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Modern! Ellie x fem reader.
Ellie hasn't always trusted anyone; the only person she did trust was you, and you destroyed that like you have destroyed everything else. Now, she's sitting on a bench outside of school, feeling the weight of her loneliness. She pulls out a cigarette and flicks her thumb on the lighter her dad got her. The flame catches, and she lifts the cigarette to her mouth, inhaling deeply, feeling the familiar burn of the smoke.
A chime interrupts her thoughts, the sound of a new message. She sighs, fishing her phone out of her pocket. The screen lights up with your message: "Can we talk?"
She huffs in frustration, leaving you on read. The cigarette dangles between her fingers as she takes another puff, then drops it to the ground, grinding it out with the toe of her shoe. Ellie stands up, tucking her phone back into her pocket, her mind swirling with a mix of anger and sadness. The bench, now empty, is a silent witness to her turmoil.
Giving in, she texts you back: "Meet me at the usual spot." The usual spot was an abandoned cinema where they would go to get high and listen to music. Those were the good times when they didn't have to worry about anything because they had each other. You would always come to Ellie's aid if she needed anything, and Ellie would do the same for you.
You eventually arrive at the spot, spotting Ellie seated on a cinema chair, the same one where you both had engraved your names into the cushion. This makes you smile at the memory. You take a deep breath and sit next to her.
"Don't speak, just listen," Ellie demands. You remain silent, gulping your anxiety down as her gaze pierces through you, a mixture of hurt and longing in her eyes.
For a moment, the only sound is the echo of old memories, reverberating through the empty cinema. Then Ellie speaks, her voice softer than you expected. "You’ve never been the person to talk. I understand that." She pauses, her eyes searching yours. "But you did. You admitted your feelings for me," she continues. "Under your cold-hearted exterior, there is warmth, and that's the part of you that I love. But whoever you were three weeks ago, I hated her. She was cruel, mean, and she didn't care about anyone but herself. Your turn."
You let her words sink in, guilt overwhelming you. "I'm trying, Ellie. I really am. My mother just got out of rehab a couple of days prior. That's no excuse, I know that. I just needed to let my anger out, and you were the closest person." You look down, ashamed. "I'm sorry. I understand if you don't want to talk to me ever again."
Ellie is silent for a moment, then sighs. "I get it. Everyone's dealing with their own shit, but it doesn't mean you can hurt others. You can't just push people away because you're hurting."
You nod, the weight of your mistakes pressing down on you. "I know. I don't want to lose you, Ellie. You mean too much to me."
She looks at you, her expression softening slightly. "Prove it, then. Show me that you can be the person I trust again. Actions speak louder than words."
You take a deep breath, feeling a glimmer of hope. "I will. I promise."
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Rockstar! Ellie x Celebrity!female reader
18+ | nsfw | mdni
The brunette's fingers strummed against her guitar, catching every note. The crowd cheered and screamed lustrous words at Ellie and her band. She didn't acknowledge any of them; she just hoped that you would be there—your smile, your contagious laugh, your soft, luscious lips. Ellie had hoped that you would somehow show up.
Ellie and her band took a half-hour break, getting ready to perform once again for the third time today. Exhausted, Ellie pulled her hair into her signature half-up, half-down bun. As she stepped out of her changing room, she bumped into a woman. Upon smelling her perfume, her eyes went wide, realizing it was you.
She pulled your waist, enveloping you in a warm hug. You wrapped your arms around her neck, nuzzling your head on her shoulder. She pulled back, kissing your tender lips, savouring your taste. Out of breath, she gently let go of you. "I knew you would come,” she smiled at her girlfriend.
"I would always come to you," you reassured the brunette. "It was a bitch to get here, though. Paparazzi was everywhere today."
"Better make it worth my while," she joked.
Ellie grasped your hand, guiding you into her changing room. “I have plenty of time, so don’t rush,” her raspy voice whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. She unbuttoned your top, swiftly pulling it off you, not wasting a minute before taking your nipple into her mouth. You let out a breathless gasp, holding Ellie’s hand and raking your fingers through her hair.
You moaned at how gentle she was being. Ellie started to cascade kisses all over your body, tickling you. "Baby... stop teasing me," you laughed, feeling her move down your body.
Looking up, she grinned mischievously. "What if I don't want to stop?"
"Please, I need you, baby," you moaned out of frustration. Ellie complied, unzipping your jeans and inserting her fingers softly into you. “Is this okay, baby?” Ellie questioned, wanting to know how you felt.
You nodded, biting your lip, trying to contain yourself. She started to move her fingers a little faster, to no surprise, which you enjoyed. Your hands gripped the arms of the chair while Ellie was on her knees between your legs. Your climax neared its edge; Ellie could feel you clench around her fingers, so she drove them into you, hitting your g-spot at a perfect angle, making you see stars. Your moans grew louder as you approached your high.
“If we get caught, I'm blaming you,” she smirked. You ground your pussy against her fingers. “Fuck you,” you replied, jokingly pissed at her sarcasm.
“Oh... baby, that's exactly what I'm doing,” she hammered her fingers into you, making you a moaning mess. Your legs shook, your vision blurred, and you let out a loud moan, coating her fingers in your cum.
“There you go, baby. Do you feel better?” she asked, kneeling on the ground and pulling you in for a kiss, which you accepted.
“I love you so much, you know that, right?” Your eyes softened, hearing words you hadn't heard in person for a while.
“Of course I do, baby. So much.”
“Okay,” you smiled. “You have an audience to entertain. I'll wait for you when you get back.” You were happy to have Ellie, and you wouldn't want it any other way.
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Her hands nervously brushed the back of her head. Letting out a breath, she reloaded her weapon. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Cleo asked, her arms crossed, trying one last time to deter the situation.
She sighed. “You know I do.”
Cleo's eyes rolled. “You don't have to do anything,” she huffed, standing up and loosening her backpack containing her essential stuff. “Besides, if I don't, she’ll come after us.”
She laid her hand on the doorknob, taking a small breath. Before she could open the door, she was pulled back gently. The touch was almost enough to make her stay—almost.
“Can you just kiss me? One last time? That's all I ask,” Cleo whispered, her eyes starting to water as she held her lover's face in her hands for what might be the last time. They pressed their foreheads together, trying to match each other's breathing. She gently placed a kiss on Cleo's lips, a tear running down her face.
She stayed in place for a few moments, grasping onto the person who would eventually become a memory. She closed both eyes, unable to bear the sight of her lover's distraught face.
She opened the door, leaving her peace of mind behind. The intense wave of guilt hit her as she got into her car. It struck her that she would forever and always be alone...
Written by: Srvrluvrrpres
First time writing. Any tips would be appreciated 👏
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