SERIES. perfect girl | 1 .. 2 .. 3 .. | college dealer!ellie x bitchy sorority!reader. nsfw included. the perfect pair | 1.. 2.. | bff!ellie x bff!reader, bffs to lovers
ONESHOTS. if walls could talk | ellie gets jealous, you take her home. smut. lacy, oh lacy. | you have what ellie wants. angst, light fluff
DRABBLES. hand stitched | you start stitching your initals into tlou2!ellie’s jeans. fluff. the red means i love you | vampire!ellie drinks from you. suggestive. tw blood. unwind | tlou2!ellie likes when you play with her hair. fluff. making sub ellie use her words. | suggestive. ellie comes home at night. | fluff. ellie makes a sextape. | smut. request turned long drabble sub ellie with dom dina and sub reader. | smut vampire ellie and werewolf abby. | suggestive. halloween costume with gf ellie. | fluff college neighbors ellie and dina. | suggestive
REQUESTS
being a brat to ellie. | smut
begging ellie to kiss you. | suggestive
college neighbors ellie and dina. | smut
going down on sub ellie. | smut
ellabs and breeding strap. | smut
ellie and handcuffs. | smut
ellie beats guys up | suggestive
ellie blows smoke into your mouth. | suggestive
ellie cuts her initials on you. | smut, tw knife&blood
ellie realizing she’s in love. | fluff
ellie smokes while you go down on her. | smut
ellie smokes while you ride her. | smut
ellie teaches you how to play guitar. | smut
ellie’s tits. | smut
farm hand ellie. | smut
girl next door ellie. | fluff
horny silly ellie | fluff & suggestive
post sex w ellie | fluff
secret dino enthusiast ellie | fluff
seeing ellie after one night stand | fluff
sitting on your knees under ellie. | suggestive
sub ellie brat / pillow princess | smut
sub ellie hcs. | smut
sub ellie with a mommy kink. | smut
sub!top ellie | smut
ABBY ANDERSON .
SERIES.
ONESHOTS.
DRABBLES. werewolf!abby and vampire ellie. | suggestive
REQUESTS.
abby & her strap. | smut
abby being rough. | smut
abby being obsessed with you. | fluff
abby manhandling you. | smut
assuring abby you want her. | smut & fluff
babying abby. | fluff
ellabs and breeding strap. | smut
fake dating abby | fluff & angst
friends with benefits abby. | suggestive
i wanna be close to you gf x abby. | smut
mommy abby | smut
kissing abby while shes bloody. | suggestive, tw blood.
YOU NEVER STOOD A CHANCE. no marks, no truth, no sun. you weren't hers, and she'd never be yours.
pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
tags: nsfw mdni. angst, hurt no comfort, smut, strap on sex. implied infidelity. inspired by fleabag.
w/c: 1.6k
a/n: some of y'all wouldn't know angst if it slapped u in ur face! so enjoy this! ⸺ℰ
It’s pathetic.
The way you say it, the way you look at Ellie– it was all so pathetic, so pointless. You open your big mouth, with your too-big heart, your bloody teeth, and your sharp tongue. And yet the words that come out are tender– soft like Ellie’s hair, warm like the blood under your skin.
“I love you.”
Ellie smiles– sad, understanding, patient. Whether or not she reciprocated it was out of the question because Ellie is with someone and it’s not you. It takes everything in you to not tell Ellie to shut up, to just let the words live in the space between them. It takes everything in you to not beg Ellie to let you have this one thing– for once just let you have something, even if it made your heart wilt in your chest.
Ellie is quiet for the first time in a long time.
Then, as the wind dies down, and the stars shine bright, she speaks.
“It’ll pass.”
It’s the biggest lie you’ve ever heard. It makes you laugh– wet, on the verge of a sob, but not quite there. You don't say anything– not when Ellie grabs your hand or kisses your knuckles. Not when she stares and stares and stares. Not even when Ellie moves to get up.
“If I had told you sooner–” You dare to ask, “Would it have mattered?”
Ellie pretends to think, but you both know the answer.
Ellie was dead set on getting back together with Dina– ever since she showed back up to Jackson, ever since Abby and that kid had shown her that she could have her own happy ending, that some things were worth trying for more than once.
You never even had a chance.
—
You are, for all intents and purposes of the word, hopeless.
Probably not a hopeless romantic, just hopeless as a human being. Sometimes, you think that you were never supposed to get a happy ending. That the closest you (or any version of yourself for that matter) would’ve gotten to a happy ending is getting bitten in an alleyway– leaving behind nothing and no one.
You were never sure why. You weren't even sure if you wanted to know.
Ellie was always really pushy during sex– she liked to move you until she had you exactly where she wanted you. You never had an issue with it, actually liked it when Ellie told you what to do or where to be. All you had to do was listen and–
“Be good, baby.”
Sometimes Ellie would ask you if something was okay– if she could do this or do that and you would just stare. You could never think of anything Ellie could do to you that you wouldn’t love– you could never come up with anything you didn’t like. It was sickening, how much you wanted Ellie. You never understood it– why Ellie asked for permission like you weren't splayed out in front of her, thighs spread, cunt dripping between each other.
She’d ask until you gave her a verbal answer, and when you did, Ellie would smile big, warm, and sweet.
“Fuck–” You hissed, Ellie’s strap pumping in and out of you over and over again, making you dizzy. Your nails always threatened to scar her when Ellie was this rough, but you knew better. You knew–
“No marks,” Ellie breathed, pushing her face into your neck, “Fuck, baby–”
It’s difficult not to scratch– difficult not to bite. You had to keep your hands on the mattress and your fingers would twist the sheets because you can’t mark Ellie, can never mark Ellie– no marks, no marks, no biting–
Never any fucking marks.
“Fuck,” Ellie moaned again, her lips against your ear, “So fucking good.”
Ellie always liked to pound into you– never did it slow, at least, not for long. She never really took her time, but neither did you, so you guessed it was a mutual thing. It was always easy to cum with Ellie– she knew what she was doing. She learned quickly exactly what you wanted– needed– and she memorized exactly what to do to make you cum quick.
You were never sure if it was because Ellie cared or if she was just being efficient.
“Ellie,” you whimpered, “Please, just–”
And it just burned you– because you knew that Ellie knew what you wanted. And she made you beg for it anyway.
—
You did a lot of stupid things– like putting plastic tupperware in the oven, leaving your laundry out right before it starts to pour, forgetting to correctly saddle your horse. You could go on.
So, it’s not all that surprising when you did another stupid thing.
You weren't entirely sure what had come over you. You wanted to blame something else– someone else, some outside source that made you read too much into the things Ellie did for you.
Doing stupid things was your best skill– second to your bad luck.
Ellie had checked up on you– again. She liked to do that. She brought you snacks and water and sometimes she’d bring bread if she’d managed to snag extra, but that time she had just brought herself. She’d been tired and unkept, hair in a lazy bun and sweats sporting grass stains, but you thought she looked perfect.
So, when Ellie got close enough, when she’d looked you in the eye for a little too long, you looked at her lips. A momentary lapse. Ellie hadn’t moved away, but you should have given her the benefit of the doubt– she probably didn’t notice that you had even looked. Even so, you were too in love to give her the benefit of the doubt– too hopeful when you should have been hopeless.
You kissed her. It was soft, barely there, and it had made your lips tingle. Ellie didn’t move, so you didn’t either, but then it sucker-punched you that she was probably just your friend.
When you shifted back, Ellie followed you and pressed your lips together, harder than before.
You thought you had maybe overdosed on those pills Tommy had given you– that maybe you were hallucinating or you were in a concerningly realistic dream. It’s when Ellie cupped your check that you realized you weren’t dreaming, so you moved your hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer. The force of your kisses turned bruising the more time went by, the more Ellie pulled you closer, like she wanted to sit on your lap, which is a little laughable, but you liked it.
You were pleasantly surprised when she shifted on your lap, knees spread, your thigh directly meeting the warmth between her own thighs.
She sighed against your mouth, grinding down against you, your own cunt beginning to drool in your panties.
Ellie was gasping against your lips, your hands gripping her waist with a kind of strength only you could have at this moment with her so close– something akin to a dragon hoarding a pearl, and you hold her between your hands, teeth ready to bare.
It made you dizzy, made you needy, made you run your fingers through Ellie’s hair and pull.
You were pressing kisses to her neck when Ellie rasped out, “No marks.”
You didn’t think anything of it.
You should’ve.
—
You met Ellie immediately after being thrown into Jackson with no family.
You were told that these people– this community– is your new family. That they would take up the space of your parents, your siblings, your friends. You can’t really remember the last time you’d seen them, let alone talked to them. You were out of your depth, and Ellie saw right through you.
It’s easy to find her after meeting her at what you could only describe as orientation. You were told to be up by 8 in the goddamn morning to learn the law of the land– how Jackson worked, how you could help out. Ellie knew where to run off to and she’d hinted at it when you’d rolled your eyes at Maria saying, “We’re a tight knit community who spends lots of time together.” – needless to say you weren’t interested.
You tried your best to be nonchalant when you showed up. Ellie had her back to you as she scribbled in her notebook– marking the pages with words you couldn’t make out and drawings that looked nicer than you cared to admit.
“Welcome,” Ellie drawled, gesturing vaguely next to her, “I figured you’d stop by.”
You stepped forward till you were by her side, and only then did Ellie look up. You watched the way her hair caught the moonlight, and grew embarrassed when too much time passed. You cleared your throat and looked away.
“Loosen up,” she laughed quietly, and your stomach flipped. You did your best, but you weren’t sure it was working. Ellie was already sitting, so you figured you’d join her. You sat criss-cross, fingers pulling at weeds absentmindedly.
“Not from around here, are ya?” Ellie asked, glancing over.
You shook your head with a low chuckle.
“Wow, what would Jackson do without its private-eye?" you mocked, “Not like I’m new here or anything.”
“Nice to meet you, newbie,” Ellie grinned, holding her hand out for a shake, “I’m Ellie.”
“Ditto,” you replied, grasping Ellie’s hand, “Nice tattoo.”
It’s when Ellie looks at you with that stupid smile on her face, lips parting to say her thanks, her fingers at your pulse. It’s then that something embeds itself into your chest cavity, a carving along your ribs one through seven. Eight, nine, and ten feel the vibrations. Eleven and twelve long for the same sentiment.
“if somehow the lord gave me a second chance at that moment, i would do it all over again.”
would you, ellie?
do you believe in god, my love? do you fear him? hate him? do you resent him like a daughter forsaken?
ellie was never one to believe in god, no. but whatever god Joel spoke of, she could imagine the rules.
in order to survive, you must first be ready to damn yourself to an eternal hell.
you must be prepared for your name to be swallowed by the mouth of Peter at the heavenly gates. just as Joel did, in his final moments. to acknowledge the sins you had no choice but to make in the playground of your hands.
but do you believe in punishment, ellie? if not by god, then by nature? an eye for an eye. a heart for a heart. a sister for a brother. a father for a daughter?
no, yes, i understand.
perhaps there is no father named God. no mother named Nature. no fickle gods who delight in mortal suffering.
but when she looks at Joel — when she looked — she sometimes thought that maybe there could be. that maybe she could swallow some sort of true faith in a bitter sip of Joel’s untouched coffee.
but her prize for her sacrifice was her penance in saltwater, nowhere near holy, with some distant god watching from the horizon.
is that what he damned himself for? is that what he said he’d damn himself for again, given a first pass of mercy by god?
would dressing herself a second time in the blood of enemies slain — mothers, fathers — give herself worth? whose soul did she save?
she wondered if she had taken the rowboat, whether she could ferry herself, like charon, to the other side of the endless, moonlit wallow. toward the skyline, where her silent, deist god sat, beckoning the girl to her purgatory.
where Joel —
where her father remained with an arm outreached, a hand washed from its impurities, to welcome his prodigal daughter home.
a/n: this is a repost from early this year so excuse any change in writing style!
warnings: vampire!ellie. period sex. oral!r receiving fingering!r receiving. sort of a dreamy, less modern vibe. if u aren’t into it.. just don’t read it.
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Some times--Most times, you only saw her at night. When darkness enveloped the small town you called home, when the stars rocked the sleepy eyed humans to sleep and the moon hummed the lullaby that quieted the crickets outside, she came.
Only then did you ever hear the distinct creaking of the splitting wood on your window panes being pressed up. Only then did the white of your sheer curtains move with more than the wind, the grip of the air nothing compared to the long hand that often wrapped around the fabric and pushed it open. When the moon was the only light filtering into your room, you saw the green of her eyes.
Tonight was no different, despite one little issue. Often, the woman who visited you under the cover of midnight would arrive to your eyes closed in sleep. She would press a hand to your warm cheek before waking you, greeted by your sleepy excitement each time.
This time, you had not been able to sleep. A heat had taken over your body, tight in your stomach with a pain you would compare to that of claws gnawing at your insides. Sweat beaded between your brows with every swift turn under your uncomfortable sheets, lip tugged between your frustrated teeth to stop any whines of discomfort. That had been what your favorite visitor heard as her shaking palms found the wood of your window. Your pained grunts floated through her buzzing ears as she quietly made her way into your room, auburn hair messy behind her ears as her figure became visible, head tilted as she looked across the room to your heated body.
“El,” you whined, wiping your forehead with a hand, not at all concerned about her chosen point of entry. “Go away.”
Ellie’s gaze softened, a scoff sounding from behind your squeezed shut eyes. “Go away?” she mused, her voice much closer now.
The split second your eyes had been closed, Ellie had somehow silently made it to your bedside. You don't question it, you never do.
When a girl like Ellie sports small fangs and a taste for blood, her speed is the last thing you think to question.
“I don't feel well, don’t want you here.” you add, mouth pulled into pout as you look up at the freckled face of Ellie.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong, bunny? Instead of shooing me away,” Ellie requests, sitting on the edge of your bed. Her cold hand finds your sweaty arm, sighing. “You’re burning up.”
Your neck tickles with heat as Ellie questions your current state, and you fall wordless. Somehow, it was more embarrassing to admit to your vampire visitor that you were starting your period than to simply tell her to leave. Obviously however, Ellie was not taking the second option as a valid answer.
“I started my period, nothing is helpin’ the cramps,” you explain softly, pressing your hand into the sheets of your bed to try and sit, to maybe find some sort of relief to the growing tension in your stomach. But the other set of hands is faster.
“Lay down,” Ellie insists, glancing down at you. You can almost see the cogs of her brain turning behind the evergreen in her eyes, a sort of fogginess settling over the color.
“Let me help you,” she eventually says.
“What? I told you nothi-”
Ellie presses her lips together to hush you, one wandering hand finding the dip of your hip, blunt nail tracing the goosebump coated flesh there. Sometimes she liked being so cold, simply because she enjoyed seeing how you reacted to it. If she was damned for what she was, she may as well use some of it to her advantage.
“What are you doing?” You couldn't help the shiver that followed her movements.
Suddenly your mouth feels dry, tongue unable to wet the plump fat of your lip. The scratching in your throat finds no comfort when you swallow, only further irritating your vocal chords. A choked noise finds the heavy bedroom air as fingers tug at your cotton shorts.
“Helping you,” Ellie repeats, her own mouth much more wet than yours. Even in the dim light of the moon you can see the glistening dew on her parted lips. Usually the look she currently wears is saved only for when her pearly teeth find the sensitive and already scarred skin of your neck. Not for.. this.
Your hands immediately slap to your heated cheeks. “Oh my god Ellie, no fucking way.”
The vampire, who had now moved below you on the bed, hums in disagreement to your little show of kicking feet, a hand too strong to be that of a human halting all movements.
“We always have fun when I come over,” The freckles of her face disappear as she glances down, fully pulling down your shorts.
“Not when I’m on my period,” you hiss quietly, the words feeling cracked and embarrassed as they leave your mouth. You could deny the growing arousal in your belly simply by how *mortified* you felt. Even with the churning feeling of deeply settled embarrassment, you make no further moves to stop Ellie. Not as the shorts fall to the floor with a dull thump.
“It’ll help,” Ellie soothes, the near frigid temperature of her hand calming the heat that rises on the skin of your legs. “Haven’t you heard things like this help with cramps?”
The words that are spoken almost teasingly fall upon deaf ears as her wet lips press right above your knee. “Please,” the auburn haired girl whispers, sounding a lot more breathy than before. “Please, let me taste you. Let me make you feel better. ”
Ellie had a tendency to become a little less cold, figuratively at least, when she found her body nestled between your own. The unwavering voice you had grown oh so accustomed to always slid into a more mushy sounding version whenever it got intimate. Today, it seemed even worse. The words dripped with the sweet sounds of neediness, a sound that tasted sweet on your tongue, which swiped nervously over your dry lips.
“El..” Another kiss pressed further up the flesh of your warm thigh broke any following denial. “Fuck..” your chin wobbles, almost too embarrassed to actually say your following words, “Yea. Please help.”
You were sure if you believed something was watching down on you from the sky, it was with horror. Some people may call what Ellie was doing sinful. The angels in the clouds would shrilly gasp as fingers wrapped around your panties and tugged them and everything else from your bottom half, tossing them into the growing pile of clothes. Her shirt came next, the simple white cloth acted as something to watch as it pulled off of her chest, likely to avoid any mess. Some may call the sight of her dipping down again, green eyes looking up at your quivering lip, sinful. Maybe it was, surely the mewl you made when her lips found the heated flesh of your inner thigh was. But if you had to describe it, that wasn't the word you would use. You may even swear it was heavenly.
“Relax,” Ellie drawled, spreading your thighs further apart, despite the slight tremble to them. “I’ve got you, don't worry,” her voice soothed you enough to tilt your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes closed. The embarrassment simmered low in your belly, even more so when you could feel the arousal that dripped from you, which your vampire visitor had no problem pointing out. “So wet for me,” she groaned, lips still refusing to find home anywhere other than your thighs. Teeth sharper than your own nipped at the skin there, bucking your hips up. “You want this, don’t you?”
It was an obvious request for another confirmation of what was to come, but your chest felt too tight to reply, no air finding your lungs the moment her breath hovered over your pulsing core. “Tell me you want it,” she requests again, voice dipping into a softer territory again, searching for your approval. Her resolve was cracking however, jaw clicking as she tried her best not to dive straight into where she craved to be.
“I do,” you whine, eyes still closed as you answered, words met with the quick and overwhelming feeling of her tongue pressing flat against your wet center. You couldn’t think too hard about the fact she was doing this right now, not when the sharp gasp had come from two mouths instead of one, a quick call of, “Fuck,” from only you this time followed. Ellie had no words, not as her tongue made another long stripe up your pussy, going much slower than you liked. It led one small roll of your hips down into her, a sign for what you searched for.
It resulted in a hand gripping your hip, pressing you further down into the mattress, ceasing any attempt to control the movements. Her mouth pressed further into you, licking at the same excruciatingly slow pace, seemingly taking her time to enjoy the taste she found between your thighs. “El,” you gasp, eyes fluttering open to glance down at her. However her eyes were closed, another press further into you came, her nose bumping your clit as she licked into you. The rush it brings is almost enough to completely paint over the lingering cramping in your stomach.
The dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure seeps into your bones, making you feel too heavy to do much else than move a hand to find Eliie’s hair, fingers tangling between the auburn strands. You tried again to guide her movements, but she was much stronger than you, paying little mind to the shaky hand that tugged at her locks.
“Taste so fuckin..” she sucked in a breath, unable to keep from dipping back into your folds, humming. “So fuckin’ good,” she finishes, words reverberating against your throbbing core. It had you trying to squirm, held down by the stone light weight of Ellie’s grip. The deeper she licked, the more you fought against her. Your body ached the do something.. anything to find comfort in the overwhelming feeling of her still slow pace. The fingers in her hair tugged again, finding a low groan in response.
The air of the room had already been heavy on your feverish skin, but now it was nearing a state of unbearably humid. Every time Ellie’s tongue made a particularly aimed movement you felt another round of fire straight in the mess that was your clenching core. It all felt so heightened, so much better. The sticky feeling on your skin did not slow either of you down, and you had little care for the sweat beading on your flesh. Not when your favorite girl’s lips were doing such mind numbing things to you.
Had you told your past self, even that of just an hour ago, that you would have allowed it to happen.. They would have laughed in your heated face. The past version of you would have sworn up and down, prayed up to the mysterious sky, that this would never happen. But now- now you have no room for denial or regret. Your mind was becoming too cloudy to house thoughts of shame, questions of if this was right. Because it felt right. The slick sound of Ellie’s mouth against you sounded right, as did your little huffs and puffs that you couldn't hide. The cramps had subsided in tandem with the tightening band in you. But you needed more, and you were gone past a point of being embarrassed to ask for it.
“I need..” you try to speak, but Ellie’s lips wrapping around your clit is the cause of the death of the forming words. A jolt of your hips is one finally strong enough to rupture the heavy hold of the vampire’s hand. Your lame attempt at a command did not go unheard by Ellie, who for the first time since this began, pulled herself away from your cunt. Her eyes darted up, looking to meet your own. But you were far too focused on something else. Her lips were glassy with your wetness, which she licked without a second thought. But the usual clear sheen that you had been no stranger to seeing on her face was more of a rosy color, a stark reminder of the reason this had begun in the first place. The slight tint of red smeared onto her chin, across the corners of her mouth, and it was oh so addicting to see. You felt no lingering shame, no shiver of disgust. Instead it made you feel even more desperate to have her against you again, but first you had to listen to her speaking. “Need what, babe?”
The urge to simply shove her face right back into your cunt flipped through the pages of scenarios in your head, but the moonlight that painted the side of your lover’s face, illuminating the red paintbrush stroke of you, had you a little too separate to risk such a bratty action.
“I need more, El. Need to cum,” you manage to whine, one light push of her head to prove your point. Ellie dipped her head down again, pressing small kisses to your sticky inner thighs. “Just love taking my time with you,” she muttered, a few more pecks planted on you were a search for forgiveness, one you graciously accepted with a loud moan when the lips finally found your clit again.
Ellie seemed to take your beg to heart, the hand that held your hip slowly dipping between your thighs. Her searching fingers met just below her chin, one long digit sliding over your slit, teasing the weeping hole with a slight press. The air feels like it has been punched from your lungs when the finger sinks into you, just as evil as her mouth as it curls into you the exact moment her lips suck a little harder. You were sure she was looking to torture you with how slowly the finger pumped in and out, working and exploring around your walls that gripped around her so tightly.
You had always heard the mythical vampire was sadistic. Ellie had never been much of that, but with ever slow movement into your aching cunt, you began to believe the whispers. Your head turned lightly to stare at the open window, the stars that dipped in the night sky were surely spotlighting your body splayed out on the bed, the auburn haired vampire between your thighs was quite the show for all the celestial beings up in the night air, every single being held its breath and watched on, you were sure of it. You didn't blame the stars, or the moon, or whatever else may have their attention focused on this tantalizing sight. If you could, you would float right out of your body to watch on yourself.
Surely you looked a mess, chest heaving with the heat of the air, with the heat of Ellie. Your limbs shook just lightly, your fingers knotted your companions hair, the messy pile of clothes on the floor, the red that painted her cheeks. Surely it would make your cheek turn bashfully if you could see it. Maybe this was sinful. The little dip into your rushing thoughts is ended with the raspy tone of Ellie’s voice.
“Relax, bunny. Gotta relax for me,” Ellie cooed against you, a few more languid presses into your cunt causing you to finally loosen around her, coupled by the continuing ministrations from her mouth on your clit. Soone another finger joins the mix, the large fingers stretching you just right. She reaches spots that have you remembering the stars you had just seen behind the black of your squeezed shut eyes, a pathetic cry falling from your lips. This reaction only encourages her to continue, the pace of her suckles and thrusts into you speed up. It's harsher everytime she plunges into you, your hips moving lightly with the pure force.
“That’s my girl, there you go,” she compliments after a long moan, the words causing another clench around her fingers. You let out another string of incoherent whines and moans, grinding down into her messy face and fingers. Somewhere in the back of your mind you cursed yourself and Ellie for the certainly ruined bedspread under your ass, but it seems like the much smaller issue when you had *this* to focus on. You were nearing your peak, and it was no secret. Your grinds against Ellie became sloppy, ununiformed and more needy than before. No words could form on your tongue, only whimpers and unintelligible begs.
The vampire never lets up, curling her fingers, your walls clenching. her teeth grazed against your clit lightly enough to have you trembling, whining softly. She knows your body as well as you do, every small sign you were reaching the final moments before your world would explode. She knew what moves of her fingers would have your legs shaking, knew where to press, how hard to go. She was no stranger to making you cum, and she definitely was on the mission to make it happen now. Her free hand grips your thigh, pushing you even more impossibly open for her, fingers pressing into you harshly enough to draw another cry. She readjusts slightly, sinking even deeper into your folds. “C’mon,” Ellie whispers, the word slightly broken, shaky and pleading. Pleading as if she needed you to come as much as you did.
Maybe she did, because the moment your back arched, a near pornographic moan filling the heavy air, spilling out of the window and swirling against the peeping eyes of the stars and moon, she moaned with you. Her fingers still within you as you gushed around her, her lips still pressed to your clit. But as your thighs shook, she slid the fingers out and replaced them with her tongue again. The pink muscle flattened against your slit again like it had earlier, this time with no attempt at going slow.
If anything, she was ravenous. Every drop your pulsing center gifted her, she sucked down like she needed it, ignoring your desperate whines of overstimulation. You attempted lamely to press her head away with the hand still tangled in her scalp, but it was no use. The pleasure of her tongue was much too overwhelming to fight.
After a moment that felt like hours, she pulled away. Her tongue licked over her lips again, collecting the rosy colored cum from where it smudged there. Her eyes stayed on your own blinking irises as her fingers raised to her already messy lips. They were coated with the same mixture of red and clear shining wetness, and she sunk them into her mouth with a moan. The debautchary that took place in front of your eyes should have your stomach queasy, should have your legs closing and pressing far away from Ellie.
But of course it doesn't, instead you watch on with morbid curiosity, watching her tongue curl around her fingers, sucking the last bits of you, leaving a glistening layer of her own spit behind. She found no shame in this situation, no shame in drinking down evey single thing you would give her, so why should you?
“Fuck,” you breathe, eyes transfixed on the fingers as they fall from her lips and down to her lap, her eyes back on your own. She makes a move to crawl over you, arms locking you in from either side.
“Just got a taste of you bunny,” she mumbles, nudging her head into the crook of your neck.
Her lips pressed there, and this time you could feel her fangs under the plump fat of her lip. “Gonna let me have more?” she questioned.
Of course you would, of course you did. As you tilted your neck for her, the curtain to the side of you blew in the wind, and you closed your eyes.
cw - the usual (petnames, yadda yadda) strap sex (r!recieving) reader and abby r married teehee
lazy sex w abby oh my god. you just got off from work, tired as ever. abby just wants to make her baby feel good after a long day at work. she doesnt want you doing anything, just rewinding on her strap.
"mmm...right there." your face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, the occasional quiet moans slipping from your lips. abby has you in her lap, all of her deep inside you. swear you can feel it all the way in your stomach. her hands gripping your hips, assisting your movements.
"yeah?" a smirk finds its way on her face, flexing her pelvis as the strap reaches where you need it the most. "f-fuck baby..." you jolted a bit, arms still wrapped around abby's shoulders.
"my sweet girl worked so hard today hmm? all she needed was my strap? taking all of it so good...wish you could see yourself right now angel." you whimper at her words, the grinding of your hips getting more sloppier as you feel your orgasm coming.
"i-i'm so close abby..." she reaches down, her thumb rubbing messy circles on your clit. "c'mon, go ahead and give it to me." abby's lips lazily kisses yours, your leftover lip combo earlier from work rubbing off on her lips.
your body shakes against abby's as your orgasm violently washes over you. your nails she paid for obv grip onto her biceps, your body slowly calming down from the harsh climax. "there we go, fuck." abby's also follows, washing over her shortly after yours. your body falls against hers, quiet, barely audible moans seep through your lips as she slides the strap out of your cunt.
"you want me to run you a bath angel?" your wife questions, a nod from you following shortly after. her lips places a peck on your nose before she heads to prepare your bath. she just loves taking care of her baby.
hi!! glad to see you around!! how has the new year been treating you? and have you had any writing ideas :)
hi! the new year is off to an interesting start (sick and missing work) but otherwise ok!! i actually had a cute to all the boys i’ve loved before like au idea for ellie recently for a valentine’s day fic but idk if i can write itttttt
⁺₊❆⋆ ୨⎯ merry christmas, im not yours at all. merry christmas, please dont call. ⎯୧ ⁺₊❆⋆
pairings: ex!ellie x ex!oc/reader
synopsis: an involuntary trip back to your hometown brings back unwanted memories of the girl who broke your heart years before. when youre met with her unexpectedly, you have to decide wether or not to pursue her, or give her a taste of her own medicine. or maybe both.
wc: 6.7k (SMUT; ellie eats pussy then yall ✂️✂️.. angst, cheating, crying, slight comfort but no happy ending, reader is an offputting bitch who cries alot. joel and DINA mention!!!!!! the words and and you are used alot.. oc is shorter than ellie & has hair.)
MERRY CHRISTMAS DYKES IN MY PHONEEE !!! ilysm! im so excited to post this holy fucking shit shyt. interact i beg u. reblogs and comments are encouraged i loveee talking to you guys sm!!! 🫵🏼 come ttm and ill talk back! heavily inspired by my twin @coeurify !! i suggest you go read ttds 1 before reading this!
Christmas of freshman year Ellie bought you a bouquet of red and yellow flowers, you cried.
Christmas of sophomore year she burned you a cd with your shared playlist on it. She titled it ‘our songs” and you cried.
The next year she wrote you a song, it was truly beautiful. it made you cry.
Christmas of senior year was different. That year, your parents decided to use the break to visit universities and then stay at a nearby family member's house for the holiday. Before you left Ellie managed to gift you a shiny heart pendant with her initial carved onto the front and a picture of you two glued to the inside. you cried, hugged her, and told her you loved her.
The Christmas before you left for university Ellie broke up with you. This was the hardest you cried in five years.
So much for a Merry Christmas.
That was two years ago. you haven’t been back to your hometown since then, simply because you knew you couldn’t bear to face her. Going back to Jackson meant running into Ellie, and you weren’t ready for that.
until now, apparently.
your dearest mother had called you and told you that if you didn’t come back this year all your shit was going to the goodwill. Maybe Ellie wasn’t the only reason you avoided your hometown.
So here you were, driving the sickly long drive to the closest place to hell on earth. you had to stop four times because your tears were blurring your vision. when you were finally met with the “Welcome to Jackson” sign, you threw up in your mouth. your driveway mocked you as you sat in your car attempting to collect yourself. you contemplated turning around, driving back to campus and telling your mom to burn your stuff for all you care. But, you didn’t. it was late and you needed sleep. so you pulled your keys out of the ignition, grabbed your belongings and made your way to the front door. your parents greeted you with tights hugs and uncomfortable small talk.
“How’s school, sweetheart?” your mom asked, your dad sneaking off to bring your bags to your old bedroom. “its school.” you kept you answers curt. not trying to engage in useless conversation at this hour. your mom picked up on your exhaustion and excused you with a tight lipped smile. the second you entered your room you regretted the entire trip. she was everywhere. pictures of you kissing on your dresser, her hoodies in your closet and of course, her initial still around your neck, above your heart.
you walked around the room, your cheeks already wet with tears. you picked up a photo that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw out when it ended. it was you and ellie snuggled up on dina’s couch, taken by her of course. you both looked so peaceful. the photo began to blur as the tears really started to fall. your legs gave out underneath you, causing you to fall against the wall. it was like a scene from a movie, a pathetic one at that.
You couldn’t remember exactly when you had fallen asleep, but it was late. you woke up in a fetal position on the floor, with an old picture of you and Ellie held tightly to your chest. your poor back..
the morning was still, your parents were still sleeping when you woke up, something you were very much grateful for considering the amount of questions you knew were to come your way when they did finally wake up. you set the picture back in its place hesitantly.
the lower level of your house was cold, the cold floors hitting your feet woke you up as you made your way to the kitchen. almost immediately upon arrival you decided that your mothers coffee brand wouldn’t do. she always bought the gross nutmeg flavoured creamer.
coffee shop in town it is!
you always hated ben’s, the coffee was mediocre at best and priced at a whopping seven dollars, but it would suffice for today. at least until you could get to the grocery store. the walk was short, thank god. you grabbed your jacket and scarf from the hook and made your way out the door. you were surprised, but relieved that you hadn’t had the misfortune of running into anyone you used to know.
The cafe had a welcoming atmosphere that you knew all too well, yet grew to despise. you ended up hating most parts of this town, the tight knit community, the overpriced coffee, everything. then you left. in your final days of staying in jackson, it was like you were gasping for air. then finally after you had gone to university, you could breathe again.
“Is that who I think it is?!” the cashier beamed from their place behind the counter. you could recognize that voice anywhere. the voice of riley abel, a girl you had gone to school with. she was voted most likely to move far away after grad, how ironic.
‘Hey, riley. how are you?” you asked as you walked up to the counter, trying your absolute best to sound interested. you zoned out as she rambled on about her life.
you picked at your fingernails while she spoke, her voice a distant muffle. you didn’t want to be rude and tell her to shut up, but damn this girl couldn’t talk.
“Anyways, how are you? I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!” she smiled and you couldn’t meet her eyes. “I’m doing fine.” she took your awkward answer as a hint and switched the subject. small talk should be banned.
“So what can i get for you?” she asks, typing away at the ipad on the counter. you contemplated for a moment before answering. you skimmed the menu for the cheapest option that didn’t taste like shit.
“I’ll get a medium french vanilla, please.” you grab your phone from your pocket, opting for apple pay instead of cash. she gives you a small, forced smile. “your total is eight dollars and twenty-five cents. cash or card?” your eyes widen at the price. “card, please.” she nods and passes you the pin pad. you gently tap your phone on the top of it as she begins to make your coffee.
A few minutes pass before riley calls you back up to the counter. she handed you a small cup with your name written on the side, along with a small smiley face. you thanked her and smiled at her small act of kindness.
your walk home is longer, many of the places you used to frequent, bustling with people that you could recognize by face. you almost stopped a few times, pausing and staring into oblivion. you never had the guts to actually enter though.
when you arrived back home you parents were sitting around the dining table, your dad, fairly engaged in the newspaper greets you with a smile. your mother doesnt look up from her phone until you speak. “Saw riley at bennys.” she hums and looks you up and down, it was like no matter where you went there was some weird tension in the air.
“You couldn’t have made coffee at home?” she snarks, tipping her glasses off her nose. “Just wanted some fresh air.” you reply nervously, not wanting to be fighting with her already. clearly your attempts worked because she stopped there. you swallowed the lump in your throat and retreated to your room.
you weren't sure what you were going to occupy yourself for these two weeks, packing up all the shit you wanted wouldn't take more than a few hours. you contemplated just taking your belongings and going back but you knew your mom would disapprove with that idea.
you decided that the most worthwhile decision for now would be to resume your place in a current book you were reading, a silly romcom you were gifted by your roommate before you came home. at least until your mother asked you to help her bake some cookies, or run to target for some last minute christmas gifts.
six chapters in and you were finally starting to get into it when you get a text. a text from Dina, a close highschool friend. you tried to stay in contact after you left, but the relationship fizzled out into short happy birthdays, and merry christmases.
D-Dawg💘
Hey! i heard from riley that you're back for break, we all miss you.
You laugh at the corny name you assigned to her contact in high school, the name had blossomed after a drunk comment from jesse, comparing her to a dog simply because of her big brown eyes.
D-Dawg💘
were having a little get together tonight, if you’re up to it you should come by. you're always welcome.
you decided to ignore the message for now, you weren't really up for the whole forced small talk that came with seeing all your old friends again. as far as you knew they were all still hanging out, everyday, without you. instead you decided to resume your place in your book, hoping to find some sort of entertainment in it.
you’re in the middle of chapter twelve of your book, Wes and Liz had just gotten into an accident in the rain when your mom calls you down stairs. you trot down the stairs, phone in hand. when you arrive, you stick on the last step, the wooden floors still cold. you're greeted with your mother in her signature bird print apron.
“Did you wanna help me with the baking, or were you just gonna sulk in your room all break?” she asks. you clear your throat and step down the last step. you shove your phone into your hoodie pocket, “Yeah ill help, i’d love to.”
“Babe, get your damn fingers outa the cookie dough!” ellie laughs as she grabs your wrist, pulling you out of the batter. you had forced her into baking with you after you saw a stupid couples tiktok. “Relax, its just us eating them anyway.” you defend, you even noticed your precious girlfriend sneaking chocolate chips from the bowl once in a while.
“Yeah, well i don't play about my christmas cookies.” she puts her hands on her hips and glares at you jokingly. you giggle at her actions. “We can tell, fatty.” you joke, her eyes widen and her jaw drops. “What did you just say!?” her slack jaw turning into a toothy smile quickly.
“Nothin’ i didn't say nothin’” you laugh and turn back to shaping the cookies. she steps closer to you and places her hands on either sides of your hips. “Well, thats weird. cause’ I definitely heard something.” she starts moving her fingers in slow circles over your pj pants, her lips meeting your neck slowly.
“hell, ellie. why are you the horniest woman on the planet.” you drop your final cookie onto the tray and turn around to face her, her hands now moving to the sides of your face. “Not my fault I have the prettiest girlfriend ever.” she states, matter of factly. her lips now kissing your own, causing you to smile against her. you move your hands to the back of her neck, slowly twirling with the back of her hair. you both giggle against each others lips, “I love you” you whispered against her. “i love you too, baby.”
the soft moment was interrupted by the oven beeping, signaling it was time to finally bake the cookies. she pulls her hands off of your hips and reaches for the pan, nodding at you to open the oven. “Careful, don't burn yourself.” you open the oven door enough for her to slip the tray in without accidentally knocking her hand against the wall and giving herself third degree burns (again)
you both high five once the cookies were in the oven baking. “i think we make a pretty good team!” you say as you turn the tap on to wash the dough off your hands. “Hell yeah we do, baby!” ellie shouts, smacking your ass. you laugh loudly at her antics. “Ouch ellie!” you cry, pulling a towel off the counter to dry off your hands. she rolls her eyes at your exaggeration.
“Sorry, babe. want me to kiss it better?”
“Will you shut up?”
Baking cookies with your mother was a stressful, if not brutal experience. she was a bossy, nitpicky perfectionist. it was like you could never do anything right with her, everything had to be 100% perfect. she would argue that you weren't trying or you didn't care, but you did. if anything you cared too much.
“I told you to do it like this! not whatever you're doing.” she scolded and nearly ripped the bowl from your hands, demonstrating how she really wanted it done. you throw your hands in the air, “I am, fuck!” you whisper yelled in frustration. your mother abruptly dropped the bowl onto the counter. “Don't you swear at me!” she pointed her pointer finger in your face.
“Oh my god.” you mumbled under your breath. you brought two of your fingers to your temples and squeezed tightly, trying to calm yourself down. “What is your problem?!” your mother crossed her arms as she yelled. “I cant fucking- I cant do this! this is exhausting!” you quickly untied your apron and tossed it on the counter. throwing yourself up the stairs. your mother followed behind you.
“If I'm so exhausting then why don't you pack your shit and get out of my house, huh?!” she shouted, grabbing onto your arm, you pulled it away from her. “Because! you asked me to come! i thought we could've had a normal christmas for once!” by now you had salty tear drops racing down your cheeks, it wasn't pretty.
“well i shouldn't have. so that was my mistake.” she stops on the stairs when she says this. your heart stops for a moment when she says this. the tears come harder when you slam your door shut and lock it.
right now you felt like you were a teenager again, petty arguments with your mom is when you needed ellie the most, you would hop out your window and run to her house. she welcomed you with open arms and told you how much she loved you. she would hold you for hours and whisper praises into your ears while you cried.
But right now, at this moment you couldn't do that, because there was no more ellie.
After scream sobbing into your pillow like an angry child, you fell asleep.
you woke up with a throbbing headache and the need for water. you also woke up to a few unread messages from a few of your friends from highschool.
Jesseee
Hey, r u coming tn? dina said she invited u but u didn’t answer. We miss U
smartass (derogatory)
hi its abby! heard ur in town
smartass (derogatory)
we should hangout before you leave!
you sighed and glanced up at the time. 8:04pm. you had two options, go pack to sleep, or stay up and wallow in self pity. or-
D-Dawg💘
were having a little get together tonight, if you’re up to it you should come by. you're always welcome
hii dina, i’d love to see you! what time does it start? :)
D-Dawg💘
8! didnt think u were gonna reply! but def come by!
her reply came fairly quick. you glanced up at the time on your phone, 6;00. you could work with that. two hours to make sure you look good, just in case you see.. she who shall not be named. you pulled your suitcase out from under your bed. you rummaged for a few minutes until you were met with the one dress you brought with you because you knew your parents had some stupid family dinner planned for christmas day. the dress was modest, classy but not too fancy. next was your makeup makeup bag. you decided to keep your makeup simple too, so you looked good, but not like you were trying to look good.
you brought your makeup bag to the bathroom and started the shower. you usually tried to be quick with your showers considering you were using the only bathroom in the house. you let the warm water hit the back of your neck. for a while, you just sat. sat and stared at the wall. the longer you did this though, the higher your anxieties got. finally, after your neck started to burn from the water, you got on with your business, scrubbing your skin raw and washing your hair as quick as you could. you might be a little late..
after an hour and four almost-breakdowns you had gotten your hair to cooperate. you knew your makeup wouldn’t take long to get done so you before you started you checked your phone. no new notifications from anyone except dina, a simple follow up text of “it will be fun, i promise.” you debated asking her to confirm your fears of ellie’s attendance. maybe knowing would calm you just a bit.
Is she gonna be there?
please be honest.
D-Dawg 💘
she was invited, im not sure if she’ll show up though.
D-Dawg💘
Please don’t stress over this though. its been so long.
im aware, but its still scary
plus you’re all still friends. im not really part of
that anymore.
D-Dawg💘
maybe you guys could talk about it?
i can’t do that. you know i can’t
i will literally die.
likr
my life will end.
D-Dawg💘
sighs loudly…..
fine. but if she comes you
aren’t irish goodbying out my back door.
…
MAYBE.
see u soon -_-
you turned up your music and then shut off your phone, leaving it face down on the counter as you began your makeup. you gently hummed along with the lyrics as the soft brushes worked over your skin. the delicate touches reminding you of ellie’s gentle fingers tracing soft shapes into your cheeks as you slept in her arms. she was never scared to hold you, to tightly pull you into her body and keep you warm.
by the time you had finished your makeup and wiggled into your dress, it was 7:45. the drive to dinas wasn’t long and you didn't want to get there early and be left to awkwardly wait around for everyone else to arrive. so you decided to scroll on your phone to pass the time.
at 8:12 you pulled into dina’s driveway and immediately noticed the differences in her home. the christmas decorations were no longer over the top, and the driveway was shoveled neatly. dina had told you to just let yourself in when you arrived. your hand shook with anxiety as you reached the doorknob. you took one last deep breath and entered the house.
“Bitch, you’re unseasoned chicken.” are the first words you hear as you shut dinas door. you easily recognize jesses voice, throwing insults at abby over a heated card game.
“yikes.” you say, heads turn in your direction. you awkwardly laugh at the group reaction. “I told you she was coming, you dummies.” Dina shouted, her voice booming from the kitchen as she walked over to you, pulling you into a firm embrace.
you scanned the room for any sign of ellie. well, there were many things that could be considered signs of ellie around the house. like the homemade ornaments on dina’s tree. you had all had a sleepover one night in sophomore year and decided to create little hand painted ornaments for fun. ellie’s was a painting of the four of you as stick figures, yours and ellie’s had a big red heart painted over the top of their heads.
the memories flooded in as you stared down the tree, to anyone else this probably would’ve looked really weird, but your friends new. jesses voice interrupts your thoughts, you tore your eyes from the tree to look at him.
“she hasn’t shown up yet.”
and she never did.
Ellies absence didn't make the night any better, however. you hoped it would but it didn't. you were still bombarded with questions that you weren’t quite sure how to answer. dina had probably asked you about a thousand times to just talk to her! but you refused. you were not about to start up a conversation with your ex like nothing had happened between you two. especially when it was her shitty actions, not yours.
you didn't regret going but by the time it was time for you to leave you were happy to do so, your friends bargained with you to stay the night like the rest of them but you politely declined. you did promise to see then all properly before you headed back to campus, though. stating that a proper hangout was long overdue.
after you had said your goodbyes dina had offered to walk you out to your car, you told her you would be fine but she persisted.
“So, ellie texted me.” she slowed to a stop with her arms crossed. you sighed and turned around to face her, leaning your body against your car. “Do i even wanna know?” you roll your eyes. dina steps closer to you, joining you against the hood of your car. dina chuckles, trying to recall ellie’s exact words. “said she wanted to talk, she sounded apologetic” she looks up at you. scanning your face for any emotions.
“Dina-“
“Please, just listen.” she interrupts, “i miss my best friends, everyone misses you guys. nothings been the same since.” her voice going from firm and loud, to a shaky whisper. you sighed.
“I know, D. this is hard for me too. you’d think it would've gotten easier to be here, in this town but its not. i feel like i can’t breathe.” dina nods in understanding. you softly sniffle, the cold air makes your face tighten. the both of you stay silent for a while. dina knew there was more to be said, but she didn’t want to push you.
“I’m sorry.” dina looks back up at your face, her voice now held a panicked tone. you close your eyes, throwing up your hand in a worn out manner, “It’s fine-
“But its not! you’re my best fucking friend. and even though it felt like shit when you just- up and ghosted us, i understand why.” she she paused for a moment, moving her body from beside you to standing in front of you, mirroring you. “And i understand if you never wanna see ellie again, but i missed you so bad, so fucking bad.” at this point shes crying, fat tears run down her cheeks. you coo and bring her into your arms.
”oh dina, if anything i should be the one apologizing.” the shorter woman sobs into your shoulder. you both cried into each other like a cheesy soap opera. this was the one thing you missed about being in jackson. “i missed you so much”
The sound of your doorbell reverberated across your house, “ill get it!” you ran so fast to the door that you had tripped over your own feet a few times. you opened the door to reveal ellie and joel behind it. a small smile growing on her face when it was in fact you who opened the door and not your mother.
“You look pretty” she says as she walks in,you thank her with a small kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas!” you greet joel quickly before he retreats to the kitchen, probably to drink wine and gossip with your parents. “I like your sweater.” you look her up and down, gesturing to the wool sweater that adorned her figure.
“Oh thanks, My girlfriend got it for me!” she says sarcastically, you roll your eyes at her stupid joke. “Yeah, I know.” you grab her by the wrist and tug her up the stairs to your bedroom. you shuffled her into your room and quickly shut the door behind you.
“Would you care to see your gift?” you asked, in a pretend seductive voice. she nodded persistently and shot you a toothy grin. “Perfect!” you clap your hands together and open up your closet, retrieving a small red box with a big green ribbon wrapped around the top.
you couldn’t contain your excitement when you handed her the gift, your body was seen to be vibrating in its place. “C’mon, ellie! openitopenitopeni-“ you ramble, basically throwing the box at her. “Okay! Okay! Slow down, babe.” you both sit down on the bed, you place your arms on her shoulders. at this point you were seething in excitement.
“Holy fuck.. you didnt.” her eyes practically shoot out of her head, staring at the object in the box, a white envelope sticking out from underneath. she turns to you shocked.
“How did you even-” she grabs the walkman and few tapes out of the box. you shrug, “Antique stores are great places.” she puts the cassette into the device, the one that you were able to get your dad to burn your playlist into. the others being the smashing pumpkins and nirvana.
“Do you love it?” she doesnt answer, instead throwing herself onto you, holding you tightly. holding fistfuls of your sweater, your wrap your arms around her and kiss her forehead. “I knew you would!”
after fiddling with the foreign object for a few minutes ellie figures out how to turn it on and off, she passes you one of the wired headphones and slips the other into her own ear. The polices ‘Every breath you take’ begins playing into your singular headphone. ellie added it to your joined playlist because she swears its the song that plays every time she looks at you. How corny.
You two sit for a few moments, just listening to the lyrics.
I’ll be watching you
(every breath you take)
(every move you make)
you suddenly feel her looking at you, you turn your head to meet her gaze. her eyes were practically hearts, she looked so smitten. you smile at her and lay your head completely onto the bed and ellie sits up, careful to not disconnect the headphones from your ears. “what’re you doing?” you asked in a hushed tone. she shakes her head, “Just looking at you.” her face shifts from soft admiration to something different. then suddenly, her lips are slotted in between your own.
(every single day)
(every word you say)
she gently rubs her hand up and down your side as she moves her lips against yours, your hand making its way to the side of her face. you sighed into her mouth and gently moved your arm around to the back of her neck. your legs tangled together effortlessly when she pulls away from you. “I love you.” she whispers, you look up at her, your faces almost touching. “I love you too.” you almost moan when she dips her head back down to continue kissing you.
I’ll be watching you
That Christmas ended up being the night that you took each others virginity and tried to hide it from your nosy parents, who of course, noticed right away but didn't say anything.
Your mother and father left early in the morning to go see some of your extended family, you planned to go meet them later in the day so for now you were left by yourself to wait. you anxiety was high, but the hard part was almost over. after your dinner with your family you could shove all your things into your trunk and leave. you'd be back in the comfort of your apartment before December 26th.
For most of the afternoon you found yourself lazing around, watching movies that you've seen a thousand times before. you sigh to yourself, glancing over at the clock which reads 5:00. you decide to start getting ready.
you had just finished your makeup, your hair still tied up and your body clad in pajama when the doorbell rings. How strange you thought to yourself. who could possibly be showing up for your parents at 5pm on christmas day.
“I’m coming!” you shouted from the stairs, feet quickly moving down the steps. you probably should’ve looked through the peephole before ripping the door open because to your unpleasant surprise you were met with-
“Ellie?” your eyes widen at the sight before you. your ex girlfriend was outside your door with a bouquet of flowers and tears in her eyes.
“Hi- Hey.” she looks just as surprised as you. her green eyes wider than ever. she looked different, her usually half up, half down was now cut into a thinner mullet like haircut. you had tried avoiding any news of ellie since you moved, so her look was entirely new to you.
“What the fuck are you doing here.” you asked, your voice harsh but quiet. she looks at you in disbelief, “I- Dina told me to come see you.” she whispers. Of course she did.
“Why, Ellie.” you pause, crossing your arms. “I haven't spoken to you in almost three years, and now you're outside my door. Why?” she now looks disappointed with your reaction. she had partially hoped that you would throw yourself into her arms and tell her you missed her. but she knew that would never be.
“I messed up,” she looks down at her shoes, you clearly weren't having her half asses words. you sigh loudly. before you could shoo her away dhe interrupts you.
“I did you so dirty, and- i cant forgive myself for it. but youre the only person i've ever loved, truly.” she pleads with you unbeknownst to you, as your eyes stayed glued to the ground. “Would you please look at me-”
“I don't owe you anything ellie.” you snap, you did fulfill her request however, your eyes meeting her frantic ones. “i dont have to accept your stupid apology, why the fuck would i, ellie? what you did- what you did was so wrong. and i should hate you for it.” you slowly step out of the house, your angry pointer finger meeting her chest. tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
“and im sorry, im so fucking sorry, baby. i couldn't even live with myself after what happened.” her final words making the tears finally start to stream down your face. you hadn't expected her to admit that, especially not with you practically beating your fist into her chest. but she did.
she notices your tears and grabs you by your face, she holds you as your legs buckle beneath you, something she didn't do years prior on this exact day. something she shouldn't have had to do. “Im sorry.” she whispered into your hair. her flowers now long discarded, and you crying into her arms on your parents front porch.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Ellie?” you cried, your body tensing up after her heartbreaking confession, you peered at her through wet eyelashes. and she couldn't even look at you.
“I’m sorry.” she whispered, fingers fiddling with the rings adorning her hands, the hands that held you whenever you cried, the hands that had made you see heaven just nights prior.
“You're breaking up with me cause why? ellie. im still confused as to what the fuck is happening right now.” your expression is one of incredulity.
“baby, don't do this.” your eyes widen, you couldnt fucking believe her. “Do not baby me, ellie. youre fucking breaking up with me rught now because what? did you fuck her?” her head shoots up from her lap, her bottom lip wabbling between her teeth.
“No! i- we didn't, i would never-” you scoff, rolling your eyes at her actions. trying desperately to hide the fact that she had just broke your heart into a million pieces. “Do you love her?” you ask quietly, the question you had been avoiding since the beginning in fear of its answer.
“I dunno. i just-”
“youre breaking up with me to be with her ellie so you better know if you fuckin’ love her or not.” you spit, your words harsh, but in reality you were about to have a full blown panic attack.
“I do.” she admits. and suddenly your whole world comes crashing down, four years you had wasted just for her to leave you for a girl she met two weeks ago.
your tears became heavy and all of a sudden it was hard to breathe. your vision quickly blurred, your hands shook as you lifted your glass to your lips. and your headache was hard to deny, you needed to lay down.
Your ears rung, ellie still trying to justify her unlawful acts. all you could really hear were clusters of “im sorry, Not your fault-” you sobbed uncontrollably.
Fuck you, Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou-
“are you two ready for your menus yet?” the waitress had came out of nowhere, a sweet girl who clearly had accidentally walked in to something she couldn't just ignore.
ellie kept her head down and you made eye contact with the waitress Ruth her name tag read, “No, actually. we’re done here. Well- I am. she might be waiting for someone else.” you point at ellie, and her head raises. you quickly stand up and begin to quickly shuffle your belongings into your purse.
you wished she at least had the decency to do this in the comfort of your own home, where you could kick her out if need be, but now the entire restaurant was watching as you ran out the door with snot dripping down your nose and mascara running from your eyes to your chest. You tuned out her inescapable voice and walked all the way home.
After a long, exhausting five minutes, ellie convinced you to let her take you inside and clean you up. she wiped the mascara off of your under eyes and kissed your forehead.
“Thanks.” you muttered. “Don't mention it.” she smiled, she placed the flowers on the counter beside where you sat. you examined them, a beautiful bouquet of red and yellow flowers, like the ones she had gotten you your first christmas together. you smile at the thought. remembering your innocent love.
“what are you smiling about? hm?” she asks, you look up at her, “just thinking, about us.” she inhales a sharp breath at that. “what could've been.” you finish, reaching for the flowers, holding them in your lap.
she walks over to you, your knees now touching the front of her jean thighs thighs. “or.. what can be?” she looks down at you, an overly hopeful look on her face.
“Ellie,” you sigh, you seemed to be doing that a lot today. “I cant just let you back in like that. i mean- when did you and Cat even break up?”
“last year, october.” you nod, swallowing whatever was in your throat. “i see.” the room filling with a heavy tension. your intense eye contact has you shifting on the counter.
“Will you kiss me?” you whisper, what the fuck were you doing? she opens her mouth slightly, before grabbing you by your waist. kissing you softly, before she realized what you wanted. you moaned at the contact, and she kissed you harder.
“fuck, okay, okayokay.” she stops for a moment, you look at her confused. “are you sure you wanna do this right now?.” you nod, profusely.
she moves her hands under your shirt, quickly lifting it off your body. “No bra?” she smirks, you roll your eyes. and reach for her own T-Shirt. you slipped it off with ease, unknowingly biting your lip at the sight before you.
she grabs you again, slotting her lips between your own, you wrap your legs around her waist.
“your room?” she whispers against you, “couch.” you confirm. Ellie drops you onto the cushions, you grab at your sweats, quickly lifting your hips to get them off. ellie, preoccupied with taking her own pants off.
“fuck, you’re beautiful.” she positions her body against yours, her lips trailing from behind your esr, all the way down to your lower stomach. small praises leaving your lips at her wet kisses.
she begins to move her lips towards your clit, sticking her tongue out and licking a dtrip over your underwear. “Ellie, please.” you whimper, hips bucking up into her face. she looks up at you and begins to slip your underwear off your body.
“Fuck, youre so wet.” she observed, moving her finger to play in between your folds. you eagerly bite your lip, her face admiring you from her position between your legs. you moan softly as she begins to eat you out, swirling small circles on your soft button. “Oh, ellie!” you whimpered, your body twitching against her mouth.
“ohmygod, baby.” she moans into you, slowly slipping s single finger in and out of your sopping hole, your moans growing increasingly loud, your eyes meet her own when you entangle your hand into her hair, pulling fightly at the back if her neck.
your back arches as she adds another finger, your release so close you can feel the sweat dripping down your back. “Im cuming! ellie, ellieellie!” you scream as she fucks you through your orgasm, her fingers slightly slowing down before she pulls them out.
you beckon her between your legs again when she lift your head from between your legs, she slots her legs between yours, slowly starting ti grind into you. “missed this pussy s’bad baby.” she groans as she continues to move her hips, speeding up as she pleases. “mhm,” you moan, greedily grinding back up into her, small whimpers starting to leave her throat at the feeling of your pussy on hers.
“Tell me you love me, ellie” you ask, your voice breathy. her head snaps down, looking down at you. her movements speed up as she looos at you.
“W-What?”
“Tell me you love me.” you bump your clit against her sweet spot and she moans. “I love you, fuck! so much, i love you soso much.” she could feel her orgasm creeping up on her, she speeds up her movements between your legs. your grab at her brests, pinching her nipples between your pointer and thumb. “you gonna come?” she bites her lip, nodding at your question.
“cum all over my pussy, please ellie.” you moan loudly, her fluid slowly leaking out of her and onto you. you quicken your hips, ellies lip finding home between her teeth until she suddenly falls into you, both of you moan when she untangled your legs.
“fuck.” she whispers, looking down at the mess that spread between the two of you, connecting you. you slowly lift yourself into a now sitting position. gingerly adjusting yourself so that you don't irritate your already sensitive nerves.
“so.” ellie starts, looking over at you, her eyes again filled with hope. you sigh quietly. “So, im gonna be and you're gonna be gone by the time im done.” you state matter-of-factly as you stand up, slipping you oversized shirt back over your body. she shakes her head in confusion. “What?! But i thought-”
“you thought what, ellie? that i was just going to let you come back? you broke my fucking heart.” you can see her starting to tear up but you ignore the fact. instead slipping your underwear back on but discarding your pants.
“i told you it was a mistake! baby, i love you!” you scoff, your lips curling up into a smile, how fucking ridiculous.
“Listen to me ellie. Im going to go pee and you're going to go home. and then, tomorrow, im going to leave this fucking town forever and i swear to god you will never fucking see me again.” you argued, ellie still sitting there, with no clothes on. you didn't think she deserved your forgiveness. You felt guilty for denying her in such a vulnerable state but you convinced yourself that she deserved it.
you begin to walk up the stairs, you can hear her stand up from the couch and slip into her clothes once again. without turning around to face her you bid your final goodbyes,
“Tell your fiancé i said hi.”
unbeknownst to ellie, you had noticed the wedding band that shined around her left ring finger. that was when you decided not to let her back in.
smut content. strap referenced and referred to as 'she'.
when it comes to making love, ellie makes it all yours. coddled, confident, and hot in the lean gap of her thighs: be it a strap, her bare cunt, or the plain tangles of you getting off on her jeans. it's all up to the language of the flesh.
she reads you with the attention that should be reserved for studies—ones she lets you distract her from. in good intent, she claims; you are far more important than some print on paper. but, when her hips are just pleading for your legs to, “open a lil' wider, babe.” with thrusts deep and thick enough to want to fill her room with your pleasured soughs loud enough to rouse the neighbors, she can't help but tease you for it.
“'s she that good? yeah? showin' her what to do?”
it's sopping wet between both privates—thanks to a lustful someone who craved the groin of their girl to the palm of self-pleasure—and she teases you for that, too. the controlled pacing gives her a whole hour to percieve. tell her to, “slow down, els. don't wanna cum yet.” with a grip suffocating her wrists, her sense, and she takes in each inch that stretches your folds, pupils blown to her rings, drugged on that visual of where she splits you. implore her to, “fuck me hard enough and i'll cum.” and she will hold you to that; sparing the last of her beaded, sweating, and flush-red bod' into getting you goddamn pregnant three times over with the same eight-inch you gagged on in the discretion of a college-party bathroom when that delicious posion struck your heads.
ellie is a girl's girl—in her own singular, and devotional way. fuck, she even lets you eat her out; she's that supportive. banged-up, tired and ten past midnight on the couch spreading her her folds apart with spit from her own mouth, panties on the floor, lap pushed so gorgeously forward upon the damp edge—bush and all—looking at you with low, sharpened eyes, rasping. “so fuckin' good to me, babe. a present, and now this? what the fuck did i do to deserve you?”
