#bbf!ellie williams

[savannahsdeath]

hi i love your writing SO MUCH and idk if i requested this already but… do you think we can get a brothers best friend ellie?? readers brother DOES NOT want them together but they end up fucking when he’s asleep/not home. or reader goes to ellies house and eats her out while shes on call with reader’s brother?? either one is fine i would just love to see you write it

i think you requested that but i made it likee the brother didnt care so heres a second one🤭ill post the first one too tho!!

BBF!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut, almost getting caught

writers note: im sorry its so short whateva💔

You couldn't decide whether you like it or not.

Well, of course you did. Ellie never failed to make you feel good, her strap hitting all the right places while her hands caressed your thighs. She was rough, but not too rough. Degrading, but also praising. Basically, she was all you could ever ask for and more. What was there to hate?

But at some point, there was this little voice in your head telling you you're pathetic. Pathetic for liking this, agreeing to this and... just admiring her overall.

Because, jesus, 'she's my brother's friend. Best friend. What am I going to tell him?'

You, as the little sister, always let him insult you. Your opinion didn't matter, you gave up on trying to be important long time ago. You didn't hate him, he wasn't that bad. It was just sibling love language. He just couldn't be nice. If he knew about you and Ellie...

You were good at hiding it, though. When you first met her, you didn't believe she's really friends with your brother. Not to be mean, but you didn't thought he'll get along with someone who seems so... perfect.

'She probably has a shitty personality.'

That's how you explained their friendship. And you were terribly wrong.

After she visited your house once, she kept coming almost every day. At this point, you got used to that.

Oh, well, not exactly... There was some awkward situations, like when you exited the bathroom in only a towel wrapped around your bare skin and you saw her leaning against the handrail in the hallway. She only ruffled your hair and laughed at your embarrassment, seeing you blush and holding onto the fabric like your life depended on it. Maybe it did, actually?

It wasn't long after that before you began to wonder -'She can't be friends with my brother... can she?'- You started to notice more things - her kindness towards you, a tender touch here and there, and the way she looked at you made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So what if she was his best friend? Would he really mind?

But what if he did? What if he found out?

Suddenly that little voice in your head was screaming louder than ever, and that feeling of shame and guilt crept up on you again.

But no matter how much of the guilt you felt, and despite the small voice in your head telling you you're pathetic, it felt right. You felt accepted. Accepted by someone who was perfect in every way. The thought of telling your brother filled you with dread, but it seemed so far away. You could figure out that little problem later, right? Just for now, you could feel a rush of emotions - mostly guilt, but also a rush of lust that made you want more.

More and more.

And she gave you more.

A quiet -'fuck'- escaped her lips as she saw your cunt throbbing against her strap. Her hands continued firmly holding you down as you didn't even bother to stay quiet. You felt so good... and so ashamed... You wanted it to stop but at the same time, you knew you'd beg for more if she would even simply slow down.

It was really your own fault.

This was the first time in ages you were left home alone, so you immediately invited Ellie over. First time you won't have to bury your face in the pillows. First time she won't have to shush you. First time you could actually do everything.

You were fighting your own thoughts, not knowing which one are the bad ones. You had no idea if you're doing the right thing. And you most definitely weren't but you were too fucked up to realize that.

Ellie chuckled, hearing your not-muffled this time sounds. "Were you always this loud? Jesus, how did we manage to keep this a secret for so long?"

The truth is, she wasn't silent herself. Fine, she wasn't a whining mess, unlike you, but still - the little 'fuck's and praises escaping her mouth weren't too quiet.

You continued squirming and whimpering about how big she is and how much it hurts, hoping it'll magically change, though you didn't really wanted it to. Or maybe you did? You weren't sure. Your mind continued the fight wether it's good or pathetic, none of the sides prevailing.

She clicked her tongue in disappointment, but her smirk told you how proud she really is. "I know, I know, so stop moving so fucking much." She said.

Her raspy, tired voice was enough to make you squirm again. You weren't used to hear it in these circumstances before, since it's obviously the first time she could speak loudly and clearly, without worrying about your brother.

"I said something, doll." Her grip on your hips hardened, almost aggressively pinning you to bed.

You heard the ring hanging near the door, meaning someone opened them. Just by footsteps you could tell it was your brother.

"Should I stop?" She asked with mock-concern and interest. You realized your answer won't change anything - maybe just the intensity of her moves, so you didn't waste your energy answering. That was a sign of your obedience and helplessness Ellie waited for. "Good girl."

She rolled you on your stomach and tangled her fingers in your hair, pressing your head into the pillow. She shoved it down with every thrust - every hit of your climax - to stop you from moaning. And of course it didn't work completely, but they faded enough to be inaudible outside the room.

She was intentionally going faster and faster. She loved playing with you, feeling the thrill of it, even though you didn't find it so amusing. You digged your nails into the tattoo on her forearm, hoping to slow her down.

"Ya know what will happen if he hears?" She didn't seem to care that your fingers were literally drawing blood from her body. "You'll handle it. Unless you want him to find out?" She whispered.

You immediately shook your head, pursing your lips and squeezing your eyes shut.

Then, your moment of focus broke as you heard knocking, on the door to your room this time.

"I'm back!" Your brother announced.

You asked him to tell you whenever he goes out or cames back, mostly so you knew if Ellie's free, since he only goes out with her. Today was the first time he went outside on his own and the poor guy had no idea she found a reason to visit your house anyway, just like he had no idea she did so even when he was home, in his room, right above yours.

The lack of response surprised him, so he knocked once more before shouting confused -'You there?'

Ellie looked down at you, daring you to answer, mouthing silent 'go on' in the most taunting voice she could.

"Yes! That's good!" Your voice was shaky and you knew he will notice.

He wasn't really caring, just curious, so he had to know everything. His first sentence sounded cute, like he really cared, but you figured out he's making fun of you as soon as you heard the other questions. "Are you crying? What, you weren't invited to some lame party? Or a boy you know for a week broke up with you?"

And what were you supposed to say? -'No, your best friend is fucking me for... probably more than an hour now, and her dick is probably bigger than yours, so I can't control my tears'

"Yeah, something lik- Oh, fuck off!" You screamed back, succeeding to pretend you're really hurt because of one of the pathetic things he accused you for.

He laughed. "Mhm- Whatever!"

The footsteps climbed up stairs and got silent. Ellie bit her bottom lip, holding back a chuckle.

"Does he really think of you so low?" Her hips slowed down again, but became more precise. "You did good, don't worry. It'll be over soon."

[alluringnectar]

bbf!ellie x femme reader

warnings: sweetheart!reader, gamer!ellie, praise, fingering (r! receiving), tension

SFW

🎀 bbf!ellie who comes over every saturday to play videogames with your brother .

🎀 bff!ellie who says ‘she’s not thatttt bad’ when your brother rants about how annoying you can be .

🎀 bff!ellie who sleeps over sometimes .

🎀 bff!ellie who sneaks up at you in the middle of the night .

“shouldn’t you be asleep?” asks ellie .

“shouldn’t you?” you giggle .

🎀 bff!ellie who went to your room when your brother had fallen asleep .

you were sitting in your vanity, applying your skincare .

“you do this every night?” ellie whispers, leaning on your door way.

🎀 bff!ellie who ends up being straddled by your legs while getting a face mask done .

“can i take this off now?”

“patience, els .”

🎀 bff!ellie who got nervous after hearing the nickname you give her .

🎀 bff!ellie who takes you as a plus one along with your brother .

your brother went to go hangout and flirt with other girls .

feeling stressed, you decided to let loose a little by a couple of shots .

you’re drunk now, stumbling and hearing the clack of your heels makes ellie bring you outside .

🎀 bbf!ellie who makes sure you’re okay and puts you in the passenger seat .

“what about my brother?”

“he’ll live,” ellie coos while buckling you in .

🎀 bbf!ellie who tucks you into bed and kisses your temple

“mmmm, stay ellie”

🎀 bbf!ellie who stays in your bed, hands wrapped your waist .

🎀 bbf!ellie who wakes you up with arguments with your brother .

“why the fuck did you leave me!”

“your sister was drunk , i was worried!”

“why the hell do you care about her so much, she’s annoying as fuck anyways .”

“because i like her!”

it was silent, but your brother was no longer angry .

🎀 bbf!ellie who rings the doorbell one night .

“what are you doing here els, my brother isn’t here”

“uh, i know . i actually wanted to see you .”

your brows perk up.

“oh?”

“look, i really like you.”

you roll your eyes .

“took you long enough”

you press your lips against hers, twirling her own hair with your fingers .

“so are we together now?”

🎀 bbf!ellie who can’t get enough that every time she walks into your room it turns into a makeout session .

🎀 bbf!ellie who teaches you how to play video games using her own controller .

“like this?”

“no, its L3 .”

“ where the hell is L3?”

🎀 bbf!ellie who teaches your brother how to be nicer to you .

“man don’t talk to her like that !”

🎀 bbf!ellie who compliments you every time you groom yourself .

“my baby looks so beautiful .”

NSFW

🎀 bbf!ellie who covers your mouth while fingering you .

“shhh- it’s okay baby you can take it .”

🎀 bbf!ellie that leaves your core warm when you see her hitting combos on her controller .

🎀 bbf!ellie when your guys make-up sessions turn into make-out sessions

🎀 bbf!ellie who’s always delicate and gentle with you .

“hey, is this okay?” as ellie rubs circles on your waist leaving kisses on your collarbone .

“yeah els keep going .”

🎀 bbf!ellie while she’s eating you out holds your legs in place for you won’t squirm around

“you can take it” she coos, putting hair behind your ear .

🎀 bbf!ellie who’s amazing at aftercare, and never leaves you once done .

🎀 bbf!ellie who loves you more than you brother .

[ellieshoochiemama]

Her. (E. W.)

Summary: Ellie joins you in your room during your brother's party.

Warnings (18+ MDNI): smut, swearing, fingering (r!receiving), cum eating (sort of), drinking, smoking, porn w/ some plot, bbf!ellie, loser!ellie. lmk if I missed any!!!

Word count: 1.7k

A/n: my first smut!!! So sorry if this sucks lmaooo

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

It was a hot and humid summer night. That sizzling summer day was your brother's choice for a party. His friends were all gathered in the backyard, sipping on buzz-balls and inexpensive tequila shots. To be honest, you wanted to ditch this and curl up with your favorite rom-com instead, but you didn't. Your brother made the effort to persuade you to assist with setup, stay, and speak with the guys who were obviously watching you. It fucking sucked.

Especially since she was here. The only person you didn’t mind stealing glances from. Your brother's best friend for the past five years.

She had no idea how much she meant to you. Her teasing, the looks up and down, and the shivers you felt when she called your name.

Occasionally, she would catch you staring, her green eyes meeting yours, but she would ignore it. The girl she was talking to seemed to be blocking her, making it seem impossible for you to get close to her. Watching the girl drool over Ellie. Fuck.

Just brush it off. As you stood up from your seat to grab your next tequila shot, you rolled your eyes.

You made it to the table filled with alcohol. The moment you had a full shot glass in your hand, you hurried off. Jerking back your head as you sense the liquid burning in your throat. Fuck this boring shit.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Heading for your room, you walked somberly back into your home's solitude. You changed out of the dress you were wearing and put on an oversized crewneck and sleep shorts. As you tuck yourself into bed, there is a knock at the door.

You come to halt. In the hopes that they would go away if you said nothing.

"Come on, I know you are in there." Ellie continued, pounding on your door once more. "Alright, Fuck, I'm coming." When you open the door, Ellie's hands are tucked into the pockets of her sweat pants.

“Can I come in?” Softly, Ellie said. "Why not," and you opened the door to let her in. Trailing closely behind her, you shut the door. In silence, the two of you sat awkwardly on the edge of your bed.

"So what's up-" you begin, but Ellie cuts you off. "I'm sorry for bothering you. It's just so fucking boring out there."

"I was done with it, too, but you seemed real cozy with that blonde chick." You drew your arms across your chest. "Meh, she’s not really my type." She looked at you, waiting for a response of some kind.

The tension was thick. What the hell is she doing to make you feel this way? Her gorgeous brown freckles glistened in the warm light from your room, like stars. Her emerald eyes scrutinize, even torment you. Her lips tinged with saliva as she licked them.

"Listen, if and only if you smoke with me, I will get out of your hair." reaching into her hoodie pocket and removing a rolled joint. It was too soon to decline the offer. So you took it. Taking the joint from her grip and the lighter from your bedside table.

"don't gotta ask me twice." As you lit the joint, you smiled. Breathing in all the smoke, you held it in until your lungs began to burn before exhaling it. With her eyes fixed on you, Ellie observed you. You give her the joint.

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It didn't take long for it to hit. Your eyes darkened to a pale pink hue. Ellies' cheeks the same hue. All of a sudden, everything seemed more genuine. The way Ellie observed you and the rhythm of your heartbeat. At once, it encompassed everything.

"I missed hanging out with you." Ellie said, her eyes heavy as she met yours. It was like you could feel everything all at once. The muffled sounds of the 'sex playlist' played from outside. With the joint still burning, a haze of smoke filled the room. Having her here with you, you felt complete.

"Hey, do you want to try something?" Breaking the stillness was Ellie's raspy voice. "Like what?" you laugh. "Just trust me," Ellie says, grabbing the joint.

Her large hand lands on your jaw, gently pressing against it. Breathlessly, you said, "Els, what are you doing?" She disregarded you and took a long drag on the joint, holding it in her mouth rather than inhaling. Her lips found yours as she leaned in. You take a deep breath as your instinct takes over. She and all the smoke combined. It was intoxicating.

She began to back away, but you stopped her by holding onto her wrist, which was resting on your cheek, and drew her back in. You were so eager to feel her again that your nose bumped hers. With her other hand on the back of your neck, her calloused hand found the base of your neck and gripped it. Her full pink lips moved in unison with yours. Her tongue slowly possessing each crevice of your mouth.

She was a fantastic kisser. No guy you have ever kissed has been this good. You both drew back, trying to catch your breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Fuck Els” as you leaned on each other's foreheads.

"I want you." Her hot breath teased your face as she whispered it. Pushing her back, you wrapped your thighs around hers. She took hold of the fat of your ass and began kneading it like dough. It’s driving you crazy.

Her wet mouth latched onto the frail skin on your jawline leading down to your collar bone. All that could be heard were Ellie's labored breathing and the whines and whimpers that were dripping from your throat as she sucked and nibbled until bruises were left.

It was filthy. So filthy. But all you wanted was more. You can feel the slick pooling between your thighs as her hands indulged your body's curves. You gazed up at her, grinding into the seat of her lap. Her mullet cut hair fell perfectly on her face. Her eyes were dark like a gem, so full of lust that you could feel her crumbling beneath you.

Ellie grabs your hips and drives you deeper into her as you grind onto her clothed sex. She knows how badly you want this.

"What are you doing, hmm?" Ellie lets out a groan. Her cold veiny hand caresses the sliver of skin between your shorts and sweatshirt. "Ellie, please." You take her hand in yours and guide it up your stomach, stopping at the mounds of your naked tits. Her lips parted slightly as she felt the hard buds under her rough hands. You lift the hem of your shirt over your head, revealing yourself to her. She immediately gnaws at your tits, groaning from the sensation of you.

Your hands become entangled in her auburn hair, drawing her in as close as possible. You are pathetically wet for her. Your cunt aches for her. Ellie slid her hand up to the hem of your shorts, teasing her finger against your smooth skin. “Can I?” She asked roughly. You eagerly nod your head.

She pulls the thin fabric of your shorts down your thighs. "Fuck you are so wet," she says, her mouth watering at the slick glistening on your thighs. You cut her off by grabbing her hoodie and pulling it over her head. She held you skin to skin, sliding her middle finger down to your puffy clit. Rubbing small circles on it as you grind harder into her hand. Dragging her long digit to your aching hole, dipping the tip in and out ever so slightly. You can’t help but moan.

She puts her other hand around your neck and squeezes, not too hard, but just enough to break you. Her calloused, thick finger slides into your cunt. The pressure on your neck causes your pussy to throb around her finger.

"You are so fucking tight, babe, want me to fuck you with my fingers?" She says with clenched teeth. Ellie’s boxers felt tight around her thighs, probably soaking through her sweatpants just from watching you. She sloshes her finger deep inside your pussy dragging it against your gummy walls. You moan feeling her reach deeper in you. Pulling the slick coated finger out she lines up her ring finger to your hole joining her middle one. She kept her eyes on your pussy watching it stretch around the width of her digits.

“Oh fuck Ellie” you throw your head back feeling the pit of your stomach burn with arousal. You sink fully on her fingers pressing so hard you feel the hill of her palm on your clit. You let out a throaty whine and gasp as she pulls in and out, fucking you deep, hitting that ever-so-sensitive spot in you.

“There it is.” She murmured as she pounded her palm into your pussy. Her mouth finds your tits again, sucking on the peak of your nipple. Your jaw goes slack as she moves against you. "Mmmph fuck Els," you whimper.

"Cum for me. Cum right on my fingers." Ellie mumbles out. Your walls clench around her hand. Ellie grabs your jaw with her free hand and pulls you into a wet kiss. Riding her hand you moan into her mouth.

You inhale sharply. “Ellie I’m cumming”. As she fucks into you and rides out your orgasm, a whine escapes your mouth. She doesn’t pull out of you until you’re all spent. Her fingers pruned from your release. Raising them to her lips, she inserts them. She moans, sucking off your slick. "Tastes so fucking good"

Your thighs tremble around her waist as you give her another hungry kiss. She draws you in by roughly holding your hips with her hands. A knock interrupts your passionate kiss.

"Ellie, are you in here?" Your brother questioned from outside of the door. Oh fuck. You rush away from Ellie, finding your sleep shorts and a random shirt, while Ellie finds her own shirt. Once settled Ellie opens the door.

"You all okay?" Ellie's pink cheeks and the hickeys on your neck catch his attention. She brushed her auburn hair down with her fingers.

"mhm yeah, why?" she responds. "Ellie was just wondering why I left the party," you say.

"I need a partner for beer pong, we are about to play," he says. "All right, I am heading back down," Ellie says, turning to face you. "Okay, guys, have fun," you say as you watch them walk away.

You sink back into your bed. I am in way too deep.

[seattlesellie]

thinkin abt eating bbf!ellie out while she’s gaming and on a call with reader’s brother ☺️

she would have to keep muting her headset every 30 seconds bc she couldn’t keep quiet and eventually would just toss her controller on the floor and end the call so she could fuck reader stupid while reader’s brother is spamming her w texts asking where she went 😭

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ok u got me with this… 💗🪷

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ʚɞ it was purely innocent at first, you swore to god it was. what’s so wrong about sitting on your girlf— well, that isnt quite right. on your frien— god, thats not exactly it either. on your… brother’s best friends (that’s better) lap while she’s playing a video game? she let you in, in fact, she signaled you to come closer with a small pat on her thigh before you did. “m’not a dog…” you scoffed, pouting before rolling your eyes, desperately trying to hide the fact that even that mere, simple gesture made it feel funny in your stomach. “no, but you’re my—“ she stopped, and grazed the corner of her mouth with her tongue. “just come warm me up”

ʚɞ that was her excuse for everything. wanted to hold your hand after splitting you raw? it’s just to warm her up. move closer while her arm is loosely placed on your chest while “hugging” you from behind while laying on the bed? come warm her up. she’d never admit she just yearned to feel you close, craved to touch you at any given moment, as if you’d slip away if she didn’t.

ʚɞ she was wearing her headset, and a couple of baby hairs frizzled up on the top of her head. both hands on the controller, wrapped tightly around your waist, continuously yelling at someone you guessed was a complete stranger she was playing with. “who are you talking to?” you questioned, trying to stop yourself from grinning at how cute she looked with her tongue poking out of her mouth when she was hyperfocused on the screen. “shh…” she sushed, slightly blowing out her eyes. “your brother”

“he can hear me?!” fuck. that came out way too loud. she abruptly placed her left palm on your lips, to shut you up. “just a sec, man” she spoke into the mic. “you cant make any noise” she whispered, and when you winced, she smirked. “just watch, and keep quiet”

ʚɞ being quiet, was not exactly your forte. especially not when you were supposed to (it was as if someone placed a red button with a huge sign of “do not press!”— you have to press.) and especially, while you were sat on ellie’s lap, and she kept sniffling and huffing and cursing those little “fuck” and “shit” under her breath and the air she blew, caressed your neck and made you shiver and… her hand, on that damn controller, her fingers circling the silicone ball, her thumb, to be more specific, and it’s a little fucking distracting— how she happens to bounce her leg, making you bounce up and down with it’s movement, every time she's upset someone had killed her in the game, and how when she wins a round, she lays herself back on the chair, spreads her legs and cockily murmurs into the mic “fucking got you, asshole”

ʚɞ did she know what she was doing, as she slapped your thigh when she won the 3rd round in a row? did she know that when she bounced you up and down, your tummy flipped and your eyes rolled back? even if she did know, what you did next was so not fair to her.

ʚɞ you pressed your ass deep inside her lap, making the fat squish down on her thigh, and she cleared her throat, and chuckled. clearly, it did something to her, her throat feeling suddenly dry, but she didn’t want you to know. you stopped, and she readjusted herself, straightening her back. “i’m out of fuc…ing ammo” and with that, you pressed your ass down even deeper into ellie’s lap, cause her face to twitch in the slightest. “give me some fuc—“ now, you purely rocked your ass back and forth on her crotch, staring at the screen, attempting to appear as aloof as you could. it made her stretch her head back, and huff out a small, shaky breath. she placed her hand on your thigh, and squeezed hard. it wasn’t a nice, thoughtful gesture, it was a sign to stop fucking moving, you’ve been warned. she was on a winning streak and you were about to ruin it.

ʚɞ your shorts were truly way too short, bordering on underwear, the material was truly too thin, and she could feel every inch of you through her sweats. your thighs, your feet rocking back and forth and kicking her on purpose, and your ass who grew to be the biggest distraction of all— “just a sec dude, im pausing just… taking a water break”

she was going to lose, and she knew it.

she took the headset off, and placed it, no— threw it on the table. “what are you doing?” she murmured in a low, raspy voice. you managed to catch your breath, and attempted to sound as angelic and innocent as you possibly could. “nothing…?” you quipped, and smiled softly. ellie slightly nodded her head up and down. “keep doing nothing, see where that gets you”

“not doing anything, swear” and the way you put your hand on your chest, right where your heart is, and then palmed it to give it the smallest, gentlest squeeze… “jesus fucking christ” she huffed, and stared down. she wasn’t going to get out of this, and she certainly wasn't going to win.

ʚɞ she spread her thighs wider, with you sat directly on her thigh, and put her headset back on. two can play this game. she didn’t want your brother to know about you two, and you didn’t want him to know even more. you moved yourself to sit right on her center, right where her crotch is, and the wheeze that came out of her mouth— “fffuck”

“you good, ellie?” that was your brother’s voice popping out of her headset. you were that close to her face. your cheek pressed up on her’s, and you moaned inside her ear, a small “aaah, ellie” and you knew that would get her, because nothing made her wetter than those damn moans, and when you added her name in the mix—she cleared her throat, and if you saw the way her eyebrows scrunched together, her eyelids simply resting shut because she had to physically restrain herself, you’d have probably started whining and begging. “m’good, yeah—keep going” was she talking to you, or to him? you made up your mind. she was talking to you.

ʚɞ you grinded youself back and forth again and again, and you knew you rubbed her right where she needed you. you pressed down hard, and it hit right on her clit. “god” she huffed, her breaths growing shaky and uneven. she bumped her crotch into your ass and it made you squeal like a chew toy. “sh— shut up” she groaned, and hastily placed her palm on your mouth again. “shut the fuck up bro”. it was truly disgusting, how turned on you were by grinding yourself up against her, letting her clothed crotch hump your ass. ellie, desperately dug her palm extra hard on the controller, as she felt a glob of slick leaking out of her cunt, because she knew that if she let it go, her hand would immediately drop down to your pussy, and start fucking you raw on the chair.

ʚɞ the wet, sticky patch in your underwear grew bigger and bigger every time you bounced, circling your ass in fast, needy movements on her crotch as if you were trying to win a race. ellie's mind left the game already, completely blind to what was happening on the screen, but kept on pretending. it was funny to her, truly, how pathetic you looked. your movements growing messy, sweat sticking down your forehead, your bottom lip between your teeth, and she almost let you use her body to cum, and you swore you almost did. your small chocked out breaths were growing heavier and needier, and you huffed small whispers of her name in broken little sentences. “mmhm el-lie” she smirked, and placed her hand up on the small mic to block the obscenity that was about to escape her lips; "about to cum in those little fucking panties? hm? you’re so fucking slutty”

ʚɞ and thats exactly when you stopped, and peeled your shaky body off of her. she seemed confused for a second, because god she was loving it, the way you tried to get her flustered and turned out a needy, flustered, moaning mess yourself. she didn’t even need to do anything, just purely exist, for you to nearly cum inside your shorts. her lips curled into to a small, teasing smile. “what are you doing?” she mouthed. you got down on your knees, placing yourself directly in front of her crotch. ellie hovered over you in a manspread, and you put your chin right on the chair. “nothing” you mouthed back, and gave her a small pout. she huffed, as her game character stood idly on the ground, a black rifle in her hand, and your brother paced nearer and nearer. you placed your hands on her thighs, and batted your eyelashes. she sighed, and gazed at you with a prying look.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me”

“hell fucking yes i am” your brother exclaimed, muffled in her headset.

ʚɞ you didn’t even peel the grey sweats out of her body, you straight up yanked them down. what you saw… didn’t disappoint you in the slightest. a wet spot, perhaps even bigger than yours, making her black boxers take even a darker shade of black. you let out a shaky “oh my… god”, as she slid off of the chair, her eyes rolling back. “m’playing… just keep fucking going i’m playing” again, she wasn’t talking to you, or was she? she looked at you again, warning you. you blinked slowly, trying to tease her as much as you could. ellie's eyes squinted, and she hesitated for a moment. she brought her hand down and caressed the top of your head. although she was gentle, you could tell how crazy you were driving her. she bucked her hips forward, and mouthed; “lick”

ʚɞ firstly, you gave a small lick to the soft fabric, and felt her tangy sweet taste just merely grazing your pink muscle. then, she aggressively patted her hand on the top of your head, again, and made you look up at her. her eyes turned a darker shade of emerald green, and she looked angry. “dont play with me” she mouthed, and squeezed your cheeks together. she gave the right one a small pat, and then a stinging little slap, making you yelp. she was in control, and she was going to use you.

ʚɞ she placed the controller on your fucking head, and pushed her soaking boxers down, to lay loosely wrapped aound her ankles. ellie pushed your face forward to meet her weeping core, and you immediately stuck your tongue out, to gift a delicate, slow lick to her glistening, peachy pink folds. you pushed it inside of her hole, and she clenched right on it. she gripped the controller harder, and looked absolutely gone. no matter how hard she pushed your head, you didn’t dare to ever meet her clit, the brat that you are, because you thought it was so much more fun to watch her suffer. “mmfuck” she groaned, “fuck— y-you man” and the way she whimpered right into the mic; “m’good dude just— fuck just my arm hurts” and looked downwards to give you a look that was purely warning you— keep on playing with her like that and she’d fucking make it hurt.

ʚɞ it was torturous, and she really got truly delirious, the way in which you licked around her cunt, stopping your movements to plant a simple, delicate little kiss on her thigh, just to hear her respond with a throaty groan, look down at you with her bangs sticking to her forehead, hand shaking around the black controller, biting her lip hard— because if she didn't, she would have moaned so loud she'd get kicked out of your family's home for fucking with your brother's precious sister. she shook her thigh to get you off of it, and it signaled to stop fucking teasing. "I can'— fuck— man fuck, im gonna fucking— lose the fucking game" she stutters, sounding like a complete idiot, biting her fist hard and twisting her face, her jaw clenched so tight because if he hears her, he's gonna think she's either about to pass completely out, or think she's in heat— and the fact that you won't, absolutely refuse to give her needy clit any attention, and the way you look so concentrated on torturing her, keeping your eyes fixated on her’s, acting all brave because you know she cant talk, and cant do anything because she’s fucking “busy” oh, you pissed her off— your mouth stuffed with her cunt, looking up to her as if you're not trying to kill her;

nope. she can't do this anymore. she grabbed the back of your neck forcefully, and pulled yourself off of her. you pout, and then you're slightly terrified, because the controller just met the floor with a loud thud. "i'll be back in 5 minutes" she breathlessly talks into the mic.

“swear— five fucking minutes, gimme five”

ʚɞ you both stare at each other for a moment, as if you're communicating with just looks, and she lifts herself off of the chair and you pounce back, but she's quicker than you.

you dont know how you find yourself pushed against the mattress, with her hand around your throat. she's not pressing, it's just wrapped around it, and she's angry.

"you fucking..." you look to the side, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. the wall, apparently, has a lot to say. "look at me" she whispers, and forces you to turn your head around and face her. freckles splattered all over her face, you try and concentrate on them but she's chasing your eyes.

ʚɞ she's too quick, it's all too fucking quick and you whine so loud, your back arching off of the bed and she presses you down, shoves her hand inside of your panties and chuckles; "you're a fucking... you're so fucking..." she’s breathless, and famished, because she doesn't even finish that sentence before her lips are on yours, hips jerking forward, as soon as she feels the puddle, or the sea, that's right inside your panties.

"fucking tease"

ʚɞ you swear you’re vibrating on her hand. “pl—ease” you plead, your voice whiney and quiet because all of a sudden, ellie has the upper arm, and you, poor you— can’t tease her anymore. “please what?” she coos. “please ellie…” and she cups your tits, both of them, and squeezes them together so tight it makes you leak down your thigh.

“s’not good enough” she tsk’s, bringing her forehead to meet yours. she merely hovers over your clit, and it’s that friction you were looking for so hard and—

her phone buzzes.

“where the fuck are you?”

“?”

“????”

“hello?”

she places the phone screen in front of you, pinches your chin with her index finger and her thumb, makes sure you actually look, and types;

“i’m fucking your sister, brb”

your breath hitches, and she chuckles, deeply and mockingly, like shes making fun of you.

“should i press send?” she teases.

“no…” you stutter, and yet again, attempt to wear the purest, most angelic and divine expression on your face. “oh… no?” she mocks, plunging a finger inside of you deep, cooing at how you gasp silently, imitating your gasp right back to you.

“nonono” you blabber incoherently, and she’s not even moving her finger, just letting you warm it inside.

“s’too bad…”

and with that, she presses “send.”

a moment passes.

“not funny dude”

oh, he didn’t buy it.

[elsvenus]

𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐁𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✷ small character study on my take of brother’s best friend ellie williams, half loser, half cocky, wholly a stoner and sorta in love with you ✷ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

she lingers now, you notice effortlessly. every time your eyes fail their decades-long training—setting boundaries, gaze averting, mind wandering—there she is. a sliver of circle shaped sun-drenched forest green, shrinking with each glance from pupils dilated, an ever-expanding benevolent black hole of quiet mystery that beckons you for a swim inside.

ellie williams sits with one hand on your brother’s video game console, the other curled into a fist, tight, as if holding something delicate, as if keeping something from spilling. your name, maybe. or worse—your wanting. if she opened her palm, would it be there, trembling in the lines of her skin, the shape of your yearning pressed deep into her flesh? you wonder if she feels it the way you do, the way it hums low beneath your ribs, restless, aching. but she does not look at you. not directly. she’s just seemingly in eternal waiting for your eyes to find her shape, in order for her to capture yours hostage. caught you, the spring of evergreen irises would say.

she rolls you flowers and tea herbs when they have weed, so you only feel half-excluded, but somehow wholly special. as if you belong, but in a way that is softer, carved out just for you. she laughs when you choke on the smoke—an almost giggle, something bright and fleeting, something she might have swallowed if she’d thought twice. but she doesn’t. she lets you hear it. lets it bloom between you, light and golden, the kind of sound that lingers in the air long after it’s gone.

and when your brother isn’t looking—when he’s too deep in the kind of high that turns people into statues, his eyes fixed on something distant, unreadable—she presses her knuckles against your back, slow, deliberate. a touch meant to ground, to soothe, but all it does is send you drifting. the warmth of her lingers longer than it should, more than it has to, drowning out the edges of your thoughts until there is nothing left but the feeling of her there. you get drugged out too, those days. on her.

your brother’s back in his room now, drinking gallons of water like he’s convinced he’ll dry out without it, half-believing he’s a fish from a bad batch he thankfully didn’t share. ellie laughs, loud and sudden, the kind of laughter that takes up space, that fills the whole room. it’s bolder than before, more her than what she she does with only you, raw and raspy, something unpolished, something that might cut if you got too close. and you are too close, aren’t you? because you’re looking again.

she’s half-smiling, and in the moonlight, it catches like a smirk, sharp in the right places, softened by the dark. she tilts her head, eyes gleaming. caught you.

“you wanna try something real this time?” she asks, the blunt extended between you.

you only ever knew how to nod towards her.

she watches as you take it, settling back on her palms like she’s waiting for a show. something in the way she grins makes your hands unsteady, but you bring it to your lips anyway. inhale. hold. the burn is immediate, a slow creep of warmth unfurling from your chest outward. ellie huffs out a laugh through her nose. “oh, you’re about to cough so hard, dude.”

you shake your head, stubborn, the smoke curling behind your teeth. she raises her brows, waiting. and then it hits. it claws up your throat, rips out of you in a fit of coughing so violent your eyes water. ellie all but folds in half, laughing. “holy shit, i called it,” she wheezes, knocking her fist against your shoulder. “should’ve put money on that.”

you try to glare at her, but it’s hard to do when you’re still catching your breath. “shut up.”

“nah, this is great,” she says, still laughing, voice all scratchy delight. “your face right now—jesus.” she mimics your expression, eyes wide, mouth parted in dramatic horror, and you groan, shoving at her arm. she lets you. doesn’t move away. you don’t know if it’s the weed or the way the air between you has always felt charged, but when you look at her again, she’s already looking back. head tilted. amused. eyes heavy-lidded in the dark.

“not bad, huh?” she murmurs.

the weed or her? you don’t ask. just shake your head. just take another hit, a safer smaller one this time, like you should take everything ellie gives you in homeopathic doses. from the pressure of her watching you take another hit, you do it better—slow, steady, the way she does. her smirk twitches like she wants to make another joke, but it dissolves against her tongue like sugar. instead ellie just watches, just leans in, just tilts her head like she’s examining something she hasn’t quite figured out yet and it burns stronger than your throat.

“look at you,” she says, soft, teasing. “all grown up.”

you exhale slow, the smoke slipping from your lips in a lazy curl, and it’s impossible to ignore the way her gaze catches on your mouth.

“shut up,” it seems to be all you know how to say when you’re with her, but it doesn’t land the way it should, ever. though especially not when her face is this close, when the warmth of her laughter still hangs in the air between you, something heady, something thick. honeysuckle.

ellie hums, tilting her chin, considering. “nah, i don’t think i will.” and then she’s reaching out. fingers grazing your wrist, tracing up, up, until they hook gentle around the blunt between your fingers. she doesn’t take it right away. just lets her touch linger, a question she doesn’t ask out loud.

you swallow. “you gonna take it or just hold my hand?”

her smirk sharpens, but there’s a flicker of something else beneath it. something that makes your breath hitch.

“dunno,” she murmurs. “you want me to hold your hand?”

you scoff, roll your eyes, but your pulse betrays you, hammering loud in your ears. she’s still close. too close. her fingers brush yours as she finally takes the blunt, as she brings it to her lips, and you should look away, you really should, but you don’t. can’t. she exhales, slow, and the smoke drifts between you, warm and hazy.

“open your mouth,” she says, quiet.

your stomach flips. “what?”

she huffs a laugh, amused, but there’s something different in her eyes now, something intent. “just—trust me.”

you do. you always have.

so you part your lips, and ellie leans in, even closer, until you can see the tiny scar on her eyebrow, the way her pupils are blown wide. she tilts her head just so and exhales, slow and warm, right into your waiting mouth. your eyes flutter shut. her hand—god, when did she touch your face?—is warm against your jaw, fingers pressing just lightly enough to keep you still, to keep you here, breathing her in.

the smoke fades, but she doesn’t pull away. neither do you. there’s no space left between you now, just the heat of her palm, the ghost of her breath against your lips. your pulse stutters, waiting, waiting. and then she moves, just barely, just enough and her lips are on yours.

her lips are chapped against the soft press of yours, rough in a way that makes you shiver. her tongue is wet against your own lips, slipping past them like a question she already knows the answer to. her hands are on your cheekbones, fingertips digging in, dragging at your skin like she’s trying to make sure you’re real—like she’s kneading you into something pliant, something hers. like you’re bread dough under her touch, like she’s shaping you to fit into her.

and oh, you do. you do, you do, you do.

you don’t know who moves first after that, only that suddenly it’s all heat, all urgency, her hands slipping to your jaw, your neck, the collar of your shirt like she doesn’t know where to hold you best, like she wants all of you at once. you tilt into her, part your lips wider, let her take what she wants because god, you want it too. want her breath in your mouth, her hands on your skin, the taste of her in your lungs. she exhales into you, a quiet, shaky thing, and you swear you feel it everywhere. in your chest, in your fingertips, in the space between your ribs where something tight and aching has been sitting for too long. her nose nudges yours when she finally pulls back, just enough to look at you, her pupils blown wide, lips pinker than before, shining in the dim light. her breath fans warm over your skin.

and then she grins. lazy, dazed. cocky.

“yeah,” she murmurs, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “definitely better than weed.”

[megalomaniacz]

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚ bbf dealer!ellie

a/n: there’s three different versions of this and i fought with myself about posting one so here you go! credit to @seattlesellie who i believe brought bbf!ellie to tumblr!

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‧₊˚ ⋅ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑ Vacationing before the stress of your college classes fully consumed you sounded good at first. Then your older brother decided he wanted to come, and bring his best friend. Ellie Williams, who according to you, is the most annoying person on Earth. She never failed to eat up all your snacks, purposely hide around the house with your brother to jumpscare you, and steal your things to make you chase her around the house to get them back.

This has gone on for what feels like forever. Since the very day they’d met 10 years ago, and they’ve been a menacing duo ever since. And to top it off, she was his supplier. That meant she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. That also meant that while you were enjoying the shade and splayed out on the chaise, she was purposely canon balling in order to splash you. You pull your sunglasses off to shoot her a glare. “Ellie, don’t make me drown you.”

“Threats like that’ll get the cops called on you.” She retorts, arms crossed on the edge of the pool. Her swim trunks puffed in the water as her eyes gleam in the sun. The water was dripping down her freckled face and you���d never admit it but she looked so fucking pretty.

“Where’s my brother?” You change the subject, eyes wandering around the pool. It seemed to just be you and an elderly couple. One playing sudoku while the other flips through a newspaper. Ellie pushes herself up out of the pool, bikini top displaying a playful array of space themed patterns. Something she’d paired with plain black swim trunks. She sits on the chaise next to you, arms on her knees. “He went to go smoke.”

“Are you guys going to be high the entire week?” You ask. “You both ate all of my snacks yesterday when you got the munchies.” Ellie is rarely ever sweet to you, especially not when your brother around, so this is the rare occasion she says something that doesn’t make you want to roll your eyes to the far side of your head.

“Yeah, sorry about that. We’ll buy you some more…” You look at her, raising an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes. “What? I can’t be nice?”

“You can, it’s just that you rarely ever choose to be. Not to me atleast.” You turn your head when you hear your phone chime with a notification and don’t notice her face fall.

It’s your brother informing you, and telling you to inform Ellie, that he will not be returning because he’d met up with some friends he hadn’t seen in a while. You shoot Ellie an apologetic look, but she reassures you that she’s his best friend and none of the people he’s met up with can compare. It makes you laugh as you begin packing up your things and walking back to the vacation house.

You’d thought that Ellie would stay but she goes with you. The short walk is silent. You pretend not to see her eyes wander, and she pretends not to see yours do the same. Your hands brushing up against each other but never intertwining.

You both can’t contain it anymore when you reach the house. She nearly pushes you down trying to get you inside, before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. You grab at her hips wanting her closer, and it causes her to moan into your mouth. Her knee pushing between your legs and brushing up against your cunt.

“We’re gonna have to tell him eventually.” You breathe after breaking away from the kiss. She looks at you, soft green eyes piercing into yours. Triangling your face in a dazed and hungry stare. “I know. Fuck—” You cut her off with another kiss and almost go weak with the way her hands trail down your body. Fingers pulling at the fabric of your swimsuit. They rub at your clothed cunt while her mouth finds it way to your neck, trailing kisses and leaving rough hickies. She felt depraved, but she’d grown to need you. To need to hear you cry out her name.

The moment is sweet. Your heavy breathing and her soft whispers of “You like that?” and “Want me to touch you here? Use your words baby.” You can feel yourself growing close, legs barely keeping you upright when the sound of a key in the door stops you both in your tracks. It’s too late to run and hide, you hear a murmur of voices as it pushes you both. One of them distinctly being your brother’s.

[desertteagles]

╰───► like it’s our last - e. williams

drabble.

Pairing - bbf!ellie x fem! reader

Synopsis- your brothers back from college and he brings his best friend since childhood back with him. you’ve realized you have a crush on her and sworn you wouldn’t act on it, fearing your brothers disapproval. ellie also has been harboring feelings for you but promised to not make a move per your brothers request.. especially since ellie’s kind of a player.

warnings- no smut this time </3 but little angst ig…, uhhhh idk i think that’s it.. was gonna make this a oneshot (that’s why the punctuation is sorta kinda good) but i decided NAWT to so here !

a/n well um… hi guys ! i’ve been gone for a year my bad chat 😞

U nfortunately, today was the fucking day. Now, usually, you’re happy whenever your brother decides to visit home, but this time he’s bringing an unwanted (very wanted) guest that you’ve been kind of avoiding, in order to not run your big ass mouth.

Ellie was annoying as fuck. That didn’t stop you from developing a crush on her, though, and you hated yourself for it. It was just... she’s so pretty with her stupid green eyes and veiny hands, and her pretty hair that’s always in that fuckass bun, and her... “Wait, what the fuck. Stop thinking about her, oh my god,” you groaned, putting your face in your hands. Unsurprisingly, you could never seem to keep her from getting stuck in your mind. It was a never-ending cycle of “I don’t even like her; she just has a nice face,” to “Why the fuck am I lying? I want her so bad,” battling it out in your head ever since you realized there might be something more than just annoyance toward her because she was your brother's best friend. Which also opens a whole new can of worms that you really don’t have the mental capacity to deal with.

You see, your brother is very, very, very overprotective. It was so bad that you couldn’t even bring up liking celebrities around him, which was absurd, so you had to tell him to back off (he never really did). Ellie, being the player that she is, definitely tried to get your brother's blessing to pursue you back in high school, but he naturally shot her down with a vicious and explicitly detailed description of how he’d kill her and hide the body if she ever tried anything with you, which effectively scared her from even looking at you for a while. Obviously, that didn’t last long because she became this annoying nuisance of a human being, and it ground your gears until she finally left for college with your brother, giving you a much-needed break.

the break didn’t last long because for some odd reason you thought it was the greatest fucking idea to stalk her social media. Granted, you did it out of hate (it wasn’t hate) so it’s really not your fault that seeing her posts made you start looking at her in a different light. But now she was back. And this time, you have this added knowledge that she’s hot as fuck and you don’t really think you will be able to function around her.

You paced around your room, hands in your hair, agonizing over what the fuck to wear ever since you learned Ellie was visiting with your brother today. It was like some kind of cosmic joke — the universe giving you just enough time to forget how much you liked her before slamming her right back into your life.

You could hear the muffled sound of your brother’s laugh from downstairs. Your stomach twisted, nerves kicking in. You peeked out of your bedroom window and, sure enough, there was Ellie, leaning against the car, hands shoved in her pockets, that fuckass bun sitting low on her head. She was talking to your brother, but you barely registered him — all you could focus on was her smirk, the way her eyes squinted when she laughed, how the light from the sun caught on her freckles. Now that made you make a face, “ew why the fuck am i thinking like a poet.”

“Gotdammit,” you muttered to yourself. “Get it the fuck together.”

Your heart was racing, but you couldn't tell if it was from excitement or dread. Maybe both…. definitely both.

A sharp knock on your door yanked you out of your thoughts, and before you could even answer, your brother barged in. “Hey, Ellie’s here,” he said, grinning like an idiot. “Come down and say hi, don’t be weird.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m not the weird one, you are. and plus i have to finish getting ready! i’ll be down in a second, get out!”

He rolled his eyes. “Just be normal for like five minutes, when you come down okay? I know you guys have this weird rivalry or whatever the fuck but its been like a year so please.”

“fine, but if she starts her shit don’t say anything.” you mumbled, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. “fuck me.” you sighed and turned to finish getting ready.

—

As soon as you hit the bottom step, Ellie’s eyes locked on yours. That familiar spark of mischief shined in her gaze. She tilted her head slightly, grinning in that infuriatingly, cocky way that always made your knees a littttle weak.

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft but teasing, as if she already knew the effect she had on you. Which she couldn’t know… right? Right.

You swallowed hard, trying to act unfazed. “Ellie.”

Her grin widened, and for a split second, you could’ve sworn she looked you up and down. Almost like she was checking you out. weird. “Long time no see,” she said, stepping forward and pulling you into a quick, unexpected hug.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment, and when she let go, you were left standing there, blinking like an idiot, your skin buzzing from where her hands had briefly touched your back.

“It’s barely been a year. but yeah, long time,” you managed, trying desperately to sound casual but instead sounding like a dying cat.

—

The next couple of hours were spent catching up and you watching ellie and your brother play Call of duty.. or was it fortnite? you can’t really remember. all you can seem to focus on is how ellie’s hands look around the controller and how good they’d look around your ne- “hey. are you.. okay?” you jumped a little at being pulled from your thoughts by ellie and slowly realized how long you were staring at her hands. “oh um yea.. totally,” you chuckled nervously and turned your attention back to the TV trying to ignore Ellie's burning gaze on the side of your face. Like usual, your brother was oblivious to anything but that damn game, trash talking like crazy, while you kept sneaking looks at Ellie after that embarrassing ass moment. She didn’t seem to mind though; in fact, she seemed to enjoy catching you staring. Every time you glanced her way, she was already looking, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

At one point, you found yourself in the kitchen, you were hungry as fuck and being a third wheel didn’t exactly curb your hunger. Unfortunately, Ellie walked in not too long after you, her presence immediately making the room feel smaller.

“So,” she said, dragging the o and leaning against the counter with that same smirk. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You froze, almost crushing a chip that was making its way into your mouth in your hand. “What!? No, I haven’t. You're actually delusional, I don't know.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Rightttt. I'm totally delusional.”

You turned to look at her, grabbing another chip out of the bag to eat before pausing and saying, “Okay, maybe I have. But it’s not purposefully !”

Ellie took a step closer, and you had to force yourself to keep breathing. “Oh really?”

“Yes really! I have literally no reason to avoid you. Don’t be dumb. i’ve just been busy with getting my esthetician license.. ” You bit your lip, trying and failing to seem calm. God, this was the exact situation you were trying to avoid. You wanted to tell her off, make her stop questioning you, but honestly… you kinda missed her (you’d never admit this out loud) and it was nice talking to her. Not to mention looking at her lips while she talked was one of your favorite pastimes.

Ellie took another step forward, so close now that you could smell her — that familiar mix of leather and something earthy. It was distracting as hell, and you loved hated it. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding in your chest.

“Busy with your esthetician license, huh?” Ellie’s voice was low, almost mocking, as if she knew how much of a lie that sounded like, even if it was mostly true. “that’s hilarious because you seemed to have plenty of time to stare at my hands earlier.”

Your face burned instantly. “I wasn’t staring,” you blurted, probably a little too fast.

Ellie’s smirk widened, her eyes flicking down to your hands fidgeting with the chip bag. “Sure you weren’t.” She was enjoying this way too much, but instead of leaving you to drown in embarrassment, she stepped even closer, her gaze suddenly more intense, less mocking. “You know, I don’t typically care if you stare.”

Your brain completely short-circuited. Was she for real? You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you decided it’s now or never and maybe it’s time to give her a taste of her own medicine.

You leaned in, your eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, the playful tension between you both shifted into something else — something heavier. “is that right?” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur as you tucked a loose strand behind her ear with a smirk.

Ellie’s breath hitched and you saw a blush spread across her face like crazy. She was not expecting you to reciprocate her teasing. In fact, she thought you would get too flustered to even think. You giggled at her stunned face, body still alight with nerves and your mind screaming did i really just do that??? The room felt impossibly small, and you couldn’t focus on anything but how close she was. You could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way her gaze flickered down to your lips for just a second before snapping back to your eyes.

“I—” you started, but before you could even finish, your brother’s voice cut through the tension like a knife, causing you to jump back from Ellie in surprise.

“Ellie, you better be keeping your hands to yourself…” he called from the living room, his tone half-joking but you could tell he wasn’t.

Ellie groaned in annoyance at the interruption. She raised her hand as if to hold yours but faltered at your confused expression, and dropped it with a sigh “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, her voice quieter now, as she turned toward the living room. “Jesus Christ.”

[ellabsweet]

[*ੈ✩] 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 • 𝐄.𝐖

synopsis: ellie williams was a firm follower of the bro code, having loyalty as her all time specialty despite being constantly tempted by the devil, or how others called her: her best friend’s sister.

pairing: bbf!ellie williams x reader

warning: sexual content and jealousy, a little bit of short ellie erasure for the sake of one scene but i am pretty sure that’s all there is to it! i love bbf!ellie i wish my brother had a best friend like her unfortunately life isn’t fair-

She’s enthralled by the videogame, tongue peaking out the side of her lips and eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration, the only things to break her out of trance being your brother’s eventual shit talking and elbow hitting that only made a smirk plaster her face, knowing to be winning, fingers steady on the controls.

“What the fuck” Your brother suddenly exclaims, and though ready to brag on about her streak something in his tone indicates it is not the game he was gagged about. Ellie follows his gaze straight onto a half naked blonde attempting to clothe herself by the kitchen on her way out. She recognized her, as lesbians did, Abby Anderson was on the hockey team of their community college and she wondered how in the world she were to know this house. It took you walking up behind her in somehow even littler clothes for it to dawn on her with a teeth clench.

“Abs, you forgot this” You point out handing her a sweatshirt which the girl accepted in flushed cheeks Ellie had never seen before from someone so infamous for sleeping around.

You weren’t a thing, Ellie knew that, fuck, she was the one who made sure of it, turning down your advances at every opportunity, but there was always something in the back of her mind that assumed you were waiting for her, a stupid thought, now that she thought it over. Her brain went red at the mental images her imagination refused to let go of, your moaning and desperation under somebody else’s touch, your taste in fuckgirl’s Abby Anderson’s tongue. If she were to clutch the videogame controller an ounce harder the metal would crush under her grasp. When you pecked her lips she was done for, distracted, on her way to losing for the next couple of hours while her best friend cursed on and on about how Abigail had been there basically every day that week.

She can practically hear you moaning Abby’s name in her head and it drives her insane. Ever since the first day your brother welcomed Ellie into his home and she set her sights on you it was as though all the breath had been sucked out of her lungs in one quick glance. The most beautiful girl she had ever seen, she concluded after seeing you smile. The most amazing girl she had ever met, she confirmed from all your late night conversations that became a habit from your shared insomnia and your brother’s heavy sleeping, there had been a time she’d ask to sleep over only anticipating your gossip and laughter, perfecting the cheesy dad jokes that were your favorite, attempting to convince herself it would be enough to be the girl that entertained you even if her chest ached in yearning for your lips pressed against hers. You had been distant the last couple of weeks, she felt it, but didn’t know why and you stalled every time when asked. Now she knew. And she hated it way more than anticipated. Like a rock heaving against her chest making it hard to breathe.

It was nighttime now and she shifted uncomfortably on the mattress by the floor, tossing and turning and holding in laughter from her best friend’s loud snores fast asleep in deep slumber. She played with the thought of going to your room as she usually would, but hesitated. It was still playing by her memories, your body in nothing but underwear when you had followed Abby out, every corner and crevasse of your skin looking so soft it made her ache. Her hands twitched as though wanting to reach out to you and only found her clothed pussy. She shook off the idea and stood up. Water, she thought, I’m only gonna go drink some water. But of course you were there too. Oversized t-shirt hiking up your body as you reached towards a tall shelf for a cup. Ellie reached in behind you and helped, settling the glass in your hands.

“Hi, Els” You said softly, shaking yourself loose of her overbearing stance behind you so you could walk towards the fridge for some chocolate milk, pouring it on.

“So, you and Abby. Are you like, a thing now?”

“Don’t start, Ellie. For someone who doesn’t fucking want me you sure are acting like a jealous girlfriend right now”

“For someone who doesn’t want you?” She scoffs in disbelief “Are you fucking stupid or something? Do you seriously not realize? I can’t fucking breathe when I’m around you, no actually screw that, it’s like I can’t fucking breathe when I’m not around you, like every time I make you laugh I’ve been drowning and can finally come up for air thanks to your stupid fucking smile and your stupid fucking sparkling eyes in your stupid fucking gorgeous face and then you parade around the house with stupid fucking Abigail Anderson and there’s a fucking bruise on your neck that I know she left there and I just want to sink my teeth in like a goddamn vampire and make one bigger to hide her claim on you and make it mine and-“

You crashed your lips against hers before she could continue. Her hands moving up to grab your hair, thumb caressing your cheeks and holding your face into place as though any gust of wind would make you fly away and loose her grip, she’s so mesmerized by you and your tongue inside her she moans into your mouth with barely any tension for it. It lasts a few more seconds before she pushes you away against all instincts.

“Stop, stop stop. I can’t. I can’t do this to your brother.”

“Fuck him”

“Baby…”

“Fuck me” You say and that’s enough to cloud all her judgment again. Ellie pushes you up against the kitchen cabinets and kisses you hungrier this time, hands coming up to stroke your exposed thighs before she latches onto them to push you up onto the counter, open mouthed kisses trailing down your neck until it reaches and Abby’s previous hickey and she bites down, a moan echoing from you and stopped by her hand over your mouth as she sucks down the sensitive skin and marks it darker.

“You’re going to be the death of me, fuck” She mumbles against your body, eyes darkening at the sight of the ever growing wet patch in the center of your underwear, she wastes no time to stroke it, harder and faster until she feels the liquid coating her fingers even against the fabric and sets your panties aside, looking up at you for reassurance you give with an enthusiastic nod before she dives her fingers in, moaning herself as she does so, feeling you clench around her hand “Fuck, you’re so pretty, I knew you’d feel so good, so fucking good around my fingers”

“Ellie, please” You beg with your head thrown backwards, eyes pressing shut from the pleasure she gave off circling your clit with her fingers in a way that ached your core “Please I want your mouth, I need it, I’m so fucking close-“

“What the fuck is going on here?” Ellie jumps away from you. She’s suddenly conscious and so are you, at the sight of your brother covering his eyes in disgust by the door.

[savannahsdeath]

okay but do you think we can get a brothers best friend ellie? like a forbidden relationship between ellie and reader but they sneak around when the brother is sleeping/ not home??

i love bbf!ellie with my whole heart 🤭

BBF!ELLIE X READER

mdni please<3

summary: bbf!ellie decides to tell your brother the truth (goes unexpected(?))

warnings: 18+!! smut, sneaking, weed

writers note: this is pretty short n all so sorry😓😓

You were sitting on your bed, pointlessly staring at the phone screen, when you heard knocking at your window. You stood up and ran over to it, just to see Ellie leaning against the windowsill.

"What are you doing here?" You scolded her in a shushed tone.

She seemed unbothered by your anger. "Is he home?" She asked after easily going into your room and closing the entrance after her.

She was obviously asking about your brother who you had to keep her visits in secret from. You and him have the typical sibling relationship, he won't let you fuck her friend. That didn't stop any of you, though Ellie was way more reckless.

"Hell yes he is!" You frustratedly threw your hands in the air.

"Well, this is going to be interesting." Ellie said with a giggle. She didn't seem worried about getting in trouble at all. "I know he's home, but I'm here for you. He'll just have to wait."

She walked over to you and put her arms around you in a hug. You could feel her lips on your cheek, and your heart was racing. "I missed you." She whispered in your ear.

"Don't you think this might get my brother a little upset?" You whispered back. "What if he sees us?"

Ellie smiled and shook her head. "He's upstairs busy with playing anyway. He won't see us, trust me. What's the harm in having a little fun?" She kissed your neck softly. "Besides, we both know you want to as well."

"You're really going to make me choose between you and my brother, huh?" You said with a chuckle.

It was true, you did want Ellie. You had been secretly crushing on her for a while now. But your brother did mean a lot to you, and you didn't want to betray him.

Ellie sensed your hesitation, but decided to go for it anyway. She pushed against you, pinning you to the wall and kissing you passionately. It took you by surprise, but you were too weak to resist.

"I don't care about him." She whispered into your ear. "I only want you. Don't think about him right now, let me show you what I can do to you."

Ellie's kisses turned more demanding, and her hands got greedier.

"He's my brother." You said, trying to push her away but Ellie held you in place with one hand and started to undress you with the other. It was clear that she meant business and she wasn't going to take no as an answer.

"I don't want him, I only want you," she whispered again, this time with more passion and desire in her voice. "and I've wanted you since we first met."

You felt yourself lose your resistance. Your body was weak, and your mind was flooded with lust. Ellie had wanted this for so long, and you had to admit that you enjoyed it as well.

She moved her other hand to your hips, removing the final piece of clothing between the two of you. Then she gently pushed you down onto the bed. You knew then that there was no escape, that this was just the beginning. She was going to have her way with you, and your body was going to enjoy every minute of it.

As soon as you hit the bed, Ellie got on top of you and pinned you down on your back. Her knees were on either side of your hips, holding you in place, while her hands were free to do whatever she wanted.

She traced the outline of your chest and neck, drawing out teasing lines down your body. She took her time, making sure to get under your skin, before finally taking you in with a final caress.

You felt your entire body shudder in pleasure as Ellie finally touched your core. Your muscles grew tight, and your breathe grew short. You could feel the excitement building up inside you, waiting to be released.

Ellie seemed to enjoy taking her time with you. She teased you with light touches and soft kisses on your clit, slowly building up the anticipation. You were getting impatient, but at the same time you didn't want this moment to end.

You couldn't hold back anymore, your body was shaking with desire. You reached up to grab Ellie's head and pull her closer towards you. She was still teasing you, just lightly touching your skin, moving away when you tried to catch her.

You were getting frustrated, you wanted more... "Please," you breathed, "I can't do this anymore."

Ellie chuckled and kissed your forehead. "Of course you can." She said, slowly moving her mouth back down.

You let out a soft moan, not loud enough to be heard upstairs. Ellie had given in to your lust, and she seemed more than willing to satisfy it. Her face was pressed against you, and you could feel the texture of her tongue rubbing against you.

You tried to keep yourself under control, but your body was on edge. Your muscles were tight, and you were ready to explode with excitement. You reached up to Ellie's neck, trying to pull her down to you for more.

"Please." You begged, your voice dripping with desperate need. "I need you."

She was holding your legs but not as roughly as usual, since she knew you have to be extra quiet.

Your body was shaking with each touch. Your muscles were straining in anticipation. Ellie knew where to touch you, and how to touch you, to drive you crazy.

You were powerless under her touch, and you let her do whatever she wanted. Your body was reacting to everything she did, and you couldn't control it.

Suddenly her phone buzzed. She gave it to you, motioning to read it. It was a message from your brother; simple 'whatcha doing?'.

"Tell him the truth." She ordered, not wanting to stop what she's doing herself.

You frowned, not really understanding what she means, so she sighed onto your soaking cunt and took the mobile from you. She pulled back a little to be able to text and quickly typed; 'fucking your little sister' before passing the phone to you.

You gasped as you saw her reply, waiting for his answer.

"lmaoo like youve got any chances with her. shes not a gay slut"

Even in your breathless state, you couldn't hold back a chuckle. He managed to underestimate both of you in one text.

Ellie grabbed hers phone back and sent a message to your brother; "Wanna bet?"

All of your previous worrying faded. The thought of risky-teasing started to look tempting, making the situation more fun.

He quickly responded; "whatever, you two are weird. its a shame youre a junkie, maybe youd be a good couple otherwise"

Your laughter got cut off and replaced by a gasp as Ellie suddenly went back to her task. Your head dropped back on the pillow, leaning back as you held onto the sheets.

You and Ellie leaned against the opened window, fully clothed, after she ate you out to the point it's still hard for you to just stand up on your weak knees. She smoked a blunt she rolled before the visit, knowing she'll need it to cool herself down.

She passed it to you, staring intensely as you exhaled. She was always cautious about you smoking, even though it was her checked stuff and you knew how it works.

"We don't want you to do anything stupid." She mumbled, taking the joint back.

You rolled your eyes. "Hey, if anything, you're the stupid one! Sneaking in to hide from my brother, just to tell him about everything the same day."

She looked at you and slightly frowned, but eventually she started laughing. "I don't think you know what I meant. Plus, he didn't believe me, just like I thought. I know what I'm doing." She wrapped her free hand around your waist, pulling you closer to make sure you're not mad after her remark.

Just then, the window above yours opened, revealing your sibling looking down at you.

His eyes widened, his tone judging but it was obvious he's just messing with you. "Oh god, seriously?! That's just gross!"

"Oh, shut up! Not my fault she's got the better genes." Ellie shrugged, pulling you even closer. "Are you mad or just jealous?"

"Honestly, I couldn't care less." Great, so she was sneaking to your room for a few weeks, maybe even months, completely pointlessly. "Are you guys done? If so, bring your ass over there, Els!"

She laughed and kissed your forehead. "Alright, I'll go and cheer him up."

"You mean 'drug him up'?" You smirked, knowing they'll end up both high off their fucking minds.

"Yeah, probably." She turned to open the door, but stopped at the last moment and turned back to you. "You know, you're the better one of your parents' kids."

[xluvablz]

❀: "a bantering game"

pairing: bbf!ellie williams x reader.

summary: you and your brothers best friend are constantly arguing, so you finally shut her up (she shuts you up).

warnings: there is no smut but it is insinuated. ellie's lowkey an a-hole. swearing :p.

word count: 1.9k

Every weekend she would come over. You couldn't stand her sometimes, her comebacks were always better.

Her and your brother always played video games in the living room, the place where you spent a lot of time.

"Kill it! Kill-- what the.." Ellie spans as you turn off the Wi-Fi. "Ah, look who came out. What, jealous?" She says as she smirks. The big headphones still on.

You wondered where your brother had gotten off too.

"Of what? Your loud screaming? It's piercing." You roll your eyes, annoyance evident on your face.

"Nah, of my skills. I can tell you're jealous." She teases and chuckles as she takes her headphones off.

"Or am I wrong?" She looks at you and smirks again, a cocky expression on her face.

"You don't have any skills Williams, only an aggravating tone and a dumb best friend."

She chuckles. "You're just jealous that I'm better than you in every way." She says cockily and smirks at you, as if daring you to argue.

With a deep sigh you cross your arms and nonchalantly lean back against the wall. "Whatever helps you sleep, I suppose."

Ellie's smirk widens, enjoying the fact that she was annoying you. "Aww, look at you, trying to act indifferent. We both know you're seething inside. You're just too afraid to admit it."

And you are seething, she’s a cocky asshole, but you won't let her get to you. "You must be thinking about me a lot, huh?" you smirk. "Always picking arguments, snapping back."

Ellie chuckles at your reply, amused by your attempt to rile her up. "Oh, princess, if you only knew how often I think about you. It's like a hobby of mine, trying to get you all worked up..."

“Princess”. the pet name surprises you, she talks a lot of shit, but she has never called you by anything so forward. Your face heats up a little, to your utter dismay. "Well- point proven then." Your demeanour is slipping, and it's apparent, but your attitude stays.

Ellie's smirk widens as she sees a hint of redness on your face, noticing how the pet name had surprised you. "Ah, struck a nerve?"

She takes a step closer, her cocky tone unwavering. "And baby, I've barely even started. You haven't seen anything yet."

You straighten your position against the wall, trying miserably to look confident. "I'm sure I haven't, why don't you show me if you're so sure?" You smirk at your own words.

Ellie chuckles and moves even closer to you, closing the gap between you two. She leans in, her smirk turning into a smirk-smile. "Oh doll, you're playing a dangerous game here."

She reaches out and lightly places a finger on your chin, tilting your chin up to make you look at her. Her emerald eyes staring into yours.

"You might just get more than you bargained for.. if you're ready for it, of course."

"I can take anything you throw at me, Williams," you quip back.

Ellie chuckles, her smirk growing even wider. "Such confidence." She says as she leans in even closer, her face mere inches away from yours.

"You know, there's a thin line between confidence and cockiness, and you're walking it." Her eyes bore into yours, and a hint of mischief is evident in her gaze. "But I admire your courage, princess, I do. It's almost endearing."

Your eyes widen at her words, your voice caught in your throat. Ellie smiles mischievously. her hand slips from under your chin as she leans back, turning to leave the room. Ellie saunters out of the room, leaving you slightly flustered and speechless. She can’t help but smile to herself as she walks away, pleased with the effect she has on you.

The image of your wide eyes and flushed cheeks stuck in her mind.

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It was the weekend again, meaning Ellie would come over and bother you. Jordan had already let her in, and judging by the sound of her voice from the kitchen, she was making herself at home. You grumpily strut through the doorway, wanting a glass of milk, knowing you'll leave with a bitching from ellie.

Ellie smirks as she sees you enter the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen island. "Well, look who decided to show themselves. Princess graces us with her presence." you roll your eyes at the jab, b-lining for the fridge.

Ellie chuckles as you ignore her, opening the fridge and grabbing the milk. She leans against the island and watches you pour yourself a glass.

"Aw, you're not even gonna say hi? I'm hurt, baby." She says sarcastically, feigning a hurt expression.

“Stop hitting on my sister bro.” Your brother sneers at her, causing a slight chuckle from you.

Ellie side eyes you before rolling her eyes at Jordan's comment. "Oh, come on, it's all in good fun. Besides, your sister loves the attention,"  she replies with a smirk, giving you a quick glance.

"Whatever, man." he replies, turning his back to you both, heading back upstairs to his room. Your heart drops as you hear his footsteps retreating, knowing you were once again alone with ellie. Ellie chuckles in amusement as your brother leaves the kitchen, seeing the look on your face and being unable to help but tease you.

"Looks like it's just us now," she says, her eyes darkening as she steps closer to you.

"Not for long", you think. Glass in your hands, you turn on your heel. "I'm gonna head back to my room, so."

She laughs at your attempt to leave. "Running away already? I thought you could take anything I threw at you."

Ellie moves quickly, placing herself between you and the doorway, effectively blocking your escape. "Leaving so soon? And here I was, expecting some entertainment."

Your grip on the glass tightens. "Move, Williams," your teeth clench. "Now."

Ellie's loves seeing how much she gets under your skin. She stands her ground, and instead of moving, she takes another step closer to you, closing the gap between you.

"Oh, look at you, getting all feisty. You'll have to make me move if you want to leave so badly."

She easily plucks the glass from your hand and places it on the counter, effectively trapping you against it.

She moves even closer, pressing her body against yours. Her emerald eyes staring into yours, her gaze intense and unwavering. "Not so full of your self now, huh?" She teases, her voice low and sultry.

Your eyes narrow, lips parted. "You’re so fucking annoying, you now that?" you mumble, and you're sure she does, but you don't know if she can see through the facade. Ellie chuckles at your words. She knows that deep down, beneath the feigned annoyance, there is something else, something you refuse to acknowledge.

"You can try to act tough all you like, but we both know how you really feel." She states, her smirk growing wider. "Don't think I can't see right through you." Your face flushes with heat, and you turn your head to the side, avoiding her gaze.

Ellie hums at your reaction, seeing the blush on your face. Your attempt to look away doesn’t go unnoticed by her. She reaches out and gently places a finger on your chin, turning your head back to face her.

"Look at you, getting all flustered. You can't even look me in the eye, can you? It's adorable."

Her warm hands hold your head in place. You sigh defeatedly. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" you whisper, your breath gently brushing her lips. Ellie senses your surrender.

"Baby, where would be the fun in that? I enjoy our little exchanges too much. Plus, you secretly enjoy our banter as much as I do." She replies, her gaze fixed on your lips. Your eyes pierce hers, unsure and hot. She knows she has you cornered, and your silence speaks volumes.

"You don't have to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. Your body betrays your words." She speaks, her voice low. Her eyes never leave yours, staring into them intently.

Ellie's gaze is unwavering, and within her eyes, you can see a mix of confidence, desire, and something else. Something you couldn't quite understand, but it sent goosebumps down your spine.

"Just admit it, you love this. The arguing, the little banter, the way I get under your skin. Admit it." Her body is still pressed against yours.

You lean closer, shifting your weight. Ellie notices your subtle movement. Her breath hitches slightly, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Getting brave now, are we?" She teases, her voice lowered yet filled with a huskiness that makes your heart skip a beat. Yet her remarks make your eyes roll. Ellie notices your eye roll, her smirk widening even more. She relishes in the fact that she can make you react so easily.

"You can try to deny it as much as you like. We both know the truth, you can't resist me."

Her voice is faint but certain. Truth is, you couldn't care less what she has to say. Your lips ghost hers before she pulls you in.

Her words fade into the background as your lips hover tantalisingly close to hers. Her eyes widen slightly, surprised by your sudden forwardness but quickly regains her composure. She closes the distance between you, pulling you closer.

Her lips met yours in a sharp kiss, filled with both passion and dominance. The kiss is intense, filled with a fire that consumes you both. Ellie's hands glide down to your waist, her fingers possessively gripping the flesh of your hips. She pulls you closer, eliminating any space between your bodies. A faint moan escapes your lips, giving Ellie the access she sought. Her tongue slips into your mouth, exploring every inch. Her hands continue to grip your waist, keeping you in place, as she deepens the kiss. You break apart, needily gasping for air. 

Her breathing is heavy and uneven. Her eyes, darkened with desire, remain fixed on yours, a hint of satisfaction in her gaze.

"You are so needy, baby," she murmurs, "getting all riled up over a kiss. I wonder what else I can do to make you come undone."

Your pupils dilate with desire, “wanna find out?” you question.

Ellie's smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You're playing a dangerous game," she flirts back, "but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued."Your hands hold Ellies tight, leading her up the stairs and into your room. The door closes behind you, and she wastes no time, pinning you against the wall once more.

"Been waiting to take you in this pretty pink room," she purrs, her voice dripping with desire. "And I intend to show you exactly what I can do."

Your brother might be waiting a while… ;)

I giggled writing this hehhhehehehe, also poor jordan all aloneee.

credits to @cafekitsune for boarders

[boricuasirena25]

“SHUT UP” ₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

bbf!ellie williams x fem!reader

cw : not proofread, modern au, secret relationship type beat, psychology references that make my brain hurt (trying to be a therapist yall!), cussing, loserish!ellie, pet names (baby & ma), heh ellie likes the gyat but i think she likes em boobies even more 😏, seeeexxxxuuuaaaalllllll

authors note : this idea was planted 💡 into my brain soo… let’s see it on paper, or… on electronic…! might be more parts just lmk if that’s what yall want. also, i need feedback to evolve as a writer.

thank heavens, it was finally summer. finally time for swimming at the beach, playing video games late at night, and pulling all nighters. it couldn’t get any better for you, finally having a break from exams.

no more professor harter all up in your face about ‘cognitive augmentation paradigms and exploring psychopharmacological synergy and ethical implications in neuroadaptive frameworks.’ psh, what the heck does that even mean?! all you could process was ‘kay mister einstein’ over and over in your mind during every lesson.

you for sure needed some time off, your head has been too bored in psychology books rather than romance novels, your computer has had too many tabs revolving around ‘the dsm-5 and diagnostic criteria’, for your thesis, rather than a computer screen of GTA 5. you can’t even believe you took your first two semesters at UW without dropping out.

you were just happy to finally be home, finally be in your bedroom with your silky smooth pink bedsheets… about to fall fast, fast asleep. eyes fluttering closed, mind drifting off to little scenarios and the day replaying in your head, your breathing steadies, your heartbeat balances and you swore you were about to fall into the best sleep ever until…

“BRO SHUT THE F*CK UP, THATS WHY I F*CKED YOUR MOM!”

you then heard an obnoxious and loud voice downstairs, you knew it was your brother and one of his stupid friends. as usual, he and whoever were screaming to death playing video games… you groaned into your pillow and rolled your eyes, huffing in annoyance.

have him and his little friend forgotten this is a shared space too?! you come home for the holidays and THIS is what your gift is?! not a peaceful sleep, but being granted with ‘i f*cked your mom’ downstairs… geez, how delightful. maybe your crappy dorm room back at the university is better than this…

you grumpily got out of your bed and stomped your bare, pedicured feet downstairs. you had on the tiniest, girliest pajamas. little pink velour shorts, with ‘juicy’ in rhinestones on your butt as the length of them ended at your upper thigh, hugging your curves just right.

once you made your way downstairs in the living room, you were eye to eye with the girl you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen since you were at least twelve…

ellie williams.

there she was, her lanky top half slouched off the big grey couch, her legs manspreading, with a ps5 controller in hand. her green eyes fluttered a little when she saw you, then looking you up and down.

is this the same loser who stole some porn magazine with your brother and then the two framed you for taking it?! is this the same loser who got rejected in the 7th grade?! your brother then cut off whatever tension was there between ellie, devouring the crumbled up bag of chips in his hand, which were probably stale. “whatcha need?”

you rolled your eyes and began to demonstrate your internal annoyance “i need you and your friend (that hurt ellie, ‘friend’? did you forget about her?) to keep your sh*t down, i was about to have the greatest sleep known to man until you were barking about your nonsense, seriously you sound like a moron”

he put his hands up in defense, looking offended and now, annoyed as well, furrowed his brows. “ooookay the hell do you th-“ but then he was cut off by the auburn haired girl, her voice stuttering pathetically, you could barley tell what she was saying for a moment. “i’m s- sorry.. . w- we’ll keep i- it do- down…”

okay, maybe she still is that same loser.

you squinted at ellie, slightly raising a brow. was she always this awkward? you remembered her being a little cocky idiot as a kid, always running her mouth, but now she could barely string a sentence together around you.

your brother, however, was not stammering. “see? problem solved. now go back to bed.” he said, stuffing another handful of stale chips in his mouth.

you made a disgusted face and looked him up and down before turning on your heel, but not before catching ellie still staring—her freckled face frozen in some mix of awe and panic, controller still slack in her hands.

later that night, you couldn’t sleep. not because of your brother this time, but because every time you closed your eyes, you could still see ellie’s face. that stupidly adorable lost puppy expression when she saw you.

you checked the time on your phone—2:14 AM. you sighed, tossing your covers off and slipping out of bed. you needed water. or at least an excuse to wander downstairs and see if ellie was still awake.

you padded down the hall, careful to step lightly as you passed your brother’s room. then, as you made your way down the stairs, you saw ellie still on the couch, alone, lazily scrolling through her phone… probably watching some stupid little video.

she looked up when she heard you.

“couldn’t sleep either?” you said softly, ellie swallowed, then sat up a little too quickly, like she was trying to appear normal. “uh—y-yeah. jet lag.”

you raised a brow. “jet lag?”. she blinked, darting her eyes around the room. “yeah, y’know, from the long… long… drive.”

long drive?! you scoffed. “ellie, don’t you live, like, two hours away now?”

she lightly shrugged, looking down, avoiding your eyes as if they’d turn her to stone “…yeah.”

gosh, she was a mess.

you stepped further into the dimly lit living room, crossing your arms. “so, you really haven’t seen me since I was, what, twelve?”

ellie rubbed the back of her neck, still avoiding your eyes. “guess so” in need of trying to start an ACTUAL conversation, you happily plopped down on the couch next to ellie, maybe a little too fast considering the slight jump of her body.

“do you remember when you stole a porn magazine with my brother and framed me for it?” you had a slight giggle in your tone

ellie winced, “okay but, in my defense, we were, like, thirteen—“

“psh, you got me grounded for a month.”

she finally looked at you, her green eyes wide, her freckles like a constellation of the galaxy’s she used to yap about back when you were 12, then she did the most ellie thing possible—she laughed.

you didn’t know why, but something about her irritated you. maybe it was the fact that she was still just as much of a loser as you remembered. maybe it was because she looked good now—lazily sitting there in a gray hoodie and sweats, her auburn hair tousled, green eyes lidded with exhaustion.

or maybe it was because she couldn’t stop staring at you.

her eyes dragged over you too slow, like she was still trying to process what the heck had happened to the once ‘annoying’ little sister of her best friend. like she couldn’t believe you were standing in front of her like this—grown, gorgeous, and fully aware of the effect you had on her.

you crossed your arms, yet again, raising a brow. “you gonna say something or just keep staring at me?” ellie blinked, finally snapping out of whatever trance she was in. “shut up,” she mumbled, shifting in her seat and pretending to be very interested in her phone in her lap that she’s neglected ever since you walked in the room.

you smirked, scooting even closer her. “so, what are you even doing with yourself now? thought you’d be in jail by now.”

ellie’s brows furrowed like she was offended and she scoffed. “wow. great to see you too.” she sarcastically remarked.

you shrugged “i’m serious. you kinda disappeared after high school. what’s your deal now?”

she exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck. “uh… well, I’m at seattle university now.”

you tilted your head, you were surprised this loser would actually get into college. “really? what’s your major?”

ellie stretched her arms over her head, looking more comfortable now that the conversation wasn’t just you teasing her to death. “i’m in school for mechanical engineering.”

you blinked. “…you?”

ellie’s face immediately dropped. “what the hell is that supposed to mean.”

“nah, nothing,” you said, biting back a grin. “it’s just—i didn’t know they let losers with bad posture into engineering programs.”

ellie scoffed, running a hand through her hair. “okay, first of all? rude. second of all, i’m literally gonna be an mechanic… like y’know.. that kinda thing.”

“oh wow,” you deadpanned, “so you’re gonna… what? fix cars? all sweaty in a garage? with oil on your hands? that kinda thing?”

ellie gave you a flat look. “why do you sound like you’re making fun of me and describing a porno at the same time.”

you laughed “relax ells”

that nickname ‘ells’ made ellies heart flutter the slightest… she scoffed slightly in response with the mutter of “you are so annoying.”

when you stretched, arms lifting slightly, your tiny tank top riding up just enough—suddenly she wasn’t THAT annoyed anymore..

you hummed, watching her. It was weird, seeing this version of ellie. the last time you knew her, she was just some reckless idiot following your brother around, getting into trouble. now, she was… figuring her life out?

“y’still do any sports?” you asked. she leaned back, rubbing her jaw. “yeah, I uhh.. still play soccer.”

you blinked. that made sense. the way she sat, her posture, even the way her arms looked under that hoodie—it all clicked, of course she still plays soccer. soccer had always been her thing, so it didn’t surprise you she still did it. that’s actually the reason her and your brother even met, through soccer.

you smirked. “so you’re still out there running around, all sweaty, chasing balls?” ellie’s face twitched. “why do you say it like that.”

you shrugged, eyeing her lazily. “i dunno. just wondering if your stamina’s any good these days.”

ellie blinked, then visibly processed what you just said. her ears turned red. ugh she’s so nasty

but okay. maybe you shouldn’t have said that, because now you were thinking about it…

stamina. endurance. how long she could last.

your tongue darted out over your lip, mind wandering somewhere it definitely shouldn’t. you had no business thinking about ellie williams like that, but… well.

maybe you did wanna see just how good her stamina really was.

you shifted slightly, fighting off the smirk threatening to spread across your lips, realizing how ellie swallowed hard.

you giggled “relax, williams. i just meant you’re probably still decent at soccer. perv.”

ellie muttered something under her breath, shaking her head, but you caught the way her knee bounced slightly. like she was trying very hard not to shift uncomfortably.

yeah. she was so done for.

you tilted your head slightly, watching her closely, then decided to hit her with something even worse. “so what about me?”

ellie blinked. “huh?”

“did you ask about me?” you teased, letting your voice go all light, all honeyed. “after all these years?”

her face twitched just a little—like she wasn’t expecting you to call her out. she hesitated, then looked away. “i mean… yeah. i might’ve.”

“oh?” you grinned, then you leaned in slightly even more, watching the way she immediately tensed.. “and what did my dear brother have to say about me? i’m all ears. did he tell you i’m a menace? a nightmare? maybe even a little—”

ellie shook her head fast, cutting you off. “he said you were doing good,” she muttered, way too quick, like she was dodging a bullet. “smart as hell. kinda a pain in the a**, though.”

you laughed. “mmhm sounds about right.”

ellie glanced at you then, and something in her expression softened. “said you were at UW. psychology major, right?”

you raised a brow. “dangg, you really did ask about me, huh?.” ellie smiled, “alright, relax.”

you smiled, stretching your legs, then catching ellie staring at your plush, thick thighs that she wished could just suffocate her. “i bet you didn’t expect me to look like this now, huh?”

ellie’s fingers twitched on her knee. caught.

“didn’t really think about it,” she said, horrible at lying.

you tilted your head, watching her squirm under your gaze. “liar.” ellie exhaled, shaking her head with a smirk. “geez. i forgot how annoying you are.”

you grinned, “and I forgot how much of a loser you are.”

she let out a low chuckle, but there was something else in her eyes now—something new, something not so innocent.

her gaze flickered over you again, quicker this time, like she was fighting herself on it. then she exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of her neck.

“you, uh…” ellie hesitated, like she was debating whether or not to say it. then, finally, she did. “you do.. look… different.”

you raised a brow, unimpressed. “we covered that already.”

she groaned. “no, i mean—you look… good.”

that caught you off guard for half a second. because it wasn’t just some lazy throwaway compliment—her voice had that same pathetic stutter from earlier, like she wasn’t even sure she should be saying it out loud.

you smirked, tilting your head slightly. “yeah?” ellie shifted on the couch, seeming just the tad bit more confident. “yeah.”

you leaned in just a little, watching the way her fingers fidgeted on her knee. “so that’s why you were stuttering earlier, huh?”

ellie froze.

“i—what?”

you grinned. “back when I came downstairs. you sounded like you had just forgotten how to speak english.” she let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “you’re such an a**hole.”

you smirked. “and you’re avoiding the question.”

ellie rubbed the back of her neck again, a telltale sign of her discomfort. “i wasn’t stuttering.”

you scoffed. “you literally tripped over every word. like, full-on glitching.”

“i don’t glitch,” she muttered, brows furrowing. “you glitched, ellie.” you inched EVEN CLOSER just to mess with her. “so? what’s up with that?”

ellie exhaled through her nose, shaking her head with a half-hearted chuckle. “geez, you don’t let up, huh?”

“not when I smell bs.”

ellie pressed her lips together, her fingers tapping against her knee. “look, i just… wasn’t expecting you to look like that, alright?”

you blinked. that?

ellie cleared her throat, looking at everything but you. “i mean, like—different. not a kid anymore. older. grown.”

you raised a brow. “you mean hot.” ellie physically twitched. “i didn’t say that.”

“but you thought it.”

ellie rubbed a hand over her face, muttering something under her breath before sighing. “you’re actually insufferable.”

“and you’re actually avoiding the question.”

she groaned, leaning back against the couch, throwing her head back dramatically. “oh my gosh.”

you watched her for a second, amused. her freckled face was tinted pink, her hands still fidgeting against her sweats like she didn’t know where to put them. then, without thinking, she muttered, “you just, uh… filled out.”

you blinked.

slowly, a smirk spread across your lips. “what?” ellie’s eyes immediately widened, like she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“i—” she started, but her throat caught. she visibly swallowed. “i mean—like, you, uh… grew. you—you know. like, uh—”

you raised a brow. oh, this was painful. “like?” you prompted, tilting your head.

ellie gestured vaguely at you, her hands hovering in the air like she was trying to physically grab the right words. “like—you’re not a kid anymore.”

you bit back a laugh. “you already said that.”

“yeah, but, like—” she made the same vague hand motion, glancing down for half a second before snapping her eyes back up like she got caught.

oh. OH.

you grinned. “oh, ellie” you drawled, watching her flounder. “were you checking me out?”

ellie immediately choked on nothing. “what—no! i wasn’t—”

your smirk widened. “aww, ellie,” you cooed, voice dripping with mock sympathy as you leaned in slightly. “you so painfully were.”

ellie made a pathetic sound—somewhere between a scoff and a cough—before rubbing her face like she could physically erase the moment. you loved teasing, leaning forward slightly, just to watch her squirm further, you could maybe even kiss her right now.

ellie looked like she wanted to die. “i wasn’t—i just meant—” she sighed heavily, dragging a hand down her face before muttering, “you have curves now, okay?” you blinked, then let out a laugh.

ellie groaned, rubbing her temples. “that came out wrong.”. “no, no, keep going,” you grinned, watching her suffer. “what about my curves?”

ellie clenched her jaw, eyes darting to the side like she was debating jumping out the nearest window. “forget it.”

“oh no,” you smirked, you placed your hand on her thigh. “you were saying something… cmon, go on for me baby.”

ellie felt as if she melted into a puddle when you called her baby, her freckled cheeks were flushed a crimson as she groaned again, fully slumping into the couch, like she was physically collapsing from embarrassment or arousal. “please, for the love of God, stop talking.”

ellie was a mess.

her jaw was clenched, her freckles slightly flushed, her knee bouncing like she was seconds away from imploding.

she exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. “f*ck, you run your mouth like you want me to shut you up.”

oh.

oh.

your breath caught for half a second, but then a slow, dangerous smirk pulled at your lips.

“maybe i do,” you murmured, tilting your head and looking up at her in a way that made her clit throb.

ellie stilled as if she fully stopped breathing and suddenly her green eyes flickered to your lips.

and that was all it took.

you barely had a second to register it before she grabbed you.

it wasn’t soft. wasn’t slow. wasn’t careful.

ellie’s hands were on you, rough fingers curling at your waist as she yanked you in, crashing her lips against yours. and gosh, she was desperate.

like she had been holding back this entire time—like she had been dying for an excuse.

her hands tightened around you, one gripping your hip, the other sliding up, fingers brushing your jaw, your throat.

you let out a small sound—one you barely recognized—and that broke her. she then pressed in deeper, pulling you onto her lap, kissing you like she was starving. like she had lost all sense of self-control.

you smiled against her lips, threading your fingers through her auburn hair. and then, just as quick, she pulled away.

her breath was ragged, her lips barely an inch from yours.

“this doesn’t mean anything,” she muttered, voice hoarse.

you hummed, fingers curling around the back of her neck. “sure it doesn’t.”

ellie’s jaw clenched, her hands still gripping your waist like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push you away or pull you back in. her green eyes flickered up to yours, something dark, something hungry.

“we can’t,” she rasped. “your brother—”

“—doesn’t have to know,” you finished for her, tilting your head innocently.

ellie swallowed, hard. her fingers twitched against your skin. you leaned in, lips ghosting over her jaw, her ear, your voice a slow, teasing whisper.

“unless you want him to.”

ellie exhaled sharply, like she had just lost some kind of internal battle and she then quickly yanked you back in. ellie’s lips were back on yours, harder this time. like she was making up for lost time.

you let her.

you grinned against her lips, fingers tugging at her hoodie, feeling the way her body tensed beneath you.

this was so bad.

but the way her hands gripped your thighs, the way her breath hitched when you kissed her a little rougher, a little deeper— yeah, you weren’t stopping.

“f*ck,” ellie exhaled, her voice wrecked, her hands skating up under your tank top, just barely brushing your skin.

you smirked. “thought this didn’t mean anything, ellie.”

ellie’s grip tightened as her jaw clenched.

her green eyes flickered up to yours, dazed, reckless, ruined.

“it doesn’t,” she rasped.

then she kissed you hard enough to make you forget your own name. your back hit the couch, ellie over you now, her knee pressing between your thighs, her fingers digging into your hips like she needed you closer.

you exhaled sharply as ellie’s breath caught, her pupils blown wide, her jaw slightly slack. ellie swallowed, hard. her hands flexed against your waist.

“take it off,” she rasped. you tilted your head. “hmm?” you knew exactly what she meant but you just wanted to tease.

ellie’s grip tightened. “your top. take it the f*ck off.”

you smirked in response. “needy.”

but you did it anyway, lifting the fabric slow, just to mess with her.

ellie was so gone.

her hands immediately shot up, fingers rough as they gripped you, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh like she needed to feel every inch.

“f*ck” she exhaled, mouth on you instantly.

her lips latched onto your skin, sucking, biting, kissing like she was starving.

her fingers dug in harshly, pulling, kneading, like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to worship or ruin you.

you let out a small, breathy sound, and it broke her. “so f*cking pretty” she muttered against you, voice low, shaky, almost desperate.

she flicked her tongue over you, her hands tightening, her breathing all ragged and uneven.

“could stare at these all f*cking day.” she mumbled, biting lightly before sucking harder, leaving a mark.

“uuuhh” you moaned, arching into her hands. ellie groaned in response, like you were physically driving her insane. “elliee..” you gasped as she kept going, tugging at her hair, making her grunt into your skin.

“f*ck,” she rasped. “say that again.”

your eyes fluttered closed, tone breathless. “ellieee”

she groaned deep, wrecked, desperate, her hands moving like she needed to memorize every inch of you.

“you’re f*cking perfect ma” she muttered against your skin, sucking at your tit while her thumb rubs your nipple, her voice all ragged and raw.

yeah.

she was done for.

awesome sauce! (to be continued if this goes well)

[tthoughtdaughter]

billies album is out for australians bye im going feral her voice is so heavenly never retire please billie i love you, you saved me.

[seattlesellie]

could you write something about bbf!ellie spanking reader

“thing”.

an: giggling cause she’d want to be all stern with her spankings but she’ll end up a pussydrunk mess. plus she’s a lil cocky sorry. mdni.

in result to being too much of a “tease”, according to ellie, (mind you — the ellie that whispers dirty things in your ear as you’re scrubbing the dishes, the ellie who walks around with a visible bulge in the front of her jeans, and yet somehow you’re the said “tease” for simply brushing your back against her front whilst conversing with your brother) you found yourself pressed up against the wooden door of your guest room, that ended up being ellie’s bedroom for the month, with your tights bunched down together around your ankles.

“you’re unbelievable, babe… y’know that?” she muttered underneath her hot breath, making the microscopic hairs on your neck quickly rise up. her entire body weight is pushed up against your back, her chapped yet somehow soft lips brushing up on your bare shoulder. she lays a delicate kiss there, one that makes you unbelievably hot in the face, contrasting her harsh grip on the fat of your ass. “i didn’t… do anything, i, i swear” you nothing but lie, which makes ellie let go of a deep, throaty chuckle. “mhm, ‘course you didnt, huh?… you never do” she croons, then loosens her grip just to form an even tighter one, one that makes your breath hitch as a guttural groan leaves ellie’s mouth. you’re a little pissed off, eyebrows furrowed down, brain-wheels turning and thinking of a way to make ellie take the blame for once — because as much as you love your little games, she seems to love them even more. “s’not my fault you’re always walking around with that thing in your pants…”

to that, ellie laughs, she actually laughs, breathy and teasing and mean, and if you weren’t the one spending each and every night in “her” bed, you could say she was straight up being a bully. “thing, huh?” she asks, and you might even think she was sounding a little offended, but you know her too well. “so that’s how you’re calling it now? a thing? that’s… funny, babe, you’re very very funny” she teases, and before you have time to think of a snarky response, she lifts her hand up and lands it harshly on the fat of your ass. you jump at the sudden pinching and painful contact, and ellie shushes you intently. “it’s not funny”, you whisper through gritted teeth. ellie deeply sighs, “i think it is though. think it’s funny that you beg for that thing every night, know what, lemme think… how’d you put it last time?”, she rasps and pushes you up even further against the door — which you didn’t even think was possible, your cheek now fully squished up against the cold wood. “think you said something like… ‘need your cock ellie’” she mocks in a high pitched voice, one that sounds exactly like yours when that “thing” is deep and snug between your slippery walls. you whine something that should sound like “shut up ellie”, but ends up sounding like “shhsthupfff el” — because you can’t even talk properly with your cheek pressed up against the door.

ellie chuckles meanly and mocks you again. “fill me up, els… please fill me up… need your dick, please give me your dick” she imitates, her voice slightly shaky now. you can tell she’s clearly turned on by imitating your pleas, and you have to give it to her, truly — because perhaps you do sound like that, and how can you not when she’s giving it to you that good? “ha… hate you”, you hiccup pathetically, ellie rolling her eyes. “you hate me now? that it? hate me and my thing?” she drawls, her voice rich and husky, and she speaks in that tone of hers, a certain tone that makes you know that she’s not buying your bullshit. although she doesn’t voice it, it’s filled with “i know you love me” — and “fuck it… i love you too”

the next time her calloused, rough palm makes contact with your ass, the slap nearly rings in your ears. it echoes through the room, bouncing off it’s walls. ellie lifts up her hand and looks at it, examining it’s redness. “shit, goddamn…” she mutters, then soothes the pain by rubbing your aching flesh up and down. she separates your globes, spits down a string of saliva that runs through your asscheeks. you flinch and try squeezing them together, but ellie doesn’t let you, she merely grabs your cheeks forcefully and crouches down to her knees. if this is a show — she’s has the front fucking seat. when she notices your thighs are poorly trembling, she nearly coos, but ends up kissing the plush of your left asscheek. “that one hurt…” you cry, forcefully biting down on your bottom lip, attempting to hold on to a precious fat tear. “take it… yeah? jus’ take it, no crying” she commands, but her voice is just as shaky and desperate as yours. “if you move…” she warns, but it really is too late because you just did, quivering knees nearly bucking and crashing down. she lands another harsh slap on your ass that makes not only you, but her as well, to let out a breathy whimper. ellie looks up as if she’s talking to you, eyebrows scrunched together as she watches your forehead softly banging on the door with a thud. “got that?” she asks, now planting not one but two harsh slaps on your ass, one with each hand. when you yelp and then moan, ellie notices a honeyed slickness covering your inner thighs, and her eyes nearly grow pitch black. she has to physically restrain herself from just saying fuck it and fuck your punishment and eating it on the floor.

“poor fuckin’ thing… this is turning you on? bet it hurts, huh?” she teases and you nod fervently although she can’t see you, and even if she could — she probably wouldn’t bother to look, not when your pussy’s sobbing for her in front of her face. although the pressure inside of your tummy is building up, in fact, ellie’s own pressure is almost ten times worse. her silicone strap is now messily tucked inside her boxers, the tip of it god knows where and the base deliciously rubbing her throbbing clit. in a sudden spurt of confidence, you shakily whisper; “i know how bad you wanna fuck me” — it catches her completely off guard, her fake sternness drifting away and landing on it’s goddamn nose. “i… fff’… fuck you” ellie stammers, pink tongue nearly poking out of her mouth.

suddenly, ellie gets up and pulls around you to face her. your cheeks are swollen, moist with salty tears, eyelashes heavy and sticky and lips so soft with actual bite marks on them, it almost hurts that she can’t tell you how fucking angelic you look because of how stubborn she is to keep up with her act. you, however, there’s no act for you to live up to, so you pucker up your lips and try to kiss her — she physically swerves you. slowly, she backs away.

“not getting any fuckin’ thing from me”

which is by the way, a total and utter lie, because at exactly 2am, you’re woken up by three knocks on your door, and a grumpy ellie with sweet puppy dog eyes, telling you that “being mean to you fucking sucks, and i woke up ‘cuz i needed to kiss you so bad”

[miryel89]

This is a gift that I made for my bestie @liber-what-ia because she introduced me to this show and I loved it so much (like everything she recommends me💛)!!!!

Hope you like it 💛💛💛

[edenspoem]

thinking about the succubus!reader x loser!ellie idea i vaguely schemed about in december.. let me re-add that to my stockpile of upcoming ideas.. something about sub!ellie being a total loser when it comes to sex demons.. hrmnn.. midnight shenanigans in her college dorm.. hhhmnnn... drop ideas in my inbox or you want me burned at the stake... huurhhmmm..

[anchoeritic]

the party & the after party

pairing: bbf!ellie williams + fem!reader

synopsis: was it really that bad if ellie hooked up with her best friend’s sister?

warning: eighteen plus only, minors do not interact. sexual intercourse (oral sex), clit play, thigh riding, hooking up in secret, vaginal sex (fingering), overstimulation.

They say some desires are better left buried. Hidden beneath polite smiles and the weight of expectation. But secrets have a way of slipping through the cracks, don’t they?

A fleeting glance, a touch that lingers just a second too long, a breath caught in your throat as her hand brushes against yours in the dark. It’s easy to pretend at first, easy to tell yourself that it’s nothing, that you’re imagining it, that you’re not standing on the edge of something dangerous.

But the truth is always there, simmering beneath the surface. The tension between you — electric and sharp. Coils tighter with every shared look, every quiet laugh, every moment when her eyes darken and her smile curves in that way that makes your breath hitch.

You tell yourself you’re in control, that you can walk away whenever you want. But deep down, you know you’re already too far gone.

It started with the way she looked at you when she thought no one else was watching. Her eyes would linger on you; slow and deliberate before her gaze would flick away, lips curling into a soft, knowing smile.

She’d sit close enough for her knee to press against yours beneath the table, close enough that you could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of your jeans. And when she laughed, head tilted back, eyes glinting beneath the soft glow of the lights — you felt it then, that deep pull low in your stomach, dangerous and sharp.

She wasn’t supposed to look at you like that. You weren’t supposed to want her to. But it was impossible not to notice the way her auburn hair fell loose at the front, the soft curve of her neck when she tucked it behind her ear.

The way her lips would part when she was thinking, or the way her hand would brush over yours when you passed each other something. It was subtle at first; accidental touches, stolen glances, but your body knew long before your mind was willing to admit it.

And the worst part? She was your brother’s best friend.

You’d known her for years. Growing up with her hanging around your house, crashing on the couch after late nights with your brother, leaning lazily against the kitchen counter while she teased him about his terrible taste in music and women apparently.

Back then, you barely noticed her, she was just part of the background, another piece of your brother’s life. But somewhere along the way, that changed. Just last Thursday.

The party was loud. Bodies pressed together, the thrum of music vibrating through the floor. Your brother was across the room, laughing with his friends.

But she was next to you, her shoulder brushing against yours, the warmth of her body seeping into you despite the cool night air. Her hand found yours, fingertips brushing over your knuckles. Light. Teasing.

“You look good tonight,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. You could practically feel her lips. "Who for?"

Your pulse quickened. You turned to look at her, and the way her eyes darkened under the flashing lights made your heart race.

"Who else, Ellie?" You replied, leaning into her slowly, "take a good guess."

Her cheeks were a dead giveaway, growing warm at your words. If it wasn't for the dimness of the party, you'd be able to see the shade of red across her face. But her demeanour quickly changed as you became impossibly close, your lips nearly touching each other.

"Isn't that right?" Her hand sliding down your arm, fingers curling around your wrist, "I hope it's me."

"Didn't think you'd be so good at this game, Williams."

You should have pulled away. You should have smiled, made a joke, turned toward your brother and let this moment fade into nothing.

Instead, you let her lead you upstairs.

The door shut behind you, and suddenly the noise of the party faded into a dull hum beneath the rapid pounding of your heart. Your back hit the wall, and her hands were on you before you could breathe — soft but insistent, her mouth grazing the hollow of your throat.

“This is wrong,” you whispered. Your voice shook as her lips trailed along your jawline.

“I know,” she breathed. Her hands slipped under your shirt, fingertips burning against your skin. “But you don’t want me to stop.”

And you didn’t.

Her mouth was on yours before you could say another word. Soft. Hungry. Desperate. Your hands tangled in her hair as your body melted against hers.

Her lips were heat and pressure, coaxing your mouth open as her fingers slid beneath the waistband of your jeans. Your head tilted back, breath hitching as her hand pressed lower, and lower.

You knew this would ruin everything — your relationship with your brother, your peace of mind, the fragile line between friendship and betrayal, but as her lips moved against yours, as her body pressed you harder into the wall, all you could think was:

Let it happen.

"Keep going," your words were shaky, feeling her fingers press against where you needed her the most, "please, Ellie."

You were growing more and more desperate as she did too, your kisses becoming rougher.

Her fingers quickly found the waistband of your jeans and pulled them down, revealing your wetness. The scene in front of her only making the ache between her thighs more.

With the way you were staring at her; all desperate and needy.

“Patience, baby. Patience,” she mumbled, making her way down between your thighs, "so pretty."

Every thought you've ever had of Ellie, every scene replaying in your head. Everything came to you right then and there are she looked up at you from between your legs with low eyes.

Leaning in closer, she could feel the heat radiating off of your centre. The fabric wasn’t thick enough to hold her off as she let her tongue lay flat on the surface of the centre. The wet spot on your panties grew bigger, Ellie's tongue covering your entire pussy through your panties.

“Oh, F—fuck..” if it wasn’t for her hands holding you down by your hips, you would’ve started rocking them against her. She felt your hands gripping at her head, holding onto her hair for dear life. She hadn’t even started and already had you damn near on the edge.

A long stripe down your panties. that’s what it took to have her name fall from your lips, quivering at the last syllable, “Ellie, oh my god.”

Your head was thrown back waiting for her to continue, eyes fully shut as you only saw darkness. But as much as you saw nothing, you felt everything at the tip of her tongue. Quite literally, in this case.

“Look at me, baby,” she mumbles against your cunt, “let me see those eyes."

Obeying, your eyes fluttered back open to see hers already staring up at you; cold and dark. Only that look could send you over the edge.

The intensity of her gaze held you captive, a magnetic pull that made it impossible to look away. Her breath was warm against your skin, her lips hovering just above your core, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

You could feel the wetness of your arousal soaking through the thin fabric of your panties, the ache between your thighs growing more insistent with every passing second.

“Ellie,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. “Please…”

She smirked, her eyes never leaving yours as she finally pulled your panties to the side, exposing your slick folds to the cool air of the room. Her breath hitched at the sight, and for a moment, she just stared, taking in the way your body reacted to her presence. Her fingers traced lazy circles around your entrance, not quite giving you what you wanted, but enough to make you squirm.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet. Barely even touched you yet.”

You couldn’t answer, your mind too clouded with desire to form coherent thoughts. All you could do was nod, your hips lifting off the wall in a silent plea for more. She chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine, before finally giving in to your unspoken request.

Her tongue darted out, flicking against your clit in a slow, deliberate motion that made your entire body jolt. A moan escaped your lips, loud and unrestrained, as she began to work you over with her mouth. Her hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as she devoured you with a hunger that matched your own.

“Oh god, Ellie,” you gasped, your fingers tightening in her hair as she licked and sucked at your sensitive flesh. “Right there… don’t stop…”

She didn’t. Her tongue moved faster, her lips closing around your clit as she sucked gently, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your legs trembled, your knees threatening to give out as the pressure built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of her tongue.

“That’s it, baby,” she murmured against you, her voice muffled but still clear enough to send a fresh wave of heat through your body. “Let go for me. Come on my tongue.”

Her words were all it took to push you over the edge. Your back arched off the wall, a strangled cry escaping your lips as your orgasm ripped through you, intense and all-consuming. Ellie didn’t let up, her tongue continuing to work you through the waves of pleasure until you were a trembling, boneless mess in her arms.

When she finally pulled away, you slumped against the wall, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. She stood slowly, her lips glistening with your arousal, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she looked down at you.

“God,” she said, her voice soft but filled with a raw intensity that made your stomach flip. She leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, searing kiss that tasted like you, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your body ache for more.

You could feel the heat of her body pressed against yours, the hard lines of her muscles through the thin fabric of her shirt. Your hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, the taste of yourself on her lips only fueling your desire.

“Ellie,” you breathed against her mouth, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need you…”

Her hands moved to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion before tossing it aside. Your breath caught at the sight of her bare skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the way her eyes darkened with desire as she looked at you.

Her fingers moved to the waistband of her pants, and with a deliberate slowness that made your pulse race, she undid the button and slid the zipper down. The sound of fabric rustling filled the air as she stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. The sight of her standing there, so confident and exposed, sent a jolt of electricity through you.

Your eyes traced the curves of her body, the way the dim light caught the subtle sheen of sweat on her skin. She was breathtaking, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride that she wanted you just as much as you wanted her.

Ellie closed the distance between you, her hands finding their way to your hips as she guided you backward until the cool surface of the wall pressed against your back. Her lips found yours again, this time more urgent, more demanding. You could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body trembled slightly under your touch.

“Ellie,” you murmured again, your voice breaking as her hands slid under the fabric of your shirt, her fingers brushing against your skin. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down your spine.

She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her gaze intense and unwavering. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered, her breath warm against your lips.

You didn’t hesitate. “Touch me.”

A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Good girl."

Her hands moved to the hem of your shirt, and with a gentle tug, she pulled it over your head, letting it fall to the floor beside you. The cool air hit your skin, but it did nothing to quell the fire that was building inside you. Her hands roamed over your chest, her touch sending waves of pleasure through you.

You reached for her, your fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra until it finally gave way, revealing herself to you. Your breath hitched as you took her in, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the way her eyes darkened with desire.

Ellie’s hands found yours, intertwining your fingers as she pressed them against the wall above your head. She leaned in, her lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You tilted your head back, giving her better access as a soft moan escaped your lips.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto yours. “Mm,” she hummed, “use your words, baby.”

You hesitated for a moment, the weight of your desire and the gravity of the situation pressing down on you. But the way she looked at you—those dark, hungry eyes—made it impossible to hold back.

“I want to feel you."

Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. “Atta, girl.”

Her hands slid down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before settling on your hips. She pressed her body against yours, the heat of her skin searing against your skin. You could feel her thigh between your thighs, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core.

Ellie’s lips found yours again, this time with urgency that left you breathless. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours in a way that made your head spin. One of her hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you even closer, while the other slid down to grip your thigh, lifting it to wrap around her waist.

The movement shifted your hips, and you gasped as the pressure against your core intensified. Ellie smirked against your lips, clearly pleased with your reaction. She rolled her hips against yours, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

“You sound so good,” she murmured, her voice rough with need. “Taste even better. S’good.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you tightened your grip on her shoulders, pulling her closer.

She groaned softly, her forehead resting against yours as she continued to move against you. Her hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin she could reach. When her fingers brushed against your centre again, you tensed, your breath catching in your throat.

Ellie didn’t need any more encouragement.

Her hand slid between your legs, and you gasped as her fingers brushed against your wetness. She paused, her eyes locking onto yours as she gently traced your folds, teasing you with the lightest of touches.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “All for me.”

You nodded, your hips instinctively rocking against her hand, seeking more pressure. She chuckled softly, her breath warm against your skin as she leaned in to capture your lips in another searing kiss. At the same time, she slid a finger inside you, slow and deliberate, making you moan into her mouth.

“Ellie,” you gasped, your hands gripping her shoulders tightly. “Just like that…”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her finger began to move, curling inside you in a way that made your knees weak. Her thumb brushed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of her fingers.

You should have stopped then. You should have pulled away, straightened your clothes, and walked out the door. Back to the party.

But you didn’t. You couldn't. And that was the problem.

Neither of you cared enough to stop.