her bed, clad in a jumper, leggings and comfy boots. Leggings that didn't leave much to the imagination.  
Well.  
Ellie turned fully back around, making sure to take a deep breath while doing so.  
"Besides. I just got out of hospital. You should consider joining the football team. They could use a tackle like yours you know?'' 
Ellie rolled her eyes, tightening the end of the last blunt before, tossing the bag in your direction.  
You squeaked as the bag came hurtling towards you, fumbling the bag a few times as if it was a hot potato before it settled into your hands, and you let out a sigh of relief at not dropping it.  
Ellie considered what you said before speaking to you, offering you a proposition. "If I make it up to you, would you stop bringin' that shit up?" 
You pouted your glossed lips at her. Fuck you were cute, Ellie thought to herself. She wanted to keep you in her bed forev- 
"What are you thinking of?" 
"I give you that bag of pre-rolls at a pretty fair discount. Can't give you the whole thing for free yet you know? Girls gotta eat after all" 
Complete lie. Ellie could give you the bag for free, but she wanted something of yours to hold onto. Cash that you had handled seemed pretty good to her.  
You laughed at this, before nodding as you handed over the small amount of cash she was charging you.  
"And," Ellie continued before rummaging through the box where she kept her own personal stash of pre-rolls.  
"I let you take a couple hits off of this." Elle said, pulling out something you had never seen before. It seemed like it was a normal blunt of course but wrapped in a golden metallic rolling paper.  
"Meet Goldie. She's willing to make amends if you are, pretty girl. Goldie meet pretty girl. Think y’all are gonna get along just great." Ellie said leaning against her desk, one hand in the pocket of her sweatpants, the other wafting the blunt in front of you, smiling at the way your eyes were following the golden papers, before settling on the girl and nodding.  
"Dunno if I should be smoking with my dealer, aren't you gonna traffic me or something? Make me smuggle cocaine onto campus?"  
Ellie placed the blunt between her lips, clicking her lighter, inhaling then exhaling, before coughing slightly and passing it to you. 
"Nah, I don't sell that shit. Too much trouble. Might make you get my weed onto campus though. You got any suitcases? Ah, it's okay I'll give you one of mine."  
Ellie watched the way your jaw dropped, holding the blunt but not inhaling.  
Ellie sat down, desk chair facing you, laughing at the "look on your face. Relax, I'm hurt you'd think that of me." She said feigning hurt, placing a hand over her heart and groaning.  
Ellie looked up fast enough to see you swat her shoulder before taking a hit of the blunt.  
Ellie giggled to herself before tuning back in to listen to what you were saying. "You dick, you really had me going there for a sec." 
"Yeah, yeah stop hogging and pass it back already." You took a second hit before passing it to Ellie, who took a deep inhale, making the end light up for a good few seconds, before exhaling through both her nose and mouth. 
You feigned a cough, swing your hand in the air, "sorry the second-hand smoke is killing me. Jesus your lungs must be fucked if your taking rips that big." 
Ellie rolled her eyes hitting it again before passing it again.  
"Careful with that. Take a couple more but then that's it. That shit is pretty strong." You took a hit before rolling your own eyes.  
"Yeah alright. What's it supposed to do anyways?" 
"Dude I got this off said, he was super high for like half the day, went to all his classes but didn't actually speak a word cause he was only responding in his head, not actually talkin' to people. But he was pretty happy the entire day. Said his Subway had never tasted better." 
"Christ." You took your last hit before handing it back to Ellie who took hers before stubbing it out.  
Ellie looked you over, sat on her bed, who was actually-  
Looking right back at her. But at that point she hadn't really given a fuck that she had been caught and kept looking at you.  
"Like what you see?" You said, looking back at her she was manspreading in her chair in her sweatpants. You couldn't help the swallow that was audibly heard in the small room. 
"Yeah." Ellie said clasping her hands together as she leaned forward to stare more.  
You hummed, leaning back, crossing your legs, and leaning back on your palms, letting the woman in front of you rake her eyes over you.  
Saying you could cut the tension with a knife was an understatement as you let Ellie's reddening rake her eyes over you before she spoke to placate you, like you were a wild animal who needed to see palms in surrender before letting anyone deign to approach you. 
Ellie scratched behind her ear, before smiling and saying "Easy. I'm not gonna start shit on this strain. Shits hitting already and you haven't had it before." 
You huffed before leaning back more, looking at the ceiling wondering if you felt high.  
You huffed out a laugh before looking down at Ellie. "Girl, who sold you this. I don't feel a fucking thing." 
She grinned at you, teeth showing making a shiver run down your spine. 
"Famous last words." 
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Half an hour later, you were sinking into Ellie's bed, while Ellie was melting into her carpet on the ground both of you laughing at nothing. 
To say you were both a mess would be accurate.  
You groaned out a soft "Fuck." before shifting so that your cheek was near the edge of the bed.  
Ellie in turn had also turned her body so that she was facing you and the bed below you, but had also moved back further so that she wasn't as close to you. 
You frowned reaching out to her, 
"Where are you goin'? Why are you going back that way?" Your fingertips were near her now. You could almost touch the auburn locks, cut short into a mullet that suited her far too well. 
Ellie turned from facing you to lying on her back, slinging and arm across her eyes, tattoos peeking out of the dark cuff of her sleeve.  
"I've gotten high too many times and seen too many people throw up while greening out. I'm not really interested in getting puked on right now if that's okay with you"  
You huffed at that, sucking air into your cheeks before smacking her exposed arm.  
" 'm not gonna throw up Ellie." 
"Lucky for me. I really like this carpet too." 
You looked at the mossy green rug she had put on the ground, probably when she had first moved in. You wondered when she had started selling but thought that might be rude to ask.  
Instead, you leaned over more, reaching out to trace over her arm, before running down and clasping the hand she didn't have draped over her face. 
She hummed, "Having fun there?"  
You mumbled an affirmative, before squeezing her hand. You weren't an idiot. While you enjoyed flirting and fucking girls, you weren't sure if you should continue what you had started.  
Ellie was a whole different ballpark. Or rather, she was on the exact same field you were on which is why you were nervous to start anything with her. You both weren't ready for commitment. You couldn't speak for Ellie but, something about it made you nervous.  
The feeling of being trapped, unable to escape without the judgement of others, your own partner and the fear that you would mess it up somehow were all too loud for you.  
So, you did what was safe. Getting as close as you could and breaking it off before anything bad could happen, leaving a wake of running mascara and heartbreak in your trail.  
You had heard about Ellie, even before you winked at her at that party. Of course, like everyone else on campus you thought she was pretty, but you always wondered what was under the exterior you could see was so clearly mirroring yours. 
You felt her grasp your hand back, interlocking your fingers, breaking your train of thought.  
"You sure about this?" She said while running her thumb across your knuckles.  
You took a beat before responding. 
"Not today, but soon."  
She nodded, humming and accepting your answer.  
She leaned up to brush her lips against your knuckles.  
That had been the start of it.  
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That was the start of the cycle of you and Ellie hanging, not having sex yet but still hanging out and getting to know each other. Of course, you were both seeing others on the side, but you had slowed down, not seeing as many girls, but both of you still kissing girls at parties, sometimes right in front of the other before slouching back onto whatever couch you had both claimed as yours for the night and continuing the conversation as normal. 
You kept hanging out and smoking, doing assignments together and ordering food in for the night or you cooking for her while she rolled for the both of you. You often sent her off with the leftovers for her to keep. She in turn slowly stopped charging you for weed, saying you had already paid her. 
You also more recently started meeting up between classes, during the weekends and texting each other non-stop, sometimes staying up far too ate into the night, saying goodnight just as the sun was rising and then waking the next few hours to go to classes or occasionally selling in Ellie's case.  
Nothing had happened yet, but you could both feel it was leading up to something. Like electricity that was building up in the air. The calm before the storm. Sometimes you felt Ellie's gaze lingering on you for too long when you were turned around, looking at you like you were something to be devoured.  
You thought back to when you could feel her eyes grazing up your body during a trip to the campus bookstore, but when you had turned around to meet her eyes she looked away, instead picking up a book turning the pages with an unnatural interest rather than admit to getting caught. 
This had been the dynamic between you for the past month.  
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You had been over that afternoon working on an assignment at Ellie, you lying on her carpet, brows furrowed as your eyes bore into your textbook, begging your brain to absorb some of the material that you had looked at but nothing. You groaned out, before shoving your nose into the textbook, lying flat into the carpet in frustration.  
Ellie who had been typing away in her laptop, hood pulled over her head and glasses on her nose bridge turned around to laugh. 
"Do I need to give you and the book a minute? I can chill in Dina's dorm if you need me to?" 
"Shut up," you huffed out pushing your hair back to peek through your locks at the girl. "This is going to shit, none of this makes sense at all. Why the fuck did I pick this elective anyways?" 
"Yeah, I heard a ton of shit about it, think Dina picked it last year and swapped out." 
"And you didn't think to warn me because...?" 
"Tried to that one time we got high, but you completely forgot about it the next day." 
You groaned placing your face back into your textbook. You stayed there for a moment, listening to Ellie shuffle around the room, assuming she was looking for a book.  
You frowned feeling her slot something in between your exposed fingers. You looked up seeing a blunt, but it was different. It was the same metallic kind of foil that her usual gold blunts had but was in purple.  
You looked up at the girl who had a smirk on her lips, leaning down from her desk chair to look at you. 
"Thought you were out for the week?" 
She had turned down a dude who had come knocking on her door a half hour ago, explaing that she was sold out and waiting for more stuff to come in.  
"Not out of my personal stash, obviously. C'mon keep up you're meant to be the smart one between us." 
"I'm not the one getting a degree in astrophysics, am I?"  
"Exactly, I was dumb enough to pick this rough ass degree, so spark her already, my brains melting and so is yours. We could use this. I'm done for the day anyways." Ellie said, shutting her laptop and stretching. "Will you sit up already too? You look like that girl from the ring and it's freaking me out." 
You laughed at that and sat up crawling up to sit on her bed, making your way to the headboard as she sat on the opposite end holding out a disposable lighter for you to take. 
You looked at her, in her usual uniform of a dark tracksuit. She had been wearing them more often with her finals coming up. She looked pretty like this you thought, especially with her glasses. You loved them, they brought out her eyes even more, but you'd never tell her that, not wanting to feed her massive ego. 
Instead, you took the lighter from her outstretched and tattooed hand, bringing it up to the joint you had placed between your lips. You took a pretty big pull, inhaling, feeling the smoke go down your throat, before exhaling out of your nose and lips. 
You felt like you needed this, maybe it would take your eyes and mind off of your thoughts about Ellie, which was impossible because she was right in front of you, fuelling the desire in your gut that had been building up for weeks.  
You instead held out the joint to her, who paused, looking at you for a moment before taking it and doing the same. Maybe the fog was taking over your brain but. God, she looked good smoking watching her exhale her pull from only her nose, then going in for a second.  
You needed something to ground you. You pulled out your own laptop from your bag.  
"Wanna watch a movie?" 
"Sure, put on anything." 
You stopped your movements, looking at Ellie.  
"Anything?" You confirmed. 
"Anything aside from- 
"Fucking Scott Pilgrim." You both groaned out minutes later. It was a film you and Ellie loved and hated due to Scott's actions during the film. 
You listened to Ellie laugh at you watching the film. Your focus had been in other places though. Her lips. Nose. Freckles.  
Everywhere your eyes could rake in.  
When you brought your eyes back to hers, you saw that she was looking back into yours.  
"The fuck did you put in this joint?" You asked, watching as she looked down at your lips, while licking her own.  
Oh.  
"Got it from the same guy I buy Goldie from. Said it was a similar strain, but he told me it makes some people horny. Depends on the person and how much you smoke." 
You thought back to the two joints you and Ellie had smoked together. 
"Fuck." 
"Yeah." She agreed.  
She had moved up earlier to sit beside you, so you were both close to each other, her shoulder brushing yours as you had leaned on it earlier.  
She was still looking down at your lips.  
You moved your hand to stroke her cheek, but she caught your wrist stopping the movement in its tracks.  
"You sure?" She asked, looking you in the eyes this time. "Don't wanna fuck up what we have right now. I like our friendship. And your cooking."  
You smiled at this. You didn't want to fuck it up either but, you really did you want her.  
You nodded, "Just don't kiss me then, no feelings that way even if we stop this."  
She thought for a moment before nodding and pressing her forehead against yours, right before she moved away, carefully putting your laptop on the ground.  
You took her face in your hands, looking deep into her eyes, freckles and lips, wondering what you had gotten yourself into. But you didn't care. You had her right where you wanted her and that was all that mattered. 
Ellie took your hands in hers, kissing them before breaking away from you and moving down the bed. You frowned at this until she grabbed your legs, tugging them down so you were lying on her bed as she crawled up your body placing her legs on either side of her hips, and she put her forehead against yours again.  
"You wanna stop me, you tell me or push me off yeah?" She murmured. You gasped out a wet and broken "Yes." You said back in a tone as quiet as hers.  
She looked at you before accepting your answer and kissing your cheek. Her hands were everywhere, roaming your body, up and down as she explored you, a thing she was praying she'd be able to do one day while in the other girls she had been calling.  
You ran yours up and down her arms, grazing her neck before settling them in her hair, pulling her hood back. Her lips went everywhere they could, almost making up for the fact that they wouldn't meet yours.  
You were losing your mind under her. Gasping at every ridge, curve and scar she kissed. She trailed her lips to your collarbones, placing soft kisses on there, suckling the skin gently, before moving to the skin, just above the black tank top you had worn that day, under your jumper which you had taken off to smoke.  
You felt her teeth dig into your slightly as she sucked a mark onto you, a pink bruise blooming with two red indents. She moved back to kiss under your ear before placing her hands on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh there and playing with the hem of your shirt.  
You jumped slightly at the feeling of her cold hands on your hot middle, but she shushed you, warming her hands against you before continuing.  
You felt her place her head on your chest, leaning on you and in turn you put your hands back into her hair again, scratching. An act so vulnerable and intimate that didn't belong to the words you had murmured minutes ago.  
"Have an idea." Ellie spoke, after laying on you for a few minutes. She sat up, kneeling between your legs, still toying with your shirt. She ran her fingers down your middle, tracing a line from the centre of your chest, down between your tits, to your tummy.  
"Yeah?" You said looking at her, hair dishevelled, glasses still on but slipping down her nose bridge.  
You moved your hand to toy with the drawstrings of her hoodies, before moving them to rest on her hips.  
"Don't sound so surprised pretty girl. I'm full of them." 
You hummed at this, taking her hand and moving them down your body, resting them above your tits, squeezing your hands over hers, making her squeeze and grope your tits.  
She huffed, closing her eyes, exhaling through her nose, almost as if in thought about what she was going to do with you.  
"I've got something to ask you though. Need you to think this through yeah?" 
" 'Course. What is it els?" You said sweetly, as if you weren't tormenting the woman above you, blinking innocently. 
She opened her eyes, looking down at you, gently reaching down and grasping a lock of hair and pinching it between her pointer finger and thumb, nonchalantly, taking her time with you. 
"Do you think I need to get a towel?" 
Oh.  
Your eyes widened at this, not expecting her to ask you that at all.  
"Uh..." You trailed off, turning your head to the side feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks from your neck. Ellie followed you though, grasping your chin and turning you to face her. 
You took her in, still waiting for your answer. So you decided to give her one.  
"Depends."  
"Depends on what?"  
You took a beat, to watch her eyebrows furrow and her lips part in curiosity. You wondered if it was wise to challenge her for the first time.  
"Depends on if you know what you're doing." 
She looked back at you for a few seconds, searching your face and seeing that you were telling the truth.  
She wordlessly got off of you before opening the door to go into her bathroom. You sat up slightly, leaning on your elbows to see what she was doing. She came back into the room, holding a soft pink towel, with a look in her eyes that had confirmed your suspicions.  
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You felt Ellie pull you back in, letting your back fall against her chest, feeling her tits against your shoulder blades. She pressed a kiss against your shoulder in false sympathy, knowing she was the one causing your distress.  
"Where are you goin'? Hm? Gotta show you I know what I'm doing." She purred in your ear, trailing her lips down and sucking a hickey onto your neck, slow and sweet, savouring the taste of the sweaty and soft flesh she found there.  
She caged you in by slinging an arm against your waist, feeling it shake as you took in your unsteady breaths and sobs. 
Her hand had been in your panties rubbing and moving, pulling out squelching wet sounds, which echoed around the room, with the windows fogged up and dripping condensation onto the ledge.  
She had been at this for the past half hour, rubbing her slicked fingers against your soaked pussy. She'd occasionally slip them in, feeling you pulse and twitch around your fingers as you'd let your head fall against her shoulder and moan out "yes! please right there fuck!" 
As soon as she would feel you get wetter or close she'd pull out or slow down, to let you grind against the palm of her hand and try to chase your high, which she wouldn't let you reach, instead going back to palming your now exposed tits after she had pulled down your tank to rest of your midriff. 
You turned your head to kiss her neck, begging her to let you cum. 
"Dunno if I should pretty girl, not sure I wanna let this go just yet. Aren't you gonna let me have my fun?" She said pressing her palm into you causing you to throb and spread your legs to let her press into you more and whine out. You grinded against her as she used her other hand to push your underwear aside.  
"God, you look so good. Think we should make a little movie hm? Just so you don't go doubting me again." 
You twitched at the idea, being immortalised on camera like this for her and you forever.  
"Yeah? You want to?"  
"Want to. Also want you to let me cum if that's an option." 
She laughed at that, kissing the top of your head.  
She grabbed her phone from her desk and opened snapchat and held her thumb down before setting the phone against a lump of blankets that had formed from all the movement.  
She rubbed your folds again faster than before, now focused on letting you cum, since you had more than earned it after holding out for so long. 
You bit your lip, arching your back, bucking into the heat and wetness of her hand while grinding your hips.  
"That's it pretty girl, just like that, fuck." Ellie encouraged you while looking at the camera seeing how wet you were getting.  
She pushed her fingers into you, but it was different this time. No longer tormenting you but focused on making you cum completely as she thrusted them in and out of you.  
You groaned out a warning, eyes closed and pushed against her, rolling your hips back.  
"Gonna cum oh f-uck, like that, right there!" You sobbed as you pushed her hand away to let out a stream of clear liquid that gushed out from you.  
Ellie laughed in awe, before taking your hand away and rubbing your folds again causing more to come out, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.  
You mewled letting your toes curl, as you buried your face into her neck, riding out the last of your orgasm.  
She kissed your cheeks, kissing off the tears that had dropped from your eyes from the pleasure as you caught your breath.  
Once you did, you looked up at her, as she turned her head to peer at you too, glossy eyes and wet lips.  
"Hm? You alright?" She asked you, pushing your hair from your face.  
You didn't answer, reaching to end the video still recording before tossing the phone on the bed again and clambering into her lap. Ellie happily obliged you, wrapping her arms around your waist as you held her neck. She played with the band of your underwear, tugging it over your hip as you nuzzled her cheek.  
You leant into her ear, and she would have missed it had she not stopped rubbing your back. "Wanna taste you Els, can I please? You said kissing her cheeks.  
She let go of the strap of your underwear nodding into you, pushing her chin into your shoulder, shy suddenly at the thought of what you were asking. 
"Yeah. You do what you want pretty girl. 
She had taken off her hoodie and sweatpants leaving her in a black wifebeater and her boxers. She leaned back on arm tucked under her head, the other holding yours. 
Ellie didn't stop you as you pulled off her boxers, tugging them off her ankles. She felt exposed as you took her in, eyeing her glistening folds, semi hidden by auburn curls on her pubic mound. 
She turned her head, blinking wet red eyes at the ceiling, feeling her stomach twist into knots, partly in anticipations and something else she couldn't place. She also felt herself forgetting how to breathe as her chest tightened and felt her body sink into the mattress.  
"Hey."  
Your voice pulled her out of her daze. Ellie moved, shifting her weight onto her elbows to peer down at you.  
You took Ellie's hand in yours, bringing it to your lips.  
"Hey." Ellie rasped back, her voice gone. 
"Do you feel that?" You asked, placing your lips on her freckled skin again. Ellie nodded, using her free hand to brush your dishevelled hair out of your face.  
"Focus on me and that, yeah? I'll make you feel good I promise." 
" 'Know you will, pretty girl. Keep going." Ellie huffed, leaning back into the pillows again as she gave you the green light to keep going. 
She didn't stop you when you suckled onto her soaked clit like she was the best thing that you had ever tasted.  
She didn't stop you either when you nuzzled into her thighs and made her clench around nothing. She stroked your cheeks, whispered how good you were doing and rolled her hips towards your face. 
She looked out to the celling feeling her chest rise and fall as your tongue flattened letting her ride the muscle. 
When she came, all Ellie heard was white noise and felt her mouth fall open letting out groans and rasps, as you kissed her folds, drinking her in. Her breath had left her body as she arched into your mouth, while holding your head between her shivering thighs.  
When Ellie felt you crawl up your body in the now dark room, all she could do was let you lay on her chest happily and hope you didn't hear how hard her heart was beating. But you did.  
She had never let another girl sleep over, and you knew this, but you still felt her pull up the covers to both of your bodies, kiss your forehead and whisper "Goodnight" to you.  
Her heart fluttered hearing you whisper it back in the dark. 
Ellie laid awake for the first ten minutes, simply watching you sleep in the moonlight. She had an answer to a question she had been asking herself this past week. 
She didn’t know what it was, but all she knew was that her heart was beating faster around you. 
Sometimes it felt like she couldn’t breathe. You stirred in the dark, moving closer to her, and Ellie’s body responded instantly by moving closer too. 
She ran a finger across your cheek, soothing you and watching the frown slip from your features.  
Now what? 
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ennabear · 2 days
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could you possibly maybe right about ellie masturbating..?????? if you write that stuff ofc
i feel like nobody talks about it enough💔😢
ellie masturbating (nsfw, mdni)
thanks for the ask 🤗 sorry it took me so long oopsies!!!! hope u like it :3
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i honestly don’t think ellie masturbates that often. if she’s horny, she’d rather just have sex with you because she likes the intimacy better. that being said, if you ever have to leave the house for more than a few days, that girl turns into a full-on horndog!!!!!
she’d start by innocently scrolling through your instagram, hoping that maybe seeing your face will help her miss you less. it doesn’t work. so she ends up slipping her hand down her boxers and rubbing tight circles over her neglected clit. her movements get faster once she closes instagram and opens the folder she has of all the nudes you’ve sent her. her poor eyes watering at the sight of a selfie you sent her of your soapy tits in the shower, or a mirror selfie of you wearing her shirt that barely covers your ass.
she gets so lost in her own head that she doesn’t realize she’s cumming until she has to physically stop herself from moaning by dropping her phone and covering her mouth with her fist. it wasn’t enough for her, though. and she won’t stop until she makes a mess of herself. she just misses you so much.
her top is now discarded as she kneels on the bed, switching positions. hands grabbing your pillow and shoving it in between her legs, pretending that it’s your thigh. her phone is now displaying one of the many sex tapes you’ve made, this particular one showing her inked hand knuckle deep in your sopping pussy as your whines get louder, moaning her name.
with the pillow folded between her legs, she starts harshly grinding her hips. her whimpers mixing with the low quality sound of you moaning and her cunt leaking through her boxers, making a wet spot on the pillow beneath her. one unoccupied hand coming up to grab and twist at her nipples, still wishing it was you.
as she approaches her orgasm, she humps even faster, closing the video and snapping a picture. her body folding over as she cums with a cry of your name, and a thin layer of sweat coating her body. she takes a second to calm down, laying back and taking deep breaths while the tears finish rolling down her cheeks. then she sends you the picture, captioned miss you. :(
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palestine links / educate yourself / daily click
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ourautumn86 · 4 months
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high and starving
ellie williams x fem reader
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synopsis; ellie just needed to taste you.
cw; +18content minors dni!!!, use of drugs (weed), ellie being high and needy, horny sex, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), cum eating, hair pulling, make out sessions, teasing…
ellie was high. really high. and horny. that too. and you looked so beautiful, on your white tank top and short pjs. she could see the peeking of your cotton panties…
her eyes fell to your thighs, plushy, soft. she would die to dive in between them, have her tongue run through your folds to slurp up your juices. she could groan at the through of it. she wanted to devour you. wanted to make you cum over and over and over again. until you couldn’t speak. until you couldn’t even remember your name.
you were busy with a book, not really paying attention to her. she wanted to make you look at her. her tongue dampened her lips as she observed you, taking the last hit of the blunt. she felt dizzy. lost on you. she could feel her pussy throbbing, slick pooling in between her lips.
she neared you, her nose burying herself in your neck so her mouth would taste your skin, softly, wetly. your breath hitched at the sudden feeling, your stomach jumping. you sighed at the second kiss she left on the spot below your ear, breathily inquiring a “what are you doing?” that had her humming.
“want you.” your cheeks flushed, your thighs squishing together when her hand trailed down your stomach and dove underneath your pants and underwear, teasingly. “want to eat you.” you silently whimpered, your legs opening for her. she groaned, biting down on her bottom lip as she pushed into them, her fingers pushing in between your folds, touching your clit. you moaned. you were getting wetter by the minute, your hold faltering on the book and letting it fall onto the bed by your side. “i’m so fucking horny right now.” you gasped as hips grounded against your side. “can i fuck you baby?” her fingers were now surrounding your hole, slightly pushing in, grunting and pushing inside her middle up to the knuckle when you nodded. the gasp that left your lips made her only more eager. her lips were on your neck.
“you always get horny when you smoke.” you moan, your back arching as she crooked her finger.
“come on. i know you like it.” she muttered against your ear, kissing you on the lower part of your neck and making you sigh. “don’t you?” the pushing on a second finger made you moan, and her; chuckle. “of course you do.”
you could hear your pussy squelching with each thrust of her fingers, which only turned the two of you more on. “you’re so fucking wet…” she said, biting down on her lip before pulling them out, making you groan at the loss. you watched as she pushed her fingers inside her mouth, tongue swirling to taste your slick. without any words she quickly tugged from your shorts and panties, pulling them down your legs to take a peek at your drooling pussy. “fuck.” she sighed, you only pushing your legs apart more when she got on her belly, your fingers lacing in her hair as she kissed your inner thighs, quickly latching onto your folds and clit, desperate.
“shit, ellie.” you groaned, watching as her tongue lapped at your arousal, sliding in between your slick folds. her hands gripped tighter your thighs, pushing you closer to her mouth as her green eyes stared into your. you moaned at the sight, your hole clenching against her tongue, and later around it as she pushed inside. “just like that.” she hummed, going back to your clit to tease it with her tongue. you could see in her reddish half-lidded eyes that she was pussy drunk, lazily and messily lapping at you, eyes closing as she moaned at the taste.
you tugged on her hair, making her hum as she sucked on your clit, slightly shaking her head before pulling away and spitting in between your folds. you whimpered, thighs shaking.
she couldn’t even speak, completely loss on your cunt, mind fuzzy. she watched her drool dribble down in between your folds before spreading it with her fingers. your back arched as she pushed her ring middle ones inside, watching your lips stretch around them to take her. she bit down on her lip, moaning when you whimpered as she stared at your cunt being filled and split open by her fingers. you were taking her so easily… “fuck, ellie.” you sighed, moaning when her lips were back on your clit, making your thighs shake. you knew you weren’t gonna last, not when she found your g spot, curling her fingers to hit it over and over and over again. she knew it too by the way your grip tightened on her hair, hums and whines leaving your lips. “i’m gonna cum!” you quickly muttered, moaning as she went faster, sucked harder on that little bundle of nerves.
she didn’t relent until you were gushing inside her mouth, making her groan in pleasure. you always tasted so good. her eyes rolled to the back of her head, tongue desperately lapping at your cum to swallow it whole. you sighed as she fucked your through it, leaving you a trembling mess on her bed as she pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean, her head lazily resting against your shaking thigh.
“feeling better?” you inquired, looking at her hazy reddish green eyes. she was pussy drunk, and being high only made it better. she nodded and you chuckled, trailing your fingers through her auburn hair. “of course you do…”
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a/n; 🧟 ellie starving for it
@atomicami
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quizzicalwriter · 5 months
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Cola
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Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader
Summary: You were off for spring break, why not introduce yourself to your parent’s new next door neighbor?
Warnings: SMUT. MDNI. Infidelity, older Ellie, touching, kissing, fingering, squirting, strap usage (r!receiving)
Word Count: 4k
A/N: Part two / Part three
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“Those two always argue.” Your mom huffed out, eyes flickering over to the open kitchen window, the sounds of a shouted confrontation pouring in through the screen. You turned your head away from your mom, squinting to see through the mess of trees and bushes that separated your parent’s house from their neighbors.
Whoever they were, they didn’t sound happy. Some of the words exchanged made you wince, eyes widening as you looked back to your mom with a faint and semi-embarrassed laugh, as though you’d heard too much from someone you didn’t even know the face of.
“Sounds like it.” You replied, hopping down from the kitchen counter to pad over to the island, leaning down on your elbows as your mom kneaded out the dough for her bread. The house smelled lovely, reminding you of your childhood when you’d bother your mom to bits because you wanted to ‘help,’ not realizing your help usually meant tripping your mom up or making her forget important steps in her cooking.
So for now you just watched, committing it all to memory in hopes you’d be able to accomplish something even the slightest bit similar once your break was over and you were forced back onto campus. As your mom placed the bread into the oven you padded upstairs, deciding on changing out of your pajamas, after all, it was nearly one in the afternoon and you had plans to go out not too much later.
You sorted through your dresser, humming to yourself as you stripped yourself of your clothing. You’d never given much thought to your bedroom windows, one faced the backyard and one faced your neighbor's house. You’d never worried about your neighbor before, or now, given the argument you just overheard not too long ago. As you pulled your sundress over your head you turned to your window, consequently locking eyes with your parent’s neighbor who stood dumbstruck in her backyard.
“Fuck-“ You cursed, immediately moving from the window's line of sight as you pulled your dress on. “Great, haven’t even been home for a day and I’ve already flashed the neighbor.”
The embarrassment was still ripe in your mind as you made your way back downstairs, hopeful that some homemade bread would soothe your mind. As you walked into the kitchen you noticed your mom wrapping the bread, her eyes casting over to you.
“There you are!” She stated, smiling brightly. “Can you take this over to the neighbors? Figured that poor girl can use some homemade bread with her wife yelling like that all the time.”
You feigned a smile, not one to turn your mom down for something so simple. So you took the bread, holding it close to your chest as you slipped your sandals on, padding down the front porch steps and over onto their lawn.
It was beautifully manicured, the nearby garden buzzing with birds and bees. You’d only ever seen such manicured lawns on the nicer side of town, where dads took utmost pride in ensuring their lawns looked picture-perfect. Maybe the neighbor was one of those people? You mulled the thought over as you walked up their front porch steps, ringing the doorbell with your elbow after.
You could hear the sound of sports blaring from inside the house, the sound suddenly muted, followed by the subtle sound of footsteps approaching the door. What you hadn’t expected, or at least hoped wouldn’t happen, was that the same woman who’d just seen you naked would be on the other side of the door.
You paled, as did she, her eyes flickering between yours and the bread you now appeared to be crushing in your grasp, the crackling of the crust sounding in the awkward silence shared between you two.
“You’re going to kill it.” She muttered, pointing down to the bread. You jumped, looking down at it, silently cursing at yourself as you loosened your grip.
“My mom-“ You started, clearing your throat as you shook your head. “She made you bread, wanted me to deliver it.”
You handed the bread over, feigning a smile as she took it from your hands, smiling down at it as she flipped it over in her grasp. For some godforsaken reason, you blurted out the one thing lingering on your mind, instead of being a normal human being and brushing past it.
“I’m sorry you saw my tits.”
The words hung heavy in the air, causing her to stiffen as she looked up at you, her face soon twisting into a smile as she broke out into laughter. She laughed for a bit, enough for you to calm yourself and laugh a fair bit yourself.
“Blunt, aren’t you?” She laughed out, wiping beneath her eyes as she caught her breath. “Jesus, kid. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have been looking. I’m- I’m Ellie.”
You smiled, extending out your hand which Ellie quickly took, giving it a slight shake, although you could tell she was holding herself back as she did. It made you wonder just how strong her hands were, especially since her arm muscles seemed to be made ever more apparent in the midday sun.
“Nice name.” You stated, dropping your hand back down to your side. “My parents are your neighbors, I’m just visiting because I’m on break.”
Ellie nodded, pursing her lips as her gaze flickered over to your parent’s house. “High school?” She asked, looking back at you.
“College.” You replied, rocking back onto your heels. “First year.”
Ellie’s fingers smoothed over the cellophane, the wrinkling of the plastic underneath her hands filling the silence once again. She exhaled then, turning halfway toward her front door before smiling back at you.
“Tell your mom I said thanks.”
You gave her a brief thumbs-up, walking back down the porch steps into your parent's yard, completely oblivious to the fact that Ellie watched you walk back the whole way, eyes fixated on your hips and ass.
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Much to your chagrin, your parents were pinnacles of their neighborhood, knowing everyone and everything that went on within the little suburb. It was nice, in a way, the little neighborhood block parties and the way they always had friends to talk to. It certainly took the pressure off of you in some aspects, but what you hadn’t figured was that they’d throw a party during your break.
They swore it was for you and for you to catch up with everyone, you had been gone for a while at college, so in a way, you were thankful and found it cute. What you didn’t factor in was Ellie attending, her hair tied back in a half-bun, white shirt sleeves rolled up halfway, practically sex on legs. You’d hardly heard your mom asking you to cart out some drinks to the table in the middle of the cul-de-sac until she nudged you with your foot, to which you profusely apologized and made your way outside.
Ellie was conversing with your dad, a bright smile on her face, a drink in one hand as the other rested in her front pocket. Your dad noticed you approaching, smiling at you as he waved you over, you put on a brave face and placed the drinks down on the nearby table before making your way over to them.
“Ellie, this is my daughter.” He stated, pulling you close as he smiled over at Ellie. Ellie only nodded, taking a sip of her drink before replying.
“Met her yesterday, she dropped off some bread. Really good bread, by the way. I’ll have to thank your mom in person.”
Your dad laughed and nodded, about to say something further until a few of his friends from around the neighborhood called him over. He gave Ellie a brief apology, walking over in their direction after, leaving you and her alone.
“Nice dress.” She murmured, eyes flickering over the fabric, how it hugged your hips, the way your breasts strained against the top, it made her have to clear her throat.
“Thanks.” You replied, smiling up at her. You took a moment to look around the party, wondering where her wife was amongst all the other partygoers. “Where’s your wife? You have one, right?”
Ellie snickered at your question, nodding in response as she took another drink from her cup. “I do have a wife.” She stated, tone hinting toward a fair bit of irritation on the subject. “She’s with her parents for a while.”
Sensing the irritation on the subject, your eyes widened, looking to the table between you as you pursed your lips. You’d never been one for awkward situations, they always made your nervous laugh flare up. As if on cue, your lips quirked into a smile, one Ellie noticed right away.
“Am I missing out on a joke?” She asked, words sarcastic as she placed her now empty cup down on the table. Your smirk turned into laughter, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth as you shook your head.
“No, fuck-“ You started, laughter continuing as you squeezed your eyes shut. “I have a nervous laugh, your response made me laugh.”
Ellie’s shoulders seemed to drop then, a smile of her own making an appearance as she chuckled, breathing out a lungful of air as she looked over to you. “You’re weird.” She noted, although a hint of something warm lingered in her words.
“I’ve been told.” You replied, tilting your head as your laughter died down. “I’m sorry for asking about your wife, by the way. You seemed pissed at the mere mention of her.”
Ellie shrugged then, sighing quietly as she itched the back of her neck. “It’s no problem, I guess it’s a sore subject. She’s- well, I’m sure you’ve heard.”
You nodded, not wanting to pry on the subject. After all, you were fairly certain everyone in the neighborhood had heard Ellie and her wife arguing at the asscrack of dawn. You’d never been close enough to overhear specifically what it was about, but it was loud enough to startle you on more than one occasion.
“Why don’t you leave?” You asked, knowing the question was a bit loaded. “I mean, you guys argue a lot. I was just wondering.”
She waved off your concern. “I get it, I’ve heard my fair share of it. I’ve thought about it.”
A sigh passed her lips then, one she shook off as she reached for another drink, popping the top off with her thumb before drinking some. As she swallowed she looked back to you, faint worry lines evident against her skin. You wondered how much older than you she was, she had to be at least ten to fifteen years older. The thought aroused you, making you pull your gaze from hers as you tried to focus on the table.
“How old are you?” She asked, seemingly reading your mind. You looked back up at her, smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Nearly twenty.”
She laughed then, eyes widening as she looked away from you. “Would not have guessed that.”
You laughed in response, moving over to her side of the table, propping yourself up on it as you met her gaze. “Why?”
“Well, I’m twice your age, that’s why.” She responded, words soft as she looked down at you.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the ever-present ache in your lower stomach at the near condescending tone she used with you. Her age shouldn’t have made her hotter, but it did, it really did.
“You look good for your age.” You replied. “Really good.”
Ellie chuckled in her throat, eyebrows lifting for a moment as she shook her head, eyes fixated on the rim of her cup. “You’re bold.” She stated, words spoken with a sigh as she turned her head to look out at the amassed crowd. After a moment she turned back to you, a coy grin on her face. “You haven’t seen my house, have you?”
There was a hidden insinuation in her words, in the way her eyes hovered over your chest before flickering back up to your eyes. You’d be a fool to say anything other than ‘no.’ So you shook your head, the motion causing her smile to widen as she nodded to her house, inviting you to follow her. Part of you pulled, begged for you to go in the opposite direction, knowing exactly what’d happen once you were inside her house - she was married, for Christ’s sake, but you couldn’t. The way her hand flexed around her drink made your stomach twist, panties coated in your wetness already.
You felt thankful that everyone seemed too preoccupied with the huge pile of fireworks to notice you and Ellie ducking off, even more so once you were inside her house, wordlessly following her through the halls. There were pictures of who you could only assume were Ellie’s family, photos with her smiling brightly, in the middle of fits of laughter, it was precious. You couldn’t help but smile at them as she moved into her kitchen, placing the cup down on the island counter.
“I like your photos.” You stated, moving into the kitchen after her, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of her leaned back against the counter, muscles in her forearms evident.
“Take off your clothes.” She responded, tone nonchalant as though she were asking you to hand her a plate. You didn’t hesitate, eyes locked with hers as you reached behind yourself, unzipping your dress. The fabric slipped down your form, exposing your bare breasts to her eyes. She smiled, moving toward you, raising a hand to hold your hip as the other moved to your breasts, kneading the flesh in her palm as she took in your body. “No bra?”
You shook your head, breaths coming out shallow as her finger brushed over your hardening nipple. “Don’t like them.” You whispered, eyes flickering up to meet hers. “They wouldn’t go with the dress.”
Ellie nodded, smiling to herself as her other hand looped around the hem of your panties, bending down slightly to help you step out of them. You’d half expected her to toss them to the floor, but she balled them up, shoving them into her back pocket. The act was perverse, leaving you clenching around nothing as you watched her stand back up straight.
She traced the back of her hand along your curves, touch so gentle it almost didn’t register in your mind. It almost seemed as though she meant to commit every facet of your being to memory, the thought alone making your thighs clench together, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by her. Her green eyes flitted up to your face, brows quirking up in amusement as she trailed the back of her fingers along your inner thighs, fingertips barely brushing the outside of your cunt.
“Are you aching?” She asked, already knowing the answer, but needing to hear you admit to it. You nodded, wetting your lips. She tutted, turning her hand over to press her middle and ring finger to your folds, applying just enough pressure to gather your wetness on the pads of her fingers. Your legs practically buckled beneath you, a whine dying in the back of your throat as you held onto the counter behind you.
She pulled her hand away then, examining her fingertips under the warm hue of the kitchen lights, a smug smile on her face as her eyes flitted back up to meet yours. She held up her fingers then, pressing them to your lips, to which you eagerly opened your mouth. Her fingers pressed down on your tongue, the taste of your arousal coating your tastebuds as you sucked her fingers clean.
A soft moan passed her lips at the feeling of your tongue laving at her fingers, causing her to ache as well. You could see her pupils dilate, her breath coming out haggard as she removed her fingers from your mouth, brushing her thumb against your bottom lip after. You kept your gaze steady with hers, having to remind yourself to breathe every few seconds.
“Want me to fuck you?” She asked, the question so bold that you nearly forgot to respond until her eyes flicked up from your breasts to your eyes, her brow quirking in question. You nodded.
“Please.”
She bit back a smile, grabbing your wrist before leading you back through the house toward the staircase. The walls and furniture passed by your mind in a blur, only finding yourself able to focus on Ellie’s back and the occasional glance toward you she’d toss over her shoulder. Her being fully clothed while you’d been stripped of everything you’d worn was not lost on you, if anything it seemed to heighten your arousal.
Her bedroom was modest, with a nice king-sized mattress in the middle of the room and two big windows overlooking the backyard and the side of your parent's house - the view was partially skewed by some trees, but you could see your bedroom window. Ellie led you over to the bed, letting you sit down as she moved over to her bedside table. You watched in silent amazement as she removed her clothes, each layer removed exposing more and more of her toned skin to your eyes.
You’d hardly been paying attention to anything else besides her abdomen and arms, finding yourself surprised when she moved back in front of you, hand languidly pumping her strap. She looked at you expectantly, to which you moved from the bed and onto your knees, opening your mouth obediently. She hummed out a laugh, fingers brushing your hair back from your face as she used her other hand to slap the tip of her strap against your tongue.
You wrapped your lips around the silicone tip, relaxing your throat as you began bobbing your head, earning you an affectionate coo as she cradled your cheek, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. Her hips moved forward, pushing her strap farther down your throat, causing your eyes to water as you held back an involuntary gag. You could hear her holding back a grunt at the sight of you struggling to take her strap down your throat, spit coating your chin and dripping down to the top of your breasts.
“You look so good choking on my cock.” She whispered, tone full of pride as she smiled down at you. Her fingers grasped your hair, sharply pulling you back, a string of drool connecting you to the tip of her strap. You licked your lips clean, taking in several deep breaths as you looked up at her. She nodded her head toward the bed, helping you to your feet before guiding you onto the plush mattress, positioning you on your hands and knees.
You rested down on your elbows, arching your back, feeling the cold air against your bare cunt. Her hands smoothed up the back of your thighs, harshly grabbing at your ass, giving the skin there a sharp slap. You whined, leaning forward, only for her to grab your hips and pull you back. You bit into your bottom lip, feeling her drag the tip of her strap up and down along your folds, finally pushing in after you let out a particularly needy whine.
“Fuck-“ You cried out, resting your head on your forearms as you let her hoist your body up, fucking you hard enough for the bed frame to clatter against the wall. You could feel your cum dripping down your inner thighs, each push forward of her hips creating a sheen of your juices around the silicone.
She was hitting so deep within you, surely bruising your cervix, each thrust leaving you gasping into her bedsheets, fingers twisted into the maroon fabric. Her hands grasped harshly at your hips, nails digging into the plush flesh as she fucked her strap into you.
“Take it so good.” She murmured through grunts, voice breathless and strained. Her praise went straight to your cunt, causing you to squeeze around her strap. Her hands moved to your lower back, pushing down until your chest and stomach were flush with the bedding. “Arch that back, baby. Fuck-“
You could hear the lewd noise pooling from between your legs, cum slowly dripping down your skin. You were putty in her hands, wanting her to do everything she wanted with you - and she would.
Her right arm hooked around your waist, hand immediately moving to your cunt where she circled her fingers around your clit, slick noises emanating in the air between your near pathetic whines for her to fuck you harder, deeper - you couldn’t get enough of her. She pressed kisses down the back of your neck to the top of your spine, gently nipping at the skin as she continued rutting into you.
“Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” She all but purred into your shoulder, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your skin in between her words. “Go on, cum for me.”
You could hardly formulate words to reply, all you managed was a strangled cry of her name into the bedsheets, hips jerking in her hold. She didn’t slow down, still fucking her strap into you as she circled her fingers around your clit. Your hands pushed at hers, wordlessly telling her it was too much, all for her to use the hand she’d been using to circle your clit to hold your hands together by your wrists.
“Just stay like that, baby.” She grunted out, cursing under her breath as the base of the strap bumped into her clit over, and over again, bringing her to the cusp of her orgasm. You’d never been one for overstimulation, but the way she had you pinned to the mattress paired with the way her strap rutted against your g-spot left you teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
You were cumming around her strap before you’d even registered it, hips pathetically pushing back to meet her thrusts as you cried out her name into the bedsheets. Everything in your mind seemed to be muddled, finding yourself only able to focus on the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins paired with Ellie’s moans as she fucked you through her orgasm. It wasn't until after you were able to finally fill your lungs full of air that you realized your inner thighs were soaked.
“Holy fuck.” Ellie laughed out, eyes widened with amusement as she pulled out of you, strap dripping with your cum. “You soaked the sheets.”
You felt your face alight, nervous and breathless laughter leaving you as you brushed your hair from your face. “‘M sorry.”
She shook her head, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder, undoing the harness before tossing it to the other side of the room, her breaths coming out in shallow pants. “Fuck, don’t apologize for that. Here- wait here, okay?”
You gave her a weak nod, collapsing down onto the comfortable mattress, feeling your thigh muscles twitching beneath your skin. She returned moments later, your dress in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other. She placed your dress beside you, seeming to hesitate in her movements before wiping down the inside of your thighs, the feeling pulling a tired whine from your chest.
After that was a bit of a blur, you’d managed to get yourself dressed and presentable. Ellie put on a different outfit, grumbling something about how her clothes had gotten soaked during the whole ordeal. She was far more gentle than she had been beforehand, seeming to not meet your gaze without a faint blush painted across her cheeks. As she moved with you down the staircase and toward the front door, you turned to her, a naive hopefulness in your eyes.
“Can I see you again?” You asked, giving her a small smile. She looked down at you, lips quirking at the sides. Although you could tell she was struggling with her moral quandary centered around her infidelity. You didn’t know if you’d get the truth from her, but you’d let yourself believe whatever she responded with.
“Sure.”
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A/N: This one is so long, I’m so sorry. I have a thing for older Ellie. I ain’t apologizing for that. Anyway!!! If y’all have any requests for Ellie or Abby or anyone from TLOU2 let me know! I hope you guys enjoy this, and thank you for reading or skimming or whatever you do - I appreciate the interactions nonetheless. And you can find all my works over on my AO3 under the user, “Unscriptural.”
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dollyhao · 2 months
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succubus!reader x nerdy!ellie
summary: ellie is desperate to lose her virginity that has been looming over her her whole college career.
toni’s note: i made it guys! i promised this back in october and it’s the end of january… but it’s here.
cw: this is pure smut, no plot at all lol. 1.8k words
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ellie has not a single regret about what she’s about to do. ellie is in college and is still a virgin, at this point she didn’t think she’d ever lose her virginity. until one of her friends joked that she should summon a sex demon, that it was ‘the only way she’d get laid’. it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, but desperation makes people do crazy things.
she read in an old book she found in the library about one in particular, the book had a picture of you drawn in and ellie thought you were absolutely gorgeous and perfect for her. what was the worst that could happen?
ellie lights the candles around the circle she made on her bedroom floor. she chanted your name 5 times like the book told her, then after 20 seconds the candles all blew out and a gust of purple smoke floats in the air. you pop out the smoke looking even more perfect than the book describes.
“who dares summons me?” you say in this slow sensual voice that ellie feels course through her body. you look around the room you were summoned in before your eyes rest on a short girl with black rimmed glasses on her face. ellie is looking at you with those pretty green puppy eyes, mouthed formed into an o shape.
“a girl? well thats new,” you walk closer to ellie sizing her up. “your cute… tell me what you want from me.” “i-i,” ellie is literally speechless. shes staring up at you, the lady demon whos probably gonna take her virginity. you have long horns on your head and a cute skinny tail, but the best part is that your completely naked. breast out in the open, nipples standing at attention, nothing covering your cunt and it’s just begging for ellie to drop to her knees to taste you.
“did you call me here to waste my time?” you ask her putting your hands on your hips with a quirked brow. “no no! i-i want you to take my virginity.” ellie says playing with her fingers. you hum, “ok ill do it. but you have to sign a contract-” “yes yes! anything!” you spawn a paper out of thin air, “dont you wanna know what your agreeing to?” but by the time you finish your sentence ellie has already signed the paper.
after she is done signing, the paper disappears. “i wanna let you know i-i’ve never done this before. well i almost did in my fourth year of highschool but that was a missed opportunity-“ ellie’s nervous rambling was cut off by you running your hands over her shoulders and ripping her shirt open exposing a blue sports bra underneath. ellie gapes at you, suprised at the sudden intrusion. you push the ripped shirt off her shoulders. “do you wanna touch me?” you say voice softening seeing how nervous the poor girl is.
she nods vigorously trailing her hands up your tummy to your breast. “you can touch me however you want.” you say smirking at her. ellie feels like she can hear your voice inside her head, a slow sensual voice with a rasp that can only be described as wild and sexy. she feels a rush of arousal pulse through her as she pushes you to lay on her bed. your eyebrows shot up, you feel her start to kiss down your stomach swirling her tongue around your navel before her head dips between your legs.
you buck slightly when you feel her inexperienced tongue flicking all around your cunt. she takes your clit into her mouth rolling and flicking her tongue all around it (like they do in the videos she watched before the summoning). you can feel her breathing heavy against you. she pushes two experimental fingers into you feeling how wet and tight you were. you taste sweet like honey and something else addictive that ellie can’t name, ellie suspects its part of your demon powers.
you grab her hair squeezing your legs around her head trying to contain your moans, no human has ever made you feel so good. you might just… like this girl. she’s cute and gentle. and she looks at you like your aphrodite instead of a sex demon.
you feel yourself about to cum when you push her head from between your thighs. ellie is looking at you, chin covered in your juices looking pussy drunk with her glasses fogged up. “are you ok?” she asked you, looking genuinely concerned. you want to coo at her but instead you flip her over taking place in between her legs this time. you peer up at her with this look that looks like you want to devour her. you pull down her sweat pants and underwear licking your lips at her slick pussy.
you give her clit a sweet kiss before using your thumb to rub circles on it. ellies moans out loud when she feels your abnormally long tongue enter her. your tongue is reaching places her fingers couldnt possibly reach. she chants you name which only encourages you to move your thumb faster on her clit. ellie grabs your horns and pull before locking her ankles together keeping you still as she grinded on your tongue feeling the knot in her stomach ready to explode. you let out a groan as ellie tugs on your horns. “im so close.” she says before her body goes rigid.
you pull away from ellie, swallowing her essence, seeming to have had an energy boost. “is there anything else you wanna try?” you say rubbing up and down her legs. she nods getting off the bed grabbing a box from under it. in the box are sex toys but ellie pulls out a girthy purple strap. “oh,” you say eyes widening, “you wanna use that on me?” you ask with that same sensual tone from the beginning. “yes.. please”
she puts the strap on before she feels you push her down on the bed straddling her. you hover over her dick grabbing it and running it up and down your slick cunt. “you want me to fuck you?” you say placing a hand on her chest still hovering over her. ellie nods her head grabbing your hips panting in anticipation, “yes please…” “ask nicely,” you say leaning down licking and biting her ear. “please fuck me. please.” ellie says bucking her hips. the tip of her dick pushes into you, you moan sitting completely on ellie’s cock.
you are bouncing and riding with no sign of slowing down. ellie is running her hands over your body, transfixed at the way your breast bounce as you ride her. when she sits up, she wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close to her as she kisses your neck and chest leaving marks.
you grab ellie’s face, tilting her head to the side so you can have access to her neck. you use your tongue to lick and suck marks into her neck until you get a little too excited and nick her neck drawing blood. ellie let’s out a groan followed by a guttural moan, completely dazed. you lick at her neck getting all the blood up before humming and planting a kiss on the mark.
ellie is gripping your ass meeting your thrust with her own desperate ones. “are you close?” ellie asked desperately, leaning to kiss you again. “very.” you coo out, kissing her using that long muscle of yours, twirling your tongue around hers.
you let go and ellie is staring in awe at the beautiful look you made while cumming. she lays back on the bed, exhausted and satisfied. when she feels your very sharp nails trail up her stomach and latch at her sports bra causing it to rip as if it was being cut by scissors. “more.” you whisper with a wide grin.
“what?” ellie asked wide eyed. “i want more. i think im going to keep you.” you whisper in her ear.
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I, Ellie Williams, am allowing succubus y/n to take on a human form and co habitat with me. I will fulfill her needs of sex so that she may stay by my side and use me for a long as she wills.
signed: ellie williams
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sweetmourninglambie · 2 months
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☆ p*rvy neighbor! ellie hcs
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contains content that can be triggering for some, PLEASE proceed with caution
warnings: stalking, p*rv ellie obvi, breaking and entering, setting cameras up without consent, somnophilia, dubious consent, manipulation, masturbation + guided masturbation, panty stealing, pet names, sleeping meds used on reader without consent, crying, gaslighting, hair pulling, inappropriate use of stuffed animal lol, codependent relationship, reader is pretty dumb and naive, dacryphilia, lap sitting, fingering, cursing, mentions of strap
a/n: repost of old hcs cus i haven’t had time to write and i miss creepy els!!! hope u all enjoy <3
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౨ৎ once you let ellie into your life, she will go to extensive measures to keep you reliant on her. the one tactic that seems to work the most is breaking into your house whenever you’re out so that she can mess things up just so that you will come to her for help.
౨ৎ to her, it’s almost too easy to keep you coming back to her— almost like you want her to keep ruining things just so she can help put everything back into place.
౨ৎ so it becomes part of her daily routine, getting into your house through a window that she had broken the lock on just so she could get in easily. she’ll move items you use frequently to make it noticeable that someone else had been in your home, just so that you would come to her house later that night begging for her to sleep over so she could keep you safe.
౨ৎ when you begged her to come over to fix your beeping smoke detector, she saw an opportunity that she simply couldn’t pass up. when she was inside your home, she asked you to grab her a glass of water while she was working to make sure that you wouldn’t notice what she was about to do. you immediately gave into her request, rushing off to the kitchen so you could get her some cold water to cool down. while you’re away, she makes quick work of setting up hidden cameras throughout your house, having just enough time to hide one in your bedroom that would give her the perfect view of you as you slept.
౨ৎ she no longer has to rely solely on seeing you through your windows, as she was now able to watch your every move at any given moment. she can’t even sleep without making sure you are safe in the comfort of your bed and she always keeps the camera audio on while she sleeps, just to make sure that she’ll be alerted if anything goes wrong while she is apart from you.
౨ৎ she even gets you a little teddy bear as a surprise one day— the stuffed animal having a small camera inside that you were unaware of. this was her way of keeping you safe and she was beyond pleased that you adored the gift so much, as you carried it around almost everywhere. it put her at ease to be able to know what you were doing at all times and you even named your beloved bear after her.
౨ৎ even though she can see you from the cameras, she still makes an effort to take pictures of you from her window once a day. most times it's when you are undressing in your room, the lace curtains on your window being pulled back just enough that ellie could see you perfectly. she comes to realize that you are rather blissfully unaware of your surroundings, which only makes it easier for her to get up close pictures of you. often times she will be sitting on the couch with you and notice that you are facing her with your legs perfectly spread, your pink cotton panties on display for her– and she just can’t pass up the opportunity to get a picture of your clothed cunt. she is still careful about it, opening up the camera on her phone before asking you a question to keep you distracted while she snaps a few pictures. The up-the-skirt pictures are her absolute favorites and she most definitely has a special photo album on her phone just for those pictures.
౨ৎ ellie loves watching you hang your clothes up to dry, as you have a little clothesline right outside your home that she has a perfect view of from her window. hot summer days are her absolute favorite, as you are always wearing a short dress that lifts at the hem each time a small breeze passes by. she can easily see through your dress, cursing under her breath when she realizes she can see the outline of your tits through the material of your dress. you never once take notice of her watching you from her front window, small huffs passing your lips as the sun beats down on you. each time ellie sees your skin growing rosy from the heat, she is already unbuttoning her jeans so she can get off while she watches you.
౨ৎ you were going about doing your laundry as per usual, bending over to grab a few more clothing items to hang up to dry. only a few feet away, ellie is watching you intently with her hand shoved into her boxers, her fingers moving in and out of her own cunt as she takes in the sight of you. when you hung up your brightly colored panties to dry, ellie couldn’t stop a loud curse from passing her lips at the sight. the sudden sound caught your attention, your head whipping around as you tried to figure out where it had come from.
౨ৎ for once, ellie truly believed that she was about to be caught in the act– although her worries quickly dissipated when you didn’t spot her. you decided it was likely another nearby neighbor, returning to the task at hand without a second thought. your stupidity made ellie beyond ecstatic, her fingers only moving faster as she kept her eyes locked on your body. the occurrence only makes her more confident in your inability to catch her, making her feel that she could be a bit more bold with you since you were so clueless.
౨ৎ whenever you invite her over to your house, you make her a cozy makeshift bed on the couch so that she can spend the night. although ellie finds your generosity adorable, it is not enough for her. figuring out a way to have you beg for her to sleep in the same bed as you is an exceedingly simple task, as all she has to do is make you watch a horror movie with her to get you all jumpy and paranoid.
౨ৎ you were settled on the couch beside ellie, your body pressed close to her own as the strangers played on the tv in front of the two of you. she was the one who had suggested the film of course, already knowing that the film would leave you terrified beyond belief. she could feel you tensing up more and more with each passing moment, her hand running along the expanse of your exposed thigh in an attempt to soothe you.
౨ৎ “you scared already, baby?” she questioned in a teasing manner, not bothering to hide the smile that was forming on her lips. You looked at her with wide eyes, almost in disbelief that she was so unfazed by the movie. “m’ not scared, els” you insisted, although you practically fell off the couch when a sudden jump scare on screen caught you off guard. you didn’t hesitate to move closer to ellie as the movie continued, not making any comments about the way her hand began to wander up your shirt so that her hand was resting against your tummy, her hand dangerously close to your exposed chest as the movie played out.
౨ৎ needless to say, when the movie finally ended you were refusing to let go of ellie so that the two of you could go to bed. “s’ late, bun. you need to get some rest” ellie muttered in a soft tone, pulling her arm away from you so that she could turn the tv off. you were not having it at all, your grip on ellie’s shirt tightening as she attempted to move. “els… i think maybe for tonight you should just uhm– just sleep with me instead” you suggested in a rather shaky voice, looking up at her with pleading eyes. and being the wonderful friend ellie is, she indulges you and keeps you safe in her arms the entire night.
౨ৎ from then on, you never make her sleep out in the living room. you always feel at ease when she is beside you, completely unaware of the fact that she was the one person you shouldn’t feel safe around.
౨ৎ one night you invite her over and ellie decides to make you tea before bed, insisting that she will feel better if you drink it since she thinks it will help you sleep well. you can’t help but swoon a bit from how caring ellie was, immediately complying to her request as you took the tea to sip on before the two of you got into bed. she has you hold out the mug to her so she can blow on it a bit in order to cool it off, not wanting you to accidentally burn your tongue. you take small sips, not noticing anything out of the ordinary as you finish up the tea. unbeknownst to you, ellie had put just enough sleeping medicine into your tea to ensure that you wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night.
౨ৎ it wasn’t as if you were a very light sleeper but ellie wasn’t willing to take any chances tonight, as she had something special in mind. the drowsiness only took a few moments to set in, a small yawn passing your lips once you were settled under the soft blankets on your bed. you mumbled something that ellie couldn’t quite understand, although she could only assume that you were making some attempt to say goodnight to her. she turned out the light afterwards, pulling you closer to her own body and waiting a while before she did anything else.
౨ৎ after your breathing evened out completely and your body was relaxing against her own, she moved her hand down so that she could grab your own, giving her control of your motions. she makes quick work of pushing your hand past the waistband of her boxers, her brows furrowing in the slightest bit when your soft fingers make contact with her cunt. “so fucking stupid” she mumbles as she moves your hand against her, almost upset with how easy it was to take advantage of you. to her, this only proved to her that you needed her in your life because someone with ill intentions may attempt to do exactly what she was doing.
౨ৎ ellie doesn’t bother to keep quiet as she grinds down against your hand, your name leaving her lips like a prayer as she did so. there was no way she could feel guilty about this when you were the one who had welcomed her into your life so easily, and it was clear that she meant you no harm. she just wanted to feel close to you– she was simply taking an opportunity that you gave her.
౨ৎ whenever you are feeling hyper, she will let you play fight with her to get all that extra energy out. she’ll go easy on you for a bit, a breathy laugh passing her lips from how weak you were in comparison to her. you don’t pay her any mind, continuing to grab at her in an attempt to get her pinned down. your attempts always prove futile, as ellie only lets it go on for so long before she starts fighting back. she is never too rough with you, as she only does it so that she can 'accidentally’ brush her hand against your tits or grope your ass without any questions from you. she will have you pinned down on the bed in no time, pressing her knee against your legs to keep you from being able to squirm away from her. no matter how many times you lose, you will always pout up at her and mutter a quiet “no fair…” as she holds your wrists in a tight grip above your head.
౨ৎ if ellie knows that she is going to see you at any point, she will always wear a strap underneath her jeans. she loves to watch your eyes wander with curiosity, although she is disappointed to find that you never ask her what it is. that doesn’t stop her from using it to her advantage at all, as she starts having you sit on her lap while the two of you watch whatever horror movie she had picked out just so she could watch you squirm on her lap from having her strap pressed snugly against your cunt.
౨ৎ the living room was rather dark, the only light in the space being provided by the bright colors on the tv along with the moonlight that was shining through the open window. the sweltering heat of the day seemed to linger long after the sun had set, the only comfort being the cool breeze that was moving in through the front window. despite the harsh weather, ellie still insisted that you sit on her lap while the two of you watched my bloody valentine
౨ৎ you were wearing one of ellie’s band t shirts that she had let you borrow, your panties being the only thing covering you up since it was far too hot for you to wear any proper bottoms. she had your back pressed against her chest, still managing to manspread as she kept her right arm lazily wrapped around your waist. each time a loud noise rang throughout the room, you would jump in the slightest bit which caused ellie’s strap to push against you in the best way.
౨ৎ ellie could hear the little whimper you let out, a slight smirk on her lips as she figured out a way to get you all worked up. she waited patiently for the next jumpscare, watching you flinch in response to the sudden frightening images playing out before you. ellie began to bounce her knee as she shushed the soft noises you let out.
౨ৎ the motion gave you the perfect amount of friction, a blissful moan leaving your plush lips from the feeling. you didn’t understand why it felt so good hut you could only assume that ellie was trying to comfort you, the motion seeming to distract you from any fear you felt.
౨ৎ “that’s it, baby. no need to be scared when i’m here” she said in a low tone, keeping her leg moving so that she could provide you with the relief you needed. you could only nod your head, unconsciously grinding down against the thick strap that was nudging your clit almost too well. you would never question ellie, especially when she was helping you calm down. she used the grip she had on your waist to guide your motions, pushing your warm cunt down against her lap and listening to all of the pretty noises you let out. she’ll make sure you cum from the interaction, only letting you up when you complained about how much it tickled.
౨ৎ after the first time, it quickly becomes a regular occurrence. sometimes you aren’t even truly scared by the movie you are watching with her but you will still feign a fearful expression, whining until ellie gave you what you needed. being the generous neighbor ellie is, she indulges you each time and thanks whatever higher power there is that you were too dumb to question her motives.
౨ৎ one night as ellie is watching you through the camera she had in your bedroom, it suddenly dawns on her that she had never seen you touch yourself before. you would just get into bed with the little teddy bear she had gotten you, text her goodnight, and go right to sleep. as she watched you get comfortable under the blankets, her expression turned into something that seemed to show a sick satisfaction.
౨ৎ you probably didn’t even know how to get off. the thought alone had ellie letting out a soft groan, muttering a string of curses as she imagined you letting her show you how to make yourself feel good. surely you couldn’t be dumb enough to show you how to get off without asking her a few questions, right?
౨ৎ she was more than willing to test out the idea, waiting until the next day to bring it up to you. even if it seemed like a hard topic to bring up out of the blue, ellie was all too prepared for the situation.
౨ৎ the two of you were laying on your bed, splayed out on top of the sheets to keep yourselves cool. the two of you were talking about childhood crushes which wasn’t exactly an easy topic for ellie to listen to, as she hated the idea of you even remotely liking anyone who wasn’t her. however, she knew it was necessary for what she wanted to do so she toughed it out for the time being.
౨ৎ “shit, man… i think that girl was the first person i ever got off to. i was totally whipped back then” she said after mentioning a crush she had in high school, her head turning in the slightest bit so that she could gauge your reaction to her words.
౨ৎ her words caught you off guard, turning your head as well so that your cheek was pressed against the mattress as you looked back at her. your eyes were blown wide, almost in complete disbelief of what she said. you parted your lips to try and say something but you were coming up empty, the idea of ellie saying something so dirty to you making you feel beyond shy.
౨ৎ ellie decided to fill the silence, finding the words that would get a proper answer out of you. “who was the first person you got off to?” she questioned in a nonchalant manner, her face not even showing the slightest bit of embarrassment. the question only added to your embarrassment, but you didn’t want to be rude to ellie by not answering. “i guess i’ve never really done… that while thinking of someone else” you said rather quietly, and ellie could’ve sworn that she was the luckiest girl alive.
౨ৎ here you were, possibly one of the purest girls on earth, and she was the only person in your life who had the power to ruin that completely. “really… huh. that’s kinda weird honestly” she says with a slight shrug of her shoulders, looking away from you in order to get the reaction she wanted. you were stuttering over your words after she spoke, momentarily wondering why you had never dwelled on the fact that you had never gotten off to anyone else
౨ৎ “is it really weird?” you asked in a worried tone, sitting up so that you could look down at ellie’s freckled features. ellie paused for a moment, as if she had to think out her answer. “i think so. i mean— do you even know how to touch yourself?” she questioned further, no longer needing an excuse for her vulgar questioning. you were pouting a bit, somewhat upset by the idea of her thinking that you didn’t know how to touch yourself
౨ৎ “i do know! jus’ … i mean, i don’t know how to do it that well” you admitted in a meek voice, unable to meet ellie’s eyes as you spoke. it was completely true, as you had tried to touch yourself quite a few times in the past but nothing ever seemed good enough. and now that you really thought about it, your only relief was when ellie let you grind against her lap. if she already knew how to help you, certainly there was no harm in asking for her help
౨ৎ “can you help me do it, els?” you questioned before ellie even had a chance to reply to your previous words. she had a pleased smile on her lips, sitting up so that she was at the same eye level as you before she spoke. “mm, i guess so. but if i show you—” she paused for a moment, her hand resting on your exposed thigh as she thought of how to phrase her words. “you have to think of me while i do it. it won’t feel good unless i’m the only person on your mind” she explains, praying that you were too trusting to question her.
౨ৎ you didn’t hesitate before nodding your head, a bright smile on your lips as you pressed a soft kiss to ellie’s cheek to show how thankful you were. “i’ll do anything you tell me to, you always know what’s best!”
౨ৎ this whole situation led to the current position you were in, your back pressed up against ellie’s chest with her back resting against the headboard. you were tucked between her legs, spreading your own once she instructed you to do so. you kept still for her, letting her hand trail up your thigh so that she could get your dress out of the way. she was feeling rather impatient, letting the thin material bunch around your waist so that she had easy access to your cunt. she did her best to stay calm, her fingers tracing your cunt through your panties to see how you would react
౨ৎ the simple touch made you jolt in the slightest bit, instinctively holding your breath to stop any sudden noises from leaving your lips. ellie was not pleased with your silence, pulling her hand up in the slightest bit before letting her fingers slip past the waistband of your panties so that she could pressed a skilled finger against your clit. the action pulled a low whine from your lips, spreading your legs further for the girl behind you instinctively. “you gotta relax for me, baby. can’t make you feel good if you’re gonna be all tense like this” she warned, a smile tugging at her lips when you let out a panicked gasp from the threat
౨ৎ you complied to her directions within a second or two, taking in a shaky breath before letting your whole body relax against her. it was a wonderful feeling, the heat no longer bothering you as you rested back against ellie’s chest. “following my directions so well, pretty girl. knew you could do it” she mutters, now rubbing slow circles on your clit to see just how much she could make you squirm. ellie was a bit upset that she couldn’t see your pussy for herself, as she practically spent half her time imagining what your cunt would look like while clenching around her fingers
౨ৎ she didn’t dwell on idea too much, as there was just something so wonderfully obscene about teaching you how to get off with your little cherry patterned panties still on your body. ellie slowly trailed her finger down your cunt, her fingers almost sliding against you from how wet you were. “your little cunt is absolutely soaked, bun. s’ fuckin’ preverted” she said in a mocking tone, wanting to make you feel as if you were in the wrong for being turned on by what she was doing
౨ৎ you were too far gone to make any attempts to defend yourself, nodding your head dumbly as if to agree with what she was saying. ellie scoffs a bit at your reaction, listening intently to the incoherent pleas that were leaving your lips. “please what? can’t give you what you need unless you tell me” she states in a firm tone, her finger catching on your entrance as she spoke just to make sure you would beg for what you wanted. “pl– please, els! need your fingers, need to be full” you babbled, not even grasping what you were saying since you were acting on pure instinct
౨ৎ your reply seemed to be enough for ellie, as she eased her finger into your cunt with almost no resistance. you didn’t bother to hold back any sounds, letting a cry of ellie’s name pass your lips as she worked you open. “atta’ girl” she praised, fucking her finger into you as she spoke. even if you had fingered yourself before, nothing could compare to the way ellie was taking care of you. ellie didn’t give you any warning, pushing a second finger in and curling the two digits in the slightest bit.
౨ৎ there was no way for you to even form any coherent thoughts, your hand lightly pulling at ellie’s tattooed forearm when the pleasure became too much all at once. “no more els, i can’t do it!” you cried in a shaky voice, your weak grip not helping you escape her fingers that were still pumping into your cunt. ellie couldn’t believe how easy it was to get you on edge, not even bothering to hide her surprise as she spoke. “holy shit, you can’t be serious” she muttered, burying her fingers knuckle deep into your cunt to emphasize her words
౨ৎ the harsh treatment pulled a dry sob from your throat, your body writhing under her touch in an attempt to escape the hold she had on you. it was completely useless, as she was refusing to let you up as she kept dragging her fingers against your soft walls. “you gonna cum for me, baby? so fuckin’ easy to get you worked up” she says, her voice laced with malice that you could never seem to grasp properly
౨ৎ all you could do was yank at her arm, feeling the muscles of her arm flex as she refused to give up. “c’mon, you were the one begging for it earlier. you can handle it, i know you can” she continues on, her quick change of tone making your head spin even more than it already was. you continued to cry, insisting that it was too much right before the pleasure hit you all at once. “
౨ৎ ellie keeps fucking her fingers into you as you ride out your high, a pleased smile on her lips as she felt your cunt clench down on her fingers. by the time you came back down, your chest was heaving and you were still weakly trying to push ellie’s hand away since you were far too sensitive to do anything else. ellie finally pulls her hand back, not hesitating to put her fingers in her own mouth so that she can taste you. she knows you are too fucked out to even notice, taking her time with cleaning your juices off of her fingers.
౨ৎ she switches her attitude quickly, patting your cunt through your panties that now had a wet patch from you previous activities. “you gotta trust me more, angel. i always know how much you can take” she reassures, almost insinuating that she knew your body more than you did. you didn’t even try to argue, nodding your head obediently as you tried to catch your breath. her touches become gentle once more, her strong arms keeping you close as she comforts you in your dazed headspace
౨ৎ needless to say, you quickly grow reliant on the pleasure that ellie provided you. after that, ellie watches you getting off every night without fail. she turns up the volume as loud as possible, keeping a pair of your stolen panties pressed against her nose as she humps whatever pillow is closest to her. one night you had deviated from your usual routine, pressing a soft kiss to the bear ellie had given you in an apologetic manner before laying the stuffie on its back so that you could straddle its face
౨ৎ ellie almost couldn’t believe whats she was seeing, moving her face closer to the screen so that she could make sure she wasn’t just hallucinating the sight before her. you lowered your hips slowly, your clit rubbing up against the poor little bear’s nose. she didn’t know where you had gotten the idea from but she couldn’t care less, checking the camera inside the bear and letting out a groan when she came to the realization that the camera within the bear was pressed so close to you that she could actually hear how wet you were. as if ellie wasn’t already in heaven, she could hear you muttering something over and over again that she couldn’t quite make out. she lowered her head to the speakers on her computer so that she could try and hear what you were saying, her brows rising when she realized you were calling out her name as you got yourself off. she couldn’t even count how many times she came that night, rewatching the recording countless times long after you had gone to sleep
౨ৎ after that night, she is always grabbing your beloved bear from you and pressing kisses all over its face when the two of you are laying down together. the look of pure horror and shame on your face gets her every time, your hands yanking your teddy bear back as a blush crept across your face
౨ৎ “that was a little rude, wasn’t it? are my kisses not enough for ellie bear?” she questioned, nodding towards the bear you had affectionately named after her. you were pouting at her, shaking your head as you hugged the bear close to your chest. “m’ sorry, els. didn’t mean to be rude but… only i can give him kisses, okay?” you said in a soft voice, unable to tell her the truth. ellie will act clueless the whole time, still burying her face into the bear’s fur whenever you left the room
౨ৎ as mentioned before, ellie is going to steal every pair of panties you own at least once. any time you let her into your home, she’ll shove as many pairs as she can find into her back pocket and she doesn’t even try to hide it. you never take notice of this despite her reckless way of doing things, simply being pleased when your favorite pairs reappear in your laundry basket and never once thinking to question ellie about it
౨ৎ if you ever wear your hair in braids or pigtails, ellie will yank on the ends of them throughout the day just to hear the little whimper you let out from the action. she loved that you never even told her to stop doing it, only ever looking up at her with pouty lips as you let out a small huff. often times she will even suggest that you wear your hair in braids since she insists you look adorable with them and of course, you listen to her every single time
౨ৎ ellie loves to hear you cry, although she can never directly be mean to you to invoke such a reaction out of fear that she will scare you off. so instead, she will give you endless attention for an entire week– bringing you cookies, praising you, buying you new stuffies, and spending every night at your place right before she ignores you completely
౨ৎ she watches you pace throughout your house when she doesn’t reply to your good morning message to her, letting her phone buzz away endlessly as you messaged her throughout the day. you had no idea what you did wrong, your stomach sinking each time your call was declined by her. ellie loves how desperate you are, her voicemail filling up with countless messages from you babbling apologies to her. she loved each and every voicemail, saving them so she could get off to the sound of you crying her name in the saddest voice she has ever heard. to her, it was the most real form of love that there could be, as your desperation was proof of how much you loved her
౨ৎ before the day is even over, you are knocking on her front door and calling out her name in a weak voice in an attempt to get her to answer. ellie will let you wait there for a bit, taking her time before she finally opens up the door. the sight of you with tears stained cheeks and your chest heaving from the force of your cries was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. she feigns confusion, pulling you inside and letting you pull her into a warm embrace
౨ৎ “what’s going on, bun?” she questioned in a worried tone, rubbing gentle circles on your lower back as you sobbed against her chest. “m’ sorry els, i’ll never do it again” you cried, apologizing for something you hadn’t even done. ellie only shushed you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as she did so. “s’ alright baby, i already forgave you” she muttered, making sure to reinforce the idea that you had done something to upset her. she can feel you relax in the slightest just from her acceptance of your apology, a sick smile of satisfaction on her lips as she holds you close
౨ৎ ellie will just do anything in her power to keep you as dumb and reliant on her as possible. she’ll tell you that you are too stupid to do anything on your own and that you need her help when it comes to any given task. and you believe her every time, letting her take control of every aspect of your life without a second thought. after all, you should feel thankful that your neighbor is so kind to you
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What’s right
virgin!reader x ellie williams | Read this or DNI
summary: you thought the love you felt for ellie was in a platonic way, but maybe deep inside you the answer was already there, just waiting for it to be revealed, in a dream that Ellie is willing to help you with.
warnings: smut, virginity loss, pet names (pretty girl, babe, baby, good girl), first kiss, corruption, thigh riding.
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It’s been aproximately ten years since you first met her, Ellie Williams, your best friend and the person your whole family adores probably as much as they adore you. The only one that knows everything about you, the one that brings your true self, the one that’s seen almost everything.
You’ve been friends since forever, best friends. The type to have sleepovers, to hug and hold hands, cuddle and be all the time together, do everything together. And of course people said things and thought things about it, about how close you were and how best friends don’t to that, but the answer you two gave was always “we’re like family” and it was credible, enough.
It wasn’t a lie though, or so you thought since it was her idea to give the answer. She’d come up with most of the plans, most responses, most of everything. Not because you never suggested anything but because she’s way more stubborn than you are and there’s no way she let you take the big decisions, there’s also no way at all that she takes no as a response and you’re the biggest people pleaser she’s ever known.
And again, it’s been years of friendship, years of seeing each other in all type of ways for many different reasons. Years of what seemed like endless nights of talking nonstop, or days even. Months when there was no school or job or anything to do but be with each other all the time unless Ellie had plans with other girls “friends” that she’ll end up bragging about later. So you knew everything about each other, you’d tell everything detailed, you trusted each other.
And she’d always assure you that everything she did with or for you was for the better, same applied for her, in different ways of course. She’s never been problematic or mean or anything like that, but she was the one to make you smoke and drink for the first time in your life. And you, you only made her listen to your boring music for hours or have the cute and boring plans as she calls them. But at the end of the day, is all fair, you both do what’s best for each other based on your different needs.
That’s why you love her so much, and until this week you’ve thought it was pure platonic love, the one that you feel for your family, and she’s family. But she changed everything, everyone said it’ll eventually happen, and you always, always prayed to god that It didn’t, you failed.
Ellie spoke for hours about this new girl she’d just met, something casual as usual, but apparently it stocked to you because later that day you had a dream about it. And it doesn’t really bother you to have a dream like that, not even because she’s in it, because it doesn’t mean anything right? But it felt too good and too real to forget or ignore or let go. And the more you think about it, the more you keep feeling like it might actually mean something.
Because she was in fact hot, attractive in all possible ways, and she’s not just hot but also pretty, delicate in her way. She’s smart and sweet and knows you incredibly good, and she’s always supportive. And she shows she cares about you, even when she’s all awkward and shy about it she’d do anything to let you know she cares about you as much as you care about her.
And there’s nothing else that you love more than that, and now probably nobody else that can make you feel it, you won’t let anyone else try to fill that space. It’s just not the same even if you tried. It’s not Ellie.
So now that you’re currently at her house in her bed, cuddling, you’ve been thinking about this while situation, how to address it without being awkward for you and without being too explicit as well.
She doesn’t mind it, she knows you’ve had thoughts like this about girls before, but you’ve never done anything romantic with anyone before. Not even kissed anyone or hold hands, nothing. Not because you’re innocent or afraid but because you haven’t found someone worth your first experiences.
“What’re you thinking ‘bout?” you can feel her hands rubbing circles on your back as she speaks, suddenly stopping and letting go of her phone, making you groan. You’ve been watching random shit in her phone for hours, trying to keep her busy from reading you. “Nothing” your hands move unconsciously tighter around her, pressing the side of her stomach and making you feel the small laugh that your very fake ‘nothing’ had elicited in her.
“You’ve been zoning out, I thought you wanted to sleep but you’re clearly not tired, so” she let go of you, slowly readjusting herself on the bed so that she could properly rest her back on the headboard “what is it? Mhm?”
“It’s something sex related, you know it’s all awkward f’ me el” you shifted your eyes towards her half leaded ones, furrowing at her corky smile “see? you’re already laughing at me and I-“ your voices overlapped, making you stop talking first “You gotta find yourself a boy or girl or whatever. If you keep hoping for the one worth your body then you’re gonna fucking lose your mind” little does she know, you thought, laughing at her comment and motioning your hand as in a silent ‘forget it’
“I mean it” Ellie spoke again, clearly determined to make you speak “It’s your fault, maybe if you stopped telling me every detail of all the girls you ‘relieve stress’ with then I would keep being an innocent girl” you positioned your hands together, as if you were praying. Now sitting in front of her.
You stopped the moment she hit your arm, rolling your eyes “You have no innocence in your body, you’ve always been a fucking mess, specially with people” before you could say anything about it she spoke again “Tell me, you know I don’t care” she shrugged her shoulders, making a small pout. She looked particularly pretty today.
“Did you do something today? y’ look different” Ellie rolled her eyes, letting out a exaggerated groan “eyeliner maybe, now stop avoiding and tell me about whatever wet dream you had now” yup, there she was, best friend that knows everything. And the stupid friend that besides being people pleaser knows shit about lying.
“I fucking hate you” a pillow thrown by you made her open her eyes again, chuckling at how obvious you were. “remember what you told me the weekend? I dreamt about it… but you were there and it felt wrong” you mumbled the last words, audible enough for Ellie to understand. She didn’t care, neither did you, well, you tried not to care much. But your body reacted before your mind would let you do anything so you felt already sweating and practically burning. And again, she knew and she noticed, but didn’t care.
“Why? didn’t I fuck you good enough? I’m not worth your body either?” Ellie’s characteristic sheepish smile formed on her face as she got closer to you, leaning on her elbows and tilting her head, mocking you. “I’m not gonna give you details, I’m just saying I feel wrong… it doesn’t mean anything but-“ “it means something, don’t be a pussy and accept you might feel like fucking your best friend”
Hearing the words out loud was less frightening than you would expect, maybe it was Ellie’s voice but the idea wasn’t as disgusting as you felt it was. Not wrong either.
“Stop it, alright? you know I would never” her eyes felt like they were piercing your body, like they could read your mind, like she could eat you alive any moment. And the closer she moved to you the more stupid you felt “Ellie, please” you tried pushing her away once she was practically on top of you, she was playing of course, and she would stop. “You seem to like it, tell me what you dreamt of, Mhm?” Or maybe she meant it this time.
You weren’t sure what to do or say, she’s never played like this with you, and you’ve never even kissed anyone. Yet before you could try anything she laughed. Her hands were pressed on top of yours, sinking in the mattress along your bodies. And her face was so close to yours her mocking laugh brushed your cheeks. You were craving her now.
She let go of you, resting her body against the headboard again and shifting her eyes towards the sides of the bed, looking for an empty space on the wooden tables to place her phone. “Come here” her hands patted her lap, spreading her legs to make some space for you.
And so you did, crawling to her lap and sitting comfortably on it, positioning your legs in between hers. Ellie’s hands slowly cupped your face “I’m doing my job as a friend, this doesn’t count if you don’t want it too, yeah?” a small laugh brushed her lips, mocking your noticeable lost eyes that were wandering all over her face, from her eyes to her lips as she spoke.
She’d made a mess out of you already, without even touching you. But her tenderness, her voice, her body, the way she felt snd smell, everything had a specific effect on you that had been hiding for a long while. It was like drinking for the first time.
Her lips pressed on yours, it was a tender kiss, sweet and gentle. It didn’t last long “it’s okay, it’s only natural baby” her hands moved from your face to your thighs, caressing every inch of them in the most delicate way ever. Nothing you could ever imagine on your own.
So you kissed her again, now with an idea of what to do but letting her guide your every moves. Her tongue eventually got involved as well, dancing with yours and filling your mouth with the most delicious motions ever. Again, nothing you could ever imagine in your own.
You could feel the heat and wetness increase in between your legs, ashamed for getting like this so fast but too focused on Ellie’s body to actually care. She purposely lifted the leg you were sitting on, shaking it the moment she felt her knee against your cunt. “You can move… it’s alright” she mumbled in between kisses, leading your waist with her hands so you could grind on her.
You knew what she liked, based on everything she’d told you before, so you did what you could, moaning on her mouth as she liked it, and letting her guide you as well. You added pressure on your own, riding her leg practically, gently jumping on it whenever you felt like you needed more.
“Yeah, just like that baby. You’re doing so good” her hands tucked your dress on your panties, right above your waist so you could move freely. Then she pushed you closer, making you rest your head on her neck. And you took the chance to do something you’ve dreamt of, tasting it and leaving marks on it along wet kisses that kept making her as wet as you.
You could hear her small whines in your ear every time your kisses an grinding combined, she could cum just by your touch, and so could you. But what was the fun in that?
“What did you dream?” her hands moved back to your ass, guiding it over her thigh, slowly. “Uhm…f-fuck” you couldn’t speak properly, too focused on the sensation “your fingers” you managed to say. It was pathetic for both, to be enjoying this so much. It didn’t feel right, but it didn’t count right?
“That all?” you shocked your head, feeling a knot of pleasure forming on your stomach and your legs getting weaker at every movement Ellie guide your body to do. “I was…on my knees” too shy to say the words out loud you gulped, hoping she’d understand “yeah? what happened first?” The grip on you tightened the moment she noticed you getting closer to your climax, making every move painfully slower “Y-Your fingers… please”
“What a good girl, already begging” her hands grabbed your waist, tight enough to make you stop “take it off, I need to see you whole or I won’t do anything” she gripped your dress as she spoke, pulling the hem of it. You hesitated before doing it, this was new for you, and for the first time ever you felt genuinely innocent with her, so dumb and ashamed of yourself.
Her lips took you out of trance, pressing them on your temple and murmuring something in between “it’s okay” kiss “you can” kiss “trust me” kiss “please baby, just let me see you” and now her eyes were in front of yours, she knew how to use the puppy eyes. You nodded, feeling Ellie’s hands slowly move to the back of your dress, unsipping it.
You stood on your knees, in between Ellie’s legs. You could feel your dress loosening as you heard the zip lowering down your body until it stopped at your lower back. You helped Ellie remove it, raising your arms so she could finally take it off, revealing your bare chest immediately, accompanied by your panties, that were removed as well.
Being completely naked in front of Ellie felt right, it didn’t count, this whole experience. But how you wish it did. The way her excitement is revealed by her eyes, wandering all over you and taking note of every mole, mark, anything that’s in your body and it’s usually unnoticed. Her eyes, her freckles, her hair, her touch and voice, all so gentle yet so hungry. She’s starving already, and you adore that.
Her breathing became erratic as how inviting you looked, she needed to touch you, to hear you and savour you whole.
Ellie tapped the sides of your waist, pushing you carefully and somehow not breaking eye contact. She need you but couldn’t get you as she wanted in her current position, so once she got you sitting in front of her, patiently waiting, she started to take her clothes off.
Being at her house, with you, she wasn’t wearing more than a hoodie she’s probably been wearing for days already. and her usual pair of boxers, already drenched under some black shorts. Ellie was quickly, motioning her hand once she finished so you could sit on her lap again.
You obeyed, sitting on her and waiting for her to instruct your movements again. Both her index and middle finger brushed your lips. You looked at her, furrowing your brows a little “open” Ellie murmured, opening her own mouth as well.
She slowly introduced them inside your mouth, unconsciously smiling at the pretty image in front of her. You took them in, brushing them with your tongue and covering them with your saliva. They moved in and out of your mouth, slowly. “good girl”
Her free hand was resting on your thigh, making small circles near your hip bone with her thumb. You wanted to move, you needed it, but the fear of making a mistake was bigger, it wouldn’t count though, but something inside you felt like it might.
Her fingers came out of your mouth, you noticed the string of saliva connecting them with your lips, letting out your tongue one las time to cut it. “You’re being so good f’ me baby” her voice came out slightly husky, breathing brushing your lips as she spoke.
Her hand trailed down your body until it came to your clit, massaging it painfully slowly and making you sigh in pleasure. She started slow, making small circles on it as her mouth kept occupied by your hardened nipples, her eyes kept fixated on you as she did her every move.
You tried pressing yourself on her, delicately coordinating your body to her motions and rubbing yourself against her fingers.
Her fingers stopped moving on your clit suddenly, moving now up and down your folds until she decided to finally let you have what you wanted, teasing your arousal by pressing the tip of her fingers right above it.
“Ellie…” you whimpered, desperately pressing yourself again her fingers. A ‘pop’ made you look down, realizing how badly she’d been covering both of your breasts with saliva “what baby?” her chin pressed in between them, looking straight into your eyes “I need you, I want you to fuck me” you begged, tightening your fists besides each side of your body, fully desperate “please”
“So pretty…asking for me” Ellie nodded, bringing your face closer to her as her fingers made their way inside you, motioning in and out of your aching cunt. She started slow and gentle, caressing your back until she heard those pretty moans you let out, and her name in small whimpers.
So she did it faster. And you did your job too, riding her fingers at some point eventually, the way they curved inside you, her knuckles hitting the outside of your cunt whenever she did it too hard and how deliciously she kept on rubbing your clit with her thumb. It was impossible for you to keep immobile.
“El, fuck…gonna cum” her smile widened, moving her face to your neck and leaving a tail of wet kisses on it, she murmured a ‘yeah?’ to which you nodded desperately, both increasing its movements until the pleasure became overwhelming, making you press you whole weight on Ellie as you got to your climax. Covering her whole hand in your juices.
“You made a mess pretty girl, mind me helping?” her fingers kept on moving some seconds after you came, abruptly removing them, eliciting a small whimper out of your lips.
You could feel your inner thighs covered in wet, she tried cleaning some of it with the rest of your thighs before moving her hand up your face again. You already knew what to do, licking them and flavoring your own taste.
She moved her face closer to yours as well, removing her fingers out of your mouth once you licked your juices off and pressing her lips on yours one last time “gotta clean you, yeah? you did good, just rest babe”
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i still hear you. (prologue)
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PAIRING: post tlou2!ellie williams x reader
SUMMARY: ellie stumbles upon your self-run town after her life is destroyed, except there's more to this town then what meets the eye. and it seems like there is more to you too.
WARNINGS: 18+ mentions of death, grief, related subjects; cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x
A/N: i've been working on this one for a while... i hope you enjoy! please send asks, reblog, and reply to this post <;3
WORD COUNT: 3k
"i still hear you laughing, but only for a minute"
Spring couldn’t come fast enough for Ellie. 
The cold still nipped at the exposed skin on her hands, ghosting the phantom limbs of the two fingers she was now missing. Everything was cold. The tip of her nose, her ears, and most importantly her heart. As she wandered aimlessly, unsure of where to go, she knew there was one place she couldn’t go: home. 
Jackson was no longer a place for her. Joel was gone, Tommy thought she was weak, and Dina…Well, Dina wanted nothing to do with her. Dina had a lot she could blame Ellie for before Ellie left, but she never did. She stayed. And now, on top of all of that, Ellie had left one of the few people in her life who cared enough about her to stay. Spring could come tomorrow but it would forever be winter inside her. 
She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she was going west. She couldn’t handle the harsh winters of the East Coast, and Wyoming stopped feeling like home before she left for Seattle. She thought about staying on the farm and living out whatever short life she was going to have there, but staying in that home painted with memories of “what ifs” would drive her crazy. 
So she packed enough supplies to last her a few months if she hunted her food and headed to the West Coast. The first few days were silent, she only encountered a few infected and found shelter in abandoned buildings. She lived off of expired food she found in vending machines in old universities and occasionally sang herself to sleep. 
On her tenth day, she found a car that lasted her about 2 days. Once it broke down, she just kept walking. Over abandoned highways and thick forests, she just kept walking. On day 17, she reached California and stumbled upon an eerily similar set of walls. It looked just like the gates at Jackson, except these were concrete and better built. They were much higher, and the gates almost looked… automatic. 
Ellie was hesitant. She didn’t know what she was looking for, but she definitely wasn’t looking for another hometown to destroy. She approached the large walls cautiously, with her hands up and slowly. As she walked closer she was screaming, “I come in peace,” over and over again. She was almost 50 feet near the gate when she heard a girl's voice shout, “Don’t come any closer.”
She stopped in her tracks as the automatic gates began to open. Ellie expected an army of people with guns blazing, just how it was when she first arrived at Jackson, but when the gates opened there just stood you, grounded in all your glory, and a gun aimed right at her face. She wanted to laugh, but that just seemed sexist. 
Instead, you pressed forward, unwavering, with your gun aimed right at her. She didn’t step backward, or even breathe, she just stood there until you were close enough to her to make out all the freckles on her face and the slit in her eyebrow. 
“Who are you?” you spat at her.
“Ellie,” she breathed out, her hands faltering a bit. 
With your hand firmly wrapped around the cold metal of the gun, you inched forward again, pulling back the slide, a metallic click echoing in the silence. The gun was loaded, and you were letting Ellie know that you weren’t afraid to shoot. Her hands stiffened again. 
“What are you doing here?” Your tone was tough and the look on your face was enough to send Ellie running for the hills, but it also made her want to crack a smile. Your nose scrunched up as you spoke, and your lips were somehow not chapped in this weather. But Ellie didn’t smile, she was sure if she did you would put one right between her eyes. That much she was sure of.
“I-” Ellie hadn’t thought this far. What was she doing here? “I’m just looking for a place to stay.” 
Your eyebrows creased as you gave her a once over, looking for any sign she was trouble. It was in your nature to search for danger, but she wasn’t raising any red flags. Except the fact that she made it here alone and unscathed, and was missing two fingers. 
“What happened to your hand?” you asked, tipping the gun slightly to her hand. A pained expression crossed her face, it was almost like she forgot that two of her fingers were quite literally bitten off, but that fight was somewhere shoved deep inside her mind. It wasn’t something she wanted to remember.
“Lost them in a fight,” she replied simply, there was no point in telling the full story. It’s not like you had the time. 
“You can’t stay here if you’re going to be trouble,” finally you put the gun down, resting your hands on your hips, giving her a firm look. Ellie would hand it to you, you were absolutely scary. In her mind, she knew she could take you, but she also wasn’t so sure of that.  
“I’m,” she sighed, lowering her hands slowly, “I’m done with that. I won’t be trouble,” and for the first time in Ellie’s life, she meant that. She was ready to start over. She knew the fighter in her would always be there, itching to come out but she had been fighting her whole life. It was time to give up. She had already lost everything. Or so she thought. 
Your face softened slightly before firming up again, your empathy peeking through like it always did. You looked her over again, sighing, as you signaled for someone at the gate to come. A man with short blonde hair trotted over, a leash in his hand. He looked kind as he offered a smile to Ellie.
“Old girl here is just gonna check to make sure you’re not infected,” he smiled, dropping the leash. Ellie’s heart rate picked up again as she watched the German Shepherd approach her slowly, sniffing around her as it circled her. You stood behind the blonde guy with your arms crossed across your chest. The dog found nothing and returned to the man, sitting down next to him, “Looks like you’re all clear!”
“Welcome to Mono City,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes as you turned back towards the gate, walking in that direction. You were halfway there when you realized Ellie wasn’t moving. Turning on your heel again you stared at her, hand on your hip again. You had an attitude, Ellie thought, cute. “You coming or what?”
The small town sat on a large lake, glistening as the sun's rays bounced off the surface. Buildings were built close together, trees without leaves scattered on the walkway, and about a hundred people out on the street as she trailed behind you, earning dirty looks from half of them. Ellie scowled back. Ellie smiled when you introduced yourself to her, telling her your name and a few key details about yourself. She learned you served as some sort of mayor here, keeping everything in order, and that you were the person that people came to. She would be lying if she said that didn’t intimidate her. But all Ellie did was give you her name again and tell you that she was from Jackson, anything else she said would fall short. 
“How are you with your hands?” you asked, voice flat and simple. Ellie choked on her words, stuttering a response. 
“I’m, well,” she coughed, “I’m just okay with them now, since,” she shrugged gesturing to what she now called her ‘bad hand’, “you know.”
A wave of guilt crossed your face as you composed yourself, somehow already forgetting your previous interaction. You shook your head solemnly, cursing quietly under your breath as you stopped. 
“Shit,” you turned to her, eyes squeezed shut, “sorry, I’m so used to asking the same questions, I didn’t even think.”
“It’s fine don’t worry about it,” she gave a tight-lipped smile. Now, with the illumination of the buildings, she could see your whole face. You were pretty, that she was sure of, but it was a more down-to-earth pretty. A type of pretty that you had to take in. You had scars around your face, and a pretty big scar down the side of your neck. It almost looked like the one Ellie had on her arm. But still, scars and all, you were just nice to look at. 
“Well, just for that reason we probably won’t have you be on guard duty,” you stated, eyes flicking around her face, “do you have any other strengths?”
“Uhm,” Ellie had to think for a minute. She had never really been asked anything like this before. What were her strengths? Did she have any at all? She used to be good at guitar, but now she couldn’t play, and that probably wouldn’t be useful at all to anyone here. She was good at art still, something she couldn’t take for granted anymore. It was all she had. The scratched-out drawings of Dina, JJ, Jesse, and Joel were stuffed deep into her bag.
“I’m good at art,” she shrugged, “and writing, maybe.”
“Okay,” you smiled, showing off your teeth, making her warm a bit, “that we can work with. Maybe you can teach at the school.”
“You have a school here?” Ellie gawked. Jackson had a school but it was small and had maybe two or three teachers. 
“Yeah,” you turned to keep walking, making Ellie stumble behind you to keep up, “we have three. An elementary, middle, and high school.”
“Wow,” Ellie was in awe, “It’s not like a military school or anything?” 
“No,” you answered quickly, your voice tight, “It’s not like any of that shit. We don’t fuck with FEDRA here.”
Ellie would be lying if she said that wasn’t music to her ears.
“It’s just like a normal school except we teach a lot more practical things. Things we can use like, cooking, science, and English. Like reading or writing. Since you’re new you will probably start with the elementary school. We also have little extracurriculars and we’ve wanted to introduce art but haven’t been able to find anyone yet.”
“Oh, cool,” was all Ellie said as you both stumbled on what looked like a residential street. There were rows of houses, all that looked the same. There was a road, with cars parked on them and driveways with gates. Most of the houses looked about two stories tall, some had toys lying in the front yards and a few animals were roaming about, small cats and dogs. The porches had furniture on them, little couches and chairs, and as she walked she noticed some people outside with mugs in their hands as if they were drinking their morning coffee. The town looked like something she saw out of a movie, only something she could dream about. Her eyes were wide in awe as you rambled on about something but Ellie was honestly too entranced in everything. Here, in the middle of nowhere was a whole town of people living their lives, as if nothing had ever happened to them. 
“Ellie?” you stopped in your tracks, crossing your arms over your chest. There was your attitude again, “are you even listening?”
“Y-yeah, I am. It’s just-”
“A lot, I know,” you sighed, “but you gotta listen, there are a lot of rules here. Rules that make this place function and if you don’t follow them, you could easily be kicked out.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, genuinely meaning it, “I’m listening, promise.”
“It’s fine,” you gave her a fake smile, turning to push open a gate to a nice house, “This will be your place.”
“Uhm,” Ellie stopped, not entering the front yard, “what do you mean ‘my place’? This is far too big for me.”
“This is the only size our houses come in,” you replied matter-of-factly, “you can just say thank you.”
Ellie blinked as she looked up at the blue house, that looked like it was built yesterday. It had a wrap-around porch and two white columns right by the entrance. The door was a giant white door with a gold handle. This was nicer than any house she’s ever been in, and way too big for one girl.  
“Thank you,” Ellie replied, still awe-struck, “this is just so nice.”
“You’re welcome,” you smiled, fishing around in your bag for something. You pulled out a pair of keys, and handed them to her, “Here’s your house keys. You don’t get a car quite yet, that’s something you have to work your way up to, but there is a bike in the garage. Spring is around the corner so it will get warmer and you should have your car by next winter so don’t worry too much. My house is right across the block, but I’m usually in the City Center if you need me.”
She wrapped her right hand around the keys, tightening them in her palm. She watched as you searched through your bag again and pulled out a little device. 
“This is your walkie,” you took a deep breath, “Try to find me before using it. It’s usually only used for emergencies so just be mindful of that. I’ll be by tomorrow to take you to work, so you have time to get settled in today. Okay?”
“Okay,” Ellie smiled, her voice sounding a little bit breathless.
That night Ellie settled into her new home. Well, she tried to settle into her new home but kept shifting around in every seat and couch, like she couldn’t find something to get comfortable on. She examined every part of the house, picking the smallest room for herself and shoving her backpack in the closet. She took a bath for the first time in months, washing all the dirt and grime off of her. Left in the shower was a bar of soap that looked like it had been handmade and unused. It smelled so good she almost took a bite, but instead chose to use it how it was meant to be used.
As the sun began to set she stepped outside, watching the activity on the block and smiling to herself. Everything just seemed so normal, but with the state of this world this town was certainly abnormal. From her window she could see you in your front yard, feeding a pack of cats that slipped through your white picket fence. She smiled to herself as she watched one rub against your leg, and your gentle hand coming down to pet it. She continued to watch as kids passed your house, waving to you and running back to their homes. 
The next few days were uneventful. Ellie found herself getting used to teaching young kids, always laughing when they asked about her missing fingers. It was out of her comfort zone, but she was around JJ enough to know what kids liked. Her voice always got so high-pitched when she spoke to them, and they liked being chased around the room. On her fifth day of working, a kid ran in screaming, “Miss Ellie! Miss Ellie!” with a chicken scratch drawing of his family. He was so proud that all Ellie could say was “Good job, bud!” and ruffle his hair. He left with the biggest smile on his face.
But now, Ellie found herself at the city’s most popular bar, with the other teachers who wanted to congratulate her on her first week. Della, who invited Ellie out in the first place, made a toast to her, clinking her glass with Ellie’s and taking a long swig of her drink. Ellie took a sip of hers too and fuck, this shit was strong. 
She felt human again, laughing with people her age in a bar and old music playing. She was almost having a good time until a song came on that reminded her of Joel. It was like her whole demeanor changed and everyone could tell. She excused herself from the group finding a small corner to sit on and finish the rest of her drink, hoping maybe it would make her forget everything. But then, the bell at the front door rang making Ellie look up to see who had entered. 
There you were in all your glory, tight shirt on and hair completely loose. It almost looked as if you were wearing makeup. Ellie must’ve been staring too long because she blinked and you were standing in front of her. 
“See you got yourself a drink,” you laughed, voice making Ellie’s cheeks turn pink. She was… really drunk.
“Yeah, I could get you one too,” she slurred a bit, goofy smile spread across her face. She watched as something odd crossed your face and now she was worried she said something wrong, “I just mean, like.. you know… I mean like as a thank you.”
“Right,” you sighed.
“For my mansion, you know,” she shrugged and you giggled. You giggled and it went straight to her head. What was she doing?
“You haven’t been paid yet,” you smiled back at her, now moving to sit down, “and it’s okay, I don’t drink unless it’s a special occasion.”
“What? Meeting me is not special enough,” she teased, knocking her shoulder with yours. Her eyes scanned your face, your smile reaching your eyes as you giggled again. Her stomach sank again. She wasn’t so sure if this was just the alcohol anymore, she felt like she was 12 and crushing on Riley again. 
“No, it’s special,” you reassured, “Maybe, I’ll drink when you decide to stay.”
“Who said I’m not staying?” she questioned sitting up.
“Some people don’t,” you shrugged, smile fading. Ellie’s brain wanted to make it better, make you laugh again, or shit do anything to put the smile back on your face. 
“Well, I’m gonna,” she said gently, so only you could hear her, “I need to get my paycheck.”
You laughed and Ellie breathed a sigh of relief, laughing with you. 
“I’ll get that to you,” you smiled, “and we don’t use paychecks.”
“What’re you gonna pay me with?” she smirked, “I know some other ways you can pay me.” Then the same look from earlier crossed your face and she cursed quietly to herself, muttering an apology. 
“No, no,” you said, like you were about to let her down gently, “I just try not to get… involved with anyone since…” your voice trailed off.
“Since?” Ellie questioned, but as you opened your mouth to speak the group from earlier made their way over, noticing your arrival and screaming your name. She watched as you got up, hugged everyone and started chatting with them, leaving her with her drink and too many questions. 
There was one thing that scared her though. She knew you needed someone who could stay, and the only thing she was good at was leaving.
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abbyonmars · 24 days
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SMUT! MDNI
fem!reader. pure porn with no plot. wc: 854
no thoughts, just servicetop!ellie
her slender fingers would run up the sides of your body with slow, tender movements. she'd want to take her time with you, despite how much your body would involuntarily squirm and wriggle under each small graze; ellie would be absolutely enamoured by how worked up you'd get over her, and she'd only want to draw more out from your pretty and quivering lips.
"shh, shh, shh," she'd whisper, moving up to brush her lips real close to your ear. "i got you. jus' stay still for me, angel."
and while one hand would occupy itself by cupping the side of your flushed face, the other would continue to trail steadily between your tits, over your heaving chest and towards your soaking heat.
"what do you need me to do?" she'd ask. the corner of her lip would tug upward meanwhile, knowing you'd fail to come up with a coherent response. as predicted, delicate, tiny whimpers would spill continuously from your mouth and she'd tut gently at you, chuckling lowly into your ear. "words, my love. i need to hear you, c'mon."
"p-please," you'd whine, eyes skirting around in desperation. anything, you needed anything. "f-fuck. need you to touch me, els."
"hmm.. mmhm," she'd almost sound smug, the way she'd hum quietly into your ear. she'd know that the simplest thing like the rasp in her voice would get you going.
she'd fight the urge to tease you just a little longer — she'd kiss the spot beneath your ear, between your scrunching brows, and the two corners of your lips. she'd take pity on your glossed over eyes and scrunching face, and would finally edge her long fingers closer and closer to the throbbing ache of your cunt.
you'd feel her middle and ring slip seamlessly through your slit, the oozing slick from your pussy coating her digits. she'd hum again, eyeing the glistening wetness and the string of it connecting you with her fingers.
"such a pretty pussy," she'd coo. "'m gonna take real good care of you, ma. my gorgeous girl."
she'd slip a finger past your folds and you'd suck it in instantaneously, clenching your sopping hole around it. she'd feel a pulse hammering in your cunt with her finger, and she'd believe wholeheartedly that your insides were just so perfectly indented with the mould of her.
she'd smile at you as you'd choke out a moan, taking it as her signal to push faster. in and out, in and out, listening intently to the wet noises of squelching bouncing around the room.
"relax," she'd whisper, kissing a trail to your jaw. "you're doing so good f'me. you sound so beautiful."
once your head would tilt back into the softness of your pillow, her mouth would find your neck and she'd suck softly, eliciting the cutest groans and wobbly noises from your throat. and with her finger still pumping in and out of you she'd play with your clit, running over it with the pad of her thumb, circling and flicking quickly to please you further.
and as if you thought you couldn't reach a higher depth of bliss, her warm mouth would wrap around your erected left nipple, the strong muscle of her tongue swirling 'round and 'round its bud. your back would arch further into her chest but she'd gently push you back into the mattress with her forearm, humming once again into your breast.
the knot in your stomach would grow tighter and tighter, the familiar tingling sensation heightening with intensity from between your thighs. as if she could tell you were close, she'd add a second finger to stretch you out even wider for her.
"c'mon," she'd grunt, her lips dripping with spit at your tits. her free hand had come down to play with your nipple as she sucked the other, filling up her mouth with you.
"e-els," you'd croak, the muscles of your lower stomach tightening and loosening rapidly. "i'm g.. i'm gonna cum..!"
"s'okay, baby, you got it," she'd mumble against you, swapping over her mouth and hand to lick at your other breast. "let go f'me, cum on my fingers."
and with that, you'd come undone. your vision would flood with white, tingling euphoria overwhelming each one of your senses.
ellie would fuck you through your high, needing to hear the sighs and gasps of pleasure before she'd take herself out of you. she'd take her fingers into her mouth to taste you, moaning quietly from the coat of your warm cum against her tongue.
she'd kiss you softly after sex, treat you with utmost sensitivity as if you were a fragile doll. never letting you move a finger, she'd be sure to clean you up and leave planted kisses along the way.
"good job, dove." she'd tuck your head into the crook of her neck, running her fingers up and down the softness of your back under the duvet. "so, so perfect."
ellie would whisper sweet words into your ear, knowing you were overcome with exhaustion. she'd hold you close, keeping you safe as you fell asleep in her arms.
i'm boutta cuhhh
my first smut piece...!
ellie lives rent free in my mind
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ellieslittlewh0re · 3 months
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I have read your story groupie love and omg did I love it, but i kept thinking about having sex with angry drunk Ellie, and I think you would be amazing at writing this.
Also read some of your other story’s i love them so much your amazing at writing.
I’m so sorry for the delay but yes!! I love this 😩💕
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"𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹"
₊˚ପ⊹. 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 - 𝖾. 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
₊˚ପ⊹. 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 - 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 (𝖽𝗎𝗁), 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀
*𝖺/𝗇 - 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 :(
God, the way I can picture this so vividly- her face reading stone cold, and practically had the words "pissed off" written across her forehead, silently sitting beside you in the back of the Uber as you two made your way back to your shared apartment. Her knuckles whitened in a fist that rested on her thigh, and even though she was looking away from you, you could see the prominent, sharp angle of her jaw clenching.
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She was drunk- well, the both of you were, but her even more so, but the tension between you two sobered you right up. She however, was still fully ignited, the alcohol proving to feed her anger further as you two made it up to your apartment.
She pushed you inside, and slammed the door behind her, giving you two the privacy she wanted to unleash whatever it is she wanted on you.
Before you could even settle in, take your shoes off, put down your purse, etc... she pushed you against the wall, and placed her hands on either side of your head, caging your body in with hers.
You say her name softly and with such submission, looking for her eyes that were hanging lowly at your chest which started to rise and fall more quickly.
"Ellie-" you said again, this time more serious as fear started to take over.
Ellie's eyes slowly came up, trailing your bare décolletage, and how your collar bones pressed against the thin layer of skin with each deep exhale of your lungs. The usually bight, and lush color of her eyes were much darker, glimmering a speck of something that bordered on sinister.
She chuckled, the whiskey on her breath fanning your lips, and you feel her hand on your side, slowly dragging her fingers up, and over your tit until it was on your jaw. Her thumb and fingers indented the skin of your cheeks as she maneuvered your face side to side like she was examining your expressions more carefully.
"Did you want her to fuck you, huh? Is that it?" She gritted, but at the same time breathed heavily with hostility and desire, hearing her own voice like this turning her on that much more-
"N-no, no, Ellie-" Your denial is cut off with a yelp as her fingers continued to dig into the sides of your face, and your lips forcing a pucker.
"I know you're not fucking stupid. She was all over you, and you-" she scoffed, dropping her hand, "- you let it happen." Her words were slurred, and she almost sounded deranged like the mere topic had refreshened the memory.
You started to defend yourself, spewing your innocence to Ellie about how you were just being friendly, and you had no other intentions besides the fact that you simply enjoyed the conversation, but it fell on deaf ears.
Ellie's lips were on yours. The front of her body flush with your chest, and her hands grabbing you all over. She deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue inside as you parted your lips to let out a small gasp.
She broke away, her eyes glazed with drunken lust, focusing more heavily on your swollen, spit coated lips before quickly closing the space once more.
"Bed." She mumbled against your mouth, pulling you away from the plaster by your waist, and sloppily directing the two of you down the hall to your shared bedroom.
Finally, she had you, behind closed doors, and at her mercy. Any other time, she would've taken her time teasing you, edging you, but she was drunk, mad, and so fucking eager to take care of the mess inside her boxers.
She forcibly kissed you, backing you up into the room until the back of your knees buckle against the bed, causing you to fall back onto it.
She crawled on top, holding your hand down by your wrist, and her lips stinging into the flesh of your neck.
Ellie pulled away breathless, and quickly took notice how your hips were squirming against her calculatedly placed knee between your thighs.
She scoffs a chuckled, "oh yeah?", and skimmed the palm of her hand up your thigh, pushing the hem of your dress up until the pink lace of your panties were exposed.
A small wet patch over your center welcomed her feeding eyes.
Ellie practically drooled at the sight, damn near choking on her own spit that overflowed inside her mouth from the mere thought of your taste on her tongue- the flimsy, see through fabric clinging to your puffy lips definitely not helping her desperation.
Ellie sucked the air through her teeth, placing her fingers on the plush of your lower stomach, and moved her thumb down your folds, exhaling an erotic breath as she did so.
Her brows knitted together, almost as if she was physically in pain because holy fuck-
She curled her fingers under the delicately sewn hem, pulling your panties down your legs and tossing it to the side. She mumbled a guttural "fuck" under her breath, spreading your knees apart with haste and a certain impatience that left a lingering sting.
Her lips and chin slowly disappear as she lowered herself down, and made her presence known by fanning warm breaths against your cunt before tempting a taste, but she was tempting herself just as much as she was tempting you. One lick wasn't enough. Hell, it would never be enough unless Ellie was smothered in your slick, dripping down her neck, and struggling to breathe with her nose buried inside you.
She needed more.
"Sit on my face." She more so demanded, positioning herself on the bed, and her hands already on your waist, pulling you on top of her. 
"But Ellieuhh~" You wined against her lips until it turned into soft moans inside her mouth, her tongue twirling against your spongy muscle.
You straddled her waist and let her deepen the kiss however she wanted. Her hands began trailing under your dress, over your sides, and tits- palming and kneading the fat between her slender fingers.
Your clit thumped against her crotch- so hard to the point you were embarrassed she would feel it, but if only you knew how badly she ached for the same reason.
Your dress is peeled off your back and over your head- again being tossed somewhere without much thought from Ellie. And your hands were eager to do the same, both of you putting in the effort to take off Ellie's flannel, and Ellie taking it upon herself to discard her t-shirt underneath.
Your lips clash for another round, Ellie's arms cradling in the small of your back to hold your front closer to hers-
She broke away- lips glistening in a mixture of spit, casting a rose hue, and her irises blown wide-
"Fucking sit-" She gritted, her fingers tightening into the mounds of your ass before lightening her grip, "please." Her eyes softened- this time, begging.
What kind of girlfriend would you be to deny such a pretty little thing like herself of such needs? Especially when she asks so nicely.
You nodded shyly, and her arms wrapped around the underside of your thighs as you positioned yourself over her freckled face, your cheeks burning hotter by the second from the vulnerable position.
"What if I'm too heavy- ah-!" You yelped, the force of her hands pulling you down to her mouth catching you off guard, and definitely underprepared.
Your concerns seemed insufficient, and distant- her skilled tongue between your folds- lapping, and suctioning until her cheeks hallowed-
You melted against her tongue, slowly circling your hips and her fingers spreading the skin of your inner thighs so that she could wedge herself deeper into you.
Your hand breaks away from the headboard, coming down to intertwine your fingers in Ellie's hairline, squeezing her auburn locks close to the scalp, and held her in place as you dragged your cunt against her open mouth, using her like a toy.
Not like she was complaining.
"E-el... m'gonna cum-" You babbled, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, and rolling your head back, completely captivated in the pleasure that you didn't even notice how one of Ellie's hands was absent from your thigh, and had sunk below her waistband.
Ellie's moans became louder, muffled, but still audibly louder, sending a deep rattle into your core as her hips rolled up into her fingers, fucking herself, but with much more restraint than you'd expect from a drunk person. But the truth is, she didn't want to cum like this.
You release her hair, needing the extra hand to steady yourself.
Your voice pitched as you dragged your hips for the final time across her face, strings of slick still connecting the both of you as you lifted your hips away.
With wobbly legs, you start to carefully lift yourself, but you weren't moving fast enough for her.
Your body bounces against the springs of the mattress from the sheer speed of her attack, pushing you down with her on top of you.
You feel her hand wrapped around your airway, squeezing the sides enough to feel a certain dizziness that had you melting.
She kissed you, immediately giving you a taste of yourself on her tongue.
"Did you think we were done?" Her breath fanned over your ear, intoxicating you all over again, which gave Ellie just the right amount of time to distract you, shoving her pants and boxers down her legs before you could comprehend what was happening.
Ellie lifted herself, her abs flexing with each heave of her lungs, moving one of your legs the outside of hers by your ankle.
The smallest whine leaves your lips once you see her... like really see her, dancing your gaze from her face and down to the prominent 'v' shape of her hips, calculating her every move.
Ellie was eager. And she had absolutely no issue handling you more roughly to suit her needs, whether it be supporting her weight on the back of your thigh, pressing your knee into your chest, or stretching you to new lengths that burned your muscles.
And that's exactly what she did.
She wedged herself between your legs, all of her weight on you as she lowered herself, letting out a relieved sigh and tossing her head back as her cunt made contact with yours.
Her hipbones protruded with each rhythmic motion of her hips, starting slowly at first but quickly getting faster to match her desperation. As sensitive as you were, you wouldn't dare push her away, not when she was this close, and definitely not when she's mad, knowing she could make this so much worse for you.
Her green eyes disappeared behind her paper thin lids, and her head goes back, "You have no idea how- mmhm... how badly I've wanted to do this all night." Her voice was shaky, airy, but still maintained a bitter undertone that reminded you how you got here in the first place.
Ellie's patience was thinning, and the restraint she maintained up until this point had gone out the window.
Your eyes glazed over, watching her with a dumb, fucked out expression, and your jaw loosely hung to let out small, pathetic whines.
Ellie, however, was pussy drunk. There was no other way to explain it. Her brows cinched together at the middle and pushed on your leg, spreading you further apart to ensure full contact before collapsing on top of you, breathing into her neck, "pussy s'good- fuck... you make me feel so good..." Her fingers wrapped around your neck, her lips lazily dragging over your jaw and cheek to plant delicate kisses, which completely contradicted what she was doing below.
Her head drops, and you feel her grip close in around your airway, rutting her hips at a much shorter and jagged pace than before.
You whined her name and sunk your nails into her forearm, your head fuzzy and bordering on unconsciousness.
"Shit...fuck-" She lifted her head from your chest and met your eyes, "-I know, baby. I know." Her voice was soothing, filled with so much sympathy, but it didn't make her any less relentless.
She shushes you with her lips on yours, adding her own moans to the mixture as tears stain your cheeks and seep between the kiss, leaving a salty/sweet tinge on your tongue.
Her hips started to falter before continuing, dragging out a few more long and weary thrusts, her moans ricocheting into the back of your throat until her hips finally stilled.
She softens the kiss, pecking the corner of your mouth before pulling away, and lifts a hand to run the back of her knuckles over your cheek- so sweet and so comforting with the alcohol weakening in her bloodstream, making her realize the anger she felt before was misplaced.
Sweat gleamed across the highs of her cheeks and across her nose, the vibrant hue of her eyes returning and practically begging to be forgiven.
"I love you." She whispers, her voice slightly horse and dry, flickering her eyes to various points of your face.
No, it wasn't the traditional "I'm sorry", but you knew what she meant.
Your hands come up, cupping the sides of her face, and pull her down to your lips.
"Apology accepted."
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venuiscmind · 2 months
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Bartender!Ellie & Co-Worker!Ellie <3.
Just some headcannons for the 3-5 part series im cooking up since I finally have time to write!!! Please show some love for this as it will really motivate me to write more for this. Smut below!
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Bartender! Ellie who has you stunned the first day you see her in her all black, tight, fitted uniform. Sleeves rolled up to her veiny, tattooed forearms, dripping with the syrup from the cocktails she was shaking over her shoulders. Dark, black pants that fit her legs perfectly as she moves around the bar.
Bartender! Ellie who keeps her eyes fixed on you while you bend down to hear a customer's order in the busy and loud bar. You turn feeling eyes on you but only see Ellie turning back to pour a drink for a customer.
Bartender! Ellie who gradually opens the buttons of her black shirt during her shift when it gets too hot, showing off the pale but flushed and sweaty skin underneath, adorned with glinting silver chains.
Bartender! Ellie who flirts back with all the pretty girls who press themselves against the bar trying to give her their number. (She throws them out after every shift because they’re lacking something she can't place).
Bartender! Ellie who is immediately in the face of a man who has stepped a little too close to you and has gotten too loud and rude for her liking.
Bartender! Ellie who drives a pretty, sleek car to work and is constantly offering you rides to and from work because you shouldn't have to worry about driving yourself.
Bartender! Ellie who keeps you up till 5am after your shift texting you about anything and everything she could think of to keep you talking, all because she liked hearing you talk.
Bartender! Ellie who pull off her shirt over her head and immediately sinks against the heat of the shower but can't get you out of her head for some reason.
Bartender! Ellie who is constantly offering to make you drinks after your shift when the bar has been closed down, leaving only the two of you to lock up together.
Bartender! Ellie who has to keep her eyes focused on pouring your drink instead of looking at the curves of your form sitting up on the top of the dark marble counter. Her heart (and other places) flutter seeing you like this.
Bartender! Ellie who's tattoo flexes while she clenches her fists when you're not looking, trying to keep herself grounded while she watches your legs cross atop the bar, something she would never be able to catch if she hadn't secretely swapped shifts to be able to lock up with you.
Bartender! Ellie who takes off her apron and button up shirt to change into a loose dark hoodie that makes you swallow hard. She pulls up her hood letting loose tendrils of hair fall out of it before manspreading and turning her keys in the ignition.
Bartender! Ellie who keeps on the silver rings she wears during her shift to clench the steering wheel as she speeds into your neighbourhood blaring music with the windows open at 4am after work. (She later swears she wasn't even driving that fast).
Bartender! Ellie who has to take a breath when you invite her into your house which is impossibly tidy and she actually offers to take off her shoes because of this.
Bartender! Ellie who has to hold back her questions of whether she can marry you or not when you offer her glasses of water and bits of food you can scrounge up for her.
Bartender! Ellie who stares at you, feeling her pupils dilate and her breathing turn rough just looking at you standing in your kitchen.
Bartender! Ellie who stands up and hooks her arms around your middle and rests her head on your shoulder as you do the dishes at 5am.
Bartender! Ellie who begs you to "please tell me I'm not the only one who feels like this because I can't keep ignoring this because fu-".
Bartender! Ellie who is shocked when you turn around to put her face in your hands and smile at her, inches from her face, stroking lovingly. When she slowly moves forward you pull back an inch wanting to savour this look on her face, basking in the mutual desire that you both felt.
Bartender! Ellie who whispers " are you sure"? against your lips with her green eyes boring into your own. You nod, and murmur "Yes ellie, I've been sure for weeks" and press your soft lips into her soft and slightly chapped lips.
Bartender! Ellie who has to move her hands from your hips to the counter to steady herself once she allows herself to give into the sensation of kissing you. She can't think with her hand and mouth full of you, and only you.
Bartender! Ellie who pulls back and finds herself being pulled into your bedroom, your fingers interlaced with hers, never leaving her seperated from you again.
Bartender! Ellie who sits back on your bed, watching in awe of the woman before her, as you strip off your work shirt and pants, leaving you in your soft underwear in the light of dawn, peaking through your curtains.
Bartender! Ellie who grips your hips like her life depends on it when you climb into her lap and lies back against the sheets, face and skin turning pink as you press yourself against her toned body.
Bartender! Ellie who lets you strip her down in kind and lets you kiss down between her tits, pawing at them as you press your lips against the soaked spot on her black boxers. She has to remember to breathe when you pull them down leaving her in nothing.
Bartender! Ellie who feels exposed and vulnerable, shaking underneath you while you lick and slurp against her soaked pussy, tasting her like she was the sweetest thing in the world.
Bartender! Ellie who groans out "oh fuck me, right there"- and holds your head gently against her clit when you suck on that spot that has her arching off the bed, her eyes rolling back into her skull. She wraps her legs around your head and shoulders and begs, actually begs you not to stop because she is so fucking close to cumming all over your tongue.
Bartender! Ellie who forgets to breathe again when she feels your fingers press against her slicked and soaked entrance and push into her causing her to melt, shake and press against you to push them deeper inside of her.
Bartender! Ellie who cums when you suck just at the right time with your fingers pushing in and out of her, hitting that sweet spot in her over and over.
Bartender! Ellie who pulls you up by then chin to kiss you, and taste herself fom your mouth and brings your hand up to your lips to taste her again. She then kisses you deeper than you had ever been kissed, tongue invanding your senses until all you can think of is her and her only.
LOL i actually got so horny writing this but hope you enjoyed!!! more to come very soon i promise <;3. - Venuis!
Btw asks and submissions are open so give me some inspo plsplspls xxxx
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A screenshot of a savage starlight poster on EBay, going for the $49 that Ellie can’t cough up.
A selfie of Ellie and Joel at an NFL game for the Dallas Cowboys. Joel’s frowning because they lost, Ellie’s smiling because she gets to go home.
A photo of the stars from when she was visiting Jackson.
A snapchat of Ellie, Joel, Tommy, and you playing monopoly as a massive argument over property starts out. The screen then effectively goes black as the phone is dropped and a loud crash is heard. Then, a flipped table is seen once it it picked up again.
A video of Ellie skulling down a beer with Jesse and Dina behind her, before throwing it to the side and dry heaving because it was warm.
A video of Ellie, Jesse, and Dina running the fuck away from security while laughing - the video showing their shoes and the road only - because they chose to record that in a gated park at midnight.
A video you secretly took of her while she was driving late at night, the roads around you just woods and darkness. In the background you can hear Joel’s playlist faintly as Ellie keeps rambling on about the full moon that night, and which stars and constellations to look out for. And in her window side reflection you see yourself smiling dumbly at Ellie, because it’s when she talks about the things she cares about that you remember why you fell in love with this girl.
Grainy photo of her Call of Duty ranking on her pc (she forgot how to screenshot).
Screenshot of her Fortnite ranking.
Screenshot of her Rocket League ranking.
A photo of a pissed off looking Jesse in the backseat of Ellie’s car, with soda all over him. The Live Photo shows the exact moment it spilled after Ellie hit a speed bump too fast.
A saved Snapchat of Jesse trying to wipe it off with a sweater Ellie left in the back, to the sounds of Ellie’s threats after he did that, and the shaking of the camera as you try not to laugh.
A photo of “No Pun Intended” volume three.
A screenshot of your drunk texts, sappy ‘I love you’s with typos and all.
A screen recording of your recent FaceTime with Ellie. You’re at work and she’s panicking in the bathroom with all of this drugstore makeup around her. You’re trying not to laugh as she’s figuring out how to use a beauty blender on her neck while cussing you out for leaving so many hickeys the night before. She then looks at the phone and starts cussing you out for laughing.
A live photo of a shooting star.
Thirty seven 0.5x selfies of yourself in her deleted folder, and 19 blurry photos of her running towards you, trying to grab her phone - you stole it while she was in the shower.
A screen recording of a Tiktok because the saves were off, showing a tutorial on making a flower bouquet with pipe-cleaners.
A photo of Ellie's split lip, after she tried to open a beer bottle with her teeth.
A screenshot of the groceries list from her notes app.
A video sent to her from Joel, from a small gathering back in Jackson during Summer. Everyone's all by the house, talking and laughing loudly. Someone's on the barbecue and someone's bringing food out from the house, much to everyone's cheering. Some old 70's playlist is playing faintly from inside, and there's a few people dancing to it. But then the camera pans down to the left, where you and Ellie are sitting near some steps, her head on your shoulder as you laugh at something she said. Then the video gets shaky from Joel trying hit the 'stop record' button as Tommy comes up to him and sees you both. And faintly in the background, you might hear him say something about Ellie marrying you someday, but only if you listen close enough.
A bathroom mirror picture of her and Jesse wearing suits and black glasses to go and see the minions movie.
A selfie of her and JJ in her lap, who’s grabbing the camera and smiling while she's not paying attention to what he's doing.
A screenshot of a very short haircut.
A screenshot of your very emotional texts telling her not to get that haircut.
A video of her dead asleep on your lap, with you brushing her hair out of her face as she scrunches her face in her sleep, before relaxing at your hand cups the side of her face softly.
A photo of her face after JJ tried to put 'makeup' on her.
A video of you all singing happy birthday to Joel, who's wearing a pink glittery tiara that says '60' in cursive.
A video of Ellie smushing a small chunk of cake on his face.
A video of Joel smushing a full piece of cake in her face.
A video of you both laughing in the bathroom while trying to get the cake off Ellie's face and shirt. You're wiping her face with a dishtowel while she's sitting on the counter, and when you lean in and reach behind her to wet the cloth in the sink, she just pulls you closer into a kiss. It turns into a messy makeout session, the cake still everywhere on her face.
A screenshot of your texts with Joel later that night-
'Happy birthday! cake tasted great'
'But you didn't take a piece the entire party?'
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ourautumn86 · 5 months
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you love it when i play with you
ellie williams x fem! reader
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summary; you play with your gf, who needs you. a couple of texts would have her on your bed, and you, a mess.
cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, teasing, strap on usage (r receiving), strap sucking, throat fucking, mentions of smoking (ellie’s high), choking, hair pulling, so much tension, dirty talking, reader being a tease, ellie showing her her place, tit and nipple play, multiple positions (one of them being riding), multiple orgasms, begging, praise kink, praising, no use of y/n…
a/n; i reached the 10 picture maximum so sorry for the messages change :(🎀
it was a calm saturday afternoon, rain pouring down in mid october as you sat on your bed, a book in between your hands as you read, listening to the soft music blasting through your speakers.
though your attention quickly drifted at the sound of a new notification coming from your phone. it was a message. from your girlfriend.
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you smiled, leaving your book aside to take your phone in between your hands and unlock it to read it.
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you bit down on your lip, your eyebrows rising at the message. you quickly typed an answer.
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you patiently waited as you saw the bubble of writing appear, the phone in between your hands buzzing with the entry of a new message.
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you felt your belly warm up, your pussy throb. even more when she attached a image to this messages.
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you flushed, thighs pushing together. you knew what she was doing. and you knew how to play this game.
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you smirked. ellie’s reddish eyes were feeling heavier at the sight of your beautiful tits. you were wearing her favorite camisole.
she sighed, lips wetting her lips. she wanted them on her mouth.
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ellie groaned, her hand cupping her clothed cunt, which was tingling and throbbing, starting to soak up her boxers.
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ellie swore her heart must have stopped. her hand pushing inside her boxers, fingers diving in between her slick folds, sighing at the feeling. she was indeed so wet.
you noticed the message had been read but she wasn’t answering, so you decided to push on her buttons just a little bit more.
are you wet, ellie?
ellie bit down on her lip, her fingers drawing soft circles on her clit.
you know i am, baby
now, why don’t you let me see you, hm?
you blushed, biting down on your lip before pulling down on your camisole to free your breasts and snap a picture, your hardened pretty nipples showing for your girlfriend.
new photo attached
ellie was getting dressed as soon as she opened it, getting ready as quickly as possible to pull up her legs her jeans and put on her old dirty black converse. she squirmed at the feeling of the wet patch in between her thighs as she walked towards the door.
omw
she typed with one hand as she grabbed the keys of her car.
you shook your head, slightly giggling as you got up from your bed, going towards your vanity to put on some lipgloss and perfume. you looked at yourself on the reflection and smiled. ellie didn’t live very far, so by the time you were done she was pulling at your door, using the key you had gifted her to get inside, running upstairs to your room, where you awaited her on your knees, sitting in the bed.
she groaned when she saw you, feeling dizzy. “you look like a fucking angel.” your doe pretty eyes looked up at her as she approached you, breathing heavy and pupils dilated. you could tell she had been smoking, maybe that’s why she’d gotten so horny. ellie always got horny while high. her cold hand took a grip of your chin, leaning down, her lips brushing your shiny ones. the same lips that had kissed every single crevice of your body. “i wanna ruin you.” you smiled against her lips, that angelical smile that couldn’t deceive her anymore.
“yeah?” you inquired her, and she chuckled, the hand on your chin coming down onto your neck, squeezing. she loved it when you’d taunt her. it only made her hungrier. you left a soft breath against her mouth, a silent moan at the feeling of her hand slightly cutting off your blood flow, making you feel dizzy. the tension could be cut with a knife. it only made you wetter.
“you have a lot to say today, don’t you?” she inquired. “teasing me through texts…, teasing me with a hand around your neck... you make it seem as if i couldn’t fuck the attitude right outta you, baby. is that what you want? want me to fuck some sense into that pretty little head of yours, hm? want me to help you remember your place?” she squeezed tighter, and this time, you whimpered. “i think you do.” she muttered, right against your ear, shivers running down your spine and goosebumps rising on your skin. her lips slightly traced your cheek, all the way back to your lips. “now say please.”
“please.” you breathed out, feeling your cunt throb under her green eyes.
“good girl.” she smirked, pulling away from you, making you whimper. she hushed you. “shh, it’s okay baby. i’m just gonna give that pretty little mouth of yours something to be busy with.” your eyes fell to her hands, which were unzipping her jeans. you hadn’t noticed the bulge underneath the denim, underneath her boxers. your mouth watered. you watched as she got rid of her clothes, leaving herself on just her white wife-beater, perky nipples showing and poking through. her strap was laying low on her hips, 7 inches of silicone, detailed with veins. you were drooling. she noticed. “open.” she ordered, the tip against your lips, and you followed, parting them not before leaving a kitten lick to the tip, making her grunt. “fucking tease.” you smirked, although you were gagging soon enough for it to disappear. “just needed to get that smirk fucked out of your face, hm?” one of her hands laced on your hair, and you moaned around the strap, taking it as deep as you could. “that’s it. take that cock.” she sighed, watching as your pretty eyes looked up at her, springing with tears, your lips around her dick as you bobbed your head. she swore she could feel it. “let me see your boobs, baby.” she said, and you pulled down your camisole, letting your tits show. she groaned. “that’s it. go ahead and touch them for me. give me a show, doll.” your hands cupped them, fingers pinching your nipples for them to swell. you moaned, and ellie’s hips thrusted in your mouth, making you gag. you tried to breath through your nose, closing your eyes as you relaxed your throat for her to fuck. “that’s it baby, open up for me.” she then slowly started to go deeper, until your lips were hitting the base of the strap and drool was trailing down your chin and neck. “look at you. so fucking messy… atta girl. deep and sloppy. just how i like it.” you whimpered, her thrusts getting harsher. you were sure your voice would be fucked up tomorrow morning. “fuck.” you gasped for air when she pulled back, cock plopping out of your lips, spit connecting you to the silicone. her thumb caressed your bottom lip, pulling from it to push inside your mouth. you suckled on it, your tongue playing with it. she bit down on her own, and before you knew it she was on top of you, and her tongue was inside your mouth. you moaned, thighs spreading open for her to get in between them, your hands on her hair. tugging and making her groan. “i’m so fucking horny right now, you have no idea. you drive me fucking crazy.” your back arched as her hands cupped your breasts. “best fucking tits ever. can’t wait to see them bouncing as you ride my dick, baby. you’re gonna look so pretty dicked down, all full of me.” you whined, her lips on your nipples, sucking and kissing, and bruising your skin.
“ellie…” you moaned her name.
“get this off.” she groaned, pulling from your camisole up your body, throwing it aside to find you completely bare underneath her. “fuck, baby.” her eyes fell to your soaked cunt.
“they’d just get on the way.” you muttered, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. your hair was a mess, and your eyes were glazed over. you looked like a fucking wet dream.
“so fucking needy…” you screamed when her fingers dived in between your slick folds, fingertips soaking wet. “look at her, she’s so ready for me…” she smirked, circling your clit before pushing one of her fingers inside, letting out lewd squelches every time she’d push it in and out of your cunt. “you hear that? she’s begging for it.”
“fuck.” you moaned as she added her ring finger, curling them to hit your g spot.
“right there, huh?“
“ellie please, need your cock…”
“be patient baby, gotta open you up on my fingers first, don’t want it to hurt.”
“i do. i want it to hurt.” you whispered against her lips, and something crossed through her eyes.
“yeah? want it to hurt baby? want me to split you open with my cock?” you nodded, your back arching as she fucked you with her fingers harder, deeper. “of course you do. you want nothing more than to be a little fuck doll, don’t you? wanna go dumb on my dick. want me to fuck you stupid, hm?”
“yes please ellie, please…” she groaned, pulling her fingers out of you to grab the strap and dip it’s tip in between your folds. it was already lubed up with your spit. you shivered, whimpering as your hips pushed against it, needing more.
“what a good girl. asking for it so nicely. i might as well just give it to you, huh?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she suddenly trusted inside, stretching you out ‘till you felt her in your gut. you were breathless… it hurt, but it hurt so good. “thaat’s it. nice and deep.” she swore she could feel it, the way you were clenching around the silicone as she slowly pulled back, watching your lips engulfing the strap. “fuck baby, so tight…” it was as if you didn’t want to let her go, swallowing her inside. “you’re gonna milk my cock dry.” you moaned when she pushed back inside, the tip hitting your g spot.
your legs surrounded her waist, nails digging on her back, pulling at her shirt to completely undress her. you two were now a tangled naked mess, hips thrusting against the other, moans and grunts filling the room. you two were needy for each other, desperate. she was fucking into you faster now, lips on your neck, on your chest, hands playing with your nipples, fondling your breasts. you were a disaster of moans and ‘more, ellie more’s.
“so good, oh fuck baby. so good for me.” she groaned, the back of the strap rubbing her clit in just the perfect way. “my pretty girl just needed me to fuck her dumh, huh? i can do that. gonna make this pussy feel so good it’ll cry for me.” you whimpered, feeling your orgasm approaching with each harsh thrust, they reached and hit your g spot perfectly. she always fucked you so good.
“ellie, fuck, just like that, shit!” you were a babbling mess, tripping over your words as your back arched.
the room was filling up with the lewd sounds your pussy made fitting her cock inside you. you were so wet it was pooling and making a mess of your sheets.
“just take it baby. be a good girl and take my cock.” she grunted.
“i’m cumming. i’m gonna cum!” you cried out, and her fingers moved to rub on your clit fast and harsh circles to push you closer to your release.
“that’s it. cum for me.” you screamed as it hit you, ellie desperately fucking you to extend it. your moans being cut off by each harsh thrust. “fuck yeah. scream for me doll.”
“ellie!” your back arched, your thighs shaking.
“atta girl. cream my cock baby. give it to me.”
once you came down from it, she was kissing your neck, sucking bruises that you’d proudly wear tomorrow. you moaned, hands on her hair as she slowly stopped her thrusts, groaning. oh fuck she had been so close… her clit was throbbing.
you tugged from her hair when you felt her rock against you, the tip of the strap kissing your g spot, making you whimper.
“give me one more.” she begged. “just one more, baby.” you moaned, nodding, and before you knew it she was back at fucking you.
but you wanted to please her. “let me…” you breathed out, and soon enough ellie was on her back, you straddling her with her cock deep inside your cunt. she watched as you begun to rock her hips, the back of the strap bumping against her clit, easily sliding in between her beyond soaked folds.
“oh fuck.” she moaned, her hands finding your ass to guide your movements. “just like that. fuck me. fuck my cock.” you whined, hands on her abdomen to brace yourself.
“so deep… you’re so deep.” you whimpered. her eyes were on your tits, how they bounced with every roll of your hips, with every jump. she groaned. you looked like a fucking angel, and she was so close… you could feel it too, the high of another orgasm approaching, still sensitive due to your first one.
“pussy so good… she’s swallowing me right up, huh? she loves it. loves my cock.” she babbled, far too gone to think straight.
“ellie, i’m gonna cum…” you moaned, and her hands came up to your breasts, pinching your nipples. your clit was rubbing against the base of her strap.
“yeah? gonna cum again, doll? gonna give me another one?” you nodded. “of course you are, such a good girl for me. come on honey. let me see you fall apart.” it didn’t take long before you were screaming, creaming all over her cock. your cum was in a white ring on its base. at the sight ellie couldn’t help but follow, moaning and whimpering as she came, guiding your hips once again to fuck the two of you through it. “fuckfuckfuck…”
after that ellie had you suck clean her cock.
and maybe her pussy too.
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ohcaptains · 1 year
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don’t you dare fall in love. 
pairing. dealer college student! ellie williams x f! reader. 
synopsis. ellie tries her hardest not to mix business with pleasure. or, ellie gets a new customer and unfortunately falls in love with her.  warnings. 18+. drug dealing, references to anxiety, sexually explicit descriptions. eventual: smut, stalkerish behavior, violence, drunk/high kissing, homophobic behavior & slurs. 
an. trying my hand at dealer!ellie and it turned into a near eight thousand word fic. planning for this to be multi chap because i’m insane. please comment and reblog, it really makes the effort worth it<3 i hope u enjoy.
Mid-lecture, Ellie’s phone buzzes.
The girl next to her snaps to her in disgust, as if Ellie had smacked her with the device. The lecture hadn’t been all that interesting, anyway. Lord knows why this girl was so infuriated by a break from Johnathan Bailey’s spiel on eighteenth-century food prices.
Ellie hated this class. Professor Bailey had the innate ability to make History boring, when in High school, it had been one of Ellie’s favourite subjects. She was just thankful that she hadn’t picked it as her major, or she’d be gunning to change it.
Ellie leans forward towards the shared desk, and raises her eyebrows at the girl, as if to say, dude, before picking her phone up and unlocking it to a text from Dina.
Hey, expect a text from someone. I gave her your number.
As if on cue, the second phone she kept at the bottom of her bag buzzes. The girl shoots her another glare. Ellie chooses to ignore her. Glancing at the lecturer, she puts the phone under the desk and texts Dina back.
She cool?
Ellie only dealt to a select trustworthy few.
Three dots pop up, followed by: Yeah, she’s in my social studies class. She’s cool.
Then, almost immediately, another text, reading just: gay.
Ellie scoffs. The girl beside her flinches, and she nearly twists to her, asking what her problem is.
Thanks, she texts, deciding against it. She does glance up to the lecturer again, though, but he’s too busy talking about the famine to notice Ellie texting.
Not that it matters, she types.
Though, it sort of did. Ellie always had a weakness around pretty girls, which was incredibly bad for business. She always ended up with slashed prices and a broken heart. She wasn’t looking for new customers, especially pretty gay customers. Though Dina never usually did this, so she guesses the girl must be desperate. Ellie was a generous type. (Especially around pretty gay girls)
No? Dina responds, followed by a slew of side-eye emojis. Well, at least you’re supporting the community.
I supply to multiple communities Dina; my shop is very inclusive.
Whatever, she’s cute. And she’s single.
Ellie rolls her eyes, typing, Why don’t you get with her? and the three bubbles stay moving for a while, as Dina types and re-types her response. Finally, she settles on, Jesse and me are a thing again.
Ellie’s thumbs smash into the screen, When did that happen?
Last Ellie heard; they were on a break.
Last night, at the party you decided not to go to.
Dude, I had an essay to finish.
Whatever – anyway, this girl is cool, so be nice.
When the lecture ends, Ellie shrugs her laptop into her backpack, followed by a half-finished, bitten biro and her battered notebook. She slides the spare phone out, thumbing the smashed screen and slipping it into her back pocket. When she leaves the hall and starts walking through campus, she pulls the phone out.  
Hey! Dina gave me your number. She said I can buy from you?
Then, a minute later. Or we can go through Dina if you’re more comfy with that, idm !!!
Ellie sniffs a smile. She always preferred selling to girls – they were nicer than the gross frat boys she used to sell to. Even if she did grow attached. In first year, she used to sell out of her Dorm. Used to sell to anyone, really – nearly got caught by campus security. If it wasn’t for Dina stashing her shit, she’d probably still be in jail right now. Now, she kept a low profile.
She trusted Dina’s word – if she said a customer was cool, they were cool.
No, she types. This is cool. Who sold to you before? Then, or is this a first?
About a minute later, her phone buzzes again. No, you’re not my first lol.
Ellie scoffs a laugh, shaking her head at herself. She makes her way to the library, pushing her headphones on. Another buzz, Guy I used to use started getting weird.
She frowns, typing, From campus?  
Yeah :/ think he fell in love with me or something.
Ellie slots her ID over the gates of the library and pushes in.
Mindlessly, she types, Promise I won’t fall in love with you. Bad for business.
In the back of her head, she thinks, please don’t be really pretty and funny. Please don’t be really pretty and funny. She reaches her usual table – hidden away under a closed-off stairwell in a quiet subsection – and dumps her bag on the desk, pulling her jacket off. Her phone buzzes again.
Lol, please don’t. Too much hassle finding someone new to buy from. Everything was cool until he started putting love notes in the bags.
She’s typing immediately, Whaaaaaat?
She suddenly feels bad. This girl didn’t need another creepy dealer falling for her.
Yeah:/
Sorry that happened, that’s not cool.
Thank you:) Anyway, yeah – is it cool to pick up?
Ellie pauses. She chews on her bottom lip – a nervous habit she’s yet to break – and types, I don’t have anything with me.
:(
Pushing her lips together, Ellie thinks to herself. She comes to a quick conclusion, hoping and begging that it doesn’t blow up in her face.
You on campus? She asks.
Yeah.
Meet me at the library if u wanna.
Yeah? Three good?
She checks her watch – 1:30. Enough time to finish the history assignment she was procrastinating.
Yeah, she types, throwing her battered phone to the table before pulling out her laptop. The device buzzes again. She glances at it.
You’re a lifesaver<3
 At three, Ellie texts back.
Coming now, lmk when you’re there.
Already here:) on the benches. Pink backpack.  
Ellie spots the backpack, and then spots you. You’re sitting on the bench, leg over the over, and scrolling on your phone. Casual black pants cling to your legs, riding up your thighs, resting tight around your hips, where you’d haphazardly tucked in a blue loose tank. The arm holes are jagged, and as you move, Ellie sees the band of your black bra, and the smooth skin beneath.
She pauses in the doorway, getting a good look, but also getting in the way of a guy trying to get in.
“Dude—” he juts, and Ellie spits a curse, hands up in apology. When she turns back to you, you’re already looking at her. Curious eyes take her in. Down-turned brows, pursed lips, and you lick them, smoothing your hand over your knee. You scan her, trying to figure out if it's her, Ellie guesses, and she goes hot under your gaze, all too aware of her limbs as she walks towards you.
“Ellie?” you ask, squinting up at her. Your hand comes up to shield your eyes from the sun. Ellie ignores how cute you look with your features scrunched together. Professional, she tells herself.
God, she is pretty.  
She tries to look casual. Throws in a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah, that’s me. “ She nods to you, managing to school her features. “Dina didn’t tell me your name.” “Oh yeah,” you say, introducing yourself. You get up from the bench, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Ellie sees the baby blue water bottle peeking out of the side pocket. She registers that you’ve matched your water bottle to your outfit and decides it's best to ignore the resulting fizz in her belly.
As you move, she’s cloaked in a cloud of citrus. Jesus fuck okay. She breathes in deep through her nose, getting another whiff of your perfume. She steps back, trying to get away from the intoxicating scent. Jabs a thumb in the direction out of campus. Thinks, let's get this over with.
“I gotta go to my apartment to get it, you cool with that?”
You nod, seemingly agreeing, but she notices you picking at your nails. The air changes a little, humming with electricity as nerves suddenly wash off you. She doesn’t know why – she isn’t all that scary. Though, she guesses, she is when she’s trying to be serious. She unclenches her jaw.
She turns to go, but you don’t move. “Err, your apartment far?”
Ellie pauses, “Ten-minute walk.” You stay planted to the spot. She raises a brow, “Or we can meet later? If you’re more comfortable with that?”
You smile softly, thankful. Still, you shake your head – “No, got work to do. Kinda need it now.”
Ellie looks you over. Her eyes are curious – she takes in the anxious rubbing of your palms, and the chewing of your lip.
Her eyes turn to slits, and she nods to you.
“You okay?” “Yeah – “you burst suddenly, laughing. “Sorry. Um. Not trying to spook you, I’m not a cop.” “That’s what a cop would say.” “Yeah, figured you say that” you laugh, taking a shaky breath in. Ellie watches you splay your hands out, “I get anxious around due dates. Got a few soon, so need something to calm my nerves.”
A small smile plays on Ellie’s lips. “So not a cop then?” she jokes, and you lose that nervous frown for a split second. She watches your whole face change, and Ellie’s two seconds away from telling you where her stash is, just to permanently rid you of that anxious dip in your brow you once wore.
Whoa there, Ellie. She thinks, reigning herself in. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. She looks around, itching her neck, “Err, so what did you need?” “Just an eighth, I have my own skins and stuff. You got purple Kush?” “Yeah,” she nods, turning to leave, “follow me.”
You trail after her, catching up with a bounce.
The beginning of the walk is quiet. Not awkward, but not comfortable, either. Ellie’s too busy fighting the urge to glance down at you. When you finally leave Campus and get onto the main road, she turns to you.
“So, when’d you mean Dina?”
You glance up, startled out of a daydream. “Um,” you hum, thinking back. “Last year, at the LGBT society.”
Your eyes flick curiously to her, and Ellie wonders if Dina told you that she liked girls, too. She feels the sudden need to tell you.
“I went to a few of those meetings,” she tries to casually add, feeling her heart pick up speed, that familiar nerve of coming out swelling in her chest. Didn’t matter how many times she did it – pushing herself over that hill always made her palms sweat.
You smile softly, and Ellie tries to decipher it. Interested? Curious? She feels suddenly too close, like she should step away. She speeds up, and your arm brushes against hers as you catch up.
“Oh yeah?” you ask, this new shared thing dispelling your anxiety. You walk backwards, a little excited. Ellie likes this new bouncy you. You’re too pretty like this to waste time being anxious. You cock your head to the side, “Maybe we saw each other there.”
Ellie shakes her head. “I only went to a couple, plus if I saw you, I think I would have remembered.”
Your eyes widen an inch, mouth opening, features twisting in surprise. Ellie’s cheeks bloom red.  
“Fuck, sorry –,” she starts, shaking her head, “--that was inappropriate.” Your arm brushes against hers again as you move to walk beside her, and a metaphoric, cliché flicker shudders through her skin. You hitch your backpack up, “I’ll choose to believe you’re just very friendly.”
A laugh sparks out of her. She itches her forearm, and she notices your eyes flick down to her tattoo. “So, err –“she starts, tugging her jacket back down, “Dina?” “Yeah. We met there and had a few classes together. Only really spoke properly this year. She’s cool.” “She is.” You smile, “Said you were cool, too.” Ellie nods, “I am, not as cool as her though.” “You two used to be a thing or?”
Ellie glances down at you. You put your hands up. “I get to ask something inappropriate after your comment.” She rolls her eyes, but burgundy silently agrees. “No – we didn’t. Nearly. But it was silly. Think we just figured that cause we were the only queer girls we knew that we should be together.” “Jesus, I know all about that.” “Yeah, confusing.” “Now she’s with Jesse, no?” “Yeah – back together. But we’ll see how long that lasts.”
Ellie hears herself. She snaps to you, “don’t tell her I said that.” You pull your lips into your mouth, smiling. Why did she say that? She loves Jesse and Dina together. 
The fuck is happening? Why is she vomiting the truth like you’ve put some sort of spell on her? She just found out your name, for Christ’s sake.
“So, you don’t go to any more meetings?” she quirks, squinting into the distance. “No, it fizzled out. When I went, everyone kinda knew each other, now it’s just freshmen. At first, I thought it would be an easy place to find a girlfriend, but—” you shrug, “—turns out they were already with each other.”
Ellie laughs softly, silently agreeing. She had thought the same at the beginning. Newly out after the hell of Highschool, she was ready to meet the girl of her dreams. Ended up getting the worse heartbreak of her life.
Well, second worse.
“So, no girlfriend?” You shake your head. “Too busy, anyway. As much as I’d love a cute girl to cuddle with at night, my plates kinda full at the moment.”
Ellie briefly imagines being the cute girl you cuddle with at night. She’s too busy thinking about it, that she nearly doesn’t hear you when you ask, “So, what’re you studying?”
Small talk, Ellie can do this.   “Physics.” Your eyes widen, “Physics? Christ.” “Yeah,” she laughs, knowing that would be the response. Ellie’s casual demeanour and tatted state didn’t really scream, Physics student with a minor in Astrophysics. Plus, she sold weed out of her apartment. Smart girls didn’t do that. Or they did, and Ellie wasn’t giving herself enough credit.
“But I have to take a lot of elective classes to keep my scholarship.” “Scholarship?” you ask, glancing at her. “Smart girl then.”
Ellie goes beat red. Her palms go tingly. You must be a mind reader.
“Er, I guess?” she manages. “Um – what about you? What’re you studying?”
Ellie listens to your spiel. She didn’t think finding out about someone’s academics would be so interesting, but Ellie hangs onto every word. Finds out you work at the campus bookshop, and she’s already planning her next trip. 
She watches your mannerisms, watches you speak with your hands – watches your smile build and change, face squinting from the Jackson sun.
When she gets to her apartment, she’s filled with sudden disappointment.
“This is me,” she signals, pulling out her key. “You want me to wait down here?” you ask politely. Ellie looks over her shoulder, shaking her head. “You’re good. I trust Dina.” “So, you trust me too, then?” you grin, winking, and Ellie’s so blinded by it that she misses the lock. She huffs a laugh, “funny girl.” “I know – “then you grin, teeth chewing on your bottom lip. “Cute, too.” Ellie chuckles, still trying to put the key in the goddamn lock. “Confident as well.” “Confident, polite,” you list, hands behind your back, bouncing from left to right. “Anxious?” Ellie jokes and your eyes widen, mouth open. “Hey!” you scoff. “Don’t make me give you a bad review.” “Wouldn’t want that—fuck sake, why can’t I…” “Need help?” “No, thank you. I can unlock my own door.”
Can she, though? Her hands are so sweaty that the key keeps on slipping. Finally, she unlocks it. “Fucking finally.”
She pushes the door open, motioning for you to walk in front of her. You pass by her with thanks, and Ellie watches the back of you as you start climbing the stairs.
What was it Dina said? Cute, cool, and single. Ellie’s add nice ass to the list.
Don’t be gross, Ellie, her subconscious suddenly sneers. She tries to look away. Eventually, she does, but you stop moving, and Ellie’s nearly colliding with it.
“Which floor is it?” you ask suddenly, turning over your shoulder. You glance down at her, and Ellie blinks up at you, cheeks red, hoping and begging you didn’t notice where her eyes just were.
“Er, two,” she mutters.
You carry on climbing. Ellie feels a little like a gross dude, and she spends the entire journey trying to rid herself of that sickly feeling. After a few minutes, you get to her apartment, and Ellie manages to unlock it on the first try. But when she opens the door, she panics. Her apartment is a state. She turns suddenly, meeting your confused eyes.
“Um, stay there, I gotta sort some shit out,” and she ducks behind the door. Your voice calls out from behind the door, “I’m not gonna judge, mines probably worse.”
Ellie starts throwing stuff around, hiding it under tables and in cupboards. Thankfully, her living room isn’t as bad as her bedroom.  
Ellie’s speaking. Doesn’t know what she’s saying until she’s said it, “that’s probably incorrect; your water bottle matches your outfit.” There’s a pause before you quirk, “You noticed that?”
Ellie pauses. She scrambles for an explanation, “Er, yeah. I have really good eyesight.” “Right.” “Yeah, twenty-twenty--“she throws an Overwatch plushie behind the sofa, finishing her sentence, “—vision.” Ellie yanks the door open. She finds you patiently leaning against the wall, playing with your nails. Your backpack is on the floor between your legs, and you curiously glance up at her.
“Done?” you ask politely, voice soft.
Ellie’s cool. Well, she likes to think so, anyway. Likes to think that she’s chill. Laid back. Cool as a cucumber. However, there is nothing chill about the sudden panic that blooms in her chest upon the mere idea of you walking into her apartment. Ellie nods, cool and chill and so laid back she’s boneless. “Yeah – just don’t look at the kitchen.” “Course,” you giggle. You sling your backpack over your shoulder and follow her in, arm unintentionally brushing across her chest. Ellie leans back, ignoring the weird warmth that buzzed from your touch. She closes the door, turning to find you standing in the middle of her living room, looking around.
“Um—” she starts, grabbing your attention. She walks towards the small hallway, rubbing her sweaty palms on her jeans. “--take a seat. Lemme –” and she jabs a thumb behind her. You nod, smiling – always with that soft, polite smile – as you plop down on her sofa.
Ellie basically runs away.
When she reaches her bedroom, she leans against her closed door, facing the ceiling. She takes a few rescue breaths. Suddenly warm, she shrugs off her jacket and dumps it on her bed as she fumbles for her secret stash. 
Just a girl. She mumbles to herself, looking through the pre-made bags. Just a girljustagirl, justagirl. 
She’s itching to call Dina. Pick up the phone and tell her that she can’t see you again. That she’s made a grave mistake. Actually, this isn’t gonna work out. You’re cute and all but. Ellie stops. She pinches the brim of her nose. That’s it. You’re just cute. Why’s she being so silly?
When she walks into the living room, you’re sitting snugly on her sofa, scrolling on your phone. Ellie wants to run away again.
You see her and lock your phone, smiling. “Hey.” “Hey – eighth, right? Purple kush? You don’t need it rolled?” “No – I’m okay. Thank you, though.” “Yeah, no worries.”
Immediately, you reach for your purse. Ellie realises that you have to pay. How the fuck has she forgotten the most important part of this whole deal?
She mentally smacks herself in the face.
“Dina didn’t tell me how much,” you smile, expectant. Ellie rattles off her prices, and you swap. She shoves the money into her back pocket and sees you opening your backpack. You pull out a medium-sized white case. Ellie thinks nothing of it – probably somewhere you store your weed, so your bag didn’t end up stinking of it.
But when you pop the box open and stuff the bag inside, she sees the faded imprint of Hello Kitty on the side.
“Oh my god,” she laughs, and you put your hand up, knowing exactly what she’s laughing at. “No judgement, okay? It does the job.” “No, it’s –” she rubs her chin, “it’s cute.” You make a face at her, “It is cute, actually.” “It’s sweet. I’m sorry I laughed.”
You push it into your bag and zip it up, throwing it on your back. You grin, and it’s God Damn adorable, “You’re forgiven.”
Ellie flicks her gaze to your mouth and slowly loses all sense of reality. There’s a moment where she registers that she has to say something, you know – speak. But watching the way your teeth tug at your bottom lip seems far more interesting, and useful, too.
“Um – I should,” you start, motioning behind you. “Yeah fuck, err,” Ellie stutters, snapping out of it. She laughs to dispel the nerves, and you’re both awkwardly laughing, flushed and nervous.
When you’re out of the door, Ellie watches you leave. She leans on the frame and finds herself fighting the urge to say something. Turns out she doesn’t have the energy to fight very hard.
“Better than the last guy?” she quirks, pulling her arms under her chest. You twist, beaming, “Oh – you have no idea. He dealt out the back of the cafeteria, smelt like old socks and cabbage.” Ellie frowns. “Mike?” she asks, knowing exactly who you were buying from. Your features widen in recognition, “Yeah! You know him?” “Yeah – he’s fucking weird. Creepy. Doesn’t surprise me he was leaving notes in the bags.” Ellie shakes her head, then nods to you. Her smile goes friendly. Twists into her cheek, “promise there’s no love notes in that bag, only weed.” You walk backwards, grinning. Suddenly, your features turn playful, and you chew on your bottom lip, squinting, “Awh, think I was kinda hoping for a love note.” Ellie's heart stops. Her eyes widen, and a rush of adrenaline hits her. She wonders if she heard you correctly, then yeah – you definitely said that. She goes to respond – reaches for something witty and cute to respond back with, but when she opens her mouth, no words come out. She manages to make a small, pitiful choke, and you giggle at her.
Ellie melts. “See ya,” you call out. Your voice echoes through the hallway as you descend.
The puddle that is Ellie rests in the frame for a second before she finds the willpower to scoop herself off of the floor and scramble inside, grabbing for her phone. Dina answers, voice groggy.
“Hello?” she groans, a serious attitude in her tone. Ellie ignores it -- doesn’t hear it, really. Too busy hearing the echo of your giggle as you turned her into soup. “Dina, what the fuck,” she spits.
The ghost of your perfume is still in her living room -- orange and grapefruit. “What?” Dina sneers. “You didn’t tell me she looked like that!” There’s a beat where Dina catches up, “Like what?” “Cute!” “Oh,” she pauses. “Wait, yeah I did.” “Yes but, like -- fuck.”
Ellie can’t think. She must have left some of her brain cells on the hallway floor. “Really cute,” she manages. She starts to spiral.
“She was really polite, too. Like, smiley and polite and was like, no worries! And I literally – I literally forgot that she had to pay, Dina. She pulled her purse out and was like, oh yeah.” “Jesus Christ.” “Then she started talking about her old dealer who was really weird—” “Yeah, Mike. She told me about the love notes.” “Yes! Yeah!” she nearly yells. “When she left, I jokingly went ‘don’t worry, there’s no love notes, only weed.’ And she fucking—” she smacks her forehead, “--fucking said, Awh, I was kinda hoping for a love note.”
There’s silence on the other line. Then a resounding, “Oh.” “Yes,” Ellie agrees. “Oh, exactly. I nearly pissed myself, Dina. I stood there, completely silent, staring at her like a weirdo. Please tell me she’s like that with everyone.” “No, she’s quite reserved, actually. Quiet – Ellie, what have you done to my sweet, innocent girl?”
Ellie paces in her living room. The speed makes your perfume swirl, and she has to open a window to think straight. The cool air hits her flushed face, settling her swarming nerves. She breathes in the fresh scent, heart rattling. Her fingers are numb.
“I’m having a gay panic attack and it’s all your fault.” Dina barks a laugh, saying, “If it’s that bad, just say you can’t deal to her anymore,” and Ellie’s silent. Contemplative. Dina knows exactly what she’s thinking. “But you won’t do that, because you’re basically in love with her already.” “Din, she had a Hello Kitty weed box. Like – “she closes her eyes, and whispers, “what the fuck?” Dina turns sarcastic, “Oh no, not the Hello Kitty weed box.” “Not funny, Dina. Really think she’s the love of my life.”
She plops onto the sofa. Dina speaks, “Should I start calling the U-Haul?” Ellie scoffs, “Shut up.” She fiddles with the fabric of her couch, running her fingers across the seams, and then slipping them between the cushions. She encounters something small and hard. “—the hell?” she mutters, pulling it out. She blinks at it. “Oh my god.” “What?”
Ellie holds the stick into the light, reading the bright label. “She left her lip-gloss here.” “Oh, would you look at that. She’s moving in already.”
The lip gloss sits on Ellie’s coffee table for days before she plucks up the courage to text you.
Holding the stick to a particularly clean part of her living room, she takes a snap of it, before sending it to you with, Hey, this yours? and throwing her phone at her sofa cushions, rushing into her bedroom as if it were a bomb.
When she thinks it’s safe to come out, it’s been an hour. 
She’s even managed to forget that she’s texted you, so when she picks her battered phone up and sees a response from you, she thinks, Oh my God, she’s made the first move. Disappointment and a tinge of shame flood her when she realises.
LOOOL, yes, that’s mine, you text, then, Imagine if it wasn’t.
Ellie goes to say, oh no, apart from Dina, you’re the only girl I’m dealing to, but it would be easier if she just wrote I AM SINGLE! on a flag and planted it outside her apartment.
She manages, lol.
Sorry, must have dropped it. Kay if I get it next time I pick up?
Ellie’s heart clenches. She has to start taking turns of her apartment like an Austen protagonist to stop herself from short-circuiting from energy overload. She texts, Yeah, that’s chill.
You sure you don’t want it? think that colour would suit you:)
Ellie smirks, more of a ChapStick girl.
I guessed that.
Her face twists, pausing. What does that mean? She responds.
I wasn’t trying to insult you!!! Just. The baggy clothes. Flannel shirt. Ellie’s texting, thumbs smashing as she responds with, It’s not flannel, just a shirt. Your three bubbles pop up, ohhhh right right, sorry sorry.
Ellie should have left it. Should have gone, well, that’ll be the extent of our flirty banter. But she’s writing, I can’t believe you’re calling me a chapstick lesbian rn. Your response is immediate, Nah uh, you said that! I implied it. No weed for you, Ellie lies. Nooooooo, pls don’t make me go back to Mike. Your own fault. Hope you like ravioli cause that’s what the cafeteria had for lunch! :((((((((( don’t be a meanie!!!!!
Okay, maybe you’re forgiven.
Weeks pass, and you come, and you go. Ellie tries to keep things casual. Professional. Still, she cannot help the excitement that floods when she gets a text from her busted phone.
Hey:) you’d text, I’m tryna buy tonight if you’re available!!
She reads into your messages, thinking, she must like me, she used two exclamation marks. Two!
She gets silly and dumb with it. Overthinks your interactions. Overthinks the brush of your fingers when you took your Lip-gloss from her.
Usually, she’d have the stuff ready at the door, but now she’s finding herself inviting you in, and then sorting the bag, so she could be around you longer.
She starts remembering your outfits, for fucks sake.
Holds onto every little comment you make.
Overthinks every time you brush past her, or every time she opens her front door to you.
Sometimes, she dreams about it -- just the revolving images of her door opening, revealing you behind it. You’re wearing the same bright, excitable smile, every time.
In a particularly low moment, she found herself in CVS at the perfume counter, smelling different samples, trying to figure out what scent you were wearing when you first met.
She doesn’t tell Dina that. She does, however, tell her everything else.  
When she sees you around campus, her day is immediately made. She doesn’t ignore you like she does with her other customers, no. She says hi. Sees you at a coffee shop, waiting for your order, and says, “Hey.”
You grin, genuine happiness on your face from seeing her. “Hey you.”
Ellie thinks about it for weeks. Dina hears about it for days.
“She said hey you, Dina.” “I know, Ellie. You told me yesterday.”
You’re polite, a little flirty, but Ellie thinks it’s just…no. She does think you like her, but she won’t let herself think it’s anything more than friendly. It’s just business.
Then she gets a text.
Ellie’s at Dina's, half watching a movie, half dozing off. 
Dina’s already asleep and has been for the last hour. She promised she wouldn’t, then was out like a light. Ellie’s nearly blacked out, too, and she’s about to pass out when the sound of her phone pinging makes her flinch. 
She’s groggy, so she’s slow to pull it out of her bag, but when she does, she’s wide awake.
She freezes like a deer in headlights. Then she snaps to Dina, needing to tell someone. She grabs her arm and shakes it violently. Her friend goes to smack her.
“Jesus Ellie! Get the fuck off of me!” Dina bats her hand away. Ellie grabs at her friend's palm, squeezing. “She texted!” she squeals, giggling like a schoolgirl. Dina yanks her hand away, “Okay, but you don’t have to abuse me.”
Saw you in the Library having a serious study sesh.
Then, wanted to say hi, but wasn’t sure if we were cool like that.
Ellie collapses back onto the sofa, “I’m gonna piss myself.” “Lemme see,” Dina goes, yanking the phone from her. She blinks at the busted screen. Her eyes widen.
“Oh fuck, Ellie,” Dina whispers. “This is the moment. This is the make-or-break moment.” “What do I say!” Ellie nearly shouts. Dina leans back on the sofa, pushing her black hair back. She shrugs, “depends on what you want.” “I want to curl up in a ball and live in her backpack is what I want.” “I dare you to text that.” “Dinnnnaaaaaa,” Ellie whines, falling back onto the cushions. Dina pushes Ellie’s feet away from her. “Elllllieeeee, you just pulled me from a deep sleep. My ability to flirt with girls is at a minus two right now.”
Ellie stares at the text. She drafts a response, and then edits it, taking out some prepositions and adding some dashes to sound more casual. She comes up with:
Hey, you shoulda said hi! It wasn’t all that serious – spent most of it watching old episodes of the x files.
Dina leans over. Her thick brow quirks. “That’s you flirting?” Ellie purses her lips, “No, this is me being friendly.” Dina pulls back, “I thought you wanted to fuck her,”
Ellie looks at her as if she’s silly. “Of course I want to fuck her, but I can’t just say that.”
“No, but you’ve just spoken about Aliens. My dick is limp right now.”
Ellie throws a pillow at her, “I’m gonna punch you in your limp dick.”
Ellie’s phone beeps. She scrambles to read, Oh my god, which season? I started it from the beginning again a couple of months ago.
The phone is brandished in Dina’s face.
“See – a common interest.” Dina huffs, “whatever, if you wanna go the whole slow burn route, that’s fine with me.”
Ellie sits back against the sofa, readying her thumbs to respond, before feeling a warm flutter of breath tickle her ear. She turns, and Dina’s right there, peering over her shoulder. She hides the phone.
“I can’t flirt with you watching me!”
“You just said you were being friendly!”
“I’m about to start flirting!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” her friend sarcastically drags, “I didn’t hear the starter pistol to know the race was starting.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Yeah, I know,” Dina sighs, resting her chin on Ellie’s shoulder. “But I’m also hilarious.”
We should hang out and watch it if you want, Ellie texts. Then, quickly, totally cool if u don’t wanna tho!
Dina hisses, “Fumbled the bag.” “I’m being nice.” “Yeah, too nice.” “It’s cute.” “It’s booorrrrringgg. Just write, Netflix and chill? With a winky face.” “X files isn’t on Netflix anymore.” “Not what I meant.” “I know, I’m choosing to ignore what you meant.”
Yeah, I’d be down:) lemme know a time, and I’ll be there.
Dina pulls back with a sigh, “The ball is in your court, Els.”
  Ellie doesn’t let you know a time.
In fact, she doesn’t respond at all. She gets busy with schoolwork, due dates, and her uncle, who’s visiting for a few weeks. She always means to respond, but days pass, and she thinks it would be awkward to message now.
Desperate, even.
The cracked screen of her busted phone mocks her. Ellie tries to draft a message, Hey, sorry for going quiet. Been busy.
But she deletes it. Thinks, she’s only being nice to me for a deal. Only wants to hang for free weed.
It’s happened before – it’s destined to happen again.
She’s so overwhelmed with these sudden self-deprecating thoughts, that she starts thinking them in her sleep.
You’re desperate, you’re needy. Why would she want you?
She goes somewhere dark. Cloudy. Starts getting restless but can’t sleep. Starts crashing during lectures, and seminars – in art class, brush still in hand.
One day, Dina grabs her shoulders, just message her. Why are you torturing yourself?
Ellie doesn’t text.
You text her.
Hey!! okay if I pick up?
But she’s asleep when it comes through.
She wakes, three hours later, with the keys of her laptop indented on her cheek. When she reads your test, she jerks up straight.
Yes! She writes, inhibitions suddenly gone with the wind. Soz, crashed mid-essay.
She stares at the message screen for a second, waiting for your response. When it doesn’t come, she locks her phone, rubs her face and gets up to get a drink. But when she stands, she pauses and taps her phone again. 
She even unlocks it, wondering if maybe your response didn’t reach her home screen yet.
The thing about Ellie is --she’s eager.
She pretends to be nonchalant about things. Pretends that the little grin you gave her at the coffee shop didn’t affect her, or the small, smiley faces in your texts don’t give her pause. She tries to convince herself that she doesn’t fall easily. With herself, she’s a little liar. With you, though…
She types if u went back to Mike I’ll die.
The whooshing sound of the text sending fills her ears, and then she pauses, realising what she’s said. “Jesus, Ellie,” she mumbles, shaking her head at herself. She locks her phone, dumps it on the table, and then drags herself into the kitchen.
You don’t respond for an hour. She’s making dinner when her phone buzzes, and she flinches like a startled animal. She manages to stir her pasta again a grand total of once before she reaches for her phone.
Would never!! I’m a loyal customer, would never cheat on u.
Ellie’s belly flips. She stares at your big watery eye filled emoji for far too long. You’re still texting.
Tho you didn’t text me about x files:(
Ellie’s thumbs smash into the screen, I’m sorry!!! classes picked up, I’m swamped.
Your response of, awh, okay. I was waiting near the phone for your message:( fills her with so much glee that it makes her sick. She’s about to write, you’re so fucking cute, when your message comes through.
Okay if I pick up now? No worries if ur doing something.
Ellie looks down at her baggy sweats and coffee-stained tank. She’s rushing into the bedroom to change as she texts, Nah, It’s chill. Lmk when ur here.
When she opens the door, you’re standing on her welcome mat, wearing a pretty, flowy summer dress.
She thanks the lord she changed.
Still in sweatpants – though, cleaner ones, -- she’s wearing her favourite top, the one that’s a little too tight, and sits just above the band of her trousers, showing a strip of muscular skin.
She was so nervous waiting for you to come, that she’d smoked beforehand. She’s got the familiar tingle in her limbs, but she’s pretty sure it’s from seeing you in this dress.
She gives you a quick once over, or at least, she thinks it’s quick, but when she glances back at you, you’re looking up at her with a raised brow. She flushes red and clears her throat.
“Hey – “she smiles, then nods to you, “--you look nice.”
Nice doesn’t cover it. She’s never seen so much skin. The dress is fitted, and it clutches your waist, sinching under your breasts. She looks at the bloom of your chest, then immediately glances away, trying to hide the flutter in her lower stomach.
You grin, “thank you,” and you splay your hands out at your waist, shaking them, as if to say, look at me!
Ellie nearly faints from the cuteness.
“Dinner party later,” you explain. “Right.” “Yeah – s’on the way.” She nods, lost in looking at you. You’ve got a splay of glitter in the corner of your eyes, making the bloom of colour pop. There’s shimmer and blush on your cheeks, too. Your lips are the colour of ripe cherries, and she wants nothing more than to lean in and taste.
She breaks out of her trance, shaking her head and widening her eyes at the floor, “right – er, fuck. Sorry.”  
You giggle at her, licking the corner of your lips. “s’okay.”
“I haven’t sorted your shit, gimmie a minute. Come in.”
You brush past her, and a cloud of sweetness follows you. Candyfloss, Ellie thinks, and apple.
She closes the door and turns to you. The dress is tight at your hips, too, bursting out over your thighs. You’re wearing a simple heeled sandal. Ellie stares at your lavender-painted toes.
You spin, dress swirling, “you should have told me you were cooking.” Her pasta simmers happily. “Oh no! it’s fine -- Making pasta, not really cooking.”
She shrugs, “This won’t take long anyway.”
Depends on how long I can drag it out for.
“Eighth, right?” she asks, walking towards her bedroom. When she turns over her shoulder to look for your answer, she swears she catches you looking at her ass. You glance up, caught. It’s her turn to raise her brows at you.
“Er, yeah,” you stutter, “You got any pre-rolled? My friends wanna smoke, too.”
She taps her hand against the doorway, thinking. “Ah, shit. No – I can roll it for you, though?” You nod, and she disappears into her room.
When she comes out, you’re stirring her pasta.
When Ellie was younger, people would talk.
They noticed her lack of boyfriends and her inclination towards girls. She’ll grow out of it, they said. Ellie had never seen her sexuality as something she could ‘grow’ out of. Years later, when she didn’t grow out of it, she started imagining what her life would look like. Imagined a wife and a house that would home her.
Imagined walking into her kitchen, and finding this very sight.
Ellie pauses. Catches herself in the daydream of resting behind you, placing her palms on your waist and kissing the back of your head – thanks for making dinner, baby.
“Oh, sorry,” you sheepishly apologise, grabbing her attention. “It was boiling over.” Ellie holds her palms up. “No argument from me.”
She pads to her coffee table, and sits down on the sofa, leaning over to start rolling for you. Seconds later, she looks up and catches you cracking pepper and salt into the pot. Jesus fucking Christ.
You pad around, dress swaying as you open cupboards, looking for something.  
When did you get so bold?
“You got any chilli flakes?” “Hm?” Ellie hums, a little dazed. You spin to her, your features anticipatory, “Chilli flakes.” “Oh, err. Yeah. In the bottom cupboard to the left.” The nervous tilt of your brow is back, but there’s a small smile there, too. “Can I put them in?”
Ellie opens her mouth in pause. You rush, “Just a bit, just a teensy bit. I’m telling you, it turns quick cook pasta into a gourmet meal.”
You can do whatever you want.
Ellie nods, not trusting her voice. You hurry around excitedly.
“What’re you putting it with?” “Just. Bought pasta sauce.” “Where is it?” “In the cupboard.”
You reach for it.
Ellie goes to tell you to stop, but fuck, she’s mid-fantasy now. She’s saying Honey, I’m home, and walking into the kitchen, finding you cooking for her in a pretty dress.
You leave the pan on the stove.
“Just heat the sauce, okay? I’ve put some herbs and spices in it.” Ellie feels cosy – feels taken care of. The feeling sits low in her belly, oozing into her bloodstream. “You didn’t have to do that.”
You shrug, near swaying towards her. Ellie’s making sure the roll-ups are neat and tidy looking -- taking her time for you.
“How much for the papers and your services?” you quirk. She glances at you from beneath her lashes, then drags her tongue over the paper, and swears she sees you follow the trail of her mouth. The high is there, pulsating in her veins.
“So professional,” she jokes, tone teasing, earning herself a giggle. You walk over, plopping yourself down on the carpet near her table, dress fanned out around you like a peacock. “I’m a professional lady.”
You reach for the bag, starting to roll one. Ellie watches you. Watches you lean over, breasts jostling as you reach.
“Helpful, too,” she comments, and you beam, smiling as you spread the weed over the paper.
Ellie wants nothing more than to see that smile forever.
She’s calm now, the weed she’d smoked making her bold. It gives her the courage to look at you, no holds barred. Her red-rimmed eyes flick over your soft features. 
The balmy air outside has caused a light sheen of sweat to build over your clavicle. A small bead of liquid slides down, and Ellie watches it descend, imagining reaching over and licking it off of you, tasting salt and the apple of your perfume.
Her body warms, tense with anticipation. She doesn’t snap out of it.
You’re too busy rolling to notice, but she does see you straighten your back, perking to attention.
“Um’ being serious,” you comment, consciously rubbing where she’s looking. Ellie catches your eyes.
“Consider making my dinner and seeing you in that pretty dress as payment.”
There’s that grin again. You beam at her, tongue gliding over the paper, and fuck, Ellie’s chest clenches. Her lower belly pulsates, pushing lower. “Does this dress also get me a discount?” you quirk. Yes, Ellie thinks. Fuck, do that again and you can get this shit for free. But she manages to catch herself. “Don’t push it, babe.”
Your smile twists, suddenly a little flustered. Ellie hears the echo of the endearment in her ears. If she wasn’t high, she probably wouldn’t have said that. Still, the word fits on her lips, and it seems that you like it as you reach up to nervously itch your shoulder. You shrug at her, the movement pushing your tits together, “can’t blame a girl for trying.” “No,” Ellie grins, and she catches your eyes. “I can’t.”
Ellie ends up giving you the discount anyway. There’s a voice in the back of her head saying, told you so. But then she’s seeing the knife and fork you left out for her on her countertop. Sees the napkin you folded, then rested on top of a plate.
Wife, she thinks. Wife wife wife.
“Thanks for this,” you smile, putting the roll-ups in your case. Ellie does not look at your tits. She does not look at your tits. Instead, she shrugs, “thanks for cooking for me.” Your smile coils into your cheek, warm and inviting, “Any time.”
When you leave, Ellie leans her head against her closed door, the wood cooling her warm body. Her stomach clenches. The ache that built there holds strong, and there’s a funny fuzz in her head, drunk on the remaining perfume that lingers in her living room.
She reaches down, mindlessly sliding her hand between her thighs. Her nerves spike, causing a shudder of breath to shake through her.
“Fuck sake, Ellie,” she groans. She clenches her fingers tighter, pushing up into the warm ache, and finds herself whispering your name.
She starts to realise why your old dealer fell in love with you.
PART TWO. 
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dollyhao · 4 months
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ellie standing on big bidness !! nsfw, mating press, dirty talk, slight internalized lesbian phobia, strap on (r!receiving)
ellie loves you so so much. she loves that she knows you like the back of her hand and vice versa. she loves when you guys are joking and laughing together or laying together in bed talking about random shit. she loves when your watching movies together. she loves touching and feeling you.
all these things are the best times in her life, she just wishes that she wasn’t such a secret. that when you go outside together, you dont push away her hugs or swat away her sneaky hands when they reach for your ass. or when she tries to kiss you you don’t dodge them. you give her the same excuse everytime.
“you know we can’t els…” why? because your a fucking model and she guesses the public knowing you are a raging lesbian with a masc gf would ruin your job opportunities (so you seem to think). but when you decide to take her out on her birthday and buy her a beautiful and very expensive guitar and took her out to dinner she can’t help but be reminded of why she fell in love with you.
but you had to ruin it. when you walk out the restaurant after dinner smiling at her, telling her happy birthday. she smiles back leaning in to kiss your lips. you pull away really fast giving her an awkward giggle. ellie’s face drops, why tf does she feel like she’s in love with her straight friend and not her girlfriend?
ellie climbs into the driver seat of the car with a attitude, not saying anything when you climb in. she drives you guys home, silent and face scrunched up in frustration. it’s her fucking birthday for goodness sake, this shit is getting out of hand.
you nervously fidget in your seat. you know you done fucked up this time. so when ellie has your legs pressed by your ears, in a mating press on your bed, tears welled up in your eyes, your not surprised.
“ellie im sorry!” you squeal as you feel her strap brutalize your cervix. “it’s my mf birthday!” she grumbles out accentuating every word with a harsh thrust. “ur too deep els,” you whimper out, pushing at her lower stomach trying to get her to take some out.
she throws your hand away, over your bullshit. “who this pussy belong to?” she says slowing her thrust down when you start clenching down on her. “you~” you whine out now desperate for her to make you cum. “you ever dodge my kiss again…” her hips pick up speed again, “no never again, i promise!” you moan out throwing your head back as you clench around her again.
ellie leans down to kiss you in the messiest way possible, all tongue and spit as she gets wtf led y’all to this moment. you suck on her tongue as you cum on her dick, raking your nails up her back in a desperate attempt to get her closer to you.
she gets off, kneeling between your legs before tapping your face a couple times as you doze off. “got something to say?” you look at her with a fucked out look on your face, “happy birthday, baby”
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