#hallway crush! ellie

[sharkthrob]

HI POOKIE

Hi 👋

[butterflies2008]

Guys, you don’t understand. I need her SO BAD

[elliezlils11utt]

Sorority girl!reader x dealer!ellie

Summary: your crush Ellie walks in on you reapplying lipstick. Alcohol makes u a bit bold & you’ve been at a party drinking. What could go wrong?

Contents: nsfw !! Dom fem!Reader, reader is a sorority girl, marking kink kinda, oral (e receiving !)

Tw: uh weed mention, smut, reader is buzzed.

proofread?: take a guess (please hmu if you wanna proofread my fics bc I need someone to desperately 🙏🏽)

A/n: this sucks fucking ass, and probably is super inaccurate to how actual frat parters r but that’s irrelevant. PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS.😔

Your arms were thrown up into the air, your hips swaying with the motion of the music. The room was hazy and the lights were flashing while your heart pounded with the base of the song.

One of your frat boy friends (Jesse) invited you to a party his fraternity was hosting this weekend. You and your girlfriends rolled up decked head to toe in glitter & Mini skirts.

“Her dee!” You call into the crowd, hoping your friend Dina could hear you over the loud ass speakers. She seems too busy eating jesses face off next to you. You call her name again and finally grab her attention. “I’m going to fix my makeup!” You scream over the music. Dina seems to buzzed to even understand so she just mumbled Somthing and nods before returning to suck her boyfriends face off. You roll your eyes and giggle a little. You make your way through the crowd bumping into people with sleared apologizes along the way.

You take a swig out of the red solo cup in hand before spotting a familiar face in the corner. It was Ellie. Ellie fucking Williams. Your hallway crush ever since you got into college. She was Dinas friend so you saw her around time to time, you just never got the courage to talk to her. She was the known drug dealer around campus so you curated a plan to speak to her today and maybe get her number. (If you were feeling brave) but your makeup came first. You had sweat it all off due to all the dancing and prancing around. You fumbled around the hall looking for the guest room in the overly huge frat house.

The door swings open and you stumble into the room, heading straight to the full body mirror in the corner of the room you sit directly in front of it. Crossing your legs and pulling your lipstick from inside your pocket. You smear the makeup onto your lips, touching up any spots you had missed. The door flys open again & you turn to see who it was. And lo and behold it was Ellie.

“Oh shit, uh sorry. I didn’t now you were in here” her eyes half lidded were shot red.

“It’s chill! I was actually jus about to go looking for you.”

“Oh really? What’s up?”

You stand up and make your way over to Ellie your eyes locking with hers.

“You’re cute” you mumble just a step away from her.

“Oh am I?” She teases & gets closer to you. Shutting the door behind her.

“Mhm.” You hum, an innocent smile tugging at your mouth.

“You’re not so bad yourself, sorority girl” she says, knowing damn well that you are the most gorgeous thing she’s ever laid eyes on. Her bottom lip is pulled in between her mouth. Her teeth tugging the plump skin that you wished was in your own. The tension builds when you could hear your own heartbeat in your throat. Waiting for her to make the first move.

“Fuck it” she murmured before pulling your lips onto her own. Smudging your lipstick all over her face as your so desperately assaulted her lips. Her hands cupped your cheeks, hungrily pulling you closer to you. A soft moan escapes your lips and into hers. You leave your mark down her neck, smearing your red lipstick throughout her collarbones. Your head lands right in front of her clothed cunt. That’s no good. Her jeans are pulled down to her ankles and your eyes find hers. Looking up at her with those doe eyes of yours. Those “innocent” eyes, face to face with her exposed pussy on display. That auburn bush so pretty for you. You kitten lick her pussy, finding her clit almost instantly. A little whimper escapes Ellie’s mouth. The music from the party just outside blaring through the thin walls. “Quiet baby” you coo before pushing your face into her auburn hair. Her hand finds your head when you tongue fuck into her clenching pussy. she tries to suppress her moans as your tongue works at her cunt. you watch as her head flings back, hitting the door behind her with a thud. you giggle before continuing your assault on her pretty little pussy. her hands tangle in your, once tied up, hair. she grinds against your face, completely covering ur face in her juices.

“fuckkkkk- just like that”

her breath starts to get frantic and uneven. her hand shoots up to her mouth quickly covering her moans as she screams into her palm. your arms wrap around her thighs pulling her onto u while she cums. you smirk into her pussy, drinking up her slick. you pull away, and look into her once auburn bush. um, your lipstick dyed it a deep red. actually everywhere your lips went were stained with your makeup. Ellie’s eyes flutter open, finally coming down from her high. you slide her pants back up after placing a final kiss on her clit. you rise meeting Ellie’s eyes. Her face & neck covered in marks of you. Lipstick smeared over her entire face, courtesy of u of course.

“I’d clean up before heading back out. call me.” you say with a wink before leaving her in the room alone.

A/n: this is so sloppy, I need a proofreader. ughbdjsnbdbPKEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS, I WANNA WRITE BUT ION KNOW WHAT TO WRITEEEE. 😔🙏🏽

[totheblood]

true blue. (one)

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: ellie has a new philosophy: don't fall in love and you won't get your heart broken. ellie also has a really cute new friend. ellie admires some birds in this chapter idk if thats significant

warnings: 18+ (as a general rule for this series and my blog as a whole) suggestive themes, eventual smut, drug/alcohol usage, cursing, descriptions of abusive behavior (neither ellie or reader engages in these behaviors)

a/n: i am hoping to make this a series if enough people like it and want me too... i really appreciate support and feedback through asks and replies/reblogs, it all means so much to me. also i have this whole thing planned out and i plan for it to be very messy hehe... i love drama idk

This year was going to be different.

At least that’s what Ellie told herself as she gripped the straps of her worn out backpack. All of the classes her and Cat had planned to take together this semester she had quickly transferred out of by the end of the summer, causing her to rack up an impressive list of classes on her schedule nobody wanted to take. 

“Fuck,” Ellie cursed under her breath as she rushed towards the building her literature seminar was in. “I’m going to be so late.” She was practically cursing herself for waking up so late that morning, her bed seeming much more welcoming than the professor who had 1 star on ‘rate my professors.’ She knew she had fucked up, but at this moment she didn’t really care.

As she made her way down the chestnut lined hallway, she frantically checked the door numbers on each door, cursing each time the door number didn’t align with the one she was supposed to be in. When she did find her classroom at the end of the hallway, she had to steady herself with a few deep breaths before entering. Throughout all of this, however, one thought rang clear through her mind: Fuck Cat.

Ellie never really liked to refer to herself as heartbroken, but that was the nicest way she could put the state that Cat had left her in. Ellie always knew she liked girls and while she had many crushes, and a few kisses, Cat was her first real girlfriend. She was the first person to hold Ellie’s hand in public, post lame birthday posts on Instagram, and the first person to give her an orgasm. But if she was being really honest with herself, her first orgasm belonged to her own hand.

Cat had served as a turning point in Ellie’s life and up until this point she was almost certain  that she had been in love with her. Almost. There was always this sinking feeling that whatever feelings she had for the girl was most likely orchestrated by pure hormones. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was that made her feel that way, but there always seemed to be something missing from their relationship. 

Little to Ellie’s knowledge, however, was that was just who Cat was. She made you feel like you were on top of the world, the only person in the universe who could cure her ills, and the only person who got her. She made you feel special, and at the time, that was exactly what Ellie was craving. She needed a person who looked at her like she aligned the stars, and that person was Cat.

Until it wasn’t. Quickly towards the end of the summer Cat got bored and all of the love notes Ellie had written her were quickly discarded within an hour of reading them. She continued to pull away until there was no trace of her left in Ellie’s life. To make matters worse, she broke up with Ellie over text, leaving her dazed and confused. There was nothing left for her to do except to run to Dina’s house and cry in her lap. She hated how pathetic she looked as Dina stroked her hair and shooed Jeese off with the flick of her hand. It was safe to say Ellie was completely over relationships.

Fuck Cat, she thought again, but decided that it being a thought wasn’t enough.

E: Fuck Cat.

D: yea fuck that bitch

Deciding that the text had done enough to calm her nerves, she pushed through the threshold into the classroom. She must’ve not realized how intimate of a class this was when she signed up for it because as she entered all ten of the people in the room now locked eyes with her, and the old man sitting at the front of the table threw her a disappointed look.

“Ellie Williams, I presume?” he questioned, looking at his roster in front of him.

“You do presume.” She awkwardly answered, only receiving a chuckle from a girl sitting at the far end of the table. Ellie looked up to see who it was that laughed at her poorly timed joke but just saw you trying to hide the smile on your face by pretending to write notes.

“You can sit at any open seat, I was just discussing the syllabus.” He told her, his tone sharp. 

“Okay, thanks.” Ellie mumbled under her breath, moving to sit at the open seat next to you considering you seemed like you might be the friendliest person in this room. She quickly moved to get her notebook out but internally cursed herself out for the fifth time that day because she completely forgot her pencil case in her dorm. She decided to save herself the embarrassment of asking if anyone had a pen, so she just continued to ruffle through her bag even though she knew it wasn’t there.

“You looking for something?” you leaned over to whisper to her, still causing her to jump back slightly.

“Yea, a pen?” She whispered back, laughing under her breath to pretend like she wasn’t completely embarrassed right now.

“Here.” A black pen balanced in between your fingers as you offered it to her. She sheepishly thanked you before taking it, making sure your fingers didn’t touch. 

“There will be one main assignment in this class as you can see on the syllabus.” Ellie, obviously not in her element, looked around at all the packets each person was holding. As if you could sense the nerves on her, you shoved your packet in between the both of you, pointing to the assignment the professor was discussing. 

“It is a partner based project and since there are only ten of you I hope this won’t be an issue.” He continued on. “And as you can see it is worth 60% of your grade.” Fuck this, Ellie thought to herself yet again, and fuck Cat too, she added for good measure.

The rest of the 90 minute class went as well as you could imagine, Ellie only having to stop herself from falling asleep three times. When the class was over and she began to collect her things Ellie looked over to where you were stuffing your laptop into your backpack. 

“Hey,” she managed to get out, her fingers fidgeting with her rings. “Would you want to be partners for the project?” 

You let out a breath of relief smiling both to her and yourself. “I would love that actually.” 

“Ok, good.” Ellie chuckled to herself about how nervous she was over something so small “I thought you might’ve thought I was like super unprepared or something since I was late and the pen.” Her eyes widened the pen. “Oh shit, your pen.” Ellie moved to take her backpack off and give back your pen but you abruptly stopped her by placing your hand on her forearm. Your hand right over the very spot Cat had tattooed. 

“Keep it,” you offered her a genuine smile before handing your phone over to her “and put your number in here.” 

Ellie may not have noticed it but she blushed. A part of her knew you were just being kind and you needed her number to work on the project but if this was any other setting this would be considered flirting. Ellie nervously took your phone in her hand and inserted her number and name with a little planet emoji next to it. When she handed the phone back to you she scanned your face for a reaction, smiling to herself when she saw your very own smile. 

“Ellie,” you looked back up at her “nice name.” All Ellie could do was let the tips of her ears turn red as she thanked you. When you offered her your own name and she repeated it back to you, she liked the way it felt on her tongue. She wondered what you wou- No, she wasn’t doing this again.

“I’ll text you tonight about getting started.” You informed her, now slinging your own bag over your shoulder.

“Looking forward to it.” She stated simply, her own feet planted to the floor.

“I presume you are.” You replied with a giggle before turning around and leaving Ellie feeling fuzzy.

Fuck.

The rest of Ellie’s day was uneventful to say the least. She saw a few birds eating a sandwich and thought it was cute, but besides that (and you), her day was boring. She was hoping that this year would be different, that she would be miles ahead of where she was when she met Cat, but she knew she was just worse. She wanted anything, a rebound, a distraction to pull her mind off Cat but all she could do was stare at her ceiling and try not to cry. Or that’s what she was doing until her phone buzzed from it’s place on her stomach.

Y: hey, it’s me

E: Who's me?

Y: pen dealer, duh

E: I thought dealers were supposed to be more discreet.

Y: you know a lot about dealers?

E: I’ve seen a few movies.

Y: nothing is like the movies, be fr

Y: anyways, do you want to meet up to discuss the project tomorrow? we could meet at beans?

E: Yeah, sure. 10?

Y: sounds good, bring cash

E: For? I use apple pay.

Y: for the pens… it was a joke nvm

E: Dumb joke.

The next morning Ellie had to drag herself out of bed so she wouldn’t be late to meet you. She groaned as she watched her roommate sleeping peacefully in her bed while she so desperately wished it could be her. For some reason that she couldn’t place, Ellie found herself smoothing down her hair and checking her teeth in the mirror. She even sprayed some perfume before she left, coughing as she accidentally inhaled some of the liquid. Why was she doing this again?

She saw you through the window of the coffee shop, leaned over your computer screen lost in thought. You tucked your pen between your lips and Ellie couldn’t help but feel like a freak staring at you from the other side. You looked so at peace with your hair tied up and your eyes carefully scanning the screen. Ellie wondered what it would feel like to not have a million things going through your mind at once. 

When she approached you she made a mental note of how your eyes lit up when you saw her. You had known her for a second and you had already looked at her with more adoration that Cat did towards the end of their relationship. 

“Hey, customer.” You joked, as you watched Ellie sit down across from you. 

“You don’t know how to let a joke die, do you?” She questioned jokingly, a warm feeling in both her face and her chest.

“I do not.” You said matter of factly.

The two of you discussed the project, throwing in occasional conversation and jokes when the material got too daunting. After about an hour had passed and the two of you were already feeling burnt out, Ellie suggested you take a walk around campus to “get some fresh air” and “clear your heads.” In reality, she was already growing tired of this project and just wanted to hear your voice ramble on about something other than American Literature.

It was a cool day, and the slight breeze caused both you and Ellie to squint the entire time. There was something so calm about the energy between the two of you. It wasn’t passionate or overwhelming like it was with Cat, but comforting. It was lulling Ellie into a sense of security, but she knew it couldn’t last long. 

“Where are you from?” Ellie spoke up. “Did you grow up around here?”

“Close-ish, I guess.” You answered. “I’m from a town north called Star Valley.” 

“Oh shit, you’re right by Jackson.” Ellie exclaimed. 

“Yea, you’re from Jackson?” The idea that you too lived this close and this was your first time meeting almost seemed criminal to Ellie.

“Yeah, me and my friends grew up there. I’m originally from Boston, though, I moved there with my..” You gave her time to speak, it being painfully obvious she was going to have trouble explaining the situation. “Like my dad? He’s not really my dad, he’s just Joel.” She decided to dumb down her complicated relationship with him for the sake of time. You, however, did not try to get any information out of her, or immediately try to get her to be vulnerable with her like Cat did at the beginning of the relationship. You just smiled at her and continued on with the conversation. 

Ellie liked this. She liked being able to have a conversation with a pretty girl that didn’t make her feel like she was tearing herself open just to bond with you. You two were just bonding in the simplest way people could. The sick and sinister part of her, however, was telling her to leave immediately. To avoid the trouble that another heartbreak would bring her. 

That part of her was starting to win over slowly as she remembered the promise she made to herself. She quickly excused herself and told you she would text you about meeting up again to work on the project. Her brain was telling her run, run, run, but she could tell you were still standing there staring as she walked away towards the direction of her building. 

Later that night, after a cool shower and a few hits of her pen, Ellie found herself ranting to Dina over text again.

E: I’m so fucked.

D: what???

E: I’m working with this really hot girl on a project for one of my classes and today we were walking together and it all seemed normal, like toooo normal, so I left. Like I no joke was like “Bye” mid conversation and LEFT HER THERE. What is wrong with me?

D: what happened to ‘i’m never talking to another girl again’?

E: I’m not.

D: …

E: I’M NOT.

E: IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER SHE PROBABLY THINKS I’M A FREAK FOR RUNNING AWAY TODAY

D: true

E: ?????

D: idk why you would do that so i’m not going to lie to you

D: i would think you are a freak

E: Ok, fuck you.

D: what does she look like?

E: Hot. 

D: oh yes thank you for painting such a vivid picture

D: SEND A PICTURE YOU FREAK

E: You are so mean to me.

Ellie felt the need for validation so she did what any normal person would in that situation: she went to instagram and typed in your full name. To her surprise, there you were, smiling as bright as the sun in your profile picture. Ellie suddenly felt like a kid again scanning through your photos, blushing and smiling to herself as she looked at you, losing focus of her original motive. She didn’t realize how far she had scrolled down until she was stopped by the sight of a familiar face. In a post dated over a year ago it was you kissing another girl. 

And that girl was Cat.

[bits-and-babs]

✦ 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 5: CLOTHES ON

joel miller x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.1k words

summary: trapped inside a wardrobe whilst hiding from infected, joel ups the ante of survival.

cw: f!reader, forced proximity, threat to life, mentions of gore, quiet or die kind of vibe, unprotected sex, p in v sex, cream pie, autassassinophilia – arousal in the fear of being killed.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 6: NIPPLE PIERCINGS ⇾

The curve at the base of your skull cracks against the decaying wall of the wardrobe as Joel smothers your startled gasp with his palm. His life-line stifles your heaving, fearful breaths as the croaks and moans of the infected seep beneath the rotten door. Shuffling feet stumble down the corridor, bodies bumping into each other and snarling as they chase the promise of a pulse. Joel forces your eyes to focus on him, silently urging you not to look at the hoard slowly staggering by.

You can make out the image of your horrified expression reflected in his glassy eyes, see the way you shudder and flinch when a body bumps into the door. Joel leans his bodyweight against you, crushing your chest with his own and offers you a stiff shake of his head; a wordless ❝don’t❞. In truth, you don’t need his caution. You wouldn’t dream of it. 

Still, fear continues to coagulate in your gut, the awful stench of the infected creeps between hinges of the wardrobe you had both frantically crammed into in a desperate attempt to avoid the advancing numbers of animated corpses. They weren’t quite like the smell of the rotten carcass of Bill’s friend, Frank, hanging by his neck and emanating a putrid odour that threatened to bring up the rations that you had halved and then halved again – precious calories and nutrients so hard to come by now. No, the infected had a base scent of something similar, but mostly reeked of damp-mould, as though wood had absorbed water and had begun to rot from the inside out. It wasn’t quite retch-inducing, but what they lacked in rancid scent they made up for in threatening numbers and horrifying looks. 

Joel breathes deeply, and the sound wrenches you from your spiralling desire for survival. You watch as his eyes mutate, shift into something much darker. It’s thrilling and horrifying, sets your arm hair on end as you feel him lean forwards, the tip of his nose brushing your temple. 

Stranglers of the hoard of infected runners continue to lumber down the hallway, rasping and snapping at anything that moves– but the chilling sounds are drowned out by the thumping of your pulse in your ears when Joel’s teeth scrape at the curve of your neck. 

“J-Joel,” you squeak, the single syllable barely audible. Fingertips bury into the flesh of your hip, brand your skin with purple, blotchy bruises in warning. He wants you to be silent. An image flashes in your mind's eye; the museum, Joel’s index finger pressed to his lips as the ticking echolocation of a Clicker pulsed through the room. You’d hardly survived then. Tess hadn’t. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you feel your heart leap when he takes the flesh above your pulse-point between his teeth. He bares down on it, tendrils of pain sparking out across the nerves in your neck– enough to mark. A precarious round of Would-I-Lie-To-You when you inevitably stumble upon other survivors who would demand to know where the bite came from. How would you even begin to explain? “Oh, well, me and my partner were chased by a hoard of hundreds of runners into a hotel where we hunkered down in a wardrobe and he decided he wanted to take the chance to fuck me while the runners passed by.” 

Yeah, you wouldn’t believe you either. 

You’d seen Joel before the hospital in Salt Lake. Before he lost Ellie to a lie. Seen the ruthless, immovable survivor who did everything by the book and never once flirted with danger for the sake of a ridiculous thrill– just to feel something. But that was before “I swear.” Before “Okay.” 

The clink of your belt between Joel’s fingertips is the crank of a gun’s hammer pulling back. His own, slow suicide. 

The blunt head of his cock spears your cunt slowly, a shuddering breath buried in the crook of your neck as he sinks into your velvet heat. Thighs crushing his ribs, you rock your head back against the wall of the wardrobe and swallow down the wail that bubbles in your throat. 

Then he’s grasping the backs of your legs, just below the crook of your knees and folds them back against your chest. Joel’s practically folding you in half, exposing your glistening cunt before beginning a pace so devastating that it obliterates the primal fear settled deep within your gut and reinstates a carnal arousal that has you clawing at his shoulders. 

Again, his palm smothers your shrieks before you manage to ring the dinner bell. Joel, however, works in utter silence. Easing back before cracking his hips back into you, the most he offers in return is a soft groan of relief. Perhaps the jolting thrusts of his pelvis had shaken your very being from your body, but you’re almost certain you feel a smirk dance against your pulse. 

Dampness clings to your skin, fear and delight, horror and bliss drawing the perspiration from your pores. Joel loves it– lathes his tongue against your throat to taste the salt of you as he buries his cock deep inside of you. He’s bruising you. 

You try to say his name, but it dies in your throat before you even mouth it. Joel hears it anyway– he always does. Listens to the tremor in your thighs, pays attention to the tightening of your abdomen beneath his palm, takes heed of the strain of your leather boots when your toes curl. He responds likewise, roughly pushing his thumb into the throbbing swell of your clit.

It rocks through you, materialising so quickly there’s no way to halt the faint cry of bliss swallowed by Joel’s palm. He halts his thrusts suddenly, each muscle in his body stalling in fear as you come apart around his fat, throbbing dick. Tears well and stream from your eyes, bleeding into your hairline as you thrash against the seering pleasure. 

“F-Fuck–” Joel chokes quietly in your ear, and suddenly he’s pulsing, painting your pretty pussy with his cum. There’s so much of it, seeping from your folds and streaming down the inside of your thighs as he fucks it into you, face contorting with bliss as he overstimulates himself through his orgasm just to draw out the sensation a little longer. 

When the dust settles, no infected claw at the door. There’s no runners who have heard your cries, silence falling on the corridors of the hotel beyond the hinges of the wardrobe. Instead, an altogether different monster rears its ugly head and sinks its teeth into your flesh. Neither of you will admit it– can admit that the fear of being found, of being torn limb from limb and devoured had been enough to force a mind-shattering orgasm from Joel. No, you can’t admit it, but you can’t forget either. 

The cum leaking from between your legs as you both continue your journey back to Boston makes sure of it. 

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@bloodmoon-bites @wiltedwonderland @doggydale @limegreenbabx @namelesshumanperson @ninahhh-brahh

[notjustjavierpena]

Siggy, the real question is pls get some more pregnancy joel…..bc tempers has me feeling some type of way 😮‍💨🥹

The Making of Ellie - Part IV

A/N: Ask and you shall receive, anon ❤️ Hope it is worth the wait. 

Summary: Your libido has increased since getting pregnant. Joel doesn’t have a problem with indulging you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 smut (mdni!), teasing, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, pregnancy sex, bit of fluff, intense orgasms, handjob, come-eating, desperate and whimpering joel is a warning in itself, the tiniest use of daddy.

Word count: 2.4k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49183051/chapters/124097539

Libido

Since entering your third trimester, your libido has increased significantly. It is to the point where you feel painfully hot and bothered throughout the day, having described it as an itch that simply won’t go away no matter how much you scratch it. You’ll cross your legs, bite your lip, flush pink and be short of breath just by catching a glimpse of Joel, and he’ll be on you as soon as humanly possible. In short: You just want to, and you do, fuck all the damn time. Bed, bathroom, kitchen, in the hallway, once on the staircase, car. 

Joel is happy to oblige, at least inside the four walls of your shared home. Sarah has completely fled the house at this point; despite it starting with your temper tantrums, her distaste for being home was really set in stone when she walked in on the two of you in a compromising position. 

“Dad, I’m really happy for you and all, but Jesus Christ, I’ll be home again tomorrow,” she’d said, and now, she comes home for dinner and to pack her soccer bag. He lets her. She’s practically grown at this point, and he’ll see her when she needs him, he knows this. He has made it a habit to text her goodnight too, and she always responds quickly with a heart emoji.

You on the other hand are a whole different story. You are always in close proximity to him, circling him like a goddamn cat who does not want to admit its attachment to you and waiting to strike for the right moment to get attention. 

Joel is emptying the dishwasher, a thing that he has made clear is his job after the incident, when he spots you out of the corner of his eye. He smiles to himself and pretends not to see you, continuing his work on getting all the mugs into the cabinet above him without crushing any of the million amounts of snacks you have hidden in the back. 

You move closer. He watches still, catches the way your skirt flows as you walk to stand on his right side. You grip the edge of the kitchen counter, leaning against it and eyeing him up. 

“Hey babe,” you say, tapping a finger on the front of the kitchen cabinet. 

“Hi honey,” he replies nonchalantly to make you work for it. He starts filling up the dishwasher too, causing a microexpression of frustration and confusion on your face. 

“Do you wanna do something together?” You suggest. 

“Sure, when ’m done here.”

“How about now? Skip the cleaning up thing?” 

“Is there anythin’, in particular, ya wanna do?” He acts oblivious. He goes to wash his hands, “Somethin’ that can’t wait?”

“Well,” you say with confidence, “Wouldn’t you rather get with—“

You push your hands down onto the counter to lift yourself up onto the kitchen table, but the act is hardly successful; you’ve become too stiff to do it, and it ends up a lot less sexy than Joel assumes is your intention. You try again, but you can’t get your ass onto the table, round belly in the way of being flexible enough to be seductive. 

“Hold up,” you furrow your brows, trying your act again and using your legs to kickstart the jump off the floor but yet again to no avail, “I can do this.”

“Sweetheart,” Joel says, one hand resting on his chin as he hides the urge to laugh out loud. He clears his throat to cover up a chuckle. 

“Stop,” you snap at him as you catch him actually laughing at you. He tries to suppress it, but when it bubbles up in his chest without his control, you become stubborn, “No, no, just wait.”

You struggle for a few moments more whilst Joel bites his cheek to keep you from getting upset. Eventually, you groan, “A little help here?”

“Sure,” Joel stands in front of you. He pushes on the soles of your feet the next time you try jumping, giving you the boost you need to perch yourself on the surface. 

“Now,” you brush non-existent dust off your skirt, gesturing to yourself afterward. Joel thinks you’re adorable, “Wouldn’t you rather get with this than clean the kitchen?” 

Joel sends you a smirk, “After that whole display, I’m actually not sure. Can you jump down and do it again so I’m certain?”

“Joel,” you bite, crossing your arms over your chest. He doesn’t know if you purposely squeeze your fuller breasts together or if he is just a dog, but he cannot help himself from staring. You catch him doing it, “Great. So you can stare at my cleavage, but you can’t touch me?” 

Joel says your name. You ignore him. 

“Have I not been paying ‘nough attention to ya?” Joel tuts in the softest voice, closing the distance between you to stand in between your legs, “Is that why you’re actin’ up?” 

You pout at him so prettily, arms still underneath your tits and fingers tapping on your elbows. It turns more fun when you don’t reply, gaze dropping after it becomes too intense to stare back at him. Joel loves this little game, can feel his cock twitch in his jeans and threaten to strain against the zipper. You look past his shoulder, chewing on your bottom lip with a sort of pained restlessness. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” Joel continues. He reaches out to place his palm on your round belly, rubbing soothingly as you continue to ignore him in your attempt to repress a tantrum. He knows you get angry and frustrated when you don’t eat, but after getting you pregnant, he has discovered that you react the same to not getting fucked on the regular too, “‘S not right for me to tease ya like that.”

“No, it’s not,” you agree, placing your hand on top of his in a gesture of reconciliation, “Think you should make it up to your baby mama. She’s going insane, you know. Only you help.” 

Joel can feel his cock start to harden already. It is so easy for you to rile him up these days, hearing you talk about how he has ruined anything else for you. He is the only one to save you from this torment, and luckily, Joel likes to be useful. 

“Yeah? And what’s that?” Joel’s hand on your stomach slips down and then up under your skirt. He glides his fingertips along your inner thigh, watches you struggle to find the words as his digits go further north until they rest right by the fabric of your underwear. He can feel the warmth radiating from your core.

“Uhh,” you say as your mind fogs. Your legs automatically spread for him.

“This?” He hooks his thumb underneath the damp fabric right at your center, “Jesus, you’re so wet, baby. I’m so sorry. If you’d just told me, I would’ve—“

“Just touch me, stop talking, and—” you whine, scooting a little further towards the edge to give him more access, “Don’t have to worry now.”

Joel’s thumb settles on your clit and presses down lightly. It causes you to say his name desperately, the back of your head knocking against the kitchen cabinet when you crane your neck back. 

“Shit, are you okay?” Joel asks. He stops temporarily while you reach up to touch the back of your head. Though instead of wincing, you start giggling and Joel cannot suppress his own laughter. 

“Keep going,” you egg him on, “I’ll be more careful.”

Joel decides to pull your underwear to the side instead, so he can sink two fingers into you. You let out a shaky breath, “Oh, fuck. That’s just what I needed.”

Joel’s thumb is on your clit again. He fucks you on his digits slowly, searches for your g-spot for only a second before rubbing it with the pads of his fingers. God, the way your face goes slack. You absolutely love it. 

The wet squelches of your cunt are obscene enough to get him painfully hard in mere seconds too, combined with the feeling of your walls fluttering with your climax building.

“How the fuck are you so soaked?” He asks in disbelief. 

“May have pregamed,” you admit in your blissful state. 

“What?” Joel doesn’t stop what he is doing, but he slows down until he has almost come to a halt. 

You find his gaze with a frown, “Don’t stop.”

“I haven’t… pregamed?”

You squirm a little and try to move, but Joel places his free hand on your belly to stop you, “Tried to take care of it myself. Didn’t fucking work, okay? The angle is all wrong.”

Joel cannot believe his ears. He lets his hand go up to grab your chin and then starts fucking your cunt with his fingers in earnest. You cry out softly, holding his gaze intensely. 

“You find me, okay?” He puts on the voice that always makes you shut up and nod, “I don’t care what the fuck I’m doing. Say you wanna come and I’ll be there.”

Just like he predicted, you simply nod at his words. Your hand comes up to wrap around his wrist, and he marvels at how you are barely able to connect your fingertips when your hand is in a fist around it. He loves you. Sweetest little thing he has ever known. 

“Gonna be a good girl and come f’me?” He smiles devilishly when your breathing indicates that you are close. He lets go of your chin and splays the palm on your chest to feel your rapid heartbeat, “Make those legs tremble f’me?”

He curls his fingers upwards to torture his favorite spot inside of you, and then you are coming around them with fast pulses of your walls. He watches your thighs twitch once and then twice before actually shaking violently, making him wonder how long you’ve involuntarily edged yourself before finding him. 

“Fuck, Joel, Joel,” you gasp in a very particular way, and Joel quickly removes his fingers from your cunt to see how a wet patch forms on your skirt from how you gush repeatedly as your climax reaches its peak.

It doesn’t even matter that it’s in the fucking kitchen, because the pride that he feels at making you squirt knows no bounds, and he cannot help the boyishness in his chuckle, “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Holy fuck,” you groan as you come down from your high. You rest your head against the kitchen cabinet again, this time without knocking it roughly into it. 

“Good?” He asks. 

“Fantastic,” you sigh contentedly, “Just gimme a sec. Take your pants off. I wanna do something nice for you before I go take this stupid skirt off.”

“Baby, you don’t have to,” he reassures despite how his dick hurts by now. 

“Pants off, Miller,” you commandeer. 

Joel follows through without further hesitation. He makes quick work of undoing his jeans and shoving them down with his underwear, grunting at the friction along his hard cock. 

“Look at you,” you say with a pout, “Poor baby daddy.”

You reach out to grab a hold of his cock, watching the bead of precome that threatens to drip down from the tip. Running the pads of your fingers up and down the shaft teasingly, Joel lets out a relieved moan at finally being touched but it only lasts for a moment because nothing escalates. 

“You said something nice. This ain’t nice, sweetheart,” he tells you with a groan, squeezing himself further in between your legs to get closer to your smug expression. You swear the precome over the sensitive head and both of Joel’s hands fly to the kitchen counter. He places them flat against the surface, “Really not gonna say anythin?’

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head, eyes still glazed over with your post-orgasmic bliss but now also sporting an innocence that drives him mad. You start stroking his dick, fist tightening around his girth and he can feel himself pulse in your hand.

It feels fucking great as you drag your palm over the skin again and again, but something clicks in Joel’s head when desperation hits. Fuck, he wants to come.

It would be impossible to make his body listen to him right now as it feels disconnected from reality and control. He tilts his hips, looks down at where you’re touching him so expertly, and then fucks himself into your tight grip. 

“Jesus Christ, Joel,” you say in disbelief but never falter. If anything, you manage to squeeze enough to make it a tighter fit without hurting him, “Fuck, you’re so hot like this.”

“Fuck,” he swears loudly and speeds up his hips. One of the hands on the kitchen table comes up to grab a cabinet handle, knuckles turning white as he strains to chase his orgasm. 

When the rubber band at the base of his spine snaps, Joel stills his hips. Your hand hesitates for a second, but then the first rope of come spills over your hand and you milk him for every drop he has in him. 

Joel hasn’t come like this in a while; always empties himself sheathed inside your soft cunt, but when you praise him absentmindedly as he comes, he finds that he might become partial to it. He pants through the almost painful clenches of his lower stomach and balls. 

When he whimpers at the over-sensitivity, your hand stills completely. Your free hand strokes his cheek with the back of your fingers, “You good? Talk to me.”

It takes a beat to find his bearings once more. His hand plops down onto the counter again. He mumbles with exhaustion coating his voice, “Alright. ‘M back.”

He thinks you’re as spent as him, but with your remaining energy, you lift your hand from his cock to lick his come off the back of it with the flat of your tongue. He groans, “Dirty girl.”

“What? It has vitamins,” you tease, giving your hand another kitten lick, “Unfortunately not D. Should’ve been vitamin D.” 

Joel rolls his eyes. He struggles a little with his balance as he gets dressed again, blood still not having fully returned to his brain. He gets the paper towels and helps you clean up, but you just look at him with a dazed smile.

“What?” He questions.

“You better fuck me like that tonight,” you muse.

“You know what to say, and I’ll be there. No pregaming,” he replies simply and helps you onto the ground again, “Now go change, momma.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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[insanermin]

oh god, can you make my heart stop?

pairing: college!au ellie x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, uh soft ellie? lowkey nsfw, not really proof read sorry

word count: 1,8k

summary: ellie isn't a huge party fan but ever since you failed your only mutual class she hoped to see you again, and she does. or; ellie is lowkey awkward but you make out in the middle of a kitchen during a house party.

another friday night, another four walls you're not familiar with. ever since you failed this one class, you've been escalating a bit and suddenly you find yourself at every house party there is, but this is just temporary, to 'calm down'.

and for once, the music roaring from the speakers is actually good. although, when did it get so full? earlier, you could comfortably navigate your way through the living room all the way to the hallway, but all you see is bodies and red cups at this point.

so, the genius idea that the kitchen must be a little emptier comes to your mind.

you make your way to the kitchen, squeezing yourself through all the sweaty bodies until you can finally make out a room that looks like a kitchen.

relieved, you lean against the kitchen island.

"guys what the fuck, i'm not your barkeeper, i've been making drinks for 15 minutes now," a voice emerges from right behind you, how can someone speak so loudly over the booming speakers? you turn around, and,

oh.

that is ellie williams. the ellie williams you had literature with, which you failed horrendously. but it's too late to turn around now, she recognises you and a smile creeps up on her face.

"oh? i know you! haven't seen you in a while!" she yells, waving with the red cup in her hand. shit shit shit, not only did you fail the class, ellie knows too, and the worst: you will never see her again. you won't lie, yes, maybe you did have a crush on her but please, who didn't? it's not that big of a deal. and she probably knows that too. well, now you do care. what if she knows that you actually have been watching her this whole—

"hey? ignoring me? that's a little harsh," ellie shouts, her eyebrows rising in disappointment. why does she look so good? maybe you've had too much to drink, but you can't help but observe her.

white, unbuttoned shirt, black tank top.

sleeves rolled up, the tattoo on her right forearm on full sight. her hands are so veiny and big, you're relieved that no one can read your mind.

"no, sorry, just bummed about failing class, you know," you chuckle in self pity. damn, this is depressing.

"can't hear you, come here," she yells, her eyes squinting in order to hear you better, interesting. wait, did she just ask you to come closer? no, you can't, you probably smell like alcohol, you're super sweaty and why is the overhead light on? you will look so unflattering and—

ellie's standing right in front of you. now this was unexpected, you want to take a step back, but you're already leaned against the island. dead end, pretty much. you didn't expect her to be the same height as you, which makes you chuckle.

"laughing at me too now, huh?" you can hear her clearly now, all you can focus on is the way her lips move while she speaks.

"sorry, think i had too much, but how is, uh, uni treating you? doing well?" you ask, never have you ever thought so hard about what to ask during small talk. you see ellie's shoulders shaking, she's laughing. what's so funny? you pout, then realise you're standing in front of ellie williams, that probably looked really silly.

"okay, i see. small talk it is then," she chuckles, her head slightly tilted to the right, studying your face.

"what do you mean?" you ask, because quite frankly, what does she mean? small talk then? what kind of answer is that?

"don't mind me, i'm just the barkeeper," ellie says. god, she's awkward.

in your imagination, she was more cocky but now you can't decide if imagination or reality is better.

but what you don't know is, that ellie has been watching you the same way you've been watching her. the first time you entered class, ellie couldn't take her eyes off of you. you were totally her type and to her luck, you decided to sit right in front of her. she couldn't even concentrate, all she did was observe the nape of your neck and your side profile, well to specific your soft, plump lips. it was disheartening to hear that you failed class and that she wouldn't see you again, so unlike her usual self, ellie decided to go to a house party and forget about you. but here you are and you look way too good for her not to try and shoot her shot.

"can i make you a drink?" she asks, but all you see are her veiny hands.

"i thought you hated playing barkeeper?" you shoot back, is ellie flirting with you? you're confused, however you're liking where this is going.

"for a pretty woman like you, i don't mind," ellie chuckles while her hand briefly brushes against yours. you raise your eyebrow in suspicion, but ellie shakes her head, she'd never put something disgusting in your drink, not yet. ellie makes her way back to her friends, earning dirty looks from them.

"you suck, i'm losing millions of bets because of you," one of them says, but ellie returns only a smile. she finds some vodka and ginger beer, but moscow mule sucks without lime juice. you watch her open the cabinets, looking for something, her arms reaching for the top. they are really toned, you never noticed before. finally, she stops and you watch her hold something round and green in her hands. she cuts it in half, a lime you assume, you have perfect view on whatever she's doing. inappropriate isn't enough to describe what you're thinking and feeling while watching ellie squeeze the juice out of the lime, her fingers entangled in hot mess.

your whole body follows her as she comes back to you, your chest facing her again. ellie holds the cup up to her face, with her index finger on the rim of the cup.

"i spilled some lime juice right here," she taps her finger against the cup while she grins in anticipation. you cross your arms, tilt your head and raise your eyebrow in confusion.

"well, both of my hands are full—" she places her right hand on your left arm, her thumb stroking you gently.

"and you could help me out," ellie continues, her eyes fixated on your lips. suddenly, everything starts to spin around you, you feel the bass through your whole body, you see ellie's chest move up and down, her breath slowing down, slow and steady. anything you do now is a consequence of you drinking too much, you tell yourself. your right hand reaches out for her sleeve, you pull yourself closer to the raised cup, there where ellie's sticky finger rests. she looks you up and down and her gaze is so intense, you can feel your lower body throbbing. realising that makes you blush, you want to look away but you suddenly feel one of ellie's big, rough hand run your body down, leaving goosebumps everywhere. not once did she look away, her eyes still fixated on you, watching your every move. her hand stops right above your hip, pulling you closer. you look back up, move your head closer to the cup that hides ellie's neck, until you're lips are close enough to touch her fingers.

"return the favor?" ellie whispers, her grip tightening around your hips. you gently press your lips against her finger and use a little bit of your tongue, making sure it's completely clean, of course.

"tastes good, lime juice," you chuckle while you lick the lime juice mixed with saliva on your lips. watching you lick her fingers, then your own lips, ellie can't hold back anymore. she wants to know what it feels like to be kissing you, what you taste like. holding you close to her isn't enough anymore, her thoughts run wild. what does your skin feel like? how many clothes does she need to take off to get on your skin? you observe her put the cup on the counter and feel her hand leave your body as she runs it through her hair. you're surprised that you're disappointed that her hand isn't on you anymore, but before that disappointment could settle in, you feel both of them on your waist, pulling you closer than ever.

"if it's good, mind letting me have a taste?" you're even more astonished to see ellie's face turn a bright shade of red, you expected her to be a natural flirt, but she is much cuter this way. with your arms around her neck and hers around your waist, you could swear that heaven must feel just like this very moment. you nod and can't believe she waited for you to give consent, god, she is just adorable. her hands move up to your neck, cupping your face gently, the last thing you see is her smiling before you get a taste of her wet lips. ever since ellie saw you she couldn't stop fantasising about kissing you, she'd wanted your lips on hers for months and she makes sure you feel it.

your heart skips a beat or two, breath shortening, your hands suddenly in her hair. god this is messy. all you can feel is her body grinding up against yours as the bass roars from the speakers and pounds right through you. she slips her tongue in while you breathe in her intoxicating scent. burying your fingers in her hair isn't enough, you need more, and all of a sudden, ellie pushes her pelvis against yours, you inhale sharply. your lips were separated only for a few moments before she pulls you close again, devouring you. never has anyone kissed you as hungry and sloppy as she did and you felt so incredibly weak. and ellie realises that it's too late to stop, she doesn't want to, she wants her hands all over you, she wants you all to herself. She tugs your bottom lip in between hers and grins.

pounding bass, pounding heart, pounding pulse. her lips trail down to your neck, she breathes hot air on you. you roll your eyes back, biting down all sorts of noises you'd love to make at the touch of her lips. rough hands, she gently holds you by your hair and pulls your head to the side. chest to chest, you feel each other's palpitating heart while the throbbing in between your legs has made itself apparent. ellie glances down, there where you need her the most and she chuckles. You shoot her a glare; apologetic eyes return as an answer.

"you wanna take this like, somewhere else?" ellie whispers, her wet lips brushing against your ear. god, she's such a tease. you nod and she plants one more kiss on your lips, takes your hand and leads you through the crowded rooms, dancing bodies brushing against yours, but none of them feel like ellie's. her touch has left you lingering for more and ellie can't wait much longer to have her hands on you again.

a/n: wrote this omw to uni bc there's this one class that has mandatory attendance and i missed twice already,,, third time's not a charm. also this is inspired by 'bellakeo' peso pluma.

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♪ Pairings: Ellie x Fem reader

♪ Summary: You're a 12th grade cheerleader closeted lesbian hard core crushing on Ellie who's into ceramics, you finally work up the courage to talk to her.

Warnings: 12th grade AU, fem cheerleader reader, Ceramics Ellie, masterbation, heated make out, swearing

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Her soft hair, in contrast with her cold, bright green eyes, her freckles that you counted like stars, her long finger tips, her tattoos.. It's all you ever thought about. Ellie Williams is the only person you thought about.

Walking out of your second period class, just to see her stroll past you in the hallway, it always shattered your will to live. The way she stared dead into your eyes, as you watched her walk by, watching her turn her head back twice to look at you, the way she walked with her hands resting in her pockets, your heart was collapsing in on itself.

Every single sound you'd managed to tune out, to focus on her steady, cool footsteps in comparison to your clumsy, uncoordinated ones. Her eye lashes that fluttered, you were bewitched by her existence, and admitingly, it was ruining you.

"Y/n?!" One of your girls called, snapping you out of your daydream who'd just walked by you "huh?" You gasped. "What was that?!" She asked, furrowing her brows at you. "What? What was what?" You said. "Don't play dumb, that!" The shorter girl frowned. "You were walking so slow everyone gave us shit for it. Were you not listening?"

"oh" you replied, "whatever" she rolled her eyes. "Let's just go before we're late to class again."

"Seriously, what am I? Your mother?" she mumbled under her breath, grabbing your arm to pull you along at her speed. You knew she didn't mean it in any condescending way, in all honesty you knew she was just worried about you. You'd been coming across the same fantasy in the same hallway since nearing the end of 10th grade, and every time you'd gotten so deeply lost in it. You would have forgotten your own name if your bestfriend wasn't always snapping you out of it.

The walk to your class was short and uneventful, the hallways clearing before the bells even rang. You entered the classroom, deprived of most students, you greeted the teacher before taking your seat nearly by the desks in the center of the classroom. Eager for the time to go by so you'd finally get to your cheer practice. You sat playing with your pen, bored, the girl who'd once been annoyed by you now talking your ear off. And for then you thought your ears would've started bleeding. Until she walked in.

The same girl you stalked on Instagram constantly, who you'd known her life in and out; yet still couldn't talk to her; Ellie Williams. Your head followed as you watched her sit diagonally behind from you. Your gaze shifting as soon as she sat to face the front, at this point you hadn't heard anything the talkative girl had said within the last 15 minutes, all you knew, and saw was Ellie's eyes focusing on her sketches, the veins on her hands changing forms ever so gently as she scratched at the sheet of paper with her pencil. It was like you were put under a spell whenever she was around, so enchanted by her demeanor when she sat there, unaware of your existence, or aware and just didn't give two shits, none of them much better than the other. But you couldn't help but stare longingly. The Bell finally rang and the last few people entered the classroom, and your bestfriend scoffing, causing you to look away.

The rest of the class, you and the girl you spent most of your days with talked, ‘completing’ work and laughing absentmindedly as if nothing had happened the previous hour ago.

But every 5 minutes you'd shoot short and hidden glances, just to find her glances returned every single time, the butterflies in the pit of your stomach began pick up, to swarm, like a hurricane, at this point, your work hadn't been... nearly as neat or as complete as you would've wanted it to, or atleast what would've been if Ellie wasn't constantly catching your glances in the palm of her hand just like that. You'd noticed your bestfriend tuning out, intensely looking out the window; Football practice. When it came down to it, none of you could really complain about the unfinished work, clearly you were both pining over two people who didn't give two shits about either of you. And in your book, you both agreed to let it go.

When class came to an end, you along with your bestfriend quickly made your way to the field, every girl dressed in bright pink attire and poofy nice bows, short-skirts, if you were being completely honest, it might've been one of the only reasons you ever started cheerleading.

"Y/n!" The members of your team called, swarming you so fast you'd hadn't even seen half their faces. "Hiyya!" You smiled, exchanging hugs that were quick and sweet with eachother. As the time went by, joking around, the coach had arrived, speaker in hand. "Places!" She shouted. You hurriedly took your spot at the front of the team, your bestfriend closely to the side of you and the other girls placed at random.

The upbeat song started playing, your hips swayed, the girls danced, your pom-poms merely just an extension of your body. This was your happy place, the music, your friends, the girls, the dancing. Your feet were coordinated, you knew what you were doing for once, you didn't need to worry. The short song came to an end, your coach giving constructive criticism to the girls who'd needed, and all listened, and you went again, the people on the bleachers in their world, and you in your own. You continued to follow the consistent beats, your 4th try coming to and end.

"Alright girls, again!" The blonde shouted once more. "God, you'd think we were the ones going up against the opposing foot ball team" your bestfriend whispered to you. "Yeah" you said uneasily, watching a girl walk onto the bleachers, her short hair blowing, and her eyes squinting at the sun. You hadn't realized it was Ellie until she had turned to look down at you, you jumping out of your skin when you made eye contact. Her hooded eyes and sweet looking lips had you melting, losing your sanity, you backed up, missing the beat of the song, you bumped into one of the girls, lost in her eyes, her constellation cheeks.

You were dizzy, watching her laugh at your fail, her smile pure gold, your cheeks went red, not having heard anything your coach said. The girl you'd bumped into grabbed onto your arms from behind you, giving you a gentle and reassuring shake. "You okay?" She whispered. Ellie was still watching you, the small smile still plastered across her face still not having left. "Uh, no yeah— sorry, zoned out" you apologized, her gaze not leaving yours. You watched as her eyes followed your every move.

You needed to calm down. You apologized again, asking for permission to leave for the bathroom, in which, you did. You rapidly walked to the girls room, frantically trying to get her smile out of your mind. The restroom was empty, you sat down on the floor, your pom-poms on the left side of you. You felt the beads of sweat forming at your skin, every inch of your body at the point where if you could; you'd have dislocated everyone single one of them.

The cold floor had cooled you down, no matter how gross and disgusting it was, you needed it. You listened as the bell rang for the next period.

"Hey" called a blunt voice, you looked over to see the smile of the girl you were having a melt down over. Your heart caught in your throat. Not knowing what to say. You averted your gaze, forcing the stuck saliva to go down your throat. "Uhm.. Hi" You blurted out. "That was funny" she grinned, "out there" she chuckled again, the butterflies that never really left returning to haunt you. "Uh yeah— you caught me off gaurd" you gently smiled at her, finally getting a good look at her face, all the different things, your favorite things about her, you could've written a list on everything you liked about her, but that would've been everything. "How so?" She laughed. You felt like your life had just fallen apart. Knowing you were talking to the girl who you'd never spoken too, who you were so madly in love with. She squatted down to your current eye level patiently waiting on your long awaited response. "Uh, I... Don't know." You laughed nervously, her eyes never leaving yours. "If you say so" she smiled, standing back up. "Did you follow me here?" You raised a brow, curiously. "What makes you think that?" She remarked. "It just so happens that after I embarrass myself infront of you, you follow me here" you mumble. "Nah" she smiled, "just had to take a piss" she chuckled, walking towards one of the stalls. "You good though?" She turned back around briefly, concern laced within her tone. "No, Yeah, I'm good" you smiled. Apart of you sad she hadn't come for you. "Good to hear" she flashed you another one of her kiss worthy smiles before officially entering and locking her stall. You stood up, leaving the bathroom in unease. Your heart pounding and your head a mess. Every one of her actions on repeat. Her voice playing over and over. She was so flawlessly careless, and yet you could barely find words to communicate to her.

School ended not long after. You drove home with your bestfriend, you thanked her as you exited the car, giving her a quick kiss to the cheek and a "love you!!" Waving her goodbye, you walked to your door, you took out your keys hearing her honk the horn as a final goodbye, and you unlocked your door.

The house was empty, like always, you tossed your back to the side, groaning at the rollercoaster ride of a day. You rushed to your room, changing out of your pink cheer uniform, into a lazy silk house coat.

You layed down on your unmade bed, sighing, the stress leaving your body as you could finally relax. You scrolled through instagram, all the girls you'd followed popping up, all so pretty, full lips, strong arms, and toned stomachs. You scrolled for a bit longer before coming across a page.

Ellies page. You bit your lip, tapping on the side profile in her profile picture. Her following well over a thousand, and the amount of videos of just her filling the screen, you pressed on the most recent one, where she sat in the ceramics room you'd recognized from school, her sweat pants messy and fingers so skilled. She looked at the camera every few minutes, the piece she was making taking form every time she moved her slender hands. Your heart stopped, thinking of what'd it'd be like if it was you instead of the piece. The butterflies swarming once more in your lower abdomen, and the space between your thighs heating up, your hands slid down between your legs. Rubbing ever so gently at your throbbing clit, your mind replacing your fingers with Ellie's. Your breaths uneven and irregular, your legs began to shake, until you felt the buzz come from your phone. The red heart bright on the screen; you'd liked Ellie's posts. Your heart dropped, shock washing over the pleasure. You quickly unliked, getting off her page, your breath still rapid, you pressed on your notifications. Her account requesting to follow you, you gasped. "Shit" you closed your eyes, you accepted the follow request, following her back, soon after her name popping up on your screen. She'd sent you a message.

"Hey" reading with the same voice she'd used today. You responded a simple hi. The conversation began, a smile across your face when she responded, when she reacted to your messages, she'd had you hooked. Every text she sent, every photo she liked, you were obsessed, you were obsessed with her smile, her eyes, her tattoos, her laugh, her raspy concerned voice. You'd completely lost your mind by now, the photos she sent of her hands after her ceramics session, the close ups of her eye, and the pictures she'd taken when she thought something was beautiful. In three hours you'd learnt about her friends, her plans for college, her future, you'd saved every photo of herself she sent to you. And night had fallen far quicker than you thought.

11:30 rolled around when you texted her goodnight, "goodnight" a heart emoji beside she texted, and your own skipping a beat, you closed your phone, forcing the thoughts out of your mind and prayed you'd fall asleep fast.

The next to weeks had flown by, the conversations going from 7:30 to 12:00, it was never ending and you felt yourself falling more and more deeply in love with her. For everytime she texted, was another thought across your mind wanting to ask her to hang out, you were stuck, you didn't want to seem crazy. And yet you were yearning for the adrenaline rush, to see if this was your chance. In your last period of the day, you'd texted her, almost absent mindidly, asking her to go for a walk with you, maybe get some food. To which she agreed, you watched the time tick away slowly, taunting you every minute, yet saving you, your heart beat increased with the seconds. You were counting the minutes away from when you'd walk into the room filled with works and ceramics. You thought back on what to say, what you would do when you saw her. Thinking about it drawing you away from the time you'd been counting; the end of class upon you. The bell rang and the room she was always in at the end of the day was calling you.

"You need a ride home?" Your best friend followed you to your locker as you pulled out your thin cardigan in your favourite color. "I think I'll be okay" you smiled as you watched her walk away. You now on your way to the Ceramics room Ellie was in, each step heavier and more hesitant. The door way half open, you heard faint music from the very room she was in, you followed the sound to the door, peaking in through the crack. There she sat, her breaths steady and her face irregular, calm, her fingers still as skilled from when you'd first saw the video she posted, you watched as a loose strand of hair fell from behind her ear. Her tattoo was stained, her bracelets tangled, you had taken in every detail, the distant sun illuminating the room enough to make her seem like just another angel like shadow, her hair bright.

"Are you spying on me?" She joked, smirking at how long you'd been standing in the door way admiring her. "No, I'm just.. really into ceramics" you lied, flashing her a cheeky smile. "Really? You've thrown before?" Her voice was soft, you turned to look at the pieces at the corner of the room "no" you shifted your stance. "C'mere, I'll teach you" she opened her legs signalling you to come sit between them. Your heart skipped a beat as you sat, her arm just above your hip and the other ones hand guiding yours, showing you how you'd shape everything, "so here, you'd just..." she spoke, her fingers above yours demonstrating, soon you getting the hang of it. Her arms now only resting on your waist and her breath tickling your neck. The sounds of satisfaction coming from her mouth when you did as asked.

You felt her smile against your skin, soon the silence was the only thing filling the room. Your heart pounded begging for a way out of your chest, the way she'd left her arms around you watching you take interest in her hobbies, it was too much. If it were up to you, you would've been calling her yours already, instead of hopelessly letting her ruin your ability to think.

You turned your head to look at her, glancing down at her chapped lips who'd already been smiling at you, sending you over the edge, you cupped her face, dirtying her with the wetness from the clay, you pulled away just as quickly. "Fuck, I'm sorry" you apologized, staring at the paintings on the wall. Her hands suddenly gripped your hips harder, pulling you in for another soft kiss, passionately licking your lips for entrance, you hummed into the kiss, "why didn't you tell me?" She whispered kissing the area around your lips, "scared" you croaked out, her smile against your lips when you wrapped your arms around her neck, her dried clay hands grabbed onto your ass cheek from under your skirt, lifting you up to pin you to the nearest wall ever, squeezing it as she did, you moaned into the lip to lip contact, her warm breath intoxicating you, you found her knee between your legs rubbing at your hot and throbbing pussy, having you struggling to kiss her back, you felt your legs giving out under you, the only thing keeping you up being her knee and the hand caressing your plush and soft ass cheek that she adored all too much. You whimpered quietly between every soft kiss she left across your skin, the wetness being traced down your neck like due drops. Her hand played with your inner thigh, whispering how warm you were down there for her.

"Fuck" you breathed, "do you know how long I've been in love with you?" You whispered, playing with her hair as she focused on mole on your neck. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to finally make a move?" She smirked into your skin going back up to your face to kiss the light freckles across your cheeks. "Really?" You smiled softly as she kissed your forehead next. "Yes really. First day of school" she pulled away, looking you in the eyes, her eyes filled with honesty and desire. "I've been so obsessed with you everyday since the end of 10th grade" your cheeks glowed red up until your ears, "Soo... wha'now?" The green eyed girl looked at you adoringly, her arms still holding strongly onto your hips. "Would You maybe wanna go out?" You asked shyly, her lips just inches away from yours.

"Id like to make that work" she smiled, placing a last kiss on your lips.

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[mamaestapa]

Jealous Joe for the blurb night. Maybe reader wearing someone elses jersey

Wrong Number|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: You wear Tee’s jersey to a game and Joe gets jealous

•warnings: jealous joe, friends to lovers, implied smut

"Hey Y/n," Tee greeted, giving you a hug, "good to see you." You smiled and wrapped your arms around the football player, giving him a gentle squeeze before you pulled away from him.

"Hi Tee," you smiled, "good game today. You did so good!"

Tee was your best friend. You met him a couple years ago when he moved in across the street from you. You were completely starstruck when you realized that Tee Higgins was your new neighbor. He had a house warming party a few days after he was finally settled into his new home. He invited all of his friends, teammates, and neighbors--including you. When you attended the party and met Tee, the two of you instantly became friends. Your friendship only getting stronger as the years went on.

However, that's all you and Tee are. Best friends. Because you have a crush on one of his good friends and teammates...Joe Burrow.

Joe is the insanely hot, blonde, tall quarterback with beautiful blue eyes. Tee had introduced you to Joe during one of his other parties. It was after a Thursday night game that the Bengals had won. He had all of his teammates over, plus some other close friends to celebrate the first win of the new season. Tee had introduced to many of his hot teammates throughout the night, but Joe in particular caught your eye. Something about his confidence and the way he spoke to you had you instantly hooked.

Since that night, you and Joe had become quite good friends. Not as good as you and Tee, but the two of you were still friends. You hung out every once in a while, but it wasn't often. Oh how you wanted that to change...

Tee had invited you to the Bengals home game against the Cleveland Browns. It was an early window game, meaning you'd only be out at the stadium until at the latest 5 o'clock. Sometimes after games that you attend, Tee would take you out for drinks with some of his teammates to celebrate. That was really only after the night games though.

"Thanks. It's only because I had my good luck charm there." he said, winking at you. You shook your head and let out a light laugh. "Sure, that's definitely why."

Tee looked taken aback, "What makes you think I was talking about you? I could have been talking about your hot friend Ellie." You laughed in amusement. "Ellie isn't even here you dork."

Just like you have a thing for one of Tee's friends, he has a thing for one of yours. The two of you have been trying to help each other out by setting the other up with these friends. You've tried setting him up with your friend Ellie, while Tee has been trying to set you up with Joe. Your attempts have seemed to be working quite well, but Tee's? His have shown no progress whatsoever.

Or so you thought...

Because as you were talking with Tee just a couple feet away from the locker room, Joe was standing in the doorway, staring daggers into the back of Tee's head as he spoke with you. Joe couldn't help but feel jealous as he watched his friend talk to his crush.

That should be him you're talking to, not Tee.

That should be him you're laughing with, not Tee.

That should be his arm you just put your soft, delicate hand on, not Tee's

But most of all, that should be his jersey you're wearing, not Tee's.

Joe knew you had some sort of feelings for him because Tee has been on his ass about asking you out for the past couple weeks. However, he didn't know if your feelings for him were as strong as his were for you. Joe tried to tear his eyes away from the two of you, but he just couldn't seem to do it. His blood was boiling with nothing but jealousy as he watched your smile grow wider and the sound of your sweet laughter ring out through the empty hallway of the locker room entrance. Joe knew he needed to do something. He needed to make a move. Take you away from Tee and finally claim what was his.

Joe uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off of the doorway of the locker room doors. He strode over to you and Tee, putting a fake smile on his face as he got close to the two of you. Your face heated up in embarrassment as you noticed Joe approaching you. You smiled shyly at him.

"Hi Joe."

He smirked down at you, "Hey Y/n. You enjoy the game?"

You gulped nervously. Almost breathless as you responded, "Yeah, yeah I did. You did amazing by the way."

Joe smiled, "Thanks." He glanced over at Tee, who was smirking knowingly at Joe. Tee's expression made your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What was he up to?

"Mind if I steal her for a second, Tee?" Joe asked Tee. Your eyes involuntarily widened at his question. You looked up at the quarterback, noticing how his jaw clenched as he waited for Tee to answer. Tee glanced at you, winking before he looked back at Joe.

"Of course. As long as you bring her back." He teased, making Joe chuckle.

"It'll be quick," he looked at you, lust filling his eyes as they trailed down your figure, "I just need to talk to her about something."

You stood there with the two football players, utterly speechless. You had no idea what was happening right now.

Tee placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned in close, whispering in your ear, "You'll thank me later." He pulled away and gave you a wink before he walked away from you and Joe. You felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat as you looked up at Joe. He looked down the hallway, making sure it was empty before he made his move. Joe moved closer to you, reaching out to cup your cheek gently before he smashed his lips against yours. You were taken aback at first, shocked at the feeling of his lips against yours. This was something you had dreamed of for the past few weeks. And here it is, finally happening. You kissed back with just as much passion, the two of you moving your mouths in sync. Your kisses turning needier, both of you wanting more. Joe moved his hand down from your cheek to the hem of Tee's jersey. He pulled away from you, gently pulling on your bottom lip as he removed his mouth from yours.

"You're wearing the wrong number," he said huskily, "let's fix that..."

You smashed your lips against Joe's once again, moaning into his mouth as he kissed back. You desperately needed more. Joe gently pushed you backward, reaching out with his free hand to open a door to a supply closet in the tunnel. He pushed you into the closet, lips still attached to yours.

Joe was going to show you whose number you should be wearing instead...

hey loves!

another blurb ;) this one was a little spicy…jealous joe is just toooo good😩 i also definitely could have kept going but i stopped myself lol.

maybe i’ll do a part 2…👀

another blurb or two coming soon and then i’ll be done for the night :)

thanks for reading these!🤍 i have so much fun with these

[korebringerofded]

I Can See You- Joel Miller X F!Reader

Summary- Your father is the boss of a major crime family that developed after the apocalypse. Life is pretty safe and boring until your fathers new associate, Joel Miller starts coming around and he starts to change everything.

Tags- Post apocalypse, pre!Ellie, one use of Y/N?

Warnings- Age gap, mutual pining, language, smut, mostly future smut, dirty thoughts, sexual situations and dialogue. Joel being hot and protective

Words-3500

Author Notes- Definitely doing a part two for this bad boy. I promise the next one will have so much damn spice I just gotta edit lol.

Thanks for checking out my stuff! Requests are open

Reblogs and comments are very nice please and thanks

I wanna do a whole Joel series with Taylor Swift songs soon so if anyone would like that please let me know!

Please do not copy, use my work, or put it through AI without my permission or I'll be really sad about it.

As much as you would have loved to have just forgotten this embarrassingly huge crush you had, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to get the image of your fathers newest associate out of your head.

You honestly should have known better, considering the first time you heard the name Joel Miller was regarding how dangerous he could be, how rugged and cold. He had apparently been caught smuggling some supplies around your fathers territory and by the end of it all a deal was struck and just like that Joel was working for your father.

It was the first time that you came in contact with him that really doomed you to fall for him so completely. You couldn’t say what exactly it was that drew you to him at first, he was handsome, obviously, and incredibly dangerous, maybe that danger is what made him so tempting to you, he was forbidden and a part of you liked that.

The first time you met Joel in person was a few weeks after you had first started to hear rumors of him around the compound. He was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee as you stood in the doorway, a bit shocked by the unknown visitor. He was…terrifyingly handsome, sharp jaw, scruffy beard, deep pools of brown eyes that you could get lost in. His salt and pepper hair that was perfectly messy matched his casual dress, jeans, work boots, plaid shirt. You stared at him for a moment, chewing at your lip before finally saying something. As his eyes settled on you, still in your pajamas and messy hair.

“G-goodmorning, I’m (Y/N).” You struggled to steady your voice, failing miserably. 

“Joel.” He partially turned to face you, raising his hand up to wave as he gave you a polite nod before going back to his coffee. You guessed he wasn’t really much of a conversationalist and tried to shrug it off before making your own coffee and retreating back to your room.

It went on like that for a few weeks, you watching him patrol the compound through your bedroom window, running into him when you both made coffee in the mornings, passing glances in the hallway

“You can’t walk around like that!” You sighed, setting your coffee on the counter behind you as you walked over to Joel and ghosted your small hands over Joel’s plaid shirt, it was a dark green and blue and was rather well worn with tears and it had been missing the middle button for years.

“I will be fine, darlin.” Joel snorted, rolling his eyes at you as he shook his head. “I don’t have any big dances comin’ up so I doubt anyone’ll notice.” Joel took a bite from the toast in his hand as he looked down at you, admiring your curves and glowing skin. 

Damn, he really needed to get himself under control.

“It most certainly is not fine.” You put your hands on your hips, scowling at him. “Take it off, I am fixing it for you.” You held a hand out expectantly.

Joel couldn’t help but do as you asked so after he chuckled and teased you just a bit longer he was unbuttoning the remaining buttons on his shirt before tugging it off and handing it to you as he tried desperately to ignore the way your delicate hands felt against his as they brushed for just a moment.

You went back to your room holding the shirt to your chest with bright red cheeks, the fresh pine scent just enveloped you as you held it close to your face to breathe in his scent. 

Ugh, you totally were not getting creepy with this annoying crush at all.

It was the next morning and Joel was leaving his room in the compound when he felt his work boots knock over something and when he glanced down he saw a small shiny gift bag laying on its side.. He couldn’t help but grin and chuckle as he picked it up and pulled out his shirt, running his rough hands over your handiwork, not a hole or tear in sight and the missing button had been replaced with a shiny red one. It had never looked better. Something in him started to tear away then, such a small act of kindness. It just really got to him as he felt you start to warm the parts of him he had thought were cold and barren. 

When Joel stopped showing up for coffee you were more than disappointed as it had become something you secretly looked forward to everyday. The lack of seeing Joel seemed to only make your mind run in a circle of anxiety and embarrassment. He had taken up so much of your mind it was starting to drive you mad.

The next day you saw Joel it was probably the hottest day of the entire summer and you had taken refuge in the pool, a thin pink bikini covering your body, not leaving much to the imagination. It was damn hot and you honestly didn’t care, floating in the pool as you tried to ignore the blazing heat. You had been in the pool for a while, skin getting a bit pruny and eyes closed as you enjoyed the cool water.

“Hey! Care for some company?” A familiar voice made your eyes open quickly and in front of you on the edge of the pool was a curly brunette with wide shoulders and a toothy grin. Caleb, was one of the younger guards your father had hired recently and he was rather handsome, cocky and annoying, but still handsome and (most of the time) enjoyable.

“You do know if my daddy finds out your slacking off again there will be hell to pay?” You couldn’t help but giggle and tilt your head to the side. Caleb shrugged and sat his rifle down, untucking his shirt from his pants and starting to lift it over his torso. It was hard not to let your eyes wander at his tan toned body, and muscular arms. 

“He won’t be home for a while so-” Caleb’s cocky words folded into a yelp as he was dragged from the edge of the pool by the back of his neck.

“The fuck are you doing, boy? Get the hell back to work.” Joel spat, his thick Texas accent was so prominent now. Your eyes were so focused on Joel that you didn’t even notice Caleb grabbing his things and looking pale as a ghost while he ran off.

To be frank, Joel looked furious, his thick muscular arms bulged from his tight shirt as he stood at the edge of the pool, his sharp jaw tight as his arms were crossed over his chest. His dreamy brown eyes were now dark and stormy as he kept them locked on you.

It made you feel a bit meek and yet, you were also a bit pissed yourself.

“What is your problem?” You felt your cheeks getting hot as you started to get out of the pool, still dripping wet and hair reeking of chlorine as you stood in front of the scowling man. 

You hadn’t realized until now just how…huge that he was. His shoulders were broad, arms thick and rippled with muscles.His scent was thick and alluring, and being this close to him made your anger dwindle. 

“You shouldn’t be out here like this, kid.” Joel sighed, his eyes looking you up and down, his fists clenching and unclenching as his nostrils flared. 

“I am not a kid, and I really don’t need you to lecture me, old man.” You couldn’t help but jab at him, going to turn away before his rough hand gripped your arm tightly, his brown eyes staring intensely into yours.

There was a moment you were both frozen like that, his hand gripping your wrist. Joel honestly couldn’t help but rub his thumb over your wrist, gently drawing slow circles along your flesh. The water from the pool still dripped down your body and onto the pavement below, the sun beating down over your smooth skin. For a moment you swore you saw that cold demeanor melt away, for just a single moment before it was back and he was scowling again. Joel immediately let you go, turning away almost suddenly as he walked off. 

You hated to admit it but your heart lurched at the loss of contact and you stared at his broad shoulders as he walked away, wide eyed and cheeks a bright pink. It was hard to breath, hard to move as your heart beat echoed in your ribs and traveled through your whole body. You hated to admit how he was making you feel, it was confusing and sent waves of heat through your body as well as frustration.

Seriously, what was his deal?

He was really starting to take up a lot of your thoughts and the two of you had barely spoken aside from that day. It was starting to drive you nuts, you found yourself looking forward to running into him more and more as time went on. 

It would be two weeks before you saw Joel again as he was sent out on a job away from the compound (You knew better than to ask too many questions about specifics.) though you really couldn’t help but feel he was purposely trying to avoid you.

The evening sun poured into the kitchen as you sat at the counter, legs crossed as you flipped through the pages of your book. In all honesty you were desperately trying to distract yourself from thinking about Joel and his damn hands. The way he looked at you was unlike anything you had experienced before, it was intense and a little terrifying. 

You thought about those rough hands touching more than just your wrist, you thought of them dancing across your flesh expertly, back arching and breath ragged as his stubble ran across your chest and navel and lower until he was between your thighs, eyes hungry as his hands gripped your hips.

 Your thoughts were starting to consume you and you couldn’t help but audibly groan and let your head fall against the counter. 

“Uhhh..You okay there?” Joel’s voice cut through the room like a knife, his deep voice sent goosebumps over my neck and back. 

You were going to die of embarrassment, after all this time and he just shows up at the worst possible moment. 

You reluctantly sit up and turn towards him, cheeks a bit pink. 

“I'm fine- Woah.” When you faced him you felt yourself tense up. He had deep bruises on his jaw and his lip was busted open. “What happened to you?”

You didn’t really think about it, you grabbed a clean rag and walked over to him, tugging on his arm to make him sit in a chair so you can clean him up. 

“Its’ fine-I can handle myself.” Joel holds his hand up to stop you, your eyes locking for a moment. He can’t help it, your pleading eyes and trembling bottom lip made him fold almost immediately and his hand fell so you could move between his legs, gently pressing the rag to Joel’s bleeding lip. 

“It’s not ‘fine’.” You rolled your eyes, suddenly feeling embarrassed by your closeness but you focused on his lip, soaking the blood up and feeling a bit dazed at how damn handsome he was, how his thick pine scent mixed with the sweat on his brow and how that all made your heart leap in your chest.

“I’m gonna get the first aid kit- I’ll be right back.” You whispered, taking a step back as your nerves started to fully set in, this was too much, he was too tempting. If you were too close to him you were going to majorly embarrass yourself. You just wanted him so badly it was starting to fester in the pit of your stomach.

Once you returned you finished cleaning his wounds and dressing them, his breath spreading over your chest and neck as your delicate hands patched him up. You were really just too close for comfort. 

Joel was dying inside, clenching and unclenching his fists as he struggled to resist the urge to run his hands over your hips and to just fucking ruin you. He had certainly been avoiding you like the damn plague, you were gorgeous and going anywhere near you was sure to be nothing but trouble for the older man and yet…something about you kept him coming back to you, despite the dangers, despite the taboo. He just wanted you in every way. 

“All done. Now you won’t bleed all over the place.” You teased, feeling a deep sense of relief as you finally and yet still reluctantly backed away from Joel, cheeks heating up as his eyes met with yours again. 

“Thanks, darlin. Maybe you can be my personal nurse, hm?” Joel stood, smirking as he took a few steps closer, his chest inches from your face as you stared into those endless eyes of his. Joel slowly reached his hand up and brushed your cheek with a look so soft and cool it made your head spin. “See you later.” He mumbled softly before he turned away quickly and was gone just like that. 

He almost didn’t control himself there, his mind and heart racing in tandem as he willed himself to walk away, willed himself not to think about your smooth plush hips or your gemstone eyes that glimmered as they looked up at him, full of innocence and sweetness. Something that Joel, deep deep down, wanted to corrupt. He just had to avoid you at all costs. He could do that, right?

After that it was almost a month before you ran into him, and it was less so running into him and more so your father being a control freak and only allowing you to leave the compound when accompanied by a trusted guard and unfortunately for the both of you this meant Joel was given the honor of being your babysitter.

“I am 23, Joel. I don’t need you to lecture me.” You rolled your eyes as Joel took a beer bottle from your hands. You were already significantly more drunk than you needed to be, not that you would ever admit that of course.

You leaned against the bar, rolling your eyes dramatically. You had worn your tight black dress that hugged all of your curves, shiny red lips popping as you glared at the tall man, hands on your hips.

“Your daddy seems to think otherwise.” Joel shot you a glare, taking the beer bottle from you and passing you a glass of water which immediately made you groan.

“Don’t you ever loosen up?” You huffed, face heating up as you glared up at him, the alcohol burning through your veins and making you a lot more vocal and in all honesty, bratty.

“You don’t need to be shit faced when I take you home.” Joel sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, he wasn’t going to budge on this. 

“Fine. I am going to dance. You can sit here and sulk.” You huffed, spinning around and walking out into the drunken and stumbling crowd but not far enough that Joel couldn’t see. A part of you wanted him to watch.

You turned back to see his eyes staring at you in an almost predatory way and for a moment it almost made you lose your nerve. He was almost burning a hole in that dress with the heat and intensity of which he watched you. You couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the way he gripped his glass, his jaw tight as you started to sway your hips, dancing to the music. While across the room Joel watched every step, every sway. The way your hands ran over your stomach and chest, eyes low and chest rising and falling. He looked like a starved man as he looked you over, gripping his glass so hard you were concerned it would shatter.

You were much too drunk, you would certainly make a fool of yourself and yet you didn’t stop. His eyes on you made you hungry and a little light-headed. His gaze was so damn intense you didn’t even notice the man standing behind you before he tapped you on the shoulder and you turned to see Caleb, a little dazed and very drunk as you looked at him, his hair a bit messy and his typical toothy grin.

“You’re beautiful in that dress.” He smirked, going to lean forward to touch your hips before his eyes went wide and he started to back away, hands up as he pushed a few people to get away. He looked like he just saw a ghost. 

You stood, head tilted to the side as he ran off, confusion written on your face before you turned around and felt your own heart sink. Joel was stalking towards you, fists clenched and a terrifying dark look in his eyes as he approached you, getting nose to nose with you.

“I’m tired of this.” His voice was dark and gravely, it sent a shiver down your spine. 

In a swift motion Joel had lifted you by the waist, tossed you over his shoulder and started to walk out of the bar, his thick fingers holding your waist tight as he carried you out into the cool night.

“Joel! Put me down!” Your face was bright red in embarrassment, you struggled a bit but it was ultimately fruitless, Joel’s strength greatly outmatched your own.

After walking for a minute and ignoring your many, many threats Joel did eventually put you down. From the moment you saw him stalking towards you to right now you felt your blood boil in a fierce wave of anger. You ignored your trembling hands as you got nose to nose with him, tears stinging your eyes as you shoved your manicured index finger against Joel’s muscular chest.

“Seriously, what is your problem?!” You were seething as the words left your mouth, tears threatening to fall.

Joel just stared at you for a moment, the moonlight overhead was shimmering in the alleyway and illuminating your captivating eyes. Even now, as you furiously glared at him, eyes dark and angry, he was absolutely helpless to your beauty. He was fighting a losing battle with himself, he wanted to be a good man, he wanted to finish this job and get far away from you so he could stop himself from ruining not just his own life but yours as well.

“You.” He took a step forward, his eyes dark as he stalked towards you, his hands reaching out to pin you between him and the brick building.  “You are…my problem.” Joel was growling now, he was almost baring his teeth as he moved closer, his breath spreading over your neck as you stared wide eyed.

“W-what are you talking about?” Your voice was soft.

You couldn’t help but gasp when you felt Joel start to laugh, leaning his head against your neck, his beard rubbing against your skin as Joel took in your sweet vanilla scent as much as he could before pulling away. You could feel his body shake as he laughed before his deep brown eyes were staring into yours.

“Seeing you run around in that damn bikini, seeing you flirt with that douche. The coffees and those fucking eyes you keep giving me. It needs to stop. All of it.” Joel’s eyes were dark and serious, his jaw tight as he pressed his knuckles into the brick behind you. He was fighting everything inside of him. The fight between his morals and the way you were starting to make him feel. 

You were silent for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes that were glossy as tears threatened to spill down your rosy cheeks. Had you misread the entire situation?

“Why?” Your voice was soft as you looked at him, lip trembling a bit. You felt pretty pathetic.

“Aside from the fact that your daddy will kill me? You are just a young kid. It ain’t right.” Joel’s face softened a bit as he started to pull away, shaking his head as he struggled to keep his eyes on anything but you and your glimmering eyes. 

“You don’t…you don’t want me at all?” 

Those words sent electricity down Joel’s spine as you looked up at him, tear stained cheeks and trembling breath as you reached for him. He in fact did want you, he wanted you more than he had ever wanted anything or anyone.As much as Joel wanted to spare you, to allow you to stay pure and good but something in him was so damn loud and hungry for you, his internal voice was kicking the shit out of him for making you cry. He just didn’t want to hurt you.

He couldn’t take it anymore and in a quick movement Joel had you pressed against the wall again, his hands holding your hips as his mouth ghosted over yours, his breath heavy and hot against your neck as he whispered in your ear.

“I want you so damn much, darlin. So damn much…” 

Part Two Coming Soon???

[missladyhope]

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ℰ𝓁𝓁𝒾ℯ 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝓍 ℱℯ𝓂.ℛℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝟏

(𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞)

Why...

Why from every person in this planet Y/n L/n needed to fall in love with her

Ellie Williams.

Ellie Fucking Williams.

The player of the school, who fucked every girl she saw, who didn't give two shits about people or they're feelings, who was an absolute cunt.

But then why...

Why did she had to be so pretty, so beautiful that every night you would lay in bed and look at the ceiling and think of her pretty face and how lovely it would be to kiss her pretty plump lips...

oh how beautiful love is..but how cruel can it be...

But why would someone like her, ever look at you the way you look at her...

You were just a girl who loved reading till dawn, all alone, someone who cared so much about her grades that didn't even had one person to talk too...someone who was too far too gone on their own head that the only thought of begin alone for the rest of their life was making them go crazy...

But here you are now..

In class, paying attention to what the teacher was explaining, even tho you were only person who was really paying attention, the pretty girl that nobody dared to talk too because they were intimidated by her...like she was judging every move they were making.

But there was another person paying attention, the only problem was that this certain person wasn't paying any mind to the teacher explaing how ancient Romans used to torture people, no...she was looking at the pretty girl beside the window, the smart girl that was the only one that actually had an instrested look on her face during the whole lesson.

The girl that would make her heart skip a beat every time she glanced at her...

She knew you could never be with her..

She knew you were much better then her and deserved someone who could do so much more then what ellie could give you.

But even tho she knew all of this she couldn't stop her self from begin a little selfish, and the mere though that someone other than her could lay they're filthy hands on your beautiful body would drive her mad.

DING DONG!

The sound of the bell woke her from her day dream, she noticed people getting up from their seats and her eyes landed immediately on the shy girl once again as she watched her frame exit the door.

Ellie sighed as she grabbed her bag, and as the other students she got up and exited the plain classroom.

The brunette girl was walking around the hallways, people started to notice how strange she was behaving in the past few weeks...oh if only they knew....that the so called ''player of the school'' actually had fallen in love with someone that she could never have.

The girl was far too gone on her head, her mind racing with thoughs that she didn't even notice that she bumbed into someone, that motion woke her from her day dreams and made her look up to the individual that she slam into...

The moment she realized...

Oh the moment she realize....

That the girl that has been driving her nuts for the past few weeks was the girl she had eyes on.

Hey eyes widen like a fawn that was about to be hit by a car in the middle of the streets, she was experecing too many emotions in that moment that she didn't even realize that the love of her life spoke to her...

''Oh sorry, i didn't mean to bump into you, but it's quite dificult walking around these crowded halls..'' the girl chuckled awkwardly since bumping in her crush wasn't part of her schedule for the day.

''Oh yeah they're something else...haha,,,and the fault is mine, i wasn't looking where i was going'' Ellie chuckled lightly scratching the back of her neck still not beliving that her crush was talking to her.

They both stared at each other for a bit before Y/n broke the awkward silence.

''I better go now'' she said, her cheeks tinted with a soft pinkish color.

''Oh yeah of course...uhm...Bye...'' The green eyed girl said waving at her crush, while she was already out of sight, she immediatly cringed at how awkward she was.

The day ended and the 2 didn't saw each other for the rest of the school day. Their hearts were aching for more of the other, that night neither of them could sleep, their head and hearts only wanting one thing...each other...

[zombiepuke]

let you go.

heyyyyyy-yooooo this is my first like, full fic for Ellie from Evil Dead Rise, i was IMMEDIATELY attached to her first time i saw the trailer. now here we are. this is kinda bloody kinda fucked up but you're fucking a Deadite so. probably gonna have to be fucked up.

ellie/reader, 18+ wlw oneshot :) not really mo/mmy kink but the word is used once.

word count: 4,028

It always seemed to be raining in this city. Everytime you shut your car door, turned the ignition, there it went - the iron smell of rain filling your nose as you cursed the heavy drops splashing against the asphalt, your brakes squealing lightly as you pulled out of your parking garage and sped off to your destination.

It was as if the weather itself was preparing you for the doom and gloom of the abandoned high-rise on the corner of the darkest, least-traveled street, the apartment building no one ever dared to venture into, the one everyone whispered about I heard there’s ghosts I even heard serial killers like to dump bodies there yeah well I heard it was a satanic ritual site dead cats and bloody chickens–

No one dared venture there but you.

Not that those folks had a bad reason to steer clear of that dark, dank place, but you were always attracted to the absence of light, and when the city had deemed the building condemned, and ordered it to be torn down to make room for some luxury high-end bullshit, you panicked, called every town representative, even booked appointments with the mayor. All of your begging and pleading for them to leave the building be - it’s a part of our history, you can’t just destroy it! - seemed to work, as within the month of the first destruction order, the higher-ups in town had laid off of it and decided to not go through with it. You weren’t sure if it were your doing that kept the building upright but you certainly liked to think so. That’s what you told her, anyways.

Of course, it was for her. Everything you did lately was for her.

Blood ran cold through your veins as you locked your car up, and made your way to the shabby elevator on the ground floor. The clacking of your shoes against the concrete the only noise in the damp car lot, reverberating off of the few old, broken down vehicles no one cared - or dared - to come collect. They had been there since you could remember, the time passing you by and you genuinely couldn’t remember, how long had you been coming here, for her?

Her smell, spicy and sweet and tart all in one - like rotten candy sweltering on a hot day, cotton candy full of maggots and lollipops sticky with iron and cloves and sweat - swept you off your feet (your heart skipped a beat but she couldn’t know she made you nervous, but the type of nervous like you were asking out your crush for the first time, every time you interacted with her), the nearly broken elevator clanging and slamming shut as you gingerly stepped in, the only reason it still worked is because she had made it so, allowed it to work only for you (she secretly just wanted you to arrive to her quicker, and she knew how your feet ached after your shifts at work, so she let the elevator run - but she would never let you know that she actually cared about your sore feet).

You could smell her from down the hall, ten doors down from the apartment she was most fond of. She could smell you as soon as your car turned the corner onto the street.

The pipes and exposed brick were shrouded in dark shadowy lighting, the rain outside making it nearly impossible to see clearly into the hallway, but you didn’t need the light - you knew exactly where you were going, your feet already shuffling towards the door, her door, as if your brain no longer was employed by you, but by her reign. A stab of delight and dull energy flooded your gut as you stood in front of the apartment, the hallway carpet damp and stinking of iron. You didn’t even have to knock.

—---

“Thhhh-ere you are, little one, I missed you so,” the crackle of her voice, deep and airy, womanly and demonic all at once, echoing across the apartment and into the nooks and crannies of your mind. She was everywhere, all at once, covering the floor, the ceiling, the bed, your own body - Ellie had you pinned beneath her, one arm held across your throat, and you could just make out the fine line ink she had tattooed over her wrist, so telling of the woman she once was, long gone by now. The thought of what she truly was, demonic, evil, made you shiver lightly, an excitement only Ellie could bring unraveling in your gut.

Dark hands, bony and long, the hands most were afraid of grabbing their little feet from beneath their childhood beds, wrapped themselves around you, one moving from your shoulder to trail across your outstretched neck, viscously cold, starting a path downward, icy patches of fingertips crawling over the start of your shirt. Ellie playfully tugged at the material, urging the cloth off of your skin, and you complied immediately - rushing to shrug your tshirt from your upper body (you had gotten onto her about ripping all of your clothing in her desperation to get you undressed) to give yourself to her entirely, her eyes shined evilly at your choice to not wear a bra - you were exposed, body and soul, and she craved everything you had, wanted everything you were.

And you were more than willing to give it all up.

Ellie enjoyed the tease, taking her time to undo you piece by piece, painfully, excruciatingly slow, and put you together again; you were merely a toy for this ghoul to play with and throw around - until you didn’t entertain her anymore and she ripped the head off of her Barbie doll, but you didn’t care to think about that much, or think about the fact that your death would not upset you, but not being with her anymore, would.

The hand upon your torso engulfed one of your breasts, clawed thumb laving across your nipple and your hips jerked upwards at the sudden touch, begging for attention down below already and Ellie’s face morphed into something sinister, thick seeping plasma weeping from her ears and nose dripping down onto your heaving stomach.

“Impatient little bird, aren’t you? You’re dessss-perate for it,” the seething words dripped from her lips like rotten honey, the drawn out syllables going straight to your dampening cunt. Ellie could smell it, and you knew. “What does my little slut want, hm?”

“Please, Ellie... it's been so long,"

“Tell me what you want or I’ll never let you come again, and I mean it, stupid little girl.”

She was always like this, at first - so mean to you, so full of rage and chaotic evil and it burned you alive in desire for her, but also in desperation to please her, to wrench that softness out of her that you knew she had for you. But once she saw how you opened yourself up for her, fell apart in her grasp, took her in for every disgusting, nasty thing she was, and adored her, she eased up with the bite of her words. Ellie could actually be quite tender with you, and only you, and even though the demon probably wouldn’t admit it, she enjoyed pleasing you as much as you did her, the sweetness you brought out in her a gift you always cherished.

“You, I want.. you. Please please, Ellie,” your voice was small, quiet in the dark of the room, your small pants of desperation heard in between each breathed out syllable. You were beginning to squirm below her, needing something, friction, a touch, something. Ellie herself was beginning to feel shaky, the demon’s desires bubbling up like a sick broth of unfiltered lust, gluttony for your attention, your touch, your body.

A bloodshot eye twitched, Ellie’s eyebrow raising in interest and joy in your agony, taunting you and teasing you to continue, sweet thing. You know you always get what you want in the end, anyhow.

“Please touch me, Ellie. Please, I really need you,” the tears in your eyes brought her over the edge, you liked to think - she crashed forward into you, two large, slender hands on either side of your face, her mouth pressed into yours. Kissing her always made your heart leap into your throat in want (never, ever in fear), her mouth always so cold on yours but she was such a decadent kisser, it made up for the freeze tenfold. Dried blood and gore on her mouth from god knows who she had attacked recently dripped down onto the frontside of your bare chest. Her nails pressing dangerously into your cheeks, keeping you in place - kiss after she kiss she planted into your lips and your entire mouth tasted like congealed blood and decaying flesh and her thin but powerful figure was flush to yours, tight under her body and stuck there until she wanted you to not be, and you could have genuinely cried thick, happy tears because it felt so good to touch her, to be touched by her.

What a monster she was but how beautiful, oh how beautiful.

You were so caught up in her face against yours you did not fully register the woman’s hips moving gingerly against your own, chasing her own sensations, or her shoulders flexing as a gray hand slipped lower, lower, until her fingertips were resting at the waistband of your shorts, her thumb drawing tiny circles on your hipbone. Your entire lower body swayed upwards, pleading, you could feel her laugh from inside your own head, your mouth, vibrations of her sick voice shaking your entire being and you were on the verge of tears you were so desperate for something, anything, as long as it were her giving it to you.

When Ellie pulled back from you, it felt like your world was crashing apart, drifting out to sea lost forever but she was this siren, this filthy creature ushering you back to your reality, to yourself and back to the bedroom in this abandoned apartment at the edge of town - in this room, half-naked with this monster, and you had never felt so electrified before in your life. Upon meeting Ellie your world hadn’t just been turned upside down but it had been burned to the ground, demolished, entirely rebuilt and replaced around her. She had very quickly driven out anything in your life that didn’t pertain to her. Your biggest fear, now, was not death, or regrets, or other people - it was now losing Ellie, or her losing her fondness for you, how she protected you, how she touched you, how her inhuman eyes shone when she gazed upon you, how sweetly she would whisper to you as you came for her for the fourth time. Ellie was your only world now.

The woman sat up, back on her haunches just to look you over, panting, sweating and drooling for her; she could be extra mean tonight and leave you there alone, not touch you at all, let you buck your hips against nothing as she sat and taunted you for hours. But you had been so good for her recently, cogs turned in her diseased brain and she decided to have a bit of mercy, moreso for her own sake than yours - and what was the fun in leaving you alone?- undead fingers teased underneath the edges of your underwear, lightly scraping against your skin and raising gooseflesh all across your arms, legs. One pointer finger ran its bony knuckle up and down the front of your clothed center, excruciatingly slow and not near enough pressure. Ellie giggled cruelly as you whimpered like a kicked puppy, legs attempting to close her in closer to you, and her fingers were so goddamn close to your center you could feel her claws tugging gently at your pubic hair. Wetness pooled in your cunt and you felt like shouting and grabbing her wrists and pushing her fingers into you and grinding your clit against her thumb and—

Ellie shushed you, so calmly, as if you weren’t on the verge of a desperation-induced panic attack, one hand withdrawing to come up and cup your face, her eyes boring into yours and you couldn’t, wouldn’t, look away.

“Is this what you want, sweet girl? You want me to fuck your pretty darling cunt?”

All you could do was nod pitifully - please, please, please - fat tears hot on your flushed cheeks. Sometimes you could forget what she was - pretend she was a normal woman, living in a normal apartment, with a normal life, the way she was before she had succumbed to the finality that was her possession. You could pretend you were her lover, stopping by her place for a visit after work, being with her and watching movies on the couch, laughing at the corny love scenes and playfully throwing popcorn at each other, maybe even order takeout and share a dish with her and her children, cracking open a bottle of wine and letting the night air coming through the cheap windows dictate your movements with her, taking it slow and ending up in between the sheets after the kids had gone to bed, sweet, passionate. Sometimes, you felt a shrapnel of pain for the woman she had been so long ago, you didn’t feel so utterly fucked in the head, but this was not one of those moments. It was the complete opposite.

Ellie was horrifying, bending over you, body taught like a bow, ready to snap and plunge her teeth into your soft neck, gnashing and growling like some sort of feral animal, deep and primal and she truly was an apex predator and you merely some grazing antelope that had been delusional enough to fall in love with its attacker. Her skin was near translucent and blue-gray, black spider veins winding across her joints creating delicate patterns you liked to trace up and down with your fingertips when you were lying down beside her, those rare moments you could actually touch her (Ellie would never let you know how much she enjoyed when she allowed you to press your fingers to her skin, how much it sent chills of her own down her wretched spine).

She caressed your cheek so sweetly with the thumb holding your face, cooing at your attempts to grind against any part of her your hips could reach, teasing, taunting, letting you break down into intrinsic need. Two long digits swooned across your trembling lower lip, prying your mouth open and slipping them inside to swirl them over your tongue, ancient flavors of hemoglobin and vital fluids leaking down your throat as you obediently suckled on them, only for her to gingerly remove them and plunge them into her own open jaw, gathering the sticky-sweet black paste of her spit before she finally, finally tugged your underwear to the side, a cold rush of air washing across your soaked flesh and you physically jumped in her grasp when the feeling registered - ohhhh, you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? Poor thing must be desperate. Ellie’s eyes never left yours and her iron grip on your face wouldn’t allow you to look away from her in sweet embarrassment as the clawed finger that had just been wetted by her foul mouth slipped between your lower lips, dragging the calloused knuckle up, up, up until it swayed across your clitoris, dancing around it in a tight movement and you utterly fell apart, toes clenching, a fresh wave of sweat beginning to form across your hairline. Her sadistic giggle bounced around in your head, all higher brain function shutting down as she continued to play with your clit, two of her slender fingers rolling your sweet spot now, smiling dangerously in your face and you could feel your own eyebrows and mouth twisting in sick pleasure, relief that she was assuredly touching you. Your legs unfolded and splayed themselves and Ellie took the hint and forced her way to crouch between them, her body slotted across yours and a decaying arm slipped underneath your neck to support you, press your face closer to her, bury it in her freezing shoulder. Ellie had you entirely in her grasp and you were squirming, falling, crying out, chanting her name as if you were translating passages from the vile book that summoned her here - Ellie, Ellie, Eliie, please-uh - her name some fucked up prayer to some fucked up god to please, don’t stop I won’t be able to survive if you stop.

But none of your insistent begging fell on listening ears and she took her absolute time unraveling you from inside out, sniffing and nipping at your collarbones, mixing saccharine kisses in with bites of decomposing teeth. Her patience whilst fucking you into another dimension was unwavering and near frustrating; here you were, panting, chest heaving, eyes rolling in the sockets like loose marbles, whiny noises of perfect agony escaping your throat; Ellie was persistent in her focus on the circles she was painting into your cunt, unblinking, seemingly unaffected by the entire situation (but you could swear you felt her body tremble, a slight intake of breath exhaled as a growl when you cried out her name, and you felt the string of drool dangling onto your shoulder from her open mouth, proof Ellie was as stirred as you were.)

“There you are, filthy girl. Dumb slut, gonna come just from my fingers,” she jeered at you, voice like a foghorn in the mist of the condemned building, reverberating against every wall and every piece of furniture to bounce back into your ears, her words a stark contrast to the sudden gentle presses of her lips down the side of your neck, stopping to softly suck a mark into the frail skin there. The way her mouth couldn't quite form the words properly as she spoke, her teeth and tongue and lips not moving the way a normal human being’s would; her words sometimes unintelligible and scattered, added another layer of god this is terrifying she is so far gone I am so fucked up I am burning for eternity I have lost everything I am so fucking dead but god her fingers feel so fucking perfect I–

Your head was spinning, vision blurry and all you could manage was to press your face deeper into the crevice of the demon’s shoulder, cry out your pleasure there, let her drink up your dependence on her, drink up your unhealthy attachment. Colors that didn’t exist in this realm spotted your eyelids, sparks of something poisonous but addictive bolted through every artery in your body. You imagined every bodily system breaking down, piece by piece, only to be roughly stitched back together again by her bloodstained, sooty nails. That is how she showed her soft spot for you, by breaking you over and over, fixing you, over and over.

The noxious stench of dying spiced fruits permeated your nostrils, flaring and shuddering with your body as her fingers danced between your thighs faster, smoother, conjoined by your own wetness and her slimy drool, your climax quickly bubbling in the base of your spinal cord. You tried to pant out your oncoming apex but Ellie had other ideas, it seemed - and slapped her free hand across your mouth, tight and unforgiving, silencing any pleas of mercy. A cracking whine shuddered from your lips as best as it could under her palm, your eyes closing in fear of her not allowing you to finish; truly, the worst punishment the demon could delve out to you.

“No, no, no, silly girl… look at me when you come, whore. Nasty little thing you are, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

The maliciousness in her words was clouded by her middle finger suddenly criss-crossing over the bundle of your clitoris harder and quicker than before, sloppy noises of your dripping cunt mixed with the vibrations across the room of her incantation, and you were silent-screaming into the woman’s hand by this point, legs shaking, hips fluid and bucking upwards to meet her touch deeper, your neck craned back and throat exposed to her festering mouth. You were actually crying, now, leaving wet rivulets across your heavily flushed cheeks, tears blurring your vision of Ellie’s eyes glaring directly into yours, only mere centimeters between the both of your faces. You could see pure evil there, in her afflicted corneas, demons and darkness dancing across moonlit skies and innocent souls, devoured, torn open and seeping, ancient rituals and rites and passages of resurrection etched into flesh. You saw carnage, all of the horrible, wretched things she had done, and will do, what would happen to you if you so dare break your loyalty to her; limbs torn from each other, eye sockets empty and tongue pulled out like taffy. None of these dank things frightened you, however - you were just as gone as Ellie and had no intention of ever clawing your way out of this grave, this bleached-dead hole of sickness you’d so gracefully delved into. You didn’t want an existence without her, and she would make it so that you stayed dutifully by her side for an eternity you couldn’t begin to fathom.

“There’s my good girl. Come on, come for mommy,”

One, two, three more harsh circles of her fingertip around your pearl and you were careening backwards, nodding uncontrollably and only the whites of your eyes sparkled in the grayness of the room they were rolled back so far into your head, blubbering and sobbing and howling your orgasm out into the palm of her hand, kissing and nipping the broken skin there in appreciation, blind adoration of this creature that had taken you in, sheltered you, fed you. That little death rattled your brain, shook apart your insides - every time she took you, it was as if little shards of your soul got boiled up and swallowed down whole (at some point there would be nothing left of you but a rotting stinking carcass but you never liked to think for the future, anyways.)

Ellie licked a gentle stripe up your neck starting at your collarbone and ending behind your ear, mouthing at the soft patches of pretty skin there along the way, bringing you back down to reality and back down to her. The tension in your body began to dissipate, a soft, sweet feeling of release replacing it; and she was still there, holding you through it all like some sick caregiver, nosing at and licking across your face, throat, chest. Her tongue slid up to your lips and she kissed you, really kissed you, both hands undoing themselves from between your legs and clasped across your mouth to tenderly hold your face, cradling you as she pressed herself to you, pressing butterflies of kisses from your lips to your nose to your forehead and back down. Your breathing steadied, tracing a fingertip up her thin neck and across to her shoulder in a sweet gesture, a lock of her dull red hair twirled in your hand. Ellie was always so much calmer after she’d fucked you, the demon slowing down and enjoying your company, enjoying your caresses and there was real, tangible intimacy between the two of you, and it was something you never thought you would cherish as much as you did. You held Ellie dearly to you, as she did to you in return.

Her words should have terrified you. You should have seen her and ran, screaming, crying, rushed out of the complex and back out into your car and drove as fast as you could as far as you could, never to look back. Just as she should have roared in your presence, stalked you down the elevator - sank her teeth into the back of your neck and ripped and slashed and ate you down until you were bloody and bone and dust. But none of that happened, and you felt twinges of serenity and sleep poking at your eyelids.

“You won’t ever leave me, sweet girl. I won’t ever let you go.”

[lesbianslvt666]

Hogwarts!AU

Astronomy!professor!Ellie x Dark arts! Professor f!reader

Acquaintances to friends to enemies to lovers?

MINORS DNI OR ILL BLOCK YOU!

content warning: mentions of bad spells lol you see around the end.

Slytherin reader lol, Ellie keeping secrets from you so you use your sexiness to get her to spill (both down her pants and information)

smut (very bad lol,, i am still shit at writing it) fingering (both Ellie and reader), almost pussy eating (E! receiving), switch Ellie and reader, small choking play (E! receiving), marking (E! receiving), hickeys (E! receiving), nibbles (E! receiving), neediness I guess, none of you cum at the end lol (spoiler I guess) idk what else :))

Your tight curls trapped in a scarf. You didn’t had no time or interest to get all dolled up for your first class, seven am, after, of course staying until 2 am talking senselessly with Ellie.

When you woke up Ellie was still sound asleep, her messy shaggy hair sticking to her face, making a mental note while you changed and got ready for your day, to braid her hair at night.

Entering the classroom gave the weirdest memories back to you. like no time had gone by, the classroom looked exactly the same.

The class was Gryffindor's and Slytherins, your own house arrival was earlier than the Gryffindor's, "one point to the Slytherins" you said as a joke, earning a few chuckles from the students.

The class was interesting to say the least, clouded with questions ranging from getting to know you to what had happened to the last professor. Your answers of course staying appropriate as possible and dismissing the ones relating to your predecessor.

Breakfast arrived fast after the lesson, dismissing the class was easy of course. However getting to the great hall with the clouded hallways proved to be a problem, trying to avoid the mass of students, circling through corridors until you couldn’t recognize where you were or where to turn.

Before you could freak out, you heard two muffled voices. your name being the only words you could recognize, walking in your tippy toes so the people talking couldn't hear you. You arrived as nearby as you could to the sound.

"what I am trying to tell you Ellie! is that I don’t know… if it’s a wise idea for her to know…" Minerva's voice sounded weary, shaky.

"Minerva, she is a strong girl, she can take the news" a short  pause clouded after Ellie spoke. "I actually think telling her is more clever, she has to know what danger could be coming so she can be ready"

Ellie voice sounded smaller, like scared a student might hear.

"no Williams!, the headmaster was very clear about not letting her know, she knows there is a threat and that is enough for her to take care when it- IF IT comes." her voice was an ultimatum, the clack of her shoes sounded harsh on the ground.

However, you didn’t heard a second pair walking- "I know you are there, come forward."

You, as if a child being discovered doing something you shouldn’t have, came to her line of view, her eyes opening wide and your name leaving her mouth like a hiccup driven by surprised, "I thought it was a student, what are you doing here!?" her steps approaching you.

A low chuckle leave your lips when you realized how childish the whole thing was. "well… I got lost…" your tongue emphasising the s and t sound.

She let out an amuse laugh. "just like old times angel?" her eyes opened as soon as the pet name left her lips, your own face becoming red, you had fought monsters, dragons, men. But Ellie calling you angel truly made you weak.

Changing completely the subject, Ellie guided you to the great hall, asking you questions about you class. You quickly realized Ellie had a thing for you. The night before accidentally confessing she had a crush on you when you were friends with Dina and today calling you pet names.

You guessed the best way to know the secrets Minerva and the head master didn’t wanted you to know was… maybe, getting to Ellies "good" side, and even getting a bit more of other things?

When night embodied the sky, Ellie took off to her classroom, doing her stuff while you ran around the dorm sharpening your plan, how to make Ellie fall for you, how to get her to tell you everything…

12:00 am

The clock beside you turn as soon as Ellie entered the room, her body and face tired. "I didn’t knew astronomy was so exhausting" she jumped slightly at your voice, giving away the fact that she thought you were sound asleep. "I mean… mentally it is, but today… umm…" she sat down on a corner of her bed, taking her shoes off and moving her head around, trying to relive some pain off her shoulders. You sneakered behind her, not getting in the bed just yet

"I had to- umm, I had to fix a few things before class…"her voice just above a whisper, her head lost in a sea of wondering thoughts, her sight far away from the room.

Her hands travelled to her cloak now, trying to get it off, however, she was met with your hands upon hers, while you tried to take a seat behind her, trapping her between your legs and your chest pressed to her back. Her body stiffened, trying too hard not to explode right there. "let me help you then… just relax" your hands stripping her shoulders off the cloak and massaging the tension off them.

Your touch felt so good, the pressure on her chest subsiding, her thoughts fixated on you, your scent lingering and embracing her and your warmth relaxing every bit of coldness and bitterness.

A groan scaped her lips without her notice and her head fell to your right shoulder, exposing her beautiful neck to you, calling you, your lips almost giving in to kiss her, so easy for you to reach…

With your free hand, you took you wand, diming the lights and closing the drapes with a few spells, she took hers, like connected to you, turning on a music player, the faint sound of music indulging your ears.

Humming softly to the music, your hands wondering around her arms, toned, veiny, tatted, so hot…

She opened her eyes slowly, looking at your face, while you looked down to her hands, rings adorning her long fingers and you thought about the logistics of her slender fingers deep inside you with the rings, or without them?

"you like my rings?" her voice laced with something you couldn’t quiet decipher, was she mocking you? Could she read your thoughts? You mind wondering upon two options. You could continue as you heart and your cunt were hopping you would, or… you could change the topic now to the elephant in the room… however, there was like three gigantic elephants here and you didn’t knew which should be better to address.

could it be the threat of your life? Would that be too soon? Scare her off?

Could it be her tired demeanour and the fact that she had bruises underneath her tattoos?

Or maybe address the fact that you heard the Hufflepuffs bickering at dinner about the fact that Ellie dismissed todays class…

"I like your hands too…" your heart won.

Her arm moved to the side, fingers glassing over your exposed tight, while you looked down to her movements and then up to her concentrated face, and to her exposed neck.

Your hand moved by itself, like in trance, fingers trapping her chin to look at you.

"would it be wrong if I wanted to kiss you?" your voice small, almost ashamed.

Your mouth was attacked by her own, her body moving now to face you, your legs intertwining to cage her hips and push her closer to you, her strong hands holding you to push you two further into the bed.

Her hot mouth open on top of yours, the kiss so needy so intense, years of thinking how you'd taste and how you'd feel came to pay her up badly, squirming and shifting on top of you, needing more, needing to fulfil her fantasies.

Her hands planted on the bed, on each side of your face, you pulled her even closed with your legs, your hands exploring her torso all the way to her breast.

This closeness was torturing, it wasn’t enough.

"please Ellie…"

her eyes rolling to the back of her head, your voice pleading for her.

"please what bun?"

her face burying in your neck, tracing all the way to find your sweet spot, needing to know what makes you weak, she wanted to know all the ways she could please you.

"touch me Ellie, I need you… please…"

She felt like wave of something new hit her from the back, her whole body now caging you and her hands pulling you so close.

Like waltzing, both of you shifted positions, Ellie was now sitting on the bed, strong back flushed against the headboard.

You were now sitting on top of her, so impossibly close, if your atoms could melt against hers and make one being they would.

Her hands roaming all over your body, so desperate to touch every bit of you. Your mouth hot in her neck, tracing with your tongue everywhere you could, desperate to feel more of her.

Her agitated breathing mixed with the sound of your clothed thighs against her pants. Fabric shifting while you straddle her, moving your hips against her own, choked moans coming from your throat, feeling her hips bulge upwards, hitting you core. Her head going backwards, the over stimulation so much…

Your hands pushing past her sports bra massaging both her breast under her shirt, hard nipples at the palm of your hand and she was squirming, trying hard not to moan only by small friction (that wasn’t enough) and the view of your needy state on top of her, trying to ride her, still fully clothed (that WAS enough)

She kissed you again, hot mouth against yours, opened lips for her to simply slide in, tongue exploring your mouth and you took your time to suck on it. That pushed her to oblivion, one of her hands going down to the place she needed you the most. 

"oh no, you are not getting yourself off, that’s my job pretty."

your voice adding another layer to her ache, your words almost making her cum on the spot, your body sliding off her, ass perked up so she could see it while you lowered yourself in between her legs, her neediness making her shake slightly when your hands came to unbuckle her belt.

Not wanting to make her suffer any longer, you slid off her pants and boxers in a swift motion, her legs closing together after that.

"I am usually the one… ummm… The one down there" she said almost shy, scared that it would scare you off.

You just chuckled.

"do you want this Ellie? Do you want me to make you feel good? To make the stress go away?"

With every word you spoke, she opened slightly her legs for you, your smirk making evident that you needed this as much as she did.

Placing her legs up your shoulder while giggling you dive in to kissing her milky legs, every mole and freckled receive personal attention form you mouth and tongue.

"Ellie, do you want this?" you said resting you head on one of her thighs.

"yes, yes… please I want you all" and she would have you.

Those words tickled something in the pit of your stomach, a desire bubbling there like nothing before.

Kissing more roughly up her thigh, leaving marks, small nibbles and hickeys, her response were agitated breaths and drown moans. One of your fingers arrived first to her aching cunt, her hips buckling in to your palm trying to get something more, anything at all. glistening essence coating your palm as you decided to be a good girl for her fully palming her pretty pussy, inserting a finger of your other hand.

Her mouth hung agape at that, you couldn’t resist how good she felt on your finger, clutching on to it. The room feeling too hot out of nowhere so you detached from her, her small pout making you giggle while you took of your sleep set, no underwear, she groaned "take your shirt Ells, play nice…"

She wasn’t used to being told what to do, I mean, not in these sort of circumstances…

And that almost made her quiver.

Both completely naked now, she couldn’t stop herself for latching on to you, kissing you and feeling you, naked body flushed against her hot skin.

One of her hands falling down to you cunt, dripping down your legs, she wanted to ruin you, to take you and mark you as hers. And she will…

"tell me If you want me to stop"

Her hand now palming you, both kneeled on the bed facing each other. Your mind in ecstasy and confused.

You were supposed to make her feel good… right?

Your own had going down on her, mirroring her position, her other free hand falling to your ass, pressing so hard that you knew tomorrow youll see the print of her hand on it. Your free one going for her neck, pressing only around it slightly. Her head fell back, eyes rolling all the way. Your hand now deep in her pussy, your hard nipples flushed to hers, her hand feeling your cunt closing on her fingers. It was too much for both.

"I am… I am gonna…" your voice cut off by your own moans and shaky breaths.

"me too angel, cum with me…" her own voice whiny and raspy, strained from trying to keep her moans from coming out her lips, it was a matter of seconds before you both reached your high.

A loud sound and a scream could be heard from outside your room. Both of you separating fast, startle…

Flushed faces and naked bodies separating from each other.

"what the fuck was that!" Ellies eyes opened, fear seeping from the pit of her stomach out, seemingly forgetting that none of you made it to your orgasm…

Your puzzling mind wondering, no other thought than to investigate, walking without noticing and putting your clothes back on with every step you took. Ellie, putting her shirt on and some sweats she had around. following you close behind, her breath itching your neck.

Opening the door made a loud screeching sound, gaining to however was on the other side to run, Ellie looked to the opposite end of the footsteps, a girl laying cold on the ground, eyes and mouth open in destress, so full of fear that sent a chill down your spine, her hand was pointing out on front of her line of sight, she was petrified.

"take her to the infirmary!" you screamed at Ellie, taking off to run behind the footsteps.

Ellie looked to where you were leaving, ready to catch whoever did it, an indescribable feeling pooling in her throat, she looked down to the kid in her hands. "fuck!" she screamed as you were now out of her view.

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[fuckingstarellie]

1. The Bet

how (not) to get the college rockstar girl

infos: college au! ellie williams x reader (fem oc)

contains: fluff, smut, slow romance, comedy, some lame jokes, angst, swearing/cursing, ellie being super hyper mega hot, oc extremely correct and stubborn.

chapter summary: Alexia and Dina make a bet which in the end causes Alexia to lose, Dina tells a lie.

Alexia was in the college dorm, studying modern languages in college and preparing for a project that was requested by one of the professors, her moment of peace is interrupted when her roommate and best friend Dina opens the door making a very loud noise in the dorm

“Hey Alexia, guess who I just saw walking down the main hallway?” — Dina said excitedly as she threw herself on her own bed.

“well let me think…i don't know dee, i have to do this damn job and i just can't think of anything else!” — Alex replied

“Lexi I think you need to relax, being locked in the dorm forcing yourself to do something that you definitely can't develop right now isn't going to do any good”  

the blonde haired girl sighed before turning her body around in that rolling chair and then facing Dina — “ yes, I think you're right, but hey, will you say who you saw in the main hallway or not?” — alexia arched one of her eyebrows curiously.

“let's say halfway there maybe I saw Jesse standing in front of one of those snack machines” — started Dina — “and he was like OH MY GOOD FUCK so handsome, he just kind of winked at me and i panicked, and well now i'm here”

"WHAT? Did Jesse wink at you? Like the same Jesse who's in a band with fucking Ellie Williams?” — Alex replied her friend with wide eyes.

“Is what I'm saying Alex, the guy I've had a crush on for years just winked at me!” — the brunette was gesticulating with her hands quickly, this was one of Dina's frequent quirks.

“This is fucking crazy, you should ask for his number, just a guess” — Alex got up to organize the mess of books he had left on the dorm desk.

“what? no he is jesse he wont give me his number” — Dina shrugged

“with all due respect Dina but fuck you, the guy just winked at you, he's clearly interested so you go and get his fucking number!” — said alex in indignation.

“what? Alex, it would be really embarrassing to be dumped by him, I'm just trying to avoid embarrassing myself knowing it could go wrong” 

“I still think you should give it a try, Jesse seems like a nice guy, we don't see him around with many girls and well...you're beautiful, there's no way he won't give you his number!” — Alexia knows that although many guys hit on Dina, she is still insecure about some things. 

“oh ok Alex you won. if i can't get jesse's number you have to try to get a kiss from miss williams heartbreaker” — replied dina defiantly.

“is it like that? well done! I know you'll come back here with that guy's number so I don't even have to worry” — Alex shrugged confidently that he would win.

a few hours later

"and then?" — asked curious alex — “did you get his number?”

Dina put on her best sad face and shook her head.

“WHAT?” — Alex stared at her friend completely shocked.

“he just replied to me - sorry but no - when i asked for his phone number” — Dina replied. — “So Alexia...I think you just lost a bet”

what Dina hadn't told Alex is that she actually got Jesse's number, but the brunette would LITERALLY do anything to see Alex go after the red-haired Williams, even lie...

n/a: Well, this is the first chapter and it also tells how Alexia got into this whole thing that could go very wrong or very right! Hope you like it

English is not my native language, sorry if there are some mistakes (correct me please), chapter not proofread!

MASTERLIST

[bingbongsupremacy]

Hand Holding

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warnings:

Summary: You have a crush on Ellie but you're pretty sure she doesn't like you back. Modern AU (They're Teens)

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

*****

" Jesse stop! " I laugh, attempting to shield my face from the water being splashed my way. " You're gonna get water up my nose! "

" Never! You stole the last drum stick! " He complains, continuing to sends waves of water towards me.

" I'll save you! " Ellie's voice laughs from nearby. I feel a warm hand slip into mine. " Follow me. "

Ellie leads me away from Jesse. Slowly his splashing towards me begins to die down as he's quickly distracted by Dina who cannon balls directly next to him.

I lower my hand and finally look towards Ellie. Her back is facing me. Her light green swim suit nicely compliments her auburn hair which is damply hanging above her shoulders.

Suddenly I remember her hand is holding onto mine. I look down at our loosely intertwined hands.

We've always been close but never close enough to hold hands. The small action sends a wave of heat rushing up my cheeks. I turn my face towards the water, not wanting to stare at our hands any longer.

It's stupid. I have a crush on my friend and I know I shouldn't. We're just friends. Besides, she just broke up with Cat. She's probably not ready for a new relationship right now.

I need to get over this.

When we're finally far away enough from the others, Ellie turns her body towards mine, not letting go of our hands. " Are you alright? You look a little stressed. " She observes.

I glance up at her and send her a small grin. " Yeah yeah. I'm fine. Just thinkin, ya know. "

I let go of her hand, tapping my hand on the word thinking.

It's never going to happen.

Ellie sends me a look that tells me she doesn't totally believe me, but she doesn't push any further. She leans up against the side of the pool wall. She doesn't say anything, instead she points her face up to the sun. She closes her pretty eyes, letting the heat envelop her.

" I've been so stressed with the end of the tri coming up. " I take in a deep breath, trying to let myself calm down. " I'm worried about failing chem. "

Ellie's head lifts up. She looks over at me. A grin plays at the corner of her lips. " I have the perfect thing for you. "

" Really? What. " I ask, watching as she hoists herself out of the pool.

Ellie turns towards me, water dripping down her muscular body. She extends a hand towards me. " You'll see. Come with me. "

I accept her hand, my heart fluttering at the contact.

Ellie helps me out of the pool and we make our way into the house. Her hand stays wrapped around mine.

She leads me through the hallway towards the garage. " I guess we shoulda grabbed our towels. " She chuckles, glancing back towards the small puddles we're leaving behind. " I'll clean it up before Joel gets home. "

Ellie opens up her door.

Small lights twinkle around the room. Posters I helped hang up beam down at me.

I let out a grin as I spot the small stuffed dog I bought her a few months ago at a fair. She still has it.

Ellie lets go of my hand and a disappointment fills my stomach. It's quickly replaced with a shiver from the cold AC running through the room.

Ellie digs through her drawer before finally pulling out a small box. " Found it. " She sets the small box on her desk, pulling out a small joint.

" Whoa, is that fucking weed? " I ask, taking a few steps towards her. I peer over her shoulder at the white rolled item.

" Fuck yeah. " Ellie grins, looking up at me. She pulls out a black lighter. " Wanna smoke some? "

I chew on the side of my cheek, contemplating for a moment. " Fuck it. Let's do it. "

Ellie's smile widens. " Open your mouth. "

I do as she says, my eyes meeting hers as she places the joint in between my lips. She keeps my gaze as she lips the end of the paper, watching my expression as it begins to burn.

I slowly inhale, coughing immediately. " Fuck. "

Ellie lets out a laugh. " First time? "

" First time. " I agree, holding it away from me. I hand it to her expecting hand.

She places the joint in between her slightly chapped lips, demonstrating how to smoke. She slowly guides me through the process, making sure I don't die the next time I take a drag.

Eventually we get to the point where we can pass the joint back and forth. We sit huddled together on her bed, bare legs pressed gently next to each other.

I might not have Ellie as my girlfriend but I have her as my friend. And that's enough. It has to be.

[love-toxin]

"Beg me not to kill you." & "I'm scaring you, huh? Then why are you wet?"  with Steve maybe? 😊

ellie's halloween sentence starters!

iii. "Beg me not to kill you."

v. "I'm scaring you, huh? Then why are you wet?"

(cws: slasher!steve, fem angel, blood, injuries, murder, dub/noncon fingering, implied somno)

"You don't have to run, you know. I'm gonna catch you no matter how fast you are." Steve's voice is dry, mellow almost, as he stalks towards the hallway you just turned into. He could be reading off a script, or dully chatting about the weather with someone on the bus.

But you trip over the carpet and come crashing to the floor, and then, the sound of his steps hurrying up to meet you strike even deeper fear into your heart–which is already pounding from dashing from room to room, trying to escape the maniac that you once dreamed of calling your boyfriend. The bloodied end of his bat rounds the corner before he does, and it's enough to power your desire to get up and stumble through the closest doorway. The door slams behind you with the force of your body against it, and fumbling with the lock for a second, you run to grab the nearest object–a chair out from a desk by the window–and hurry to jam it under the doorknob to keep Steve out. It's not seconds until he's turning it, or trying to, the door shaking suddenly and your heart hitting the floor as he wonders aloud why it's locked. As if he doesn't know.

You're not allowed the opportunity to look for a way out, to consider the option of jumping out the second story window on to the concrete below, or just hide and pray for mercy. Because one loud, earth-shattering crash of his bat meeting the wood splinters it immediately, and you're so close that one of those shards flies and slices open the heel of your hand–and now, instead of using those precious moments to think of a plan, you're screaming and clutching your wrist in pain, blood gushing from the wound and splattering all over the carpet.

The pain derails your whole train of thought, your vision blurring as you stumble back and tremble with shock, leaving a trail of crimson behind that leads straight to you. One more crack does the trick, and Steve's successfully crushed a hole in his own door and dislodged the chair in the process, his arm reaching through to unlock it so it only takes a nudge to open.

"Man, you made me break my door." Then it dawns on you. This is his room. You've wandered right into the monster's den, though said monster is stepping gingerly into the room before pushing the door behind him back and forth, as if to confirm that it is indeed destroyed like he wasn't the nutcase to do so. His eyes finally turn to you, bright and brown and severe. "And you cut yourself."

Steve reaches out for you, and doesn't stop when you flinch away from him. You have nowhere to go, what are you gonna do? You're no threat. You're a helpless sheep in the jaws of the wolf, and when Steve does grab you, he's gripping you so hard you're already whimpering for him to stop.

"Why don't you beg me not to kill you, hm?" He whispers, diving past your face to say it directly into your ear–his voice gives you shivers, like it's a cold breeze in the night. "I'm kinda thinking about it. You pissed me off."

Your mind races with what you did, and you come up with nothing. All you did was answer the door when the pizza delivery guy rang, having ignored Steve's insistence that he would meet him when he came, though that seemed like a quite insignificant error at the time. You had cheekily handed the guy his payment with a nice tip, because Steve had been nice enough to offer up his house as a study session for your college midterms, so it was the least you could do for your friend….

But that reality vanished when you spotted Steve over the delivery guy's shoulder, the harmless smile disappearing off your face with a worried utterance of his name–and then, he had raised the bat.

"Why? Why are you looking at me like that?" Steve's always been kind, if not a bit prickly at times. He moves back to meet your eyes, but the fear is palpable in yours–you watched him bash some poor man's brains out in front of you. What else could you be, but…

"I-I'm…I'm scared…"

"Scared? I'm scaring you, huh?" You nod your head in the most pathetic fashion, with a quivering lip to top it off. Steve isn't just scary. A horror movie is scary, a bump in the night is scary–Steve, he's terrifying.

"Then why are you wet?" His question blanks your mind, etches confusion on to your face, but your stammering stops short when you feel his hand brush your thigh. You jerk back on instinct, but his painful grip on your wounded arm keeps you against him, and you're forced to stand and shiver as his fingers dive down your skirt and come to cup your pussy over your panties. He rubs a teasing thumb into what should be a random spot, but he somehow knows where your clit is and knows how to press so firmly to make you squeal. You had fantasized about having Steve do things like this to you–but not like this. Even though your body is betraying you right now, and that strip of soft fabric between your legs is completely soaked for him to enjoy to the fullest.

"You wanted to seduce me, huh?" You shake your head violently, too wound up to open your mouth because you know the words won't come out as you want them to. "Yeah, that's it. That's why you dressed up like this. And when I didn't fuck your brains out on my couch like you wanted-"

"No!"

"-You decided to be a little slut and flirt with the delivery guy." Ignoring your outburst and the shove you try to give him to get him off, Steve yanks you harder against him for you to feel how stiff he is in his jeans, and for his fingers to prod you even rougher as he blindly searches for a way into your panties.

"I didn't, Steve!"

"You did!" He barks back, the growl of his voice sending an unwanted shiver up your spine. Now he's found a way in, his fingertips brushing your slit before losing any tenderness they might have had and pushing their way inside. He's big, brutal, knuckles working in to spread you out and shucking all that slick into his palm. His lips meet your cheek, hot and soft, and he has you hooked. No way out. Nothing but him.

"You smiled at him, remember? The same smile…" He trails off, breath hot and shaky on your ear. He doesn't seem to realize you're up on your tiptoes, gasps of pain and pleasure dying in your throat, because he's got his fingers so fucking deep. Steve is preoccupied, you know as much by the absent strokes against your clit with his thumb, moving with no direction. "...the one you give me when you're undressing me with your eyes."

Steve pulls away suddenly, cheek still sticky with blood you wish was fake. It's on you now, smeared down your jaw like a smudge of scarlet paint, and who's to say his hands aren't covered in it too, aside from your own–that he's rubbing it into your flesh for his own amusement. While he looks you in the eyes, he doesn't extract his fingers from inside you, nor shows any expression aside from a deep, dark mistiness over his brown eyes that betrays only the terror that a true psychopath could bestow.

"Your smile is mine. You're all mine." He mutters below his breath, spreading his fingers inside you to watch you gasp and your eyelids flutter as they fill with tears. It isn't until you wrack out that soft "stop" from your worried lungs that he does, and his hand slithers out from within you and out of your panties. He listened to your plea because he's a gentleman, he's a good man at heart.

But that doesn't mean he'll really stop there. No, he'll get you to loosen those lips and ply those legs open for him, slowly, even if it takes all night. It'll be of your own volition, because he will make sure you give him everything, whether you think you need it or you don't yet know that you do. Besides, you're not gonna last long with that wound. You're gonna get all dizzy and sleepy when you lose enough blood–and then, even if you're not awake to feel it, Steve will be making sure you get every ounce of his love in every sense of the word.