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modern! college ellie williams x innocent reader!

part 2!<3

summary; ellie williams, the college’s most popular dealer takes an interest in you, the most angelic sweet shy girl she had ever landed eyes on. and when the opportunity arises, she makes a move. she wants you to be hers.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, slight sa (a guy gropes readers ass before ellie punched him), blood, fighting, cursing, mentions of drugs such as weed, consumption of weed, extremely innocent (ellie is pretty much her first time in everything), making out, humping plushies —ellie shows reader how to and watches—, dirty thoughts, tension, teasing, ellie uses pretty names for reader, no use of y/n, dom! ellie and sub! reader, praising, choking, finger fucking (r receiving), thigh riding (r), oral sex (r receiving), hickeys, piv sex, strap on sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tit playing and sucking, cum eating, squirting…

“every time i’m around? i leave you hurting every time i leave baby?” you nodded once again and she couldn’t help but curse under her breath. “want me to help you make it stop?” and one last time, you nodded. “okay. why don’t you help me take this off first, hm?” she inquired as her hands slowly made their way under your skirt —which had riled up your hips— and onto your beautiful little cotton panties. “that’s it, good girl.” she praised when you did, helping her push them down your thighs and legs, and you couldn’t help but whimper, cheeks burning, ‘cause it made the pain in your cunt worsen. “shh, it’s okay baby.” she hummed, her hand back to your thigh to caress your skin. “fuuuck. you’re so wet, angel.” she groaned when she took a glimpse at your panties and pussy, completely soaked. she just wanted to fucking ruin you with her strap, have that pussy of yours leaking on it and cumming over and over again. she wanted to ruin you. but she knew she couldn’t. not yet. you didn’t even know what being turned on was until now. she would scare the shit out of you. she had to take it slow… patience ellie. patience… “why don’t you choose one of your plushies out for me, hm?” she asked, and your eyes fell on your plushies. it was a quick response. you went for your favorite. mr hops. your little white beautiful bunny. “atta girl. now i want you to push it against your pussy baby.” she muttered against your neck, and you shivered. you blushed, even more when when ellie saw your shyness decided to cup your hand with hers to guide the plushie in between your legs. you couldn’t help but moan when the nose of the bunny bumped against your puffy little button. “that’s it.” she praised. “move it just like that baby.” she smirked when she saw how you unconsciously started to drag it up and down on your cunt, humping the plushy. your eyes were pricking with tears. ‘cause your whole body seemed to be exploding in pleasure, and it felt so good… her hand helping you with her movements, her voice praising you and calling you good girl every time you’d moan and whimper…

girltalk

be a pretty girl

with a pretty mind,

a pretty heart,

and the prettiest soul.

elliesadore

౨ৎ what a perv — e. william’s

♥︎ perv! ellie x innocent! reader ( wc : 8.5k )

next door neighbor ellie, innocent / submissive & naive reader, obsessive, needy, sneaky camera shots, SMUT, yearner ellie, top! ellie & bottom! reader, etc.

you were an angel. ellie had thought she had gotten a taste of heaven before, but it was nothing compared to what happened to her when you moved in next door.

the apartment building was old and damn near falling apart, but it was cozy and close to shops in the area. that was a plus for you. as a college student, you needed an affordable home within walking distance of your campus. it was one of the only reasons you had chosen the apartment itself.

even despite its rundown appearance, you found it to give off a grandma-vibe. something warm and fond filled your tummy when you did the first tour around the place. you ended up signing the lease the next day and got the keys within the following week.

it was almost like a dream come true.

she first met you when you were moving in. there were piles of boxes outside of the apartment adjacent to her own, but no one to be seen. she maneuvered through the boxes, holding a coffee in her hands with her headphones pressed tightly into her ears.

then you appeared.

all soft and pretty. hair pulled up, shorts stuck to your thighs, socks pulled up to your knees—lace and frilly—baby doll top secured around your chest. you wore a shiny pair of fresh black mary jane’s. it was almost like you had walked straight out of a fantasy she had.

your eyes peered up into her own—your reflection flashing across her green hues. you smiled, suddenly speaking but she didn’t hear you. her music was drumming in her ears and when she finally snapped out of the daze she was in, she pulled a headphone out.

“sorry, what?” she said awkwardly.

you giggled. “you’re my neighbor, yeah? i’m y/n,” holding out your hand, her eyes flickered down. oh god, your voice was even sweeter. thick like honey, and smooth like butter. it was as beautiful as your appearance.

“sorry that all my stuff’s in the way,” you said. ellie maneuvered the coffee out of her hand and shook your own. her skin suddenly felt very clammy in retrospect to the softness that was your palm. “i’ll hopefully be done before tonight. i just got a lotta stuff.”

ellie pulled her hand back and rubbed the nape of her neck, “oh s’all good, don’t worry ‘bout it,” she murmured nervously. her eyes glanced down to the way sweat clung to your neck. you had been working out here in the heat since this morning she assumed.

she had left before you got here. early morning classes and what not. it was now at the hour where the sun was beating down rather harshly. “uh, do you need any help? looks like you’re having a hard time.” she gestured to the flush on your cheeks.

you fanned your face out of embarrassment.

“ah, yeah. my friend bailed last minute,” you replied, brushing your fingers through your hair. “been movin’ all this crap by myself.”

you flashed her a smile and ellie’s heart did this weird squeeze in her chest. she did her best—really really tried to—not to check you out. but she found her eyes lingering back to the way your shorts hugged your hips and pulled tightly around the thickness of your thighs. she swallowed after a beat. “let me help.”

“you sure? if you’re busy—“

she waved you off, “nah, s’all good, really. wouldn’t want you blocking the whole hallway all day.” she attempted at a lame joke to which you laughed. she didn’t know if it was a pity laugh, but regardless, she enjoyed hearing it.

“i’m gunna put this way real quick,” she motions to the coffee in her hands. you nod quickly, hands locked behind you as she turns around to maneuver towards her apartment door.

you catch a glimpse of the inside when she opens it, but with how old the building is, it quickly shuts behind her. from what you could see, there were posters hanging off the walls and lamps on instead of the light on the ceiling. you smiled to yourself. maybe it wasn’t intentional, but you had noticed.

you didn’t like the bright light on the ceiling either. it was silly to think the two of you had something in common after just meeting, but you liked to over examine people. so you didn’t put it past yourself to start jumping to conclusions.

the door swung back open on its loose hinges after a moment or two. ellie stepped back out in a black tank top, her muscles flexing as she moved. she had pulled her hair back more now, fixing it so that the loose strands weren’t hanging out.

“realized i didn’t introduce myself,” she coughed awkwardly after a minute. “ellie.”

you smiled, “nice to meet you.”

she nodded slowly, taking note of the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. the pinkness of your lips and how soft and full they looked. she realized she was staring and then quickly averted her gaze.

“what d’ya need moved first?” she asked, wiping her hands on her jeans.

you perked up, “oh, these would be great. if i get anything unpacked tonight, i’d like to have actual clothes to wear.” you pointed to a stack of boxes labeled clothes.

she nodded and picked them up. she took two at a time and you couldn’t help but let your jaw slacken at how her muscles went rigid beneath the weight. the bulged against her skin, the fern tattoo on her forearm twisting as she turned.

you swallowed, stepping aside so she could walk them inside. “you can just put them in the bedroom.” you squeaked, walking behind her.

she maneuvered through the messy apartment like she knew it like the back of her hand. maybe her apartment layout was similar, you thought. regardless, it helped that you didn’t have to tell her where everything was.

you smiled to yourself before picking up another box and carrying it gingerly towards the kitchen. you set it on the counter, meeting her in the living room. she wiped her hands against her jeans again, a nervous habit she had become accustomed to.

“you sure got a lot of stuff,” she said, eyes following the boxes you had already trudged inside by yourself. “is it just you or—?”

you rubbed the back of your neck, “just me. my friends like to say i’m a hoarder. i just don’t like throwing things away,” you chuckled warmly. “i find everything i own to be sentimental.”

ellie took a mental note, already filing it into the new file that had your name slapped on it. right at the forefront of her mind. she continued to help you bring it boxes and insisted that you go ahead and begin unpacking while she brought in the rest. when you tried to turn her down, she only shot you a glance with a half smile.

she muttered something under her breath about not minding doing the carrying.

you took her up on the offer when you realized she wasn’t budging and simply began opening boxes in your bedroom. luckily, the moving company you had hired already brought in your furniture for you. you guessed they had a bit of sympathy when they realized it was just a girl they were moving for.

you definitely wouldn’t have been able to carry the heavy ass bed that you owned inside. it looked like a princess slept in it. with curtains that hung around it and a mattress that was almost too big to be true. it was comfy nonetheless and you paid a lump-some for it. it was worth it in your eyes.

she would catch herself glancing at you when she brought yet another box in. down your body and the way you bent over to pull something out. the curve of your hips, the slope of your back, and her imagination was already running wild.

she didn’t know if this was a gift from a higher being for being so good this past year. but you moving in was a blessing and nightmare all wrapped up in pretty knee highs and short shorts.

ellie wondered what it would be like to run her fingers down the slope of your spine while she fucked you from behind. she wondered if you would take her strap well, or if you’d be able to handle how rough she would be. maybe for you she’d be gentle.

when she finished, she leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest. she watched as you packed your clothes into the pretty dresser in your room. the aesthetic matched your vibe. princess and good girl like. naive and sweet.

you reminded her of a doe. all gentle and unaware how someone else was already eye fucking you from behind. she bit her bottom lip, trying to stop the rush she felt in her gut.

she knew she’d be putting these thoughts to use once she left.

“s’all done,” she muttered after a moment, her voice horse. she cleared her throat, catching your eyes. “anything else you need help with before i get goin’?”

you turned around, eyes lighting up with gratefulness. you clasped your hands together like a prayer, “oh you’re the best, ellie,” the way her name rolled off your tongue was was already addictive. she could get used to the praise.

“you really didn’t need to do all of that, but thank you so much,” you continued, voice soft and fond. “i’ll have to do something to thank you.”

ellie caught herself about to smirk. she could already picture it. thank you sex. you on your knees sucking her off. the spit dripping out of your mouth as she pushed it deeper into your throat. she glanced away and smiled a little.

her attention was caught on the delicate fabric of your underwear in your drawer. she wondered if you wearing something like it right now underneath those shorts.

lace. thong. soft. silk.

it invaded her thoughts.

her tongue dipped out to wet her lips, “no need. i’m happy to help,” she said finally, brushing her hair back from her forehead. “if you need any thin’, i’m just across the hall.”

completely unaware of the thoughts flowing inside of her head, you felt awe for her. she was so helpful. you hadn’t ever had a neighbor be so kind before. it was like a prayer had been answered.

“you’re sweet,” you breathed out as she pushed off the doorframe and headed out. “but i’ll definitely do something to repay you. you like coffee, right?”

she nodded, “black.”

“perfect,” you whispered, cheeks tinted pink. “i’ll pay you back with that.”

ellie’s fingers skimmed the doorknob before she turned to look over her shoulder. the corner of her lip quipped up into a smirk.

“i’m countin’ on it.”

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she knew you went to the same university as her. when you mentioned it the day she first met you, she had been keeping her eye out every time she was on campus. her camera was slung around her neck, held firm in her grasp as she gazed around the greenery.

she was in charge of the pictures for the weekly university journal that another group of students wrote. she was a photography major, so this was like her internship to put on her portfolio after graduation. but now that she met you, it had suddenly become more than just taking photos.

ellie’s eyes snapped when she caught a glimpse of hair that looked familiar to yours. luckily, she had seen you leave this morning. dressed in another frilly skirt and stockings. like you were mocking her. teasing her with your naive cuteness.

cuteness that made her want to leave bites all over the skin of your thighs. that made her want to know what kind of expression you would make when you looked down at her when she’s between your legs.

there you were. chatting with a group of people. your lips were pulled in a smile and you were laughing in response to what someone else had said. carefully, she lifted the camera and zoomed in on you.

she breathed slowly, allowing every other noise to fade from existence. snapping a photo, she felt her chest tighten. she bit down on her bottom lip as the wind blew against you, lifting your skirt in a way she could almost see the view beneath it.

but of course you moved to hold it down with your hand. she sighed, taking a few more photos before looking down at the evidence. she should have found this creepy—what she was doing. but ellie seemed to lose all reasoning when it came to you.

she didn’t care if this seemed stalker-ish. didn’t care if she shouldn’t be taking off guard photos of you when you weren’t paying attention. desire outweighed any other feeling she should’ve been having.

reason was replaced. only need and obsession remained.

it only escalated from there. any time she saw you on campus, she took a photo. she would note the details in your outfit, who you hung out with, what drink you were carrying, everything about you.

when you weren’t on campus, she would meet the delivery person at the lobby. she would take your mail, knock on your door and say it happened to be left in her box by accident. anything to talk to you.

when you knocked on her door to give her a coffee one morning, she answered in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. her hair was messy as if she had just woke up, and her hand was beneath her shirt to rub her slim stomach. toned—you could see the speck of abs that peaked out from below.

a blush bloomed on your cheeks. she yawned, rubbing her eye as she looked you up and down. all dressed up cutely. dolled up like it was only for her eyes to see. she admired your makeup and the way your hair fell effortlessly.

“black, just like you like it.” you murmured, handing her the cup.

she took it, fingers brushing against your own. you pulled back like her touch burned you. it didn’t. it ignited you and blossomed into a tight coil in your tummy. you didn’t know this feeling, but it was similar to something you felt when you read those romance books you were obsessed with.

studying literature lead you to fall in love with fantasy over reality. and right now, fantasy was slowly being transformed into reality when she stood in front of you.

ellie rubbed the scar in her eyebrow, “you don’t have to keep bringing me coffee,” she said, her voice gravely from just having woke up. she cleared it by taking a small sip. “is this just an excuse to see me?”

the question caught you off guard, and you opened your mouth to object quickly but she cut you off before you could form a sentence.

“just kiddin’,” she murmured, lips quirking. her eyes met yours and you swallowed thickly, playing with your fingers. she caught the motion almost immediately and noted your nervousness. “got class today?”

you nodded, “mhm,” your lips pursed. “we’re actually going to a see a play downtown.”

“is that why you’re all dressed up?” she asked. you bit your bottom lip and nodded again. you hadn’t really thought you were dressed up. this was just your normal style.

though you did do a bit more makeup than normal and actually attempted to tame your hair with a simple headband. she found it endearing. “what play?” she was full of questions.

ellie wanted to know everything.

“romeo and juliet.” you said, rolling on the balls of your feet. you found it hard to keep eye contact under her gaze. it was like she was analyzing every aspect about you. you had never met anyone like you. wanting to know absolutely everything.

and it caused you to falter. to forget what you wanted to say. to stutter and stammer and blush without meaning to. “a tragedy, huh? ya like those?” ellie took another sip of her coffee and leaned against the door frame, holding the door open with her foot.

“not really,” you whispered, “i prefer romance. not tragedy. i don’t prefer them dying in the end.”

she tilted her head as she listened to your response. “romance, yeah?”

again, her gaze flustered you.

“i should get going,” you quickly tried to change the subject to stop the hammering of your heart against your chest. ellie followed the movements as she stood straight again. she smiled, holding up the coffee. “thanks for the coffee, again.”

you swallowed, “no problem,” but before you could pull yourself to walk away, you felt yourself yearning to continue the conversation. even despite the inability to maintain it with her voice.

“um, ellie?”

she turned towards you again, looking over her shoulder with a quirked eyebrow. “hm?”

“my sink is leaking,” you blurted out through flushed cheeks. “and the landlord said it would take a few weeks for a plumber to come. i was just wondering if you had any issues like that. or if you knew how to fix it. you could tell me and i could—“

she cut you off with a gentle laugh. her lips pursed and she brushed her hair back, “i’ll fix it.” she answered coolly. her tone was nonchalant, but the smile betrayed her exterior.

“you don’t have to—“

ellie shakes her head, “you’ve repaid me enough with coffee. might as well make it worth it.” she tips her chin down to look at you before letting the door fall shut. you hear a distant, “have fun with your play.” before the door clicks shut behind her.

you swore your heart was going to explode.

ellie walked further into her apartment, setting down the coffee on the counter. now that she was out of ear range and eye sight, she could let the blush blossom on her cheek. she reached a hand up and ran it down her face to mask the smile that tugged at her lips.

she tilted her head back. god, you were so cute. so adorable when you were flustered and she couldn’t help but notice the affect her gaze had on you. she found it so cute. it had her wanting to reach out and touch that soft skin of yours.

her eyes fell on the open photo album on her coffee table. she bit her bottom lip, taking a seat on her couch. leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, she examined the printed photos from her camera. all of you. all different angles. different views. different smiles. different outfits. but all you.

her fingers brushed over them as she bit her bottom lip. “fuck,” she murmured, her legs quivering just slightly as she sighed and pressed her hand against her forehead. she was struggling to keep her distance. when she wanted something, she usually just went for it.

but you were so innocent. so naive that she felt wrong if she went too far.

she’d be damned if she didn’t want to feel your body beneath her hands, though. to hear what sounds you’d make when she stretched you out with her fingers. see the way you’d contort and whimper when she didn’t give you what you needed.

she could get off on just the thought, but she wanted the real thing.

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she came over in the late afternoon, a tool bag in her hand. your eyes lowered to where she held it, the veins in her hand shooting up her forearm and disappearing beneath the tattoo. you smiled softly, stepping back and gesturing for her to come inside.

ellie glanced around, “ya really did the place up nice,” she said, heading towards the kitchen. “looks good.” noticing something different when she kept walking, you examined her.

instead of her hair being pulled back in its usual half up bun, it was short. tucked behind her ears and laid against her forehead. you followed her, tip toeing against the tile in your stockings. she bent down, opening the cabinets beneath your sink.

“you cut your hair,” you observed softly. her fingers worked to grab a couple tools before she leaned forward and flipped onto her back. she scooted back beneath the cabinet, “why?”

she shrugged, “it’s summer,” was her short answer. “why? does it not look good?”

“no! i mean— yes!” you replied quickly, cheeks burning at her question. you thought you heard her swear beneath her breath, but all she did was give you a small chuckle. she reached down to grab a tool before her hand disappeared again. “m’ glad you like it, angel.”

the nickname slipped out from her mouth before she could stop it. inwardly, she cursed herself, but when she didn’t hear you question it, she took it as a sign of a small victory.

your palms pressed against the counter as you pushed yourself up to sit on top of it. you watched her work silently. when she lifted her arms, her tank top rode up and you could see the line of her abs. the freckles against her skin, and the shape of her v-line that disappeared beneath her jeans.

you could also see the outline of calvin klein boxers. you felt your pulse jump and you attempted to look anywhere else.

“how was your play?” she finally asked, trying to make small talk. lord knows she wasn’t good at it, but she wanted any excuse to make you talk. she wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours. “any good? or did you cry?”

you swung your feet, “it was good. tragedies are still good plays. i just prefer romance.” you murmured softly, looking down at your thighs.

“a sweet angel like you would.” she chuckled, and you del your ears burn pink. a flush crept up your neck at her words.

the praise in her voice only fueled the coil that was tightening in your tummy. it was trailing lower now.

her arms worked slowly. “got a favorite romance play?”

“wuthering heights.” you answered.

ellie peeked out from beneath the cabinet to glance at you. her lips parted when she saw you were perched on your counter. her heart throbbed and her throat tightened. she worked quicker now. she wanted to stand between those thighs. wanted to feel how soft they really were.

wanted to get between them. god, it made her squirm. she adjusted herself and worked diligently to fix and tighten the lose pipes.

oh the metaphor was almost ironic.

when she finished, she emerged. her eyes fell on you again. “s’all fixed,” she said, standing. you were about to push yourself off the counter when she approached you. setting the tool bag down beside your hips, she glanced at your face.

“s’ not fair,” she whispered finally. her hands came to rest on either side of your body as she leaned closer. the sudden proximity caused your heart to thump in your chest. “you sittin’ all pretty like this makes it hard for me to not act on what i’m thinkin’.”

your eyes widened. you wanted to say something but the words died in your throat. all you could do was breath heavily as your gaze flickered from her green hues to the soft pink swell of her lips. chapped but so kissable. she looked like she tasted sweet.

she stepped closer, body nudging your knees apart. when your thighs opened to her like an invitation, she took it. she stepped between them, the heat so inviting that it was becoming even more intoxicating. ellie sighed, her hands finding their place on your hips.

you looked up at her so trustingly. if you were someone she didn’t know, she’d think it was pathetic. think the way you just opened your legs for her was desperate. but the only thought she could manage was the observation in the way your eyes twinkled. how you glanced up at her like she wasn’t doing something wrong or out of line.

like you had felt the electricity that emitted from her body. the quiet heat that wavered between the two of you. her head dipped down, but she didn’t make any bold moves. god, you were too innocent. you looked like you had never been touched before.

she wanted to question it. had you had sex before? had you been fucked so good that you couldn’t think or remember your name? had you pussy ever been touched and worshipped in the way she would if she had the chance?

had you been with a woman before? a man? the second thought alone was enough to make her hands tighten on the flesh of your hips. no man deserved beauty like this. elegance and warmth. innocence and grace. they’d ruin it before they even got their hands on you.

but ellie? oh ellie would be devoted to you. she’d touch you like you were made of something holy and scared. would make sure every noise you made was of pleasure. would make sure you felt loved and adored as she touched you.

her face came to rest in the crack between your neck and shoulder. her lips brushed against your neck, a shaky exhale leaving her mouth. you tensed, but it wasn’t because you didn’t like what was happening. it was because your mind was running a million miles a minute. she was so close.

but she wasn’t touching you in a way that felt like she was trying to be sexual. it was like she was inhaling you and memorizing the way your skin felt.

her eyes closed and she pressed into you slowly until she felt her warmth seeping into your body. before you had a chance to touch her back, she murmured, “i have work.” and then pulled back.

her eye met yours and they observed you for a moment. the sudden loss of contact was like a jolt and your body couldn’t make out why it was suddenly so hollow. like now that it had gotten a taste of what she felt like pressed up against you, it couldn’t live without it.

she smirked a little, “don’t worry angel,” she said, voice soft and quiet. she brought her hand up to brush her knuckles against your jaw. you shivered.

“this’ just the beginning.”

and then she grabbed her tool bag and disappeared, leaving your thighs trembling without even being touched properly.

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ellie worked at a dive bar downtown. she was a bar tender part time when she didn’t have classes, and worked mainly on the weekends when she could make the most tips.

since that day she fixed the leak under your sink, she hadn’t talked to you. she knew you weren’t deliberately avoiding her. she had made sure of that. she had seen you leaving early in the morning for classes, and arriving late in the evening.

she found out you got a job at a record store near campus. she figured you had just started working. it was a good place. she had been there before. she knew it was a safe area, and besides, it was close enough that you could walk there from your apartment.

close enough that she could see you through the window without you catching her. she found herself lingering around there once her classes ended to see if you had been working. and when you were, you were dressed in a cute little uniform.

a t-shirt with the businesses logo, a pair of tight jeans that loosened at the bottom, and a pair clean black mary jane’s. very good girl vibes. soft and cute. your hair would be pulled back in a pony tail and when you turned around she could see the skin on the back of your neck.

she loved it. she wondered if you liked being kissed there. being touched there.

she’d hold up her camera and take a few photos from across the street, pretending she was just taking photos of the scenery. like she was a tourist in a small town that not many people really payed attention to.

she thought you caught her one day when she saw your eyes flicker towards the glass windows. but then she realized you were just welcoming another customer that had stepped in. a warm smile on your face and she could only imagine the way your voice sounded.

you were infecting her mind. everywhere she went, she thought about you. would you like this kind of coffee? would you wear this if she bought it and gave it to you? did you have a preference for food?

she caught herself doing this more as the months progressed of you living across the hall. the more days you spent there, the more photos she had in her photo album. she had promoted herself to stalker at this point, but she didn’t really mind.

she liked seeing you. liked making sure you were safe.

so it wasn’t odd that she was thinking about you during her shift while cleaning glasses behind the bar. what was odd was when she saw your face. you walked behind the row of people on the stools in front of her. your hand was laced with another girl who was dragging you in the direction of the bathroom.

and fuck. her eyes didn’t deceive her. you were wearing a tight dress. one that hugged and defined your curves. it didn’t look like your type of clothing. it was skimpy and revealing, and despite her liking the skirts you always wore, she adored that you were still modest. she liked the good girl vibe she got from you.

but here you were. where she worked. dressed in a tiny dress that made her hands clench around the cup she was holding.

her eyes tracked you as you disappeared into the bathroom, giggling with the girl you were here with. she wanted to know what was making you laugh. wanted to understand why you had come out here tonight. did you plan on seeing someone?

where you on a date?

her lips pursed and she set down the cup on the counter, filling up another drink that someone had just ordered. she slid across the bar before throwing her towel over her shoulder and slipping out from behind it. she muttered something about needing a break and then found herself walking in the direction where you vanished.

she rounded the corner, her eyes finding your figure in front of the bathroom mirror. you were fixing your hair and makeup, but there was a look in your demeanor that screamed you didn’t particularly volunteer to be here. your friend tugged your arm, “wasn’t that guy cute earlier?” she gushed.

“he bought us drinks and i think he winked at me!” her smile grew brighter. she tugged you again, “we should find someone for you, too, y/n. then we can have like a double date!”

the sentence alone was enough for ellie to intervene. it wasn’t her place to be full of jealousy. you two weren’t dating. well, yet, at least. but she was sure of one thing. she had put a mark on you and albeit invisible, it was still very much there.

but she didn’t step in yet. your words stopped her. she tilted her head, hiding from view as she listened.

you hesitated, “nah, i’m not really into anyone here and besides—“ your words trailed off as your cheeks flushed. “i’m kinda interested in someone already.”

ellie’s lips turned into a smirk. she was confident that you were talking about here. she hadn’t seen you wit anyone else. who else could you be talking about if it wasn’t her? she pushed off and walked back to the bar, deciding to let you find her on your own.

and you did. when you walked back past the bar, you spotted her. she was mixing a drink with a grin on her face. her eyes were locked on a pair of girls that set at the bar, their smile wide.

you felt your heart jump in your chest and you let go of your friend’s hand. “give me a sec,” you said over the music, “i’m going to grab a drink.” she shrugged and let you go.

pattering over to the bar nervously, you took a seat on on of the empty stools. she noticed you immediately. she was waiting on you, after all.

“i didn’t know you worked here.” you said finally when she tuned to face you. her hands came to rest on the bar, leaning against it.

she smiled, “i never thought to mention it. didn’t seem important,” she tilted her head. “why? miss me?”

your cheeks reddened. you had. in the past few weeks where you hadn’t been able to have a proper conversation with her after that day, you found yourself craving what little she gave you. it was addictive. like the high of a drug or like the feeling of alcohol. you found yourself needing it at night.

when you were alone. when the heat between your legs wouldn’t go away.

“no,” you lied out of embarrassment. “i just came because my friend begged me to. she didn’t want to come alone.”

ellie’s tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek as she nodded, “you’re a good friend,” she said, grabbing a new glass. she poured different liquids into it that you didn’t recognize. “i don’t take you for the type of girl to be in a dive bar.”

“i’m not,” you answered quickly which made her chuckle. she slid the glass to you. “i mean, not that this is a bad place, i just—i don’t drink often and i’d rather be at home with a book.” you tried to backtrack.

she hummed, “don’t worry, i understand,” her eyes flickered to yours. “drink. it’ll ease your..” she scanned your face and then down to the curve of your breasts that peaked out of the top of your dress. “tension.”

you swallowed, your fingers shakily wrapping around the glass before bringing it to your lips. you took the liquid into your mouth and it coated your tongue in a weird fruity flavor. swallowing the sting, you scrunched your nose and set it back down.

ellie stifled a laugh.

“definitely not much of a drinker,” she observed, taking the glass back. “don’t worry, angel, i’ll give you something different.” she filled the glass with coke and handed it back to you. “wouldn’t want you getting drunk anyway.”

her words made your skin tingle. your cheeks were already pink from embarrassment, and you didn’t like your odds suddenly mixed with alcohol.

ellie reaches over and takes the glass back before pouring out the liquid. she gives you something different, something that isn’t as strong. after all, she doesn’t want you getting drunk. regardless if she’s working right now, she didn’t want to have to keep thinking about some random’s hands on you.

she slides it back to you. “your friend gunna be okay without you for a while?” she asks.

“she’s probably going to go home with that guy over there,” you point towards an older gentleman. the one who had ordered the two of you drinks earlier. he was nice, friendly even. offered a friend for you also, but you declined. “and then i’ll leave after that.”

your lips wrap around the straw poking out of your drink and ellie observes it. she swallows the lump in her throat. she nods, “then mind keeping me company till my shifts over, angel?” she uses the nickname almost like a form of manipulation. it perks your ears up and you can’t deny the warm fuzzy feeling that crawls up your neck.

“i get off in an hour anyway,” she smiles, “i could take you home. if that’s okay.”

you nod without thinking. anything to be near her. anything to hear her voice.

ellie takes another clean glass from under the counter and begins mixing drinks, “good,” she hums under her breath. “just sit there and look pretty for me, then.”

then she gets back to work. you watch her intently. in the way she moves and how her muscles flex on her back when she reaches up for something on the top shelf. how her lips pull back when she smiles and how her fingers work methodically on the tops of the liquor bottles. she doesn’t flirt, not in the way she does with you.

but she smiles when she greets other women at the bar. she’ll call them gorgeous or darling. at first you only noticed it when she was trying to be nice, but jealousy slowly forms in your stomach. you nibble on your straw, eyes following her dramatically as she works.

she notices. of course she does, and maybe she’s doing it on purpose. maybe she wants to see your reaction. maybe she wants to know if she has much of an affect on you as you do to her. gliding back in your direction, her rag rubs down the counter.

“having fun watching me work, angel?” she purrs, her eyes warm as they flicker over your face. she takes your empty glass and fills it again before sliding it back to you. “or am i boring you?”

you don’t answer her questions. instead, you puff out your cheeks in faux annoyance. “do you always flirt with the girls you serve?” you question, not looking at her.

ellie feels her heart thump against her chest as it tightens. she can’t help a small laugh that leaves her mouth. she tilts her head, “don’t tell me you’re jealous.” she says slowly. but when you don’t look at her, she purses her lips.

she reaches a hand forward and cups the bottom of your jaw, turning your head in her direction against your will. your eyes meet her’s—a dark green color. they’re darker than you remember. almost like they change colors depending on her mood. and color; it seemed possessive.

“don’t worry, angel. m’ all yours,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing against your bottom lip. your cheeks heat up, but you don’t move away. the reassurance rings in your ears and when ellie sees the way you’re staring at her now, she feels prideful. “just a bit longer, s’okay?”

you nod, and her thumb tugs your bottom lip before she pulls away and begins working again. but not without a lingering glance with a smirk that makes your core coil tightly. your thighs press together on the stool and you’re suddenly aware of how your dress is sticking to your body.

she works methodically. instead of focusing on the growing need in your tummy, you chew on your straw and sip your drink slowly. when her shift’s over, she throws her towel over her shoulder and walks out from behind the bar. her hand rests on the small of your back, beckoning you off of the stool.

you follow her unspoken orders diligently and she takes your hand in her’s. she tugs you along, numerous workers nodding goodbye and waving her out. you follow close, pressed against her like she was leading you to a vip section that only you had access to.

it was erotic in your mind. to think of her hand in yours and the way she led you like she owned the way you walked. ellie took you outside, your heels clicking on the sidewalk to match her pace. she opened the door to her car, slipping you inside before shutting it behind you.

in her passenger seat, you could smell the scent of weed and black ice from her car freshener. she slid into the driver side beside you, starting the engine and letting her hand to come rest on the swell of your thigh. her thumb brushed against your skin, “you okay, angel?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

one hand rests on the steering wheel once the starts driving and all you can muster is a head nod. your voice is gone now. even if you wanted to speak, it would only come out incoherent and needy. so you kept your lips pressed tightly together and instead focused on the way her hand felt against your skin.

her lips brushing your neck was all you could replay in your mind. now that you had a taste of it, you imagined it anytime she was near.

the ride home wasn’t long. downtown was only a fifteen minute drive, but it felt achingly longer than that. ellie kept her palm you, rubbing quiet circles like she was trying to ground herself in the feel of your skin against her own.

she licked her lips, helping you out. her hand held yours, and rested against your hip as you stepped out. she was standing in front of you now and it took every ounce of self restraint to not kiss her senseless.

she stared down at your face, smirking. “you look like you’re thinking too hard,” she noted before leaning closer. her lips brushed against your ear, “do you need me to ease those thoughts, angel?”

“make them disappear?”

her words made you tingle and you nodded. it surprised her. the fact that you were giving in so willingly. maybe you weren’t as naive as she thought. you sure were innocent, though. so soft and pliant for her. like a pillow princess. she like that kind.

the kind that laid back and took whatever she gave them. her stomach churned and she took your hand in her own, pulling you to her apartment. she was tired of beating around the bush.

unlocking the door, she gestured for you to take a step in. tattered posters on the wall, smoke lingering from the blunt she had lit earlier, and clothes tossed on furniture as if she had taken them off in a rush. her hand guided you by the behind forward.

you glanced around, taking in the space. good thing she had put those photos away before she left. god knows what you would have thought if you saw them.

“can you be good for me?” she asked suddenly, catching your attention. you turned your head to look up at her face and nodded. she smiled, “good girl. take your clothes off.”

your cheeks flushed, but you did what she asked. her instructions made your mind quiet. your fingers fumbled with the straps of your dress as you tugged it down your shoulders, letting the fabric glide down your hips and pool at your feet. ellie’s breath hitched. matching bra and panties.

she smirked, “just for me?” she joked lightly, but when you nodded again, she wanted to believe you were telling the truth. it turned her on even more. thinking you put these on with the intention of her seeing them.

“lay down, i’ll be right back.”

back hitting the couch, you sunk down into the cushions as you waited. when she waltzed back out, she had stripped herself, and the click of a belt filled your ears. she rubbed the silicon with her hand, pumping it as if it were real.

her eyes settled on you, “such a pretty angel,” she murmured, “all spread out for me. can’t wait to taste this pretty pussy.” her hand brushed against your underwear, sliding two fingers over the fabric.

your breath hitched, back arching off the couch. ellie huffed, nose flaring as she watched you. you reached so beautifully to her touch. she hooked one finger on the side of your thong, tugging it to the side. you were already glistening. she slid her finger down your cunt, tracing your slit.

“so wet,” she whispered hoarsely. “such a pretty cunt. gunna fuck you so good.”

you whined, biting your bottom lip as your fingers dug into the cushions. “ellie.”

her name on your lips was like a taste of heaven in itself. she relished in it. she wanted to hear you whine it over and over again until it was the only name in your vocabulary. she leaned down, kissing you for the first time.

your lips were soft like she had imagined. her hand tipped your jaw, slanting your lips to meet hers better. when you groaned into her mouth and parted them for her, she slipped her tongue inside, tasting you gingerly. she smiled to herself.

her lips trailed from your mouth and down your jaw, moving her thumb to circle your clit. “oh, oh god—“ you whined, squeezing your eyes shut. “fuck.”

“good girl,” she murmured against your skin before her teeth began to drag over your bra. with her free hand, she slapped your hip. “up.” she instructed and you did as she told you. unhooking your bra in a smooth motion, she tossed it elsewhere.

and there they were. the perfect tits all for her disposal. she smirked, “look at that,” her eyes met yours, searching for the need behind your hues. “look at em’. perfect fucking tits.” her lips came down faster than you could imagine.

she wrapped around one of your nipples as she teased your clit, sucking and nipping roughly. she bit down and tugged, earning a broken cry and fingers in her hair. she loved this feeling. it made the ache between her own legs worse.

she peppered kisses against your tits, leaving hickeys behind as evidence. something to remind you of her when you were alone in your apartment and in need of release. ellie pulled back, circling your entrance.

“i-i need it,” you whined desperately, “please..”

oh how you begged. like a good fucking slut. she liked that so much. her free hand came up to tip your head back, “yeah? you need it? need me?” she asked and you nodded under her grasp.

“oh angel,” she hummed, “you’re getting it.”

then she shoved two fingers inside without warning. you cried out, back arching. she pumped them relentlessly, not wanting to start slow. she wanted to stretch you out. wanted to feel the way you clenched around her and how tight this pussy was. she bit her bottom lip as she grunted, the warm slickness coating her fingers.

she moaned softly, “fuck you feel so good, baby,” her eyes closed. “so fucking good for me. can’t wait to make you take this dick.” you whimpered in response, the thoughts in your mind completely vanishing. all that replaced was pleasure.

pleasure from how she was using your body. pleasure from the way she spoke so dirty to you. pleasure in how your inside twisted and throbbed around her skin. pleasure in the way your core coiled and legs shook. it was too much.

much more than you had ever experienced before. much more needy.

much more obsessive.

like you had been deprived of her and now you were suddenly full.

yet the ache was still there.

“gunna make it to where you can’t walk,” she grunted, pulling her fingers out. she spit on your pussy and rubbed it in. without warning, she shoved the silicon duck inside, hips snapping. both of her hands came to gather the back of your thighs, pushing your legs forward.

she fucked into, hips rutting.

“ellie!” you shouted, grabbing at her hands that held your thighs. your knees came to your chest, and she glanced down at your flushed face. the pleasure in your eyes and the moans that felt from you mouth was something she didn’t realize how much she needed.

and now that she had it, she didn’t know if she’d be able to live without it. as she kept fucking into your pussy, she leaned forward and placed kisses against your thighs. she nipped, sucking and leaving red marks against the skin as if to ease the sting in each snap.

the head of the silicon bumped against that sore spot inside of your pussy, causing you to clench. you whined, head lulling back as adrenaline coursed through your veins. “m-mm.. i’m so—“ you choked out, tears forming in your thighs.

ellie shook her head.

“nah, not yet,” she said, suddenly pulling out. her hands found your hips, “turn over. put your ass up.” she instructed.

lazily, your body found the strength to follow her orders and shortly you were on your knees with your ass in the air. “dripping.” she murmured, slapping the skin. she cupped it in her hand before shaking it. “such a pretty angel.”

she lined herself up behind you and grabbed a fistful of your hair. then she pounded into you from behind. she pulled your hair, making it to where you couldn’t be quiet even if you wanted to. making it to where you had no choice but to whimper and whine. you couldn’t even bury your face in order to muffle those crude sounds you made.

she liked it. no, she loved it. loved how loud you were. loved how obedient you were and loved how well you took her.

“you take me so good, baby,” she praised you, slapping your ass again. hard enough to leave a red handprint. she smirked, “you come when i tell you to, yeah?”

when you didn’t respond, she tugged on your hair and pushed in deeper. “yeah?” she murmured again.

you nodded relentlessly.

“y-yes—ellie! oh fuck!”

ellie sighed, her eyes shutting as her hips moved desperately. aching to feel the way your walls clenched and fluttered around her strap. god she wished she could feel it.

she let go of your hair, leaning forward until her hand snaked around to the front of your neck. she let her fingers wander until they parted your lips and she pressed two into your mouth. she felt the way you immediately began to suck and she felt like that was her undoing.

you pushed back against the strap. she loved how needy you were. “shit, baby,” she huffed, so close already. “fuck—oh fuck.”

“ellie—“ again, her name. you said it over and over again like a secret prayer. she leaned back and grabbed your hips, letting her hips slap against your ass. “good girl, come for me baby.” she whispered.

you didn’t need to be told twice. your high came crashing down as you came around the silicon strap. hot and sticky. ellie watched the liquid coat the purple dick, and an intense wave washed over her body. she let her head fall back as she pulled out, her breathing rapid.

“fuck,” she muttered, wiping her forehead. her eyes fell on your back side for a moment. then, she took two fingers and cleaned you up gingerly. she lifted them to her mouth, licking away the salty sweetness.

“you taste good. like heaven.”

you couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your face as you looked at her from over your shoulder. “yeah? like an angel?” you questioned breathlessly.

ellie chuckled, nodding. she eased you onto your back before leaning down and pressing warm kisses to your neck.

“yeah, baby. like an angel.”

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scandalcus

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 — ♡ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒

PAIRING — ellie williams x afab!reader SUMMARY — tattoo artist! ellie gives you a thigh tattoo CONTENT WARNINGS — smut, stone top!ellie, sub!reader, shy reader, enthusiastic consent, fingering, face riding, oral sex, etc. WORD COUNT — 1.7k A/N — hello sorry for not posting any fics for like a week i've had zero motivation to write and barely any to make this so i apologize if its bland and rushed. also, i made a spotify playlist dedicated to ellie if u wanna listen ❤️

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 18+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

claireunoia

DOMINANT RUE WITH A STRAP AGAIN WE ARE BEGGING YOU MA'AM, THERE ARE PEOPLE CRYING OVER THIS 😩💀

y’all are so feral for rue with a strap on

and guess what boo, i am too HELLO

the tantalizing sounds of skin slapping echoing around the room was underestimating the word loud. rue sat on a spinning chair you had in your room, legs spread wide apart with you in between them bouncing on her like a bunny.

rue had nothing on besides a oversized rock t-shirt and a long strap-on strapped tight around her hips which was currently deep inside of your quivering walls. a joint lit and placed between her pursing lips, smoking while she let’s you ride her like a madwoman.

there you go, with nothing on. completely exposed as you rode your girlfriend’s fake cock like it was your life purpose. little hands gripping at rue’s shoulders tightly, your supple breasts bouncing erratically on your chest the more faster you went on the dildo.

rue fingers then went up to grab at the joint, removing it from her slightly chapped lips. a cloud of gloomy smoke entering your senses and vision as she breathed it out, her brown buzzed out eyes shot up to yours and your fucked out features. a lazy chuckle emitting from her throat at the sight of you getting off on the fake cock.

“how does it feel?” her words were slightly slurred as she felt like she was experiencing the heavy utopian feeling of euphoria, high as the fucking sky while fucking her pretty little girlfriend all at the same time. your response was a string of soft curses with familiar whines and mewls ringing the air, so unable to contain the sounds as you chased after your awaiting high.

“it- feels so good, rue…”

“i bet it does, fuckin’ riding me like the dick is gonna run away or some shit”

dollyhao

store owner!ellie williams

tw: smut, doggy, squirting, strap in use (r!recieving)

toni's note: i aint wrote smut in a MINUTE so... but i think i ate. edit; i wrote this at 7 in the morning don’t take this too seriously (because some of you already have 🙄) inspired by @merakidoll store owner!ony she ate fr.

ellie watches you as you walk-in to her little corner store in a cute mini skirt and a thin button up shirt that was you tits hanging out the top, hand in hand with your friend dina with jesse trailing behind you two. ellie watches as you walk over to the alcohol giggling, as she sips on an arizona. you walk over to the counter “hey els” you say in a tone yk she loves, “i missed you a lot. anyways.. me and my friends need some liquor for a party we’re going to” you pout leaning over the counter. “then buy it sweet girl” ellie leans forward with a smirk. “ can you just give it to me plsss” you reach and grab the nape of her neck pulling her closer. “what you gonna do for it?” ellie whispers suggestively.

“mmh.. ellie slow down” you moan out reaching back grabbing on to ellie’s hoodie. ellie gave your friends the liquor and you told them to wait for you in the car and that you would be quick. and now ellie’s strapping you down (because why wouldn’t she just have it tucked in her pants) “uh-uh take this shit,” shes giving you deep and fast strokes getting off on the friction of the strap, “ work for the liquor baby” ellie pulled your tits out your shirt pinching on ya nipples. your drooling on the counter, ellie biting all on ya neck. she rubs you clit in quick motions making you clench hard. “els im gonna cum.” “go head. cum on my dick princess.” you moan out squirting on the floor. ellie gives you second before pulling out getting a baby wipe from behind the counter cleaning yall up. “look what you did to my floor.” she says grabbing you by ya neck kissing you on ya lips.

vahnilla

yup thats all

grrrdino

BACK 2 BACK.

.ᐟ.ᐟ pairing: tennis player!ellie x ex-tennis player!reader — challengers movie theme.

.ᐟ.ᐟ summary: fifteen years of career, eight of marriage, a beautiful son. money, trophies, and recognition. the top of the world in her hands. ellie had achieved it all, but for her, having you was the greatest win. so what seemed like a solid end about to come with dignity, to you was only seeing failure in her; the frustration in you. ‘cause now, how far would you go to become a challenger in your own marriage?

.ᐟ.ᐟ warnings: masc/ellie x fem/reader. (kinda loser ellie tbh) mentions of fights, cursing, manipulation from both sides. clearly toxic relationship. failed athlete, feelings like anxiety and anger. nsfw. fingering, oral sex. explicit lenguage. sexual tension. reader is mean MEAN! MDNI. +18.

wc; 3.5k

12:45pm;

november 18, 2009

your legs stretched out in the stands, the sun shining directly on your head, filtered through the umbrella a young man held for you, by your side. the small stadium was packed, and from your front row you could even see ellie's shoes slipping as she made one mistake after another. and another.

at the beginning of the set you were busy counting the points, noting in your small notebook the changes in play you observed in the opponent, your hands rose when ellie made a point and the crowd applauded as if they were seeing a miracle in person; because that's what they believed.

but not you. you knew it when you saw her arms droop as if someone had suddenly placed a ten-kilo weight on each hand, running from one side to the other as if the floor were mocking her, and suddenly she wasn't ellie williams anymore. the player for whom probably everyone paid a ticket to the event to see her play, wearing the clothes of the brands she had a deal with, the ones who paid rent month after month at the most expensive hotels. she wasn't the ellie who posed with her racket in the most-watched commercials on television in the afternoons anymore, she wasn’t even trying.

it started to get ridiculous. the sun began to sting your skin, even though it was barely there; your jaw was a closed box of steel, and your expression was being recorded by the media and reporters on the other side. the commentators were surely making the moment their fun later.

people began to fall silent, sipping on their aperol, lowering their gazes as if they felt sorry for ellie. you didn’t feel sorry, it was worst than that. you felt it in your nerves.

when the match was about to end, ellie's opponent had completely crushed her. it wasn't even something equal. or something where you could say, "oh, you know. she did her best." no, it was embarrassing.

the worst part? eliza thorne. she was laughing at ellie when the timer ran out, gesturing to one of the cameras to her right; she had triumphed. damn, she had beaten ellie. fucking. williams, the world champion.

everyone applauded as if they clearly hadn't been there to witness such a loss of dignity from the favorite. the noise in the arena began, clearing everything out. and with this, it was the third match that ellie lost that week in the tournament.

by the time you got up from the bleachers, you could already feel ellie's gaze on you, the half-broken racket in her hand because minutes before she'd smashed it against the ground as if that would do anything other than make her the joke of everyone the next day in the papers. you didn't turn to look at her, but you knew the kind of look she'd have, the same as always, as if she wanted to crawl up to you and beg for forgiveness.

you didn’t care.

when you could see her, it was when the tunnel to the changing rooms welcomed you, the tips of your heels sharpening the floor, entering the red door where ellie remained locked up; when you entered you saw her, holding her head with both hands, legs against her chest in a fetal position; pathetic.

As soon as she saw you she jumped off the bench, her hair in the short mullet soaking wet, greenish eyes reddened, tired.

“babe— forgive me.” was the first thing she said, her hands in the air as if she wanted to join her palms and pray to some deity.

“save it. it’s late already, i wanna go back.”

you interrupted her without thinking, you didn't even look at her. not even when she carried her suitcase on her shoulder like a defeated puppy, forcing smiles at the people who stopped and asked for photos, autographs, even those who just wanted to see her. ellie wasn't one to fake it either. you left with her, rejecting any kind of exclusive or interview. and the van took you straight to the hotel.

of course you felt her fingers trying to brush against yours on the back seat, her wedding ring against yours signifying heaven to her. your gaze out the window, watching the streets full of tourists; just like the two of you. ellie dried her face with a towel, filled up on electrolytes to kick-start her system, but even that wasn't enough. she knew she was screwed for the rest of the day.

when you placed both bare feet on the suite's carpet, throwing your heels into the entrance, the little boy with brown curls ran towards you, and behind him, his nanny.

“oh my lord. who’s this handsome boy?”

you said, lifting the child into your arms. a little boy of six, snuggled up to you, named JJ; barefoot and covered in candy. "mommy, i missed you."

“me too, my heart.” you hugged him close. ellie came in after you, talking to the nanny, knowing things were too delicate to make any wrong moves right now. “did you take a bath?” you asked, walking down the long hallway toward the bedrooms with JJ in your arms. out of the corner of your eye, you noticed ellie again, staring at you as if she wanted to crush you with her gaze.

by nine o'clock at night, you'd spent almost the entire day deliberately ignoring ellie. you didn't speak to her unless it was absolutely necessary. ellie spent the whole afternoon with her coaches talking about who-knows-what, and you didn't even want to know, honestly.

you only knew she'd came back to the room when she poured herself a liter of protein straight into her system; punishing herself. she sat for hours in the living room, sprawled out, watching the sports channels criticizing her performance that afternoon.

two men in suits sat at a table, with images of the game on one side. the image divided. one of them remarked how "ellie isn't the same as before; not even the same as she was six months ago." the other replied, almost laughing, "she hasn't performed the same way for years, and yet they still bet on her."

ellie, her throat tight, her eyes blazing, her hand clutching a light beer; because, what did it matter anymore? she wasn't interested in her damn diet anymore. where had all this led her?

and you heard it; of course you did. you were watching it on the tv in the bedroom; at one point the commentators even showed images of you. you knew it, the moment it broke you to see ellie miss the second serve like a stranger. — “and ellie’s wife. her agent. what do you do in those moments?” one of them gossiped. “completely mediocre. and that's not even mentioning how good she was as a rookie before her accident.”

your accident. your story. how could they…?

“JJ is already with your mother in the room downstairs.” ellie’s voice filled the silence of an entire day, entering the bedroom measuring her movements; she searched in the drawers of her perfectly organized clothes, even though you were only in the hotel for a few weeks, for a white t-shirt.

your mother had come as always to help both of you take care of the child, offering all the help possible, as if it had been a teenage pregnancy six years ago. as if it hadn't been the most planned, carefully considered and meticulously cared-for pregnancy in history.

you looked up immediately, sitting on the bed and turning off the television. “why didn’t you give them a room here? there’s plenty of space.” your voice was so painfully rude on purpose.

but ellie didn't flinch. it was as if she knew you like the back of her hand, as if putting up with your rudeness was a delight for her. "your mom said something about the downstairs rooms having access to the pool, and JJ wants to swim," ellie said, shrugging it off, and as if by magic, drawing courage into her chest. "and because i wanted to talk to you." finally, she turned to face you.

you analyzed her, as if offended by the fact that she'd dared to confront you. your gaze traveled down her arms; the veins bulged, each muscle perfectly toned, her shoulders lightly tanned, that black adidas sports bra pressed against her chest, her elastic shorts, and her defined abs. there were scars from all the physical therapy sessions ellie underwent week after week. painful.

your gaze rose again, fluttering your eyelashes toward her, rolling your eyes, dismissing her needs. “i’m tired,” you said, as if the topic of the match had vanished from your memory.

and ellie took a step forward, her shadow directly blocking yours. "i want to talk to my wife for once."

and you fell silent, your back against the wooden headboard, and looked at her once more; and intentionally or not, you adopted an attitude as if you were superior to her; waiting for whatever she might have to say. “go ahead then. light up my night, ellie.”

“… i know what happened a few hours ago. i’m not stupid. i know i undid months of training and sacrifice for us in half an hour of that match,” ellie said, trying to express what she couldn’t with her straight, gesticulating hands.

“and you probably think i did it on purpose, that i want to ruin your reputation or so.”

a pause. unwittingly, her eyes softened intentionally.

“but it’s my body. it’s my sorrow. i can’t—i can’t anymore. my body doesn’t respond like it did when we were twenty, i just can’t…” she repeated a second time, searching your gaze for a glimmer of mercy, still maintaining her strength. “i feel the weight on my shoulders. And i want to retire. i— that’s it. that’s what i want. i want to retire with dignity.”

pure silence.

“what do you want me to say?” you said, shrugging your shoulders. "do you want me to say yes? that i agree with that?"

ellie seemed almost to break. almost.

“i want—god. i want my wife’s fucking support. i want her to tell me it’s okay to hang my head after all these years,” ellie said, annoyed, but not as much as she seemed desperate.

“it’s a shame. i think you’re a shame. we’ve been planning this tournament for years and now you come here crying like a baby, defeated like you’re eighteen again and you’ve lost your initiation.

…but wake up, ellie, i’m not going to play the role you expect. i think you’re a waste.” you said, it was like dropping a bomb in the middle of you all, your temper like iron, your resolve unwavering.

this time there was no silence, only an immediate response. “damn it, i’ve given you everything! i’ve been everything you’ve wanted, we’ve come this far after so many years… after so much,” ellie said, now truly defeated. “i’ve been—i’ve been what you could never be. and don’t take me wrong, i fulfilled the dream for both of us, and i’m not complaining, you know that.”

her knees buckled at the edge of the mattress, her eyes red, as if her body were speaking for her, crawling towards you like a doll.

“i’ve given you my whole soul, and i would do it a thousand times over and over, but baby— please…”

your throat burned, it chilled you to the bone. because for you, this shouldn't end like this, not like this. even though you knew that ellie had decided to walk for both of you.

“if you…” your voice faltered, you felt vulnerable. exposed. “if you retire, i want the divorce.”

the disbelie on ellie's face was almost a picture. her lower lip trembled, and she finished crawling towards you—a sob escaped her throat, her lips meeting the scar on your knee, the one that marked both of your lives, even now.

another sob from her, and your hand went to caress ellie's head, her hair that under that light seemed reddish as under the sun, tender, you even bent down a little to give her a kiss on the corner of her forehead.

a few minutes passed like this, ellie like a little girl in your lap, until her tears finally stopped, her gaze as if she were understanding her position in the situation. everything was uncertain; she didn't know what would happen an hour later. but ellie would do anything to keep you with her, at least for those moments, even if they were the last.

ellie slipped between your legs, kissing your skin with purpose, her hands lifting your dress above your waist. “i want to take care of you tonight,” she whispered. “ i want to— to make love to you, at least give me that.”

it surprised you at first; your hand was still on her head, your words were broken, and your skin tingled at her kisses. “ellie…” you whispered, unable to deny that the way she was kneeling before you triggered a twisted thought of desiring her in that situation, on the edge of your relationship.

“i wanna be good to you. wanna fuck my wife properly. my wife.” ellie said in a whispered voice close to your skin, followed by her nose against your panties, closing her eyes, waiting for you.

and yes, all of this was wrong, you knew it when you couldn't help but nod your head and the heat emanated from within your legs. ellie acted quickly, removing your satin dress, as if it had something to do with the whole situation; but the truth is, she wanted to see you completely naked.

ellie didn't wait, she knelt before you, her eyes resting on yours. "show me, babe," she whispered, pulling down your panties without hesitation, her gaze immediately settling on your cunt.

you were speechless when ellie's lips kissed the outside of you, the tip of her nose gently tracing up and down your slit, opening you wider. your moans were immediate, your legs opening wider towards her. "look at me—don't stop looking at me," she said.

her lips parted and circled your clit, pulling and licking it. you swore your vision blurred even at the beginning. “shit—” you stuttered, your belly rising and falling with your ragged, shaky breath.

her face buried itself in your cunt, and your back arched reverently, releasing stifled moans as your chest rose and fell. her chin rubbed against your hole; it was like a woman going completely wild, using the power of her hands to quickly rub your clit, looking at you. one of her hands moved up to your tits, and with how frantically she was touching you, it wouldn't be long before you had your own peak.

“ellie!” you whimpered, your cunt making those dirty sounds because of the rhythm ellie was taking with you; you were so wet that her hand slid down your mound like a waterfall, and before you knew it, pleasure made your legs go numb, letting out a louder moan, closing your eyes, squeezing her hair tightly.

“there— shit. look at that needy clit throbbing for me.” ellie said, slowing her hand over you, pulling back slightly, her other hand, which she had on your peaky nips, using it to give you little pats there, using you. you swore you wanted to come right there again.

you closed your legs, opened your eyes—weakly. but you knew it wasn't over when ellie lay down beside you, on her side, almost on top of you. her face was wet with your juices.

and you watched her, your eyes locked, your thumb moving to her chin, caressing it with your own being. and ellie stole a kiss; not a soft, uncomprehending one. it was passionate, her tongue demanding a claim inside your mouth immediately, devouring you completely, even the hand that was closest closed around your jaw, forcing you to only kiss her.

you gasped against her mouth, your head thrown back by ellie's strength; but you involuntarily broke the kiss when ellie's fingers slipped between your legs again, this time more insistently. "shh," ellie said, closing her eyes, her lips against your cheek, whispering to you. "do you want me to fill you up?" she murmured against your skin, as if it were a secret between you. "to enter you and make you completely mine, mmh?"

the air was taken from your lungs, stolen. “i am yours,” you replied, as if you were now kneeling before her, letting her win.

you felt ellie's smile form slightly. "you know what i mean, baby," she whispered again, her fingers taking the opportunity to caress your entire mound. "i want to feel you tight around me. then leave you soft and open. it's been a while, hasn't it?" she said, her fingertips dangerously circling your needy entrance. and you gasped. how could you not?

everything else can wait when you have your wife like this. you'd be crazy not to surrender at her feet, because after all, you adored her.

you nodded slightly; and it was as if ellie was acting out of necessity rather than request. there was no foreplay to save you from her slender fingers sliding into your heat uninterrupted, and you complained—moaning against her. ellie nodded, pulling her head back to look at you again. “lift your leg up to your chest,” she whispered again. and so you did, holding your leg up yourself, dirty, exposed.

you didn't care. by the time two fingers were fully inside, curling like hooks, ellie began to move them.

“like that, mama. so fucking wet.” she spoke between kisses she scattered across your chin and neck, her hand moving reverently between your legs; the sound was unlike any other, you clung to her arm, the veins in it pumping like when she trained in the mornings against the racket over and over again.

“i can’t— ellie…” you stammered, small tears falling from your eyes, ellie’s knuckles were hitting against your entrance, she was completely buried in you, your wetness sliding down her wrist.

“i know baby. this pussy swallowing and milking my fingers so fucking good.” she whispered against your lips, her hand moving impossibly faster, hitting your walls in a familiar way, as if she knew exactly what to do to steal your breath. “come. i’m here. i’m not going to let you go.”

the sensitivity between your legs couldn't take it—a short circuit of thoughts and you let out a moan that would surely echo throughout the hotel, moving your hips in sync with hers, fragile—completely broken. ellie helped you stay in the moment, her fingers going in and out of you, caressing your slit and going back in, whispering words you didn't even fully understand.

words weren't needed; her hand roamed your body as if it were her temple, and you her god brought down from heaven. her eyes gazed at you with the same tenderness as always; she didn't want to play games with you anymore.

you were both adults now, perhaps acting like a pair of children still.

“would you hold me til’ i pass asleep?”

ellie whispered close to you, her eyes softened—never rough to you—your hand still on her arm, and with a small nod you agreed, pulling the covers over you. she quickly turned off the bedside lamp; and when the moment was right, you covered her back with your chest. she took your hand, pulling it towards her, kissing the back of it. “i love you,” she whispered.

by the time the hours had passed, ellie was no longer by your side. the bedside clock that had woken you minutes before was ticking away, displaying "5:40 a.m." ellie's side of the bed was cold, the bathroom light on. and only then did you realize she had gotten up to go train earlier than anyone. because not only couldn't she afford to fail, she wanted you to see her win like old times. she wanted to make you happy, to pamper you and your son endlessly.

call it what you want, but ellie had no direction without you; the rudder of her ship led her to the most terrible storms inside her head; there was no future without you, and she would keep playing until her legs no longer responded, or until you said so.

and you were sure of it, because despite the love you had for her, if you accepted that ellie was already in her final years of splendor, you would take the most convenient route, and that would only be one where she ceased to be a part of your life. failure couldn't belong to you. not again.

no matter who or what you had to let go of.

alexa, play the soundtrack of challengers in apple music. (cause i wrote this with the intention that you would hear it too tehee 😽)

likes, comments and reblogs are truly appreciated, really really REALLY!!!!! thank you for reading. <3

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ just one more?

“please, pleasepleasepleaseplease-“ ellie whined desperately against the soft skin of your thigh, each plea that left her lips spoken like her own personal prayer.

her lips kissed along the already spit coated skin, shiny and swollen, as she gazed up at you pleadingly, rendering you nearly unable to think.

“ellie, we can’t.” you said shakily, voice so uncertain it was basically asking to be proven wrong. “we have work tomorrow and you’ve literally already made me come, like, thrice-“

“just one more, please? babe, please, i promiseeee.”

“ellie-“

“please, please. i promise i’ll make you feel so good.”

the view of ellie was so perfect you wished you could take a picture, engrave it in your eyelids, save it somehow and tuck it away in some corner of your brain to keep forever.

there she was; brows knit and swollen lipped, eyes gazing up at you with inexplicable need as she clung to your thigh like it was her only lifeline.

you’d have to be some sort of monster to say no.

a small whisper of “just one more.” falling from your lips was all the invitation she needed before she was back on you, lapping you up like a woman starved.

you threw your head back at the sudden contact, letting her groan into your cunt, “mmh-ffuckkk,”

your hands found purchase in her hair as your fingers wove themselves through those short, auburn locks, already thoroughly mused from your prior ministrations.

“god—fuck, ellie.” is all you can get out before your brain shuts down. suddenly all you can focus on, all that matters, is the feeling of ellie’s tongue fucking you stupid.

“goddamn,” she cursed into you, voice muffled by your cunt, never once pulling away to speak, to breathe. “why d’you always taste so fucking good?”

she emphasized the last two words with two deep thrusts into you, somehow leaving you even more wrecked than you were just a moment ago.

sure, the view from up there was great, no doubt about it. but the view from down here ellie was? fucking unrivaled.

this was one of the best parts of eating you out—in her humble opinion; watching the way you tossed your head back, your hand on her head grasping desperately at something—anything—to cling onto while you lost yourself entirely.

and your face? god, your face. so obviously lost in pleasure, in her.

fuck if she didn’t feel the exact same way.

this? right here? this was exactly where she wanted to be.

the coil in your stomach was beyond beginning to tighten when you felt ellie’s grip on your thigh do the same. her pace was relentless as you babbled out a warning. “el-els-?”

“mmh, i know, baby, i know.” she hummed into you, little vibrations only serving to push you further to the edge. “hey, hey, look at me? yeah, mhm.”

you looked like you were barely there as you peered down at her, eyes glassy from the constant waves of pleasure ramming into you.

she held your gaze as she mumbled into your cunt.

“be a good girl and come for me, yeah?”

a pathetic little nod is all you can manage before you lose yourself completely.

your eyes rolled back, back arching as you moaned into the air, uncontrolled and unrestricted, vision going white as you reached your peak.

ellie just groaned into your pussy, arms working overtime to hold your legs open, as she fucked you through your high.

whispering sweet little “mm, that’s it, baby”s and muddled strings of “thankyouthankyouthankyou-“s you’re just too fucked out to hear.

she continues despite, and only stops when you mange to peel her off, letting one shaky hand comb through her tousled hair, gently coaxing her out of her daze.

you’re left panting and breathless as you lean back on your sheets, sweet and sensitive from your now waning orgasm, as ellie watched from below.

she rests her head against your thigh once more, eyes never once leaving you, as she watched the steady rise and fall of your chest, patiently waiting for your breathing to even out.

you’re already shifting off the blankets to tuck yourself underneath when you realize her grip on your leg hasn’t loosened.

not even a little bit.

“ellie, let go.” you whine out the order.

to your horror, and unbelievable delight, she bit her lip and looked right up at you, hunger in her eyes restored as the familiar poles left her lips. “just one more?”

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sneaking around with mean, dbf!ellie 𑣲

“god, you’re such a slut- bet you love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” she grunts beside your ear, her free hand coming up to tug on your hair, forcing you to look in the mirror above the sink. her other hand is between your thighs, fingers rapidly moving in and out of your cunt, curling them in a way that makes your head spin.

a moan nearly spills from your lips, and ellie notices, her hand moving from your hair to your mouth, palm pressed against your lips to prevent you from making any noise. this makes your eyes flutter shut with pleasure, hips rocking against her.

ellie bites her cheek and shakes her head in disbelief at how pathetic you look, but speeds up her movements, unable to take her eyes off of your reflection in the mirror. that is until a knock on the door interrupts you and both of you completely freeze. immediately your eyes snap open with panic, your whole body rigid and still, hands grasping onto the countertop, fingers glued to the marble.

your dad calls your name, asking if you want any veggies with your dinner. ellie holds back a chuckle while moving her hand away from your mouth, instead resting her calloused fingertips against your neck. she raises an eyebrow at you as if waiting for you to respond to him.

“y-yeah-! su-“ you yell back, biting your lip to stifle a moan as ellie dangerously resumes her motions, pushing two fingers back inside your soaked pussy, “sure! i-i’ll be 2 secs!”

ellie’s fingers are relentless and your knees nearly give out, arousal and adrenaline burning hot through your veins, making your stomach tighten uncontrollably. you hear your dad respond with a slightly confused ‘okay’ and listen for footsteps thudding until they’re inaudible.

ellie grips your neck a little tighter, and her name falls from your lips in a needy, hushed whimper, your eyelashes fluttering. she mutters something, but you don’t hear, brain foggy and practically turning to mush from her torturous movements.

“yeah.. that’s it- fuck..” she groans, feeling you clench around her tightly. her moans tip you over the edge and time slows for a second as your muscles tense, back arching against her. ellie watches with a satisfied grin, her fingers slowing down slightly as you ride out your high.

once you catch your breath, ellie removes her digits with a wet squelch and lifts them to her mouth, cleaning them off. her eyes stay locked onto yours the whole time, taking in your rosy, warm cheeks and pouty lips. after a second or two, she takes her fingers out, now glistening with her saliva.

“dinner’s ready,” she teases, a cocky smirk tugging at her lips as she dusts both her hands off on her jeans, before unlocking the door and walking off.

hurriedly, you tug your panties back up along with your skirt and fix your messy hair in the mirror, unable to meet your own gaze in the reflection.

when you head out the bathroom and into the kitchen, you’re greeted with the sight of ellie and your dad dishing up dinner. she glances back at you, that same cocky smirk still playing on her lips.

lesbianloser777

summary: meetings can be so stressful as a princess, so you call your knight in shining armor to calm you down

knight!ellie, princess!reader, oral, you sit on her face, just smut 😸

you watch the clock ticking slowly, the soft mattress of your huge bed comforting your body as you anticipate her arrival. as you sit up to fix your hair, you hear a door knob slowly twisting open.

ellie appears wearing a slightly unbuttoned shirt, her eyes growing wide as her vision sneaks down to your pink lace bra, already craving to rip it off. she sits next to you in bed, knowing very well why you called her.

“you like my bra?, I wore it just for you”, forcing your chest a little more forward, you give her a better look at the delicate lace patterns. in reality her eyes stay focused on your nipples, her hand kneading your waist as she admires.

ellie nods while kissing you gently, her other hand gripping your neck as a way to pull you closer. while her lips lock with yours, she pulls each bra strap down, unhinging the back.

“hey I was excited to wear that”, you poke fun at her impatient manner, yet she doesn’t respond, instead she pulls you on her lap, deeply kissing your swollen lips. your arms wrap around her neck, relaxing into the kiss as you feel her hands squeezing your ass.

you both pull away out of breath, her mouth then sucking all over the soft skin of you neck, quickly leading further down to your bare chest.

“how was the meeting?”, she asks while softly licking your nipple, her tongue warm and addictive. she smirks when you whimper, sucking in your breast like it was the only pleasure on earth.

“It was super annoying, I needed you the whole time”, you then whine as you feel her biting softly, her eyes gleaming up at you.

“come sit on my face”, she demands, closely watching you move your limbs. she then lays her own body down and lightly presses down on your thighs as you sit.

“you’re so perfect for me you know that?”, she caresses your skin like treasury, viewing you as the goddess above her. you feel her fingers apply pressure to your needy clit, rubbing uncomfortably slow.

“please ellie… make me feel better”, you beg her without any shame, since you always feel free whenever she’s near, your savior.

“I got you, I’ll take care of you”, she quietly reassures you, eyeing the way your pussy already leaks out for her. gazing at it with pure hunger, her tongue aching to have a taste.

you moan softly as she licks inside, not even holding back to tease you. she kisses your pussy, lightly sucking your clit while her sage green eyes gaze up at you teasingly.

“this what you wanted princess?”, she holds your thighs firmly as you wine for her, begging her to never end. your body trembles within, unadulterated lust filling your bloodstream as you moan and writhe from her penetration.

“I’m so… so close ellie please”, every noise you squeal out causes her to almost faint, refusing to stop even for a breath or two. her freckled face remains flushed as you climax, swallowing every last drop of your soul.

you lay back next to her, endlessly panting, but she pulls you on top of her, the urge to absorb your body growing stronger. she rubs your waist as you catch your breath, quietly praising you. “I’m so tired now… you’re like a drug I swear”, you mumble against her warmth, hugging her tightly as a way of thanking her. she chuckles and kisses your forehead gently.

“you’re even more addicting, with that beautiful face of yours”, her thumb softly rubbing against your cheek as she pecks your nose, admiring how cute you look when you drift away, ready to escape reality with the woman you love so dearly.

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　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ PERV!LOSER ELLIE’S DIARY ENTRIES ABOUT YOU.

✧ pairing—perv loser ellie x popular femme reader. ✧ warnings—GENUINELY pervy creepy as hell behaviour, detailed explicit descriptions—sex & masturbation etc, stalking, voyeurism, pining but it is very intense and creepy, possessive & aggressive language, personable diary like tone. for the love of dramatic lesbians!

11th October.

i know you’re probably fed up of me at this point, diary. i am too. but fuck. you should see her. if you could see her, you’d get it without a doubt.

today she came into class wearing this tiny little skirt and these stockings—the sheer material was stretched so tight over her thighs i could see every curve and dip and i just wanted to touch so so bad. i need it. her. it’s this hot burning ache in me, unfulfilled and yearning. i need to touch. to feel. to hold. to squeeze. to kiss. the stockings almost killed me and i’m sure that was probably her intention just… not for me.

ignoring that.

she’s such a tease. but i know she’d be so good for me, my good girl, if she let me have her. if she allowed me that fucking heavenly gift. i would never be the same, genuinely. my whole purpose anyway is already to worship the absolute fucking goddess that she is but if i seriously got the chance to do so. fucking hell.

when she knelt down to pick up her pen next to me and her skirt rode up enough to show where the stockings stopped on smooth glorious thighs, my heart practically fucking stopped. my boxers were soaked immediately, dripping. i almost reached out and snapped the material against her pretty pretty flesh—just desperately wanting to her what sound she’d make. a yelp? a moan? my name?

i didn’t obviously. bryce whistled at her and she laughed. i felt sick.

14th October.

she touched me today.

like, really. properly. we got paired in PE. well, grouped. but she was the only one i cared about. my clit was already throbbing just seeing her in her little skort and soft clingy shirt, hair up—exposing her neck and every piece of skin i long to mark. past the point of pathetic, i know.

it was badminton. she was on my side of the court and every-time she bounced up to whack the shuttlecock her ponytail bounced so pretty with her and her scent wafted over to me, drowning me in her enough to make my head all hazy and my cunt pulse. the jiggle of her tits in shirt was torture, seriously—i could barely focus on anything else other than the constant squirm inducing zips of need up my spine: i couldn’t look away. her noises were so cute as she played, i remember them so well—stuck in my brain as they will (determinedly) continue to be. little grunts and noises of happiness i wanted to eat. fuck.

someway somehow i actually managed to get a good hit despite having been actively contemplating if i should go to the bathrooms and jerk off i was that distracted. i’m so glad i didn’t, diary. the hit won us that little game and she was ecstatic. over something so simple, too: she’s adorable. i’ll remember that face, like every other aspect of her that clings to the deepest corners of my brain—but it’s the way she jumped up and moved over to me and hugged my arm in happiness, all the while babbling compliments.

i lost all function.

no joke.

the soft warm fucking otherworldly squish of her tits against my arm and the scent of her was all that took over my mind. blank for anything but her. gone to any world that wasn’t the one in her bright eyes and her sparkling smile.

i genuinely thought my clit was gonna explode with how much it was pulsating. with each thundering beat of my heart.

i did end up going to the bathrooms, i couldn’t not after all that. i’ve never cum faster. or harder.

16th October.

i saw her in the mall today. i was only there to pick up some more games but then i saw her.

she was in victoria secret, of fucking course. i did think about wandering in and trying to look and see if she’d go into the changing rooms, but the store was a bit too packed. instead, i saw which perfume she brought. saw her pick up a few sets of lingerie.

thinking about whoever she might be buying them for makes everything inside of me want to die and my blood burn, so i just prefer to imagine she’s buying them for me. knowing she’ll be mine soon—so fucking sweet and good for me that she just wants to be well prepared. to have everything ready for me. so eager to please me, my sweet sweet angel. i would seriously fuck her even if she was drenched in sewage, but i can appreciate the delicacies.

imagining my pretty girl in that pretty lace has certainly been a recurring thing, teasing myself to the edge with her image in mind, always only her—her tits encased in that fabric, hanging teasingly in front of my face while she whines and moans for my mouth. for my fingers. i hope she knows i would give them to her without fucking question and the teasing would probably hurt me more than her. she’s my ruin.

when she left the shop with her friends, i went in. i picked up the perfume she brought and brought one for myself. not to wear, obviously. to spray on my pillows. maybe some clothes. i know that’s weird. i don’t really care. is that bad?

19th October.

i didn’t mean to follow her.

not really.

i just wanted to make sure she was okay. that she got home safe. that’s all. she seemed so upset today, i don’t know what it was—but i heard that she was crying in the bathrooms and she really did just look so sad. i wanted to ask her what was wrong the whole day. to take her into my arms, rub her back and stroke her hair and let her melt into my hoodie. i wanted to just make everything better for her, to make sure everything was alright. that’s all that matters to me.

so i just followed her to do that.

she doesn’t live far from school, so she walks. i walked behind her. slowly. to not get seen. and no, i live nowhere near her.

admittedly, i did get a bit caught up. but you understand.

i made sure she got in safe and everything but then i did.. stay. a little. to make sure she was really really safe, you know? her bedroom is the window right closest to the street, allowing me to see in clearly—it’s so pretty in there, so her. i could picture myself in there clearly. laying on her sheets, watching her prance around her room and just so content listening to her talk, melting into sheets that smell like her as her voice turns my muscles into goo. or, you know, pushing her back onto the bed and prying her thighs open with mine. but i digress.

it’s not like i asked her to start stripping off her clothes right in front of the open curtains. just… who am i to deny that? it’s almost like she wanted me to watch, anyway. that’s what i would think if i was able to form any thoughts at that point—not just her and a lot of ohfuckfuckohfuck.

she pulled her top off and the sight of her tits bouncing free from their confines—perfeftperfectperfect—left my knees weak. i stumbled behind one of the trees nearby, jelly knee-ed and shaking already just from the visual, my nails biting into the rough bark in search of salvation. my eyes fixed on her in the window, mouth watering and stomach burning. she’s everything.

any sense of right or wrong was lost to me completely. not that it’s ever that apparent really that apparent, i can admit.

the shimmy she did to get her jeans off probably shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did but—watching her tits bounce with the move, her thighs jiggle so pretty, the curve of her waist twisting. i needed to be inside of her. eat her whole. grab the flesh of her thighs and leave hand marks, red and mineminemine. i need to worship her. to paint her perfect flesh with me.

salvation.

22nd October.

my perfect girl.

i will truly never be able to comprehend how one singular being can be as perfect as she is. sweet and gentle and warm. tough and ruthless and strong. a walking juxtaposition. everything a person aspires to be, she fucking embodies so effortlessly. my admiration knows no bounds, though you obviously know that. i wish she could too.

today—i saw her share that sweetness so beautifully, i almost fell to my knees before her. hands behind my back, chin up. use me. do whatever you want to me.

one of the younger years who even i cant remember the name of, which is sort of saying a lot—they were on the grass where her friend group usually hangs out at lunch time, alone and clearly very upset. i watched her go over to them immediately the second she noticed them—ethereal features twisted down into true concern, watched her glossy lips form words that eased. watched her give that kindness. watched the result of it bloom.

i need that.

i need her.

to wrap me in her soft embrace and let me tuck my head into the pillowy give of her chest, to offer me that same warmth and let me bury myself in it. i would do anything.

i do think, is it bad i also noticed the curve of her ass in her jeans as she was consoling them, almost as much as the actual act, and the elegant sweep of her neck—the push out of her pouty lips in that frown, wondering what they’d look like sucking at my clit. or my strap. or open in a cry or a moan, screaming my name while i lapped at her sweet—

yes. probably. but i’m past that point.

whatever. it’s her influence.

my fucking ruin.

25th October.

is it normal for your fingers to actually ache with the sheer urgency to be inside of someone?

to hurt with the deprivation of a perfect tight warmth they’ve never even had.

well, it’s definitely my normal.

it physically pains me—that i can’t, that i haven’t. my fingers long to explore that warm wet velvet, the perfection of her. i know it’d be so so so so pretty. as pretty as the rest of her. art. i want to push back that little hood and press and caress that bundle of nerves—watch her face as i do, feel her trembling breath against my neck, the heaving of her tits against me as i worship her. as i give her everything she deserves.

with every clench or movement of my fingers, i just think how wasted that was—when i could be using that movement, curling them and plunging them into her, feeling the hot give of her around me, the fluttering of her want for me. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

i would do so much for that.

whatever she wanted.

whatever it took.

27th October.

i think the amount of times i see this goddess out and about is definitely a sign, but maybe i’m just hopeful. delusional. same thing.

sweet, sweet torture.

i’ve only just seen her—on my way back from jesse’s, i think she was maybe going to a party with her friends, with the way they were dressed up. i don’t know. i wish i was there, wherever there is. just so i could stare at her more. be in her presence, no matter how far.

i wish i was there when she was getting ready too. i dream about that. leaning back on her pretty bed while she fusses in the mirror, doing her makeup and her hair—choosing different outfits, modelling them for me. all whiny and ‘elllieeeee’ when i don’t give proper opinions but melting the second i grab her hips and tell her she looks beautiful in anything.

i dream about distracting her while she does, too—pulling her down to straddle my lap in just her skirt, no top, no bra. taking her mind completely off the party with my mouth on her chest, kissing soft reverent patterns down beautiful skin, sucking at her tits, teasing with my teeth. all the while she squirms on my lap, her warmth seeping into me. soaking through her little panties under her skirt.

i want her to think of nothing but me as i play with her. her head falling back in ecstasy as she pants and moans, nothing but my name leaving her mouth. i want her taste stuck in my throat—i want her arms wrapped around me, holding me in an unrelenting grip. marking me hers just as she’s mine, proud to hold me.

herherherher.

29th October.

why do these boys feel as though they have the right to treat her like that.

if she gets catcalled one more time, i’m going to gut stab punch something. them. i want to scream—stop fucking looking at her. leave her alone. how can they not understand she deserves so much more than that. we’re lucky to even get to look at her as we do, to just watch her being.

she deserves genuine appreciation. the true, unbridled, soul-deep kind. independent of anything else, just devotion for her. i need to give that. i long to so badly. i have so much of it in me, for her and only her.

it’s her top, i think. why people are being so disgusting today—and yes, her tits look so mouth-wateringly out of this world. plush and propped up in that little shirt as they are, gently spilling out. for me, anyway, too—her shoes, these little heeled boots today. a rare pair in her rotation, i cherish whenever they make an appearance. because i actually notice things like that, i notice her, instead of just fucking caring when she’s got skin on display. i careicareicareicare.

her legs look so long and fucking delicious, wrapped in clingy denim. i want them wrapped around my waist, holding tight, squeezing and squeezing as i pound away: clinging onto the the muscle of my thigh as she takes her pleasure, grinding, using me, her wetness seeping into my skin, the sounds of her wanting cunt filling the room—her whines in my ears, only for my ears. anything. everything.

the way her hips swing in those jeans when she walks, too, sends heat right between mine, a hot thirsty ache. the way she knows she’s hot, a simple firm truth. undeniable fact.

but i’m not making a scene.

fucking ridiculous. scumbags. no one deserves to even see her, no one but me. i want to be the only one. i would treat her so well. protect her from everyone—shield her from every single scrap of this unwanted attention. massage her feet, surely aching from the heels. kneel down and gently peel them off her—looking up at her all the while, her face, watching her pretty lashes flutter as i tend to her. the way she’d look down at me, soft and thankful and melting from over the angle of her tits sends a sharp jolt straight to my clit. her hand would lift to my face, caressing, i’d lean into it so readily—

she just got hit on again.

i want to kill them all. i want to rip out their vocal cords so they can’t fucking speak to her. i want to gouge out their eyes, render them useless. don’t look at her leave her alone you fucking-

she deserves infinitely more.

me.

actually, yeah.

me.

30th October.

i will never get enough of her.

───────

bowsick

butch ellie loves to make you work for her strap. the glow of the large flatscreen tv flashes colors across your face. the football game. ellie's completely focused on it, hasn't even looked at you in minutes.

you almost stop. almost want to simply sink down and sit on her. strap warm her. but her smooth souther accent invades your space, settling low in your belly. "go on," she murmurs without glancing away from the screen. "don't stop. you were doin' fine, bun."

your thighs shake as you settle back into an agonizingly weak pace that's nowhere near enough for the desperation climbing up your spine. the silicone — thick and stretching you open — slides through your slick, the wet sound swallowed up by the stadium roars and commentary on the tv.

ellie takes another unhurried sip of her beer, jaw tightening ever so slightly. when her team fumbles, she grunts under her breath and gives the strap a single rough buck. it slams deeper into you, stealing a gasp you can't quite swallow.

the way her irritation moves through her body and into yours makes your stomach flip. you honestly wish that her team would fuck up again. more often. harder. anything to earn another rough and accidental but relieving thrust. you don't dare say that out loud, though.

ellie finally looks at you. only a flick of her eyes. "needy little thing," she drawls, voice thick and amused. "ain't even touchin' you and you're all pathetic."

you grip her thighs for balance, fingers digging into the worn denim stretching tight across them. you angle yourself to take her deeper. she hums, satisfied, taking a large swig. "that's it," she says, low and easy. "fuck yourself on it. i'm too busy."

she turns back to the screen as if you're nothing but background noise. it fucking destroys you. the dismissal, the nonchalance. it sends more heat rolling up your spine until your poor, neglected clit throbs more persistently.

there's no sign of ellie giving you what you want anytime soon, so you suck it up and work harder.

giveherswords

sl6sha

cw: amab caitlyn with a dick. unprotected oral sex. semi-public sex. sex worker reader. whiny caitlyn. 1k words. 18+ minors dni.

synopsis: caitlyn stumbles upon a glory hole.

lately, the days have begun to blur together. caitlyn’s newfound responsibilities as sheriff have consumed nearly every waking moment of her life, leaving little time for rest; let alone privacy. the rare opportunity to unwind, to tend to her own needs—to take care of her cock that hasn’t been touched in weeks—have become increasingly elusive. she’s pent up and even by her own standards, cait’s been pushing herself too far.

machetegirl109

where an unknown number sends you texts in the middle of the night asking for nudes

paring: perv/fgirl!ellie x reader

whore-era

glue

☁︎ mean!ellie williams x fem!reader ☁︎ themes: grumpy x sunshine trope, reader chasing after ellie ☁︎ summary: in which jackson's sweetest girl crushes on the town's grumpy asshole. ☁︎ a/n: loosely inspired by the cartoon 'puca puca' lmao, hope yall luv this one ♡ ☁︎ word count: 6,883

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