#ellie williams

[angelsknifeprty]

i’m gonna be thinking about this for a while oh my god

i could eat that girl for lunch… (ellie williams)

ways you can help gaza🇵🇸

summary: you post cute pictures on your story in the hopes of gaining a certain girl’s attention… luckily you get more than what you anticipated ;)

cw: mdni, fem!reader, texting, cunnilingus, desperate top!ellie, teasing sub!reader, cannibalistic metaphors, cursing, ellie is goofy lmao

you’re this close to screaming. the winged eyeliner on your left eye somehow keeps fucking up; either looking too splotchy or shorter than your right one. what’s pissing you off the most is the fact that you aren’t even going anywhere… getting all dolled up just to take it all off in 15 minutes, just to post cute little photos on your story and, of course, just to get her attention.

ellie williams. the name rolled off your tongue with such velvety sleek. every single one of your friends knows her name; has had to endure through your countless obsessive gushes.

you two had met during a party. having been in a drunken haze, you barely remember the first conversation that sparked such an interest, but you do remember her gin breath against your ear: asking/shouting, amidst the blaring music, if you had wanted to go somewhere a little more quieter. the night ended up in you being fingered in her car, before being driven back home by her. a freckle-faced angel in a leather jacket coated with small pins and badges. you were immediately hooked. but it’s been a week since then, and you two haven’t spoken. having achieved her number, you thought of messaging, but didn’t want to come across as desperate, even though you so are.

you thank instagram suggested for bringing you her account on a platter; being filled with niche, introverted posts of every cool-looking thing but her face. she doesn’t even have a “me” highlights! you can’t tell if her lack in posting her face is a blessing or a curse. so here you are, getting ready to post on your story since you followed her the day before. the skin around your eye is starting to sting by the amount of times you’ve been wiping and restarting your eyeliner. it needs to be perfect. you’ve orchestrated all this to be perfect. you take a deep breath and focus, striving to get the perfect wing.

“thank fuck.” you murmur under your breath once you finally get it right, before enveloping your lips in lipstick. you admire yourself in the mirror once done. you look fucking amazing.

since you spent way too long putting on your makeup, it wouldn’t be fair to yourself to only post one picture, so you post a couple. a mirror picture following up a layout of 4 images with the perfect song in the background. a little smile tugs at your lips as you replay the story two, three, four times before setting it on do not disturb and finding something else to do. your heart pounds at the thought of ellie seeing it, praying that she’ll interact. even a simple like will do.

after removing your makeup and getting into your pyjamas, you click on a movie to pass time, setting your phone on do not disturb. half an hour passes, and you’ve been neurotically checking your phone for a sign of ellie to appear on your notifications, but nothing. you check your story to see if she’s seen it but again, nothing. another hour passes, and you check for any sign of ellie. nada. look at my story, you freak! are the words etched in your head, words you wished you could telepathically scream at her. you remember you set your phone on do not disturb for a reason, so you place it far away and focus on finishing the film.

a while later, you’re slumped on your couch on the verge of falling asleep. the movie’s ended and it was so boring that you’re finding it hard to keep your eyes open. you decide to check your do not disturb notifications one last time before taking a nap, until your eyes fall on the name ‘ellie.’ you immediately jerk up, awake and alert: your thumb automatically pressing the notification centre so you can see what it reads.

seventeen minutes ago.

ellie liked your story

ellie liked your story

ellie replied to your story: doll face

ellie replied to your story: you need a seat? lemme volunteer 🙏🙏

a shit-eating grin lights up your face. fucking finally! not once but twice! you excitedly draw your knees up to your chest, eager fingers tapping away, ready to respond - regardless of how long you’d been waiting for her texts. play it cool….

y/n: hahaha thank u thank u <3

y/n: (replied) oh word?

you’re surprised and very happy when you see the ‘typing…’ your heart doing goddamn backflips.

ellie: wooooord

ellie: literally cannot stop replaying ur story… bring that over here 🙁

ellie: come over

!!! your heart sinks all the way down to your ass. the hell does she mean come over?

y/n: ur not serious lmaoaoaooa

ellie: i’m being deadass,,, come over.

you look at the time. it’s almost 1 in the morning.

y/n: idek where u live bru😭😭😭😭

y/n: if anything you should come over since you’ve driven me to my house b4

ellie: mmm nahhhh

you blink in disbelief when ellie sends her location over. she’s not kidding.

y/n: girl i look bummy… i don’t even have any makeup on anymore :< took it off

ellie: i really don’t care

ellie: plsplspsls come over

ellie: u won’t regret it……………. trust 🤓🤓

next thing you know you’re leaving your house in your plaid shorts and a silly graphic tee. thankfully, ellie only lives 10 minutes away, so you take a bus before walking up to her apartment.

y/n: i’m cominggg

ellie: LOL yeaa you will be coming real soon 😇😇😇

though you cringe at her text, your body betrays you; your stomach forming a deep pit. she’s so sultry and playful you don’t know even know what to think. and there goes your heart again, hastily beating away like there’s no tomorrow. you reach the door, a trembling hand raising up to knock.

“hi.” ellie beams, smiling like an idiot. her eyes seize you from head to toe, “nice fit.”

“told you i looked bummy...” you mumbled, trying your best not to seem nervous. ellie moves aside so you can come in. her apartment smells exactly like she does; that faint campfire scent, conjoined with a forest-ey musk. a forest fire you were more than willing to burn in.

“so…“ you begin, with nothing prepared to follow up after that.

“sooooooo….” ellie repeats blithely.

“it’s been a week since… you know…” you whisper, awkwardly shifting your legs.

“since…?” ellie blinks, furrowing her eyebrows. she’s taunting you, trying to play innocent when it’s pretty fucking obvious what you’re on about.

“the party.” you respond, entertaining her coyness for no reason.

“party?” ellie pretends to think, looking up at nothing. “oh!! yeah… jesse’s one.” she smirks.

you smirk back, furrowing your eyebrows in amusement. “you could do so much better at playing dumb, y’know…”

“you think so?” ellie narrows her eyes, tilting her head as she steps closer. the impish smirk on her face never leaves. she’s having fun. you both are.

“yup. for your own good, don’t choose acting as a career.”

“for my own good?”

“for your own good.” you haven’t even realised how close you two are to each other now, daring eyes locked with another pair of daring eyes. takes one to know one. a silence permeated with tension fills the room.

“c’mere…” ellie finally mumbles before cupping your face with both hands and bringing you in for a kiss. you’re quick to melt in her grasp, your hand finding it’s way to ellie’s hair, giving it a playful tight squeeze that elicits a quiet groan from her. her hands, those goddamn hands, then move to your waist, pulling you closer. you two don’t even waste time before you’re making out with such fervor. save the sweetness for later, it’s the hunger that’s on display for now. the memory of her lips were starting to slip away from your mind and you’re glad you’re here to reboot it.

once you pull away, ellie’s eyes drift to something behind you. you follow her gaze, only for your eyes to land on a chair in the middle of the goddamn living room. it’s so random that you can’t help but burst out laughing.

“why is there a chair?” you ask in the midst of your laughing fit. it’s not even that funny, but the laughing is helping with your nerves.

“it’s for you.” ellie giggles too, a light pink tint on her cheeks that’s hard to miss.

“me?” you blink rapidly, your gaze darting from the chair to ellie, “do i sit?” you ask stupidly.

“no, you stand.” sarcasm laces her tone, as she giggles a little more, “go sit.”

“don’t order me around like i’m your dog.” you respond playfully, but you do as she says. despite your ‘tough’ front, you’d do anything she’d tell you to. guess she was being literal about offering you a seat…

ellie grins down at you, angling your chin up so you’re looking at her. you can feel the heat start to prickle in your face, down your neck and pervading the rest of your body. her thumb traces along your bottom lip, slightly dragging it down. there’s that same darkened look she had back in her car, one that makes you feel so small.

“so cute… like a human deer.” she murmurs distractedly, almost like she’s talking to herself instead of you. your head grows fuzzy, blushing even more. you mindlessly squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the growing heat in between. ellie notices.

“you doing okay?” she softly asks, unable to mask the smug look on her face. you nod quietly. with her eyes kept on you, she lowers down until she’s on her knees, her smile growing. she kisses the top of both your kneecaps in such a tender way it sends tingles down your spine.

“can i eat you?” she breathes, her voice hollow and needy. it takes a second for those words to register in your brain.

“you…” you trail off. ellie’s gaze is very, very distracting. so intense and intrusive. she patiently waits for your answer, resting her chin on top of your knees. how can someone look so adorable and intimidating at the same time?

“please?” she adds, and you smile. a realisation has just dawned on you: you like to make her wait.

“eat me?” you cock your head to the side in feigned confusion. now it’s your turn to play dumb.

“yeah… like, your pussy.” ellie mumbles, becoming so desperate that it’s funny. she needed to be humbled at least a little. “i want a taste…”

“yeah?” you mock, and ellie’s face warps into a frown. “stop teasing me.”

“it’s only payback.” you shrug.

“for what?” ellie whines.

“for taking a week to text me.”

ellie stares at you for a moment. “then let me make it up to you…” her eyes travel down to your clamped thighs, wanting to open them up so bad. truth is, you’d let her devour you. chew you up like a deranged creature and watch her greedily lick the blood from her fingers. but teasing her was just so damn fun.

“aren’t your knees getting tired?” you tease, cupping the side of her face as she stares up at you with puppy eyes. it’s getting hard to resist. ellie immediately shakes her head.

“for you? never.” she whispers. your grin broadens in satisfaction. such sweet words. meaningless? maybe, but cute nonetheless.

“fine…” you sigh, leaning back and gesturing for ellie to go forth. ellie’s face lights up like a bulb, eagerly parting your legs. the movement makes you shiver, as you can feel the heated moisture of your arousal seep through your underwear. despite your shorts still being on, ellie’s lips travel up, both hands gripping your sides as her lips leave fond, wet kisses along your inner thigh. her teeth clench around the hem of your shorts, letting out a muffled chuckle as she playfully pulls your shorts down with her teeth. she’s kidding around but that’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen in your life.

you adjust your knees so that your shorts can be pulled down. you’re so wet your underwear is fucking see-through. you just know she’s about to say something.

“someone’s real excited-“

“shut up and keep going.” you hastily cut her off out of embarrassment. ellie laughs, glancing at you one more time before leaning back down again, dragging her ardent tongue up your inner thigh. you gasp quietly, and that little noise influences her to do more, letting out a sigh of her own; the sort of sigh you do when relaxing in a hot bath, or when pissing after holding it in for so long… like she’s needed this. you’re startled when ellie drags her tongue right in the center of your clothed heat, your breath hitching. you want more.

ellie’s teasing is relentless and mean. she sucks your clit through your underwear, eyes on you; observing the way your hips are desperately buckling up, the way your thighs are twitching.

“so mean…” you whine as ellie flicks and rolls her tongue against your underwear.

“did you want something?” ellie blinks. again with the coyness. you scowl and ellie grins in return.

“you can’t outdo the do-er, babe.” she chirps, pulling the drenched underwear off your legs. she opens your legs wide, staring at your pussy like it’s the best piece of artwork she’s ever seen. you can practically see sparkles in her eyes. you shiver when you feel her fingers pry your cunt open.

“so fucking hungry for you…” she whispers, her breathing shallow and her eyes glazed-over. she gets to work immediately, a firm trail up your vulva before kissing it with her lips. a fleshed moan doesn’t fail to escape your own lips, as your eyes flutter shut. of course she’d be good at this.

ellie moans too, gripping your thighs and pulling you closer, burying her face in between your legs as she goes to town on you. she’s moving like she’s starving, like she hasn’t eaten for weeks and has been presented with a banquet.

her lips tug at your folds, your pussy slick with a mixture of your arousal and her spit. every single time her lips hit your clit it elicits yet another strong reaction from you. she’s so vigilant that she’s quick to notice that that’s your most delicate spot, so she abuses it; kissing it and pulling on it, her head shaking as she pleases you with her tongue. you nourish her with hushed praises: ones like “yes, yes…” or “you’re doing so good” to keep her going. it fuels ellie like no other, and drives her to go harder, a little faster.

her movements are so consistent and perfect that you could froth in the mouth right here and now. you grip her hair tightly, and ellie adores it: groaning happily when you squeeze too tight. you mindlessly push ellie’s head closer to your pussy, feeling the tip of her nose buried in. your moans begin to crescendo. you’re in fucking ecstasy.

“getting close, are we?” ellie pants, her thumb rubbing your clit in slow, teasing drags as she resumes sucking on your cunt.

“i’m gonna cum… i’m cumming… e-ellie…” you babble, tears threatening to pour; and it isn’t just the eye tears we’re talking about here…

“yeah? you gonna let yourself go?” ellie stares up at you, her voice a little higher and breathier. her face is warped into one of pleasure, like she’s the one being fucked.

“yeah… please ellie, i’m really close…” you whine: barely coherent, light tears streaming down your face. ellie chuckles at how adorable you look, taking a second to appreciate how good you look when needy. she dives back in, her nails digging into your thigh as her mouth moves with the perfect vigour to push you off the edge. and oh, you do.

one last strong lick gets you off: your spine bending backwards, same as your head as you let out a strangled scream. you grip her hair tightly, your eyes momentarily rolling to the back of your head as ellie purposely continues to extend the high a little bit. eventually, she pulls back. the both are you are completely out of breath - huffing and panting like dogs.

you slump back in your chair, completely out of it and in a daze. ellie smiles.

“you okay?” she murmurs, appreciating your cute, spent look. you nod quietly in response.

“fuck, my knees.” she mumbles, before sitting back and stretching them. you laugh a little.

“there was no need for the chair.” you reply.

“i know… but i wanted to. it was hot.”

“it was.” you smile. you’re glad you decided to get dolled up for your story tonight.

a/n: i’m back! i’ve been so caught up in school that i haven’t been able to post fics as much but i’ll try 2 be more active :33 i’m absolutely obsessed with billie’s lunch so i made an ellie fic based off of it. hope u enjoyed and if u have any requests leave them in the ask inbox !!!

[elliesanqel]

hair tie

sypnosis; you’re inlove with ellies hands. the pleasure they were able to bring with a simple touch was so sublime. and whilst ellie was roughly using her strap on you, you urge her to use her hands instead of a hair tie. warnings; smut, strap use—f!receiving, vaginal sex, hair pulling, praising, dom!ellie, sub!fem reader, not proofread, mdni. a/n; …hello! its been a while since ive written anything, and posted here…but i cant hold back anymore and i have to write for ellie. so if this is bad and rusty, i’m sorry in advance. and as this is my first fic for ellie, (after being obsessed for years straight), i’ll gladly take requests! they’re always open. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

your hands, sprawled out on the bed, gripping tightly every now and again for support. knees digging into the sheets as you felt ellies hands cup either side of your ass, her plump lips leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the small of your back. she slowly spread your legs further for her, her eyes locking on your glistening pussy, a smirk plastered on her face. “haven’t even started yet and you’re already so wet.” she mumbles quietly, her voice seductive as her words only make your core ache more and more for her.

she holds your hips in her calloused hands, the tip of her strap meeting your entrance. you could practically feel your eyes rolling back as you shamefully tried to hold back a whine as she hadn’t even entered you yet. “fuck, els. please, just—” your plea was quickly cut off as ellie rolled her hips forward, her strap slipping effortlessly, due to how wet you already were, into your aching pussy, leaving none of it for the eye as your hole swallowed it completely.

your back briskly arched as your lips parted and a strident moan fell from them. “oh fuck…” you whine, your head falling forward as you push your hips back against ellies for more contact. her eyes flicker, her teeth finding her bottom lip as a needy whine escaped her. pulling her hips back until the tip was left in, before slamming back forward, her hands never leaving your hips as her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy.

at this, a strangled gasp left you, ellies sudden thrust causing your hips to push forward and make the bed squeak. one of your hands involuntarily reached back, gripping ellies hip as your nails dug into her skin, pulling her forward and deeper. this caused ellies eyes to swiftly open, a moan falling from her lips as she picked her pace up, making sure she was hitting the right spot everytime she thrusted forward. or, in her perspective, the spot that made you moan the most.

“oh, baby…shit. taking me so well, aren’t you?” she uttered, her voice cracking with every word as they dripped with arousal, her hips moving forward at a rapid pace. “doing so well for me. fuck—mmm.” she urged, her ogling came out needy, only egging you on. your head smushed into the pillow, your pretty strands of hair sticking to your face due to the sweat that was collecting. your mouth held open as you tried lifting your head, pushing the hair out of your face quickly, making it obvious you were doing so in order to silently urge the idea that you wanted ellie to grab ahold. that was, of course, until you felt one of ellies hands snake up your arm.

her hand slowly gathered your hair as the other held your hip, grabbing it all in one hand and pulling you up. it didnt hurt, only because you lifted yourself as she pulled in order to help. with that, she pulled you further, so that your back was against her bare chest and her hard nipples were poking your back, your ass against her thighs. the new angle compelling a needy whine from your throat.

“shit, mmfuuuck.” ellie groaned, her eyes squeezing shut again. she held your waist with both of her hands, fucking up into you as her rapid pace never faltered.

her mouth was agape beside your ear, so the low groans, sighs and curses that left her mouth went straight to you. one hand slowly slid down to your stomach, pressing slightly as she thrusted up further, even though further felt impossible by now. “feel that? feel me, baby?” she teased, a breathy sigh falling from her lips. “doing so well, ohhh—fuck.” her praises led you on, your hand reaching back and cupping ellies neck from behind you. a familiar knot in your stomach began to form, and you knew that you were teetering on the edge now.

“els, im so—fuck…” you choked out, finding it hard to form a simple sentence as ellie relentlessly fucked her strap up into you, causing needy moans and whines to occupy your mouth instead.

“i know, i know.” she assured, her voice low and breath hot against your ear. with one last final thrust, your whole body jolted, a needy ‘ah’ coming from you as you came, your juices coating ellies strap.

she couldnt help but almost roll her eyes back as she swore she could feel your pussy pulse and clench around her, causing her own to pulse harder at the feeling and a choked moan escaping her. she waited for a bit until she knew you’d come down from your high before she slowly pulled out and you shifted off of her lap, body still shivering and completely spent. ellie flopped beside you, her hand resting on your stomach. “you were perfect.” she compliments, her eyes gleaming as her gaze inked into yours.

you nod. “and i know for sure you’ll be just as perfect.” you spoke, your words low and seductive, causing ellies eyebrows to furrow in confusion, but slowly her puzzled expression changed completely once she felt your fingers edging near her folds, that were indeed still pulsing.

[lucidfairies]

disgusting [e.w]

pairing: preacher's daughter!ellie x old friend!reader

synopsis: when darkness overtakes the righteous, light will come bursting in (Psalm 112:4)

maybe, just maybe, she could get in and break you down. make you reconsider all of the things you swear you love. things that protect you.

they couldn't protect you from her.

warnings: not proof read!, reader is a minor in the beginning (flashback), reader is femme but nothing else is really disclosed, probably short, plot is weak but there, corruption, angst, religion mentioned several times, smoking, stalking, perverted behavior, mass shooting mentioned, sarah is back then dies again, underage drinking, recording without consent (not sex), unrealistic virgin experience, top Ellie, cunniligus, fingering, ass play, double penetration, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, humiliation, pillow humping, crying, smut based on this

wc: 7.8k

a/n: wow this was absolutely insane to write. this was mostly based off of this blurb, I wrote to the author for permission to base this fic off of it but I never heard back so I figured I would leave them credit here :) joel is a bit of a dick in the beginning and tess effing sucks!

the sun poured into your windows as you awoke to the loud sounds of trucks outside your window. it was the first Saturday in September, and the air was beginning to chill. you had no interest in being awoken this early on the weekend, deciding that pulling your second pillow across your face to drown out the noise was the best course of action.

unfortunately for you, the noises didn't halt, in fact, they got louder, as the backs of the trucks slid up and men began transporting boxes into the house next door. you knew people were moving in, but you didn't know it would be today of all days.

stubbornly, you sat up, pushing your hair away from your face and stretching, before standing and peaking out of your window. there were four men coming in and out of the house, as well as three women. on the second floor, you were too far to make much of their faces, but one of them was older, presumably the mother of the other two.

reluctantly, you decided to bake them a pie as a welcoming. your mother loved meeting new people and being as peppy as possible so that they would like her. she was desperate for people to like her - sometimes you were too. and right now, you wanted this family to like you, even if they woke you up at the crack of dawn.

the pie took all day, in and out of the kitchen. by 3pm, the trucks had all dispersed, and the family had moved in. if your mother wasn't away, she would be knocking at their door already. but you knew what it was like to move houses, and you knew that nobody would want anyone at their doorstep during their first day in the home. you decided to go tomorrow.

when the next day arrived, chilly and cloudy, you were ready. you were wearing a pink sweater dress, it dusted the tops of your thighs that were covered by tights. you had white, knee high socks gracing your legs under knee high boots, and they pulled the outfit together. with your pie and sweet smile, you ventured down the sidewalk to the house next door.

the woman who opened the door was the same woman you had noticed yesterday. she was tall, long brown hair that flowed over her shoulders in a gorgeous manner, and she wasn't as old as you had thought upon looking at her yesterday. frankly, she was gorgeous. you wondered if her daughters looked like her, if so, they're lucky.

“hi, can I help you?” she asked. she was breathing harshly, you wondered if it was from moving boxes or something other.

you introduced yourself, offering up your pie. she invited you in, and you noticed that the majority of the first floor was already set up, minus a few boxes here and there. you wondered if it took them all night. she called in the rest of the family to their living room, and you sat the pie on the table in the middle.

as the rest of the family filed in, your eyes locked on the girl in the middle. she was significantly shorter than the first woman you met, tess, and she looked nothing like her - neither of the girls did. she was pale and freckled, and her hair was short. she had it pulled back in a small bun on the back of her head, and she was in a white wifepleaser and jeans.

“it's nice to meet you guys,” you smiled, reaching out your hand and shaking all of theirs. in order, it was joel, ellie, and sarah. ellie. what a pretty name, you thought. her eyes practically burned your skin as she looked you over, taking in every inch of your person.

you quickly found out that ellie was merely one year your senior, and you couldn't get the fact out of your head. she wasn't too old, you told yourself. sarah, her sister, was a year younger than you. but ellie. beautiful, eighteen year old ellie, was looking at you like you were everything, and you were looking back.

an hour later, you were saying your goodbyes and traveling back down the street to your house. you almost spun; the introduction went stunningly. there was no way that the williams didn't like you, which meant that they would inevitably like your family as well. your mother would be elated.

you learned late the week day that ellie loved to smoke. every time you glanced out of your window, she was there, tapping her cig out the window. you couldn't comprehend how someone could spend so much time staring out the window with nothing but a cigarette - or a joint, whichever it actually was. you weren't close enough to see.

you said a prayer for her that night.

it stormed that next saturday, one week after the williams had moved in. it reminded you of ellie. as you walked in to your room, ready to go to bed, you were stuck in your spot as you glanced out the window to ellie's room. the scene was nothing you had seen before. there was ellie, standing in the middle of her room, yelling at joel. she looked angry, and equally sad. they both looked sad.

you couldn't hear what they were saying, but you knew it was bad. ellie grabbed a backpack and began stuffing clothes from her messy floor into it, still yelling at joel. her cheeks were red from frustration and stained from tears. joel was crying. something bad had happened, you could feel it.

ellie said something small before throwing the backpack over her back and storming out of the house. moments later, she was storming out of the front door, into the storm. and she stopped. she glanced up, met your eyes, and stopped. you looked at her as she looked at you; longing. longing something far from reach.

and then she turned, got in her car, and drove away.

you, now two years older and attending university, didn't often think of that day. ellie though - she never stopped thinking about it. she had returned home a handful of times since that rainy night, and by some miracle, you were there every time she was.

nothing about you had changed since that night. you still had your big doe eyes and you were still just as curious as you were that night. every time ellie came home (frequently for the first year, but she hadn't been back), you would peer out of your bedroom window and watch her gather things from her room.

ellie knew that you had asked about her. several times, for the first year, actually. she knew that you wanted to see her. meet her again. maybe even smoke with her. ellie had conjured many an idea as to what would happen if she was there.

so, knowing this, you simply couldn't blame ellie for her aggressive means of knowing your whereabouts. you couldn't blame her for following you home or watching you from below your bedroom window as you changed. you're the one who wanted to see her, even if it was a long time ago.

ellie swore that one day she would approach you. she was desperate to. she thought about you no matter what she did. when she was in the shower, when she was working, when she was getting off. the last one embarrassed her. she hardly knew you, while also knowing everything about you.

she knew your favorite color and your favorite skirt. she knew what kind of books you liked and that you loved to bake. she also knew that on most of your underwear, there were flowers and bows. she knew what you slept in most often. and most of all, most disturbingly, most disgusting, she knew every way to make you cum.

she watched you frantically rubbing your nipples as your hips ground down against your pillow, and she watched as your face contorted in anger every time you didn't finish. and she watched you get on your knees and pray for forgiveness from a god who wasn't listening - because the next night, you did it all again.

ellie dreamt about every way she could make you cum. if she could get her hands on you for one night, she could have you coming over and over. you just needed her, she was sure of it. she had never seen your pussy, not from the ground with you all the way up on the second floor, but she dreamt about what it would look like to watch her strap bottom out inside you.

she craved it.

she knew your schedule so well that she could tattoo it. you left early in the morning for class, came back, did homework, slept, and then went out again. she knew what days you did your laundry and what days you went grocery shopping, she even knew what you got every week, but she was too scared to ever attempt to cross paths with you –

until now, when you decided to change your schedule.

there was ellie, looming in the dairy aisle, gazing at the milk options. she had a favorite brand, but it appeared to be all out, so she was considering her choices. as she opened the door, she heard her name and came to a screeching stop. nobody says her name like that. not since the last time she talked to you two years ago.

she turned towards you, face as pale as a ghost. her ears were ringing, her blood was rushing, and she was sure she was going to faint.

“ellie, is that you?” you grinned. you knew all too well that it was her, but you figured you would ask anyway. she looked like she was going to be sick. maybe she was trying to avoid seeing anyone from the neighborhood; word had spread that she was kicked out. “oh ellie, it's been so long! I've been worried about you.”

she couldn't stop staring, not even when you pulled her it on your embrace. “hey,” she said slowly, “it's been a while.” she smiled awkwardly, attempting to mask all of the feelings that just welled inside her. “how've you been?”

“I've been good, getting by. I'm in school now. you haven't been by for a while. how's it been?” your eyes were genuine, and she immediately felt all of the blood rush back to her face as she blushed hard.

“it's been alright,” there was a pause and you pursed your lips, unsure what to say. “if you want you could come over and I could explain everything that happened. I know you saw it all that night.” you smiled widely.

“it was probably a bad night for you. but if you're up for it, it would quiet my curious mind.” you giggled. ellie must have blacked out. this couldn't be real. “here, give me your number.” and like that, your phone was in her hands. she typed in her number and quickly handed it back to you. “I have to head out, but I'll text you.”

“great.” ellie left the store without her milk that day. she had to go back, but wound up not buying it again when she replayed what had happened the previous day in her head.

you were coming to her apartment. soon. tomorrow. you had texted her about it, several times. you didn't stop texting her. she was so, totally, fucked.

when you woke up the next morning, you were excited. you had craved answers to what happened that night since it happened, and here you were, about to get them. ellie's apartment was in an area that your parents would've called rough. as you walked up to the entrance, the gate creaked and the bell had to be pressed harshly to get it to actually ring up to her apartment. she buzzed you in, and you began up the stairs to the third floor.

ellie was staring far too hard. she could see your legs. it was killing her. she wasn't ready for this, she wasn't ready to sit next to you and have a conversation with you and have you talk back to her. she simply could not.

how was she supposed to look you in the eyes and be honest with you after using your phone number to find all of your social media? how was she supposed to pretend like she didn't get off to the pretty pictures of you on your Instagram at the beach? how was she supposed to pretend like she wasn't attracted to the religion that you had plastered all over your page? maybe, just maybe, she could get in and break you down. make you reconsider all of the things you swear you love. things that protect you.

they couldn't protect you from her.

“well, I brought you some cookies,” you opened your purse and pulled out a small, round tray of chocolate chip cookies. ellie was practically foaming at the mouth already. she reached for the tray and sat it down in the kitchen, and as she walked towards it you noticed the subtle changes in her since the last time you two had shared space.

she was paler now, if that was possible, and boney. she hadn’t been eating much (spending money on weed was a lot more fun than groceries), and it made her cheekbones stick out. her hipbones, which peaked out in an undeniably slutty way from her low waisted pants and cropped shirt was more evidence towards her lack of food consumption, and you worried for her. maybe she would let you come around more, cook her some meals, maybe help her heal. maybe fix her.

that was a nagging thought in the back of your head, and it persisted, loudly, as soon as you met her again. maybe you could fix her. it’s what god called you to do, anyway. fix the broken. fix ellie.

her hand wrapped around the thin wall as she poked her head out. “want a beer? I have corona, coors, heineken-” you cut her off, or assumed you did, because she appeared as if she would continue listing brands.

“I’m good, thanks. I don’t drink.” instinctively, your hand flew to the cross around your neck, and her eyes followed it. she breathed out a small “ah”, before grabbing herself a beer and closing the fridge.

from what you could see from your statue-like spot in her living room that barely had any view into the kitchen, she had tattoos. one tattoo, specifically. it wrapped itself down and around her forearm with different types of leaves, beginning with a large, detailed moth. however, from the cleanliness of the root of it, it appeared that she just got work done. an addition had been added, coming down the top of her hand and stopping just below her fingernails on her middle and ring fingers.

it was a lovely tattoo. and it drew your attention more than it should’ve. you berated yourself; no sane person spent this long staring at and thinking about a woman’s fingers. well, maybe gay women, but you weren’t gay. you simply enjoyed the way it curved around her arm and fingers. “it just finished healing,” your head snapped up and she appeared in front of you, leaning against the table. “I got it done a couple months ago, the bottom part. I got the other part done a couple years back, high, in my friend’s basement.”

you were eternally embarrassed. god knows how long she had been standing there, watching you watch her. “that’s really… cool,” you said awkwardly. “I could never get a tattoo high. or do anything high, for that matter.” ellie hummed, cracking open the beer and flopping down on the couch. with a gesture, she offered you the other half of the couch, and you obliged, sitting your purse on the floor next to you and crossing your ankles.

somehow, you felt equally comfortable in her home as you did out of place. the brightness and niceness of you seemed as if it would disrupt ellie’s dark energy and darkness of her home, but instead you felt welcomed. you felt as if the darkness blended with your light, and it was almost nice. It would’ve been lovely if you could’ve ignored the overarching, lingering smell of weed.

“i’m sure you want to get to the point and then leave,” ellie joked, taking a small sip of her drink. but that wasn’t true - you were in the mood to stay for hours. “a lot happened that night. but a lot led up to it, too. you see, i grew up in a house like yours. joel was a preacher for a while. tess, well, tess didn’t work. not since they met, which was only a couple years ago.”

as ellie took another sip of her beer, you put some pieces together. it made sense now why ellie and sarah looked nothing like her, and why ellie never seemed to be comfortable around her.

“so, knowing that information, when I came out to my dad and tess, neither of them were really cool about it. especially tess,” your brain lagged for a moment as you processed what she was saying. obviously she was gay. that made so much more sense than trying to piece together why a woman who was trying to attract men would dress the way she dresses, with hair and tattoos like hers.

“that’s what started the discomfort in our house, but that was before you, and before the new house,” she sighed, taking another sip of her drink. you were sure that the ‘new house’ meant more than what she was letting on. “a couple days after we moved in and two nights before you saw what you did, sarah was killed in a shooting.” your mouth fell agape.

“is that why you guys were fighting?” your pupils were blown and your mouth was still hanging open, ever so slightly. even when talking about the death of someone she cared for, she still loved the way you looked at her. like you cared.

“part of why. it was a shooting at a mall. I took her to that mall. I was there when it happened. I watched her die,” ellie spoke about the matter like it was just another blip in the radar. at this point in her life, that’s what it felt like. she got high so often that she was over it. she couldn’t afford therapy, so coping with drugs was the next best thing. “all of tess’s problems with me bubbled up that night. she had been in joel’s ear about how terrible I am, how much I smoke, how my lifestyle isn’t one they should agree with, y’know. and then she told him that it was my fault. that I didn’t protect sarah, his only living memory of his other wife. and for a while, he believed her.”

ellie’s eyes fell to the drink in her hands, and she watched it fizz and bubble. she wasn’t crying - she didn’t cry often. but reciting the story for the first time aloud brought on more feelings than she had anticipated it might’ve.

“I’m sure you can imagine the rest. joel and tess aren’t together anymore. tess died, cancer took her. karma sure is a bitch,” ellie laughed dryly, leaning back against the couch and manspreading. “he’s moving soon, since it’s just him in that big ol’ house. but I can’t go back. not after everything he said. not after he picked tess over me.”

“ellie… that’s– I’m so sorry, that’s so much worse than I thought it would be,” you faltered. you couldn’t find enough words, or the right words, to express the deepness you felt for her. “I’m sorry I didn’t try to reach out. I’ve spent years wondering about you, I should’ve made an effort.” ellie tried not to focus on the admission that thought about her, and shrugged.

“you didn’t know, nobody did. joel and tess were quiet about sarah’s death, quiet about their divorce, and when tess finally died, joel lived his life in the quiet. he hardly leaves, doesn’t have guests or friends.”

“I’m still sorry, els. truly.” ellie almost folded. “I have an appointment in half an hour, could we do this again? I’ll bring food, I can cook for you if you’ll let me.” ellie bit her lip, filthy images of you cooking for her (and doing other things for her) flooding her mind.

“yeah, that’d be great. next wednesday?” you grinned as you both stood up.

“perfect, send me your favorite dishes and I’ll go grocery shopping.” she walked you to the door, hand pressing gently into your lower back as she reached around you to the doorknob. your skin was on fire, you were sure you were blushing. through the thin material of your shirt, you could feel every bone in her fingers.

and… the drive to your appointment was nothing short of vulgar. well, vulgar to you. for someone like ellie, your unruly thoughts of her arms and fingers would probably just be considered slightly strange. but to you, your thoughts of her fingers curling against the curve of your waisted, or her arms pressing against your skin was dirty. no woman of god should think of another woman in the way you were thinking about her.

“But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” Matthew 5:28.

unfortunately for you, your indecent thoughts didn’t stop at your doctor’s appointment, or in the car on the way home, or as you talked to your mother as you helped her prepare dinner. so, when you sat down at the square table, taking your brother’s hand and your father’s hand, you prayed.

that’s all you did, for the rest of the week -

you prayed at every meal and before you when to bed. you prayed when you woke up, when you brushed your teeth, when you dressed and undressed. you prayed for a clean mind, and you prayed for ellie. Everything about ellie. you prayed that she found healing for her wounds, and that she would be blessed with food for the table and therapy if she needed it.

prayers weren’t the only thing on your mind, though, no matter how much you begged god to cleanse your thoughts.

when the lights were off and the house was quiet, she crept into your mind. and for a while, you let her. you let yourself wonder what her hands might feel like on your skin, or what she might do to you if given the chance. how her voice would sound as she whispered filthy things into your ear in the dark, or if the tattoo traveling down her fingers had a sinister meaning; maybe that was the hand she used when she did things to other women. women that weren’t you, because she hardly knew you and it was obvious that she didn’t have a thought of attraction towards you.

but what if she did?

ellie was going just as crazy as you were, but in a totally different way - an actually crazy way. she was out of her mind over everything about you. you coming to her house only made it worse. she spent hours perched in her spot, watching you sleep, fucking recording you. she smelled her pillows in the living room while getting off because your perfume had found its way onto them. you coming back on wednesday almost scared her. she couldn’t possibly keep herself sane with you around. the only reason she could the first time was because you two were talking about sarah. but this time, just you and her and dinner? she was utterly and entirely fucked.

when you arrived at her apartment on wednesday night, ellie knew that this would never work out. you were in a pinstripe dress, one that fell much shorter than your mother would’ve ever been okay with if you hadn’t snuck out, and white frilly socks that disappeared into black loafers. ellie was finding a level of obsession with you that rooted itself deep inside her, and it was disgusting. gross, creepy even.

“hi ellie,” you said with your thousand dollar smile. you held up a grocery bag, full of ingredients for shrimp scampi. “I got everything we’ll need. my mom gave me one of her fancy recipes, so we’re set for the night.” for the night. ellie wondered how late she could get you to stay. she also wondered how much you’d hate her if she locked you up here forever.

you slipped your shoes off your feet and trotted into the kitchen, setting out all of the materials and pulling the recipe up on your phone. ellie leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as she watched you methodically arrange everything in order of steps. “are you just gonna stand there?” you joked, beginning to open some of her cabinets.

“nope, just waiting for instructions, boss.” she couldn’t help but flirt. maybe if she flirted enough you would stay the night.

with how bossy you were in the kitchen, ellie could only imagine how bossy you’d be in bed. Insisting on what you wanted and making her do it. she also wondered if maybe it was the opposite. maybe this was all a trick, and you really needed someone to tell you what to do all the time. only time would tell - but ellie was impatient.

the kitchen was extremely cramped, and though most days ellie hated this, today it gave her a perfect in. you had the cabinet door open and she needed something on the far side of you. so, in order to touch you, she gingerly grabbed your hips while you bent over to look in her low cabinets and slid behind you, crotch pressing into your ass for a single beat before she made it to the other side. it would’ve been so easy to just push her pussy against your ass and grind, but she had a little more dignity than that, even if it’s what her body begged her to do.

“sorry ‘bout that, babe, gotta grab a bowl over here.” ellie spoke in the sluttiest voice she could muster, and she could tell by the deer-in-headlights look on your face that her plan was working.

a warm feeling rushed through you, from your chest all the way down to your core. you were fluttering all over - the feeling of her hands being on you was just so right. you almost begged for her to come back, grab you like that again, see where it went. you couldn’t think about god anymore, not when she was touching you and calling you babe.

an hour and a half later, the food was finished and you two had eaten, and you gathered on the couch next to each other, same spots as last week. ellie had a movie on, and when you folded your legs beneath yourself to get comfortable, she could see your panties. they were light green, but that was the most she could tell. if she could get them off of you tonight, she could keep them - that’s what she was thinking about.

you were trying not to focus on her hands. her hands. they were right there, so close, begging to be touched. as the moving progressed, you became more and more entranced by them. the way she tapped her thigh and sipped her drink, it was all fascinating. “ellie,” you said, before you could think twice, earning a hum in response, “can I touch your hand?”

her brows knit. “my hands? why’d’ya wanna touch my hands, doll?” a flush of blush fell on your face as you tried to construct a good reason as to why you just asked to touch the poor woman’s hands.

luckily, though, she didn’t push. she simply moved her hand and let you grab it, waiting a minute before beginning to trace the intricate lines of her tattoo. it was calming before anything else. the bottom of the tattoo was just basic, black-filled leaves, while the top was detailed and complex. ellie’s hands were warm, and her fingers were beginning to develop calluses. when you glanced around the room, you spotted the guitar responsible, and let your mind wander onto whether that made it feel better.

ellie was, by some miracle, keeping her cool. that was, until, your fingertips danced away from her hand, sliding up her forearm. her heart beat faster, making her breath quicker. she was getting dizzy. there was no possible explanation for this, other than her obsession with you. this wasn’t normal; she never got this worked up by something so miniscule with other women (not that there had been other women for the last year, she was too busy following you home and watching you through your window).

“ellie,” she looked over, and you were closer now. you must’ve moved while she was busy in her head. your face was so close that she could almost feel you breathing. and when she met your eyes and your pupils blew, big pretty doe eyes staring back at her, it was over.

ellie’s lips on yours were like nothing you had ever felt before. if there was any heaven, it was right here, on ellie williams’ couch, as she grabbed the back of your head with her open hand and pulled you closer to her. moments ago you were going to ask her if you could sleep over (it was dark and it had begun to rain), but none of that mattered now. all that mattered was the way ellie’s lips moved against yours, and the way she forced your mouth open to suck on your tongue. and you could taste her. you could feel her kisses deep down in your bones, and certainly in your cunt, which was what was leading your thoughts.

ellie was violent. she didn’t waste any time grabbing your hips and dragging you onto her lap, sliding her hands up from your hips to your waist. finally, finally, you knew what it felt like to have her slender fingers wrapped tightly around your waist as she continued to suck your tongue. you placed your hands on her chest, balling up the fabric of her shirt and pulling her into you.

but, in that moment, it hit you. you were doing something terrible, something completely out of your character. lust was a deadly sin. you can’t ignore deadly sins.

you pushed ellie back and she pouted, lips swollen and wet. “we can’t do this, its-it’s not what god wants, it’s a sin, els. I think that god sent me to you to help you heal and you-you really can’t heal by sinning.” midway through your sentence, ellie’s lips latched onto your neck, spinning her tongue and sucking your skin.

“sweet girl, I promise you you can.” she went back to kissing your neck, hands sliding underneath the skirt of your dress and up your thighs. she had her hands on your hips in no time, gently guiding them down against her crotch. the seam of her jeans felt good against your cunt, there was no denying it - which led you to wonder why people couldn’t do this. why is something so good such a terrible thing in god’s eyes?

“ellie,” you moaning her name made her moan; all of her wet dreams were finally coming true. she had you here, hips grinding down against her pussy while you moaned her name. there was nothing in the world better than this. “ellie I’ve never done this before.” you whispered, which got you nowhere. instead, she groaned deeply into the crook of your neck, restricting herself from bucking her hips into yours.

“oh but baby I’ve watched you grind against your pretty pillow for too many nights to hear you say that,” you whined, hips jerking into her lap.

“what do you mean?” you pulled her off of your chest, briefly admiring her pink cheeks and light pant before redirecting your focus to the more important portion of the question.

“I used to watch you from your window in my car,” her head fell against your chest. “you used the same pillow every time. it’s light pink, with flowers. matches your bedspread.” your head was spinning. there was no possible way that you were hearing what you thought you were hearing.

“what the fuck,” you sputtered. “you watched me do something so incredibly private? something that’s only supposed to be between me and god? how disgusting are you?” your only problem with what you were saying was that something inside you wasn’t disgusted. something inside you longed to know what she thought about while she watched you, longed to know if she thought you looked good.

“I’m so fucking disgusting, baby,” she huffed, “I’ve spent all year thinking about how I could tear you apart. make you forget about god, break you. make humping your pillow feel like less than nothing compared to the way I make you feel.” you were wet. so incredibly wet that your mind couldn’t be bothered to think about the fact that she was borderline stalking you.

“show me,” you whispered, making her head snap up and her wide eyes meet yours, blazing.

“what?” she said, quickly, hands still firmly planted on your hips.

“show me how disgusting you are.”

ellie was stronger than you thought. her hands were steady as she carried you from her couch to her bed, practically tossing you onto the springy bed as she pulled her shirt off, leaving her in a simple black sports bra. she climbed over you, one arm next to your head and the other on your waist, squeezing it. “I need this dress off,” she insisted, tugging at the material.

you sat up, unzipping the back and pulling it off your upper body before falling back and letting her pull it off your legs, leaving you in a strapless bra and a pair of panties. she was on you immediately, hardly leaving herself any time to toss your dress into a pile with her shirt.

her lips fell upon your chest, kissing along the edge of your bra. she pulled it down from your tits, guiding your back into an arch so that she could unclip it. once she had it off, she was moaning into your skin as she ran her tongue along your nipple. pressing a knee against your crotch to give you something to grind against, she caught your nipple in her mouth and sucked, pressing on the underside with her tongue, hitting the perfect spot that made you whimper against her.

this was terrible. for both of you. you were sinning against god, the one man that truly knew you. but it made you wonder, maybe he didn’t truly know you. not if he condemned you to a life of hiding your attraction to women because it was against him.

and for ellie - ellie was in heaven. but this moment in time meant that she was never going to let you go. her obsession grew with every noise you made under her, so much so that the idea of locking you up here swam across her mind again. she needed you here. she needed to ruin anyone else for you, so that you would always come back. even if it meant you crawled on your hands and knees.

once ellie was done with you tits (which took a very long time), she traced her lips over your sternum and down your stomach, leaving a trail of hickies in her wake. she was like a woman mad when she made it to your panties. she was filthy, pressing her face into you and simply breathing in your smell, basking it in.

but, when she finally pressed her tongue against you, none of her behavior mattered anymore. there were no longer thoughts -worries- about the fact that she watched you during the night, or that she was simply breathing in the smell of your cunt. it was her and you, and you were forming into one being, driven by need.

ellie lapped at you like a dog over your panties, even if it got her nowhere. once you were begging her to take them off she did, peeling them away from you and tucking them in her back pocket. she licked fat strokes from the bottom to the top, flicking against your clit in all directions. every time she hit the perfect spot, your legs shook hard, and your head lolled back against the pillow.

though your hand was in her hair and you could probably hold her anywhere that you wanted, you let her take charge, eating you like her life depended on it. like it was her last meal. she slid her tongue in you, sucked your clit, anything she could do to make you as wet as possible.

gently, she pressed the tip of her middle finger against your opening, unrelenting with her pace against your clit. you hardly noticed with the waves of pleasure rolling through your body, until you felt the slight burn of the small stretch from her fingers. now, her fingers weren’t all that large, but they were boney and long, and when her first finger bottomed out, you were already seeing stars. you were panting her name, arching and squirming every time she angled her fingers up against the spot you could never quite hit inside you.

pulling away from your clit, she pressed another finger into you, this time creating a slightly uncomfortable stretch. with a couple deep breathes, you were rocking your hips into her hand, trying to get the most out of her that you could. “look at me,” ellie demanded, making your eyes snap to hers. “because you’re a good girl, you’re not going to cum, do you hear me?” frantically, you nodded along to her words, but unfortunately, they didn’t last long.

with ellie’s ceaseless pace and her insistence on hitting every pleasure point she could, your stomach was coiling and your vision was going white, mere moments after telling her you wouldn’t, and surprisingly, she let you. she pushed until your orgasm was over, then pulled her fingers from you and sucked them clean, darkness in her eyes that you had never seen before.

“what did I tell you not to do?” she asked, pushing up from where she was laying and standing up, walking over to her closet and pulling out a large shoe box.

“cum.” you mumbled, a little scared and a little excited. you had an inkling as to what was in the box, but you were unsure, desperate to know regardless.

“do good girls cum when they’re not supposed to?” you shook your head, cheeks flaming in embarrassment. a part of you told yourself that this was crazy and gross, that no one was possibly attracted to this and that you should be ashamed, but the other half craved her approval. craved to be good for her, and to do what she says. and that part overrode the other.

climbing onto and kneeling on the bed in front of you, ellie reached beside you and grabbed one of her pillows, handing it to you before standing back up and leaning against one of the posters of her bed. you looked at her, confused. “since you love coming without permission and humping your pretty pillow, you’re gonna do it for me until you come again. can’t be that hard, sweetheart.”

you knew she wouldn’t let you out of this. with a pout, you sat up, placing the pillow between your thighs and sitting against it, slowly rocking your hips to find a nice rhythm. you leaned forward, planting one hand on the bed below you and the other on the pillow, letting your back relax as you found a good spot. ellie stood before you, doing nothing but watching. she followed your hips as they moved back and forth, eventually coming down hard and fast against her pillow as you chased your release.

historically, humping your pillow never really got you anywhere, but you were too scared to finger yourself, fearing that it would make you impure to whomever your future husband was. turns out, all you needed was an orgasm prior to doing it to make you cum.

with a strangled moan you came again, panting as you unmounted the pillow and looked over at ellie, who looked just about ready to fuck your brains out. coincidentally, that’s what she was planning on doing.

she pushed away from the poster and unzipped her pants, kicking them off as she reached for her box. she didn’t only pull out one thing, no, she pulled out an army. first, a forest green strap attached to a black harness, which she sat on the end of the bed, followed by two other dildos, one black and one pink. you couldn’t fathom what she could possibly need three for, and you had to imagine you were in for a rough couple of hours.

“we’re gonna try some stuff, pretty girl. you’re gonna love it, since you love being stuffed so much.” she grabbed your hips, and, with a tug, flipped you onto your stomach. instinctively, you pushed your hips up, gripping the sheets in anticipation. though you couldn’t easily see her, you could hear her uncapping a bottom and squirting something onto either her fingers or the strap, before squirting it onto you.

the liquid was cold, and she started the drip down your ass, until it crept down your opening. with a toss of the bottle, she pressed one hand between your shoulder blades and used the other to maneuver the strap towards your entrance, starting with just the tip. she took it slow, pushing in inch by inch and letting you adjust to them. this was a different kind of full, compared to ellie’s fingers. the strap was stretching you in all directions, burning as you clung tight to it. and when she finally bottomed out, you were sure nothing would ever feel better than this.

once it was all in comfortably, ellie wasted no time fucking into you. she was going crazy watching the full length of her dick get swallowed up by your soaked pussy, covered in slick and lube and her spit. this was every dream she had ever had coming true.

“we’re gonna try something else now, okay?” you whined in protest, enjoying the feeling of her dick inside you, it was almost familiar now. but she didn’t pull out like you anticipated, instead she reached over and grabbed the pink dildo, lubing it up with whatever she used earlier.

“ellie what are you doing?” you asked, part pant. just for the question, she pulled out and took a deep thrust into you, trying to keep you satisfied while she fiddled with the lube. before you could utter another thought, the second dildo was probing your ass, slowly, cautiously, pressing into your asshole. “ellie!” you whimpered.

“you need to trust me baby. I know my girl wants all her holes filled. trust me, we’re gonna fill all of them.” you whined as she pushed the head of the dildo in your ass, tears welling up in your eyes from the burn. after only a few inches, you were sure you couldn’t take anymore. you were so full, everything pressing into you at every angle. but ellie was persistent - cooing at you until she got the last two inches in, and then groaning like a mad man.

the sight was one to die for: you, face and tits squished into the bed with your ass up in the air, full of her dick and dildo. with one hand on your hip and the other placed back against your shoulder blades, ellie fucked you at a rapid pace, thrusts shaking the whole bed against the wall. not only was she chasing your third release, but she was chasing her own as well, and the way the harness hit her clit when she fucked hard could get her there.

with the sight and the noises you were making, ellie came in no time. you followed soon after, crying from overstimulation and the pure feeling that came with a third orgasm around double penetration. but ellie wasn’t done yet - she pulled out two dildos for a reason, and the other was still waiting for its purpose. she did promise to fill all your holes, after all.

pulling out from you and climbing to the front of her bed, ellie used the suction of the dildo to attach it to her headboard. you wondered if she maybe wanted to watch you fuck against it, like you had seen in a few porn videos over the years, but that wasn’t the case.

“you’re gonna suck that dick while I fuck you,” she instructed, and the idea seemed totally crazy, but when your mouth was lined up with the dildo and she was slipping into you again, you were more than willing to try anything.

with each of her thrusts, the dildo hit the gag of your throat, making you gag and choke and moan. you must’ve looked crazy; tears rolling down your cheeks, drool gathering around your bottom lip and dripping onto her pillow. to her, well, she just came again watching you. she marveled at how far down your throat you could take her dick, reveling on how you had ‘never done this before’.

with a squeal and more gagging, you came for the fourth time and final time of the night, slumping against the pillows beneath you. ellie let up when she came again, making you cry even harder. she pulled her dick out and eased the dildo out of your ass, tossing them back in the box to wash them.

“my girl did such a good job,” she praised as she brought you a washcloth, running it down your thighs and over your pussy. your mind was foggy, too foggy to bother with a response or anything other than crawling under the covers (ellie had to lift them up and tuck you in). “you’ll stay the night, yeah?” the bedside clock read one a.m.

“yeah,” you mumbled, resting your head on her chest and letting your eyes flutter shut. when you awoke the next morning, you knew you would have several feelings surrounding everything that happened, the most prevent knowing that it was absolutely fucking disgusting.

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AHHHH you should do stalker!ellie to oblivious reader and reader walks around their apartment/house with veeeeeery little clothes on and ellie is watching them from the window… you can add more but make it 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ!

— ᴄᴡ; ᴅᴜʙ/ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ, ɪɴꜰᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱɪɴɢ

It was Friday. Clueless and oblivious as you pranced around your kitchen gleefully at the thought of the weekend. Unbeknownst that Ellie was peeking at you through the window infront of your stove.

You were heating milk on it, turned around and unaware of how she lurked and lingered in every corner during every moment.

Every time Ellie thought she couldn't find a new low, she did just that. It used to be "just" following you home. Then "just" ensuring your safety as you slept.

Then she'd come inside while ensuring so said safety.. grabbing your panties, stuffing them in her pockets. She couldn't use them right before your blissfully shut eyes and strip you of your last threads of dignity!

Soon enough, it became routinely. Watching you, as if she would pounce at any moment. She'd justify her sickness with half-assed excuses of protection and carnal desires. It was days like these, where you swayed your hips and ass unknowingly, that made it all worth it.

She groans every time you bend down to grab something, stifling her moans with a hand on her mouth. Her eyebrows begin to knit together, a harmony of breaths and pants spilling out of her mouth. She couldn't just stay outside anymore.

She watched you take the pot off the stove and start walking in the direction of your bathroom. She knew you were going to shower, peel the remaining fabrics off your frame, ignorantly expose yourself to her. Yet this time, she didn't want to watch from outside.

Her hands maneuvered against the back door's lock, trying her hardest to make as little noise as possible. She's done it before, every night, but shed hardly ever invade to watch you shower.

She found herself cautiously stepping closer to the bathroom, hearing the sound of clothes shuffling and water pressure. There was a crack in the door, she peeped and saw your bra straps falling off your shoulder, panties gone and cunt exposed.

Her thighs were harshly pressed together, gathering friction against eachother. The steam was starting to fill the small space, fogging Ellie's vision of you. Her footsteps became louder, and you didn't have time to fight back when you noticed her wide eyes besides you.

Her arms snaked around your body, her hand clasping your mouth shut and her other arm holding you still with a painful grip. Your yelp was muffled by her palm, eyes like a deer confronted with headlights, tears welling at your waterline.

Your legs kicked, knees buckling as she shouted into your ear. "Shut up—" You whimpered, struggling to find an even breathing pattern and not pass out. "Be quiet." She whispered this time opposed to the yelling. Her hand slowly and naively drops from your lips, a blood curling scream spilling from them.

She slaps her palm across your mouth once again, hard enough to cause bleeding. "I won't hesitate to hurt you even if I don't want to." She spoke through gritted teeth. "We don't want anybody to hear, right?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet, a coo that tried to persuade you into compliance.

You shake your head, naked body going limp and unsteady against her fully clothed one. Her hand that secures your waist dipped between your thighs, practically whining into your ear. "Fuuckk," She mumbled against your shoulduer. "Been trying so hard to wait, to restrain myself, I swear I have." She was nearly trying to convince herself as she spoke to you.

"I promise, jus' can't, can't resist this shit anymore," She huffed out, her knee slipping inbeteeen your legs. Your back was pressed flush against her chest, tears streaming onto her hand.

You nod frantically, self preservation kicking in when you realized you wouldn't be able to escape. "Will you be quiet if I move my hand?" Her voice cracked in desperation. You nod, hands clawing at her arms. "Promise?" Your head was thrown back against Ellie's shoulder, just nodding, begging to be released atleast verbally. Hesitantly, she let your face go.

You didn't yell, didn't speak, hardly made any noise. Ellie seemed pleased, her fingers exploring your folds with anticipation. "Please don't hurt me," Your head turned, eyebrows wrinkled, nose scrunched up, all as you whispered in distress. "Do what you want— jus' please be nice-" Ellie shook her head, shushing you softly.

"Sweet girl, wouldn't hurt you," Her eyes are shut, nuzzling against the gap between your neck and shoulders. One of her fingers went into your sopping hole, begging to be filled. Her knee kept pressing to make friction, every sense of yours overwhelmed. The scent of sex and steam, thousands upon thousands of physical feelings, squelching noises and Ellie's ironically soft voice, the taste of fear and dryness, touched upon with a blurry vision.

She begins to pump two digits inside of you, one of her hands circling your throat and cutting off your airway. "Been watching you for so long," She curls her fingers inside, pace relentless, needing to make you cum. "You understand right?" She panted out, not stopping any movements even after your hands maul at her arm, pleading for air.

"Fuck, say you understand, please, say it." She sounded sterner, rocking her hips against yours. "I– I understand-" Her words fell out broken and crumbled up, tightness knotting in her chest along with a different knot in her tummy.

Your orgasm suddenly crashed onto you, your body writhing and eyes clenched shut. The moment Ellie realized, her hand on your neck loosened, watching you heavily gasp for air. Your muscles contracted, torn between forced to cum yet your body shaking in pleasure.

Her body stepped away from yours, watching you crash into the floor when your knees gave out on you. She kneeled with you, keeping you from banging your head against anything. "Hey, look at me," She heaved, cupping your face in her hands. You hummed, too worn out to fight back even if she did try anything. "You're not going to tell anybody about this." Her tone was firm and legit, eyes staring at you in stiffness. "You heard me?" She firmly taps your face when you didn't respond and disassociated.

Your head obliviously nods, falling back into her chest without much option.

[sleeplessdove]

— bubble pop electric !

♡ perv!dealer! e. williams x fem! reader

synopsis: you’re at the drive in with your new dealer, what could go wrong?

a/n: just a writing warm up im sorry

warnings: not proofread we die like laura palmer, dealer ellie, weed usage, heavy intoxication kink, perv behavior, stalking somewhat, public sex, degrading, praising, pet names, toxic ellie my beloved, dubious consent, fingering (r! receiving), loser ass ellie, sorta scent kink i guess, manipulation, sex while intoxicated, mentions of further sex lol maybe a pt 2 is coming, probably lots more so proceed with caution !!!

wc: 5k

The sound of your ringtone echoed through your bedroom, making you perk up from where you were seated on your bed. 

She’s right on time, 7:30 on the dot ! 

You hadn’t been expecting her to show up when she had said she would, as your friends that bought their weed supply from Ellie often complained that she showed up whenever she wanted. Then again, she also swore she didn’t do drop offs for anyone and yet she had immediately offered to stop by your place to deliver everything you had asked for. 

She had joked with you over text that it was only because you were a first time customer, she had to make a good impression after all. 

Either way, you weren’t one to question good things so you quickly scrambled out of your bed before texting her that you would be out in a second. 

You tucked your cash into your waistband with shaking fingers, your nerves tingling as you made your way towards the front door with long strides. 

Fuck, why were you so nervous? It’s not like you were doing anything inherently wrong— you just wanted to relax and stop bumming off your other friends' joints by ensuring you had your own stuff to smoke. 

Maybe it was Ellie’s reputation, as you had barely interacted with her besides the small nod she’d give you when she spotted you at parties of mutual friends. She kept to herself for the most part, but that didn’t stop you from hearing about how she was fucking half the girls at the college you both attended. 

And from what you heard, she was good at what she did with those other women. It wasn’t at all hard to believe, as she had a certain way about her that drew you in and you were sure many others felt the same. When she texted you back, even just asking you to specify what exactly you wanted to buy from her, you found yourself smiling at your phone. 

It was the little nicknames, the way she seemed genuinely interested in giving you the best experience possible as a first time buyer. But you had to reason with yourself, reminding yourself that she was just trying to make a sale so of course she was going to be a little sweet on you. 

Even with a rational mind, you couldn’t help but take in a shaky breath as you stepped out into the cool air of the night, spotting Ellie’s car not too far away. You gave a small nervous wave as you walked towards your car before you silently cursed yourself for the embarrassing gesture. 

Despite it, you opened the passenger door of her car and got in, just as she had told you to do over text. Immediately, you picked up on the scent of weed— good weed clinging to the air along with the warm scent of whatever expensive cologne she was wearing. The smell seemed to calm your nerves enough that you were able to give a soft smile. 

“Hey, thanks for coming by. I fucked up my tires last week and you know how expensive that is so I’ve just been—“ you begin to ramble due to how anxious you feel, but when your eyes flicker towards her amused expression you quickly cut yourself off. 

“Sorry” you say with a small laugh, placing your hands on your lap and smoothing out the material of your skirt to soothe yourself. Ellie is quick to shake her head, offering you a smile that makes the corner of her eyes crinkle ever so slightly . 

“What’re you apologizing for, sweet girl?” she questions, all too relaxed. The pet name alone had you feeling dizzy with unexpected emotions. You only give a slight shrug of your shoulders, attempting to appear just as relaxed as Ellie does. “Uhm– I just, I mean you don’t care about that stuff” you mutter with a sheepish smile, fumbling with your skirt for a moment before you pull out the cash you had been saving for this very occasion. 

You hold it out to her as if it were some sort of peace offering, but Ellie lightly shakes her head and pushes your hand away gently, rejecting the money you had saved up for weeks. “You think I don’t care?” she questions, blatantly ignoring the fact that she was  supposed to be your dealer and nothing more. The odd question makes you falter for a moment, unsure of how you’re meant to respond. 

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I just don’t think you wanna hear me rambling on” you mutter, your voice far softer than intended. Although it seems as if you picked the correct answer, as Ellie’s grin only seems to widen. “It’s important for me to care about my customers, isn’t it?” she jokes, pleased with herself as she watches you relax in the slightest bit from her playful tone. “I guess so” you say with a breathy laugh, feeling the tension in your body slowly melting away. 

“Is this not enough or…?” you begin, looking down at the money that was still held loosely in your hand, as if you were expecting her to tell you that her prices had suddenly gone up. “First time customer means you get it for free” she says smoothly, reaching into the backseat to grab the baggy she had made just for you. An assortment of homemade edibles and prerolls filled the baby pink baggie she had placed them in, although you had only requested prerolls. 

Your eyes were wide as you looked between her and the goods she had prepared just for you, as if you were a deer with headlights staring back at you. From what you had heard, Ellie didn’t fuck around when it came to her money. She wanted on time payments or even payments in advance, she was a business woman after all. It was hard for you to fathom such a concept, as you were unused to such kindness, especially from someone with her reputation. 

But despite your lack of knowledge of her, Ellie knew all about you. She had spent months slowly befriending your friends just so you would feel comfortable enough to buy from her. Not that she liked selling to any of your friends, but she would do anything to get closer to you. There was no rhyme or reason for her infatuation, and she chose not to question the way she felt about you. 

“I couldn’t– I mean, I can’t” you begin, shaking your head but Ellie is quick to cut you off. “I just want you to test it out, don’t worry about it” she says in a voice that leaves no room for argument. You wanted to object, but you knew there was no point at all. So you simply tuck the cash back in your waistband, offering her a bright smile. 

“You’re not like people say you are” you say without even thinking, inwardly cringing at your choice of words the second you register what you had said to her. She doesn’t seem offended, although she raised a curious brow. “What do people say I’m like?” she questions, not at all seeming offended. 

Ellie knew she had a rather harsh personality with others, but she hadn’t expected that information to reach you. It was as if her plot was falling apart right before her eyes, and yet she had to keep up her laid back facade. “Mm, I don’t know. You’re just– different than what they say” you respond, not really wanting to explain to her that everyone called her a bitch and those who didn’t only spoke highly of her because they had slept with her. 

She doesn’t press the issue, nodding a bit and thanking god that you weren’t threatened by her presence like you used to be. Before you even get the chance to pluck the baggie from her hands, she speaks up once more. 

“You got someone to smoke this with? S’ pretty strong… and if you need someone to make sure you don’t go overboard or anything–” she begins, and you could swear for a moment her voice cracks from nerves. She is so concerned with your wellbeing and for whatever reason it made you blush, your face growing warmer with each passing second. “My place is kind of a mess right now” you tell her in a somewhat disappointed voice, as some part of you ached to be alone with her for a while longer, even if it was just because she didn’t want you to end up greening out. 

“Well we could go to that shitty drive-in downtown, just so you don’t have to be alone” she offers, her fingers lightly tapping against her thigh in a rhythmic manner. “But no pressure, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me but I don’t mean it like that” she lies through her teeth, knowing damn well she had spent the last few weeks fucking herself with her eyes squeezed shut, the image of you held tightly in her mind. 

But you didn’t know that, so who cares? 

You nod quickly, trying to pretend you weren’t discouraged by her comment, as some part of you wanted her to take you to the drive-in with the intention of getting in your pants. “I know, I know. But yeah, why not? I heard they’re playing the original Romeo and Juliet tonight” you say, buckling your seatbelt as she starts up the engine. Ellie couldn’t care less about what they’re playing tonight, all she cares about is getting you alone. 

Ellie had placed the baggie of goods onto your lap before she began driving, to ensure that you didn’t think she was trying to withhold it from you. You kept it grasped tightly in your hands, as if it were a lifeline as your mind raced at a mile a minute. Her music played faintly, some old rap you recognized but made no comment on since the silence between the two of you was comfortable enough. 

All the while, Ellie was trying to collect her own thoughts, as she couldn’t afford to fuck this up after she had worked so hard just to get here. But based on how you were humming along to the music ever so softly, she could tell you weren’t as apprehensive about her as you once were and that helped put her mind to rest. 

Ellie refuses to let you pay even when she has to get the tickets for the movie and you try not to make a fuss about it, doing your best to accept her acts of kindness. By the time the two of you reached the drive-in, the movie was already halfway through but fortunately there was barely anyone else there so Ellie quickly found a spot to park. As she shifted the parking gear into place, she let out a relaxed sigh and glances over to you. 

She takes a moment to simply analyze your delicate features, the way your lips part in awe as the tragic film plays out before you, your attention already on the screen despite only being there for a few moments. With a light nudge, she managed to get your attention back on her so that she could speak to you directly. 

“We should get in the backseat, just so no one sees us smoking n’ it’s more comfortable, so you can enjoy your movie” she states as if it were basic knowledge, and before you can even think her words over, your body begins to move on its own as you step out of the car only to open the back door and slide in there instead. You can’t help but think of how thoughtful she is, how kind she is. This was enough for you to reason that she had no other intentions other than ensuring your safety, although your heart continued to pound in your chest as she settled in the backseat with you. 

She already had a lighter ready, gripped tightly in one hand before she extended her free hand to you, silently prompting you to give her one of the prerolls she had made just for you. You open up the baggie, marveling at the soft baby pink color of the rolling paper she had used for your order. 

As you give it to her, your hands brush against each other and you can feel just how warm she is, a stark contrast to your cool skin. You have to make an effort to not shiver at the contact, the simple act making your mind grow a bit fuzzy.. It was either that or the fact that the scent of weed was already thick in the air the second she lit it for you, along with a hint of something else that took you a moment to put your finger on. 

“Is that lavender?” you question, your head tilting with curiosity as you watch Ellie take a small puff of the joint to make sure it would burn properly before she held it out for you to take. “Smells good, hm? Makes it a little easier to smoke when you roll with lavender, smoother to smoke, at least I think so” she mutters with a slight shrug, trying to ignore the way just watching you take a shaky inhale makes her need for you grow stronger. 

She knew you had smoked before, but not enough to really be a regular at it. This was shown in the way you let out a weak cough, your cheeks growing rosy in the slightest bit. Often, Ellie would dread smoking with inexperienced people but with you, she was in heaven. “S’ good, really good” you huff between your coughs and your voice was truthful despite it all. Lavender was one of the most soothing scents to you, and it helped you relax before taking a few more hits. 

You think for a moment that as good as the smoke is, you’re not really feeling a high that was different from anything else you were used to. That was until you tried to hand Ellie the joint, and you realized your hand was trembling to the point where she had to wrap a firm hand around your wrist so that she could steady you enough to take it from you. 

You have to bury the burning sensation of embarrassment, as you hadn’t taken her warning seriously when she had told you just how strong her stuff was. But the feel of her strong hand wrapping around your wrist only seems to add to the dizzy feeling blossoming within your mind, a pleased sigh falling from your lips as her touch grounds you as much as it possibly can, considering you’re already out of it. 

“Poor baby” she coos in an all too sweet tone that only muddles your mind further. She takes a few hits with ease, her lungs being adjusted to the aching burn that would spread throughout her lungs. You can only watch her with hazy eyes, the realization that you’re alone with someone you had kept in the back of your mind for months suddenly making you feel overwhelmed. Your eyes flicker back towards the movie that continues to play, the smoke bleeding through the windows since Ellie had opened them just enough to make sure she didn’t completely hot box her car. 

Ellie can sense your anxiousness and it makes her heart ache in the most pathetic way. You were completely gone, but Ellie needed you to be a little more pliant if she wanted to be able to get what she wanted. So she brought the joint to your lips, her own hand steady and calm. 

“Just a few more hits for me, sweet girl. You can do it, can’t you?” she asks in a warm tone, easing you into the idea of following her every command. Some part of her is worried she is asking for too much too fast, but you eagerly wrap your lips around the filter of the joint without the slightest bit of hesitation. 

Even with your scrambled mind, you knew that you wanted to please Ellie. You needed to make her proud of you, although you’re unsure why this is such a necessity. But in the midst of your high, you don’t think to question it at all. To you, she is simply being kind and considerate, such a far cry from the other people you knew. 

The fresh hits burn even more, and Ellie is quick to soothe your coughing fit by gently rubbing circles on your back. The smallest touch had goosebumps rising on your skin and you desperately craved more contact, yet you were too fearful to ask for it. So you remain as still as a statue, praying that this isn’t some weed induced hallucination. 

Your muscles begin to relax and Ellie begrudgingly pulls her hand away, not wanting to overwhelm you further. But the moment her warmth is gone, you let out a pitiful whine. It’s breathy and sounds borderline pornographic, as if she had just pulled her fucking strap out of you or something. 

It was a simple touch, and yet it was all that mattered to you in that moment. For the first time ever, Ellie is unsure of what move to make next. She has to play her cards right, lest she scare you off. So she simply watches the way you sway in your seat, your eyes red and half lidded as you look at her with a heartbroken expression due to her no longer touching you. 

“Look at you, so dumb n’ sweet” she coos, her voice making a mockery of the affection she felt towards you. The tone she uses with you is so gentle that you don’t even recognize the degrading words, simply shivering with pleasure as she blows smoke straight into your face before stubbing out the small bit of the joint that is left into an ashtray she had in the car for her cigarette habit. 

Some part of your brain knows that you are too out of it, the world around you spinning far too fast for your liking. And yet, there is nowhere in the world you’d rather be. “You think m’ sweet?” you question, a soft laugh tumbling from your lips. 

Ellie can’t believe that you had chosen to focus on that part of her sentence when she had just called you dumb without any remorse. God, you were everything she wanted and more. 

She nods her head slightly, the weed making her heart beat faster than usual as she slowly inched closer to you in the backseat. The sound of the movie acted as background noise, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt Ellie’s breath fanning against your neck in the slightest. 

Her breathing pattern had changed, short inhales with longer exhales as she tried to wrap her mind around the fact that you had willingly smoked over the limit you were comfortable with just to please her. “Course’ I do. Sweetest little thing I’ve ever met in this god forsaken town” she mutters, pressing a feather light kiss to your neck. 

It was enough to make you shiver, a lazy grin on your lips because in your confused mind, you were the luckiest person in the world. Free weed and the hottest girl at your college was worshipping you as if you were something holy was not how you expected your usual Friday night to play out, yet here you were. 

Ellie was choosing to take her time with you, her senses heightened enough that she can pick up on every bit of your perfume. The intoxicating scent of lavender, jasmine, and vanilla swirled in her mind and left her desperate to be as close to you as possible. 

Her strong hand grips your waist, pulling you closer to her own body until you can feel her rapid heartbeat fluttering beneath her skin due to your bodies being flush tight against one another. “Just relax, baby. No need to think when m’ here, alright? Let all those thoughts fade away n’ focus on being here with me” she whispers, her other hand sliding down your body until she can ease it between your thighs. 

She thanks whatever higher power there is that you aren’t wearing any shorts under your little skirt, her fingers coming into contact with your panties that were embarrassingly wet. Ellie uses two fingers to trace the damp patch on the cotton material, soft curses falling from her rosy lips as she watched your brows knit with a mix of confusion and pleasure. 

“Doing so good for me, aren’t you? I knew you’d be so well behaved” she hums, her voice shaky and breathless as she eases her fingers upwards until she can feel your puffy clit through your panties. 

With slow, almost reverent motions, she rubs your aching bud through the soft material. The sensation enveloped your entire body, leaving you to moan weakly as she pushes your thighs apart a bit further just to see how willing you are. 

She is pleased to find that you let her manhandle you into the position she wants without question, your hazy mind far more focused on what your cunt wants. As much as she loves watching your expression of ecstasy, she needs to taste you on her tongue, to memorize every last inch of your mouth so that no one knows you as well as she does. 

As her fingers continue to move against your panties, she captures your lips in a kiss that reflects the need she has been harboring for months. It’s not rough, slower than her usual method of kissing. It is as if she is praising your body through the way she touches you, her tongue as smooth as velvet as it dances along your own. 

With you so lost in the kiss, she uses the opportunity to push the thin material of your panties to the side so she can properly rub your aching clit. It’s filthy how wer you are, her fingers sticky with your arousal after a few seconds of her intimate touch. As much as you are relieved by the contact, it also feels like it is consuming you completely. 

You can’t help but whine against her lips, your shaky hand weakly grasping her wrist in an attempt to pull her hand away from your dripping cunt. But Ellie refuses to yield, unbothered by your pleas for her to slow down. 

“I’m going easy on you, silly girl. It must be all that weed getting in your head, making you imagine things” she muses. She was practically blaming you for how worked up you were, as if she wasn’t the one rubbing your clit at a maddeningly slow pace. 

The sick part was that you truly believed her, you genuinely thought that someone like Ellie knew more than you did. You were the one who had smoked so much and you wanted her touch, so what right did you have to complain about it? 

“More” you plead breathlessly, tears welling in your reddened eyes and quickly spilling down your soft cheeks. It was as if you had no control over your body, and it was running based on pure primal instinct. 

The sight of your tears only turns Ellie on more, her own cunt aching for stimulation. But all she cares about is getting you off, so she shushes you ever so gently before easing one of her fingers into your pussy. 

Your body tenses from the intrusion, hiccups leaving your parted lips as she sinks her finger into your gooey, pliant cunt. Your walls are slick with arousal and Ellie wishes with every fiber of her being that she could sink her strap into you and give you what you really wanted but her fingers would have to do for now. 

“Thaaaat’s it. Look at this pretty little cunt, taking me so well” she praises, kissing the corner of your lips before easing a few kisses down your jaw. Her dirty words seem so romantic when you’re in such a fuzzy state of mind and you are just so pleased that she is giving you so much attention. 

Your hands are restless, tugging at Ellie’s shirt— although you’re unsure if you’re trying to pull her closer or push her away. “Can’t do it, can’t!” you cry, only for her to add a second finger into your slick hole. She pumps her fingers at a slow pace, not feeling the need to be rough because she knows the feeling is intense enough as is. 

You are left to squeeze your thighs together, the pleasure bordering on pain due to how quickly everything is happening. “But you’re doing so well, angel. You wanted more, didn’t you? Did you lie to me, hm?” she questions, questioning you as if she wasn’t the perv who was fucking some sweet girl in the back of her car. 

The question makes you shake your head feverishly, not wanting her to think lowly of you. “No, I promise. S’ just a lot, never ever— mm fuck, never felt like this before” you whisper, your voice unsteady. Her fingers stretched you open perfectly, her thumb still focusing on tracing small circles over your clit. 

“I know, sweetheart, I know. No one has ever taken care of you properly, huh? Those stupid girls you sleep with don’t know how to please a precious thing like you” she says in a syrupy sweet tone that only serves to dumb you down further. 

You nod your head, unsure what you’re even saying anymore. You couldn’t care less, not when she’s curling her fingers inside you just enough to hit the perfect spot. Her fingers thrust against the spongy spot, her own cunt clenching around nothing as she watches you rut against her hand. 

“Gonna cum, gonna— mmf” you try to warn her, as you were not used to finishing so quickly. But your warning doesn’t cause her to slow down in the slightest, she simply keeps her pace as she licks a long stripe up your neck before connecting your lips to hers once more. 

She swallows every single one of your cries as your cream gathers at the base of her fingers, a lewd white ring of your essence marking her as yours. Ellie can feel her ego grow three sizes as she feels your cunt clamp down on her fingers like a silken vice, evidence of your release all over her hand. 

Ellie helps you ride out your orgasm, lazily pumping her fingers deep into your cunt until you pull away from the kiss just to whine that you can’t go any further. Since she had gotten what she wanted, she finally eases her fingers out of you and brings them to her lips instead. 

She keeps her eyes focused on your fucked out expression, watching your chest heave as she sucks her fingers clean. The taste of you leaves her moaning, as it was saccharine and everything she had imagined it to be. 

You are still lost in the haze of your high, your nerve endings seeming to tingle all over as you try to even out your breathing. The effects of the weed haven’t eased up and so you give Ellie a bashful grin, still so shy in her presence despite what had happened. 

The sight of you still behaving so sweetly pleases her in a way she can’t describe, as the purity of your heart seems to only draw her closer. Without missing a beat, she tugs your underwear back in place and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“You wanna make me feel good too, don’t you?” she asks softly, her fingers absentmindedly toying with your hair. It’s not a demand at all, as she simply wants to see what state of mind you’re in. 

Much to her satisfaction, you slowly nod your head after you take a moment to register her words. “Wanna make you feel good” you babble, repeating her words as if you were nothing more than a mindless doll. 

“Atta’ girl” she praises instantly, using gentle movements to help you sit up properly but letting you remain close to her. “How bout’ we go back to my place, just for a bit. We can smoke a bit more once we’re there and then I’ll let you touch me for a bit” she offers, acting casual about it so that you remained in your pliant headspace. 

The offer of being able to go to your house causes you to instinctively nod your head, an eager grin on your lips as you take notice of the windows that were fogged up despite being opened up just a bit. “Pretty please” you beg in a voice that makes Ellie’s heat stutter for a moment or two because she knew she was about to spend the rest of the night either rubbing your slick cunts together or simply letting you eat her out so that you can learn how to properly please her. 

Maybe both if you were awake long enough, although she was sure that after another round the weed would have you out like a light. 

As the credits of the movie begin to roll, she helps you get back into the passenger seat, even buckling your seatbelt for you and giving you one last gentle kiss before she got in the driver's seat. You were still in a daze and thanks to how strong the weed was, Ellie knew she would have you all to herself for the rest of the night. 

[elstattoo]

Do It For Me?

MINORS DNI, MEN DNI

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

WC: 1.1k

Summary: Ellie watches you masturbate for her.

Content: 18+, top! e, bottom! reader, smut, praise, masturbation (r)

Ellie peered down at you, a daunting smirk on her face. Her lips parted as she began to speak, “Come on, fucking do it. Touch yourself in front of me.”

Embarrassment flushed through you, doing such an act in front of her, without her touching you herself felt wrong. You pouted, nibbling at your bottom lip that stuck out, cheeks flushed under her watchful gaze. “It’s… embarrassing, Ellie,” you croaked.

She drew closer to you, shaking her head. “You’re kidding… right? After all the shit we’ve done together, babe. C’mon… but if you really don’t want to… that’s okay.”

You swallowed hard, trying to push past the embarrassment to please Ellie. She’d already seen you naked plenty of times before and in various positions. Your eyes caught hers, which caused Ellie’s heart to thump in her chest. “Okay, I’ll do it. Only for you.”

Her hand ran over your thigh, nails tickling the flesh. “My good girl, huh?” She gave your thigh a good squeeze, easing the flesh into the palm of her hand. “So pretty,” Ellie whispered, lowering her head to press a few kisses alongside your thighs.

Her kisses had you growing slicker, panties drenched from just kissing and dirty talk. It was also shameful how quickly Ellie could turn you into a mess, it was an effect only she had on you. One she knew damn well; including now.

Ellie suddenly pulled away, scooting her back to get a better view of you overall. The pout didn’t disappear off your lips, she tutted, “Don’t give me that look, said I wanted you to touch yourself. Now get to work for me, yeah?”

At that, the pout disappeared off your lips and you eagerly nodded your head. Ellie thought you looked like a bobblehead by the way you so desperately nodded your head. The remaining clothing, only your panties, were shimmied off and your fingers inched downward to your sticky, wet folds doused with precum.

You gasped, finally offering yourself the stimulation and attention you so desperately craved. And for a second, you forgot about Ellie sitting on her knees, merely soaking up the sight before her.

Your eyes fluttered shut, two of your fingers finding refuge in your hole. Your other hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. A little whine fell from your lips, the obscenity of the scene was laid right out before Ellie’s own eyes. It made her stomach churn with desire, but she didn’t like that you weren’t watching her while you did it.

“Open your eyes for me, baby,” Ellie muttered, her voice soft, yet commanding.

At the sound of her voice, your eyes snapped open, movements not faltering. You sped up your fingers on your clit, the more you touched it, the more puffy and sensitive it became. Along with your fingers that didn’t stop moving, you curled them to reach deeper inside yourself.

Ellie licked her lips, enjoying how you looked with your legs spread, pussy wet and dripping all for her. The urge to just reach out and touch you was killing her, but she kept sitting there, watching you. Drinking up the way your nimble fingers moved over your puffy clit, accompanied by the wet noises from the pumping of your fingers.

“Ellie.. Feels so good. Wish it was you touching me instead,” you mewled, eyes locked onto her green orbs.

A grin appeared on Ellie’s face, silently agreeing with you, not that she’d say that out loud. “I know, but you’re doing so good for me. Keep going, I want to see you cum for me.”

Of course, at those words, you curled your fingers deeper, then pulled them out to thrust them as hard as you could. Harder. Faster. Your fingers pressed into your bud, the sensitivity sent a bundle of nerves throughout your body, and a burning sensation fed into your lower belly.

You could feel yourself slowly dissolving into pleasure, your fingers movements never faltering to find your release. It was so close and you could feel it. It was like Ellie could too, her piercing gaze never ceasing.

It made your skin crawl, finding her absolutely breathtaking. Your eyes were glued to hers the entire time, making it easier to reach your peak, the whole experience feeling hazy and lustful.

You gasped, feeling the pressure about to snap the more pressure you applied to your clit. “O-oh, my god! Ellie… Ellie… I- I’m going to-…” Your words were cut off by a loud moan of Ellie’s name and your inner thighs being coated from you squirting, soaking the sheets below you.

Ellie sat there in awe, watching the damned sight before her, an absolute sight for sore eyes. Her tongue ran across her lower lips, a grin still evident on her face. “Holy shit, princess. That was so fucking hot.”

You heaved, your body feeling limp due to the intensity of your orgasm, a once frenzy feeling now filled and at ease. You lay sprawled out, not even remotely caring about the sticky mess between your legs.

“I just came so hard, Ellie. Oh my god…” Little pants left your lips, you felt at bliss.

“Yeah…. I know I saw and… like I said that was hot. Sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but you giggled, knowing she did love how you looked. She was always genuine, and it made you so happy. “Course you saw, watching me the whole time.”

She crawled more towards you, opting to open your legs, still sticky with your cum. She leaned down, sticking her tongue out to clean the mess between your legs. The feeling had you peering down, her eyes already locked onto yours, even as she eased her tongue between your folds.

Your hand flew to her hair, your mouth fell open and a moan slipped from your lips. Ellie hungrily lapped and sucked between your folds, making you more messy with her saliva, even if she insisted she did this to clean you up.

Ellie backed away, hot breath still fanning against your core. “Gonna clean you up, make you cum on my tongue too, yeah?” She leaned back down to feverishly suck and lap at your pussy as if she was starving. And she was, she was starving for more. More of you.

You gripping her hair tightly and nodding your head was all she needed for confirmation. So, she continued eating you out till you saw stars.

Author’s Note: Quick drabble I threw together while I edit my fic :)

[bblairxe]

nsfw image of ellie below !!

HOLY shit.

[losing-it-lately]

my girl 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

roommate!ellie headcannons.

pairing : ellie williams x reader

pov : second person , she/her pronouns

warnings : mention of porn i guess? college!ellie!! she’s got a big fat crush on you

notes : PLEASEEE send me headcannon and blurb requests for ellie (AND ABBY)!!

roommate!ellie that you met in a facebook group (she promptly deleted facebook as soon as you met)

roommate!ellie who refuses. and i mean re fuses. to do laundry.

she hates it oh my god she hates it. she does dishes, you do laundry. that is the agreement!

roommate!ellie who does not care what the place looks like, please take all creative control. she’ll love it regardless

she WILL kick ice under the fridge no matter how many times you tell her not to

roommate!ellie who would rather die than forget to water your plants. because she knows you love them and she KNOWS you will forget

she’s so “dad who says he doesn’t want a cat but loves that cat more than himself”

(the cat’s name is star. i will not elaborate.) (savage starlight.)

roommate!ellie who introduced you to fortnite and is mad because you’re better than her

roommate!ellie whose love language is physical touch

she will Die if your legs aren’t in her lap while watching a movie. she will sit on the counter beside the stove if you’re cooking.

roommate!ellie is a LOOOOSERRRRR

i’m talking sweating when you’re wearing pajama shorts, shaking when you play with her hair, blushing like all the fucking time.

she needs you bad.

roommate!ellie who turns into a handyman any time something breaks (she will break it more than it was already broken)

she was laying on the kitchen floor tiles when she accidentally broke the ac

roommate!ellie who refuses to let you buy groceries

“i eat more than you anyway” “you pay for the netlifx and the disney+” “let me sugar momma you”

roommate!ellie who will get on. All fours. if she comes home from work or class and you’re cooking or you made dinner for her.

(please please please be her housewife) (omg who said that?!)

roommate!ellie who puts cream and sugar in her coffee even though she likes black the best

because she knows she won’t finish the mug but you will and you like cream and sugar

roommate!ellie who is actually not! an astronomy major! she’s a paleontology major for sure

roommate!ellie who spends every paycheck she gets on 1. groceries and 2. random little trinkets she knows you’ll like

the sonny angel collection is crazy (thank you ellieeee :P)

roommate!ellie who can not stop giving you weird nicknames

“sweet girl” “angel” yeah yeah the normal ones but why is she calling you “beef” and “charcuterie board”

roommate!ellie was the first person you smoked with and she almost cried because she felt so bad when you greened out

her music taste is so. Bad (comedically, she actually has really good music taste)

“ellie if you play mask by dream one more time i’m going to [TRAIN PASSES BY]”

roommate!ellie (loser) who says “can i put my minecraft bed next to yours” LOSER

roommate!ellie who is So fucking smart but she pretends to not know what’s going on in her classes so you will sit next to her and your upper arm will touch hers as you help her

roommate!ellie who has to be constantly reminded to close her bedroom door at night

“i don’t know if you’re getting laid or watching p*rn but Hey close the door”

(you’re not jealous. why would you be jealous? it’s not like you like ellie or anything so if she’s getting laid why would it matter you don’t-)”

:0

roommate!ellie who worships the ground you walk on

do Not try on a dress or a skirt or a cropped shirt in front of her because she will pass out and d*e

stuttering and shit when you ask about her day (say it with me) (loooserrrr)

roommate!ellie who will Not hang up the phone or say goodbye without saying “love you”

cuz she does :,) she loves you :,)

don’t say “love you too” though because she will overthink it and stress herself out to tears

roommate!ellie who annoys dina so bad with how much she talks about you

“i was talking to y/n and she said” “y/n really likes this show” “y/n said that we should”

“oh my job just fuck already”

ellie’s best friend!dina who will look over you and at ellie and mouth “kiss her!!!”

and you’re clueless obviously

[wingedhallows]

— AT A TIME LIKE THIS —

— ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ pairing: ellie williams x reader | 0.8k words — ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ plot: Amid chaos and gunfire, a desperate confession slips out—raw, unplanned, and terrifyingly real. With blood staining their hands and time running out, the weight of unspoken feelings collides with the fight for survival. But in the midst of it all, love might just be the thing that keeps them holding on. — ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ authors note: hey, babes. this is a request from none other than the lovely @luvsizedfrellie :) i made it a bit more dramatic and added my own twist to it, i hope you like it

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Shit.

Just—shit. This was supposed to be a routine patrol, nothing out of the ordinary. Now, bullets shriek past your ears, kicking up dirt as you drag Ellie with you, your grip on her wrist unrelenting.

Your pulse slams against your ribs, so frantic and erratic that for a terrifying second, you think your heart might tear itself free.

"Wait—" Ellie gasps behind you, her breath ragged, uneven.

"Just a little further!" you choke out, barely recognizing your own voice.

Your lungs burn, your legs scream in protest, but stopping isn’t an option. Not now.

The moment you shove through the shattered doorway of a crumbling office building, you yank Ellie in after you, slamming your weight against the frame.

Dust and debris rain down as you brace yourself, chest rising and falling in desperate gulps. But Ellie—Ellie isn't beside you.

She’s hunched over, one hand braced on the counter, her entire body trembling.

“What—” you start, but then you see it.

Everything freezes. The world shrinks to a single, suffocating point in your chest.

Ellie’s white tank top is soaked through, crimson blooming across the fabric like a grotesque flower.

Your breath stutters. Your fingers shake as you reach for her, guiding her down to sit before her legs can give out.

She grits her teeth as her back meets the counter, a strangled groan slipping past her lips.

"Fuck—" she hisses, her voice tight with pain.

Your mind fractures, a violent spiral of panic and denial. No. No, no, no—this can’t be happening.

Ellie can’t die. She won’t die. Not when you haven’t told her yet.

Not when you haven’t confessed the one thing that’s been clawing at your chest for so long.

Not when you can’t even imagine a world without her in it.

"Hold on."

You drop to your knees beside her, hands shaking as you reach for the hem of her blood-soaked shirt.

Ellie flinches, sucking in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, her body rigid beneath your touch. Her eyes—dazed, unfocused—barely manage to meet yours.

"I got you. Just—just hold on." Your voice wavers, barely above a whisper, but you don’t have time to dwell on it.

Your fingers fumble as you rip your backpack from your shoulder, yanking at the zipper, searching—first aid kit, bandages, anything.

But then—a touch.

Ellie’s hand, warm and trembling, finds yours, halting your frantic movements. Your breath stutters.

"Hey, hey—take a breath." Her voice is raw, strained, yet impossibly soft. Maybe just for you.

Your vision blurs. Your throat tightens. You blink hard, but a tear escapes anyway, slipping down your cheek.

Ellie sees it—of course, she sees it—and despite the pain, her expression softens. And for a fleeting, impossible moment, the world outside fades. The gunfire, the blood, the suffocating fear—gone.

Just her. Just you.

And before you can stop yourself, before your brain can catch up to your mouth, the words slip free.

"I—I love you."

Ellie’s brows twitch, the smallest flicker of surprise breaking through her exhaustion. But you don’t regret it.

Not now, not when the truth feels so right sitting between you.

Not when it might be the last chance you get to say it.

The corner of her mouth twitches, just for a second, before her voice slips out—hoarse, strained, but laced with quiet amusement.

"You know, it's just like you to confess at a time like this."

A breathless laugh escapes you, though it’s more disbelief than humor. Your hands tremble as you refocus on tending to her wound, but your mind is spinning.

Was that a rejection? Was she teasing you? The uncertainty gnaws at you, tangling with the panic already clawing at your chest.

Ellie watches you, pain etched across her face, yet there’s something softer beneath it—something just for you.

"Hey, look at me."

Her whisper is so faint you almost miss it. But you don’t hesitate. You stop, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze.

And then—her fingers, warm despite the blood staining them, slip into yours. She squeezes.

"I love you too."

The world stills. For a moment, the gunfire outside, the frantic pounding of your heart, the terror—it all fades into nothing. Your breath catches, your chest tightens, and God, you would kiss her stupid right here if you weren’t so afraid of her bleeding out.

"You do?" Your voice barely makes it past your lips, fragile and disbelieving.

Ellie doesn’t hesitate. She nods, firm despite her exhaustion. "Yes, silly."

A grin tugs at the corner of your lips—small, but real. The fear doesn’t disappear, but something steadies inside you. You exhale, slower this time, more sure.

You can fix this. You have to.

With renewed focus, you reach for her wound again—hands steadier now, more confident. Because she loves you, and you are not losing her.

[asklaww]

her muscles, her fingers, and the VEINS. abby, what a woman you are

[00valentina-writes00]

Streamer!au with Abby and Ellie?

♡♥︎Streamer au! Headcanons for Abby and Ellie♥︎♡

♡ Abby ♡

♥︎ Abby’s a mix between a variety streamer and a competitive gamer—she loves playing FPS games like Call of Duty, Apex Legends, and Overwatch, but she also has a soft spot for survival games like The Last of Us and Resident Evil.

♥︎ She occasionally does gym streams, setting up a camera in her home gym while she lifts, and chat goes wild hyping her up. “MOMMY? Sorry. MOMMY?” is a frequent message in her chat.

♥︎ When she’s not in a competitive mood, she plays story-driven games with emotional depth. She’s the type to get really into it, arguing with NPCs, getting attached to side characters, and yelling “NO WAY” at plot twists.

♥︎ She has a deep, slightly raspy voice, so when she gets frustrated and mutters under her breath, chat lives for it.

♥︎ If Abby’s on cam and sees you in chat, she’ll break into a soft smile and greet you in a way that’s noticeably gentler than her usual tone. “Hey, babe, you finally decided to show up?”

♥︎ Chat has so many ship names for you two. “Abby x (reader) supremacy” is a common pinned comment.

♥︎ If you join her for co-op games, chat will either simp for you, or scream about how lucky Abby is. If you clutch a match, it’s nonstop “SHE’S SO COOL WTF ABBY BAGGED A GODDESS.”

♥︎ If she gets too focused on a game and forgets to read chat, people start spamming “Your girl is watching, say something nice.”

♥︎ She gets roasted so hard when she flirts with you. If she drops a smooth pickup line, chat floods with “SHE PRACTICED THIS” and “NO WAY THIS IS OFF THE DOME.”

♥︎ After a long stream, she’s got so much pent-up energy—if you’ve been teasing her in chat all night, expect her to take out all that frustration on you the moment she ends stream.

♥︎ If you’re in the same room while she’s streaming, she loves subtle teasing—resting her big hand on your thigh, whispering something dirty in your ear while staying perfectly composed for chat.

♥︎ She gets possessive if chat simps for you too much. “Alright, alright, y’all can chill—she’s mine.” And the way she says it? Yeah, chat loses their minds.

♥︎ On rare occasions when she’s streaming late and her voice gets really husky from exhaustion, chat jokes about how you must be so lucky. They have no idea.

♥︎ If she’s doing a just chatting stream and you walk by in the background, she will get distracted mid-sentence. If you’re in something short or revealing? Yeah, stream’s ending early.

♥︎ She gets a little too into voice commands if you’re playing a game with her. “On your knees.” “Stay still for me.”

♡ Ellie ♡

♥︎ Ellie is the ultimate chaotic variety streamer—she plays whatever she’s in the mood for, whether it’s indie horror, survival games, or competitive shooters like Valorant and CS:GO.

♥︎ She’s stupidly competitive and trash-talks like it’s her job. If she dies in-game, you’ll hear a stream of insults like, “Bro’s got the reaction time of a fucking potato” followed by chat spamming “COPING.”

♥︎ She absolutely loves playing rage games like Getting Over It or Jump King just to suffer. Half the time, she’s yelling and threatening to uninstall, but chat eats it up.

♥︎ Guitar streams? Yeah, she does those sometimes—usually when she’s feeling soft (or when you ask her to). She’ll pluck out a song, messing up here and there, but chat doesn’t care because they’re all simping.

♥︎ Late-night horror game streams are a staple. She acts all cocky at first, but the second a jumpscare gets her, she screeches and chat roasts her for it. “ELLIE JUMPS LIKE A LITTLE BITCH” is always the top comment.

♥︎ If she’s been losing a match and suddenly starts playing better, chat immediately types “(reader) BUFF” because she always tries harder when she knows you’re watching.

♥︎ Whenever she says something dumb, chat snitches IMMEDIATELY. “(Reader) COME GET YOUR GIRL” floods the screen, and you have to threaten to revoke her gaming privileges.

♥︎ If you join her on stream, chat’s obnoxious about how cute you two are. They’ll clip every little moment, like when Ellie subconsciously leans toward you or when she smirks after making you laugh.

♥︎ When you beat her at a game, chat goes feral. “SHE GOT HER ASS BEAT BY HER OWN GF” trends for days, and Ellie fake-pouts about it for a week.

♥︎ If she gets too flirty with you, chat will start spamming “DOWN BAD” and “LEAVE SOME FOR OFFSTREAM.”

♥︎ Ellie loves being a cocky little shit on stream, but the second you get her alone? She’s the neediest, whiniest mess you’ve ever seen.

♥︎ If you tease her while she’s live—maybe sitting in her lap, whispering something in her ear—she’ll try to keep her cool, but chat will immediately clock how flustered she gets.

♥︎ If she’s been bratty all stream, talking shit and showing off, you will put her in her place after. And she’ll take it, whining and squirming, begging for more.

♥︎ She’s loud—whimpers, whines, breathless little gasps that she tries (and fails) to muffle. You have to remind her that her mic is sensitive, and if she’s not careful, chat will hear her.

♥︎ On nights when her stream ends early, chat knows what’s up. The second she hits “End Stream,” you’re already on her, and the next time she logs on, people are spamming “YOU GOOD?” because she looks wrecked.

♥︎ If she’s feeling extra needy, she’ll be texting you between games, begging for you to come over. “Babe, please, I’ll do anything, just hurry the fuck up.”

♥︎ If you tease her about being a whiny bottom on stream? She’ll try to deny it, but chat never lets her live it down. “ELLIE ‘PLEASE BABY’ WILLIAMS” is her new unofficial nickname.

[queenwitchsam]

The Last Of Us Season 2 High Quality Photos

[losing-it-lately]

i need her so freaking bad...

can you please write hcs for ellie being jealous??🤭 like, reader is social and popular whilst ellie is an introvert, and she freaks out by the sight of reader talking with other people at parties and stuff😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

ooooo i love this idea !!! of course !!! :P

jealous!ellie headcannons.

pairing : ellie williams x reader

pov : second person , she/her pronouns & feminine terms

warnings : none i don’t think ??? insecure ellie might pull at your heart strings though

notes : ugh i love all your cute little requests !!!

you and ellie have been best friends since basically birth so, naturally, you go to the same school for college

with you being extroverted and pretty and sweet, every time there was a party you were invited

and, naturally, you bring your best friend ellie along

ellie hates going to parties

it’s too loud and too crowded and you always get dragged away by someone no matter how hard you try to convince her that you’ll stay right by her side

but she goes cause she loves you

 even though she would never admit it, seeing you in your little skirts and cropped tops for every party makes her sweat

and she would DEFINITELY never admit this, but she doesn’t like the idea of other people (men) being able to look at you the way that she does

other people can say that you’re pretty and call you beautiful, but they don’t understand or know you the way ellie does

if you get separated at a party, ellie is always going on a mission to find you

how can she make sure you’re safe if she just stays put in the living room?

one time she found you in the kitchen cuddled under some girl’s arm and she thought she was going to throw up

she tried to keep her composure and linger in the corner but she couldn’t watch

she all but ran out of there

another time she found you leaning against a wall, a boy from her math class brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear

you were giggling but she was seeing red

she tries so hard not to get jealous and especially not to get angry but sometimes it just comes

she understands that you are not her girlfriend so there’s no reason to be jealous but she just can help it

her breathing gets heavier and her hands start shaking and she has to look away before she throws up on the carpet

“you’re not hers, you’re not hers, you’re not hers” is just repeating in her brain over and over

she’ll go to the bathroom and sit on the closed toilet lid and sometimes she just kinda has to cry a little bit

she wants you SOOOO bad but she is not going to put your friendship at risk by telling you

other times thoughhhh she just gets so angry

angry at herself for not just sucking it up and telling you she’s in love with you

and angry at whoever’s around you for not knowing that you are her girl (her girl that doesn’t know she’s her girl)

when she’s got a little liquid courage, she’ll walk up and throw her arm around your shoulders and say something cheesy

“hey i was wondering where you went” “you left me all alone over there”

you’re always happy to see her, none the wiser about what her intentions were

she hopes and prays that the person you’re talking to will maybe come to the conclusion that you guys were together

most of the time it works and ellie’s hands can stop shaking

sometimes you find her outside on the front porch, head in her hands

“hey you okay?”

no, she wants to say. the words “i’m in love with you” are bouncing around in her brain

“yeah i’m good, just kinda tired”

(please say that you’re ready to go home. she doesn’t know how much more of this she can take.)

“we can go home if you want, i just need to say by to my friend !”

what the fuck 😭😭😭

[elliesanqel]

can you do reader eating sub!ellie out plspls🙏

consume

sypnosis; after you try on a new skirt you bought, you notice oddly submissive behaviour coming from ellie, making you determined to take advantage of it. warnings; e!receiving all, spitting, slight praise kink, eating sub!ellie out, fingering, soft dom!fem reader, overstim, multiple orgasms, mdni. a/n; thankyouuu for this req anon, hope you like it! i literally had to pause halfway through writing this cause sub ellie makes me feel things. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

you stand in front of the mirror, turning at different angles as your eyes travel all over the new skirt you’ve bought in order to assess how it looks on you. it hugged your body perfectly, your ass showing out the bottom a little. you loved it. you turned to face ellie who was half laying half sitting on the bed, watching your every move while she acted nonchalant. “you like it?” you ask innocently, voice soft. causing ellie’s eyes to shift up from where they weren’t supposed to be, to your eyes.

she nodded softly, a small hum coming from her at the same time. you frown in response. you knew ellie was never really the type to give full ass descriptions, but she’d normally at least say something. but all she could focus on was the wetness beginning to form in her boxers from the sight of you in that skirt, her pussy aching and pulsing.

“come on, whats wrong with it?” you ask, oblivious to what was going on, voice impatient as she let your question hang in the air for a bit. your brows furrowed when you noticed her slight squirming, her eyes squeezing shut and open. “nothin’. ‘s nice, baby.” she breathes, as if it took all her willpower to form that sentence.

small beads of sweat lined her forehead and her cheeks flushed a rosey pink. you knew something was up now, your eyebrows furrowing further. you walked over to the bed and sat next to ellie, your hand resting on her thigh. “whats up with you? you stressed or something? you look…weird.” you admit, your eyes scanning her whole body to try and catch something, and you did.

you noticed her thighs squeezing together, a pathetic look on her face as it looked like she was trying to hold back a moan. her head bowed a little, eyes squeezing shut and her voice fragile like it could break with the smallest bit of more contact. “fuck…” she muttered under her breath.

your eyes widened a little, now fully understanding what was going on as you watched her practically unfold in front of you.

“hm, i get it.” you grin, crawling a little closer to her as you cupped her chin gently, pulling it up. “look at me.” you command, her eyes immediately opening as she wasn’t really used to you saying such things. “is someone a little more needy than usual?” you ask with seduction practically dripping from your words.

she had to hold back a whimper, her lips thinning. “shut up.” she groans, but there was no real snap to it. you laugh at her, how pathetic she was sounding. you let go of her chin, moving on the bed so you were in front of her knees that were now up. hey eyes never left you, not even for a second, her heart rate quickening. your hands gently took her knees, spreading her legs apart slowly, crawling in between them and causing her eyes to widen and her lips to part. “what are you doing—”

you cut her off lightly. “shhh, let me take care of you, baby. just relax, mhm?” you whisper softly. it wasn’t often ellie was so submissive like this, you loved it. really loved it. she was such a loser when she was like this and it made you want to make her scream your name and beg for you to let her cum. the thought alone was enough to make you wet. “you’re so pathetic like this. needy for me, aren’t you?” you tease her, knowing she wasn’t able to protest.

“fuck you…” she whispers, no bark to her tone, even she knew she couldn’t protest. her head fell back against the bed, her eyes squeezing shut as she spread her thighs apart further, giving in to the dominant act for now. you grin as she doesn’t argue, your hands reaching forward and undoing the button of her skinny jeans, letting your hands linger on her waist for a bit before pulling them down and fully off. her pretty thighs greeting your eyes. you reach forward for her boxers next which did indeed have a wet patch. god she was such a loser for you.

your soft hands pulled them off her waist and down her legs, her hips lifting to help you. once they were off you tossed them to the side, looking back at her. her expression was a mix of neediness and something else—as if she was embarrassed.

you had to admit, fuck she was beautiful. her pussy gleamed with wetness in front of your eyes, her plump thighs spread apart and her pretty waist lay against the bed, her hoodie that had ridden up so you could see the bottom of her small boobs. you wanted so badly to compliment her but the need to just take her then and there was a more overpowering thought.

you lowered your head, looking at her eyes that never left you, your hand wrapping around her thigh while you took your other hand, softly touching ellies pulsing clit, swirling it with your delicate fingers. the movement caused ellies back to arch off the bed and her head to throw back, an unusual whore-ish moan falling from her parted lips. well shit, that was fucking hot. especially coming from her.

“god—” she gasped out as your fingers continued their movements on her puffy clit. a grin plastered on your lips. you take it further, wanting to get everything you could from her by slipping two fingers inside her throbbing pussy, curling them just right. “uuhhh, shit…” she whimpered, her head curling back further as her hips buckled up on your fingers, her back arching off the bed again. “fuck, don’t stop.” she whined out quickly, sounding like the most desperate loser ever—she’d normally never say anything like that. her hips continuing to buck against your fingers.

you grin, pumping your digits in and out of her cunt faster and faster, needy whines, groans and curses coming from her parted lips. her walls began pulsing around your fingers, you knew she was close but you also knew she’d never admit that so you gave her all you could, circling her puffy clit with your thumb as your fingers pumped in and out of her, her hands gripping the headboard behind her.

her face contorted in pleasure, her walls clamping down on your fingers as she shook vigorously, a needy moan falling from her lips as she comes on your fingers, the white liquid coating your fingers as it dripped out of her and onto the sheets. “oh shitttt.” she sighs out, breath ragged and eyes squeezed shut.

your face lit up at the sight before you. the same girl who loves being the one in control now had her cum all over your fingers. the irony.

but oh, how you were no where near done with her yet. you slipped your fingers out of her needy pussy, a small whine emitting from her at the loss of contact. you took your cum coated fingers into your mouth, licking up every last drop of ellies release, relishing every last drop as if it was your lifeline and making sure not to waste it. after all, it was very rare where you got to taste this loser and see her like this.

her eyes widened, clearly not expecting that from you. “wha—” she begins, but you quickly cut her off. “shhh, i’m not done with you yet. spread these pretty legs further.” she urge, voice seductive and low. she shakes her head as if she wasn’t just begging you to keep going 5 minutes ago. “huh? no way. i wanna give you—” you cut her off again, but not with your words.

you lean down and your lips make contact with her puffy clit, her head throwing back once more. “shit!” she gasps out, her plump thighs squeezing around your head which actually only egged you on. you gave her soft puppy licks, licking the cum, from her release that was left on her pussy, off. gathering it all up and swallowing it. your tongue worked magic on her, dipping into her aching hole every so often. she looked down at your head between her thighs, already seeing you looking up at her through your lashes as you ate her needy cunt. she had to admit, seeing you down there looking at her like that was a very pretty sight.

upon seeing you, her head fell back again, her teeth finding her bottom lip and her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. that face making you feel yourself getting wetter.

her hand found your hair, her fingers tangling with it and pushing your face closer. a very different demeanour from earlier when she thought you were done with her. like hell were you done. your hands reached to grip around her thighs, continuing your movements with your tongue. everytime your teeth made slight contact with her clit it drew loud moans from her. one hand left her thigh and slid up her stomach, slipping under her hoodie and cupping her small, warm breast, kneading it gently as you swirled your fingers around her hard nipple every now and then. “oh—oh my fucking goddd—” she cries out, hips bucking up against your face, nose against her clit.

“doing so well. being such a good girl for me, fuck…” you mumbled against her pussy, continuing your licks, the praising sending her almost rolling. you softly pulled back, looking at her swollen cunt, opening your mouth and softly spitting, letting your saliva fall down onto her as you quickly made contact again. the sensations of all your touches causing her to almost cry out of pleasure, a soft gasp escaping her lips when you spit on her folds. she was new to all this but god she loved it.

she was beginning to feel herself coming back to earth, her stomach clenching once more and her walls began pulsing around your tongue. “go on, baby. i know you have it in you, one more for me.” you egg her on, whispering against her pussy. she was shaking alot more this time, her second orgasm dawning on her. “c-cant…” she moans out as her eyes rolling back even further.

“yes you can, come on, sweetheart. you’re doing so so well.” you reply, trying to help her as much as you can as you continue dipping your tongue in and out of her throbbing walls. her face contorts once more, her body almost spasming as her moans get out and louder, her walls clenching around your tongue as her cum shoots out, directly into your mouth exactly where you wanted it. “mmm—fuuuuck…” she cries out, her back arching. you make sure to keep ahold of her to steady her, the slight overstimulation taking a toll on her as she’d never had that before.

you lick up every last bit, still making sure to not waste any as it was like liquid gold to you. you give her pussy a soft kiss before crawling out from between her legs, looking up at her dazed face and flopping beside her, well, basically on top of her. you wanted to be as close as possible, her calloused hands finding your waist and holding you for dear life. “that was…” she begins, a smirk growing on your face.

“amazing?”

“fuuuuck yeah. amazing.”

[marscardigan]

family line, part iii

ellie williams x fem!reader

family line masterlist

summary: falling in love with ellie was easy. it was harder to hate her once you knew she was the one hunting your sister.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot of the last of us part ii. canon typical violence. no use of y/n.

You’d always loved the stars. They made you feel closer to the people you lost, a silent reminder that, somewhere, they still existed. Even at the stadium, where you spent most nights alone, you had never truly felt lonely under them.

It had been a full day since you found yourself in the theater with Ellie and Dina. And while you felt a some kind of safety—at least from the brunette’s side—you missed your sister terribly. Without her, the nightmares returned. That’s why you were on the rooftop, staring at the endless sky, forcing yourself to breathe through the suffocating anxiety.

"You should come inside."

The voice nearly made you jump. You turned to find Ellie leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

"We don’t have enough meds if you catch a cold," she added, voice clipped but not entirely unkind.

You dropped your gaze, not wanting to meet those sharp green eyes. The panic still hadn’t left you, and forming words felt impossible.

Ellie shifted, clearly growing impatient. "Did you not hear me? Get inside."

Your chest tightened, breath coming in shallow gasps. The edges of your vision blurred. Your lungs refused to expand properly, and the weight pressing against your ribs grew unbearable.

Ellie stepped closer, but her posture changed. The irritation in her stance softened into something else you couldn’t quite decipher. A warm hand settled on your back, hesitant at first, then firmer, grounding.

Ellie knew what was happening. Hell, Ellie knew it better than anyone.

She didn’t say anything, didn’t push. She simply stayed there, her presence steady as the stars above. The minutes stretched, then an hour, maybe longer—until, finally, your breathing slowed. Until the grip of your panic loosened enough for you to lift your gaze to hers.

You whispered a quiet 'thanks', but if she did hear it, she didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t nod or brush it off. But the next morning, something in the air between you had shifted. Everyone could feel it.

Ellie had been pacing near the back of the theater for the past twenty minutes, muttering curses under her breath as she fiddled with something. The occasional thud of her fist against a wooden surface and the frustrated grunts told you whatever she was doing wasn’t going well. You’d been minding your own business—sorting through supplies Dina had left in a storage area—but the noise was starting to get on your nerves.

You turned your head slightly, peeking at her from the corner of your eye. She was hunched over a radio, eyebrows furrowed, jaw tight, fingers twisting the knobs in a futile attempt to get a signal.

You knew that look.

"That thing's not gonna fix itself just because you glare at it," you finally said, leaning against the wall, a small smile plastered on your lips.

Ellie stiffened, her head snapping toward you, "I got it."

"Sure, because that's working out great for you."

She scowled. "Fuck off."

You rolled your eyes but stayed where you were. She kept turning dials, adjusting wires, tapping the side of the radio like that would somehow make it magically start working again. Every few minutes, she’d pause and listen, only to get more irritated when all she heard was static.

Five more minutes passed before she let out a sharp exhale and shoved the radio away from her like it had personally offended her.

"Piece of shit," she grumbled.

You watched her for a second, then sighed. "Let me see."

Ellie gave you an unimpressed look. "What?"

"The radio. Let me see it."

Her fingers drummed against the table as she considered it, eyes flicking between you and the broken equipment. You half expected her to snap at you again, but instead, she scoffed, grabbed the radio, and shoved it into your hands.

"Fine. But if you break it, I’ll kill you."

You smirked. "Noted."

Sitting down, you turned the radio over in your hands, examining the knobs, wires, and the cracked casing. Ellie hovered nearby, arms crossed, watching your moves.

"You hit it a few times, didn’t you?" you asked.

She shifted her weight. "What? No."

"Ellie."

"…Maybe."

You shook your head and got to work. The wiring was all messed up, which explained why it wasn’t connecting to any frequencies. A few frayed pieces had come loose, and some of the internal components were slightly misaligned. Nothing you couldn’t handle.

Your fingers moved instinctively, twisting wires, reconnecting the right circuits, adjusting the battery placement. It wasn’t much different from fixing up your bombs and gadgets back at the stadium. A few minutes later, the soft hum of static filled the air.

Ellie’s head snapped up. "No fucking way."

You didn’t look at her, adjusting one final dial before a faint voice crackled through.

Ellie lunged forward, grabbing the radio from your hands, her face instantly more alert. She turned away, focusing entirely on the device as she fiddled with the settings.

You stretched your arms, smug. "Told you it wasn’t impossible."

Ellie didn’t respond.. You figured she was just relieved the radio worked now, but you didn’t think much of it. Why would you?

Shrugging, you stood up and left her to it.

If you had known what she would eventually use that radio for, maybe you wouldn’t have been so quick to help.

Ellie and Dina had returned from their daily supply run earlier that evening, but something was off. You could tell the moment they stepped inside the theater. Dina looked exhausted, her shoulders slumped, her movements sluggish, and she kept pressing a hand to her stomach like she was trying to steady herself.

The freckled girl, on the other hand, had been eerily quiet. No sarcastic remarks, no sharp glances in your direction—just this rigidness in the way she carried herself, like she was holding something in.

It wasn’t until later, when you were somewhere else in the building, that Dina finally told her.

From the other room, you heard Ellie’s voice, louder than usual, sharp with disbelief.

"You’re what?"

You frowned, pausing mid-step.

A beat of silence, then Dina’s softer voice followed, trying to soothe her. You couldn’t make out everything, but you caught the important part—Dina was pregnant.

Your stomach twisted.

You debated going back, but it wasn’t your place. Whatever was happening, they needed to figure it out themselves.

So, you stayed away.

Later that night, when things had settled and Ellie had cooled off enough to stop pacing the theater like a caged animal, Dina found you.

"Ellie’s going out again tomorrow."

You raised an eyebrow, "Sure."

Dina shifted, biting her lip before continuing. "I can’t go with her."

Something about the way she said it made your stomach drop. You stared at her, not wanting to be the one to say out loud what the brunette was thinking.

Dina’s gaze flickered to the side before settling back on you. "I want you to go instead."

You blinked. "Huh?"

She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. "Look, I know you two don’t exactly get along, but you held your own back there. And you…" she hesitated, then exhaled. "You saved my life. I trust you."

You scoffed, leaning back against the wall. "Yeah, well, she doesn’t."

Dina gave you a pointed look. "Ellie won’t like it, but she’ll have to deal with it."

That didn’t sound very reassuring.

"She doesn’t even want me here, Dina."

Dina rolled her eyes. "She’ll survive. Just… go with her, alright? Watch her back. It’s dangerous to go outside alone."

You hesitated, thinking about how Ellie had snapped at you the day before, how she looked at you like she was still waiting for an excuse to kick you out.

But then you thought about Dina, about the way she held her stomach earlier, the exhaustion in her eyes.

You sighed. "Fine."

Dina gave you a small, grateful smile. "Thanks."

Somewhere across the theater, Ellie sat alone, sharpening her knife. She had no idea what she’d be in for tomorrow.

You were surprised when she didn't fight against your company, and just accepted it by ignoring you at first. Both of you left the theater in mere silence, as she walked ahead, barely acknowledging your presence. You kept your hands tucked into your pockets, eyes on the cracked pavement as you followed her.

Ellie didn’t want you here, that much was obvious. But even as she kept her distance, you could feel her gaze on you, analyzing your every move.

"So… you really haven’t been outside much, huh?"

You turned to her, brows furrowing at the remark. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Ellie shrugged. "Just that… your hair’s all down. And it’s not exactly short."

You blinked, unsure where she was going with this.

"Infected could grab it. Get you killed."

"Oh." The realization settled uncomfortably in your stomach. "Right. Uh… thanks for the advice."

Five minutes later, as Ellie returned from rummaging through an abandoned pharmacy, she found you waiting with your hair pulled into two simple braids.

"Better?" you asked, flashing a proud smile.

Ellie scoffed, barely sparing you a glance before continuing forward.

Silence was nice, but after a while, it kind of became suffocating. You were just about to say something—anything—to break it when Ellie suddenly spoke.

"You ever shoot a gun before?"

You hesitated, rubbing your fingers against your sleeve. "…Not exactly."

Ellie stopped so fast that you almost ran into her. "Not exactly?" She turned, her brows furrowing. "—but you saved Dina, right?"

"I mean… I did, technically. But it was kind of a lucky shot." You cleared your throat, not being able to look at her, "I hate to break it to you, but I really don't know what I was doing."

Ellie's expression was blank, as if she'd just crashed down.

You shifted uncomfortably. "The clicker was right in above her, and I—I may have closed my eyes when I pulled the trigger."

Ellie blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, she let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. "You closed your fucking eyes?"

You crossed your arms, suddenly offended. "Hey, I still saved her, didn’t I?"

Ellie groaned, dragging a hand down her face like she was in actual pain. "Jesus fucking Christ."

You frowned, and Ellie turned, muttering something under her breath before storming off the path. You hesitated before following, watching as she stepped into a clearing between two abandoned buildings.

She slung her rifle off her shoulder, turning to you with an exasperated look. "Okay, no. We’re fixing this right now."

Your stomach sank. "What?"

She held up her hands. "Do you or do you not want to survive out here?"

You hesitated. "I mean—"

"Do you or do you not?" she repeated, sharper this time.

You swallowed. "…Yes?"

Ellie tossed her rifle onto her back again and pulled out the pistol holstered at her side. She turned it in her hands before offering you the large gun.

You looked at it warily.

She rolled her eyes. "It’s not gonna bite."

You grabbed it, surprised by the weight. It felt heavier than you expected, awkward in your hands.

Ellie took a step back and pointed at a rusted stop sign a few feet away. "Alright. Shoot."

You squinted. "Just… like that?"

"Yes, just like that."

You frowned, adjusting your grip before raising the gun. You lined up the shot as best as you could, finger hovering over the trigger—

BANG.

The shot went wide, bouncing off the edge of a crumbling brick wall.

Ellie dragged a hand down her face. "Oh, for fuck’s sake." She took a few steps forward, closing the distance between you. "Your stance is wrong. Here—"

She placed her hands on your arms, adjusting the way you held the gun. You stiffened at the sudden contact, but she didn’t seem to notice.

"You’re gripping it too tight. Loosen up." You tried, you really did, but the nerves didn’t help.

Ellie sighed, stepping behind you. "Alright, straighten your arms. Line up the sights. And breathe before you shoot."

You did as she said, inhaling through your nose, exhaling slowly.

Ellie’s voice was lower now, steadier. "Now, squeeze. Don’t jerk it."

You pulled the trigger.

The shot rang out, and this time, it actually hit the stop sign—off to the side, but it was still a hit.

Ellie hummed, pleased by now.

Even when you arrived to the theater, your arms still ached from carrying Ellie's stupid rifle all the way back. You were a better shooter than when you left. And it was all thanks to Ellie.

Now, the two of you found yourselves huddled in the dimly lit theater, an old wooden table between you, covered in scattered materials—wires, broken bottles, and chemical compounds Ellie had looted earlier. Dina was still asleep in the couch, neither of you wanting to wake her up. That left just you and Ellie, working in near silence, the only sounds being the quiet clinking of supplies and the occasional flicker of a match.

Ellie had been eyeing some of the chemicals earlier, her fingers brushing over the labels as if deciphering a puzzle.

"You don’t know how to make proper explosives, do you?" you teased, breaking the silence.

Ellie scoffed, not looking up. "I know enough."

You grinned. "Yeah? Show me."

She hesitated for a second before grabbing a few ingredients, ignoring your teasing ton and how her belly reacted to it, and started mixing them together with a little too much confidence. You winced as she poured too much alcohol into the mixture, watching as it fizzled weakly.

"Okay, stop—just stop." You reached over, steadying the jar. "You're gonna blow us up before you even throw that thing."

Ellie narrowed her eyes at you. "Like you could do better."

You rolled your eyes, pushing her hands aside as you took over. "Watch and learn, rookie."

Carefully, you measured out the ingredients, balancing them with practiced ease. Ellie watched, arms crossed.

"You need to balance the chemicals," you explained, pouring just the right amount of a compound into the mixture. "Too much, and it'll fizzle out. Too little, and it won't even light."

Ellie leaned in slightly, watching your hands work. You struck a match, letting the flame hover over the mixture. A controlled whoosh of fire flared up,.

"Huh," Ellie muttered, clearly impressed.

You smirked. "Now you can thank me."

She rolled her eyes, but there was the faintest twitch of a smirk at the corner of her lips.

The quiet stretched between you, but for once, it wasn’t uncomfortable. You both continued working as you crafted bombs, reinforcing them with whatever scrap you could find. Neither of you spoke much, but then again it didn't felt like a tense silence, and neither of you felt uncomfortable then.

At some point, Ellie stretched her fingers, cracking her knuckles. "This better not be a waste of time," she muttered.

You snorted. "Trust me, it won’t be. You’ll thank me when this saves your ass."

Ellie shot you a glance, something unreadable in her expression, before going back to her work.

The hours passed, and the night deepened. At some point, you glanced over at Ellie, watching the way the dim light flickered against her face, highlighting the freckles dusting her cheeks. She was concentrating, brow furrowed, jaw tight. Even in her frustration, she looked—

You shook the thought away.

Instead, you clung to the moment, silently willing the night to stretch on forever, as if staying in that basement could freeze time itself. Little did you know, Ellie was thinking the exact same thing, even if she tried to ignore the feeling fluttering inside her chest.

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