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[butch4ellie]

Ruin the friendship.

Ellie Williams x Masc reader

Summary: Ellie and you are best friends since you were teenagers. You never kept a single secret from her, and you have “helped” each other out to get the girls you’ve been interested in… but she has been lying to you. So, one day, you guys get stoned, and she blackmails you to fuck her. Could you ruin the friendship?

WARNINGS: dom¡ reader x sub¡ Ellie, strap mention, weed usage, oral, dirty talk, fingering, begging, degrading (slut, whore), edging, pet names (good girl, princess).

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Ellie and you are best friends since you guys were 13 years old. You met in school and immediately clicked once you found out you were both into soccer and started practicing together.

It has never been a secret that you like girls, you told Ellie about your first kiss story the second day you met. And she also confessed you that she has always been into girls. Being queer is one of your favorite topics to talk about.

Ellie has always had game, and also you. You usually help each other out to get girls. If a cutie catches your eye, you immediately tell Ellie about it, you can’t keep your mouth shut around her, and she’s always happy to help you grab the courage to talk to them, and viceversa.

Today is gonna be a good day. It’s Saturday, and both of you were invited to the quarterback’s birthday party at 9 pm.

You check the hour in your phone. It’s 7:30. “Fuck. I’m gonna be late.” - you mutter. You’re wearing pijamas, because you’ve been laying in bed all day, watching tiktoks, and wasting your time.

But you have to pick Ellie up. You’re late.

You quickly dress up, putting on your black worn out jeans, black converse, black T- shirt and a Leather jacket. Full black is never a crime.

You pick up your keys and rush out of home, not saying goodbye to your parents.

You get inside your car and speed up to get to Ellie’s house, so you decide to call her.

“Waddup els? You ready? I’m on my way.” - you say as soon as she picks up.

“You have to be kidding me. I forgot.” - She mutters through the phone, with a low tone and a sleepy voice.

You frown.

“What the fuck Ellie. Are you sleeping or something? Get the fuck up. I’m literally 4 blocks away.”

“Shit. Wait.” - She says, and like that, she hangs up. She always does that.

You throw your phone in your backseat, and arrive to her place.

You get out of the car, and knock on her door, loudly.

“Ellie!!!!” - You yell.

“I’m coming!” - She yells back from her window.

So you wait, until she’s ready, right outside her door.

And just like that, after waiting for 15 fucking minutes, she opens the door.

“Hello there.” - She says, smirking. She’s wearing a green flannel, blue jeans and a black beanie.

“You made me wait too much, I thought we’d agree you’d be ready by 8 pm. But let’s go.” - You say and she nods, following you as you hop in the car.

You start driving and look at her again. She never fails to look amazing. She has this weird ass smile and look in her face. But she looks pretty cute.

“You look good.” - You compliment your friend.

“And you look like shit.” - She says back and laugh.

“Can you stop messing with me for one second, Ellie?” - You say, as you roll your eyes.

“No. How could I even do that? Besides…admit that I look better than you right now. I’m gonna get all the bitches for sure.” - She says, with a cocky smile on her face.

“Bye.” - You reply. “Bet I’ll get more girls than you but okay…”

She rolls her eyes. “We’ll see.” - She says and keeps looking at you.

She has always thought you were pretty attractive though. She has always liked the way your lips form a smile, and your glances, and your style, and your beautiful eyes, and your hands…even more when you guys are playing video-games…and the way you’re all focused, and get pissed when you lose. She loves that.

She’s a total tease, and loves to mess up with your mood, just for fun…because she’s your best friend.

She looks at you while your eyes are focused on the road. Her eyes travel to your hands, and how they squeeze the wheel. She bites her lip. She can’t help but squeeze her thighs. She imagines the things those hands do to other girls.

And suddenly she’s frowning.

Damn…why is she thinking about her best friend like this?

“You good? You’re too quiet.” - You say and that makes her flinch out of her thoughts.

“Yeah yeah. Are we almost there?” - She asks, as she clears her throat.

“Mhmm.” - You say.

You see all these random people getting inside of the birthday boy’s big house and you park somewhere near the house.

“C’mon els.” - You tell her and she walks with you.

The place is too crowded. There’s too many people, and they’re already drinking like there’s no tomorrow. The whole place smells like smoke and weed.

“God…I hope I can smoke some weed today.” - She says loudly, but you can still her through the music.

“Yeah? You brought some?” - I ask her.

“No. But I might know someone that has that.” - She says and winks.

This is gonna be fun.

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The party keeps on going. You don’t know what time it is, but you’ve had a few drinks and you don’t care.

You and Ellie have been dancing together the whole night, jumping around, and laughing.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk….” - She says. “I’m having so much fun right now.” - She confesses, laughing.

“Me too!!” -You say smiling. “We haven’t even been on the pretty girls around.” - I joke.

She stops smiling.

“Yeah. Right.” - She says.

Suddenly, I see a pretty girl, looking at me. She’s drinking, and dancing with her friends, but she’s smirking at me. She’s wearing a tiny little black dress that reveals a little, and leaves a lot to the imagination.

Ellie makes me come back to reality.

“What are you looking at?” - She says, standing in-front of me with her arms crossed.

“That girl is cute, ain’t she?” - I say, pointing at her and she waved at us.

Ellie rolls her eyes.

“No, she’s not.” - She blurts out. She’s drunk.

“Oh c’mon Ellie! She’s so our type.” -You tell her, expecting a smile or a laugh from her but she just stays serious.

“Not my type.” - She says, grabs my hand and starts dragging me to the kitchen.

“Um…since when are you not into hot fems…” - You say, weirded out.

She ignores your comment, and takes a little bag out of her pocket.

Joints.

“Holy fuck. When did you get that?” - I ask her in surprise. You were next to her the entire time….Maybe she bought them when she went to the bathroom.

“Don’t ask. Want some?” - She says, and takes a puff out, as she puts the little bag in her pocket.

“Yeah.” - I say and try to grab the joint out of her hand, but she grabs my wrist tightly.

“No. Not here.” - She says, too serious. Her eye contact is too fucking intense.

“Well…where then?” - I ask. “We’re literally in somebody else’s house right now.”

She doesn’t say a word and grabs your wrist to drag you somewhere again.

“What the-“

“Shut up.” - She says, and takes me to somebody’s dorm room in the house.

“Um…” - You say, and she lets you go to close the door behind you.

“Wanna smoke with you. But not in-front of everyone.” - She says as she sits on the bed and you sit on a chair, that is close by the bed.

“Come closer.” - She says, and takes the lighter out of her pocket to light the cigarette.

You get up and walk towards her to sit next to her as she takes the first hit. She looks like she’s really enjoying it, inhaling the substance and looking directly in your eyes while she exhales it.

“May I?” - You say, putting your hand on her hand, to take the joint.

“Mhm.” - She says, and you take it out of her mouth, and inhale. She’s looking at how you take your time smoking it.

“Why are you so serious Ellie?” - You ask her. “You mad or something?”

You feel certain tension between you two. Something you haven’t felt. Ever.

-“No. ‘m not.” - She says as she looks at your hand, offering the joint back to her. “Why would I be mad?” - She says, and inhales.

“Um…I don’t know. You tell me. Have I done something wrong?” - You ask, concerned. You care about her. “Was it because I rushed you to be ready when I picked you up?”

“No.” - Is all she says.

You look down. She’s definitely acting fucking weird.

“Tell me Ellie.”

“No. I’m good.” - She hums.

“Was it…because I had more game than you today?” - You smirk, remembering the cute girl that was looking at you and expecting her to react somehow. But she doesn’t.

“Don’t bring that shit up.” - she says.

“Oh so it’s that…” - You say, and take a hit.

She stays quiet.

“Talk Ellie. Fucking talk.” - You say, now getting a little bit annoyed.

“Yeah. It’s about her.” - She says, making eye contact with you the entire time.

“Fuck…you like her or something? Ellie, I would never get in between you an-

“I don’t want her looking at you.” -She cuts you off.

What.

“Um.” That caught you off guard. “I mean…is she mean? Or is she a bad person? You’ve never been worried about who I mess around with…” - You say and she chuckles.

But that little laugh sounds sassy as fuck.

“I just don’t want her around you.” - She confesses.

Deep inside she feels like she’s saying too much, but she doesn’t really care anymore. She admits to herself that she has been swallowing her jealousy when you bring a girl into the conversations. She’s been trying to “help” you, while she threatens the girls you like, only for them not to call you back, or show up in the dates.

She’s been trying to fucking cockblock you, and you have no fucking idea why every girl you flirt with has been ignoring you after having sex.

“She might just be like all the girls you know?” She says, smirking. “And leave you waiting.”

That hurts your ego.

“Shut the fuck up.” - You say, a little pissed.

“You should listen to me, and stop fucking with all these girls, if they’re gonna keep leaving.” - She says, hiding her true intentions with you.

“You’re a fucking bitch for bringing this up. They like me!” - You reply.

“Do they?…” - She pauses. “Maybe you just don’t fuck them good enough.”

Oh.

“The fuck did you just say?” - You say. You’re mad and that has her smirking like crazy. She’s playing with you, and you have no fucking idea.

“You heard me angel.”

That makes your head ring.

“Maybe you just don’t fuck them good enough. Your stroke game is weak? Maybe you don’t have them squirming beneath you like you should, and that’s why they go…” - She teases.

You cross your arms.

“Fuck you. I fuck them real good.” - You say and that makes her clench her fists.

She doesn’t like the thought of you fucking another girl. Making them squirt all over your strap, making them scream your name in pleasure. She swallows her feelings and says:

“Talk your talk. But I’ve heard them talk.” She lies. “Poor you, thinking you actually made them cum.”

“Fucking shut up.” - You say.

“Or what?” - She replies, and smirks.

Oh my god. She’s insane.

If she wasn’t your best friend, you’d probably be fucking her dumb like a slut right now, and proving her wrong. But she doesn’t mean it like that…Does she?

I mean, She’s fucking hot, but she’s not really your type….

Masc lesbian? Dominant in bed? A fucking tease?

Nah…you like pretty, bratty, submissive girls.

You flinch when you feel her hand on your thigh, and you look at her tattooed arm, and how she starts tracing circles with her thumb on it.

Fuck.

Why did that make your fucking pussy throb?

How could you fuck her? You could never ruin such a beautiful friendship like this, could you?

“What are you doing?” - you blurt out. You can’t think straight. Your best friend is literally touching your leg right now.

“I don’t know. What am I doing?” - She teases, with her hand still on your thigh.

“Ellie…” You start saying but she cuts you off.

“You know what? Maybe you should just..,get your reputation back, you know?” - She says and you raise your eyebrow.

“What?” - You say, truly confused.

“Yeah…you know…maybe I could tell them you can actually fuck.” - She says looking at her own hand on your thigh now, as she brings it closer to your crotch.

The way she’s touching you has your pussy clenching. And you hate it.

Or do you?

“Yeah…you should tell them that…” - You hiss.

“Mhm..” - She says. “But what will I get in return?”

Woah.

“Uh…what? What do you mean by that Ellie?” - You say, when I’m the back of your head, and by the way she’s touching you, you know what she wants.

“Fuck me.” That’s it for you. “Fuck me good, and I’ll tell everyone that talks shit about you that you’re a god in bed.”

She’s fucking lying. Everyone says you’re good in bed, but she just needs you so bad. And she knows your ego is easy to hurt. She’s gonna get what she wants.

“You’re…you’re out of your fucking mind Ellie.” - You say, but then you feel her hand on your crotch. Touching you the way you’ve never thought you’d be touched by her.

And it has you fucking aching.

“Yeah? Am I? I’m just saying…If you wanna get your stupid reputation back…you’re gonna have to fuck me.” - She says, confident.

You look at her green eyes, the way her lips form a devilish smile and you wanna throw yourself at her.

What’s wrong with you?

“Fuck it.” - You finally say, as you grab her face and kiss her.

She moans into the kiss, and hums as she puts her hands on your waist.

You deepen the kiss, forcing your tongue inside of her mouth and she gladly takes it. Making out with you.

This feels good. Too fucking good, you’re a soaking wet mess, and you just wanna know if she is too.

You move your hand to her jeans, and quickly unbutton them, with one hand. Sliding your fingers inside of her boxers.

She’s soaked.

“Fuck.” You mutter on her lips. “Fucking wet already? Huh? Wanted me to fuck you so bad?” - You say and she nods in response.

“Don’t pretend like you aren’t fucking drenching for me too, bitch.” - She talks back.

“Oh yeah? You wanna talk back huh?” -You say, as you slide a finger inside of her with no warning, and you start plumping them in and out of her.

She moans in response and throws her head back.

“Cat got your fucking tongue huh? Gonna make you shut the fuck up.” - You say.

You enjoy being rough with her, and by the way she’s clenching your fingers, you can tell she likes it too.

You throw her on the bed and take her jeans off, leaving her with her boxers on.

You get on top of her kiss her neck, and all of her body.

You trail little kisses on her cleavage, down to her stomach and she’s a whimpering mess.

“Want me to taste you?” - I say.

“Lick my fucking pussy already.” - She replied boldly.

Alright.

You lick her perfect belly, and position yourself in between her legs, and you decide to keep teasing her. She deserves it.

You pull her boxers down a little bit, revealing her little clit, and smirking at how wet she is.

“Fucking whore. You just wanted me to fuck you dumb didn’t you?” - You say, and before she can say anything, you put your tongue on her clit, and start tracing little circles with it, you flick your tongue all over it, and suck on it like a pro.

She feels like she’s in heaven, with your mouth pleasing her, and her only. But the thought of you with other women, with their legs spread open for you hits her again.

The thought of that fucking pisses her off, so she grabs your hair, and presses your head against her center, forcing you to suck rougher on her pussy.

she’s using your mouth like a fucking toy, and groaning in pleasure.

“Suck on it bitch, c’mon. Fuck.” - She cussed out, smirking as she thrusts her hips onto your mouth.

That catches you by surprise, but you make sure to tongue fuck her, just to hear how loud her moans are getting.

“Oh fuck yeah…just like that.” - You look up at her, and she’s a moaning mess, her grip on your hair is now weak, and she’s shaking.

You grab her thighs roughly, and slap them.

She immediately flinches.

“You think you can just use my mouth like that, huh?” - You slap her clit and she moans, hands gripping the sheets. “Trying to make yourself fucking cum? Oh no, princess…you’re gonna have to beg for it.” - You say, as you slide a finger inside of her.

She’s a fucking mess. She wanted this for so fucking long, and now she’s getting it. Her best friend is fucking her pussy so good, she feels like she’s about to cry.

“Holy fuck!” - She says.

“Yeah? You like it don’t you?” - You say, and you can’t handle the ache between your legs. It’s even painful. The way your finger goes in and out of her so easily from her soakness blows your mind, and has you creaming in your boxers.

“Fuck yeah. Please…” - She says, not giving a fuck about begging, even though she doesn’t even know what she’s begging for at the moment.

You add another finger, and slide them in and out roughly, feeling her clenching on them like crazy.

She’s about to cum.

“Fuck yes yes yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me just like that.” - She begs.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum yet, you filthy slut.” - You command, and she rolls her eyes in pleasure.

She definitely likes when you call her like that. She never imagined she would like getting dominated and degraded by another woman, but everytime she was alone, she fucked herself thinking about how good you’d take her from behind.

As much as she wanted to do the same to you, you’re too much for her too handle. She’s so close to cumming all over your fingers right now.

“Oh my fuck- fucking god!” - Your fingers keep going in and out of her pussy, and you lick her puffy clit while you finger-fuck her.

You lick it up and down, flick it slowly with your tongue, leave little kisses on it, own it like a fucking pro.

“Who fucking owns this pussy? Huh?” - You ask and she can barely talk. She’s too drunk in the feeling of your sweet licks.

“You. You do.” - She confesses as she starts clenching your fingers, she’s close again.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to fucking cum okay?” - You say and she nods. “Good girl.” - You compliment her.

“If you can take my fingers this fucking well, like such a fucking whore…imagine how good you’d take my cock.” - I say and she puts her hand on her mouth, to cover her moans and i quickly slap her thigh clit again.

“Don’t fucking cover your mouth. I wanna hear you.” - She nods and puts her hand on my head, now caressing it. “You like that don’t you? The thought of cumming all over my cock, milking me fucking dry.”

“Holy fuck. Let me cum…please let me cum, I’ll do anything, please.”- She says…And I feel her walls biting my fingers…

“So desperate.” - I smirk. “Fucking cum baby, cum like you’d cum on my dick.” - I tell her and she cums so fucking hard, i even hurts my fingers. But I like it so much, I’m edging myself so good to this.

“That’s it baby, good, good fucking girl.” - I praise her and press little kisses on her clit, with my fingers still inside of her.

“Fuck…oh my god.” - She bites her lip and runs her hands through her hair.

I pull my fingers out of her and get on top of her to kiss her lips softly.

“You did so good.” - I praise her, and lay next to her. She looks at me and smiles. “You fucked me so good, just like I thought you would.”

I chuckle.

“Yeah? You gonna tell them girls I’m good in bed now?” - I tease her.

“No. You’re mine.” - She says. Suddenly serious again.

What?

“I actually lied to you, they never said you suck in bed. They always say you’re too good at eating pussy.” - She confesses and rolls her eyes. “They brag about it all the time. But the truth is…that I’m jealous.”

“They don’t talk to you after the first link because…I threaten them not to get near you…I tell them I’ll put drugs in their backpacks and get them expelled.” - she confesses.

Holy shit. She’s fucking Evil.

All this fucking time? She has been ruining your dates?

Why? Does she like you? She just said she’s jealous. But jealous as a friend or…

“What the fuck. And you lied to me right now?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I just…I just wanted you so bad. I’m…I like you. A lot.” - She says, looking straight into your eyes and you’re suddenly weak.

Your best friend, the girl that was screaming your name beneath you a few minutes ago, likes you.

Oh my god…

I’ve been so stupid.

You remember all those times she has frowned when you have mentioned those girls to her, that one time when she almost kissed you when she was drunk…that other time when you found her diary, and your name was written all over it.

You thought she just really cared about you as a friend…but after this?

What could happen?

Could you ruin the friendship?

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[elliesadore]

Ellie x creepy!reader

Reader was always seen as a creepy person, dark circles under her eyes that makes her eyes look dead, on top of pale skin. She stalks Ellie, watches her sleep, grabbing her too tightly so she won’t leave but she thinks she means well in her own mind. (Ellie has no idea but thinks she’s just clingy) (I liked the obsessed reader fic so let’s take it up a bit, also you could add smut if you want, idk where smut would go in but yeah)

♥︎ naive! ellie x creepy! reader ( wc : 3.3k )

──── ◞ ୨ৎ smut, stalking, reader is very creepy, dark romance & subjective reading advised when it comes to stalker related themes, cursing, needy!r, naive!e, etc. just be aware that this is a dark romance request & not real. i do not promote stalking, loves. ♡

“she’s so fucking weird.” jesse said under his breath, glancing up from his university supplied meal and across the room. ellie’s gaze seemed to follow his, and when her deep forest green hues landed on where he was staring, her pulse jumped.

she had seen you around before, but she had never really talked to you. sure, you had a few classes together, and she noticed—otherwise, felt—your gaze on her back. it made her skin crawl; that look in your eyes. like you were analyzing her every move and every breath she took.

there were a few instances where you spoke to her. it was either to ask for a pencil or to murmur something that she figured was a joke about your shared professor. you were nice, she thought, but rather.. creepy? she didn’t want to label you as such, but it seemed rather fitting in her mind.

she swallowed her food in a wary gulp, “oh yeah, she’s always staring at me for some season.” this caught jesse’s attention. he turned to his friend, eyeing her like she just said something ridiculous.

“and you haven’t told her to buzz off yet?” he questioned. ellie’s ears perked up and her face warmed. she wasn’t a confrontational person, jesse knew that, and he had grown comfortable being the one to speak up in their friendship.

but this was university. he couldn’t always be at her side. he had a girlfriend, a life, and his own classes. he grumbled something under his breath that made ellie further recoil with embarrassment. then, he glanced at you again.

your eyes were still on ellie, tracing her features. your eyes were sunken slightly, dark and baggy like you didn’t get much sleep every night. you also wore clothes that were far too big for you and seemed to swallow you whole. your skin was pale, but at least your hair was neat. you didn’t look disheveled per-say, you just looked almost sickly?

jesse tilted his head, “quit staring would you?” he called from where he sat.

your attention snapped to him, cheeks warming at his sudden intrusion. ellie immediately cowered at how your eyes focused on her best friend. she didn’t like the way you seemed to shrink back.

she was too much of a people pleaser in that way. or maybe she was just naive.

“jesse—“ she hissed under her breath, her eyes wide and unsure. he glanced at her, noticing the way she was looking at him now. “don’t. you’ll just make it more awkward.”

he rolled his eyes, picking up his tray. he nudged her with his boot, “you need to start puttin’ your foot down sooner or later, els. stop letting people walk over you.” he huffed, walking off in the opposite direction. she frowned a little, but her gaze returned to you where your eyes were already on her.

she chewed on her bottom lip before picking up her tray and slowly moving to your table. you were alone, like always. it didn’t seem like you had a lot of friends. she never saw you walking with anyone. you stiffened when you noticed her movements, but it wasn’t because you were nervous.

actually, ellie couldn’t tell what it was. she couldn’t read your mind. it was like you had these walls up to where she couldn’t quite reach you. when she stopped on the other side of the table, she sat down and glanced through her lashes.

“sorry about him,” she murmured finally, trying to start a conversation. “he can be.. a lot sometimes.” you didn’t reply, just stared at her. ellie took that as an opportunity to keep talking. “but you are a little creepy. you know, you kind of uh—stare a lot?” her cheeks reddened from the way she was going about this.

never would she have thought she was going to approach you and say this. you pursed your bottom lip and then your eyes suddenly became distant. like you had been washed away in thought. then, they reappeared on her. you finally spoke, voice so soft that she could hardly hear it.

she had to lean forward just to catch it. “m’ sorry about that,” you murmured, hands in your lap. you didn’t have any food in front of you, and she suddenly wondered why you were sitting in here at a table on your own. “i have been.. admiring you, i think. you seem very cool.” the words made ellie’s chest tighten.

she had never had someone say they admired her or were admiring her. it made her heartbeat quicken with a quiet thump. she looked away out of embarrassment, unaware at the way your eyes followed her gaze.

“is that weird?” you suddenly asked.

her green eyes widened, “what—? oh uh, no! not um, not at all. it just caught me off guard, i guess.” she stammered weakly. you nodded at her reply, glancing down at your hands and then there it was; a soft smile curling at the corners of your lips.

“can we be friends?”

it blossomed from there. some would call it a friendship, but ellie’s friends called it stalking. you were everywhere that she was; lingering too close, touching her whenever you could, and hanging out longer than anyone wanted you to. you had a bad habit of over staying your welcome.

jesse found it the annoying most of all. particularly because he knew how naive and pressured ellie could be to appease the people around her. ellie didn’t find you annoying. sure, she would agree that you were clingy, but she didn’t mind your presence.

you didn’t talk much, but you lingered. your shoulders would bump hers in occasional contact as the two of you walked, and your arms would wrap around her waist from behind when you snuck up on her. there were many instances where ellie hadn’t even realized you were around until you made yourself known.

she always had this nagging feeling that she was being watched. though she always told herself she was being rather irrational.

was she really though? no, she wasn’t. you were always watching her—lurking from the shadows. when you didn’t get to see her much one day, you got your fill by lingering in places she would frequent. out of her line of sight until she glanced around with the same expression that fueled the fire in your stomach.

ellie decided to invite you back to her apartment one afternoon to work on homework for your shared class. th two of you sat in her living room, hunched over notebooks as you worked. though you weren’t paying attention. excusing yourself to the bathroom momentarily—and peeking through her room—you noticed she had fallen asleep upon your return.

she was laying across the sofa, eyes closed. she held a rather relaxed expression—calm and peaceful. you stared at her for a long moment, watching the way her nose scrunched up as if she were having a dream.

when you sat back down beside her, you reached your hand out to brush your knuckles against her jaw. you didn’t wake her, just simply stared. for an hour. an entire hour you spent looking at her.

when she awoke, the first thing ellie saw was your eyes on her. her cheeks flushed, “did i fall asleep?” she murmured, glancing in search of the time. when she blink away the sleep from her eyes, they adjusted and she finally realized how long she had ben out.

then she realized something that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and goosebumps to prickle her skin. she glanced to you warily, but your eyes had never left her’s. sunken in, with little to no light inside of them. they almost looked hollowed out. she swallowed, suddenly aware of her tongue her mouth.

“y/n.” she said your name hesitantly, and your ears perked up.

you tilted your head, leaning closer. ellie stiffened, “were you watching me sleep?” she questioned. you didn’t giver her much thought, but you took a moment to turn it over in your mind.

“yes.” you said, a hungry look flashing behind those cold hues. she shivered, suddenly leaning away from you. her cheeks flushed and she looked away, “why?”

“i like watching you.”

“what?”

“i always watch you, ellie.”

her heart skipped a beat, and suddenly her hands felt clammy. it should have scared her, the way you said that and the way you looked at her as if she wasn’t a person but a meal for you to eat.

ellie pressed her hands to her jeans, “do you do it often? when i’m not.. aware?” you debated for a moment and then nodded.

“yes.”

you answered so freely. like you didn’t think what you were doing was wrong. you didn’t, actually. you just knew that you liked watching her, even more when she was unaware of it. especially when she was unaware of it.

ellie’s shoulders tensed, and she didn’t look at you again but she could feel the way your eyes bore into the side of her face. “that should make me uncomfortable.” she murmured, feeling suddenly shy. “but i feel like i’m flattered.”

“is there something wrong with me?”

“i’d say you’re directing that question at the wrong person.” you replied, shifting on the sofa.

her cheeks flushed deeper. “jesse says you’re a stalker. he says he’s seen you watching me from random places.” she admits finally but you don’t flinch at the reality of her words.

“i do.”

“why?”

“because i like watching you.” your words dip as your voice grows warmer. “i want.. to devour you.”

there’s a sudden twitch in her eyebrows. “devour? like eat?” her voice shakes. she wasn’t scared; no. she was intrigued. “like—like cannibalism?” a smile pulled at your lips. it was sudden and fleeting, and she missed it. it was gone as soon as it appeared.

“no,” you said, “metaphorically.”

your hand moved, brushing against where her’s at against her jeans. “like i want.. to capture your soul and devour it—“ your fingers laced with hers so tightly it almost hurt.

“my soul?”

“yeah.”

her bottom lip trembled. ellie wasn’t used to this. she never got attention from people because of her shy demeanor and now she had someone telling her they wanted to devour her soul. was she supposed to find it terrifying or romantic? she was stuck.

her eyes met your laced hands and she gulped. “how would you devour me?” she asked hesitantly.

thinking, you turned her hand over in yours and relished in the softness of her skin.

“with my mouth,” you answered as if it was painfully obvious. “on your skin.”

a jolt shot through ellie. did you mean that—? sexually? like you wanted to put your mouth on her body in a sexual way? her face suddenly felt too hot. the room suddenly felt too hot. what the hell was happening?

you felt her sudden tenseness and yearned to ease it from her muscles. yearned to touch her more than the simple ways you had found yourself doing lately. your arms around her weren’t enough. you needed skin to skin contact. you didn’t know if you simply wanted to know what it felt like to touch her skin, or if you wanted to wear it.

your eyes flickered to her face, “i want to touch you.” the words come out slow and calculated, leaving ellie to simply glance your way. her thoughts are swirling and suddenly she can feel a weird warm ache between her thighs.

“where?” she prods finally, voice small.

your gaze ventures over her top and then to her jeans. “everywhere,” was your first answer but that didn’t stop you from being specific. you looked at her with such hunger that it did the opposite of scaring her. it sent a thrill down her spine.

maybe she was crazy for finding this off behavior attractive. after all, she had excused your glances and stares and tight hugs for clinginess.

but this—oh this was something more. something deeper and it should unsettle her. but it didn’t. it only fueled the ache between her legs. ellie was naive, yes. but in this moment, she knew what she wanted and it wasn’t something pure.

it as soul crushing.

a need.

you scooted closer now, “your thighs.” you stated.

ellie’s eyes found your lips. they looked soft despite their chapped appearance on top of pale skin. she wondered what they tasted like or how they would fell when pressed against her skin. she wondered if they were cold. if you were cold.

“okay.” was all she could muster and to your surprise, it caught you off guard.

you raised a brow, “you will let me?”

“yes.” ellie’s answer came out slightly breathless.

that was you undoing. you had ached to touch her. the depths of your stares could no longer compare to the way your hands were going to be on her skin. you unlaced your fingers from hers and guided her to lay back against the sofa.

hovering above her, your eyes roamed her face. all across her features—from the slope of her nose, the freckles of her cheeks, the plumpness of her lips, and the hue of her eyes. she looked vulnerable in this position and that only made the hunger grow.

it made it worse.

it made your mouth salivate.

your fingers found the loops of her jeans as you tugged them off to reveal the soft fabric of her underwear. they hugged her body tightly but the cotton fabric did nothing to hide the wet spot that had congealed in the center where her slit hid.

now it wasn’t about touching her thighs. you were hungry for something else—something more pornographic. for months you had thought the way your eyes lingered on ellie was because of the fascination you had with her, but now you knew the hunger was deeper than that.

it was a hunger to taste her.

your eyes flickered up to hers and she looked nervous—or embarrassed, you had a hard time telling the two apart with her. she had the same look every time. eyes drawn away and cheek flushed a deep red. her thighs threatened to snap close, but you held them open.

“i want to taste you.” you said truthfully.

ellie was bashful now. she hid her face in her hands, concealing the growing flush of her cheeks. you ran a finger down the line of her underwear and she jolted. “can i?” you asked again.

she didn’t say anything, just nodded.

slowly, you peeled the fabric down her thighs and there she was: glistening and wet. she looked so touch starved that when your fingers soaked up the warmth of her slit, a whine escaped her. the sudden sound made your chest full, and your mouth grew ever more wet.

you tongue prodded at the roof or your mouth, desperate to claim her clit. you positioned yourself between her thighs, allotting her time to get used to you. your lips delicately brushed the skin of her inner thighs in a teasing manner; not quite kissing her yet, but simply skimming a line.

ellie’s hand found a cushion and she held on for dear life, feeing as if she might just float away right then and there. she had never been touched like this before. never in her entire life—by someone else. sure, she had spent countless nights using her own fingers, but that never amounted to the feeling of someone else doing it for you.

her cheeks burned when she felt your nose skim where she ached the most, a sudden buck or her hips surprising even herself. “stay still.” you instructed her in that same calm tone you always had. “i don’t want to have to hold you down.”

that thought alone turned her on even more. thinking of you having to hold her hips down in order to keep her from squirming.

your lips pressed warm kisses to her skin, working your way from her inner thighs to her pussy. she gaped around nothing and you smiled to yourself, pressing your tongue to her entrance. she was so wet that you could practically feel it pool on your tongue.

“so sweet.” you murmured to yourself, ignoring the flushed and embarrassed mess that was ellie. instead, you focused on her pussy. your eyes ran over her clit, urging your lips to wrap around it and suck slowly. when you did, she jolted again and this time, your hand came to hold her hip down.

she whimpered into the air, “f—fuck!”

still, you didn’t let up. your ministrations were absolutely unaffected by the squirming mess that she was. you sucked on her clit before soothing it with gentle flicks of your tongue—moving down to lick a stripe right up her slit. using your fingers, you massaged her entrance at the same time as you worked your mouth over her.

double the stimulation. double the moans. now her fingers were in your hair, tangling in the soft strands until she glanced down to meet your gaze. you peered up at her through lashes, dark hues lighting up at the sight of her needy expression.

it was clear you were affecting her and that caused the hunger to grow more abruptly.

pushing your fingers inside, you felt her gasp as she stretched around your digits. she was right, but not in a way of un enjoyment, but in a way that meant nobody had touched her before you. that thought sent a shiver down your spine. you relished in it—soaking it up pridefully.

no, not pridefully.

obsessively. you wanted to be the only one to touch her this way. to see her this way. to hear her this way. and by damn, you’d make sure she would only want your eyes on her at the end of the night. pushing deeper, you curled your fingers in the right way that earned you a deep moan if pleasure.

“y/n!” she shouted your name like a sinful prayer. as if she had done it thousands of times before and it was the most natural thing. ellie breathed heavily, chest heaving as her thighs trembled around your hand.

you leaned back down, using your tongue to play with that sensitive bundle of nerves as you worked her.

she squirted before you were done relishing in the delight that filled your hunger. it ended up all over your face and coating your tongue. you didn’t mind though, because it satisfied a part of the hunger that ached to taste her. you smiled to yourself, feeling the hot liquid of her release on your fingers.

you pulled them out, the sudden loss of warmth making ellie whine. sucking the liquid off, you hovered over her again, laying between her thighs to where your nose brushed against her own. she looked up at you in embarrassment that she had coated you in her juices.

“do you wanna taste?” you asked suddenly and her eyes widened. “w-what—?!” before she could even get two words out, your mouth was on hers.

you didn’t kiss her gently. it was harsh and full of you pushing your tongue into her mouth in order to force her to taste her release. to see how sweet she was.

when you pulled back, ellie frowned. you got off of her and she suddenly craved the contact more than ever. she watched as you picked up her underwear and handed them back to her. you were so casual about this that she didn’t understand what was going through your mind.

“are you—“

you cut her off, “can i do that when you’re sleeping?” her cheeks flushed a dark shade of red.

“what?!”

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[blomkvis]

Lena Headey by Ophelia Wynne, 2002

[losercertified]

Dina and Ellie fanart cuz i love them 😓

[wahterlemon-deactivated20260305]

nerd abby & frat ellie sketch 😽

[bevsi]

alysa liu!!!

[syouuis]

valentine’s day special 💌

[guacemolyarts]

something quick for valentines day :)

[candieddcouture]

there ain’t enough sub!ellie i promise y’all i can top that 🙂‍↕️

[zloykysachiy]

Guys, l swear, this picture is so ellabscoded

[bluesp1d3rs]

sub ellie smut ♡ mommy kink

men and minors dni

ellie's on the bed cheek smushed against the pillow. it's soaked from her tears of pleasure and a little bit of drool as her jaw slacks at the feeling of your slick fingers going in and out of her needy soaked hole.

her ass is up and shes face down, her palms are on the bed as she grinds her pussy up into your thrusts. she makes fists bunching up the duvet when you thrust deeper. "ahhhh ffuck...you're making me feel sogood mommy!" she cries out.

you smirk as her words egg you on. "mhm.." you nod as you fix her sticky hairs away from her face. you take your pink digital camera and snap a photo. ellie blinks in surprise.

she moans when she realises you took a photo of her. she hides her face from you with her hand, her face turning hot and red all the way down to her chest. "mommy..please don't look at me i feel shy mommy..did you take a picture of my face?" she frowns adorably. "i-i'm..i-uuhhhhh-!" she breaks off to a guttural moan. ellie peaks through her fingers.

you remove her hand away from her face. ellie's lip wobbles and she immediately hides her face in the bedsheets crying softly. "such a crybaby.. ellie c'mon face mommy like a good girl."

ellie shakes her head. "are you too embarrassed baby?" she nods, face still hidden. you grip her auburn hair, careful as to not hurt her too much. you pull her hair up and there she is. ellie with her lashes wet and that stupid pathetic look on her face. her mouth has a small pout as she still refuses to meet your eyes.

you lightly but firmly tap on her cheek with two fingers "ellie." she closes her eyes as if to disapear. you gently push her cheeks together "look at mommy." she whines loud.

"i said look at mommy." you thrust particularly hard and she obeys you. "yesh, mommy..m looking" she pants breathing heavily.

you click the camera as her glassy eyes look back at you. "i can't help it baby" you kiss her forehead. "you look so cute. how can i resist?" she giggles being ticklish when you whisper in her ear.

"aww..mommy you really think so? even though i'm all snotty and disgusting?" she sniffs, voice nasally. you refrain on making a face at that.

"of course i do. mommy thinks you're very cute and love taking pictures of my baby." ellie's face scrunches up looking pained but you know from experience that she's not. she makes that face everytime you push up into her spongy g-spot and mash your palm against her cute clit. you take another photo smiling as you do. ellie's turned into mush as you keep targetting that magical spot deep inside her. she's become all dumb, whimpering mommy like that's all she knows. her eyes rolling hard to the back of her head. "i love you mommy..." she sighs.

speeding up your pace, you press down on her bladder with your other hand. ellie sobs. “MOMMY! aaaahh mommymommy” she says between her cries. you can feel that she’s close “please please please i wanna cum.”

yeah, you're definitely gonna take a picture of her face when she's cumming her brains out in a few.

</3 xo