#ellie williams x yn

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𝒞𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓇𝓎.

𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝘢 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ..𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤．

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬！, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘳！,

(𝘳！𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝟭𝟴+𝗺𝗱𝗻𝗶.

u could say u were in a very glum mood. getting all dressed up for your girlfriend to not even notice—or compliment you.

but instead here she was stuffing her face with her third—no fourth chocolate muffin..you had made them for her..well for you both.

You glanced over at her. watching the way the crumbs fell from her mouth. so messy. and she wouldn’t stop groaning.

𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱?…

just as she was reading ur mind. mumbling out a small “god..” before finishing off the rest of the tasty batter.

“babe I swear..you always make the best deserts f’me—never fuckin’ miss.” she gritted. licking the chocolate off her lips. 𝗼𝗵.

offering her a small smile u nodded—“mhm..”

you couldn’t help but stare at the way her tongue flattened against her lips.

𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿—

“babe?..” her voice pulling u out of the nasty daydream.

“yeah el?—sorry.” u spoke. hoping she didn’t sense the way u were shifting around on the small cloth.

she gazed a look down at ur wrists..watching as they hugged the cloth so tight. she could see the grass peeking through.

she brought her hand to ur thigh. slowly rubbing up and down. “what’s wrong babe?..”

u sighed lowly. not meeting her eyes.

“uhh—nothin’..”

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁.

“(y/n)..” she squeezed ur thigh ever so gently.

“nothing el—it’s 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣��..” u frowned.

how were u supposed to explain she was getting u all needy and tense just by eating a muffin.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮.

“yea ok.” she huffed. letting go of ur thigh. reaching for the picnic basket.

“fine you don’t wanna tell me cool—I’ll just eat another muffin.”

u tensed. watching as she grabbed her fifth one?! 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨.

“I hate you..” u quietly muttered—well u thought u did.

next thing u know u heard a plate rumble and 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙣 fumble onto the ground. a very angry ellie moving her way into ur space—𝙤𝙝.

“what’d u say?” her voice was low. 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮. her eyes a dark fade. glaring into ur closed ones.

“huh?—open ur eyes and look at me” your eyes widened. only because her voice sounded so stern?—no.

“see?..wasn’t so hard was it?” u gulped. shaking ur head. ur panties felt too tight..𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

her ragged hands reached ur face gripping ur cheeks tightly.

“now u wanna tell me why ur acting like a baby—hm?..”

“I’m not..” u mutter. playing with the bracelet on ur wrist.

𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚’𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙘.

“not what?” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.

“not being a baby..your one to talk tho—you’ve been teasing me since we got here ellie.” u admitted.

u watched as a little smirk came upon her face.

pushing her hands away. “it’s not funny at all..”

𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙥. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙬𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 ����𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

she was in mere thought before she spoke. a small shrug appearing.

“not my fault u can’t control yourself around me when i eat.” u froze.

𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚? 𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩..

“ellie it’s literally all ur fault…my panties are so wet just from watching you eat a—fuckin’ muffin..”

she tried to hold in her laughter from ur weird confession. attempting to get ahold of herself. 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮?

“..you done?” u paused waiting on her response. she glanced at you again. not even two seconds later a startled laughter filled the air.

“ugh—el s’not that funny!…seriously” u whined. pushing her back onto the soft cloth. she had grabbed ur arms pulling u with her.

letting out a small “𝙢𝙥𝙝..” landing right on her chest.—𝙤𝙝.

pushing urself up. u were met with a cheesy faced ellie. her hands came up to grip the back of ur leg under ur shorts.

“well isn’t this a sight..” she squeezed the fat. 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢. “—mhm..” u softly groan.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

Ellie was just teasing u even more. she didn’t move an inch. except for her 𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙮 hand. reaching up under ur shorts to feel the outline of ur cunt—through ur 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨.

“ellie..” u whined. gaining her attention. “hm?” her fingers now rested on ur behind.

“want more please” u pleaded with her. the way she wasn’t even touching on ur cunt anymore. but she still had u 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 was insane.

𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.

“yea?..my baby wants s’more?” she spoke. ghosting her fingers 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 over ur outlined cunt.

u nodded letting out a small—“𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚.“

she leaned up. ur weight being pushed into her lower lap. “lay back for me—and take ur panties off.”

u swiftly turned over getting ready to pull ur shorts down—“ellie what if somebody see’s us?” she smirked. pulling ur shorts the rest of the way down ur ankles. “let them.”

𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠.

she had u on ur 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 now. thighs parted as her fingers were abusing ur cunt so good. u had 𝙘𝙪𝙢 2 times already..𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙝.

pulling her fingers out she had took notice of ur wet slickness glistening with a little 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚— glow. “such a pretty sight—your so pretty.” she rubbed at ur folds wetting them up even more. “god just…look at it—it’s so greedy for me..look.” she gripped ur neck with her unattended hand. pulling u up to make u watch as she rubbed her fingers through ur folds. letting out a low chuckle as her fingers accidentally slipped back inside u from how wet you were. “so wet I love it..”

u were a moaning mess. and a nervous wreck. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙚! anybody could walk by seeing the image of Ellie’s hand 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 between ur upper thighs. 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜.

“wish I had my strap on me..𝙝𝙢 ur so lucky.” she growled. “I need to actually tear this perfect cunt apart” u whimpered from her words. gripping her wrist. “el—please put them back in me..”

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨..𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

“keep ur eyes on me—wanna see when I..” she paused with a falter. as she buried her middle and ring finger back inside you.

“oh my—el!” u were humping into her hand. the pace of her fingers adding to ur despair.

“yea?..feels s’good?” she hummed. ur warm walls making a mess around her. 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

“god—𝙢𝙥𝙝 ‘think i can feel ur little cunt breaking my fingers..”

𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨.

“she’s so greedy” u heard her chuckle. “wish I could put a baby in you—I swear to god.” a low whine left ur lips. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪..𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧.

“els—𝙖𝙝𝙝𝙝” she pushed her hand down on ur stomach. “yea..would be right here.” she mentioned with a slight push of ur belly. the feeling made u clench roughly around her.

“please..𝙢𝙢..-wanna have ur baby s’bad..” crying out. u squeezed ur thighs around ellie’s wrist.

u were so into the feeling not even noticing ellie humping the fuckin’ ground. her jeans getting covered in the moss from the dark grass. her boxers were damp. so wet with her slick.

“yea gonna get you pregnant babe..”

“wanna 𝙘𝙪𝙢 inside you so bad..” she kept muttering lowly. voicing her desperation to 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 you.

she was close. u were close.

“ellie it’s coming again—𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠—𝙣𝙜𝙝..”

𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖.

she reached over into the basket full of snacks. pulling out the box of cherries from earlier.

“don’t let go yet..” she warned. pulling her fingers out. a yearning ache filled you.

“ellie what are you—“ “-open ur mouth.”

you were confused. why does she have a cherry in her hand? 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙, opening ur mouth.

“chew it you better not swallow it.”

“but els..” she narrowed her brows. causing u to silence urself. “good girl.” she put the cherry inside ur mouth. her fingers rested on ur tongue for a couple seconds. u bit down on the tasty fruit. the juice swallowed down by your throat.

u let out a soft hum at the taste.

“yummy right?” u looked up at ellie. her gaze connected to ur lips. watching the way they moved as u chewed on the sweet cherry.

you nodded. Ellie’s hands spread ur legs open once more. being met with ur inner thighs covered in slick..you looked away. dripping in arousal.

“so sweet baby..I bet it tastes better than you..” she muttered bringing her thumb to rub at ur cunt softly. watching as she leaned into you.

“I wanna kiss.” she gripped the back of ur neck. squeezing rather roughly. her other hand sliding her way down 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. u gasped. giving ellie a view of the half bitten cherry. “thought u swallowed it—𝙝𝙖𝙖..” u shook ur head. “wanna be a good girl..”

“yea?” “mhm.”

in mere seconds her lips were on ur’s. it felt like heaven. the taste of ellie and the cherry inside ur mouth made ur eyes roll back. and the way ellie’s fingers were 𝙣𝙤𝙬 ��digging in ur cunt.

𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

u relished in the kiss. not wanting ellie to pull away but she did. “fuck—𝙪𝙝𝙝𝙝..that is sweet..might be sweeter than you.” she bit out. licking at her lower lip.

u shook ur head. the chewy fruit still nessled behind ur lips.

“oh?..you don’t think so?—“ “-I’m sweeter..” u mumbled. desperately trying to catch the rhythm of ellie’s fingers but she was going so 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝. 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

“hm—well maybe we should put it to the test..bend over for me.”

[cowboyellies]

—SUPERCUT .e.w. smau

character introduction & prologue

series masterlist.

pairing: Rockstar!Ellie x IndieSinger!Reader

synopsis: ellie and you dated in high school where the two of you bonded together over your shared love of music. when ellie dumps you before your senior year to focus on her dreams of becoming a rockstar you write a devastating breakup song in your heartbroken daze. three years later you release the song and it blows up on social media. when it comes out that the song is about ellie, who reached her dreams of fame as the lead singer of her band the fireflies, the controversy spread like wildfire forcing you two to reconnect

warnings/themes: ellie is kind of a dick, ellie is cocky and annoying, second chance romance, probably some alcohol and drug references (nothing too crazy), enemies to lovers?kinda?

authors note: hello!! this is my first time making a smau and I don’t really know what i’m doing but I had a lot of fun doing it. the song I referenced in this chapter "paper-clip" isn't real lmao but I'll probably end up referencing other music in future chapters. basically I just want you to imagine the effect drivers license had on the internet when everyone was losing their minds and freaking out over artists love lives

(p.s if you are waiting for a new chapter of august it's coming I promise I just have crazy writers block sorryyy!!!)

[saintgoths]

ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱɪᴛʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ

DEALER!ELLIE X READER - CURIOUSITY KILLED THE CAT. [COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AU].

[PART THREE TO THE CATWOMAN SERIES.]

WORD COUNT - 3,402.

RATING - 18+. [mutual fingering]. DINA’S FEELINGS ARE TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE BTW.

SUMMARY - ellie finally founds out why you always disappear.

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It happened again, your absence, it hadn’t been too long, but enclosed by the latitude that had just occurred before those three days, Ellie would’ve thought it would have made you be more engaging with her. If the Williams girl was honest, if it wasn’t because of you, Ellie wouldn’t have necessarily cared of Doris exposing the two of you; yet, due to the fact that you hadn’t been around had made Ellie feel a particular way.

The day everything had gone down, Ellie had immediately informed you about the entire situation and she saw the hesitant look on your face, but it had commenced you to lead Ellie back to your dorm room. Moreover, when Ellie had entered your dorm room which you had the privileges to have no dorm mate, augmented, Ellie had noticed that your dorm room had been bigger than others, yet, that had to come with the advantage of your father being the top sponsor of the university. Howbeit, once the two of you had settled down in your dorm room you had shortly reassured each other that everything was going to be okay.

Nevertheless, when Ellie had returned to her dorm room, Doris was nowhere to be found, which had not surprised Ellie. This time, Ellie had your contacts and within those three days she had repeatedly messaged you, and you had barely responded to any of them. It had pushed fear and anxiety into her, that the situation had caused you to stay away from her. Though, she would’ve liked it if you had actually said anything aside from just disappearing.

Once again, Ellie had wished she had listened to Dina, she could feel her best friend say “I told you so.” Especially throughout the time she had been spending around Dina and Jesse for these past three days. When everything happened, they had comforted Ellie, not because of the nudes leaking because gratefully, no one cared about the nudes exposure for that long, it had just made a lot of noise because Ellie had been caught with a du Armani. They had comforted her because you were unresponsive.

Currently, it had been night, and Ellie had sat on her bed, after a period of time, Ellie had eventually given up on texting you and had begun to practice for her exams. Though, it had been cutting, during the moment the auburn-haired girl had stroked a few strings her device had been alerted, and no matter how much Ellie had tried to hide her curiosity, she had immediately dropped her guitar and flung her hand to her phone to check if the message had come from you, and Ellie had been correct.

“Dinner at my place,” it had read and right after Ellie had finished reading the sentence, the familiar phone ring had played on her phone and your name had appeared on Ellie’s phone screen, the letters bold and glowing hit Ellie’s green orbs, and without second thought, the freckled-face had answered the call.

“Hello?” Ellie answered in a gruff tone.

“Hey!” You replied cheerfully, and from the other side you could feel the dry silence, you understood you had much explaining to do, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to tell Ellie the truth to why you had always disappeared on the phone.

“How comes you weren’t returning any of my texts?”

“Um, I was busy,” you awkwardly responded, “I understand that you’re upset, but I want to make it up to you by inviting you over my home for dinner, tomorrow,” you attentively offered, gently apprehensive that Ellie would deny the invitation.

Ellie had given the invite some thought, she would be lying to herself if she said she weren’t interested to see how her home looked like. “How comes we can’t just eat anywhere else?” Ellie curiously inquired and it wasn’t like Ellie did not want to go to the du Armani habitat, yet, she had found it intimidating to be in the place where other du Armani’s would be at.

“My parents want to meet you,” you replied, and on your line of the phone you had become fretful to how Ellie would now respond.

“Are they not upset over the entire thing?”

“I did get an earful,” you gracelessly chuckled, “but in the end it got Doris excluded. The university did not want to lose its top sponsor, so, by the way, why would Doris even do that?” You singularly measured.

Moreover, it had appeared Ellie had been just as curious as you in regards to that question. “I’m her dealer, so I don’t even know why she did that.”

“Maybe she likes you,” you teasingly joked and Ellie dramatically rolled her eyes.

“I do not believe that,” she responded, embarrassed.

“Okay, cool, so I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 3PM,” you strongly declared and without allowing Ellie to say anything, you closed the call and left Ellie to sit on her bed, dazed and taken by surprise by the turn of event.

Saturday morning, you had taken Ellie by surprise by arriving at her door earlier than she had expected, startled, Ellie had her hand on the door knob and stared at you dismayed by your appearance. With no comment, you had brought Ellie into a hug and gently kiss her jaw. “Sorry for ghosting,” you clumsily apologised before you entered her dorm room. “I’ll try to stop the habit.”

“Well, thank you,” Ellie thanked as she closed the door behind her. “I didn’t think you’d come so early.”

“I just wanted to hang out before we leave to my home,” you prudently responded during the time Ellie had led you into her bedroom. “We should’ve fucked here,” you deliberately muttered as your eyes examined her bedroom. “Everything would’ve been avoided.”

“Well, I’ll have that in mind next time,” Ellie jokingly responded just as she immediately received the knowing look you had sent her way. “And I understand the next time is now?” Ellie questioned as she had felt your fingers gently brush her wrist.

“Didn’t know you were a mind reader,” you answered in a badgering tone and with a smile on her face, Ellie had brought you into a kind kiss but with the two of yours spiking passion for each other, the embrace had turned into a hot and rough peck.

Aroused, Ellie had slid her fingers into your pants, while you had also shared the desiring idea to find her pearl with your slender digits. The both of you had eagerly touched each other, Ellie’s fingers in your cunt and hastily stroked the inside of your pussy while your fingers rotated against her clit.

You had let out an ireful moan before her lips found way against her neck, Ellie had shakingly wailed as she had commenced to hump against your fingers, the blazing pleasure had caused Ellie to work her fingers against your pussy faster, “Ellie,” you whined as your thighs gripped her wrist as your milky climax had leaked against her paws, now determined to have Ellie shake due to your fingers, your fingers found way into her pussy, her cunt warm and her moans raspy and deep.

Her wet hand had gripped your wrist as she felt her body twitch, her eyes had rolled back in ease and fruition as she continued to hump her slit against your hand. “Fuck, [Y/N]!” Ellie loudly-moaned; the back of her head lightly slammed against the wall behind her as her hips began to move faster while her sticky orgasm slipped out of her figure.

Gratified at her successful attempt, you had pulled your hand away from Ellie’s heat and gave her one last peck, you were sure that Ellie had wanted another round, but the loud hammering against Ellie’s door snapped the both of you from the sexual high. Quickly, Ellie had put her lower clothing back on and stalked towards the sealed entrance to see who stood opposite the door.

Once the door had been opened, there had stood Dina, and not too long after, you had exited Ellie’s room, you had been in the process of zipping up your pants and when Dina had realised your existence, she had glanced at you unimpressed ere she returned her perception to Ellie who had gracelessly greeted her.

“Haven’t seen you in a long time,” Dina sarcastically commented, once you picked up your head you had realised, she had spoken to you, awkwardly you had nodded to her wittiness.

As Dina closed the door behind her, she gently walked towards you. “Seriously, where were you these past few days?”

“I was handling issues,” you briskly replied, you had softy plopped yourself against the sofa and with your quick perception, you had noticed the face Dina had pulled in response to your answer.

“What kind of issues do you handle that makes you disappear or even avoid Ellie, all the time?”

Hotly, Ellie raised the both of her hands to quickly calm down the tension between you and Dina that had strikingly bubbled. “Please, can the both of you not argue?”

“I was handling family business and I was off my phone, but I will be spending time with Ellie now since she’s going to be having dinner with my parents,” you braggingly explained, you had cocked your right eyebrow upwards eager to punch an irritated note in Dina.

Surprised, Dina turned to look at Ellie for clarification and with short confidence, Ellie beckoned her head. “[Y/N], is correct, and I’ll be getting ready now, so while I’m in the shower, please can the both of you get along?” Ellie desperately pleaded as she made way to her bathroom and jokingly you had winked at the red-headed girl while Dina loudly huffed and sat a couple of seats away from you.

In silence, you played with your fingers during the time Ellie had prepared herself for the day. Throughout the stiff and intense quietness, you had shared with the woman, you would hastily look at her and return your view to your fingers, and whenever you weren’t looking, Dina would do the same.

“The way you dislike me I would’ve thought I’ve played with you before, but I don’t even remember your name,” you dryly muttered, your cold eyes still remained on your fingers while you had commented that message that had stroke a nerve in the girl far from you.

Amused, Dina scoffed, “how comes you didn’t bother to check up on Ellie?’

Muzzled, you had crossed your arms, awkwardly your feet had swung off the floor before you placed your gaze on the curly-haired girl. “I was handling family issues and I couldn’t be on my phone,” you rudely responded.

Puzzled, Dina spread her arms confused with the lack of closure she had from your replies. “What kind of family issues do you have that has you off your phone twenty-four-seven?”

Adamant, you chose not to reply to her, to help your anxiety, you had continued to swing your left feet off the ground until Ellie had rebounded to the two of you, she had looked ideal in the clothes she had put on and you could see that her hair was slightly damp from the shower she had recently taken. Without second thought, you had brought yourself to your feet and kissed Ellie, surprised, Ellie placed her hand on your shoulders, yet, still, she had returned the kiss.

“You look amazing,” you kindly complimented the moment you pulled your mouth away from her, you clasped her face “the driver is waiting for us outside,” you suddenly informed and taken aback, Ellie raised the both of her eyebrows.

“Has the driver been waiting outside all this time?” Ellie curiously inquired, and forwardly you nodded your head.

“We should get going, don’t want to keep the driver and my parents waiting any longer,” you patted Ellie’s shoulder then hastily made way to the door. Apologetic, Ellie turned to face Dina and without her saying anything, Dina knew that Ellie was sorry.

Attentively, Dina simpered at Ellie as the trio made way to the exit.

Ellie could feel her heart sink in her chest, the manor stood intimidating, and truthfully, the dark aesthetic of the du Armani manor was what Ellie had expected, chiefly due to the aura the name and the heir, [Y/N] du Armani gave off.

“Are your parents homophobic?” Ellie nervously questioned, her hesitant inquiry had caused you to laugh, to reassure her you had gently nudged her rib.

“My family knew I was gay the moment I thought barbie’s tits were hot,” you comfortably joked, and nervously, Ellie had laughed with you.

Quickly, you had held Ellie’s hand and guided the Williams girl into your home. Much of the interior were dark colours, it had prodded Ellie of an ancient vampire’s home, aside from the stone architect, the du Armani’s home was made of bricks and glossed wood. There were statues and chandeliers, staff who had shuffled from room to room to finish their tasks, there was light piano being played in the background and Ellie had been amazed by the entire scenario.

Eventually, Ellie had heard the clack of heels, and a woman who resembled you walked towards you and Ellie with open arms. “I’m glad the both of you made it on time,” the woman cheered on and you had smiled as you had embraced your mother, Mrs. du Armani while the scent of her familiar vanilla perfume hit the both of yours and Ellie’s noses.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ellie Williams,” and as she took in a short nervous breath, Ellie pulled out her hand for Mrs. du Armani to shake.

“No need to introduce yourself, [Y/N], has been speaking about you all the time,” your mother joked and embarrassed you blushed while you had gripped the un-free hand of Ellie’s.

“Mum, can you please not?” You desperately pleaded and by the edge of your eyes you could see a gentle confident smile emerge on Ellie’s face. “Where is dad?” You questioned in motive to change the current topic.

“He’s waiting in the dining room,” your mother responded and after your mother’s response, the three of you had travelled to the main dining room, during the short travel you had been quite tense for Ellie to meet your father, it wasn’t like he had anything against the Williams girl, it was just the fact that you didn’t know if he had been potent enough to stay talking with the three of you.

The juncture the trio had arrived to the dining room, you had immediately raced yourself to your father, kindly you had kissed his cheek and right after you, Ellie had greeted him by shaking his hand. Mr. du Armani seemed like a classical man, he seemed like he was straight from the Godfather, yet aside from his striking eyes, Ellie could see a closed off kindness behind his orbs.

“Good to meet you Ellie Williams,” Mr. du Armani kindly greeted while the three of you sat down on the closest dining seats to him, “what a humorous time to be meeting you,” he dryly smiled and disconcerted, Ellie scratched the back of her head.

Stiffly, you had purposely coughed in sign for your father to stop speaking about the incident, “well, Mr. du Armani has dealt with everything,” Mrs. du Armani included and gawkily, Ellie had turned to look at you for relief as a consequence you had genially sent the auburn-haired girl a smile.

Furthermore, time had moved on and the conversation between the four of you had moved comfortably, both you and your mother had reason to be calm while your father had taken sudden interest to the music course Ellie had participated in university, Ellie was graceful enough to explain what she had to do and the type of song she was going to play for her assessment. During the conversation, Mr. du Armani had informed Ellie that he loved classical music, chiefly music that had included the piano, Ellie herself, was the type of person to listen to classical music, but not the type of music Mr. du Armani would listen to.

When Ellie had meant classic music, she had meant nostalgic music that everyone knew, for example Take on Me by A-ha. “Oh, I do know that type of music,” Mr. du Armani joked, “you youngsters think we never know about your type of stuff,” your father had then waved his hand in a comedic way that had caused the rest of you to laugh.

“Well, then,” Ellie bantered, “I didn’t say anything about you not kno—” before Ellie could finish her sentence, Mr. du Armani undertook a series of violent coughing, from the border of her eyes, the auburn-haired girl could see [Y/N] and Mrs. du Armani jump from their seats, concerned and frightened. Shocked, Ellie placed her hand against her chest, “is he okay?”

She knew that question was stupid, but Ellie had delivered the first thought in her head. “I’m fine,” Mr. du Armani coughed just as Mrs. du Armani passed her husband his tea, you had looked down at your unfinished food, put off to complete it.

“Has he had his medicine?” You lightly asked and with guilt, Mr. du Armani nodded his head, but you didn’t believe him, your father could be so stubborn, there had been many times when has had believed that he was too strong to take the medicine, but the season of violent coughs would usually humble him.

You had begun to play with your fingers, your eyes hadn’t left your food and Ellie easily noticed the scared aura that had embraced you. “My apologies, Ellie, you can proceed with what you were about to say,” Mr. du Armani apologised while he wiped his mouth with thick layers of tissue and sympathetic Ellie shook her head and glanced towards you, you had raised your head and Ellie could see the darkness that had invaded your sight, you had seemed terrible and with how upsetting the events had turned, Ellie didn’t want to continue.

“You can continue,” you soundlessly whispered and with guilt, Ellie resumed.

“Well, the song I’m doing is Fade into You by Mazzy Star,” Ellie awkwardly asserted and with familiarity Mr. du Armani’s eyes glowed.

“Mazzy Star?” Mr. du Armani enthusiastically repeated, “I’m familiar with that b—” ere he could complete his sentence, the head of the manor had begun to fiercely cough once more, his coughing strongly more violent than the last, spots of blood had spewed out of his mouth and quickly, Mrs. du Armani raised a tissue to his opening.

Sincerely contrite, Mrs. du Armani turned her face to Ellie, she had a faux smile on her face but Ellie had understood her faux gleam had no bad intentions. “Thank you so much for dining with us, Ellie,” Mrs. du Armani penitently thanked and you had taken it as a sign to lead Ellie out of the dining room, you had been silent throughout the entire walk and you had avoided Ellie’s gaze, you weren’t embarrassed but you didn’t want Ellie to see you so miserable.

The moment you had arrived to the lobby you had mustered the strength to smile at her. “Thank you for inviting me over,” Ellie faintly acknowledged and barely, you had simply hugged her.

“You’re welcome,” you hardly blessed, “if I knew my dad didn’t take his medicine, I wouldn’t have invited you over,” you candidly directed, but sympathetic, Ellie placed her hand on your left shoulder.

“It’s okay, everything is okay,” Ellie gently reassured you, and heedless, you shrugged your shoulders, your mind had been too focused on what had been going on in the dining room that your contact within the conversation you shared with Ellie was faint.

“You’ll be driven back to the university,” you dryly informed Ellie but the freckled girl furrowed her eyebrows, she was adamant to stay but you were powerfully stubborn. “I’ll speak to you on the phone,” you addressed and to keep Ellie from denying, you had briskly kissed her on the lips.

Upset, Ellie gently sighed, the weight on her shoulders deepened which had caused her shoulders to drop. “Promise you will?”

Mildly, you had smiled at Ellie to comfort her. “I promise.”

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[seattlesellie]

training wheels.

this is an old draft that i wrote a long time ago, about ellie using the strap on you for the first time. ♡‧₊˚

warnings: strap on sex (r!reciving) , first time , praise kink (for both) , soft and loving dom top!ellie , sub bottom!reader , cock grinding , thumb sucking .

──★ we have to make it clear on the fact that ellie was so unbelievably thrilled, yet so incredibly tentative when she first fucked you with her strap on. she’s been waiting for it, waiting to be the one claiming you from inside. she’s had it sitting snuggly in a box tucked below her bed for a while now, and she’d always eye it, have some sort of stare down with the black box. should she? or should she not? she wondered, but when three of her fingers were scissoring inside of you and you muttered that “please, d- deeper” she knew that fuck it — she should.

──★ so expectably, the first words that came out of her quivering lips when she aligned the silicone shaft with your sopping entrance, were “are you sure? i need to know you want this, please”, and you — being so eager yet so timid, only responded with two fervent nods. clearly, it wasn’t enough for ellie, in fact, it wasn’t enough at all, so her voice got very stern all of a sudden. it was that tone she only uses when she’s commanding someone to do something on patrol, when she’s directing someone on where to go, or showing them how to polish a precious weapon. it carries a deepness to it, raspy, it’s strong and forceful, nothing that falls short of intimidating. it's a different side of ellie, one that you don't know quite as well. “use your words, m’not doing this unless you use them”, and when she notices how you thickly gulp, huffing out a shaky breath from your nose, she soothes you with a delicate kiss on your temple. you whine, that kiss makes you want more. as soft as it may be, it makes you buck your hips inwards and let go of a needy high pitched moan. ellie shushes you with her sweet “i know babe, i know” — and you know that she knows, so why won’t she just put it inside?

──★ perhaps it’s the need to affirm herself that you do want this, or maybe it’s this greed she holds and the yearning to hear you say it. she’s looking deep into your blown out eyes, your dark irises, nods her head twice and waits for your words. meanwhile, whilst she waits, she slides her thumb down to caress just above your clit. she’s circling your skin with a touch to soothe, or perhaps signaling you what she’ll do when it’s inside, she'll never neglect your little button. when you look down, she hums. “words, mhm?” she murmurs. you can tell she’s all tensed up, fighting the urge to just slide it inside because she knows she can, she knows you need it by the way your chest heaves up and down, and by the way there’s a small puddle of slick that formed on the flimsy bedsheet below. moreover, she has prepared you for it, first with her skilled tongue, then with her skilled fingers. “want it, i need…” you whisper, voice airy yet cracking. ellie removes her finger from your pelvis, brings it up to your cheek and caresses softly. “need what, pretty girl, huh? need what?”

──★ truthfully, you don’t really know how to call it, she’s never really referenced it by it’s name, just called it a “thing” you “might need” when she realized how eagerly your hole pulls her fingers inside, and squeezes like she might run away if you don’t. so when you see the deep, dark purple shaft (with two distinct veins on the side) you simply giggle out of inexperience, and a tinge of embarrassment. ellie smirks, looking down at you, then grins with her eyebrows arched up in amusement. “ellie… i dunno, uh, how to call it… i mean —“ and she stops you mid sentence, smacking your lips softly with hers. she chuckles, matches your giggle even, a deep blush appearing on the apples of her cheeks because fuck — what if you laugh, what if you don’t like it, or what if you don’t want to use those dirty words she likes calling her silicone buddy by. “uh… shit babe, it’s, well you can call it…” she stammers, now attempting to stifle her laugh. you look up at her and form a tight line with your lips. your chest’s heaving and stifling giggles because fuck it, she’s cute when she’s embarrassed, and how fucking precious is it that you can laugh with her even in a moment like this. you cunt can ache for her and you can still be silly together and giggle like kids because you trust her and she trusts you.

──★ she buries her face in the crook of your neck, groaning yet giggling and nearly falling on top of you. when her hips slightly buck down, in result of her laughs, the silicone shaft grinds itself up against your slippery slit, and you whine her name so loud her giggles stop like she’s been hit on the face with a rock. now, you can hear her harsh breaths in your ear, loud with anticipation and want, lips resting on the pulse of your neck. she realizes you must fucking love the grinding of it all, so she moves her hips back and forth to grind up against you some more. “uh huh, like that?” she murmurs, and to every whimper she responds with a groan like she can feel it, like she can actually feel your greedy wet lips wrapping around her. she nibbles on your earlobe, making you shiver, and breathes deeply before speaking into your ear. “fuuuuu” she gasps and it’s breathless, like she’s trying to form actual words but they only come out as muffled gibberish. she breathes again, gaining her courage. “my cock… say you want my cock”.

──★ it really is lewd, “her cock” — as if it’s hers, attached to her, as if she can feel it. it makes your tummy tie in knots, makes your throat feel clogged, your breaths come out harsher and bordering on wheezing before you murmur those words. when the mushroom like tip bumps up against your clit, it’s oh so delicious and fuck it — you want, as lewd as may be, you need her cock. “i want your cock, ellie, inside” you cry for her, and she nearly growls in your ear. although it’s bordering on perverted now, she asks you a simple “inside where?”, it makes you hiccup against her skin, and you don’t even realize she’s smiling so bright inside the crook of your neck. she understands that if she eggs you on, you will fucking say it, so she repeats with a raspy; “c'mon, where?”

──★ when it becomes crystal clear to you that unless you voice everything out; she won’t give it to you, and you’re practically clenching in and out over nothing — you whisper “need… ellie, i need it in my pussy, please, please, please” and god, she nearly regrets making you say it because she might burst inside her boxers if you keep begging for it like such a needy girl. she takes a moment to think about it, needy, needy, needy, needy for her, for her cock — needy for her to fuck you, needy for her inside and christ sake you’re begging and she didn’t even ask you to. you’re feeding her ego with every plea, with every quivering breath and you don’t even know it. meanwhile, whilst she’s busy thinking about how to pull back on her goddamn nearing on untouched orgasm, she doesn’t even realize your hand is wrapped around her dick and you’re nearly pushing it inside. when she sees it, she nearly goes cross eyed. she grabs your hand and pushes it up, chasing your eyes with hers. “what are you doing, huh?” she drawls, affirming her dominance with an iron grip on your wrist. you’re actually helpless, caught in the act, wiggling your hips and rolling them upwards. “p-please, ellie!” you beg, and the knots inside ellie’s own stomach feel like they’re tightening more and more they might break like glass. she wraps her own hand around the shaft and nearly pushes the tip in. you wince — and to that ellie shushes. “look at me, jus’ look at me”, and how can you not? she looks so adoring, a squiggly smile on her lips when she realizes the tip damn near slipped from how soaked up you are. the actual noise it makes, moist and sticky, makes ellie whimper out your name. “y’hear that?”, she murmurs and of course you can, in fact it makes you embarrassed but she praises you once more, making the embarrassment nothing but a fleeting little feeling. “sounds so good baby, s’all for me?” — all for her.

──★ she pushes the tip inside, no longer gripping your wrist above your head, intently guiding it to hold her wherever you want. you decide on one hand on her bicep, the other one on the back of her neck. there’s a pinching pain inside of your cunt, but it’s so fucking delicious because it’s her thats creating it — that when you wince it comes out as more of a blissful moan and a gasp. she won’t let you suffer, not for one second more, so she slides her hand down to caress your clit as she pushes more inches in. “mhm, ‘s, ‘so good baby… you’re so good, doin’ so good for me, you got this… yeah? i got you” she’s rambling, searching and scanning your face for any sign of pain or regret, and when she catches that you’re smiling, actually smiling with a tear shedding from your eye, she moans so loud you have to seal her lips with yours or else the whole town of jackson might hear.

──★ the more inches she slides inside, the more ellie lets loose of her gritted teeth. her mouth goes slightly agape, “stay open for me, jus’ like that, fuckyou’resogood” she croons, still circling and toying with your puffy clit from below. your thighs are nothing but trembling and shaking like jelly, body, flesh and brain turning into mushy pink and ellie shaped goo, and the fact that she doesn’t stop with her praising and sweet nothings, repeating how good you are, how brave, and tight — makes your heart flutter inside of your chest. when all of it’s length is finally inside of your gummy walls, she lets it sit there for a few faint moments before she begins thrusting. “just for me, got that? just for me, this is mine, all mine” she murmurs more to herself than to you, but you make sure to affirm her nevertheless. “m’yours, please ‘mo— ‘more”, you’re begging for that sharp friction, for that movement, but ellie needs to treasure this moment so she simply looks down. it’s all inside, it’s her cock that’s inside — claiming you, so she marvels, examines and thoroughly looks at your pussy clenching on her dick like it’s a goddamn work of art. if you squeezed down on her fingers like they might run away, the squeeze you have down on her cock — “god damn” she whispers, might need to take a picture and fucking frame it. finally, she catches your pleading gaze. “gonna move now, babe, c— can i move?”, and you whine, because it’s beginning to feel unfair, so she connects her lips with yours and slides her hot tongue inside. she breaks the kiss, grinning like she won the apocalypse lottery. “mhm, gonna move, gonna give you what you want”

──★ at first, she thrusts agonizingly slow like a snail. moves her hips backwards and doesn’t slam it fully inside, lets the tip hang nearly outside of your entrance and then slowly but deliciously slips it in again. you wail, actually wail for her to go deeper, and it clicks in her head when you scratch her back in a way that makes her hiss. she bottoms out fully, moving backwards and then slides inwards again. she won’t stop looking into your goddamn eyes, then stares into your lips that are now “o” shaped. she’s flushed and she’s biting her bottom lip so hard it might draw blood, but then she asks you “t’feels good?” and doesn’t add that cocky “huh?” that she loves to murmur when her fingers are the ones your cunt is hugging, because she actually needs to know. “mhm, good ellie, you’re so good to me” you praise, which sends ellie into a goddamn frenzy — eyelids fluttering and falling heavy as a deep, throaty chuckle escapes from within. “god fuckin’ damn, how did i even…” then she slams it again, which makes both of you gasp. her right thigh shakes, “fuckin’ get so fuckin’ lucky with you?”, she wont stop cussing, slurring up her words and misplacing her “fucks” and her “fucking”s. the louder your moans get, the braver ellie grows, pumping her cock harder now, milking every thrust and every whimper, “who’s f-f fucking you, hm?” she asks, and her thumb neglects your clit but you don’t even need it anymore since she’s giving it to you so good from within. her digit meets your face, caressing the corner of your lip, which makes you take your tongue out and ellie realizes you want it inside as well. you seem to want everything inside, huh? she thinks. her cock, her fingers, her tongue, her goddamn thumb. she complies out of want, curiosity, how slutty would you look sucking on her finger. admittedly, she’s had dreams about it, about you; bent down on your knees sucking on a popsicle in july, sucking a lollipop as she watches from above. she gazes at your cheeks hollow in as she slides her thumb in and out, but you bite it and she gasps — keep it inside cause you’re about to suck it, then she loses it entirely. “you’re fuckin’ gonna make me fuckin’ cum” she whimpers, she says it like she's scared, like she's surprised or confused because heavens how could it be possible?

──★ knowing that you were about to make her cum untouched makes the coil in your stomach nearly snap. you're prideful now, but your pussy feels like it’s quivering so much you simply don't know and can't grasp on how to be cocky about it like she does. another praise escapes your lips, "love your dick s-s- so so much", and ellie growls, she feels depraved and sick, absolutely pussydrunk and on the verge of a heart attack. her rule, however, is that she cannot under any circumstance come before you do, so she speeds up. grabbing both of your cheeks with her hands, she squeezes them together and coos. "you're gonna cum for me" she commands, so your eyebrows furrow together and your eyes close shut. she's dominating you to the verge of tears, so when ellie tells you to cum, you will do as she says. "g, g- gonna cum, it’s, s'-so much" you warn, absolutely breathless, toes curling inside of your socks.

──★ you could call her delusional or crazy, but when you nearly reach your orgasm, she feels your walls hugging her tightly. fortunately for you, ellie is nothing but talkative. it may be odd, because she’s not much of a blabber mouth, but when she’s inside and you’re being fucked out on her strap, talking you through it is all she seems to wanna do. “can f-feel that little pussy hugging me, fuck, gonna give me a big one? pretty girl? give ellie a big one, c’mon”, she’s relentless with it, fast and chasing her own high, not knowing where to goddamn look — your eyes that scream “i love you” or your pussy that’s begging to be filled up some more, or maybe your lips that are covered with drool. she settles however, on your eyes. you nod profusely, “gonna give it to you… mhm” you hiccup, which ellie deems as nothing but so fuckin’ cute, to the point where she wants to break you in half just to hear that “cuteness” some more. when your eyes roll back to the top of your head, cunt filled to the brim — ellie swears something to herself. she’s gonna fuck you every day. if humanly possible, she would have fucked you all the time. so you give it to her, a real big one, one that leaves you paralyzed, not even moaning — sweet sticky mouth fully agape with a choked up scream of her name. she wants to warn you that she’s about to cum too, but you’re too quick to notice. “cum for me, ellie” you beg in that sweet voice of yours and she cums with a huge , lovey-dovey, cumdrunk smile plastered across on her face.

──★ when you’re done, she cleans you up with a wet towel and kisses you everywhere. then — “i picked up a new book and it has a bunch of pics of cool bugs, y’wanna see?”. you’re fucked and in love.

[aouiaa]

INTRODUCING

barista!abby x trainee!reader

warnings and disclaimers included the following

## content of sexual wlw content [mdni 18+], a slight cameo of ellie williams and joel miller, a classic frenemies with ellie pie and abby bear, a mention of parental death, a mention of male genitalia, smut with somewhat plot, softdom!abby, sorta loser!abby (cutie pie), sub!reader, public sex (break room of coffee shop), usage of petnames (pretty girl), praising, orgasm denial (once), fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, face sitting, cum eating, aftercare (fucking finally i write some), strong language.

barista!abby who’s also a student in business dreams of opening her own coffee shop in aspiration of honoring her father and love for books.

barista!abby who argues that she’s killing two birds with one stone since she’s building skill and working for her degree.

barista!abby whose such a SHOW OFF in front of girls she finds attractive, it so feeds into her ego when it works, and the girls are all ogling over her mastery at coffee art. yeah, it’s totally not the arms that are doing it for them.

barista!abby who hates that little red or whatever color haired fuck, ellie. the two have curated non-verbally a competition on basically whose dick is bigger. who makes the best batch, who makes this, who makes that. it’s never ending with these two.

barista!abby who’s convinced ellie in another lifetime was a king’s jester with her profound tricks that amused no one, but herself. the tricks themselves could threatened the woman’s head off alone, finding herself in a fetal position, in a pit of her own laughter. when abby eagerly sits on a unsuspecting “prize” during lunch, only to hear what can be described as a gust of wind. her flushed countenance instantly transformed into anger when the palm of her hand held a whoopee cushion.

barista!abby who went so warm when she saw you talking to the manager after ellie confirmed you were a new employee that if you stuck a thermometer under her tongue in that moment, it’d earn a hospital visit. and with ellie on sidelines teasing her for the state she’s in wasnt helping, unnecessarily quoting if she’s under weather, then rain on your home.

barista!abby who at the end of your shift on your first day surprised you with a free pastry as a warm, warm welcome. a small gesture, unfortunately, came with the price of a dispute with her boss, and money taken out of her week’s pay. amidst said scolding, a surprising opportunity came up. a good one at that, to train you at the expense of ellie’s days off of work to visit in her father, joel in their hometown, wyoming. despite the fact that she hardly listened after the inviting words of you, buzzed her mind with endless possibilities. it had her practically salivating at the numerous scenarios swirling around in her head.

barista!abby who’s a few weeks into training you, was losing her MIND over the taunting questions of you flirting or not. the causal strokes of your fingertips against her biceps alone were making the job harder. she had to get to the bottom of this, and like a detective corner you and have you plead for mercy.

barista!abby who, with an ironic twist, was usually consumed with thoughts, now found her mind solely preoccupied with you. her gaze fixed on the firm grip you maintained on the wooden handle, watching how your movements harmonized with its every swing as you rigorously mopped the floor. the purpose once held by the rag now seemed inconsequential as she leaned against the counter, arms folded, absentmindedly chewing on her lip. she imagined those hands of yours grasping onto her with the same unwavering hold they wielded when she stretched you out.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." you quipped, confidence resonating in your tone, and looking over your shoulder to show off the smirk that truly sells it. you knew she had been watching the entire time, and now had the satisfaction of catching in her act. she scoffed lightly, attempting to cover up her evident embarrassment, clearly trying to play it off.

“my phone’s in the locker, care to help?” she taunts.

barista!abby who watches you, utterly mesmerized by your frenzied movements against her fingers, pinned against the locker, using your hands as support to hold yourself up. the sounds you emitted resembled a blender running at full speed, loud enough to reach the nation if anyone had been nearby. thank god, it was just the two of you for the closing shift, dissipating the risk of scaring any customers away.

her ring and middle finger slid diligently in and out of you, while her right hand teased your hardened nipple between her pointer and thumb. her chin rests on your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses on the bruises that dotted your neck. the gorgeous blues remained fixed on your mouth, agape to let her hear the sweet sounds of your pleasure. the corners of her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she watched you tremble at the touch of her curling fingers on your g-spot.

abby's precise movements brought you closer and closer to the brink, the sensation was almost too much to bear. but just as you were about to succumb to the pleasure, her fingers slipped from your grasp. confused and frustrated, you’re flipped onto your back against the metal, meeting the gaze of the master puppeteer.

"you think i’m was gonna let you come and not see this gorgeous face?" she teased, admiring your disheveled state.

you frowned in protest, "i was just about to cum, asshole."

"careful, or you won't at all." she warned, taking your hand and leading you to a bench nearby. "sit on my face, pretty girl. no holding back." she commanded, her eyes filled with anticipation.

this time, with no complaints, you willingly complied with this new plan. abby's capable hands gripped the plush of your thighs, guiding you down onto her waiting mouth. the moment her tongue made contact, a moan tore itself from your larynx as a newfound sensation washes over you. your hand streams through her mane, tugging at the strands as she laps through your petal soft lips.

your hip, limited to their range of motion, rut back and forth against her prominent features, your body orchestrating itself towards it’s imminent. it wasn't long before the tension building in your abdomen snapped, sending you through the throes of your orgasm. your release painting the lower half of her face.

talk about a clean up in aisle seven!

barista!abby who makes sure you’re beyond comfortable, delicate caresses and praises when taking care of you. she, even going the extra mile, makes you hot coco, watching the liquid slosh within the mug, as she approaches you with a soft “there you go.” in response, you flash a smile and gratitude. she stood there, hands on her hips, observing you savor the drink. a grin tugging at her lips as she took in the sight of her oversized jacket draped over your shoulders.

intrigued by her smile, you raise an eyebrow and playfully inquire, "hey, what’s got you smiling over there?"

she chuckles softly, a light hue of pink painting her cheeks as her gaze momentarily wavers. looking everywhere but you, she brushes it off with a scoff, scratching her cheek. “nothing, just…” there's a brief sight of contemplation before she inevitably hesitates, shaking her head with a sigh. "nothing, forget it.” she dismisses.

you let out a hearty laugh, setting your mug aside. leaning forward playfully, you tease gently. "are you really going shy on me? like werent you just eating me out a second ago.“ a smirk adorning your features as you tilt your head.

her smile grows nervous, scratching the back of her neck as her blush deepens. mumbling a curse under her breath, she gathers the courage to ask, "i was just wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?"

i’ll let you be the judge of that. part two?

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[andreaheartscats]

Imagine going to the pool with Ellie.

imagine seeing her in swimmsuit for the first time, and her seeing you in one for the first time.

imagine her not being able to take her eyes off of you.

imagine her pushing you into the pool (lol)

imagine her laughing like she never did before while splashing you with water and having fun

imagine her hugging you from behing in the pool.

imagine her noticing how you were hiding yourself under the towel cause you felt insicure and then she kissed every part of you that you felt insicure about and told you how beautiful you looked in that bathing suit

imagine her getting a sunburn and then coming to you and crying like a little kid

imagine her falling asleep in the sun next to you

imagine her bringing water guns and having a fun little water gun fight with you.

live laugh love Ellie Willams

[little-star-bun]

Omgme wheinnn

@elliesflower

[lingeriae]

Hi Jae. !!NO FILTER WARNING!! Requesting some slippery wet messy, lesbian smut. Tribbing, tongue play, Black fem reader, Scissoring

I beg 🙏🏃‍♀️

on it's way! (had to search up what da fuck was tribing 💀)

warnings - smut! minors dni, fingering, spitting, lil bit of oral (r receiving), clit slapping, cursing (duh), kinda mean dom ellie, overstimulation, choking, praising w a lil of degradation.

parings - ellie williams x black fem reader (didn't know who else to write for LMAO)

"im not playing with you-!" you try to run from the girl in front of you, your efforts being useless as she quickly snatches you up, a gasp falls from your lip as she pushes you on the bed and climbs over you , straddling your waist and giggling at how you craned your neck away from her avoiding eye-contact.

a wolfish grin makes it way unto plump cherry pink lips, eyes glinting with desire. you can almost hear your heart beating through your ears and you wonder if she can hear it too, a heat blazing throughout your whole face and your panties wet with arousal.

your overwhelmed with the sudden urge to hide yourself from her as she suddenly moves closer, eyes peering down at you with that dark and insatiable look. it has you hooked, anticipating her next move as you feel her hand drift all over your body, her tongue coming out to lick her lips as she watched you through her eyelashes. that fucking smirk on her face - knowing full well the effect she has on you.

"why you so quiet, pretty?" ellie seductively aks, voice laced with honey and sweetness. a sound that has your body running hotter, and your thighs rubbing together suddenly feeling uncomfortable in your clothes, wanting her to rip them off immediately.

rolling your eyes playfully, you scrunch up your nose at her, "you think your the shit?" her grin widens and she leans closer to you, looking effortlessly sexy when she tilts her head, hair framing her face perfectly. before you even realize it, her hand cups your pussy through your panties, smiling at the whimper that falls from your lips at the mere action.

she flashes you a coy, seductive smile. her tongue pokes her inner cheeks, drawing your attention to the pretty pink tint that begins to spread across her freckled face. "talk a lot a shit for your pussy to be this wet."

your too flustered to talk now, looking away while nibbling your lower lips, slowly grinding down into the palm of her hand and letting out tiny hiccups everytime your clit dragged against it. the sight turns ellie on so much so that it hurts, green eyes staring at you for a moment before her hands are wrapping around your throat - you feel your pussy beat at how dark her eyes seemed to get.

she can't contain herself any longer, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated, passionate kiss. pink tongue swipping against your pump lips, sighing at the feeling of your nails grazing against her scalp as you ran your hands through her hair. her lips are soft and tender against yours, they're sweet - like strawberries and liqour, a battle of dominance that ellie always wins is shared between both your tongues, and ellie smirks in content at the suprised mewl that leaves your sacchrine lips when she sucks on your tongue in victory.

her tongue swipes against her lips as she leans back, admiring the dazed out look on your face with her veined hand wrapped around your pretty neck, you can slowly see all of her restraint crumbling, she squeezes your throat a little, eyeing the shy smile that began to spread on your face before mirroring it with one of her own.

"what's funny?" her eyebrows are raised, waiting for you to answer the question.

"nothing, just know im bout to get it." you mumble, biting your lip as you looked up at her through your lashes innocently, as if those words that left your pretty lips didn't mean what they meant. both of the girls eyebrows raised up to her forehead, shocked at your rare boldness, pink floods her face and the grip she has on your throat tightens.

just by her expression you can tell your in for it now, and if you couldn't tell by that you could certainly tell now with your eyes glossy, your legs spread with the naked ginger head resting comfortably between them. eyes on your pussy as she fucks her tongue into your hole, flciking up to your expression and watching how stupid you go, grinding yourself against her tongue while pretty hiccups fall from your lips, hips stuttering when she inserted a finger into you.

she's chuckling at the way you squirm, brown skin glistening with sweat as your chest rose rapidly with each gasp and moan you let out. ellie's finger moved in and out of you at a steady pace, her mouth sucking on your clit and swirling it between her tongue, releasing with a lewd pop, feeling how your warm tight pussy clenched around her single finger, watching how fucked out you look while running your hands through her hair, her name chanted over and over on your lips.

"you gonna cum, pretty girl? gonna come on my fingers and tongue?" she mutters, eyes flickering from yours to her fingers inside of you.

you don't respond, too focused on ellie's fingers inside of you. ellie's eyebrows draw together at this, a hand coming down to slap at your clit, adoring the way you back arches and the pretty squeal that comes from your lips at the action. she knows you like it because of how hard your clamped down on her fingers now, it causes a smirk to tug at the corner of her lips and her eyebrow to raise.

"asked you something."

your head bobs rapidly, tears running down your brown cheeks and your pump lips trembling in pleasure. "mhm! m-make, make me feel so good els-mmh!"

"that's what I like to hear baby." she whispers, thumb rubbing against your nub quickly and a second finger slips into your pussy with ease. your thighs are shaking as ellie moves her finger in and out of you with a scissoring motion, her tongue swirling against your clit, it's overwhelming.

"w-wait ellie...h-hold on..." your words are babbled and one of your hand finds purchase in ellie's hair, pulling it in a way to somewhat ground yourself. ellie only groans at this, knowing this was how you got when you were close, her fingers speed up inside of you and her nose bumps into your clit as she slides her tongue along you cunt.

the room is filled with lewd slurps and the sound of ellies fingers moving insdie your pussy, it causes your face to burn with embarassment that doesn't dwell as you eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs begin to shake. "don stop, please don't stop." you tug on her hair, grinding your pussy on her as you came closer and closer to release.

with a whine, clear sticky liquid spirts out of you, and ellie quickly licks it up moaning at how sweet you tasted.

ellie leans up, resting on her knees between your thighs that she gives a gentle pat. "m'not done with you yet." she says, spreading your thighs and looking down at your puffy pussy that shined with her spit and your cum, the sight causes a sound to leave her lips, she doesn't even allow you to question it as she leans towards you, her titties pressed against yours, and crowd your space with her presence.

her lips connect to yours again, but this time it's more heated. she's desperately licking into your mouth, trying to suck at on your tongue while pushing hers down your throat, you feel spit dribble down your lips as she fucks her tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

"ellie..." you say meekly, not geeting to finish your sentence as the ginger smashes her lips against yours again, grinding into you and swallowing every hiccup and whimper that leaves your lips. "ellie s-stop-"

"that what you really want baby? don't want your els to fuck you good?" she drawls, hips not stopping their abuse against yours. the quick nod you give in response causes ellie to chuckle, lifting up on of your thighs so that she can angle her hips better against yours, the sudden switch of in position has a familiar feeling of pleasure twisting in your belly.

"gonna fuck your slutty pussy so good, you wont walk straight." she rasps out, her clit bumping into yours as she circles her hip against you, a moan leaving both of your lips at the feeling

your about to burst, and you can tell ellie is about to too at the way her pace speeds up. you can't focus on anything but the feeling of ellie's hips against yours, the slow grind she does when both your clits meet is both hypontizing and additive.

"m-gonna cum, don't stop ellie, please don't stop!"

"y-yeah? you close?" she huffs, a strand of her hair falling in her face and her grip on your thigh tightens, "cum with me baby, shit, know you can do it."

you come undone from her words alone, eyes drifting shut as you release while ellie rides out her high. her lips pressing against your wet cheek when she cums, mumbling an 'i love you' that you reply to with a tired smile, drfiting off to sleep with her hands wrapped around you. both your naked bodies wrapping around each other with comfort and satisfaction.

[elliesexual]

okay what if i dont wanna use my health kit? i just wanna listen to ellie grunt and whimper for a little please

[nobitchs-world]

I’m gonna have to pack up the simping it’s almost black history month

[cassyxox]

I’m so obsessed with the concept of bbf!ellie I had to make a little post..

Imagine bbf!ellie teaching you how to play guitar..18+

ur back pressed against her front..her fingers guiding ur’s to different strings. she would so tease you. letting out sweet little praises.

“see?..your gettin’ the hang of it..”

“ur doing so good I’m-…kinda surprised” she chuckled. making ur neck shiver. her face angled around you. watching from below.

you barely could even function with the way ellie was praising you everytime u did good.

but when u didn’t..she would grip ur wrist. rather softly. letting out a little “tsk tsk tsk” you on the other hand breathing out a small “ahh..” brows furrowed from the grip she had on u.

“wrong string babe..”

you looked back at her. “Im-..this is so hard”

“let me try again?..pleasee?”

studying her zoned out expression. you couldn’t tell what she was thinking. but then a smirk rose upon her freckled pretty face. green eyes back on yours. her right hand let go of your wrist. the ache slowly going away.

“how bout this?..” she spoke. wetting her lips. suddenly the feeling of her back non comforting anymore. she turned around facing you fully. pulling the guitar out of ur shaky arms.

“ellie what are you-“ you tried but she finished. “how about we play a little game?..” u rolled ur eyes.

what game could she possibly wanna play.

u scoffed. “ellie..we’re not 12 what are you saying?” but in the back of ur mind u were so nervous.

Ellie was a lot. well her mouth was. always leaving u in awe..whenever u were around her and your brother.

Like that one time where u were laying in bed. thinking about what ellie meant earlier when u sent a pic of you in a bikini to the gc with ur brother and her in it.

her response being a “yea I would..”

ur brother’s a short “ellie dude..chill fr”

whenever u had tried asking him later that night what she meant. he had brushed u off with a quick “nothing.”

leaving u to wonder in ur own thoughts all night.

but now..it was just you and her. in ur room.

ellie’s voice pulling u out of the daze. “I’m saying that if you—you know mess up..you have to do something for me..” u giggled. “uhh like what exactly?”

does she want like a hug or something?

“give me a kiss..on the lips.” u laughed even louder. “ellie ur not..being serious right?”

was she?

she smirked. “oh I’m being super serious (y/n)..or are you..”

she looked around the room. making a frightened expression.

“..scared?” u rolled ur eyes at her gesture. “uh..no it’s just a little strange..” u softly muttered out. looking everywhere but at her.

taking a glance at ur ring finger. then back up at her.

being met with a flirty smile? oh ellie…

“kay well..don’t make it strange—just think of it as a thank you for showing me how to play ur guitar kiss..you know?” she spoke eyeing the way ur lips were halfway open.

She just wanted to stick her-

“ok whatever.. I’ll do it” crossing ur arms you made eye contact with ellie. the smile on her face never faltering.

“alright..cmere” she grabbed her guitar watching u get situated very closely in front of her. your jeans scratching against hers.

she gave u her guitar. basically pushing it into ur arms.

“what do I do?..” questioning her antics. she smirked. a little pitch in her voice. “play me what I showed u earlier—the first part..small one.”

she’s doing this on purpose. u barely even remember the right strings. u were so focused on her fingers.

“ellie.” “just uhh—do it” her smile faltered.

“geez okay..” u muttered. rolling ur eyes. ur fingers gripped the strings. u slowly strummed trying so desperately to flick the right strings. u were sounding pretty good until..

“wrong string” u stopped.

“ellie that didn’t eve-“ “-it was the wrong string” she spoke quickly her voice never faltered.

“whatever..” u huffed pushing her guitar to the floor. “sooo..” u heard her giggle. “what about that kiss yea?” she really wanted a kiss.

“ellie can’t we just..hug or something?” u pleaded. her eyes boring into urs. “no u agreed to it so you kinda have to” she expressed. shrugging her shoulders. u groaned moving closer to her.

she had that stupid weird smile on her face.

“on the lips?” “yes (y/n)..” u sighed. leaning into her but she moved back. “ah ah ah..on my lap.”

u have got to be kidding me.

“ellie that’s so stupi-“ “—ur making this take way longer than it has to..cmon.” she groaned pulling u on top of her by ur hips.

why were u internally shaking.

“nice seat right” ellie teased. “oh my-shutup” she tapped ur hip with her finger patiently waiting. u sighed. leaning into her but this time she didn’t pull back. the warmth of her lips meeting urs. she groaned loudly but was muttered by your mouth. her grip on your hip tightened.

U were in a daze before u pulled back. lips wet from her warm ones. she patted ur hip.

“see..wasn’t so hard was it?” her raspy voice filling the now quiet room.

u shook ur head. trying to seem unfazed.

“guess not..” u spoke. moving from ur place on her lap. “soo..” “pick it back up we’re not done..” ellie said. her lips were plump.

her neck feeling hot for some reason.

u groaned. she stiffened. feeling rather flushed. thinking of her next demand. she really wanted to play with u.

“If u mess up this time u have to give me a kiss on the neck.. yea?” She tried to sound tall and proud. but the shakiness in her voice was heard.

u scoffed. “ellie cmon..what are you doing..” questioning her antics. “just playing a little game..why are you making this into something it doesn’t have to be”

she’s just playing a game. It’s not that serious. She’s just messing with me like she always does. u thought. your just reading to much into it.

“fine..” “okay then”

..2 minutes later..

“wrong string”

“ur so annoying-” “—what was that?” she grabbed the guitar pulling it away. “nothing..” u sighed. crawling toward her.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. u thought to urself. slowly angling ur head towards her neck..

ur breath hitting the pale flesh making her softly groan out. “don’t wet ur pants now..” u joked. “shutu-“ her raspy voice getting cut off by the feel of ur lips on her lonely neck. the feel of warmth suffocating her. u leaned in even closer. Tongue tracing over her skin. “ohh yea..” she softly spoke.

u inched back. looking at the little mark u left.

“so pretty..” u gazed up at her. a little smile on ur face.

“Imagine what my brothers gonna say” u laughed quietly. “yea imagine..” nervousness in her voice as she spoke. “you okay ellie?..was that to much?”

“no pick it back up.”

u were shocked with her next demand she wanted. “uhh— you have to kiss my stomach..o—on ur belly looking up at me.”

kinky.

it wasn’t surprising when u messed up again. maybe u we’re doing it on purpose. the whole ordeal was awkward and another feeling you couldn’t quiet think of. Ellie smiled down at you with such a heavy grin.

she wouldn’t fully admit it. but the sight of u on ur stomach touching her in such a way. was making her forget this was just a..game?

yes a game. she kept repeating in her head.

the game kept going. Ellie wanting u to kiss random places on her. until it got to the last one.

U were so close to finishing the whole piece. but ur stupid finger messed everything up.

“wrong string.” oh god.

u sat patiently waiting for her demand. but u didn’t think she would be this upfront.

“Put ur hand in my boxers..” ur eyes grew wide. ur fingers dug into ur hand. “el..”

“do it.” her jaw clenched. ur breathing was ragged. frantic. u could feel ur heartbeat out of ur chest..

u slowly approached ellie. how was she so calm?

u moved ur wrist from ur side. moving way to slow for her liking. “cmon unbutton em..s’not that hard” she leaned back on her elbows. giving space between her thighs.

u couldn’t even look at her. just so focused on getting her buttons undone.

once u finally did. Ellie pulled ur wrist under her dark jeans. ur hand was met with..was that..

“You feel that?..now take them off.”

oh this was gonna be a long night.

pics @elliesgalaxy🙏

[cowboyellies]

SUPERCUT e.w.

CHAPTER 1

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pairing: Rockstar!Ellie x IndieSinger!Reader

synopsis: ellie and you dated in high school where the two of you bonded together over your shared love of music. when ellie dumps you before your senior year to focus on her dreams of becoming a rockstar you write a devastating breakup song in your heartbroken daze. three years later you release the song and it blows up on social media. when it comes out that the song is about ellie, who reached her dreams of fame as the lead singer of her band the fireflies, the controversy spread like wildfire forcing you two to reconnect

warnings/themes: ellie is kind of a dick, ellie is cocky and annoying, second chance romance, probably some alcohol and drug references (nothing too crazy), enemies to lovers?kinda?

authors note: welcome to the first official chapter! all of this is supposed to be ellie's pov besides the last texts which are between you and your manager

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DEALER!ELLIE X READER - CAT IN THE HAT. [COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AU].

[PART TWO TO THE CATWOMAN SERIES.]

WORD COUNT - 2,594.

RATING - G+. [fluff].

SUMMARY - after weeks of being upset that you hadn’t visited her since the night you shared together, you finally invite ellie to coffee which ends in throat blocking exposé.

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Ellie had always wanted to deny the claims of her hooking behaviour but when she had noticed she had counted how long it had been since her last encounter with you, she shamefully came to terms with her obsessive ways. It had been at least two weeks since you had left her dorm room and she had not seen you ever since, if she were being truthful, it actually pissed her off in relations to you not attempting to seek her out, and it made Ellie even more annoyed she couldn’t do anything because she didn’t know of your whereabouts and didn’t even have your contacts.

Within those two weeks, Ellie had tried to find you in the fashion area but you were no-where to be seen, aside from you going M.I.A, her already weak connection with Doris had become more strained, Ellie had been attacked with Doris’ numerous questionings of, ‘how comes you don’t want anyone to know?’

‘How comes you want to keep someone like [Y/N], a secret?’

‘Does she want to keep you a secret? Is she ashamed of you?’

Ellie wasn’t a religious person, but she had speculated that if there was anyone up there, she’d wonder why they would pair her with someone like Doris as a roommate.

Currently, Ellie had been in the canteen with Dina who had noticed that her best mate was off, it was easy to tell when the auburn-haired girl was upset, she’d become weirdly silent and shrink into her body. Dina had tried to get out information from Ellie but all Ellie would do was wave her hand and shrug it off, Dina was one of the people Ellie would tell information to, but Dina had warned Ellie to not do anything with you, so the freckled-girl wasn’t in the mood to hear a bunch of ‘I told you so’s,’ from her friend.

The Williams girl also had the missing piece of your Halloween outfit in her bag, it was the Cat hat mask that completed your attire, how that mask added the air of mystery to you, you had looked amazing with it on, but, the second you had taken the piece of fabric off your face, it had made Ellie feel like a gust of wind had punched her in the face, you were radiant and foxy, and just the look of you had made Ellie feel ways she hadn’t before; Ellie had kept your mask in her bag in wishes to give it to you if she had ran into you again.

Mayhap Dina was right when she said Ellie could get obsessed quickly, she was like that with Cat, but Ellie had promised herself that you were just different. “Promise you won’t judge me,” Ellie finally drew in, her green eyes filled with guilt as she watched Dina squint her eyes, suspicious.

“I promise.”

“I slept with [Y/N].”

Silence.

Ellie could feel a lump in her throat form, the way Dina shook her head, balked at how Ellie so easily fell into your trap. “You’re judging,” Ellie dolefully muttered, she had pushed herself to be dramatic with how morose she was but what was killing Ellie more was that Dina was right.

“I actually like the fact that you were able to have a one-night stand with [Y/N] du Armani, proud even, but it sounds like you caught feelings for someone who’s harder to pin down than a handful of air,” Dina then sat up on her seat and placed her hand on Ellie’s left shoulder, who continued to pout like a spoilt nine-year-old.

Embarrassed, Ellie followed Dina suit and sat up on her seat, she had contemplated on how different things would have been if Doris hadn’t come in, would you have still left without giving Ellie any contact details? Would you have been someone to hang around with Ellie?

However, with what Dina had told Ellie in the Halloween party it seems like you wouldn’t have done any of the ideas Ellie shamelessly created in her head.

You had stood outside of Ellie’s music class the moment there was five minutes left till lunch, you had been off campus for a couple of weeks and had been given private sessions in your family’s manor to make up for the time you weren’t in university. There were moments when you’d want to leave the campus and have private classes at home, and every other time it was one of your parents urging you to come back to your domestic environment due to the family issues that had to be handled with you back within the nest.

Ellie didn’t know what to say the moment she had bumped into you, distinctly the auburn-haired girl was dismayed at the sight of you but there was a sparkling emotion in her that had made Ellie feel content to see you. However, she had to get over herself, aside from the fact that she didn’t know what to say, there was also a big smile on your face that translated to: ‘I hope you’re happy to see me.’

“Hi Ellie,” you kindly greeted and you had hoped that Ellie would share the same energy as you but she had not moved an inch, instead she had appointed a bitter look towards you that had quickly commenced you to drop your smile.

“You don’t try to reach out for me in two weeks and then randomly appear outside of my class room?” She had appeared annoyed, because truthfully, she was, she was one of the first people to exit her class and the next students who had followed after would briskly glance towards the two girls to view why Ellie had been speaking to a du Armani, chiefly because you weren’t a student other pupils would easily stumble into.

“Well, I didn’t have your contacts,” you explained.

“You didn’t even ask for it.”

“Well, I couldn’t because we were interrupted by a certain someone,” you plainly joked in hopes to push a laughter out of the Williams girl but all she did was stare back at you leaving you in an embarrassed position.

Your hands were wrapped around the straps of your backpack and your bottom lip was tucked behind your teeth, your charms normally worked on people but you have comprehended that Ellie was really upset, until a genuine smile was plastered on her face, she had tried to hide her laughter but the embarrassed look that was written all over your frame was the cherry on top for her.

“I’m still mad that it took you so long,” Ellie expressed.

“I had some business to handle,” you answered.

“What business?”

Silent, you had remained; and Ellie understood that you weren’t on the path to tell her the business, howbeit, right now, she couldn’t complain, at least you were here, so she pulled off her backpack and steadied it on her chest as she tasked herself to take out an object, the cat hat you had forgotten when you were caught by Doris. You were yet to thank Ellie for the numerous of pre-rolled blunts she had made for you but the fact that she had kept a piece of your Halloween outfit had overtaken your previous thought.

“You are such a doll,” you annoyingly teased while Ellie handed you the hat, dramatically ashamed, she had looked away from you just as her best friend Dina walked into the exchange, her eyes automatically recognising the woman who had stood opposite her red-headed friend.

Dina had watched the way you put the headpiece into your bag and glanced at Ellie with a knowing look on her face. Silent, Ellie scratched the back of her head, silently praying Dina wouldn’t speak a word about the moment in the cafeteria.

“So, you’ve finally came to see Ellie,” Dina lightly joked, but you weren’t dumb, you could tell her small humour was laced with judge but to Dina’s aegis, she was being protective over her friend and making sure her friend wouldn’t be used by a serial player.

Awkwardly, you appointed a smile towards the brown-haired girl, you had returned the straps of your backpack back to your shoulders and briskly moved your eyes towards Ellie who had silently died in her mind. “Well, it’s not like I didn’t want to see Ellie,” you dryly muttered, your eyes examining Dina before returning your orbs to Ellie who gracelessly stood in one position.

“Okay, so what took you so long?” Dina retorted.

“I was busy,” you answered hastily, evidently bothered, the current pressure was strained and intense, Dina had then motioned her body to face Ellie who was unsure of what to say or do. You had then had the idea to grab Ellie’s hand to direct her down the corridor, “let’s go grab lunch.”

“Sure,” she had quickly agreed, Ellie had then internally slapped herself for giving up on Dina so quickly. However, apologetic, Ellie glanced towards Dina who had just stood there dazed, to what had just happened. “I’ll speak to you later, Dina,” Ellie bid her best friend a goodbye ere returning to walking by your side.

It had been a long time since Ellie had been truthfully beguiled in a conversation, candidly, mayhap the last time she had been smitten was the previous time she had conversed with you. However, within this repartee the both of you had not been intoxicated by drugs but by the hot coffee Ellie had bought the both of you, you had observed how much of a gentlewoman she could be, she did not have the expansive and optimistic charisma you had usually seen in other people but a more subtle and awkward one.

You had found it cute, with the way she would go on about her habits and interests, aside from smoking, Ellie liked dinosaurs, planets, hiking, and playing the guitar. You were small in your communicative exchanges but you had liked listening to Ellie ramble on about her likes, she had even informed you about how she had wanted to become an Astronaut and how her adoptive father liked coffee as much as you did, or even more.

The both of you had shifted into the conversation of her project she had for her music exam, she had been practising a song from a band called Mazzy Star and had been committed to the song Fade into You, you had heard of the band but hadn’t listened to them before, yet, because of Ellie, you would give yourself homework to listen to a bunch of their music. You had liked the way she was to a high degree passionate about what she was doing for her assessment, you had sat back to your chair and observed the way she would animatedly move her hands whenever she spoke about how much she found her teacher annoying, “the way you go on about this makes me want to meet your teacher myself,” you timidly joked which had commenced Ellie to dramatically roll her eyes and fiercely slump her back against her seat.

“Never,” she gravely muttered ere she gently punt your foot in hopes for a response, yet only getting an reticent silent response; you had tucked the bottom of your lips behind your teeth, nourished, you had briskly figured out that Ellie loved attention, no matter how demure she could be about it, the auburn haired girl would do specific things to regain your assiduity. There had also been students who had attended the same university you and Ellie been in enter the coffee shop, sharing looks at each other before proceeding with their conversations.

Ellie had slowly become used to the looks herds of students would assign the two of you, aside from you being a player who was acclaimed for ghosting every person you had slept with, you were also a part of a socialite family, the du Aramanis, who had been notable for generously donating and sponsoring the university you had all attended. So being known for belonging to a significant family and being acclaimed for being a cheat, it had raised eyebrows when other pupils spotted you and Ellie together.

Ellie had slowly lifted herself from the chair she had previously sat on, she excused herself to go use the toilets, but before she had left you alone, she had made you promise to explain what you were doing for your fashion class, as she believed that she had used most of the lunch time to talk about herself and her interests, Ellie had felt selfish and feared that she was boring you.

You had reassured her that everything was fine and that you had felt quite the opposite of what she had speculated, patient, you had watched Ellie’s figure become smaller as she made way to the toilets, during your wait, you had ordered a second round of coffee to distract yourself from the brief period of Ellie leaving you. The staff were quick to make your coffee and you had politely thanked them for their efforts, you gladly tipped them and assumed that they were working just as hard as they were now because they knew how much money you had.

Besides from the staff’s skilled behaviour, you had felt the increase of looks directed towards you, normally, they wouldn’t have bothered you considering you grew up with people always watching you and sending you looks, still, this felt different, when you had caught a couple of students gazing at you and hastily returning to look at each other with shocked but humoured asseveration, you had furrowed your eyebrows, curious, you were sure that you being around Ellie couldn’t have caused this much of a reaction from people, nevertheless, you had returned your gaze to the table you had your lower body tucked beneath, your patience now thinning as you had quietly urged Ellie to come back so the both of you could leave.

Ellie who had finished using the toilets had currently had her hands under the warm temperature water leaking from the taps, her phone that had rested in her back left pocket had alarmingly buzzed numerous of times to the point Ellie did not have the time to dry her hands so she could use her phone. With her hands heavily damped, Ellie slid her device out of her pocket to check who had furiously portended her.

As her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the smart object, Dina’s name flashed repeatedly on her screen, every second a ping had rung to indicate that Dina was the one who had crazily sent her messages. Ellie who assumed Dina might’ve been harassing Ellie’s iMessages app due to the way she had left her in the university corridors and Ellie had noiselessly agreed that she’d have to apologise to her best friend with the way she had left her alone to be with someone else.

Yet, her assumptions were immediately crushed the moment she had read what Dina had sent her. “Fuck,” Ellie intensely muttered.

Ellie couldn’t identify what she had currently felt; was it distress, fear or embarrassment? Ellie had always known that being around you would cause some things to happen but Ellie didn’t know it would’ve been so quick, as she had quickly re-read the messages of Dina informing her that there were explicit pictures that involved you and Ellie being shared around the campus, Ellie had now understood what the shared looks from the dozens of students that had entered the café meant.

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last hope // e.w. ✧ [chapter one]

summary: there was little you could do to calm your excitement when you read and immediately recognised the name ellie williams in the email you received accepting your request to live on campus. sharing a dorm with your childhood best friend who you had missed so much? what a small world- it sounded like everything you could have dreamed of, like it was fate that this had brought her back to you. you could only hope that she hadn't changed, that she was still just as much a loser as you, and that things could go right back to normal. but not everyone stays the same after eleven years.

an: HELLO. OMG IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC. i love it. i had the idea for a while to make a fic where ellie was this mysterious angsty roommate and i wrote the whole thing (it was a two parter) and i was not happy with it like at all. so i have completely changed the entire thing! basically. but this is so much better. and it's gonna be multiple chapters, slow burn 🫶🏻 im not sure how i feel about this first chapter pls be kind i had covid while writing this (and chapter two which i'm posting tmrw) so brain fog might have fucked this up big time but i wanted to introduce the story <3

cw: cigarettes, foster system, bitchy ellie, bad girl!ellie, good girl!reader, check masterlist for full list of content warnings !!

wc: 1.3k

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living with ellie williams is like trying to look after a disgusting animal – it’s like being a zookeeper of sorts. though you’re sure even the angry lions or crocodiles could be more pleasant than she. 

it’s this blatant lack of disrespect that just pisses you off the most. the loud music in the middle of the night, the putrid cigarette smoke ruminating in her bedroom (which could definitely get you in trouble with the dean), the way she seems to have nothing better to do than hurl insults your way.

“what the fuck are you doing in my room?”

and she’s so secretive. but you get it. you hide things from her too, after all, she had declared you her enemy. it actually made you laugh when she’d done so, which had only solidified the apparent burning hatred she had for you. you didn’t even know what you’d done. she took one look at you, recognised you to be her childhood best friend, and then decided you were everything wrong with the world.

“the fuck are you doing in my room?” she growls, a tight grip around your wrist to pull you towards the door. her nails dig into the skin.

“woah, woah, woah, ellie, i–”

“are you after my journal?” she grunts, forest green eyes glare at you. it’s a hardened gaze, and if looks could kill, you’d have been dead five times already.

“no i- i don’t- i didn’t even know you had a journal in the first place,” you say, trying to pry your wrist out of the firm grip, only for ellie to grab your other wrist now too.

“then what the hell are you doing in my fuckin’ room when i’m not here?”

“i’m just looking for my phone charger,” you mumble, looking away awkwardly. “you took it last night, remember? i kind of need it back now.”

“oh.”

the snarl on ellie’s face drops and she begrudgingly lets go of you, but she’s still eyeing you distrustfully. even though you’re telling the complete truth, her stare still makes you feel like you are doing something wrong anyway.

“you could’ve asked,” ellie mumbles, and you sigh, unplugging your charger from the socket.

“not really, i mean, you slept till noon and before i could even ask you went straight for the showers. i have work soon, so i had to come grab it.”

“text me next time, at least,” ellie mutters, pushing you towards the door with a firm hand on the small of your back. “i don’t like you snooping.”

“i wasn’t even snooping, i just–”

“you so were.”

“oh no i was not,” you say stubbornly, narrowing your eyes. “i would not willingly enter your room for longer than a minute, smellie.”

“i- sm- do i smell?” ellie mutters, stopping to sniff herself. it’s oh so charming, the act garnering a small laugh from you. “i don’t smell bad, fuck you.”

“yeah, you don’t, for once,” you retort. “i’m–”

your teasing words are cut short when the bedroom door is slammed in your face. raising your eyebrows, you nod, talking into thin air.

“mhm. okay. i mean, i thought my word play on ‘smellie’ was genius, but…”

you shrug it off, heading back to the couch to put on your shoes and plug your phone in for a little while before having to leave for work. at this point work is a nice escape. being able to get away from complicated words and numbers and of course being able to get away from ellie’s suffocating presence.

nothing but music. and so many of the people you came by in your job at the little record store down the street were so cool, it was how you’d made the majority of your friends. 

and you appreciate all those friends a lot, of course. you’re only three weeks into the semester and you know you’ll be able to rely on dina when the stress of finals week approaches later on.

you’d opted to stick to your own during high school, who cared if people thought you were some loser loner? you were focusing on studies, it’s not like your high school status would matter down the line.

but moving out of home now at nineteen meant you were going to have to find a support system that isn’t just your family– hence the sudden burst of extrovertedness you’d attempted since the start of september. you managed to find dina, and by extension, her very on-and-off boyfriend jesse, and their other friend cat.

but it feels still as though you’re missing something and you know exactly what it is, but lying to yourself is better than admitting you’re sad about ellie.

perhaps you’d got too excited after discovering she’d be your roommate. as you often do as an overthinker, you got your hopes up only to be let down.

ellie was supposed to be nice, still. in your head that inner child in you thought over how fun it’d be to basically have daily sleepovers with your old best friend, amusing yourselves over the same inside jokes, catching up and being able to navigate some of the crazier years of life with her.

but she pretty much crushed that dream with the way she took a step back after recognising you, and the words she said.

“what made you think i was going to be a dork like you still?” she laughed dryly. “that’s just unrealistic.”

and it hadn’t hit you at first as to why she acted like this. of course, it’s just as you feared. she’d moved out of boston to god knows where with god knows who and morphed into this mean, rowdy girl. the grown-up version of ellie isn’t who you thought she’d be, and at this point you felt you only had yourself to blame for feeling let down.

she was right, after all. it’s just unrealistic to think that after eleven years, she’d be the same.

if it’s not ellie’s overarching bitchy attitude she always carries, it’s the fact that you clash heads in every which way. she’s made it a point to snub you for being some kind of ‘goody-two-shoes.’ you told her it was immature, cringe even. the only response garnered being a scowl on her face.

after tying the laces of your docs, you sit for a moment. ellie barges out of her room again, not something you hadn’t predicted what with the loud sound of her feet you’ve grown used to already.

she’s carrying her whole bag, pens spilling right out the unzipped pockets. and almost like some kind of decrepit monster in a movie she pauses, taking a moment to glare at you. “what now?”

“huh?” a brief moment of silence is interrupted by you stifling a laugh. “dude, you came out here basically guns blazing, and you’re shocked that i’m looking?”

“i’m late,” ellie mutters with a frown, not bothering to pick up the mess she’s left behind as she laces up her converse. she doesn’t bother to sit down. “y’know, because i actually made friends in our classes. so–”

“crazy story, bro,” you say disinterestedly, leaning back into the couch. ellie sighs a moment before glaring in your direction again.

“you are a miserable person.”

“as if you’re any better,” you protest. it’s definitely a matter of butting stubborn personalities– it’s not like you want to fight with ellie like this. but your pride isn’t going to let you sweep her indecencies aside just because she used to play mermaids with you in the summer.

it’s just this part of you that can’t help but worry a little bit. she had to have spent years in the foster system. you’d worried all throughout your teenage years, hoping she’d have been treated fairly in the very least, though knowing in some place deep down that she probably wasn’t.

her excessive sleep, her bad habits, hell, even the attitude you can’t move past. it all has you a little bit concerned. 

rising to your feet and grabbing your keys, you move past ellie. 

“i’m working the closing shift tonight, so don’t be waiting on me, just because i’m sure you will.”

your jest earns a chuckle and a cluck of the tongue from ellie.

“riiiight, riiiight. i’ll be naively waiting around for you just like you did for eleven years.”

"i know you're flattered that i was still thinking of you, but there's no need to keep bringing it up."

"you're ridiculous."

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ABC's

I tried thinking of characters with names that matched the ABC originally, but I'm just going by fic names now. Some r probably going to be short.

The plain x reader stories don't describe body type, size or gender.

Coming soon....

Almonds - Abby Anderson x reader

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Baby - Joel Miller x reader who can get pregnant

Summary: It's getting harder and harder to spend time with your husband and you have some really important news. (Pre-Outbreak)

Camp Counselor Pt. 2 - Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Summary: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

Don't Let Me Go - Ellie Williams x reader

Summary: After a near death experience, you're afraid for Ellie to leave you alone.

Every Night - Max Mayfield x reader

Summary: Every night since 7th grade, Max has made it a mission to say goodnight -Face to face. At tonight's visit, you discover that your friendship might have been more than you thought it was.

Fall Out - Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: Your relationship with Isaac grows more and more strained as the days go by. Will he finally tell you what's going on?

Gumball Machine - Steve Rogers x reader

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Heart Breaker - Jonathan Byers x reader

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Incognito - Eddie Munson AU x reader

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Jacket - Eddie Munson x reader

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Knock Knock Pt.2 - Ellie Williams College AU

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Lonely Pt. 2 - Stranger Things Zombie Apocalypse AU

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Summary: Spencer asks you to marry him at the most random time. Garcia does not approve.

Newborn - Joel Miller

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Promise - Eddie Munson

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Quiet - Johnathan Byers

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Reciprocate - John Murphy

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Secret Admirer - Steve Harrington

Summary: Never would you have imagined that someone could have a crush on you.

Tell Me Pretty Lies - Theo Raekan

Summary: You've had a feeling that Theo might be cheating on you for a while. Is everything he's said a lie?

Under the Trees - Robin Buckley

Summary: You're in love with Robin. You have been since Freshman year. It breaks your heart whenever she talks about another girl. Unfortunately for you, lately that seems to be all she has to talk about.

Valentine - Max Mayfield

Summary : You ask Max to be your Valentine, unsure of how it's going to play out.

Weak - John Murphy

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Xenial - Joel Miller

Summary: You're a newcomer in Jackson. Due to lots of new people, you're left with no choice but to share a house with Ellie and Joel. It's only temporary, right?

Yearbook - Nancy Wheeler

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Zander's Pizzaria - Peter Parker

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not about love ♡ (part two)

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pairing: college!ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: ellie and you are practically best friends, and what is a friendship without underlying romantic feelings, unclear boundaries and a very, harsh state of constant denial?

warnings: ellie’s mean in order to cope with her feelings, shes also a loser, sexual tension, smut, masturbation (e!)

“What are you doing?”

Fuck. your heart practically just leapt out of your chest. You dropped Ellie’s phone onto the ground, where it landed with a muffled thud. You looked like a deer caught in headlights.

In a flurry of quick movements, both Ellie and you instinctively reached down to grab the fallen phone. Your hands darted toward it, but Ellie's reflexes proved quicker as she snatched the device before your fingertips could even make contact.

Come up with an excuse. Now. You weren’t looking, you didn’t see. Your finger slipped, you had something in your eye, some fine dust, blurring your vision. You didn’t see anything. Tell her, quick.

Ellie unlocked the screen swifter than a startled cat. Fucking face ID. She froze, a soft, involuntary gasp leaving her throat. She thought she had imagined, for sure. It couldn’t be, her dirty little secret, exposed. It’s like that time Joel caught her searching up “Girls kissing” on YouTube when she was just a scrawny, slightly awkward thirteen year old. She remembered how her breath hitched. How her fingertips felt like they were melting. How he told her that it’s okay, that kids get curious sometimes, that she shouldn’t feel ashamed of herself. She remembered how hot she felt in the face, how she sniffled like an idiot in front of the the bathroom mirror. There it was again. Shame, and embarrassment, and… Anger. Her fists clenched tightly. She was speechless. And she was pissed.

You sat there in stunned silence for what felt like an eternity, a vacant pause stretching out for a seemingly endless five seconds before you spoke.

“I didn’t… I… didn’t see — It’s, Finger slipped and…” You were babbling frantically. Good job for coming up with an incredible excuse. Didn’t see, finger slipped.

Ellie was stood frozen in front you, cheeks as red as a plump, Pinklady apple that laid in the sun for a tad too long. You took pride in yourself for always knowing what Ellie was thinking. When she was sad, you knew. When Ellie was stressed, you could feel it in your bones. It was like a sixth sense. To you, her face was an open book, her emotions unabashedly revealed through every flicker of expression. Your senses weren’t kicking in at this moment. Was it her? Or was it you?

“Why…. Why were you going through my pictures?” Ellie's voice quivered.

Even as she questioned, she did not meet your panicked gaze for a second. Her throat was dry, and she felt like swallowing her entire fist. Why did she let you even come here? You, and your stupid games, your distractions, the way you make her feel, the way she wanted to rip her heart out of her chest and hand it over to you, there, it’s yours, take it. Be mine. She shouldn’t have let you come, but she did. She always did, and now, she really fucking shouldn’t have.

“I was just… On there, Ellie, I didn’t see, I just opened and closed it, It’s nothing just…” your voice was shaky. You always were, and always will be, such a bad fucking liar. Especially with her.

“It’s for your birthday” Ellie blurted out, hastily tucking the phone into her pocket. Her emerald eyes briefly met yours, but she swiftly averted her gaze, fixating on the black Converse shoes adorning her feet. If you thought you were a terrible liar, god knows Ellie was worse. She wished she could claw her short fingernails into her calloused palms. You did good, she thought. Good fucking save. She cleared her throat, and burned her gaze through you. People who lie don’t make eye contact. There you go, Ellie. Genius move.

“My birthday?” you questioned, toying with the soft flannel material adorning the bed beneath you. You definitely just saw a piece of dust and had to remove it. you definitely weren’t fidgeting, not at all.

“Yeah… Just something Dina really wanted me to do…” she huffed, a hint of exasperation lacing her words.

“Like, collect pics of you and put them on a canvas and shit… I don’t know” She shrugged. Good fucking save.

You chose to believe. oh, you.

“Oh… I’m sorry for ruining that” you mumbled quietly.

The fast thumps of her heart slowed, like when she told Joel someone got on her computer and searched up those words. Wasn’t her, never her. You’re so naive!

“It’s chill” she sniffed, her body slightly relaxing. She sat back down on the rolling chair, and tried to go back to her studies. She felt her back sweating through the thick material of her hoodie. It’s chill. She quickly spun to face you. The wires of her brain connected again.

“By the way… uh… That pic of you sleeping? Took it because I thought you looked dumb” She laughed dryly. Fuck, it was so fucking awkward.

You bit down a soft pout.

There you fucking go again, with those sad looks you give her, the ones who make her throat go drier than the Sahara desert and her heart clench. The same expression she imagines when she… fuck. She felt so stupid.

“Oh… Cool” you muttered. Cool?

“Yeah… looked like fucking Snorlax over there… Had to do it, y’know?”

It’s like the shitshow was never ending. What is she going to do next? Call you a stupid bitch? Punch you in the face? Her teacher once told her that kid’s are mean when they like someone. But she wasn’t a fucking kid, she was twenty years old.

“Yeah..." you forced a giggle, nervously biting your nail.

Ellie lowered her gaze to the ground and clicked her pen obnoxiously. She was always one to fidget when she had to distract herself from something, But you weren’t just something. you weren’t just someone. Ellie felt a droplet of sweat dripping, and itching the back of her ear. She really had to fucking go, or you have to fucking leave.

“I gotta go” you muttered, giving Ellie a polite smile.

Thank fuck.

If you stayed there for a second longer, your faucet would start leaking. It wouldn’t have been the first time you would have burst into tears in her room, either. The lump in your throat was growing bigger and bigger, painfully tugging at you.

“Where?” She questioned. Be cool, Ellie. You don’t care. Hide it, burry it.

“Uh — Project” you muttered. You swiftly grabbed your purse and dorm keys that laid on the wooden table. That purse had it’s own story to tell. Ellie and you bickered about it once. She couldn’t understand why you insisted on bringing that useless thing with you every damn day, it was college, not a nightclub. “What the fuck do you even put in there — Oh fuck… thats fucking heavy.” “I’ll carry it for you, you’re too weak n’shit”

Oh how utterly ridiculous Ellie looked holding the studded bag, contrasting her red flannel and ripped baggy jeans. She couldn’t have cares less - She was holding your purse, she was doing it for you, and for a second, just a little one, she almost felt like your girlfriend.

“Okay” she mumbled.

You stood there staring for a second too long.

“See ya…. Bro”

Fuck did you just say?

“The fuck did you just say?” Ellie spat. she looked, amused?

“I said I’ll see ya” you said softly.

You didn’t even know where that came out of. Revenge? What a stupid fucking way of doing that. You felt embarrassed with yourself. The word felt so… silly leaving your mouth.

You nervously toyed with the fabric of your skirt. If only you could drill a hole into the ground, jump inside and live there forever.

“Did you just call me bro?”

Ellie huffed, a cocky smile resting on her lips. There she was again, old cocky Ellie. It only took one thing for you to say. Funny how she got like this just right before you planned on leaving. She was a coward, and a tease, and a fucking loser.

“You call me that all the time.” you stated, that damn pout she wanted to knock out of you laying on your lips.

“S’annoying” you mumbled under your breath.

You truly were ready to leave. Were you a coward too? did the unspoken, undeniable tension in the room pump through your veins as much as it pumped through hers?

“I call everybody bro, Dina, Jesse, everybody. You’re pretty much the only one who thinks its annoying” Ellie said, spreading her legs slightly. God, would she stop that? Your face was getting warm.

“I’m not everybody”

Direct.

The room fell quiet.

Ellie’s heart was beating like a hammer through her chest. Her gaze, serious for once, burned through you. She stood up, the chair creaking at the sudden movement.

You gulped.

You could hear her heavy breaths infiltrating your already hazy mind.

“No you’re not” Her voice was raspy, almost as quiet as a whisper.

She looked you up and down. Animal and her prey. Her palms were sweating.

You swiftly opened the door, and left.

♡

“Fucking fucking shit — fucking shit” Ellie was panting. What the fuck was that. Was she delirious again? Did she take something? Did you lace her fucking weed? She kicked the small dinosaur lego with her foot.

She was throwing a fucking tantrum. It lasted for and hour and a half, before she came down from it, her brain feeling sore and the vein on her forehead pulsing.

“FUCKING HATE HER” she wrote down on her journal until the pen left a hole through the page.

When Ellie closed her eyes, no earlier than 3AM, she felt sick to her stomach. She felt like punching herself in the face.

She fumbles, on and on and on.

When Ellie’s mind started to race with pictures of you, her hand started to wander too. It was impulsive, and perverted, and it happened every night.

Her veiny hand was working like a clock. Harsh circles abusing her clit. It was almost painful. Almost. And it felt so fucking good, too.

Her phone was in her left hand, a picture of you flashing on the screen. The brightness was turned all the way off. If the brightness was low, maybe it would have been less dirty, she thought. Maybe it could save her.

She pumped her fingers in and out of her wet cunt, hissing and moaning obscenities.

When Ellie almost reached her high, she was whimpering. Whimpering your name.

“Fucking hate you” She hissed.

“Fucking hate that stupid face — Oh shit — Oh fuck”

She was almost there.

Her slick was running down her sweatpants covered thigh. She couldn’t even bother taking them off.

“Fuck you”

She felt herself squeezing around her fingers, tightening up.

Closer.

“Fuck, Slut, Shit - Fuck, I fuck -“

She grunted, fastening her pace.

“I fucking love you - fucking love you” Ellie whimpered frantically as she rode her high.

She was sound asleep twenty seconds later.