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boricuasirena25 · 18 days ago

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cute little painfully nerdy 2000s ellie williams x popular bimbo fem reader part 3

since yall hornballs wanted smut so badly 🙄

cw : smut, public sex in class, degradation, ellie’s horny fantasies, wet dreams, plot twist kinda

the bell rings. you don’t rush to your seat—you never do. you glide in late like always, cherry gum in your mouth, tight hot pink juicy couture velour zip up barley zipped up with your black lacy VS push up bra peeking through. a boy stares. you don’t care. you’re too busy reapplying your gloss with your middle finger.

ellie sees you before you see her, she recognizes your heavy, dreamy scent of the love spell body spray from 5 miles away.

she’s already at her desk, hood up, legs bouncing under the table like she’s got an energy drink in her bloodstream. which, honestly? she probably does. her fingers are smudged with pencil and her notebooks half open, little doodles of swords and boobs peeking through the lined paper. she’s not ready. for anything.

mr. brooks clears his throat.

“alright, students. group projects. DNA replication and genetic variation. pages 94 through 99. picked your partners for you.”

groans ripple across the room. you roll your eyes, zoning out as he goes on to list random pairs of students in the class… “david and rebecca, ashley and karen, adrian and braxton, becky and jared-“ then suddenly.

“y/n and… ellie.”

you look up from your manicured hands in your lap instantly, silence. you make a disgusted look. brows furrowed, lips pouted.

but ellie? she jerks in her seat like someone pulled a string in her back. her eyes snap up and lock on you, wide behind her crooked-ass glasses. her whole face goes red—forehead, ears, even her damn neck. she freezes. then immediately starts fumbling with her the spirals on her notebook, like she thinks if she looks busy enough, maybe you’ll ignore her.

you don’t.

you sigh heavily as you take your time walking over, swinging your hips just enough to make two boys whisper. you drop your bag next to her desk. she looks at it like it’s a bomb.

you sit down.

“so,” you say, voice flat, bored, already annoyed. “you gonna write the whole thing or just f*ck yourself to it?”

she chokes. like physically chokes, hand flying to her chest, eyes bugging out. she tries to answer, fails, tries again, and somehow makes it worse.

“i—i don’t—i wasn’t—f*ck mysel-?—no—what—”

you stare. blow a bubble. let it pop, then giggle in her face.

her face is ruined. her mouth opens and closes like a fish. she looks like she wants to die. and then crawl under the desk. and then die again.

you lean in, just a little, enough for your perfume to hit her nose.

“i still remember that sketchbook from last week by the way.”

ellie flinches.

“i wasn’t—you know.. it’s for anatomy,” she blurts, which makes no sense, and she knows it. “not like, your—i didn’t mean your anatomy, just—like—the concept of anatomy, which, like, technically—f*ck—”

you tilt your head.

ellie covers her face with her hands and groans, long and low, like she’s in pain.

“do you touch yourself to those with your hoodie on, or do you take it off to set the mood?”

“please,” she whispers. “please shut up.”

you giggle again, soft and wicked.

adrian—your adrian—is three rows in front of y’all, hearing the whole thing. you haven’t even acknowledged him since class started either.

ellie peeks through her fingers. she’s twitchy. sweaty. miserable. and when you pull your chair closer, she damn near leaps out of her skin.

“we’re gonna get an A,” you hum, dragging her open textbook toward you. “you’re gonna do all the work. and you’re gonna keep your nasty little sketchbook zipped up tight.”

she nods. small. frail.

“say ‘yes, ma’am.’”

“…yes, ma’am.”

you smile. pop another bubble.

this is gonna be fun.

ellie keeps her eyes locked on the textbook. she hasn’t spoken in five minutes. not since the “yes, ma’am.” her handwriting’s shaking. her cheeks are red. her hoodie sleeves are halfway over her fingers again, clenched tight like she’s praying.

you lean back in your seat, legs spread just a little wider, flipping your hair over your shoulder. her eyes flicker for a second—just a second—to the inside of your thigh under the desk.

you catch it.

“are you even paying attention?” you ask, fake sweet. “or are you too busy trying not to cum in your boxers?”

her pencil snaps in half.

“i’m—i’m paying attention,” she mumbles, head down, the tips of her ears red like she’s been slapped. “mitosis. cell cycle. S-phase. DNA replication. i—i know it.”

you hum. press your knee against hers under the desk. she jerks back like she’s been shocked. you look down at her shaky hand on the table. long, twitchy fingers. drum and guitar callused.

slowly, you reach out. grab her wrist. guide it down.

“wh—what are you—” she tries to pull away, but she’s weak. pathetic. you’re stronger. meaner. so much prettier. you press her hand against your bare thigh, just above the hem of your skirt. warm skin. smooth. soft.

she stops breathing.

“f*ck,” she whispers, wide-eyed, voice cracking. “you—you can’t—i’ll f*cking—”

you don’t let go.

“don’t be a p*ssy,” you murmur, eyes half-lidded. “it’s just a little skin, right? nothing you haven’t seen in your nasty little sketches.”

her fingers twitch.

you push her hand higher. just a little.

the edge of your thong peeks out. she squeezes her eyes shut, like she can block it out. but her fingers stay.

shaking. burning. gripping your thigh like it’s keeping her alive. ellie whimpers.

you smile, slow and wicked and keep her hand right where it is. she doesn’t move at first.

your fingers are still around her wrist, soft but firm, like a leash she doesn’t want to escape. her palm is pressed flat to your thigh, skin burning hot, nails barely grazing you. you’re looking ahead like nothing’s happening. like you’re so fucking bored. like her hand being between your legs is just part of your routine.

ellie’s brain? completely fried. ‘f*ck. f*ck. f*ck’ she thought.

she doesn’t know where to look. her eyes are flicking between the worksheet and your lip gloss and your thigh and the window and the corner of the floor like any of it will help her not lose it.

her face is flushed. her mouth’s dry. her hoodie’s too hot and her fingers are twitching because all she can think about is—

‘she’s soft. she’s so soft. i can’t—f*ck—i can’t.’

you’re right next to her. in the flesh. warm. sighing softly. looking down, pencil in hand while pretending to read the textbook like her hand isn’t right there.

and now?

her fingers start to move.

slow. slight. like she doesn’t even realize at first. like muscle memory. like her horniness has taken over completely.

she slides the tips up, just a little.

then down.

tiny little strokes. featherlight. testing you. seeing what she can get away with.

you shift in your seat.

press your legs together.

you don’t look at her. but you don’t stop her either.

so she keeps going.

and her heart is slamming in her chest.

she’s so wet in her boxers, her clit becoming a rapid beating second heartbeat to the point it’s actually painful. ellie thinks she might cum just from this.

her fingers dip slightly beneath the curve of your thigh. under the edge of your thong. just barely.

her breath stutters.

you’re wet. not soaked. not dripping. just warm and soft and slightly damp and f*ckf*ck—

she bites the inside of her cheek to keep from groaning. her forehead hits the desk. just for a second. to ground herself.

you look at her finally. say nothing. just smirk. and she knows you know exactly what you’re doing.

she doesn’t say a word. she just keeps stroking.

slow, pathetic, desperate.

and no one can see a thing.

yet, her fingers go still when she feels it. the way your c*nt clenches as she pushes past the edge of your soaked thong.

how easy it is to slip in.

how tight you are. how f*cking warm you are.

like you’ve been waiting.

ellie lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding—shaky, low—and stares at your face like it’s the only thing that matters.

you’re still looking at your notes. like this is nothing.

like her fingers aren’t buried inside you right now, moving slow, dragging against that soft spot she’s imagined so many times her body could do it with her eyes closed.

and it kinda is.

her fingers start working in that perfect rhythm she’s practiced—on herself, in the dark, in the shower, during her breakdowns after seeing you in a mini skirt.

she curls them just right.

presses deep.

slides out slick and slow, then back in, faster.

you twitch.

your thighs shift.

but you don’t look at her.

and that’s what makes her lose it.

“f*ck,” she whispers. her head is down, lips barely moving. “you’re gonna make me cum in my f*ckin’ boxers, sh*t.”

you don’t flinch. you just turn the page in the textbook, lip caught between your teeth.

ellie’s eyes flicker to your mouth.

her fingers thrust deeper. faster. the sound is obscene but muffled by the low hum of the class, the hum of the lights, the buzz of old ac.

“this p*ssy’s so f*ckin’ warm,” she whispers, voice cracked. “you’re gonna—geez—you’re gonna ruin me.”

you pulse around her. her legs shake.

she’s gritting her teeth. trying not to grunt. trying not to moan.

“can’t believe i get to finger you in bio,” she breathes, nose brushing your shoulder. “you’re so mean to me—so f*ckin’ mean—and you’re so wet. you like this? letting the loser do this to you?”

your pencil scratches across the paper like nothing’s happening.

you’re breathing harder now. lips parted. eyes still down.

but your hips start moving—tiny little rocks forward against her fingers—and that’s when ellie knows you’re close.

she curves them deep, presses her palm against your clit, and starts pumping harder.

you clamp your thighs.

grip the edge of your worksheet.

swallow a whimper.

“good f*ckin’ girl,” she mutters, barely audible. “take it. just take it. i’ll make you cum so hard you won’t walk to 5th period.”

and you?

you turn your head just slightly.

lips brush her ear.

“then do it, perv.”

ellie’s gone. she’s imagined this so many times. in her sketchbook. in the shower. in her f*cking dreams.

you sitting on her lap, whispering in her ear, your lip gloss smearing on her neck, your tits bouncing while you ride her neon green strap—

you calling her a freak while grinding on her face—

you licking her fingers while sitting on her bed like a brat—

suddenly, she jerks awake with a sharp inhale, eyes wide, hoodie tangled around her arms, face flushed, sheets kicked off the bed.

her room’s still dark, lit only by the faint glow of her lava lamp and the blinking red light of her PS3. her sketchbook’s open next to her—flipped to a half-finished drawing of you sitting on her lap with your thong around one ankle.

her hand’s still in her boxers.

and yeah… they’re soaked.

disgusting. tragic. predictable.

ellie groans. drags her forearm over her face like it’ll wipe the sin away. mutters to herself.

“f*ck”

her voice cracks. she rolls onto her back, staring at the popcorn textured ceiling. her stomach flips. her hips twitch.

and suddenly she’s grinding her hand into her boxers again—again—because the image won’t leave her brain.

your face when you bit your lip.

your whisper in her ear.

your p*ssy squeezing her fingers like it needed her.

it’s too bad this is one of them. just another one of her pathetic dreams.

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pearlcigs · 1 year ago

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⋆ make a woman out of me

christian!virgin!reader x ellie williams

summary ⋆ you swore to yourself you only longed for ellie in a platonic way, but as you get older you seem to realize just how pretty she really is.

warnings ⋆ 2.95k ⋆ smut, i might get cancelled 🤷‍♀️, reader (non penetrative) virginity loss, religious themes, ellie is 19, reader is 18, pastor's daughter!reader, mentions of homophobia, alludes to reader's parents being homophobic, ellie smokes weed, pet names (pretty girl, babe, honey, baby, good girl), cursing, first kiss, corruption, corruption kink, oral (r recieving)

time moved slowly within the parameters of jackson. the same familiar faces, day in and day out. though, it was comforting living in such a community. the horrors of the world beyond the walls that stood tall was something you rarely wanted to think about. it made you sick to your stomach to think of your friends, loved ones, even people you weren't particularly close with, outside of the safe walls, being face to face with whatever monsters marred the unhabitual world.

your parents were strict with religion, your father being the only self acclaimed paster that jackson has ever had to offer. there was never a time you could remember, even before finding refuge in the cozy town, where your parents weren't devout. vivid memories of your mother's fingers gliding over the cross necklace she wore around her neck when you would get in trouble. disappointed sighs and signs of the cross, begging the lord above for forgiveness, explaining to the sky you were too young to know what you've done was a sin.

the bible was followed closely in your home, and you obliged without caution. you prayed, attended your father's mass sessions in the tiny chapel just down the road where he preached the bible, wore the holy cross around your neck to show your devotion, you've read the old torn and withered bible you were so lucky to find front to back. religion was all you've ever known and you had found no reason to ever question the man who hung on your wooden walls, hanging from a cross with his hands and feed nailed to it like an animal. that was, until ellie.

"come on, don't you wanna jus' see what it feels like?" ellie teased, waving the joint in front of your face like a taunt. "no thank you." you replied, sitting at the foot of her bed, legs crossed, eyes wandering around her room. when ellie first came to jackson you were infatuated with her, dwindling it down to pure want but only of friendship. "good girl, that's what you say when someone offers you this shit." ellie moves the weed away from your face, inhaling it and then turning away to exhale the smoke away from you.

it started with just friendly smiles, offering to show her around and help her get to know everyone. she was wary of you. honestly, afraid of your friendly demeanor. people on the outside of the jackson walls were cruel and vicious, she thought, with no doubt in her mind, you were being friendly to lure her into some kind of trap. she danced around you with caution, keeping her distance but also decidingly giving you a chance. she quickly became fond of you, your personality, your looks. everything about you appealed to ellie and something about that made you proud, even more eager to befriend her.

the words 'good girl' ring from her mouth and you're not sure how to respond. was there even a proper response to your best friend calling you that? a simple nod was all you could come up with. watching her lips intently as she blew the smoke out of her lungs. your fingers came up to your neck, fiddling with the cross necklace around your neck, a habit passed down from your mother. ellie never paid much attention to your shy outlook on life. you were reserved and a part of her liked that she had so much of you to herself.

it wasn't until you were 17 that you finally came to terms with the fact that your infatuation was more than just a yearning to be her friend. tears of guilt streaming down your face in the confessional at the shoddy chapel, divider between you and the young volunteer who was ready to beg jesus to abolish your sins. "i'm a girl... and i like another girl." you sniffled, lowering the pitch of your voice instinctively so he wouldn't see past your anonymity. ache in your heart when silence was returned, until soft mutterings of a prayer, asking jesus to forgive your tainted heart.

ellie extended her arms behind her head, a small stretch that gave you big feelings. her shirt rode up, exposing the small of her stomach. you swallowed harshly, wondering why god would tempt you with something like this. a soft sigh emits from ellie's lips, flicking the almost finished joint into a nearby makeshift ashtray. another soft sigh falling from her perfect lips. intent eyes trying to be secretive of the no less then unholy thoughts that you were being tempted with.

ellie was put off at first by your fervent religion. her experiences were tainted, never having a good visual of what a healthy relationship with god looked like. she was unsure if you were going to try and convert her into some pious worshipper. you weren't secretive of your religion and that much was enough to make ellie suspicious. with time she realized you were different from the other religious people she's met. only bringing up your religion or anything to do with it when you were directly asked or if it was really important to speak about.

"whatchu lookin' at, pretty girl?" she chuckled as she noticed the way your eyes locked onto her, like if you looked away she'd be gone. it wasn't unusual for ellie to be flirty or to make casual remarks about how pretty you were. still, every time she did your cheeks were adorned in a rosy color. "just you, i guess. i dunno..." you answered back quickly, hoping that answer was enough to satisfy her eager curiosity. "yeah? just me? got something you wanna say to me?" she was just joking around, trying to get you riled up and flustered but you did have things you wanted to say to her.

"no." you answered, though you were sure she wasn't expecting an actual response. "no? yikes, babe, i'm hurt, thought we had somethin' real here." she smiled and you felt the butterflies in your stomach become tongue tied. one thing you loved about ellie above all things was her smile, how the skin around her eyes scrunched up just the tiniest bit, the apples of her cheeks becoming more prominent. everything about her smile made your head spin.

"els, i like you." the words slip out of your mouth before you could even process what was going on. her smile that coerced you to confess to her in the first place falters. "i'm sorry?" she questions, unsure if you meant what she thought you did. you had never said anything that led ellie to believe you were homophobic or that you thought all gay people were sinners like most of the older people who were religious in jackson did. but still she was careful to keep her sexuality from you, strongly assured you would take after your parents' stance on homosexuality.

"i... i don't know why i said that." you say, truthfully. mouth slightly agape and eyes widened with shock that you'd just outed yourself after years of trying to force down your feelings. there was a silence between the two of you. silence wasn't uncommon around each other, sometimes the both of you preferring to spend your time together quietly as a way to unwind after a treacherous day. but this silence was different than those times. ellies breath was caught in her throat, words jumbled on her tongue.

she only began reacting when she saw the panic on your face, followed by your eyes becoming glassy. "hey, hey. don't cry. it's okay." she comforted, sitting up and placing a hand on your knee. she wasn't good at comforting people, you were well aware of that. "i didn't mean to.." you admitted, voice timid and quiet, still uncertain to how she would react. "hey, it's okay, honey." the term of endearment sliding off her tongue like she was meant to call you that for the rest of your lives.

"i'm not mad." ellie affirms, her tone soft, knowing how afraid of other people's anger you are. another flash of silence emerges, just you and ellie staring at each other. neither of you knowing what to say. she pitied you, seeing how much you resented yourself. your bottom lip slotted between your teeth, biting hard enough to potentially draw blood. "don't do that..." she mutters, gently running her thumb over your partially chapped lips, pulling your bottom lip out of your teeth's grasp.

your breath hitches, a small shudder traveling up your spine. your eyes locked on hers, your heart beating loud enough for the whole world to hear. ellie's eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes. "i've liked you for a while." you admit, knowing there was no going back at this point. "oh, yeah?" her voice was low, some would even describe as seductive. her thumb still lingering on your bottom lip. "yeah." you whisper back, your eyes now flickering down to her lips.

ellie's hand moves to your jaw. her eyes flicking down to your lips one last time before she leans down and presses her lips against yours. her lips are soft, just like you had imagined. she seems skilled, like she knew what she was doing and what the end goal was. a small smile forming on her face as she realizes you have no idea what you're doing. “like this.” she mumbles against your lips acutely aware how clueless you were when it came to romance.

you follow her lead, doing your best to follow her lead. her free hand finding your waist, squeezing gently. you pull away, panting faintly. "i don't know.." you mumble, trailing off as ellie puts her lips back to yours. the hand that was on your jaw roaming to the back of your head, fingers getting tangled in your hair. "i know." ellie responds moments later, her lips brushing against your with each syllable. you couldn't comprehend what was happening, your mind going blank with ellie's lips on yours. she adored the way you looked at her. looking at her like you needed her.

she gently lays you back, grabbing the first pillow she could find and settling it under your head so you were comfortable. her thighs either side of your body, her body weight on top of you, giving you a cozy feeling you'd never experienced before. "you don't even know how long i've been wantin' to kiss your pretty lips..." she whispers, her bangs hanging in front of her face. you bring your hand up to her face, nervously tucking the hair behind her ear. "god, you're so fuckin'..." she stops, just taking a second to admire how alluring you looked under her.

her lips dip down to your neck, slowly biting and sucking on the skin. your breath hitches, a small whine pushing past your swollen lips. ellie groans against the skin of your neck. "make more of those pretty noises f'r me." she mumbles, hips rolling over yours, another whine spilling from you at the pleasurable feeling. ellie's kisses move away from your neck, down your body. trailing down your collarbone to your clothed chest to your stomach. her lips stop, hovering right above your pussy.

your heart was beating out of your chest, you back arching a little in anticipation. "how bad do you wan' it? tell me, baby. tell me how much you wan' me." she was totally and utterly obsessed with you, her mind becoming drunk by the thought of you— the mere sight of you. "p-please, els..." you mumbled, voice timid from embarrassment. it was partially expected though, you'd never done anything like this. "i want you..." it was simple but effective, making ellie go feral for you. "fuck—"

she lowers her lips to your pussy, kissing over the fabric of your shorts. watching her through hooded eyes, your pussy throbbing from her touch. "gonna eat this pussy s'good. show you what you've been missin' out on." she groans, the fabric of your shorts dampening as she trails her tongue over the sensitive area. ellie surprised herself, shocked that she was able to dirty talk to you so easily like this. your hips were writhing against the bed, more eager than you've ever been in your entire life. you felt dirty for wanting this, knowing that god was watching you become a total slut for ellie.

ellie's fingers hooked on your shorts, pulling them down slow as slow could be, chuckling as you whined. "ellie. ellie, please." you muttered, begging for her to hurry up. ellie's eyes rolled back, the sound of you begging getting her more aroused than she's ever been. no one's ever made her feel like this before. she was done with the teasing, if not for your sake but for hers. she pulled your shorts and underwear off swiftly, discarding them somewhere to find later.

her eyes locked on your bare pussy, fighting back a moan at the sight. "you've got me so fucked up, babe." she muttered, kissing around your thighs first. you were nervous, breath shallow and quick paced, hungry for ellie but embarrassed nevertheless. your voice was caught in your throat, blinking quickly as you watched ellie kiss all over your thighs. ellie looked up at you and you were able to see that she was just as nervous as you. "is this okay? you can tell me to stop." she sounded sincere, pushing aside her pure need to get your consent.

you nodded, not trusting your voice. "use your words like the good girl you are, yeah?" she's longing to just taste your glistening cunt. "yes— yes, els. 't's okay..." she doesn't waste another second after hearing your shaky voice, tongue urgently dipping between your wet folds. you moan at the contact, feeling like you were on cloud 9. ellie's tongue presses flat against your clit, your hand clamping over your mouth. moans being muffled as ellie savors the sweet noises your dripping cunt was making.

ellie wasn't fond of you muffling your perfect little sounds, wanting to hear just how good she could make you feel. "let me hear you. don't make me punish you.." you don't move your hand away from your sinful mouth. your free hand finds ellie's, interlocking your fingers which she gladly accepts. "c'mon, baby. let me hear you." she encourages once more, lips moving against you with ease, mixture of your wetness and her spit. but to her dismay, you still ignored her commands. her free hand sliding your shirt up your body to expose your breasts, you were never one to wear a bra. her hand kneading the supple flesh, thumb running over your nipple.

she licks a strip from your entrance to your clit, making your thighs shake with immense pleasure. "wanna be a brat?" she mumbles into your pussy, looking up at you through her eyelashes, staring you down as her tongue circles your clit. "what is it they make you do in confession? hail mary's? 5 of 'em, now. or i stop." she smirks, watching the look in your eye become more flustered by her request. you slowly move your hand away from your mouth, not wanting this pleasure to ever stop.

"h-hail mary, full of grace—" you cut yourself off with a moan, eyes squeezing shut as you lift your hips, pushing your cunt further into ellie's face. "get to ruin this pretty pussy." ellie groans. "keep goin'. don't stop." she aids you to continue, feeling your cunt flutter around her tongue. "the lord is with— is with thee..." you continue, stuttering through the words. "good girl, keep goin' f'r me. let me hear you." she continues to egg you on, talking into your pussy. her own moans mixing in with the sound of yours.

"blessed art thou— ellie, please..." you whine, squeezing her hand and throwing your head back into the pillow, back arching off the bed. "c'mon, pretty girl. blessed art thou..." you toes curl at her words and the feeling of her tongue teasing your entrance. "—amongst... amongst women..." you trail off, mind becoming to hazy to even remember the words to the prayer you've prayed everyday since you could talk. ellie smirked into your cunt, relishing in the feeling of being able to turn your mind into mush, being the only one able to turn your mind into mush.

your moans and whines became breathier and higher pitched with each flick of her tongue. your stomach twisting in an unfamiliar knot. "ah, ah, ellie—" your thighs trying to clench together and push her head away, the feeling becoming too much. "you're gonna cum, baby?" she spreads your legs wider, her only greedy want is to make pleasure wash over you. "ellie! ellie! ellie!" you chant her name, eyes rolling back as the pleasurable wave of your orgasm finally hits you, moans loud and unfiltered.

"there we go... yeah, nice an' easy. fuck." she mutters, tongue fucking you through your high until your writhing and pushing her off of you. her lips relocating to your thighs and slowly working their way up to your pelvic bone, soft kisses against your skin. "tasted so good, baby. best pussy i've ever had." she praises, eager to show you just how much you pleasured her even though you technically didn't make her cum. "els..." you whined, face flushed a rosy red. "yeah, baby. 'm right here." she leaves a trail of kisses up your body as she reaches your lips, leaving a soft peck to let you know she was here. "does this mean you like me too...?" you asked innocently. "are you serious?"

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dollveis · 2 months ago

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇 !

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀you've got a fetish for my love

❝ ELLIE WILLIAMS ❞⠀ ✿ you always push ellie away because you're sure you couldn't work together, but maybe you can under the bed sheets. 3.3k words.

pairing. jackson!ellie x fem!reader content warning! mention of consuming alcohol, smut, vague plot tbh, the smut it's actually pretty light and there's more tension and making out than anything, a bit of fluff and maybe angst if you squint, kind of a enemies to lovers but they're not completely enemies (just don't get along), open ending, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), top!ellie, bottom! reader, there's not really a dom/sub dynamic here.

☆ this is the first thing i've wrote in like a year and a half so bear with me please, this also has been sitting in my drafts for two years already and i finished it just now. i hope this isn't that bad! if there's any grammatical mistakes please let me know, english is not my first language, enjoy ♡

The party was obviously Dina's idea. She'd been going on about it for weeks now, how the younger crowd of Jackson needed a break, no one had barely time to just be and exist with all the patrolling, hunting and just surviving in general.

The party is already in full swing when you finally arrive, half the town's twenty-somethings crowding Dina's place. The warmth it's the first thing that hits you, the house is candlelit, the soft cracking of the fireplace and the strong scent of whiskey and woodsmoke fill your nostrils. The sound of laughter echoes from the living room, someone's half-drunk attempt at playing the guitar makes everyone laugh, you hear Dina's voice rising above it all, welcoming everyone, teasing people, just keeping the energy high. She really outdid herself, the whole place is alive in a way that Jackson rarely is.

And you hate it.

“Loosen up, drink a little, talk to someone who isn't your damn horse!” she said when she greeted you and saw that expression in your face, like if you were about to run back to your house.

You immediately thought you shouldn't have come. The party is loud, too loud. It's not that you don't like the people here, you do, for most part, but crowds make you restless and you've spent the whole day convincing yourself that this? this isn't what you need, you should've stayed home but Dina insisted, said you were wound up too tight.

Then your eyes land on her.

So now you were stuck there, standing stiff against a wall, drink in hand and watching the room from a distance like it might swallow you whole.

She's sitting in the corner, half sprawled on the couch, beer dangling from her slender fingers and her other arm resting lazily over the back of the couch, boots kicked up on the edge of a coffee table just if like she owns the fucking place. She's laughing at something Jesse just said, her head tilting back slightly, exposing the column of her throat. It's a rare sight— her guard down, her expression relaxed, warmth slipping through the usual sharp edges.

Ellie.

For a second you let yourself look, your gaze fixated on her. The way her shirt clings to her frame, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her tattoo catching the dim light of the place. The way her fingers absently trace the label on her beer bottle. The way her green eyes flick across the room, scanning, searching, until they land on you.

An hour passes, maybe more, two? you spend most of it trying to avoid her, talking to Dina, Jesse, anyone else but you feel her presence like a weight. Every time you glance her way, she's already looking, every time you move, she's just there and it's pissing you off.

There's a pause, a beat where neither of you look away. Then she smirks. Fucking smirks. She lifts her beer slightly, a silent acknowledgement of your presence, before taking a slow sip. She knows exactly what she's doing, she enjoys watching you bristle. You scoff and turn away, pulse kicking up in annoyance. You and Ellie don't get along, y'all never have, she's stubborn, reckless, too sure of herself in a way that grates on your nerves. Every patrol together turns into a heated argument, every introduction a silent battle. It's not like she's mean, if anything, it'd be easier if she was, but she's just Ellie, all sharp words and cocky grins, pressing your buttons like it's a game. And she's determined to win it. For some reason she never lets up, not with you.

Maybe it's a game of push and pull and you always push first.

You down the rest of your drink and push through the crowd, slipping down the back hallway, you don't run but you walk fast enough that it feels like it, you dodge Jesse's half-hearted attempt to pull you into some drinking game. You just need air, space—distance.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter glaring at the ceiling, “do you ever take a hint?”

The first door you find is half open, a guest room, mostly unused since the bed was neatly made. You step inside, inhaling deeply, relishing the silence, then the door shuts behind you, you don't even need to turn around to know who it is.

Ellie just chuckles, the sound low and amused, “Not when it's this much fun, to be honest,” and you don't even need to look around to know she has that stupid smirk plastered on her face.

You spin to face her, your eyes meeting her intense emerald eyes and your arms crossing tight over your chest, “What the hell do you want?”

She leans against the doorframe, her hand holding her chin like she was pretending to think, “dunno. . . maybe i just like seeing you squirm.”

Your jaw clenches and your fists close, “i'm not squirming.”

You hate how easily she gets under your skin, how quickly she turns the air electric. The room feels smaller with her in it, the tension between you palpable. And the worst part? She knows.

You see her smirk grow, a knowing look in her eyes, she looks at you like if she was able to read your thoughts and body language, like if she knew something you don't. She steps closer, “no?”

You can feel the anger growing inside you, “why do you always do this?” you snap.

Through her lips escapes a soft chuckle as her brow raises, “do what?”

“This. You act like— like —” you exhale sharply, trying to put your mind in order and find the right words, “like you're trying to get a rise out of me.”

You breath hitches, for a moment neither of you move, the tension is thick, suffocating, a rope pulled too tight between you, you're both too stubborn, too reckless, you'd burn each other out before you even had the chance to try.

Another step, now you can smell the mix of beer and whiskey on her breath, the faint scent of smoke clinging to her shirt, “what if i am?” she says, her voice now lower, rougher.

But you don't.

Your heart pounds, your skin prickles, and fuck, you should push her away like you always do.

You take a step forward, closing the distance completely. Ellie doesn't flinch, doesn't back down, if anything she leans in, her usual green eyes now dark and heavy lidded, her smirk fading into something different. Something dangerous.

You don't answer, you can't because she's right and you both know it. So when she tilts her head, gaze flicking down to your lips— when she hesitates, waiting for you— you do the stupidest thing imaginable.

“You gonna keep pretending?” she murmurs close to your ear.

You kiss her.

Ellie kisses like she fights, hungry, restless, all consuming. Her hands grip at your waist, pulling you impossibly close, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt like she's trying to stake her claim. The taste of her mouth makes your head spin. You should stop, you really should, you keep repeating that to yourself in your mind but when she presses you harder against the wall, when she nips at your lower lip and swallows the soft, sweet sound it pulls from your throat— you don't. You won't.

The kiss is not soft, not sweet, there's frustration, months of tension unravelling all at once. Ellie makes a sound low in her throat, something between a gasp and a groan, and then she's grabbing you, fingers curling around the back of your neck, pulling you into her, pressing you against the door. The alcohol on her tongue is dizzying, her body solid and warm against yours and fuck, maybe you should stop. Maybe this is a mistake— but when she bites at your bottom lip, hands slipping under your jacket, pulling, teasing, demanding, you know there's no going back.

Your hands move on their own, fisting into the front of her shirt, yanking her closer, until there's barely any space left between the both of you. You feel Ellie exhale sharply against your lips, a quiet, breathy curse before tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Months of pent-up frustration unraveling with every movement. Her hands now drag under your jacket, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, her rough and calloused fingers grazing over your bare skin. The touch sends a shiver through you, your breath hitching as she maps the contours of your waist, ribs, back and dangerously close to your chest.

“Fuck,” Ellie mutters against your mouth, voice husky and almost desperate, “you're—” she cuts herself off, biting at your lip again before pulling back just enough to look at you.

Your chest rises and falls in tandem, lips swallowed and face flushed. And, God, that sight was delightful for her, she could feel herself getting wet just by looking at you, her pupils are blown wide, green eyes dark and unreadable as they flick between your lips and your gaze. She's still gripping at your waist, still pressing you into the door, but there's hesitation now— like she's waiting, like she's asking, like she needs you to make the next move. You exhale, reaching up, letting your fingers tangle in the short hairs at the nape of her neck. She shivers under your touch, just barely, and something about that sends a thrill directly to your core, making you bolder and almost demanding.

Somewhere between kisses and touches she starts backing you up slowly, steady, until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and your stomach tightens.

You tug her back in, Ellie groans softly as your lips crash together again, her hands gripping tighter, wandering and exploring beneath your shirt, sometimes her hands traveling to graze your chest. She moves like she's trying to memorize you, like she's been waiting too long for this moment and doesn't want to waste a second of it.

Ellie pulls away slightly, breath ghosting over your lips, “tell me to stop.”

You obviously don't. Instead, you hook a finger into her belt loop and pull, letting yourself fall back onto the mattress, bringing her down with you. She lets out a breathless chuckle, bracing herself with her hands on either side of your head.

“Yeah?” she murmurs, voice teasing but still rough around the edges, like she's barely holding herself together.

And that's all she needs. She kisses you again, even deeper this time, slower, like she wants to savor it. The weight of her body presses into you, her thigh slotting between yours and pressing it softly against your core, the heat of her touch setting your skin ablaze.

You swallow, breath shaky, “yeah.”

She takes her time now, trailing her lips down your jaw, your neck and collarbone, her hands moving and groping deliberately, teasing your nipples over your shirt. You arch into her touch, finger gripping at her shirt, nails dragging lightly down her back.

Ellie exhales shakily, her lips barely brushing against your skin as she murmurs, “I knew you wanted me.”

And Ellie doesn't hesitate at all now, the second your words leave your mouth, she moves— lips tracing a slow path down your throat, hands now gripping your waist with just enough pressure to keep you grounded. The heat between you is unbearable, every inch of your body hyper aware of her. She really takes her time, dragging her fingers along the hem of your shirt but not directly touching, she's just teasing, testing. Like she's giving you again the chance to change your mind, like she wants you to stop her and you won't.

You laugh, breathless and heady, tilting your head back as she marks your neck with her mouth, “shut up and prove it.”

You tilt your head back, giving her more room to work, breath hitching as her lips graze over your collarbone. Your fingers curl into the fabric of her shirt, tugging her closer, needing more, she grins against your skin, clearly pleased, before shifting her weight just enough to pull your jacket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

The room is quiet except for your breaths and soft moans, the faint crackling of a candle in the dresser, the muffled sound of the party still going outside. It feels like another world, distant, unimportant. Right now it's just you and her.

Ellie leans back to look at you, her green eyes searching your gaze, “you sure?”

And that almost makes you roll your eyes, isn't the whole situation obvious enough?

That's all it takes. She kisses you again, her hands slip under your shirt, fingers warm against your skin as she softly gropes your tits, sending a shiver down your spine. You press into her touch, drinking in every sensation, every little sound she makes as your hands wander, lifting the hem of her shirt, feeling the taut muscle beneath. She groans when you drag your nails down her back and the sound sends a rush of heat directly between your thighs. A slow, aching need building, making your head spin.

You exhale, heart pounding and voice low, “Ellie.”

Clothes come off in slow, teasing increments— shirts and pants slipping, fingers tracing new paths along the bare skin. You shudder at the warmth of her mouth trailing lower and lower, her lips leaving marks you know won't fade by morning. She's restless, enjoying every reaction, every gasp and sharp inhale.

The bed creaks slightly as she shifts, settling between your thighs like earlier, her weight pressing you deeper into the mattress. When her knee makes friction with your wet and aching pussy, you gasp, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her back down to you, lips meeting in a heated, breathless rhythm. She moves like she wants to take her time, like she's been waiting for this moment as long as you have but neither of you have the patience for that.

Just heat. Just the press of her body against yours, just the slow, aching rhythm her tongue sets, the way she whispers your name like it's the only thing she knows. Just her.

When she finally, finally, presses closer, when her wet mouth meets your core through your panties, when her fingers tighten against your hip,it's nothing like fighting. There's no sharpness, no stubborn push-and-pull, there's no battle to win.

She pulled away her mouth for a moment, enjoying the sight of soaking wet panties, your own fluids mixed with her saliva. With her free hand she began to rub up and down your slit, the thin fabric of your underwear making the friction even more delicious.

The way she was edging is making you crazy, she finally decide to move the fabric aside, she iz quick to attach her warm mouth directly to your, already, sensitive clit as her two of her fingers make their way to the entrance of your needy hole. A gasp escapes your lips when you feel her calloused fingers teasing it at the same time she sucks and licks your clit. The humid sounds of her mouth making your arousal grow even more and she knows.

She finally stops teasing your entrance and she slips one finger inside you, slick dripping down to her wrist. She was quick to find your spongy spot and she presses exactly where you need and while a soft moans leaves your lips, she inserts another finger, feeling how your walls clench against her digits.

Her lips let your clit go for a moment, she speaks in a lustful, almost velvety, tone, “i prefer when you're like this and not fighting me back,” and you can't even fight or bite back, you just whimper in response and she grins before going back to work.

The feeling of her fingers pressing your g-spot as her lips latching onto your bud quickly turns to be too much, you don't even know where to grip, you feel like you need something to keep you grounded, your whines and whimpers music to her ears.

She leans in, pressing her forehead to yours, breaths mingling, eyes half-lidded as she watches you, “you're so fucking stubborn,” she murmurs, her voice rough and teasing.

And you don't know how much time passes but the room is warm, your breath stutters as Ellie moves against you, her fingers shifting slightly inside you, every touch, every word, sending a wave of arousal. She's steady, controlled, like she's savoring every second, like she's engraving this moment in her memory. You, on the other hand? You're unravelling, your hands grip at her naked back, your fingers pressing at her warm skin, desperate to keep her close, to pull her even closer. She responds with a quiet, breathy chuckle, but there's roughness to it, a slight tremor beneath her confidence that tells you she's just as lost in this as you are.

Ellie hums in agreement against your pulse, her grip tightening at your waist before she started to move again inside you, it was slow and measured but intentional, the way her fingers curl inside you pulls an embarrassing sound from you, but she swallows it with her mouth, kissing you deep, hungry. She doesn't let up, doesn't rush, just takes her time learning you, every sound, every shiver, every spot that makes your breath hitch. It's infuriating and intoxicating all at once, the way she knows exactly what she's doing.

You let out a shaky laugh, tilting your head back as her lips find your throat, “look who's talking.”

And when she finally pushes you past that point, when you can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything but feel her, when you're about to hit ecstasy— she murmurs your name against your skin, like it's a confession, like she's giving you something she hasn't given to anyone else. When the tension finally shatters, your fingers curl against her back, scratching her, pulling her down into you as everything blurs, melts, breaks. She helps you to ride your orgasm, cooing you with sweet words and praises even if everything you can say it's just “hah-ahh” and moan.

The aftershocks leave you both breathless, tangled in each other, skin sticky with heat and effort. Neither of you move for a long moment, just lying there, letting the world settle back into place around you. Ellie shifts first, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder before resting her head against your chest. Her fingers trace lazy forms over your side, absentminded.

You exhale, your body still trembling slightly, you lift a shaky hand to run through her hair, pushing damp strands from her forehead. Silence lingers between you, but it's not uncomfortable. It's new, uncertain, but not something you want to pull away from just yet.

The auburn haired girl lets out a slow breath, pressing a kiss to your marked collarbone before murmuring, “still think we don't work?”

You huff a quiet laugh, shifting beneath her, “i still think you talk too much.”

Your stomach tightens at that, at the way she asks like she already knows the answer, like she's bracing herself. You hesitate, your fingers playing with her hair.

She grins, biting lightly at your shoulder in retaliation before settling back down, “yeah, sure,” a pause. Then quieter, more serious, “you're not gonna run, are you?”

You don't know what this is, what it means, if it even means anything at all. Maybe you'll still fight on patrol, still push each other's buttons, still refuse to admit how deep this thing between you two really runs.

But right now, here, in the quiet warmth of this bed? You don't want to leave.

“No…” you finally murmur, feeling the way her body relaxes against yours at the answer, “not tonight.”

And for now, that's enough.

Ellie hums, pressing one last kiss to your skin before sighing, “good.”

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orphicsun · 2 months ago

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saw someone saying they wanted farm ellie to manhandle them… fic request??

𑁍𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 / 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𑁍

Ellie was the talk of the town, though that didn't mean much in a settlement of a mere 500. Though many people wore flimsy tank-tops and boots covered in a work day's mud, most were men. Ellie knew what the older folks had to say about her, and yet she still found it in herself to park her 70's Ford Ranger, her pride and beauty, outside of your father's farmhouse before starting a long day of shoveling, handling, herding, and operating.

Today, you sit on the top step of your cream-white wooden porch. You lean your head against the railing, observing Ellie at work.

There she is as always, in a thin tank top that clings to her when the sun beats down on the field. Half of her hair is tied back into a messy bun, and her bangs nearly cling to her forehead. She occasionally fans herself with her shirt, making you swoon in the process. One sight that catches your eye, however, is the shine of her belt buckle. The base is a solid black oval with gold flower embellishments prodding throughout. However, in the middle lay an amber moth. You've always wondered why she likes that specific buckle so much, and it intrigues you (plus, you like eyeing up her waist).

You watch from a distance as Ellie looks up at the sky, probably in her own thoughts or wishing for some summertime thunderstorms. However, you can't look away before Ellie catches your gaze. Her eyes make your cheeks burn, the skin already hot from the July heat. It isn't the first time she has caught you staring, and it certainly won't be the last.

You rise from the porch and approach her, giving a sheepish but rather sweet smile.

Ellie huffs out a laugh as you wave, and hunches down to set the small square bale down. "This yer new ritual now, miss? You gonna lure me into that house of yours for sweet-tea like yesterday?" She teases, voice thick and sweet like honey straight from the comb.

"C'mon! You've been working for like, five hours. You can handle a ten minute break, can't you?" You know you sound pathetically hopeful, but your crush on Ellie makes it difficult for you to filter your words. Her lack of complaints don't help, either.

"You know I can't do this everyday, as much as I enjoy our tea parties. Now, head on inside. Your father would be pissed if I let you sun burn. That sundress ain't protectin' you." Ellie points out, and butterflies flutter in your stomach. So she did notice the dress.

"What if I wanna stay out here with you?" You question, a soft, rising lilt in your voice in hopes it'll soften her like butter.

"Miss, please. I have to finish up with these hay bales." She reiterates, though it is currently taking everything in Ellie not to indulge in your request.

"Well fine, then. But I'm not leavin'. You'll have to drag me back into that house." You state firmly, crossing your arms.

Ellie's brows rise, and she scoffs softly. "Drag you in, huh? This is your last chance."

You only offer up a cheeky smile, feet planted on the ground. Please pick me up, please take the bait, please, please, please-

Just five seconds later, you feel a strong hand hook under the back of your legs and lift you with ease. You let out surprised laughter, Ellie not holding back from her own snort, and Ellie hauls you over her shoulder like a bag of scratch as she walks through the grassy fields and into the farmhouse.

"You're strong, jeez! I didn't know someone standing at a simple 5'5" could throw me around like this." You tease.

Though you can't see it, Ellie glares and flicks the back of your thigh with her fingertip. You don't complain any further, happy with yourself.

Ellie carefully sets you down on the couch and you tug on her hand before she can walk away. "You can't just bring me in here and not have tea."

And with the way she sighs, defeated but amused, you know you're going to get your way.

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enchantedlov3r · 9 months ago

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This has been on my mind all day thanks to this moodboard. by @bambiwrites

warnings: spitting, smut, strap on sex, tribbing, oral(r receiving), dom!ellie, sub!reader! enjoy cuz this was very slutty.

just thinking about officer!ellie williams coming home to you after a rough and long day of dealing with crazy people, from crazy coked-out addicts to extreme chases to even dealing with a robbery.

thinking of her just coming up the stairs seeing you laying in your shared bedroom and seeing your pretty eyes staring at the tv while playing with your wedding ring.

you turn to her when you see her leaning against the door and you smile at her greeting her with sweet words and asking her about her day.

"hi baby! how was your day? not too stressful I hope?" you say as she makes her way to the bed disbanding her belt and taking off her vest leaving her in just her uniform, shoes long gone.

"it was more than just fucking stressful mama, it was exhausting and just a pure damn nightmare." ellie expresses to you as she scoots closer to you laying on top of you and spreading your legs to slot herself and rest her head on your stomach.

you frown at her words and run your fingers through her hair. pretty auburn locks furrowed and frizzy. slightly wet from the heat most likely being sweat.

"oh love, I'm so sorry. anything I can do to help you? want a massage?" you ask trying to lighten her mood and make her feel better.

that's when as if in a cartoon, a light bulb pops up over her pretty head. she needed those words to come put of your mouth.

she had just the perfect thing. "yea baby, you just lie back and let me release my stress on you yea?" she asks.

you smile and lay down as you watch her slide further and further down pushing the covers back so you can see her face as she pulls down your pajama shorts.

boy were you not prepared for what she was going to do next...

"oh f-fuck ellie, t-too much, I can't take it, please ellie omg r-right there-fuck!" you cry out feeling your third orgasm come to light for the night.

and what's not surprising is that you've cum three times just from ellie's tongue alone with the rare featuring of her fingers inside you.

but boy you definitely were not ready for the overstimulation and the number of times ellie made you cum, you lost count after the first four.

then came out the strap and when ever that thing was brought out, it meant you wouldn't be able to fucking walk afterwards.

you cry and scream out not even fearful of getting caught or complaints from your neighbors.

the whole neighborhood knows ellie's name by now. hearing ellie's grunts and moans and dirty fucking words as she rams into you abusing your pretty pussy like a fucking bull.

the feeling of her silicone cock deep inside you hitting spots inside you that no one could ever hit like ellie.

the feeling of ellie's wet pussy against yours as she grabs and massages your breasts, spitting and licking your perked up nipples.

ellie getting all messy, letting saliva drip from her tongue lading between your pussy lips as she rubs her wetness against you making you moan out her name in a broken way.

your voice horse and raspy from screaming all night. ellie's eyes rolling to the back of her head, thoughts and stress completely gone.

the stamina ellie had on her was a little concerning but hey! you never questioned it, especially when she was making you feel this good, scream this loud, and make you the happiest woman alive.

ellie now finally out of the stress and lust-filled haze she was in, takes you both to the shower and gets you cleaned up and then you both head back to bed to have to get up for work all over again.

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r3starttt · 9 months ago

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RIDING CAM-GIRL! ElLIE

CW: use of strap. finger sucking. dom! ellie. hair pulling. praising. degradation. | taglist

"Just like that baby, come on" she groaned against your skin. The phone on her hands showing your boobs bouncing at each thrust. Your legs burning, tired- you can't stop, it feels too good.

"taking me so good, huh? atta girl" the callouses of her fingers digging into the flesh or your ass, guiding up and down her strap. a white ring covering it, your cream dripping down her thighs.

you slammed harder on her strap, the sensation against her clit eliciting a delicious moan that hit directly to your ear.

"So eager isn't she? -fuck- hear that?" Her hand shifted behind you. her face moving over your shoulder to make sure she was showing each thrust closely.

her hand guided you to ride her strap slowly, the creamy sound making her laugh bettwen kisses. the skin adorning your neck now bruised, wet. "feels good? yeah?" Ellie cooed.

her phone now in front of your face, all fucked and sweaty. baby hairs sticked on the thin layer of sweat covering your forehead, your eyes with a doe-ish look, begging for more. you nodded

"so dumb un my cock can't even speak? mhmm look at you" Her digits caressed your skin, barely touching at your hardened nipples before she was grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to look straight at the camera "tell 'em how's that feel babe, tell 'em how you're such a slut for my cock"

her grip tightened, making it hard for you to speak properly. stupid blabbers brushed past your lips, making your pleads sound like gibberish.

your arousal growing at each thrust you made, practically forced to tease yourself. each movement slow yet deep.

she let go of your now drool covered lips, her fingers pulling at your hair "Wanna cum?" She mocked "p-please" the flash of the camera blinding you. but oh how pretty you looked like this for her.

"yeah? then you're gonna make yourself cum" her voice harsh "come on"

the wet sounds of your pussy taking her cock mixing with your choked out moans filling the room. she aimed the phone between your bodies, your skin glistening. "fuck, look at her. such a slut" she groaned.

you cried out a bunch of fuck's, feeling the depth of her strap hitting your insides deliciously as you fucked yourself on her cock. If only she could feel you, feel how greedy you're sucking on her.

the camera showing all fhe right angles, but your too focused on making youself cum for her- too focused on her mutters “fuckin’ taking my cock so well? fuckin' made for me isn't she?"

your nails instictively digging on her skin at the warmth growing on your lower smatch. your hair being pulled as a response "You're close? yeah? such a whore" all you could really do was nod, fucking pathetic.

the thought of it alone had her so railed. the feeling of your nipples hiting her own, your sweat mixing at each thrust, the way it hit her clit just right.

your hips thrust against hers looking for more. desperate to cum and feeling your legs shaking.

through her lips brushes a tired grunt, her fingers intertwined in your hair pulling it, forcing your head to tilt back. the camera shows your breasts, she's too focused on her own pleasure now, on using you to cum with you she doesn't even care about the angles anymore.

loud moans spilling from bith of your lips, your pussy clenching around her cock, the silicone fully covered in your juices now. pulsing and creaming all over the silicone "s-such a fucking good girl"

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megalomaniacz · 1 year ago

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I would love an ellie x reader x abby fic, something super smutty, but modern day. I don’t mind unique details, I will give your free reign on those I just want something powerbottom abby x masc top ellie.

click me!

um okay. so this is actually so unnecessarily long like why did i do that also it’s terrible please don’t beat me up okay :( it’s um definitely something guys if u hate it i’ll delete it I SWEAR I SWEAR

inexperienced!lesbian (me asf) reader x ellabs, reader orgasm, lowkey mean ellabs but ignore that, i didn’t even do the request properly everyone throw tomatoes at me :(

2k words!

nsfw!

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The time on your phone flashed 11pm, and underneath it was a flash flood weather warning. You had been watching the news closely and carefully, but even they didn’t predict this.

“I thought they said it would clear up around 10.” Ellie joins you on the couch, a bag of fruit gummies in her hand. You nod, but don’t take your eyes off of your phone. “That’s what i thought too. I don’t know, maybe I can make it home before it gets too bad.”

Just as the words leave your mouth, Abby walks back into the living room. She rips a piece of paper towel off of the stand in the kitchen, drying her hands. “Or you could spend the night here and not end up swimming home.”

Ellie snort laughs but you bite your lip. “I don’t want to intrude. Suddenly having someone else in your private space for longer than planned? Sounds overstimulating.”

Abby joins the both of you in the living room, a bottle of water in hand. She plops herself down on the loveseat, manspreading and leaning back. You feel a knot twist in your stomach. “I don’t mind having you here for longer. Els?”

Ellie tosses a gummy in her mouth before responding. “You’re a pleasure to be around.”

Abby and Ellie wanted to ease your nerves a bit, and proposed a game of two truths and a lie. Fairly simple, you tell a person two truths and one lie about yourself and they have to guess the lie. A half hour had passed and you felt yourself loosening up around them. Laughing at how ridiculous they were being.

“No, i swear it’s the truth. I shook hands with him and everything.” Ellie holds her hands up innocently, insisting she didn’t lie.

Abby shakes her head, bringing a hand up to rub her temples. “Ellie, you did not meet a robot at the grocery store. That man was probably lying to you for fun, or some social experiment.”

You giggle, watching as Ellie put a gummy to her tongue to wet it, then throws it at Abby. “Youre a jerk.”

Suddenly, Abby has lifted herself from her seat and is tickling Ellie’s sides. All of you have burst into laughter, tears rolling down your cheeks at their dynamic.

After Abby’s satisfied with herself, she lets up on Ellie, joining you both on the couch. “Okay, your turn.” Abby looks over at you, placing one of Ellie’s gummies in her mouth.

You take a moment to think of something clever, biting your lip. “Hm.”

“Okay I got it!” You exclaim.

The girls grant you their undivided attention, anticipating your answers. “Okay, so. I’m bilingual. I’m allergic to certain coins and, i’ve never been kissed.”

The two look over at each other, confusion all over their faces. “Fuck.” Ellie leans back. “I’m gonna have to say you’re lying about the coins.”

Abby shakes her head, shooting Ellie a side eye. “Seriously? The last one is obviously a lie, I mean look at her.” You feel yourself growing shy at her statement. “You guys sure about your answers?” You smile, raising your eyebrows.

They both nod, creepily at the same time, and it makes you laugh before your reveal. “I’m not bilingual! English is the only language i speak fluently, but i have been taking some Swedish lessons.”

Ellie bobs her head. “Shit, that’s cool. So wait, what coins are you allergic to?”

You don’t even get the chance to answer before Abby chimes up. “Wait, you’ve never been kissed?” She stares at you, bewildered. “Seriously?”

You nod. “I’m pretty inexperienced. I ofcourse, don’t like men, and I came out pretty late so…” You trail.

You can actually see the devious gears turn in Ellie’s mind. She looks over at Abby and it’s as if they’re communicating with their minds. You wonder for a moment if people truly do have powers, because it seems they came to a very silent agreement just now.

“Abby’s a wonderful kisser.” Ellie blurts out, smiling at the blonde. “And a pretty damn good teacher.”

Maybe they didn’t agree on everything, because after that statement Abby shot Ellie a look that could kill. Ellie just laughed it off, lovingly tapping her shoulder.

“Oh.” You whisper nervously, unsure how to respond. Truthfully, you had been admiring the two of them ever since you’d met them. You were so eager to visit their apartment tonight, making sure to spray on your best perfume. Wearing a cute new outfit that was casual but not loungey. Planning it on a day where you knew the weather would be bad, all with the hope that you’d get to spend the night.

You were also nervous, and inexperienced in this department. What if you fucked it all up?

“I’m sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable.” Abby chimes up, noticing your body language. You were fiddling with your hands, avoiding their gaze. “I’ll make Ellie sleep in the old doghouse outside if that’d make you feel better.”

You giggle as Ellie hits Abby’s shoulder. “Hey, not out in the rain. Maybe in the closet in the hallway.”

“Oh, you’re going back in the closet?” Abby laughs which causes Ellie to roll her eyes. You watch them stick their tongues out at each other and feel warmth in their friendship.

“You guys didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to say.” You blurt. The two of them stop goofing and look over at you. Ellie’s got a smug face. “Do you want Abby to teach you how to kiss?”

Butterflies, a swarm of them, rush to your stomach. You try not to look her up and down but your eyes betray you. Soaking in Abby’s tall muscular figure. The way her legs are spread open and wide like she’s daring you to sit in between them. Her blue eyes burning holes into your skin. Anticipating your answer. You bite your lip. “Yes.”

Abby remains composed, but Ellie’s enjoying herself way too much. Moving to the loveseat so that you and Abby can have the couch to yourselves. She looks at both of you, then at you, then at Abby, then at you again. “Wait, do you want me to go-?“

“No.” You say, a little faster than you mean to. “I mean, you don’t have to leave, if you don’t want to.”

Abbys only focused on you now. Eyeing you up and down as you scoot closer to her. “Here, get comfortable. Straddle me.”

You know Ellie’s looking. You can feel her piercing eyes on your spine. Watching your every move, examining you from behind. “Straddle?” You ask, a bit unsure. You’d read the word in a couple books, but never looked up the definition. You realized that was damning you now. Fucking up this very moment.

“Sit on my lap, facing me.” Abby guides you. “Put your legs outside my legs.”

So this was the tummy turning move you’d seen in porn. It felt as good as you’d imagined it would. Your hands latch onto Abby’s shoulders, looking into her pretty blue eyes.

“You okay?” She asks, hands gripping onto your waist to steady you. Her fingers are brushing against the skin underneath the hem of your shirt and the contact is driving you crazy. You just nod, too afraid to open your mouth, knowing your words will spill out. You’re everything but composed right now.

“Okay. Just let me know if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She smiles.

You nod again, and establish an understanding. She moves a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in, and places a soft peck on your lips. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that exciting but it sent jolts and waves of pleasure through your body. Your first kiss. She pulls away and smiles at you. “How was that?”

“Great- good. Grood.” You stammer. She chuckles a bit and you feel hot with embarrassment. “I meant to say- Fuck i don’t even know.”

She rubs at your sides, licking her lips and looking at you with low eyes. “Don’t worry about it, alright? You ready for more?”

“Yeah.” you breathe, head growing fuzzy from her touch. Her fucking touch, fuck. Gentle, but firm. Guiding you so carefully. So kindly.

“Okay. Open your mouth a little bit.” She whispers inches away from your face. “Yeah, just like that.”

You feel like you’re about to melt, a moan stuck in your throat, swallowed by the blonde. Her lips meshing with yours, guiding the kiss. The hand on your hip gripping tighter. She thrusts a bit, attempting to pull you in closer, and you whine into her mouth. This causes her to dig her nails into your skin, scratching at the tender surface.

By now, you’d forgotten Ellie was still in the room. You’d forgotten where you were, actually. Completely lost in a state of bliss. Her tongue on yours, teeth nibbling at your lip, touch making you weak.

She pulls away for air, and you remain leaning forward. Missing her lips on yours.

“Someone’s eager.” She teases. You bite your lip, scratching your nails on her scalp. “Sorry.” you breathe in a low voice. She shakes her head, tutting and rubbing your cheek. “Don’t apologize, it’s cute.”

Abby calls Ellie over, and you can feel her dip into the couch next to you both. Her cheeks are a flushed red and her eyes look fixated on you.

“Where are you the most sensitive?” Abby asks, shooting a small smile to Ellie.

“Why don’t we let me find out? Is that okay?” Ellie asks. You nod, breath growing heavy. There’s no fucking way this is real, you’re dreaming. You have to be. These two are working together to get you worked up.

You can sense Ellie behind you before you feel her hand slide under your neck. Fingertips on your chin, leaning your head to the side. She places a kiss behind your ear and it makes you shudder. “Fuck.”

They both laugh. This evil, menacing, condescending laugh and it’s making your thighs clench on Abby’s legs. “Ellie, you’re teasing the poor thing. She can’t handle it.” Abby places her hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as they were before.

“She can handle anything we give her, right?” Ellie’s moving her lips further down now. Trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, hands sliding up to grab your breasts through your shirt. You throw your head back, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“She’s so sensitive because she’s never been touched. Bet we can make her come without ever having to take her clothes off.” Abby’s hands begin sliding up and down your inner thighs. You feel a wetness pool in your underwear. “You’re probably right Abs. She’s already so worked up and we’ve barely done anything.”

Are they…mocking you? They’re fucking mocking you.

Ellie hums against your neck, hands slipping down to your leg, making you straddle Abby’s thigh. Abby places her hands back on your waist, hiking up your leg and making you grind against her.

You whine, head falling back against Ellie’s shoulder, but she offers no comfort or sanctuary. Hands kneading your tits while she leaves wet kisses on your jaw. “She’s probably soaked right now.” Ellie breathes.

Abby nods, admiring the way you give into their touch. So willing to be their fucktoy. She looks down at your crotch and hums. “She’s got a wet spot on her pants.”

“Such a shame. They look brand new. Now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

It’s embarrassing to admit it, but you’re close now. The way your slick has covered your panties and is spreading all over your clit, Abby’s hands on your waist grinding you against her, Ellie’s mouth on you. Her hands on you. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there.

“I’m gonna-“ Can barely leave you lips before your climax hits you. You shake, dig your nails into Abby’s shoulder. Cry out an “Oh god, fuck!” and roll your eyes back as they help you ride your high.

Your body goes limp while you try to catch your breath. Everything is sensitive and you feel like you’d just seen stars.

“You did so good, baby.” Abby leans in to kiss you, and then Ellie behind you. “Ready for round two?”

Round what?

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breathinlove · 1 year ago

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band!ellie headcanons and smau

read this

sinopse: ellie williams is the lead singer in a band (+some texts with her). i lost the resquest im so sorry!

cw: nsfw after the texts with warning! swearing, ellie's a changed woman after you, reader works in a record store and ellie's a simp.

part 2

band!ellie who is obviously in a band with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who had cat in the band when they started, but they had massive drama when they broke up. (they're on good terms now tho! trust).

band!ellie who had a phase where her and jesse liked dina the fans call it throuple era

band!ellie who got matching flash tattoos on her very first serious show with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who is kind of a fuckgirl and looooves her fans iykwim.

“just until i find the wife.” that's her lame excuse.

band!ellie who is the type of girl to have groupies and sign their tits.

band!ellie mets you at the fuckass record store where you work.

"is that you?" you gather the courage to ask about what she was buying and she smiles proudly. "it's our debut album." "congrats." you sigh before lifting your head to continue. "i bought one this morning when they came in, thought it looked cool." and she has to ask for your number cause why the hell did that make her heart melt.

band!ellie who just looks like she's never kissed before when you're the one to initiate the first kiss. (:0)

band!ellie who 3 dates in invites you to one of her local shows, having you in the front line (eye contact goes insane...).

band!ellie who makes her thristy fans they bite their tongue when she leans over to you at the edge of the stage. singing to you, fingers on your chin.

band!ellie who soon enough is on tour and texting you less. you try to move on (you're soooo wrong for that because she's just busy and thinking about you).

band!ellie always talking about you to dina and jesse.

“i need to get back to my girl.” she's so delusional too.

band!ellie who is instantly only focused on you, weirdly adding your name in every cover of romantic songs they do at rehearsal.

band!ellie who the first thing she does when she's back is run to the record store.

“how was the tour?” you asked, she's leaning on the counter and you take a step back. she replied with an “i missed you.” and you're not even hesitanting anymore.

band!ellie who wastes no time asking you to be her girlfriend after you cuss her out because she was late to one of your dates (she thinks it's hot asf).

band!ellie who is soooo daddy upstage but you know she wants and NEEDS to be babied.

band!ellie who notices you were upset she had a show your birthday, so she called you on stage and serenaded you as if she was justin bieber… flowers and everything. (she sang “one less lonely girl”)

her fr^

band!ellie who when she's out and fans stop her… she's so sweet and attentive but she wouldn't want to be late to see you

“sorry girls, the wife is waiting i have to go.”

texts with band!ellie

nsfw (cw: cunnilingus [e!receiving], strap on sex [r!receiving]. switch!ellie!!!!).

band!ellie who absolutely loves good luck head when you're backstage.

“baby just needs some encouragement, am i right?” you ask softly between open mouthed kisses on her lower stomach and thighs. she nods. “yes… need your tongue.” she grunts, thrusting her hips. you start licking and kissing her slit and she can't help but grind against your tongue until she cums all over it.

band!ellie who loves it when you ride her strap too, but she has to switch out and completely dick you down… with permission after not touching you for so long.

“please let me fuck that pussy.” she knows you're getting tired, since you didn't even slap her hand when she started rubbing your clit. “come on…” she spits down your clit. “tired, babe?” you nod breathlessly grinding on her lap. she fucks up into you “tell me i can fuck you…” but she's already doing it?? “f-fuck me, ellie.” and now she's grining and holding you flat. “damn, this pussy's split open.” as she bottoms that shit deep in you. she will fuck you stupid.

a/n: this is a lot but i enjoyed doing it... and.... my phone's charged!

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k3n-dyll · 1 year ago

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Sub!Ellie with a Breeding Kink[drabble]

|| Men, minors and ageless DNI

CW: AFAB reader, sub!Ellie, dom!reader, just brainrot so not really proofread, no y/n usage, Ellie calls reader "mama" kinda, strap on

Word count: 313 Masterlist Divider Creds

Ellie with a breeding kink but she's also so, so submissive to you.

She'd look at you crazy if you said that she couldn't feel when you sank down on her strap, your juices already starting to gush down the black silicone shaft. Ellie would swear on everything that the feeling was real. She could feel your walls pulsing around her, sucking her in so deep that you start to see stars. The girl would moan like she could feel it too

"Please ride me, baby, yes - ohmygod"

Those green eyes would be fixated on your cunt, watching intently as you stretch yourself on her girth. The poor thing doesn't know where to focus when you start moving, every part of you looks so perfect bouncing on top of her. Using her to make yourself feel good. It takes everything in her to keep her hands to herself, as she was told to "look not touch". She hated when you tortured her like this but she's such a good girl that she suffers, her long fingers gripping at the bedsheets no matter how badly she wants to grab onto your hips or your waist, or those perfect fucking tits of yours.

"God, you're so fucking perfect...so perfect- fuck" she'd murmur through heavy breaths, her hips unconsciously grinding upwards to meet you halfway. Her thrusts only become harder the more the base of the strap bumps against her clit at the perfect angle. "Wanna get you fuckin' pregnant"

She'd get so delusional about it too. Of course, she's well aware that she can't, but in the moment, she'd die trying if you let her. Mumbling and begging like a madwoman. Her voice cracking, tone becoming more and more pathetic as she pleads with you through gritted teeth to

"Let me make you a mama, baby, please... lemme fuck a fuckin' baby into you"

Ugh I need her so bad lol

#ellie wiliams x reader #wlw #ellie williams #lesbian #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷drabbles #ellie williams smut #i need her biblically #tlou2 smut

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boricuasirena25 · 17 days ago

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[since someone asked for moodboards to represent the characters vibes]

2000s nerd ellie moodboard

𖦹 ༘⋆ ᯓ ⋆ ✶ ˚｡⋆⭒ - link to readers moodboard

ntm it was hard to find images 😞

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trinnityn · 2 months ago

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YOU -E.W

Warnings; 18+ content.Stalker!Ellie, Perv!Ellie, Choking, Strap usage R! receiving, Pantie stealing, Alcohol, Slapping, Cheating, Semi-Outdoor sex, Subtop!Ellie, Use of Y/N

heavily inspired by YOU (the netflix series) first time writing.. kinda nervous. sorry if theres any mistakes in the comma placings and horrid writing😭 english isnt my first language.

On a chilly, calm night, A series of nonstop cries had awoken the couple. Ellie's eyes wandered to Dina. Rocking their little baby boy back and fourth, but. truthfully? her mind wasnt occupied by her wife.

Rays of sunshine kissed your pale complexion as you longue with a book in hand. another reaching for a glass of martini. Ellie's eyes have been on you ever since the day she saw you. that moment plays in her head on loop, constantly. like a broken record she was memorizing every possible detail. Was it love at first sight? yes. she's convinced it is. yet, Ellie's musing was paused by Dina's voice.

"Ellie! stop staring like an idiot and help! go grab JJ's diapers for me." Ellie's expression remains unbothered as she rises from the surface of the couch. her footsteps making the old oak underneath creak slightly.

She ascended up to the flight of stairs in a slight rush before pushing the door to their shared bedroom open. Clammy hands slowly opened a drawer as she looked down at the bunch of diapers organized there. Desperately forcing herself to not take a look, but. one peak wouldn't hurt, right? She poked her head to the window, where the view led right to your backyard. There you are.

All dolled up. Wearing a frilly bikini set. Oh, how she would die to tear it apart and spread out. fucking you right then and there where anyone could walk in. anyone could see. No! Ellie shook her head frantically as she turned her attention back to the diapers. Grabbing one as she hurried back down the stairs

Ellie was met with a frown etched on Dina's expression as she snatched the diaper away from Ellie's hand. "Took you long enough." She mocked with a slight scoff. Ellie sighed as she uttered out an excuse "I'm sorry. I forgot which drawer it was." Dina's eyes shot back a glare as she raised her voice "Well it doesn't take that long to open every drawer and check, Ellie."

Ellie sighed internally. Only you. could ever get me to deal with this her. her inner dialogue ran. Ellie stared back blankly before she opened her mouth, her wife had already interrupted. "You know what? fuck this. you never care. im gonna stay with joel for a while." Dina stormed out with JJ in her arms as she slammed the door shut.

A rush of joy coursed through Ellie's nerves, was her wife mad at her? yes. but she gets to spend time with You. She waited impatiently to hear the sound of Dina's car driving out of the garage. She heard her cue before hastily rushing out of the house and immediately knocking on Your door, And there You are. Skin slick with sweat and water as a towel hung around your neck, your hair adorned with a flower clip as the water drips from your ends down to those.. what size are they? Ellie gawked as her mind wandered onto that single question.

You giggled slightly as you teased, "Hey, els! What's so interesting?" Ellie instantly snapped back. "just had a fight with my wife.. sorry. I really need someone to talk to." Ellie fought back her desires and glee underneath the guise of a saddened wife.

Your eyes shined with empathy as you wrapped an arm around ellie's neck, cooing softly. "aw.. im so sorry, els. come in, we can have a chat while i take a dip." Ellie's senses we're filled with the heavy scent of alcohol. as Ellie's eyes gazed into yours, she pondered "you're drinking? what did your husband do this time? i could treat you better, Y/N."

as Ellie's feet surfaced the cold, slippery area of the pool, you retracted your arm and quickly dove into the pool with a splash, resurfacing up with a smile etched on her features, along with a giggle. Ellie's heart leaped in joy at the sight. feeling heat rush up to her cheeks as she responded with an equally big smile.

You folded your arms onto the pool's return lines, smiling widely as you questioned "So. What triggered the fight in the first place? if you don't mind me asking." Ellie took a seat on the Daybed as she spoke half-heartedly "Uh. No, I don't mind. You know just the usual. I didn't bring JJ's Diapers fast enough so she got pissed and said Ididn'tt care- which is not the case by the way."

You hummed at Ellie's alibi. "well. I think she's just going through a lot.. and you haven't spent much time with her? You really need to. it's super important." Ellie nodded before murmuring softly, her smile growing to a small frown "Yeah. I just wish she'll come around soon for me to even make it up to her."

"I'm sure she will, soon," you spoke reassuringly before she rose up from the pool, water cascading every nook of her body. Ellie held her gaze low as she twiddled with her hands nervously, taking every inch of her being not to ogle at the sight. She heard the sound of liquid being poured, turning to her side to glance, you were pouring a cup of tequila. Before handing it to Ellie with a smile "Fuck. stay calm Ellie, stay calm, Stay calm." Ellie's thoughts ran like a train

"lets drink all this out of our system. how about that?" You sat next to Ellie with a grin, one hand gripping onto the bottle of tequila as you spoke enthusiastically. "You're gonna drink all of that? isnt it too much?" Ellie questioned, her voice laced with concern. you giggled and shook your head "no, silly! there's barely any left." you narrowed the bottle to a light source, the light shining through as it revealed the bottle barely had any liquor left.

Ellie nodded as you counted down with triumph. "one, two, three!" Ellie placed the glass against her lips as the burning liquor flowed down her throat. Her gaze turned back to you, who had already withdrawn from the bottle. Your eyes hazy, lips puffy, cheeks burning a rosy tint. "she's gonna look worse even better. when I fuck her so hard she'll even run out of tears to cry." Ellie thought.

Ellie's mind felt cloudy as she began to lose control, alcohol breaking into her system over time. You giggled uncontrollably as your words started to sound like a blur to Ellie, though she snapped back as she heard a clank and the sound of glass breaking. You blubbered in pain as you held you wounded hand, Ellie immediately rushed by your side to tend to it.

"ouch, els... i was being stupid." you cried out as Ellie spoke in a panic "uhm do you have a medkit somewhere?" you nodded "in my medicine cabinet its in my room. on the second floor." Ellie quickly rushed indoors as she went up the stairs leading to the master bedroom. opening the medicine cabinet with ease, her eyes darted to the dirty laundry basket. "why not grab a little trinket for myself?" Ellie's hand briskly tucked a pair of dirty panties into the pocket of her jeans before retrieving the medkit and rushing back down the stairs to tend to you again.

Ellie made quick work of caring for your wound, gently wrapping the bandage around, afterwards you smile slightly "thank you, els.." slurring your words, the alcohol intoxicating your mind and Ellie's. Ellie nodded. eyes looking up in awe into yours as she murmured "you're gorgeous." You smiled earnestly as your promixity grows closer, your nose bumping to hers in a moment of silence. Ellie's Gaze trailed down to your lips before she leaned in.

Closing the distance within Eachother. as she closed her eyes shut, desire taking over her every being. your arms wrap around Ellie's neck, holding her closer. Ellie's hands grew touchier. feeling every curve and dip, though the moment was abruptly interrupted as you pulled away from the kiss, looking into Ellie's eyes, questioning and pleading for a sign of consent.

Ellie, stuck in a trance, nodded frantically. god.. it feels like you put her in a spell. "fuck.. cant believe this is coming true. fuck yes-fuck" .Ellie bolted at the chance to pin you down onto the Daybed and attack your neck with marks and kisses

"hurry..." Ellie whined, elongating the word as she ran her hands down your torso. eventually reaching the hem of your bikini bottoms. You nodded, whispering in a soft tone. "take them off.."

You hummed in satisfaction as Ellie tore the flimsy fabric apart, revealing your puffy, wet slit as she takes in the sight. studying your whole being, every curve, every mark, every imperfection becomes perfection in her eyes, you could do no wrong, you have no flaws.

her own crotch throbbed at the sight as she palmed on it. feeling the back of her strap on and rubbing it against her own clit as she panted softly. Your hands slowly trail to your bikini top as you lifted it over your head, your breasts jiggling slightly at the release.

Ellie groaned at the sight as she neared her climax. You turn to her, fully undressed as she immediately stopped her movements. "what were you doing?" You questioned with a slight tilt to the side of your head. "nothing." Ellie's hands found place on your torso as she rubbed it slowly with her thumbs.

You slowly rose from the Daybed before flipping your positions. putting Ellie underneath and pinning her down onto the Daybed, You leave a small trail of lovemarks within the column of Ellie's neck. Soft groans left Ellie's lips as she rutted her hips desperately against your bare pussy. Feeling the bulge in between Ellie's legs, you reach to unzip her pants.

Her strap on sprung free from the confines of Ellie's jeans As you giggle teasingly "you've been wearing this the whole time? who knew you were so prepared." Ellie grabbed a hold of Your hips as she immediately slammed you down, your face contorted to bliss, mouth forming an 'O' shape at the sudden intrusion. "yeah." Ellie uttered out in a shaky, breathy voice.

You took over, Bouncing up and down on her cock within your own pace, Ellie laid back. Enjoying the view as her hands maneuvered your hips. her eyes glued to your tits that sprung up and down with every thrust. Enchanted wih the sight of them, her mouth opened to speak but nothing came out, her thoughts ran wild as she let out a small groan, stiffling her urges.

You noticed Ellie's dilemma, grabbing her hand and leading it to her tits as she cried out "touch them, touch me." Ellie's face Heats up a pink, rosy tint as she squeezed and landed a small, experimental slap against the two orbs. Looking up to your eyes, searching for approval.

You were way too lost, though. Your moans, screams echoed through the athmosphere of the cold night as you rode Ellie's silicone length. Tears welling up in your eyes as your body gave up on you, your movements stilling "cant do it anymore, els.." Ellie's hand placed a stinging slap to your twitching bud as you recoiled from the impact, letting out a long whine. Ellie's cunt throbbed at tbe sight before rubbing small, apologetic circles on Your clit as her thumb danced above the rosy bud.

"Please, els.. just fuck me." You pleaded and pleaded until your pleas turned into incoherent whines. Ellie hesitated before thrusting her hips into Your sopping cunt, harshly jabbing Her strap deeper. Ellie looked up at you in admiration, The way your back arched, and how tightly your holding onto her thighs for leverage. God. she wanted to do more.

Her hands snaked around your hips again as she held onto them like a vice. letting out soft grunts at every thrust up into your bruised cervix. Ellie let out soft whines seeing the sight before her as her whole being tremored in excitement.

Ellie grunted, pressing her lips into a thin line as her eyes focused on each and every expression that came across your features before begging breathlessly "can i touch you more, please?" You let out a shaky chuckle, muttering out "stop asking, els. yes, you can." your hips lightly moved, turning Ellie's cock in your pussy to different spots as Ellie paused her thrusts. Ellie poked a specific, spongy area as she grabbed your hips. Resulting in a loud whimper from your lips. Ellie's hold tightened as she thrusted into the same spot, abusing it as she watched you grew more vocal. Ellie's mind was clouded with a vision she couldnt help make but make it come true.

Ellie wrapped a hand around Your neck tightly, Borderline bruising as she thrusted in and out of your poor, sopping cunt. squelching sounds grew and so does the wetness of your well-fucked pussy as you neared your climax. Ellie's Thrusts grew lazier as she whined, squeezing your throat tighter in retaliation, though not enough to injure you.

Ellie's thrusts grew more frantic as she felt her own climax near, whimpers and whines drawn out of her weary throat. Ellie let go of the hold on your throat as her back arched, she gushed against the back of her strap. You pulled Ellie into a deep kiss as she hummed in satisfaction, questioning into the kiss "did you cum..?" You giggled as you slowly regained your pace, riding Ellie, you muttered breathlessly "no.. not yet." Your supple cheeks bounced with every thrust as Ellie groaned, feeling the strap on hit her clit with every thrust landed. mewls escaped Ellie's throat as you sped up, "Im coming, Ellie!" You screamed, your voice ripping through the serene, calm night. liquid gushed out of her twitching bud wetting Ellie's lap. not like she minds, though.

Ellie stilled as she processed everything "fuck.. did i really just have sex with her...? fuck-fuck-" Ellie basked in the afterglow, admired your sweat slicked skin as she looked up to the sight of you panting. "im the one who made her that breathless? shit- i already wanna go again." Ellie's mind was a fog. partly from the alcohol in her system, the other part? she just fucked the girl shes been obssesing over in months.

All those times she's stalked you through your home security camera's, turning something to ensure your safety against you. huh, it wasnt a waste majoring in Electrical Engineering afterall. Ellie was bought back to reality the moment she heard your soft voice whispering. "hey, creeper. so how long have you been into me?" Ellie's cheeks flushed a soft pink as she took in your hand to place a small kiss to your palm. "since.. 8 months ago, maybe."

you giggled happily before mumbling in a weak, soft tone. "same goes here for me." Ellie's eyes widened slightly as she spoke in excitement. "wait- so are we a thing now?" Ellie quickly paused "fuck. i sounded too desperate." her thoughts ran nervously.

you shook your head as you whined "you have a wife, silly. if you dislike her soo so much.. if you wanna be with me so badly, then.. divorce her." Ellie's expression dropped. her goal was now, of course; divorce dina but-

A kiss was pressed against Ellie's lips, putting a pause to her thoughts. as you inquired gently. "you dont have to choose now.."

Only writing a part 2 if this doesn't totally fumble😭

-XOXO, trinnifer💋

#ellie williams #ellie willams x reader #the last of us #stalker!Ellie williams #fem reader #ellie wiliams #Ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #perv!Ellie williams

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☆ ┆ KISSING IN THE BATHROOM. ellie williams — “ are you ready to cry? 'cause i'm no good. "

𔓘۫ ⊹ 𓈒 things get a little complicated and confusing after Ellie fucks you at that bathroom party, you can't stop thinking about her. MINI SERIES : FIRST PART. 8.8K WORDS.

featuring. tattoo artist!ellie x afab!reader content warning ! MDNI, smut, angst, fluff(?), reader is described using a dress and a skirt, ellie doesn't seem emotionally available, lack of communication, commitment and abandonment issues from ellie's end, she's actually pretty much an awkward loser with a cool appearance, average wlw situationship tbh, ellie pseudo flirts w a random girl, top!ellie, bottom!reader, reader is a bit of a brat, strap usage (r!receiving), tit play, degrading names (slut, it's used like twice tho), ellie refers to her strap like her dick/cock, petnames (baby, sweet girl, etc), breeding kink, mention of joel abandoning ellie and i think that's all??

❀ after two years i decided to write a second part for kissing in the bathroom 😭 i just randomly found inspo for it and idk, someone might still be interested and have fun reading it 'cause i sure did have fun writing it, either way i think this is a bit all over the place??? this is also kinda based in my experience with my gf before we started dating so this is pretty much based in real events i fear but enough yapping!

The bathroom air is thick with the scent of alcohol, weed and something more, something sweeter, maybe Ellie's cologne. The tile is cold against your back, a stark contrast to the heat still lingering between your bodies. Your breath still uneven, your mind spinning and even a little confused— not because of the drinks but because of her. Ellie Williams, the city's most sought tattoo artist, the same Ellie who barely spared you a glance when you approached her earlier, now she's standing in front of you, her hair messy and damp from the sweat, adjusting her belt with lazy fingers, her pupils blown wide.

Her gaze looks up from her belt, looking at you, her expression unreadable, “you good?” she asks, her voice rough from booze, weed and whatever else she's taken tonight.

You nod, though good isn't exactly the word to describe how you are feeling. Your heart is still hammering, you can still feel the imprint of her lips, her hands, the weight of her body pressing you against the bathroom's counter.

Ellie runs a hand through her messy hair in an attempt to fix it and she exhales sharply, like she's grounding herself. Then, just like that, she turns toward the door.

“That's it?” those words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. God, you want to hit your skull against the wall, stupid, stupid.

The freckled girl freezes for half a second, then she laughs— not cruelly but not exactly nice either, more like she's amused that you'd even ask that, “yeah, that's it,” she glances back at you, raking over your figure, taking in your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips and your bruised neck, “unless you expected something else?”

You swallow hard. You didn't expect anything else, not really if you were honest, but there's still a sting at how easily she's slipping back into her detached, too-cool persona. You just shake your head, “no. Just making sure.”

Ellie gives a lopsided smirk and reaches for the doorknob. Before she leaves, she pauses, “if you ever want a tattoo,” her voice low, “you know where to find me.”

And then she's gone. You stay there for a moment, gripping the edge of the sink, trying to process what just happened because this isn't just some random girl at a party, this is Ellie Williams, you just can't believe it.

The party is still going strong when you finally step out of the bathroom, music thrums through the floor, the bass of the song vibrating through your chest but everything feels a little off now. The lights are too bright, the voices too loud, the crowd too suffocating or maybe it's just the fact that Ellie was nowhere to be seen. Now you're not really sure of what you expected, maybe for her to stick around, maybe for her to acknowledge you but she's disappeared like smoke and now you're standing here, feeling raw in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol in your veins.

You don't stay much longer after that.

The morning after the party you wake up with a dull ache in your head and Ellie still lingering in your mind, the sharp lines of her jaw, the ink decorating her skin, the way her fingers pressed against you. It's ridiculous, really, you barely know her and yet she's stuck under your skin like ink sinking too deep to fade.

You spend half the day trying to shake it off— running errands, scrolling through your phone, convincing yourself that last night was just that: a night. But then your fingers are typing ‘Ink & Desire’, her business’ name into the search bar before you can stop them. It doesn't take long to find, the website is sleek, with a black and white theme, filled with pictures of Ellie's work and her two coworkers but it's easy to recognize hers, sharp and intricate designs, those are undeniably hers. Below that, a small section labeled Booking Information:

Appointments only. No walk-ins. Currently booked out for a week.

Of course, city's most popular artist wouldn't just be sitting around waiting for someone to wander in. Stil, before you can even try to talk yourself out of it, you're clicking the booking link, filling out the form with shaky hands.

‘Name’, you hesitate before typing it in. ‘Preferred artist’, Ellie Williams. ‘Design idea’, you pause again, the truth is you don't even know what you want, just that you want her to be the one to do it. After a moment, you type ‘Something small, fine line. Open to ideas’.

You hover over the Submit button. This is insane, you think to yourself, she probably won't even remember you and even if she does, last night was just a hookup— it wasn't an invitation for anything more. Still, you press send.

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A week passes, and you try to not check your email every ten minutes. When a response finally comes in, your heart kicks up.

‘Hey. I've got an opening Friday at 6. That work for you? — E’

Short. Direct. No indication of whether she remembers you or you're just another client but you don't let yourself overthink that.

‘Yeah, that works. See you then’

And when Friday comes, you're standing outside Ink & Desire ten minutes early, heart hammering. You take a breath, push open the door and step inside. The shop is buzzing— tattoo machines humming, the scent of antiseptic and ink filling the air. A couple of other artists seem to be working on some clients, their stations cluttered with ink caps and paper towels stained with black and red.

Then, there's Ellie, she's at the front desk, flipping through her sketchbook. When she looks up and sees you something flickers across her face, recognition maybe, but it's gone just as fast, replaced by something unreadable.

“You're early,” she says, closing her sketchbook with her gaze still fixated on you.

You shrug, trying to seem casual despite the fact your stomach is twisting itself into knots, “didn't want to be late.”

She leans against the counter, arms crossed, “alright. You said fine line and small piece, got anything in mind or you're trusting me?”

You meet her gaze, pulse racing, “trusting you,” her lips twitch ever so slightly, something like amusement or approval. Then she nods towards the chair in her station.

Ellie's station is tucked near the back of the shop, dimly lit by a warm overhead lamp. Sketches and stencils are scattered across her workspace, some half finished, others crisp and ready to ink, something about the whole space was making you feel closer to her, like watching it was giving you a sight inside a part of her brain. You sit down in the chair, heart pounding just a little too fast.

She grabs a stool, rolling up beside you, “where do you want it?”

You blink, realizing you haven't even thought about a placement. You swallow and then extend your wrist, “here… maybe?”

The girl takes your hand without hesitation, tilting it slightly in her grasp. Her fingers are calloused but her touch is surprisingly gentle when she runs her thumb over the inside of your wrist as if she's mapping out the space.

“This works,” she mutters, more to herself than to you, then she pulls out her iPad and starts sketching.

You watch as she works, completely focused, the same way she was that night at the party except this time it's also different. This time her attention is completely on you, on your skin, on creating something meant last. After a few minutes, she turns the screen towards you, it's a delicate design— fine lines, a mix of floral and geometric elements, simple but pretty.

Your throat goes dry, “that's perfect.”

Ellie nods like she already knew it would be, “alright, let's stencil it on.”

She moves through the process with ease, cleaning your skin, pressing the stencil down, smoothing it with her fingers. When she peels it away, you glance down at the faint purple outline on your wrist.

“This is your last chance to back out,” she teases when she sees you looking, a slight smirk on her lips as she adjusts her machine. In response you just shake your head, her smirk lingers but she doesn't say anything else, just turns on the machine, the buzz filling the air. Then she starts.

The first few seconds are sharp, tiny needles pricking into your skin, not unbearable but definitely there. You exhale, trying to relax.

When she feels your action, she glances up, “not too bad, right?” she asks.

You huff, a bit out of breath, “i've had worse.”

Ellie chuckles under her breath, “yeah, i bet.”

She keeps going, her touch steady, her focus unwavering. The shop hums around you— the other artists chatting with their clients, music playing low from a speaker in the corner, but all you can focus on is her, the way she leans in close, the way her brows furrow slightly in concentration, the way she occasionally glances up, making sure you're okay. The whole thing takes maybe twenty minutes but it Feels both longer and shorter at the same time.

When she finally leans back, wiping down your skin with a paper towel, you glance down at the finished piece, it's stunning, crisp lines, delicate shading, every detail perfectly placed.

“Damn…” you murmur, unable to hide your smile.

Ellie arches an eyebrow, “yeah? you like it?”

“Like it? i love it.”

She grins a little, and for a second, it feels like that cold, untouchable version of her from the party isn't here right now. Just this version, the one with ink-stained fingers and a quiet kind of pride in her work.

She tapes a bandage over the tattoo and sits back, “alright, you're all set, I'll give you aftercare instructions at the front desk.”

You nod, but you don't move right away and neither does she, there's something in the air, unspoken, heavy.

Then Ellie clears her throat, breaking the moment, “come on.”

You follow her to the front, where she hands you a small aftercare sheet and rings you up, the price is steep but for Ellie Williams’ work it’s more thaspeakin

As you pull out your card, you hesitate for a second before speaking, “so, uh…” you glance at her, “are you always this professional or just when you're sober?”

Ellie stills for a second, then she exhales a quiet laugh, shaking her head, “you're really bringing that up right now?”

You shrug, looking away for a moment, “just curious.”

She hands you your receipt, her fingers brushing yours, “what happens at parties, stays at parties,” she says, voice low.

And you don't know why that stings, but it does. Still, you manage to force out a smirk, “got it,” you say as you grab the receipt, turning to leave but when you reach the door, Ellie's voice stops you.

“Hey,” you glance back, she's leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, “if you ever want another one,” she says, “i'll bump you up the waitlist.”

Your heart skips, you don't know what it means, if it means anything at all, but still you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips, “yeah,” you murmur, “i think i will.”

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It takes about three days for you to cave and text her on instagram. Not about the tattoo, that's healing just fine, the lines perfect against your skin, it's her that's messing with your head, the way she looked at you when when she said she'd bump you up the waitlist, like maybe and just maybe, last Friday hadn't been just another appointment for her. But Ellie is not easy to read so you keep it simple and a bit casual.

‘hey, the tattoo's healing great. just thought u should know your work is still perfect :)”

To be honest, you don't expect a response, the first time you texted her a month ago she completely ignored you but barely a minute later, your phone vibrates.

‘yeah? you've been taking care of it?’

You huff a small laugh.

‘obviously, i don't wanna ruin ur art’

This time, Ellie doesn't answer right away and you're about to chalk it up as just a casual check-in when another message comes through.

‘you free tonight?’

Your stomach flips, you weren't expecting that.

‘depends, why?’

Another pause, then—

‘come by the shop when i close, 9pm’

She doesn't give any more details but you don't really need them, your body moves before your brain catches up, already heading to your closet thinking what the hell you're supposed to wear when Ellie Williams text you out of nowhere telling you to come over.

At 8:58PM you're outside Ink & Desire again, heart hammering in your chest, your hands fixing your sundress or gripping your purse. The Closed sign is flipped in the window but the front door is still unlocked. When you step inside, the shop is quiet, dimmed lights, Ellie is at her station, wiping down her equipment. When she looks up and sees you something flickers in her green eyes.

“You actually showed.”

You arch a brow, stepping further inside, “did you think i wouldn't?”

She smirks, setting down the cloth she was using to clean, “most people don't like late-night invitations with no explanation.

You shrug, chuckling, “guess i'm not most people.”

Ellie watches you for a beat, like she's trying to figure out what to do with you, then she nods towards the back, “come on.

The girl leads you through a doorway, past a break room, until you reach a small patio. It's quiet out there, the city noise softened by the high walls. There's an old couch pushed up against the brick, a few stray potted plants and a neon ‘Ink & Desire’ sign hanging above the door, casting a dim blue glow over everything.

Ellie sits down on the couch, stretching her legs out, looking completely at ease. She pulls a joint from her pocket, lighting it before glancing up at you, “smoke?”

You hesitate for a moment before sitting next to her, “yeah, sure.”

She passes it to you, watching as you take a slow drag, the silence between you isn't awkward— it's charged, thick.

“So,” you exhale, tilting your head at her, “you invite all your clients for late-night smoke sessions or just the ones you've fucked in a party bathroom?”

Ellie lets out a sharp laugh, shaking her head, “you don't let shit go, huh?”

You smirk, passing the joint back, “nope.”

She takes a slow drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs and then exhaling it towards the sky, “no, i don't do this with clients.”

Your pulse jumps at that. Ellie flicks ash onto the pavement, then glances at you, her voice lower now, “you been thinking about that night?”

Your eyes open slightly and you swallow hard before answering, “maybe.”

She hums, studying like she's been waiting for something. Then, slowly, she reaches out, her fingers brushing over your wrist, the one she tattooed, the touch is featherlight but it manages to send a shiver up your spine.

“Looks good on you,” she murmurs, tracing the edge of the design.

You breath catches, this is dangerous territory, you can feel it but you don't stop her, instead you shift slightly, closing a bit of the distance between you, “Ellie…”

Her emerald eyes meet your gaze and for a quick moment, it feels like she might close the distance completely but then, she exhales, leaning back.

“Fuck,” she mutters, dragging a hand through her hair, “this is probably a bad idea.”

Your stomach tightens at her words, “why?”

Ellie flicks her lighter open and shut, not meeting your eyes, “because i don't do… this. I don't do people.”

Your throat feels tight, almost as if a rope was around it but you force out a casual, “you did me.”

She snorts, shaking her head, “that's different.”

“How?”

She doesn't answer right away, just looks at you, something conflicted flickering in her green eyes and then— soft, almost too quiet— “because i haven't stopped thinking about it either.”

Your breath catches, the air between you is thick again, charged, electric, but this time Ellie doesn't pull away. This time she leans in and when she kisses you, slow and deep, you know you're in trouble.

Ellie kisses you like she's trying to find something out, slow at first, then deeper, more certain, like she's decided she doesn't want to fight it anymore. Her hands curl around your jaw, finger rough and calloused, grounding you in the moment.

Your head spins but not from the weed, it's her. The way she moves, the way she tastes like smoke and something undeniably Ellie.

She pulls back just enough to search your face, her breath warm against your lips, “you sure about this?”

You don't hesitate at all, “yeah.”

That's all she needs. Ellie tugs you onto her lap and you go willingly, hands threading into her hair as she kisses you again, harder and needier this time. Her fingers dig into your hips, pulling you closer like she can't get enough. Her hands start to roam, to grip, slipping beneath your dress, shamelessly touching your ass or inner thighs.

You don't know how long you stay like that, tangled in each other, the cool air doing nothing to dull the heat between you both but eventually Ellie exhales against your skin, resting her forehead against yours.

“This is a bad idea,” she mutters, but she doesn't sound like she really means it.

You smirk, fingers tracing the edge of her jaw, “then why'd you invite me here, huh?”

She huffs out a laugh, shaking her head softly, “because i'm fucking stupid apparently.”

You grin, but there's something behind her words, something hesitant, like she's waiting for the other shoe to drop so instead of pushing, you soften, “Ellie… I'm not expecting anything from you.”

She studies you, eyes searching, “you're not?”

You shrug, “i just like being around you.”

Ellie exhales again, her shoulders loosening just a little, “yeah,” she murmurs, “i kinda like having you around too.”

It's quiet for a second, then she nudges you, “you wanna stay for a bit? hang out?”

You smile, “yeah, i do.”

So you do, you sit there with her, passing the joint back and forth, talking about nothing and everything. The city hums around you, but in this little back patio, it's just the two of you.

You don't leave the shop until well past midnight, Ellie walks you to the door, hands shoved in her hoodie pocket, her expression enigmatic as she leans against the frame, “so,” she says glancing at you, “was this a one time thing or…?”

One of your brows arches, “you tell me.”

Ellie exhales a short laugh, “you're a pain in the ass, you know that?”

You just smirk, “and yet here we are.”

She looks at you for a second— really looks at you, then she huffs, running a hand through her auburn hair, “you wanna get food sometime?”

Your stomach flips but you keep your cool, crossing your arms over your chest and tilting your head with a cocky smile, “are you asking me on a date, Williams?”

Ellie scoffs as she rolls her eyes, “Jesus, you make everything difficult.”

You grin, “you're deflecting.”

She rolls her eyes once again but doesn't deny it, “you want food or not?”

You pretend to think for a second, just to mess with her, “i think my schedule is free… yeah, i want food.”

Ellie nods, satisfied, “good, i'll text you.”

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And with that she steps back inside, letting the door swing shut behind her and you stand there for a quick moment, grinning to yourself before heading home.

The next few days pass in a weird, anticipatory haze, Ellie doesn't text back immediately but you're not surprised, something tells you she's not the type to jump into things quickly. Still, when her name finally pops up on your phone, your heart stutters.

‘theres a diner near the shop, come by tomorrow night’

Short. Straight to the point. Classic Ellie.

You reply without hesitation.

‘sounds like a date :)’

She doesn't text back, but when you show up the next night, she's already there, sitting in a booth by the window, picking at the label of her beer bottle.

She glances up when you slide into the seat across from her, “hey.”

“Hey,” you echo, shrugging off your jacket, “so, this is your usual spot?”

Ellie shrugs, “yeah. Open late. Decent food. They don't ask questions.”

You smirk, “that last part sounds suspicious.”

She rolls her eyes, “you ask too many questions.”

“You keep saying that and yet you keep inviting me to places.”

Ellie laughs and nods her head, “yeah, i guess i do.”

You order food and conversation flows easier than you expect. She tells you about how she got into tattooing, how she started sketching designs as a teenager, how an old friend convinced her to take it seriously. You just listen, fascinated, watching the way she gestures when she talks, the way her eyes light up just a little when she mentions her work.

At one point she catches you staring, “what?”

You shake your head, smiling, “nothing. Just… I like hearing you talk about this.”

Ellie scoffs, but there's a hint of pink at the tips of her ears, “yeah, well, it's the only thing i'm good at.”

You frown, “i doubt that.”

She meets your gaze, “yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She doesn't respond right away, just holds your stare for a second too long before glancing away, taking a slow sip of her beer and for the first time since meeting her, you get the feeling that Ellie Williams really doesn't quite know what to do with you.

After dinner she walks you back to your place. It's chilly and, at some point, she shrugs off her hoodie and hands it to you without a word. You pull it on, breathing in the faint scene of her cologne mixed with smoke.

When you reach your building, you hesitate on the doorstep, looking at her, “you wanna come up?”

Ellie hesitates too, “not tonight.”

You nod, trying to not let the disappointment show, “okay.”

She shifts on her feet, then reaches out, fingers brushing over your wrist, the same spot she tattooed, “text me when you're home,” she says, voice quiet.

You smile, “Ellie, I am home.”

She rolls her eyes, but there's something soft in the way she huffs out of breath, “you know what i mean.”

You do. So, you nod, stepping back, watching as she shoves her hands in her pockets and starts walking away.

And just before she rounds the corner, she glances back, smirks and calls out, “keep the hoodie.” Yeah. You're in trouble.

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After that night you obviously don't receive an immediate text. You tell yourself you're not waiting for it, that it's not a big deal but that's a lie, you find yourself checking your phone more often than you should, catching the faint scent of her hoodie when you wear it around your apartment. It's ridiculous how much she's gotten under your skin in such a short time.

And when her name finally appears at the top of your screen, it's almost infuriating how casual and nonchalant she is about it.

‘u doing anything tonight?’

You bite your lip, staring at the message, willing yourself to be cool about it.

‘depends. u finally decided to see me again???’

Her reply comes pretty fast.

‘don't start, u coming or not?’

You grin to yourself, already reaching for your jacket.

‘where to’

Ellie quickly sends an address, a bar a few blocks away from the shop.

When you arrive the place is exactly what you expected from Ellie— dimly lit, a little grimy, but with a solid crowd and decent music. When you walk in she's already at the bar, a beer in hand, dressed in her usual hoodie and jeans combo.

She spots you with her eyes and smirks, “didn't think you'd actually come.”

You slide onto the stool next to her, slipping your jacket off your shoulders and putting it on your lap, “please, like i'd miss a chance to see you,” Ellie shakes her head but in her eyes there's something, amusement? maybe something else.

You order a drink and the conversation comes easy, she tells you about a client she had earlier, some guy who wanted a giant, badly drawn wolf across his chest. “I tried to talk him out of it,” she says, taking a sip of her beer, “but dude didn't care, just wanted it big.”

You laugh, “did you do it?”

Ellie groans, tilting her head back, “yeah, against my better judgement. I should've made him sign a waiver saying i wasn't responsible for ruining his life.”

You smirk, “bet it still looked good, because… you know, you're kind of a genius.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes with a downturned smile, “you're so fucking annoying.”

“You love it.”

She doesn't respond immediately, just takes another sip of her drink, eyes flickering over you, “maybe,” your stomach flips.

For a while you just sit there, drinking, talking, existing in the same space. Ellie doesn't feel like she needs to fill the silence and neither do you, it's comfortable in a way that surprises you. At some point, she leans in slightly, her knee bumping against yours, “you wanna get out of here?”

Your breath catches, but you don't let it show, you just tilt your head, “where to?”

Ellie shrugs but there's something deliberate in the way she looks at you, “anywhere but here.”

And just like that you're following her outside, into the cool air of the night.

You end up at her apartment, a small place above the tattoo shop, it's cluttered but live-in, sketchbooks piled on the coffee table, an old guitar propped against the arm of the couch, some comics and dinosaur figures on her shelves.

Ellie kicks off her boots, looking at you, “you want a drink or something?”

You shake your head as an answer, stepping further inside, taking everything in. There's a sketch taped to the fridge, something floral, delicate, half finished, you recognize the style immediately, “you draw at home too?” you ask, glancing over at her.

Ellie shrugs, rubbing the back of her neck, “yeah, sometimes.”

You turn back to the sketch, “this one's beautiful.”

She watches you for a moment, then exhales, “i was thinking about making it a tattoo.”

“For a client?”

Ellie shakes her head, “for you,” your chest tightens, you meet her gaze, searching. She almost looks nervous, like she's debating she should've said that at all, “i mean— you don't have to, obviously, just thought… you might like it.”

You step closer, your voice almost a whisper, “i do like it.”

The girl in front of you swallows, her eyes locking with yours, “yeah?”

You nod, “yeah.”

Sometimes shifts in the air, the space between you feels smaller, tighter. Ellie reaches out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering just a little too long but neither of you move.

Then, she breaks the silence, soft— uncertain, “can i kiss you?”

Your breath catches, “Ellie…”

She shakes her head, “just— tell me if this is too much, if you don't want this, i'll back off.”

You don't hesitate at all, “i want this,” Ellie exhales almost like if she was relieved, like she was bracing herself for another answer. Then, finally, finally, she closes the gap.

The kiss is slower this time, softer, less rushed, less fueled by alcohol and bad decisions. It's careful, deliberate, like she's memorizing the feel of you.

At some point you need to back away slightly, searching for air, Ellie's eyes are locked with yours, both of your breaths uneven. There's silence for a moment, no movement, just tension, then— she takes a step closer, your back hits the fridge before you even realize you're moving, the cool surface pressing against your overheated skin. Ellie's hands come up, caging you in, one palm braced against the fridge and the other curling loosely around your waist and without more thoughts, Ellie crashes her mouth against yours, her mouth hot and desperate, this second kiss is not that soft, not that slow, there's teeth and tongue and need. You gasp against her lips as she presses closer, her fingers digging into your hip.

Her hands are greedy, sliding under your shirt, feeling your breasts, her calloused fingers playing with both of your nipples, caressing, pinching, teasing them, the stimulation makes you gasp softly and tip your head back as her lips move down your jaw and throat.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” Ellie mutters against your skin, voice thick in desperation and need. She nips at your pulse point, then soothes the sting with her tongue.

Your fingers find the hem of her hoodie, tugging it up and Ellie takes the hint quickly, pulling back just enough to yank it over her head along with her shirt, she doesn't even give you a second to admire her before she's back on you, hands roaming, mouth finding yours again.

The way she touches you, like she's been starving for this, like she's been holding back— makes your stomach flip. Your own hands are just as frantic, feeling the hard lines of her naked back, the flex of her muscles with every subtle move she does. Ellie groans when you dig your nails in slightly, the thigh she has between yours and her hips pressing forward instinctively, the friction making you gasp and she takes advantage of it, slipping her tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss until you're both breathless.

Her hands slide lower, gripping at your bare thighs, and before you can react, she's lifting you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around her waist as she presses you harder against the fridge, her lips never leaving yours.

“Fuck. I—” you break off with a sharp inhale as her teeth graze your collarbone, biting just enough to leave a mark.

Ellie chuckles, the sound dark and velvety against your skin, “that's the plan, sweet girl.”

She carries you to the couch, laying you down with a look in her eyes that promises you're not gonna forget this night. Ellie hovers over you, a smirk tugging at her lips as she takes in the way you're sprawled out beneath her, already looking like a mess even if nothing happened yet. Her hands are firm on your hips, her body pressing down just enough to keep you pinned.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement as her hands start to roam between your thighs, pulling your skirt up just enough to show her your laced, and already wet, panties, the sight delightful for her, “didn't take much to get you like this, huh?”

Heat flares in your stomach when you feel her fingers tracing up and down your slit over your panties, teasing you painfully, you glare up at her, “shut up.”

Ellie chuckles, shaking her head as she keeps going with her ministrations, “nah, i don't think i will,” she dips down, brushing her lips over the shell of your ear, “you're too fun to mess with.”

Her fingers tug at the hem of your shirt, helping you take it off, she looks at you for a moment, how perfectly your tits sit there, like they are waiting for her. She starts dragging slow, lazy circles around your nipples but not directly touching them, just teasing you to watch you squirm.

You huff, shifting against her, looking for some friction, relief, “Ellie—”

“Ellie what?” she interrupts, smirking, “use your words, baby, c'mon, i know you can do that for me,” she says sweetly.

You bite back a groan, your voice breathless, “please fuck me, just—” and she does not even wait, she quickly gets up, almost pacing to, what you assume, her bedroom. It doesn't take long for her to return, this time a strap peeking out of her unzipped jeans.

She's quick to be all over you again, your head tilting back against the couch as she kisses down your neck, taking her sweet time. Her teeth graze your skin again, and this time, she doesn't stop at just two mark— she leaves another, and another.

“Gotta make sure everyone knows what a mess you turn into for me,” she whispers against your throat, her voice laced with satisfaction, “wouldn't want anyone getting any ideas.”

With one of her hands she manages to properly pull out her strap out of her jeans and ssomeho to completely take off her pants without getting away from your body. You feel the tip of it grazing your cunt over your blue panties, that subtle touch arousing you even more.

She easily, without even needing to look, she pulls your underwear aside, the air hitting your wet pussy, you're able to feel how she positions the strap to your aching whole, the thought of her having inside you making you clench around nothing.

She doesn't rush it, doesn't force it, she lets your cunt accommodate to the girth and length of her dick, slowly putting it deeper and deeper inside you, every inch making you gasp, a small ‘oh my god’ escaping your mouth. But it's not even really hard for you to be able to take it completely, your pussy already so wet making it easier to slide inside and she smirks when she notices it.

When she starts thrusting, her hips hitting the plush of your inner thighs, you grip at her arms, trying to keep yourself grounded somehow but Ellie just laughs, her breath warm against your skin, “what happened to all that attitude, huh?” she teases, nipping at your jaw, “you've been so mouthy all this time. Now you're just gonna lay here and take my cock like a slut?” every thrust she makes feeling like it hit deeper each time.

You glare at her, your eyes a bit glassy from the pleasure, “maybe— oh— i don't wanna feed your ego,” you somehow manage to pronounce.

Ellie grins, enjoying your reactions and quiet whimpers, feeling pity at your attempt to bite back, “baby please— like it's not already massive.”

Her hands tighten on your hips before she pounds her own against you, rough and hard, the friction sends a sharp wave of pleasure through you, your breath stuck at your throat, a pathetic whine coming out and she smirks confidently.

“Yeah, that's what i thought.”

You don't even have a chance to retort before she pounds into you, hitting that spongy spot inside you, as she devours your lips again, passionate and absolutely cocky about it, like she knows she won.

She pulls back after a minute, just enough to look at you, her smirk downright smug. She brushes her thumb over you swollen bottom lip, tilting her head like she's examining her work.

“God, you're cute when you're flustered and fucked,” she murmurs, almost to herself, “didn't think you'd be type to get all shy and sub on me,” she says, her thrusts slower now and her head lowering down to your breasts, her warm tongue circling around your right nipple.

“I'm not,” you grumble, though your voice betrays you, breathless and uneven, the words almost coming whiny.

Ellie chuckles, low and rough, “oh yeah?” she presses slowly and deep against you, hitting exactly where you needed, watching the way your body reacts, how you squirm slightly, “then why you're gripping me like i'm gonna disappear?”

You blink, realizing your fingers are digging into her arms, almost bruising her forearms, holding onto her like she's the only thing keeping you grounded.

A knowing grin, “busted.”

You whimper, a sound mixed with annoyance and ecstasy, turning your head away but she doesn't let you escape, she lets go of your tit and chases your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth, then lower, drawing her tongue along until she meets your chest once again, this time she directly sucks, swapping between both of your tits, your breasts sensitive from the previous foreplay. You shudder and bite your own lip, trying to contain your filthy sounds.

“Don't get all quiet on me now,” she hums against your warm skin, “i like hearing you, babe, oh— god,” she glances down for a moment, watching how good your pussy is taking her strap, almost like devouring it, her eyes going wide fill with lust and desire,” the thought of how your cunt is clenching around her cock making her wetter, she needs to feel your walls milking her cock.

Oh, how she wishes she has a real dick to fill your pretty pussy full of cum.

She mutters, more like talking to herself than you, “i want to make you fill you up so bad—”

Your breath stutters at her pornographic words, your hands reaching to tangle in her auburn hair as you moan softly.

Ellie looks at you for a moment, she tsks and shakes her head, her voice dropping to a whisper and her lips brushing over your ear, sometimes nipping at the shell, “you wanna act all tough? but we both know you like when i get you all worked up, you're just a dirty pretty girl, aren't you?”

And you don't even have the strength to fight back, to continue being a brat, her dick is hitting your g-spot with every thrust, her hands are massaging, pinching your nipples and her mouth is leaving wet kisses everywhere, or at least you feel it everywhere. She's everywhere.

God, how you wish you could wipe that cocky grin off her face but you start to feel dizzy, your bud puffy. You're over the edge and she knows, of course she does.

“Don't you even dare to cum yet,” she says as she manhandles you like it's nothing, this time she's laying on the couch and you're sitting on top of her, her dick still buried inside you, “move, c'mon, don't you wanna cum so bad?”

Fucking mean.

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It starts to feel real after that night.

Ellie doesn't say much when you wake up tangled in her sheets the next morning (and you don't really remember at which point you both ended up in her bed last night), sunlight creeping through her curtains. She grumbles something about it being too early, rolls over and drapes an arm over your waist like she forgot she wasn't supposed to be this comfortable with you.

And for a little, everything's easy. You start seeing her more, sometimes at the shop, sometimes at her place or even yours, sometimes in the late hours of the night when she texts with a simple ‘u up?’ like she already doesn't know the answer. She never calls it anything and neither do you, but there's an unspoken rhythm to it now.

At least you think there is.

The first crack in the illusion happens a few weeks later. It's Friday evening and you're out with Dina and some other friends when you decide, impulsively, to stop by Ink & Desire. You haven't heard from Ellie all day— not that she owes you an update on her life, but still. Something in you itches to see her.

When you push open the door, the place is buzzing. Clients waiting in the lobby, machines humming in the back, Ellie is at her station, leaning over some guy's arm, focused as she works on a new piece. You watch for a second, admiring the way she moves, the way her hands are so steady, so sure.

“Ellie,” you call, stepping closer.

She glances up, her face immediately hardening, not with anger but guarded.

“Hey,” she says, straightening slightly, “what are you doing here?”

The question shouldn't make your stomach twist, but it does, “i was just in the area,” you say, keeping your voice light, “thought i'd stop by.”

Ellie nods slowly, then flicks her gaze towards the guy in the chair, “i'm kinda busy.”

You force a small smile, “yeah, i can see that. I don't wanna interrupt, i just—”

“I'll text you later, okay?”

She says it in a way that makes it clear this conversation is over, like she's already shutting the door on it before it can even be anything more.

Something tightens in your chest, you nod, “yeah. Sure.”

Then you turn and walk out before she can see whatever's written all over your face.

She never texts you that night.

Or the next.

You tell yourself not to be that person, the one who overthinks, who waits by their phone, who gets caught up in something that was never clearly defined.

But when Ellie does finally reaches out –three days later– it's just hey.

That's it.

Like nothing happened.

Like she didn't ice out and disappear.

You stare at the message for a long time before replying.

‘that's all i get?’

A few minutes pass.

‘what do u mean?’

You exhale sharply, fingers tightening in frustration around your phone.

‘you ignored me for 3 days, ellie’

This time, it takes longer for her to reply, around two hours, and when she does it, it's frustratingly short.

‘i got busy’

A bitter laugh bubbles up before you can contain it. Of course. She got busy.

‘right.’

You don't send anything else. Neither does.

Another few days pass and things feel off.

Ellie doesn't completely disappear but she's distant. Less responsive, less present. She still texts you, sometimes –little things, casual things– but it's different.

She's pulling away. And maybe the worst part is that you don't even know if you have the right to be upset about it, because what are you to her? She's never called you her girlfriend, never even hinted anything serious.

So why does it hurt like hell when she starts slipping through your fingers?

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The breaking point comes in a night you don't expect.

You're at a bar with some friends when you see her— Ellie, standing at the pool table, laughing at something a girl beside her says. You freeze, you know you don't own her, you know she doesn't owe you anything but does it sting.

The girl leans in, whispering something in Ellie's ear, Ellie smirks and tilts her head slightly.

And that's it, that's all it takes for something inside you to snap. You turn on your heel, heading straight for the exit, but before you can step outside, a hand catches your wrist.

“Hey—”

Ellie's voice.

You spin around, yanking your arm away, “what?”

Her brows furrow, “what's your problem?”

You laugh, but there's no humor in it, “seriously? that's what you're gonna say to me?”

Ellie sighs, rubbing a hand over her face, “look, i didn't even know you were here.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you snap, “you've barely talked to me all week.”

Her body tenses, “i told you— I've been busy.”

“You always have an excuse, Ellie,” your voice is quieter now, rawer, “you shut me out, you disappear and then i see you here, flirting with someone else like— like none of it mattered to you.”

Ellie's jaw tightens, “you're making a big deal out of it.”

You stare at her, you don't even have the energy to cry, your stare just empty, something in your chest twisting, “is it nothing to you?”

She doesn't answer.

And that silence is the loudest thing she's ever said.

Your throat burns, you take a step back shaking your head, “got it.”

You turn to leave and this time, Ellie doesn't stop you

You don't hear anything from Ellie after that night. At first you think she might reach out, maybe not right away but eventually. Maybe she'd text, or show up at your place, or even just try to explain herself.

But days pass, then a week. Then another.

Nothing.

You tell yourself you don't care, that it's for the best, that you should've seen this coming, but late at night, when you're lying in bed wearing that stupid hoodie she gave you, all you can think about is her. The way she kissed you like she meant it, the way she traced over your skin after fucking you stupid, like she was memorizing you. The way she looked at you like you were something more.

And then the way she threw it all away. You should hate her for it.

Maybe a part of you does.

And you try— really try to move on. You throw yourself into work, into friends, into anything that might pull you out of the gravitational pull of her. But it doesn't matter how many nights you spend out, how many times you convince yourself that she was never really yours to lose because at the end of the day, when you're alone in the quiet of your apartment, it still hurts.

Because Ellie Williams did mean something to you.

And she fucking knows it.

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It happens on a Tuesday night. You're walking home from work when you hear someone calling your name, at first you think you're imagining it.

“Hey— wait.”

You stop. Turn.

Ellie.

She's standing on the sidewalk, hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket, looking… rough, like she hasn't been sleeping much, like maybe she's been carrying around the same weight you have.

Your chest tightens, “what do you want, Ellie?”

She exhales, shifting on her feet, “i just… wanted to talk.”

You huff an ironic laugh, rolling your eyes, “you're about two weeks too late for that.”

Ellie flinches, but she doesn't leave. Instead, she steps closer, eyes flickering over your face if like she is searching for something.

Then, quietly, “i'm sorry.”

The words catch you off guard, you fold your arms, trying to steady yourself, “for what, exactly?”

She sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose, “for fucking it up, for shutting you out, for not knowing how to—” she stops, exhales, “for being me, basically.”

You shake your head, “Ellie, this isn't about you not knowing how to do things, it's about you choosing not to. It's about you deciding I wasn't worth the risk.”

Ellie looks at you like you just knocked the wind out of her.

You swallow hard, ignoring the lump in your throat, “and worst part is i was willing to try. I wanted to try, but you never gave me the chance.”

Her jaw tightens, “it's not that simple.”

You scoff, “isn't it?”

She looks away, and maybe that's your answer right there.

Silence stretches between you but finally, Ellie mutters, “i wanted to need you less.”

The confession hits you straight in the chest.

Ellie runs a hand through her hair, looking almost… defeated, “you don't get it,” she mutters, “every time i let someone in, it just hurts. It always ends the same, and i thought if i kept my distance, if i didn't let it get too real, then maybe i could avoid all of that. Maybe i wouldn't lose you.”

Your breath catches, “Ellie,” you whisper, “you did lose me.”

She swallows, doesn't say anything.

You shake your head, voice quieter now, “you can't just show up after weeks of shutting me out and expect me to—,” you stop, “i don't know what you even want from me.”

Ellie finally meets your gaze, and for the first time in weeks, she looks honest.

“I want you,” your stomach flips, “but i don't know how to be good at this. I don't know how to keep you,” she admits.

You inhale, gripping your arms to keep you grounded.

There it is, the truth. And maybe that should be enough but you're not sure it is, so, you shake your head, blinking away the burn behind your eyes, “then maybe you should figure that out before you come looking for me again.”

Ellie flinches, like she wants to argue but she doesn't, she just nods and looks at the ground.

When you turn to walk away, she lets you go again.

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A month after, you don't plan to go to Ink & Desire.

You don't plan to see Ellie at all.

But it's been eating you alive, gnawing at the edges of your mind— the way she looked at you that night, the things she didn't say. And maybe you just need to end it. Maybe you need to say something final, something that lets you walk away this time.

So when you push open the door to the shop, your heart pounding in your chest, you tell yourself this is for closure. Nothing else.

The place is empty, the chairs cleaned and the machines put away, the Closed sign flipped at the door, but you know Ellie. She's always here when it's late. You find her in the back, sketchbook in her lap, a half-empty beer on the counter beside her.

She looks up at the sound of your footsteps, “it's closed—” and when she sees you, something flickers in her face, looking almost relieved, but she shuts it down fast, “what are you doing here?” her voice is guarded, careful.

You fold your arms, “i could ask you the same thing.”

Ellie leans back in her chair, exhaling, “i work here.”

You scoff, “you also avoid people here.”

Ellie's jaw tenses, “what do you want?”

And that—the way she says it like you’re some inconvenience, like you weren’t just in her arms a few weeks ago—sets you off, burning with frustration. Your chest tightens, heat flaring in your stomach, “are you serious?” you shake your head, “that’s all you have to say?”

Ellie rubs a hand over her face, sighing, “i don’t know what you want from me.”

You let out a sharp laugh, “of course you don’t because you never fucking ask, Ellie. You just assume.”

Her eyes snap up, defensive, “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you decided that I’d leave. That I’d hurt you so you didn’t even try,” your voice wavers, but you don’t stop, “you shut me out before I ever had the chance to prove you wrong.”

Ellie exhales harshly, standing abruptly, the sketchbook in her lap falling to the ground, “yeah? and what if i was right? what if you got tired of me? what if this whole thing was just gonna fall apart, like it always does?”

Your throat closes, “then that would’ve been my choice to make. Not yours.”

Ellie looks away.

You inhale sharply, trying to steady yourself, “but you didn’t trust me enough to even give me that choice.”

Silence.

Ellie’s hands curl into fists at her sides. Her breathing is uneven, like she’s fighting something back.

“I don’t do relationships,” she mutters.

You stare at her, something bitter twisting in your chest, “yeah, I got that part already.”

Ellie shakes her head, jaw clenched, “no, you don’t.”

Her voice is low, rough, and when she looks at you again, there’s something vulnerable in her face, something raw and exhausted and real.

“I don’t do relationships because they never fucking last, any of that lasts,” she exhales sharply, pacing now, “my dad left before i could even know him. My mom died. And Joel—” She stops like the name physically hurts to say, “he was the closest thing i ever had to a real family, and then he was gone. Just like that. No warning. No time to prepare. And I had to fucking live with that.”

Your breath catches.

Ellie lets out a sharp, bitter laugh, “so yeah. I don’t do people. I don’t do feelings. Because every time i have, they’ve either left or something’s ripped them away from me," she turns to you, eyes dark and serious, “and you—” her voice falters, “you were the first person in a long time that i actually wanted to stay, and that scared the shit out of me.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. The anger, the frustration—it all dulls under the weight of her honesty.

You swallow hard, “Ellie…”

Her hands flex at her sides, “i don’t know how to do this,” she mutters, “i don’t know how to be what you need.”

You exhale, stepping closer, “then we figure it out. Together.”

Ellie looks at you, hesitant, unsure, “and if I fuck up again?”

You shake your head, “then we talk about it, we don’t just run, we don’t shut each other out.”

Ellie studies you and she lets out a breath, a real, shaky breath.

“Okay,” she murmurs.

Your chest tightens, “okay?”

She nods, “yeah. I wanna try. For real this time.”

You don’t realize how much you needed to hear that until the weight in your chest finally eases. Slowly, you reach for her hand, and this time, she lets you.

Lets you hold on.

Lets herself hold on back.

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