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ellie’s femme

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☁︎ 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

spring was coming in swiftly, and you couldn’t be more excited. the snow was beginning to melt, and the town was experiencing small spouts of rain, kickstarting the bloom of some of the most beautiful flowers in the surrounding forest. 

it finally gave you a reason to take out your spring-wear and put your thick and heavy winter coats away in the back of your closet. fashion and clothing was a hobby you found yourself engrossed in, taking the time to carefully curate bright outfits and sew together your own unique pieces, utilizing whatever scraps of fabric you could get your hands on. it certainly took your mind off the reality of what went on behind these walls, a responsibility you could never imagine partaking in. everyone in town held those who went on patrol on high pedestals, thanking them for their brave service of facing those monstrosities and protecting us every day. 

thankfully, maria assigned you the responsibility of the town’s animal caretaker. tenderly providing the animals with food, care, and love. it was a job you absolutely dreamed of, always having a deep fondness for animals, even since you were a small child. 

“oh, jeez, minnie, i think you’re about ready to almost pop,” you mutter, feeding straws of hay to minnie, the beautiful, big, brown cow. she was one of two cows you had on the farm and was currently pregnant, ready to give birth to a cute, little calf. 

minnie doesn’t say anything, and chews on the grain instead. but you like to think that minnie understands your shared conversations, and often expresses her opinions in little ‘moos’. it was either that, or you were actually going insane.

“i think we’ll name your baby….buttercup,” you suggest, rubbing minnie’s ears, “doesn’t that sound lovely, minnie?” and she lets out a little snort, inciting a small smile from you.

checking your wristwatch, your eyes widen. “oops, almost time for patrol. i’ll be back later, sweet lady,” you say as you give minnie’s nose a gentle rub. getting up on your feet, you go to the sink and wash your hands, drying them and using another rag to wipe off any dirt or debris from your light blue overalls. 

this was your usual routine. waking up bright and early, heading to the barn to feed the animals, and making sure they have enough water and are groomed. then, you head over to the stables and help the other stableboys get the horses ready for patrol. yeah, the horses were absolute cuties, but a huge part of the reason you volunteered to go to the stables was so you could see ellie williams before patrol. 

ellie williams was a dream. a dream you’ve been wishing for since you were 13 years old. you were enamored with how fearless she was. she was famous in town for her journey with joel, and what the duo survived out in the open world — causing everyone to heavily praise the two, and think of them in high regard. but you could see there was more to her than meets the eye. yeah, sure, she was a little rough around the edges, but who wasn’t after seeing what she experienced? ellie was usually quiet, and reserved, mostly keeping to herself and her close friends and family. 

the younger folks in jackson think ellie was an ass and a big ole’ grouch. always having a grimace gracing her face or a ‘resting bitch face’ that’d intimidate even the most dangerous of bloaters. but those accusations never startled you.

over the years you’ve tried to get closer to ellie, going out of your way to give her gifts and cooking foods you know she likes. it was your way of helping ellie feel better and relax after a stressful day of patrol, and it was the least you could do. sometimes ellie would get a teensy bit annoyed with you, and would occasionally tell you to tone it down, but you just blamed it on her exhaustion due to patrol.

as you brushed shimmer’s mane, you picked up some baby’s breath that bloomed in your mother's garden and began to tuck it into the creases of the braid you were creating.

“do you feel beautiful, shim?” you ask her, “‘cause you look beautiful.” you giggle, rubbing her nose.

putting down the small pail you used to hold the flowers in, your eyes shift to the exit, raking them over the brunette a few feet away from you. your heart flips in your chest, and you let out a small sigh, fawning over her — ellie williams. 

everything moved in a slow, fluid motion as she turned and headed in your direction. it was like a spotlight was shining right at her, following her every movement. you could only imagine how it’d be to have the privilege of being ellie’s girlfriend, to hold her hand, to kiss her goodbye, to nuzzle into her body during those cold winters. it was a fantasy only your diary had the pleasure of holding. 

there was only one girl in this entire town who held the reputation of being ellie’s girlfriend, well, ex-girlfriend. it was dina woodward. they dated for a brief six months, before splitting up and continuing a civil friendship. you weren’t sure what the real reason was for their breakup, but rumors say they ended things because ellie was a terrible partner, never doing anything ‘romantic’ for her or showing any real affection towards her. others say they only got together because they were fooling around when they were out during patrol, and when word of it got out, they thought they’d might as well be together to save face.

but rumors were just rumors and you were never the type of person to believe such things unless they came from the actual source.

your body reacted before your mind could, and before you knew it, you were jogging over towards ellie, throwing your arms around her neck, “good morning, ellie!!”

ellie rolled her eyes, annoyed by the sudden physical contact and loud voice booming so early in the morning. she took hold of your hips, attempting to pry you off her, “alright, alright, that’s enough.”

pulling away and facing her, you smile sheepishly, “sorry, sorry— forgot you hated it when i got a little loud, especially before patrol.”

she huffed, crossing her arms in frustration. ellie knew you as the girl who had this puppy-sick crush on her the moment she arrived at jackson. as young tweens, you chased her around the school grounds, craving any bit of her attention and bothering her whenever the moment arose, like taking every open opportunity to be her partner during class or science experiments. you were the gum on the bottom of her boot, stuck and stubborn, never budging. 

but as the years progressed, she’s learned to tolerate you, thinking you’d eventually get tired of her somehow. giving up after the unreciprocated feelings and chasing after another unlucky fool.

“what happened to shimmer’s mane?” ellie questioned, poking at the flowers adorning the horse’s hair. 

“i braided some flowers in it,” you smile proudly, “she’s cute, huh?”

she nodded mindlessly, and leaned into shimmer’s ear, “i’ll take those off when we get outta here.” 

you made sure to grab the paper bag and held it out to ellie, “i made you lunch again. i left a little note in there, so make sure you read it, m’kay?” you smiled, nodding towards the bagged lunch. 

ellie apprehensively took the bag from your hands, and gave you a curt nod, “yea,” she murmured, “thanks.”

shoving the bag in her backpack, she took ahold of shimmer’s leads, guiding her out of the stables. but you gently touched her arm, “um, ellie.”

she turns slightly, “hm?”

“be safe out there, okay? i’ll be here, waiting for you,” you bite your lip, “and if something happens to you, i’ll— uh— come lookin’ for ya! and i’ll beat those uglies up!”

you smile widely, feeling a bit embarrassed by your word choice, but she got your message. with an awkward smile, she mutters “thanks.”

before she turns again, you move quickly and wrap your arms around her again, giving her a tight squeeze before pecking her on the cheek. a warm, rush of crimson fanned across her cheeks, turning her a bright, cherry red. 

“okay, okay! that’s enough,” ellie groans.

“sorry, sorry,” you pull off and quickly smooth out her clothes, but she just turns away and walks off with shimmer at full tilt. 

as ellie approaches beside jesse, he does a double-take and gawks at her, his curious eyes scanning the face of the girl next to him.

“wow, dude, you look like a tomato-” ellie cut him off.

“shut the fuck up, jess. just shut up.”

as much as you aggravated ellie, she’d be a liar if she didn’t admit to herself that you made her feel something. something she desperately wanted to despise. 

and if there was one thing that was true about her, it was that ellie williams was no liar. 

- 

after arriving at one of the checkpoints along the route, jesse and ellie tied their horses and settled at the abandoned fire lookout tower, taking a much-needed break.

ellie picked off the white florets from shimmer’s hair, letting the small flowers fall to the ground. 

“god, she put so many in here,” ellie muttered, irritated by how many little flowers tangled in the horse’s mane. jesse peered over at her, amusedly watching her peel off the petals and toss them over her shoulder. 

“she ‘do that?” jesse questioned, referring to you as he rummaged through the saddle bag of his horse.

ellie sighed, “yea.” 

“she did a pretty good job,” jesse smiled, “she’s nice for doin’ that.”

she huffed, rolling her eyes for the hundredth time today, “whatever,” she mutters, “shimmer is a brave and strong woman. this shit just makes her look— like a joke.”

the raven-haired boy shook his head in disagreement, “i just think you try to make yourself hate whatever she does.” 

ellie stopped to glare at him, “not true.” 

she didn’t care what you did. she just didn’t want you to involve your perky, bubbly nonsense in her business. ellie thought of you as the complete opposite of her, and being opposites, she couldn’t manage to be around you. you were sunshine, rainbows, puppies, bubbles, and an optimist. ellie was the moon, darkness, crows, horror movies, and a pessimist. two different things. two things that didn’t mix. 

“lies. you try to find every little thing wrong with her, but you can’t admit the truth. she’s the sweetest.” ellie tried her best to ignore the words coming from jesse’s mouth, but she couldn’t. it frustrated her how much he thought you affected her. it was simply false. 

sure, ellie tries to shake off the feeling of pride she gets when you look up at her with adoring eyes and call her ‘brave’ after a day out on patrol, and yeah, she tries to brush away the heat that rises to her face when she sees your face light up every morning when you first see her, but that’s because it doesn’t mean anything. the way ellie blushed rose red after you kissed her cheek this morning meant absolutely nothing. 

“she’s the nicest girl in town,” jesse goes on as the pair take a seat on the wooden steps of the tower, “and you’re being an asshole.”

“yeah, whatever. let’s eat.” ellie attempts to shift the conversation, feeling uneased about all this discussion of you. jesse shrugged, opening his pack and taking out a wrapped-up pack of bison jerky and an apple and took a crispy, juicy bite from the fruit.

ellie took out the paper bag, taking a minute to stare at the ‘for ellie :)’ written in black marker. unfolding the bag, she takes out a tupperware and opens the lid revealing a roasted turkey sandwich on a homemade french roll, freshly made potato chips, a small salad, and a little fruit tart on the side. she takes the small paper in her hand, reading the note you wrote for her:

let me know how you like the food! everything was made this morning and packed with love. be safe and have a great day ellie!

p.s you look pretty today :) 

xoxoxo

ellie suppressed the tiny flutters of butterflies floating in her stomach, blaming it on her evergrowing hunger, and crumpled the note, tossing it back in the paper bag. 

“woah, where’d you get that?” jesse said with a mouth full of jerky, “couldn’t bother to get me one?”

she rolled her eyes, “she always gives me lunch before patrol. you wanna share?” 

jesse shook his head at her offer, “nah, i’m good. don’t think your little housewife would be happy to hear you didn’t finish your food, ma’am,” jesse teased, letting out a chuckle. 

dragging out a groan, ellie closed her eyes before opening them again, “she’s not my— oh, fuck off.”

she chucked a chip at him, the crispy snack hitting him on the shoulder as he laughed again. 

there were a lot of things ellie’s didn’t like about you, but she had to admit, you were a damn good cook. 

-

the sunshine was something you’ve grown to appreciate during your time in jackson. as the winters can drag out for months, you took every opportunity to bask in the sun outside when the weather deemed it possible to do so. during the hotter months in town, you loved getting dressed in flowy dresses and letting the sun kiss your skin tan. it was a treat you and the rest of the people in town enjoyed, especially when everyone took their loved ones to the lake nearby and waded in the cool, fresh water.

after ellie left for patrol in the morning, the weather decided to look up and the sun beamed brighter in the clear, blue skies today, giving you the perfect chance to change out of your overalls and into a cute blouse with puffy sleeves and a pair of blue denim jean shorts. 

sitting on a bench perched outside the fence of the cow’s pen, you let yourself relax, soaking up the warmth radiating from the sunshine and occasionally taking sips from the ice, cold lemonade mrs. meyers made for the workers. 

your ears perked up at the bustling clanks of the main gates opening. sitting up and shielding your eyes from the sun, you take a look and see that ellie and jesse are back from patrol. jumping up in excitement, you set your drink down and sprint over to the stables, excited to see ellie again.

“ellie!” you yell out as she hops off her horse. with wide eyes, she hurriedly hides behind jesse, taking advantage of his taller height and wider build.

“cover for me.” ellie mutters to jesse. 

winded and breathing heavily from the run, you clutch your abdomen and catch your breath, “where’d ellie go? i just saw her.” 

jesse smirks, and ellie looks up at him. don’t you dare. don’t you dare. don’t you fucking dare. 

he steps aside, revealing ellie, hunched forward in a pathetic attempt to hide from you. 

“she’s right here.” jesse smiles, and walks away, staring at ellie as he leaves the both of you alone. 

ellie throws a quick glare his away, before standing up straight and clearing her throat, “hey— uh— i was just fixing my— uh..jacket.”

it was a wretched sight to see. ellie’s lame excuse for avoiding you. if it were anyone else, she’d have no problem telling them to ‘fuck off’ and to leave her alone. but with you, she didn’t have the guts to tell you she was avoiding you. why? she didn’t know. maybe she didn’t want to see your feelings hurt. 

but you were oblivious to this. it was a regular occurrence for you to miss things and let them go right over your head, but it was because you saw the good in everyone, even ellie. 

“how was patrol? see anything interesting?” you pondered to ellie, walking alongside her as she begin her trek back to her house. 

“nah, just the same old shit,” ellie speeds up her pace, and you struggle to keep up with her long legs, nearly stumbling over your own.

“so, uh, ellie,” you stammered, “i wanted to ask if you were doing anything tonight?” 

this was your corny way of asking her on a date, something you’ve been wanting to do for ages. 

“uh, yeah—” ellie scratched the back of her neck, “i’m real busy tonight.”

false. ellie’s evening consisted of smoking a joint and immersing herself in volume 14 of her favorite comic book. but she already knew, there was no telling what’d happen if she were to be alone with you. 

ellie strictly kept her distance from you and always made sure there were other people around you two while talking. it was her way of being in control. she was terrified of what would happen if her feelings were to rise to the surface and reign sovereignty over her. 

“oh okay,” you thought for a moment, “how about tomorrow night?”

“uhh, not available tomorrow either. sorry.” ellie avoided your gaze, instead letting her eyes fall to the ground, but to her inconvenience, her eyes gravitated to the sight of your bare legs underneath those shorts, only imagining what she’d do if she could feel the smooth skin under her fingertips. 

ellie pushed her thoughts to the side. this is what she didn’t want. she couldn’t let herself think these vile thoughts. she couldn’t let her guard down. she couldn’t allow herself to trust and be vulnerable. ellie had to control herself, doing whatever means necessary to keep you far, far away.

“hmph, okay. it’s fine,” you frown for a moment before forcing a smile on your face, “maybe another time.” 

“mhm, sure.” 

as you turn away and head in a different direction, ellie let her eyes watch you walk away, ignoring the tight squeeze in her heart that occurs every time you leave. she knew whatever she did, her feelings for you only grew, scaring her more than any clicker could. 

that evening, you prepared the farm animal's last meal for tonight and filled up their water basins. but you couldn’t focus, your mind distracted by that certain green-eyed girl. it was almost wearisome having these many feelings for one person, your mind consumed by her very existence, to the point where you couldn’t even focus on work. 

startling yourself, you feel the pointy straws of hay poking your legs as you overfilled minnie’s feeder. 

“ugh, minnie,” you groan, “ what the heck am i gonna do with ellie?” 

you grabbed the broom, and began sweeping the stray hay that fell onto the floor, letting yourself vent to the cow. 

“i know, i know, everyone might think she’s a big ole’ grump,” you begin, “but i don’t see her that way. she’s so brave and she’s so smart! i see her reading her astronomy books all the time.”

you smile at yourself, the image of ellie sitting on the brown wicker chair on the porch pops in your brain. “when it gets late at night, i see her doodling the stars and planets,” you fawn, “shh, don’t tell her i told you that.” 

you sigh, leaning your cheek against the top of the broom’s handle, “she’s just so— amazing. a real special person. she deserves everything in the world for all she does.” 

as silence fills the barn, you gasp, minnie’s eyes widening in surprise. “maybe i’ll do something big for her. to show her how much she means to me.” 

you lean the broom against the wall, “thank you, minnie. for always listening to me.” you rub her head before you scurry out of the barn, heading home to lay out your plans. leaving minnie to chew on the straws of grain. 

- 

february 14th

“fucking shit!” ellie yelled, throwing her backpack off her back, creating a loud thud as it landed on the floor of the weapon’s armory shed. today’s patrol was particularly grueling today as she and jesse were confronted with two bloaters and four raiders. after a gruesome fistfight with the raiders, all the men did was loot their weapons and supplies and left them alive with their horses. they were considered extremely lucky, as in most cases, the raiders would’ve left them dead. 

“c’mon, we did good out there,” jesse remarked attempting to lighten the mood, but he should’ve known there was no worth in trying to cheer up an already pissed-off ellie. 

“yea, talking as if we didn’t almost fucking died today,” ellie snapped, “two separate times.”

“you know what you need?”

“what?”

“to blow off some steam. get cleaned up and head over to the bar,” jesse smirked at her, but she rolled her eyes, not wanting to do anymore socializing after the dreadful day she had. 

“not today, jess. i jus’ wanna go home, get this shit off me, and sleep for ten hours.”

“c’mon, you buzzkill. it’s valentines day after all,” he sighed, “you gonna spend it cooped up alone in your room?”

“yup.”

“please, ellie. just come with me. let’s celebrate our win today.” 

ellie thought for a moment, and knowing jesse would never take no for an answer for things like these, she reluctantly agreed, “fine.”

- 

unlike ellie, you were beaming, reeling in the ecstatic mood your favorite holiday has brought. valentine’s day was a day for love and celebration in the town of jackson. the local kids would decorate the buildings with red and pink heart streamers and maria always hosted a lovely get-together filled with delicious food, good music, and slow dances.

your heart skipped a beat at the thought of slow dancing with ellie — her hands on your waist, your arms slung around her neck, your bodies swaying ever so slowly along the rhythm of the song.

your hands fixed the pink ribbon in the back of your hair and adjusted some strands of hair to frame your face. you swiped some oil across your lips to give them a sheen gloss and adjusted the long sleeves of your red dress. you felt pretty. 

scrambling towards the kitchen, you flip open the white box, doubling checking the cake and making sure it didn’t need any last-minute toppings. satisfied with your baked creation, you closed the box and secured it in your hands, preparing to head out the door and make your way toward the tipsy bison.

during the walk there, you quietly rehearsed the speech you had prepared in your head. you were a bundle of nerves as you anxiously ran through the words over and over again, hoping by the time you made it to the bar, you got it down and wouldn’t make yourself look like a complete fool in front of ellie and her friends.

one of your hands pushed against the doors of the bar, the bell tinkling as you entered the establishment. you greeted a few familiar faces and smiled at barry, the regular bartender. but your mind was set on finding ellie, nothing less, so your eyes scanned the area and settled on a certain brunette who was sitting at a booth, amongst her chattering friends as she sipped on a glass of bourbon. 

you couldn’t help the smile that curled on your lips, “ellie!”

the brunette snapped her head at the sound of her name, but she let out a despondent groan after realizing it was you. she wasn’t in the mood nor did she have the patience to deal with you tonight, but nothing could stop you from heading in her direction. 

“ah, shit. she’s coming.” ellie takes a long swig of her drink, hoping the alcohol would make this entire ordeal more tolerable.

“be nice, ellie.” dina snapped as you approached their table. 

you smiled at everyone — jesse, dina, kelly, evan, ellie — and greeted them with a “happy valentines day everyone!”

everyone smiled and held up their drinks in acknowledgment as your eyes flickered on the girl in front of you. “can i talk to you, ellie? alone?”

a mixture of excitement and nerves flooded your body as you were getting ready to execute your plan.

ellie, however, was growing more worried and worried by each passing second. your little red dress was the first thing that caught her eye. the way that it hugged your figure and sat right above your knees to reveal the bare flesh of your legs made her want to protect you from the staring eyes of all the men in here and beat them into a pulp for thinking whatever perverted thoughts that clouded their head. the second thing that got her attention was the shine of your lips and how it managed to make them look pouty and tempting to kiss, an urge ellie had fought so hard to restrain. 

she cleared her throat, and laid back nonchalantly, trying to exude this false sense of confidence, “you can say it here.”

you swallowed thickly, “here? i-in front of everyone?”

“yup.”

looking around nervously, you hesitantly agreed as her friends had their eyes on you, completely immersed in your interaction. 

“alright, i guess i’ll just— come out with it.”

you took a deep breath to soothe your nerves. “ellie, we’ve known each other for years now, and in that time, i’ve– uh— grown to really, really like you. i think you’re so pretty and one of the bravest people in town— and— and you’re so intelligent, the way you know so much about space and stuff.”

if someone were to put a tomato next to ellie’s face, the resemblance would be uncanny. 

“what i’m trying to say is— is that i really hope you could give me a chance— give us a chance— and let me take you out on a date and show you how happy i can make you,” your voice shook, “i swear, ellie. i’d make you the happiest girl in the world.”

you opened the box to reveal a heart-shaped cake covered in pink frosting with the words ‘be mine’ in red buttercream and held it out to her. 

ellie was aghast, and she didn’t know what to say. her mind was going a mile a minute, and numerous emotions were shooting through her body. ellie felt so special and loved, a feeling she rarely ever experienced. she was frozen, yet the next words that would utter in her mouth would leave her regretting ever coming to the bar.

“i’m sorry. i— i don’t think i can do this.”

your brows furrowed, “wh-what do you mean?

“you. you’re too much. you’re always hovering, always around, always calling out my name when you see me. you follow me around and i’m sick of it,” ellie couldn’t stop the words from leaving her mouth, “please, just— leave me alone.”

the moment the words fell from her lips, she immediately felt regret. guilt washed over her the minute she saw your face fall and eyes fill up with tears. fuck. she didn’t know what made her lash out at you like that— perhaps it was the alcohol or the fucked up day this was, but she knew there was no excuse to say any of those things to you.

your lips wobbled, and a tear rolled down your cheek, “ellie williams,” you squeaked, “i never wanna see you again.” 

you dropped the boxed cake onto the wooden floor, the frosting flinging everywhere, and ran out of the bar. ellie wanted to run after you so badly, to take you in her arms and kiss your tears away, but she couldn’t. she was a coward. 

“congratulations, you just got 1st place for being the biggest, fucking asshole.” jesse snapped, but ellie didn’t bother responding, knowing what he said was true.

- 

ellie didn’t see you for a week after valentines day, and that transition from hearing your voice call her name every morning, feeling your arms wrap around her neck to hug her before she leaves, and enjoying your home-cooked meals to nothing at all was like night and day. it was quiet and silent, and all the color that filled her days was suddenly drained to a mere gray without you. 

ellie thought that maybe you were just purposely avoiding her, so she started showing up early at the stables before she left for patrol, but you were never there. then, she started walking around the barns, to see if you were occupying your time by tending to the animals, but no, you weren’t there either. 

unbeknownst to ellie, you spent the entire week at home, sulking in your pajamas and shoveling your favorite junk foods in your mouth while watching your favorite 90’s romantic comedy as an effort to mend your broken heart. you couldn’t bear the embarrassment of leaving the four walls of your home after being humiliated by ellie. 

after spending your days cooped up at home, you finally felt ready to come back to work at the barn. it was currently early in the morning, and you just opened the gates to the fence, letting minnie, the chickens, and a couple of the sheep graze on the grass.

as ellie walked towards the stables for patrol, she caught a glimpse of you from her peripheral vision and nearly broke her neck doing a double take. she knew it was you because you were the only one in this town who owned a pair of bright, yellow overalls. 

there you were, leaning against the wooden fence watching the animals as the sun sat on the edge of the horizon, painting hues of violet and saffron across the sky. ellie appeared next to you, leaning her arms against the wood surface. 

“uh, hey.”

you ignored her.

“how’re things?

silence.

“the animals doin’ okay?”

quiet.

“are you just gonna keep ignoring me?” yes. 

you sighed and turned to head back into the barns, not bothering to look at her. 

“i guess i deserved that.” ellie mutters, watching you walk away. she knew needed to apologize to you and she knew just the way to do it. 

- 

the day after ellie’s failed plan of getting you to talk to her, she conjured up a way to apologize to you.

as ellie was coming back from patrol, she carefully held the bouquet of vibrant, golden sunflowers in her hands. she remembered to bring her switchblade to cut them off of their long stems and tie them together into a beautiful bunch.

she knew how much you loved sunflowers, and remembered how you always used to beg her to take you outside of the gates so you could go collect some so you can plant your own. 

with a little pep in her step, ellie was confident that you would love the gift she got for you and you’d surely talk to her again in no time. everything would go back to how it was before. 

ellie approached the entrance of the barn, seeing you tend to minnie and rubbing the side of her belly. a ghost of a smile made its way onto her lips, and she walked towards you, tapping you on the shoulder. 

your head snapped around and looked at her, a neutral expression on your face. no more bright smile.

ellie coughed nervously, and she handed the bouquet of sunflowers to you, “here, these are for you,” you took them from her hands, “they’re pretty, just like you.”

you cautiously looked down at the posy of marigold sunflowers. 

she fucking loves them. i could tell already, ellie thought to herself. she had to suppress the proud smirk that was about to appear on her face. 

but you did something even ellie couldn’t predict. 

you picked one flower from the bunch, and you began feeding it to minnie. minnie took the floret in her mouth, and smacked on it contentedly, clearly enjoying her mid-afternoon snack.

as minnie chomped on the rest of the bouquet, you turned your heel and left ellie alone to her thoughts. 

“god, i’m so dumb,” ellie groans, and she peers at the small brown mammal, “at least someone likes them,” she comments as minnie looks at her with big, brown eyes.

- 

the next morning, ellie came to the stables early, hoping you’d be there, and to her surprise, you were.

ellie had came up with a new game plan to apologize to you. her first mistake with the bouquet was that she was trying to ‘woo’ you with gifts, but maybe what you needed was for her to just be honest with you and to open up. that was what ellie spent the rest of her night doing, writing a deep letter about her feelings for you and how sorry she is for telling you all those horrible things. 

as usual, you were with shimmer, brushing her coat and making sure she was groomed. from the corner of your eye, you could see ellie coming towards you, and you braced yourself.

she stopped in front of you and handed you a red envelope with your name on it. taking it from her hands, she smiles at you and takes shimmer’s leads from you, gently guiding her away. 

ellie took the time to put on shimmer’s saddle and to pack her bag with some extra treats for her during patrol, but she couldn’t help but think of your reaction to her letter. she imagined the smile that graced your face as you opened the letter and saw the little stickers adorning the border of the paper and reading over the black ink. 

but ellie was wrong. very, very wrong. 

as ellie turned her head to sneak a peek at you, she was startled to see you already looking straight at her. maintaining eye contact, you ripped up the letter and tossed it in the pile of horseshit. you brushed off your hands and walked away, feeling accomplished by your petty deed.

ellie turned to shimmer, “i guess i should’ve seen that one coming.”

- 

after a couple of days contemplating what to do with you, ellie decided enough was enough and that she was going to confront you, no matter what. 

the sun had already set, and the moon had overshadowed the dark, night sky. ellie climbed up the stairs of your house, and pressed three loud knocks against your door, adjusting the straps of the guitar gig bag on her shoulders. 

at first, she thought you weren’t going to answer the door, but after a momentary silence followed by a couple of sounds of shuffling, the door swung open. 

ellie assumed you were about to go to bed, as evidenced by your oversized sweatshirt and pajama pants hugging your hips. 

“hi,” you greeted, the sound of your voice surprising ellie after not having heard it for a while.

“hey,” ellie replied, “can i come in?”

you move aside, giving her room to step inside your home.

“where are your parents?” ellie queries, knowing they’d usually be home around this time.

“upstairs, asleep,” you nudged your head towards the hallway, “we’ll talk in my room.”

ellie follows behind you as you lead the way to your bedroom, opening the door and plopping down on your bed. she closes your bedroom door and slowly walks around, almost as if she’s scared to make any sudden movements.

she finally sits on your desk chair in front of you, taking off her guitar bag and setting it down on the floor next to her.

you weren’t sure what compelled you to finally talk to ellie and let her in your home, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease and anxiety. there was no telling what she was really here for.

“i came here because i wanted to apologize,” ellie murmured, “i’ve been trying to apologize for a couple of days now and i’m gonna keep on trying because what i did was really, really shitty.”

you were silent for a brief moment, “...yeah. it was shitty.”

ellie sighed, “i’ll apologize a million times if you want me to.”

“ellie— you don’t get it. you humiliated me in front of the whole town,” your voice cracked, “i don’t think i could forgive you that easily.”

her heart squeezed in your chest seeing the tears well up in your eyes and hearing the little sniffles coming from your nose. it was her fault you were hurt. she did this.

ellie got up and sat on your bed next to you, letting her feelings overcome her and allowing herself to wrap her arms around your frame, holding you close as you cried into her hoodie.

you pulled away from her chest, looking up at her with glossy eyes, “i was nothing but nice to you, els. you could’ve told me something if i was bothering you,” you wiped a tear, “i would’ve left you alone.”

ellie sighed and brushed your hair out of your face, her entire demeanor softening as she was consumed by your presence, “i didn’t want you to leave me alone.”

“huh?” you gave her a confused look.

“look, i’m not really good at showing my feelings. whenever i try to express how i feel or whatever, it goes sideways and i end up fucking up,” ellie explained, “i really do like you, a whole shit ton. i love everything you do for me and i love how you’re always there and how you wear these crazy bright colors and how you talk to the animals in that one baby voice.”

heat rose to your cheeks and it was impossible to hide the blush that spread across your nose.

“i want to be with you,” she confessed, “i just get terrified of being vulnerable and opening up. love makes you do crazy shit and i don’t know— i hate not being in control.”

you were silent, thinking carefully of what to say next. ellie was internally begging for you to say something, anything.

“love means taking risks and being out of your comfort zone, els,” you whispered quietly, “take the leap.”

ellie soaked in your words. take the leap. take the leap. take. the. leap. 

her hand cupped your cheek and she leaned in, pressing her lips against yours, tasting the salt of your tears. ellie’s lips moved gently against yours, not wanting to show any urgency toward you.

she felt your hand creep up to the side of her neck, rubbing against her soft skin as you deepen the kiss. 

ellie pulls away, leaning her forehead against yours, “i’m sorry, baby. please, i can’t bear being without you,” she whispers, “i’m so, so sorry. i’ll never be an asshole to you again.” 

“i’ll forgive you this one time, williams,” you murmur, “but don’t take my kindness for weakness.”

ellie pulled away, taking her acoustic guitar out of her bag and placing it in her lap.

“here, let me sing you a song i know you’ll love.”

ellie’s fingers strummed the strings, playing a chord.

i’ve never known someone like you

tangled in love, stuck by you

from the glue

her voice sang the lyrics to your favorite song, eliciting that beaming smile she’d missed so badly.

don’t forget to kiss me 

or else you’ll have to miss me

i guess i’m stuck forever by the glue

a tear rolled down your cheek, as you were overwhelmed with joy at the site of her singing. something not too many had the privilege of experiencing. 

finding the right words to use for this song

i have you in mind

so it won’t take so long

never thought i’d find you

but you’re here and so i love you

as the lyrics left ellie’s lips, she knew she’d chosen the right song to sing for you. as this song described everything you both have gone through, being attached to each other like glue.

i’m not wrong when i say i’ve been stuck

by the glue onto you

i’ve been stuck by glue

right onto you

i’ve been stuck by glue

the song came to an end, and ellie placed the guitar down, feeling unnerved from you watching her sing for the first time. you sniffle and smiled, throwing your arms around her and hugging her tightly.

“i loved it! you were amazing, els!” you quipped, inciting a small laugh from ellie.

“glad you liked it, babe.”

you pull away slightly to face her, “gosh, how i missed you,” you exasperate, “it was torture having to ignore you for days.”

ellie lets out a laugh, “oh yeah? if anything, i think out of the both of us, you’re the meaner one.”

you smile and shrug your shoulders, “what can i say, williams? you bring out that side to me.”

ellie smiles and pecks your cheek, “and you bring out the softer side to me, baby,” she points out, “isn’t it ironic? we’re total opposites yet we bring these sides out of each other.” 

“yeah, it is a bit funny,” you giggle, “but i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

♡♡♡♡♡♡

[nramv]

Oh..

[lesmerri]

Work Out

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend decided to start going to the gym about a year ago and you cannot get enough of her.

Warnings: nsfw headcanons, smut, riding her abs, manhandling, vaginal fingering, strap on's, spanking, slight choking.

Gym!Ellie who originally started going to the gym to get abs. It was just something she thought was cool at first. Who didn't notice you simping over her new look until she sent you a pic of her at the gym, sports bra and shorts, muscles on full display. Only then did she start sending you pics more often.

Gym!Ellie who purposely works out in front of you at home when you're trying to focus on something important. Hiding a cocky little smirk when you shift on the couch unable to look away.

Gym!Ellie who knows you keep her gym pics in a little folder on your phone and purposely does different poses in each and wears your favourite set of hers.

Gym!Ellie who digs her fingers into your hips as your wet cunt drags across her abs, your bodies flat together, panting in her ear. Who pulls your hips closer to help you move better and can't help but bring a hand back and spank you as you do so.

Gym!Ellie who shoves her sleeves up at any opportunity to show off her muscles. Who makes sure to look in your direction every time she does it making you shake your head at her.

Gym!Ellie who doesn't just gain abs from the gym. Who can manhandle you in bed or on the couch to get on top of you whenever she wants. Who does have better endurance leaving you soaked and whimpering beneath her, her fingers covered in your slick and cum.

Gym!Ellie who, in continuation, can pound you with her strap for longer, constantly slowing down or quickening her pace to tease you. Who holds your wrists tight above your head in one of her hands or around the expanse of your neck.

[puppy4her]

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thinking about mean!ellie sitting back as you rode her strap. her hands groping your ass as you bounced up and down. whenever you went too slow she would whisper in your ear.

“awh is it too big for you?”

“c’mon pretty, you can go faster then that.”

“you are going so slow. you know, someone who really wanted too cum would be going a lot faster. maybe we should just stop.”

a grin would stretch across her face as you started babbling and whining about how you really want too cum. pleading and begging her not too stop. a few stray tears running down your cheeks.

she would laugh and coo mockingly as the fat tears ran down your cheeks. she would grip your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises blooming across the skin in the morning.

“only im allowed too mark you up, no one else can touch my pretty girl, right?”

thinking about neither of you ever being quiet. your whining and whimpering along side her constant mocking and praise.

she would kiss all over your face. being so soft with her girl. she would roughly suck bruises into the skin on your neck. she would bite down on your collar bones. suck pretty little bruises near your tits as they bounced.

every time you would whine about being sore or tired.

“oh my poor little baby.”

“just such a good girl, being so good bouncing on my cock, making me feel so good.”

she would love to make you feel dumb. loved taking on the role of the knight in shining armour who saved her damsel in distress. how could she not? you just lost all your words as soon as her hands were on you. looking so beautiful as she rutted up into you.

[dearbaes]

I WANNA FEEL SOMETHING

farmer’s daughter!you get back from college for the summer and the farm’s newest helping hand happens to be farm-hand!ellie who also just so happens to be such a nerd, proving to be of great academic help. as the tension thickens between you and your father’s worker… you both start to fall for each other.

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content: pwp, very slight use of y/n (I’m sorry…), slow burn, sweet virgin & college student!reader, kinda experienced!ellie, strap use, praise kink, kisses, marking (hickeys, bites), ellie’s gay panic

word count: ~ 3.4k words

Your father hated ever asking for help.

When you went to college, he insisted he could take care of the farm by himself but it was far from the truth. Old age tended to weaken people physically, and for some, it strengthened them mentally. Your dad was like that— although old, he was stubborn.

But pretense would only get him so far. Eventually he hired someone to take care of things around the farm. You hadn’t met them yet but you’d heard they were great at work that your dad could finally put his rest up.

The sun was beating down over the field when you dragged your suitcase out of the car and unlocked the gate using your spare key. The fencing was perfect, stalls and barns were cleaned.

You nodded to yourself, a smile finding its way to your lips. Whoever your dad had hired was definitely competent enough to do almost all of the work all by herself.

That’s when you saw her.

Ellie Williams— a woman with short auburn hair and the prettiest set of green eyes you’d ever set your own on. Your lips parted a little in awe as she smiled and waved at you. And then, she started walking over to you— which strangely enough made you quite nervous.

You stood there like your shoes had grown roots into the ground as Ellie finally stopped a few feet away, “hey. I’m Ellie! I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of me, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m y/n.” you said with a smile.

Ellie reached her hand forward instantly, not to shake yours, but to take your luggage. Your eyes widened slightly and you pulled it away quickly.

“N-no, wait, I got it—!”

“Allow me, please,” she said insistently before taking it from you anyway and although you didn’t want to mention it to her you were so glad for that. Your hands hurt from hauling so much of your stuff back from your dorm because city life had really spoiled you.

Ellie helped you carry your things back to the house, putting things down for a few seconds on the porch as she unlocked the door.

“I’m sure your father would be very happy to see you,” Ellie said, “I’ll leave it here if it’s okay,” she said at the threshold.

“Yeah,” you said, taking the suitcase handle which was a little warm from Ellie’s hand, “thank you, you really didn’t have to.”

“I figured I am here to help out.” She said simply, shrugging.

Before you could reply, Ellie turned her back and walked out to the field to continue her work. She was sweet. She left a soft scent of something floral and hay in the air when she left. You’d stay and chat if you didn’t have a shit lot of assignments to get done so you kicked your shoes off and walked in.

“Dad! I’m home!”

“Kitchen!”

His familiar voice called from down the hall. At first you walked towards the sound then before you realised it you broke into a little jog— you had missed your dad. The moment you entered, you didn’t let him step away from the kitchen counter and hugged him tightly.

“Oof—!”

He wrapped his arms around you too.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“What’re you makin’...?”

Your dad smiled and pulled away from the hug.

“Tomato soup.”

You giggled. “My favourite.”

“Mhm.”

You looked into the pot where the soup warmed, just looking into it made you realise how hungry you were. Your dad pulled you away from the stove slowly.

“Take a shower first.”

“But I’m hungry.” You pouted.

He smiled but remained firm, “shower.”

“Okay fine.” You said rolling your eyes playfully before you left for your room.

Your room wasn’t lived in for so long and it showed. A very faint layer of dust covered most of the furniture. You knew that your dad made sure it was cleaned every now and then just to make sure it was livable when you did come back. At his old age, you could only imagine it was hard doing chores around the house. You wished desperately you could’ve studied at a university close by home but your dad wanted you to go to the prestigious one in the city that offered you a scholarship. How could you refuse him when he looked at you with that much pride and hope?

After showering and putting most of your clothes and belongings away, you made your way downstairs.

“I’m going to be outside if you need me,” he said, “I already made you a plate. Eat and rest up.”

You nodded with a grateful smile, “thanks, dad.”

“Mhm.”

You had gotten so used to living by yourself at your dorm, you’d forgotten what it was like to eat a proper, fresh, warm home cooked meal. You’d been living off of instant noodles cups and you desperately wished your dad didn’t know that. He’d be so sad if he did.

It was just you and him.

You knew you meant the world to him.

After eating, you walked outside the house in search of him but didn’t find him around, it was pretty normal. The field was big and maybe he was just elsewhere.

You turned to go back inside— through the corner of your eyes you noticed it; Ellie. She was brushing a horse very carefully, her eyes focused and hand steady. Something in her eyes suggested genuine love towards the animals she cared for and fed everyday.

You walked a little closer, subconsciously smiling at the scene.

Ellie looked up and saw you— “oh, hey.”

You waved shyly. “Hi.”

“Are you lookin’ for your father?”

“No—”

The words escaped you before you could stop yourself. Sure, you loved your dad. You missed him while you were away but now, you also wanted to spend some time getting to know the help he hired.

“So what’re you out here for? I don’t reckon you know how to do any of this.” Ellie said, genuinely not meaning any disrespect through her words even if her phrasing suggested a little bit of an edge.

“I actually used to help around here when I was in middle school and high school.”

Ellie’s eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” You took the brush from her, gently brushing the horse in place of her, “I miss working.”

“Miss working?” Ellie scoffed, “I get up at an unholy hour to get everything started and—!”

“That’s the difference between us, Ellie, this is my dad’s farm. It holds sentiment in my heart.”

That shut Ellie up for a bit. She fell into deep thought, then nodded.

“I understand that…”

“You have really pretty eyes.”

The suddenness of the compliment caught her off guard. Her freckled cheeks flushed the color of fresh red roses. Something about making her blush like that was addictive. Like you wanted to do it over and over just to watch the way her lips would press together firmly to try to hold herself back from blurting out weird things.

“Thank you.” She finally said, her cheeks still rosy as she quickly took the brush away from you to keep brushing the horse herself.

Your smile widened, a little playful now, “so… tell me about you.”

“What about me?”

“Anythin’.”

“Anythin’...? Umm— I’m Ellie Williams—”

“—bingo.”

“—I like… action comics.”

“Ooh!” You crossed your arms, “what else?”

“I like sketching.”

“Are you any good?”

Ellie blinked, as if genuinely trying to remember her own art to judge herself. She shook her head and kept her hand working through patient, careful strokes of the brush.

“I think I’m decent. I try not to think about perfecting my pieces too much.”

“That’s an unusual thing for an artist to say.”

“Why? Do you… make art?”

You blinked at her.

“What’s art to you?”

“Anything that takes creative space. Art varies. For some people it’s a pencil and paper, for some others it’s clay and a pottery wheel.”

“I like you already.”

Ellie paused, she didn’t respond to the subtle compliment, she backtracked to her question instead.

“So what kind of art do you do?”

“I carve… sometimes.”

“As in stone?”

“Yeah.”

Ellie stopped brushing to look at you with a genuinely bewildered look, “you’re the first person I’ve ever met that carves stone. I wouldn’t have ever guessed. You have really soft hands for—” she caught herself midway staring at your hands, “I mean— I—”

Your soft laughter cut her off. Her embarrassment flared.

“Stop being gay. Stop being gay—” Ellie’s brain kept repeating. She felt like she was a traffic light flashing the color red. She was sure the heat radiating from her cheeks was contributing to global warming.

“It was really nice meeting you, Ellie.”

“Yeah, of course, thank you— I mean— I’m—” Ellie stopped speaking and took a deep breath, exhaled. Then she replied, “the pleasure’s all mine.”

You turned with a last nod to her.

As you walked back in, you saw your father.

“Where were you?” He asked.

“I think I broke your farmhand!” You called back, giggling as you walked back inside the house without context.

-

Studying long hours in your dorm room, while you were back in the city, had become an unhealthy habit. You were a human being that required to be out in the sun for a bit too— much to your dismay. That’s why, today you sat outside, a textbook open on your lap and a laptop propped on top of that as you watched a lecture with your earbuds in.

Ellie worked around you.

You sat in a chair that was placed close by shade in case you needed it or got too hot.

She saw the way you squinted every five minutes, like the laptop had personally challenged you to a fistfight.

Eventually, she stopped pretending she wasn’t watching you. She stood close by your chair and peered over your shoulder— then with the calmest voice she murmured,

“You’re using the wrong proof.”

“... what?”

You turned your head around and took a once over of her. Her shirt was covered in horse hair. You both stared at each other.

“What?” Ellie asked innocently.

“You’re covered in horse hair.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“... Why do you know about differential equations?”

Ellie shrugged, “I do some light reading.”

“Light?” You scoffed, “light???”

“Yeah, just a little—”

“Do it.” You offered up your notebook to her with a pencil.

Ellie took it from you, and used the barn’s wall as a plane surface to press it again, pencil scribbling on as she quickly solved it. It took her just about a minute before she returned it to you, and proceeded to get back into work.

You stared at it, then checked the mark scheme.

“Holy moly…”

Ellie looked over, “did I do it wrong?”

“No, you did it right.”

“Then why do you sound so—?”

“How are you good at everything?”

Ellie opened her mouth to answer but you went on.

“Oh my gosh, you have to teach me. Please, please, please!”

How could she say no when you asked her so nicely?

You both sat close by, knees almost touching as she showed you how to apply formulas mid-work. Every now and then, she’d disappear to fill water troughs and you didn't mind. It was cute watching her doing her little run to join you again.

Within minutes you’d already gotten a great part of your homework assignment done thanks to Ellie and her… “light reading”. You weren’t complaining, of course. This just meant you had more free time on your hands to lounge around, scroll endlessly and sleep in.

“You help around so much singlehandedly,” you said, watching her fixing the fencing.

“You said you did too when you were here,” Ellie said through a grunt.

You shifted weight from one foot to another, playing with the ends of your hair, “well… I wasn’t alone when I did stuff around here. Dad always helped. But he’s not in any condition to help you.”

Ellie glanced up.

“You really loved workin’ here, huh?”

“Yeah.”

A moment of silence. She stood straight.

“How about you help me then?”

“Me? Help you?” You smiled, “I’d like that.”

“Yeah, but not too much work,” Ellie laughed, “and not in front of your father. He’ll chew me up.”

Your smile brightened and you lunged at her— throwing your arms around her. “Ah, thank you!!”

Ellie almost stumbled back. “Woah—!”

“This means more to me than you know.”

“Alright, alright— no hugging!” Ellie said but you didn’t let go and just smiled on. She groaned loudly and exaggeratedly before giving in, wrapping her lean yet toned arms around your body.

“That’s more like it,” you said cheerfully.

The next morning, you were up before the sun was, you pulled on a pair of scuffed overalls that strangely fit you well, considering the last time you’d been in those clothes was when you were in high school. You brushed your hair back, and got down on the field, stretching your arms out.

You heard the sound of boots on the ground and Ellie appeared. “Oh, hey, I thought you bailed.”

“Never.”

And you both started working.

You realised Ellie didn’t just work with her hands, she worked with her brain. She used efficient tricks to get her work done faster even though she seemed to favour quality more than pace. She was simply a natural at farm work.

Strangely enough, all the animals seemed to love her presence as well.

“You’re really good at this.”

“You flatter me too much,” Ellie said, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her real feelings.

“I’m genuine.”

“Thank you.”

You smiled. “Do you… like working here or do you do it for the money?”

Ellie looked at the expanse of the farm. “Sometimes it gets tiring. But I work for them,” she nodded to the animals.

That’s when you realised— you were falling.

Hard.

-

One thing led to another and before you knew it, you laid there in Ellie’s room. The ceiling fan groaned with every spin, the soft summer breeze made your nipples perk under your thin shirt. Your dad had gone to run some errands.

“Your dad’s gonna kill me if he finds out,” she said as she unbuckled her belt.

You watched her belt click open and fall to the ground along with her shorts leaving her naked save for her boxers. Your pussy squeezed at the sight alone. Her nipples were pierced, body lined with lean muscles and some faint scars that you were sure carried interesting stories.

“Baby,” you spread your legs out a little wider so she could see how wet you were, almost as if you were luring her in with your wet cunt, “I need you so bad, please just fuck me like a bad girl…”

Ellie hooked her thumbs around the waist of her boxers and slid them down her legs, tossing them into the pile of clothes on the ground.

“Have you ever done this before?”

You shook your head. “I’m… I’ve never really even touched myself.”

Ellie raised a brow as she sat at the edge of the bed, hand on your thigh, “then it’ll hurt baby.”

“I know,” you muttered, “but I want this. I want you.”

“Okay, just because you look so fuckin’ irresistible when you speak like that,” she got up and opened a drawer, looking in for something.

“Ellie,” you called.

“Yeah?” She didn’t turn as she continued searching.

“You have a really nice butt,” you said with a grin.

You didn’t see it, but you knew she was blushing.

“Thanks…”

She put on a harness carefully, securing it around her waist. What jutted out from the middle almost made you lose your breath, it looked like a silicone dick. You stared at her climbing back onto the bed.

“You still wanna do this?” She asked as she applied lube to the shaft, running her hand on the length.

“Yeah,” you gripped the sheets a little harder, “I’m positive.”

Ellie moved closer until the head of the toy rubbed against your folds. She gripped both your hands with her own, her thumbs rubbing circles on them as she slowly pushed herself inside. You didn’t feel anything at the start until the flared base pushed inside you, making your cunt stretch around the toy almost excruciatingly.

“El—” you breathed in sharply, “wait, wait—!”

“Yeah, I’m not moving,” she said calmly, “let me know when I should though.”

You nodded, “it’s just— it’s bigger than I expected. I thought I’d be fine—”

“You don’t have to rely on anything you’ve read online. Real sex is different,” Ellie said simply, kissing your forehead, “just take your time, sweetheart.”

Your pussy fluttered at that, “I like it when you call me that,” you murmured shyly.

“Is that so? Does that make your pretty pussy wetter?” Ellie grinned, reaching her hand down to rub circles on your clit.

You gasped as you squeezed her other hand, “that feels good…”

“Yeah?”

Ellie leaned closer and allowed more inches of the strap inside, filling you up entirely. She pushed to the hilt and kissed your forehead again.

“You’re doing so well, baby.”

“I’m so full, it’s in my tummy…”

“Yeah, I know, sweet girl. I know,” Ellie leaned herself back so you could admire the way her toned abdomen flexed every time she pistoned her hips forward.

The toy moved in and out of you at a slow, gentle pace. Her hand on your clit ensured you were always pleasured even if your pussy getting stretched hurt. After a little bit of the repeated motion, you knew you were wetter. You felt it dripping out.

The silicone dick was soaked.

Ellie was having the time of her life.

“That’s my sweet girl. Look at me.”

Your face was only getting redder. You still obeyed and turned your eyes to hers, looking at her through your lashes.

“There she is,” Ellie groaned as if she could feel your tight pussy around the strap.

She started getting a little faster.

“Ellie—! Wait… wait, oh, oh— nnnnghh…”

“Does that feel good?” Ellie asked, gently guiding one of your legs up over her shoulder.

“What’re you—? Ah! Oh, that’s deeper!”

The air between you two was thick with patience and love, the scent of sex wafting through the air. It didn’t take long for a thin sheen of sweets to decorate Ellie’s abs, your pussy juices flowing continuously as she pumped the strap inside. The constant friction made your walls pulse with need.

Your legs felt numb.

There was a knot in your stomach.

“Ellie— Ellie, slow down, I think I’m gonna pee myself.”

Ellie smirked, “no, you’re not.”

“Ellie, I really am—! I can’t hold it, I’m— oh my God!”

As you cried out and hid your face with both hands, your pussy squeezed and came around Ellie’s strap. She slowly eased herself out to show you the soaked toy.

“You came, baby, that’s your orgasm.”

You blinked. “O-oh.”

Ellie smiled— taking a second to adore how you looked all ruined for her. She couldn’t believe it herself; the farm she worked for… she fucked the owner’s daughter. She took that very girl’s virginity. But she couldn’t help it. The thrill of how wrong this was only turned her on more— before she knew it— she drove forwards and—

Schlik!

You cried out, “Oh! I’m sensitive, Ellie!”

“I know, baby, I know. But you’re gonna take me, right?”

You nodded, your cheeks red with embarrassment as she fucked you a little harder than before, making the bed creak under you two. Your moans came soft, broken.

Every thrust inside made your legs feel a little more numb than before.

She slammed inside and ground the tip of the strap against your cervix making you cry out and kick your legs— you really were too precious. Your moans were soft and adorable to Ellie.

All she wanted to do was pin you down and fuck you harder but she knew she needed to have adequate restrain on herself.

She pressed her body flush against yours, “come here, pretty girl.”

Before you could react, she pinned both your hands over your head with one of her hands as her lips found your bare skin.

She nipped, bit and left marks. Every time she sucked another dark hickey on your breast, you only whined and struggled weakly against her hold on you. She had total control on you and you weren’t complaining.

You liked this. You enjoyed this.

“Ellie, I’m— I’m cumming again!” You said, but she kissed you, silencing your whines.

When you came the second time you swore you passed out for a bit. But you knew you were safe because you were in Ellie’s arms— the only person your father trusted to take care of the farm, and soon… you.

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[infctedly]

feral ellie can't help herself in the morning ...

cw — ellie luvs smelling reader (down there), implied pussy eating at the end, written with farm ellie in mind <3

"mmh ... "

your bleary eyes slowly flutter open at the crack of dawn — the odd sensation of something nudging against your clothed privates jolting you awake.

it takes a moment for your sleepy brain to recognize the figure below; ellie laying between your legs with her face pressed right against your warm cunt, inhaling deeply each time.

"e-ellie ...? what're you ..."

she takes her face away from you for just a few seconds once you speak, glancing up at your groggy state with a slightly exasperated look. like she couldn't bare to have her nose be even a few inches away from your heat right now.

"shh, shh, just .. lay there, pretty. m' almost done." she murmurs lowly, immediately pressing her nose back against you. you let out a small, broken whimper as the tip of her nose prods your clit over the soft fabric of your panties.

ellie continued to sniff the scent of your heat obsessively, her strong arms wrapped firmly around your thighs for some leverage — and to ensure that you couldn't move away from her. she got more desperate as she went on, resorting to mouthing at the dampening material of your underwear. she softly licked and sucked over the fabric where your clit was, causing your back to slightly arch and a few more quiet moans to slip past your lips.

your hand reaches down, gently threading your fingers through her auburn locks. your hips occasionally bucked up against her mouth, becoming needier for more friction.

and the moment she felt you becoming desperate too? she lost all restraint and hastily tugged your panties down.

she pressed her nose against your now-bare cunt and inhaled once more, letting out a guttural groan now that she could really smell you.

... but once you notice her wetting her lips with her tongue, you knew you'd now be getting a whole lot more than just smelling.

[misserabella]

ପ look like an angel ଓ

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…

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

-

ellie williams was not a good person. she was rough, harsh and couldn’t care less about the rest. she liked very few people. and had two friends: jesse and dina. but she also was very popular. she was the best dealer in her college, and had a million of girls fawning over her shoulders for god knows why. she didn’t really care about them anyways.

not when there was you.

you and your beautiful smile, which seemed to brighten up any room you were in. you and your sweet perfume, which made her want to hide on your neck for hours on end. you and your soft voice, bambi eyes and soft perfect hair…

you were shy, always talking with your honey sweet voice that made her bones melt. you were also smart, the smartest girl in your whole course, though you never really showed it off.

you loved white, and soft colors, but you’ll always go for a baby pink. your lips were always shining in a pinkish gloss that distracted ellie a little bit too much, but not as much as the tiny skirts and stockings that you liked to wear on a daily basis.

you looked like a doll, like a goddamn angel.

and maybe you were, ‘cause you were so… innocent.

you didn’t like drinking, or smoking, or parties. you’ve never dared to go to one. just the thought of it gave you goosebumps. and you’ve never even thought about the possibility of taking drugs.

your days were calm. always the same routine. go to college, get to your dorm, study and go to bed. it was simple. but you always had time for yourself though; reading a book, writing on your journal, listening to pop music…

the perfect student. the perfect girl.

and ellie… well. ellie was ellie. a complete opposite from you.

she was kind of a mess. always on her own world. she never took notes in class, instead filling notebooks with her drawings. she still passes with straight A’s her tests though —something Dina couldn’t really believe, always saying that she was bribing the teachers with free weed—.

she wore black. mostly. or things such as sweats and tank tops. and obviously, no makeup. as her father said once… not very girly. but she didn’t really cared. her hair was always in a bun somehow, half up or all the way up. and quiet. she liked to listen, and watch.

that’s why she knew so many things about you even if she hadn’t talked to you once. not once in the whole course even when you sat together on most of your classes.

you were always alone and by the windows, liking the silence and the views that the garden of the school offered you. you didn’t have anything else to look at from that to the chalkboard, since to your right was sitting ellie. and you never looked mat ellie.

you couldn’t, ‘cause your heart would start to beat too fast and your cheeks would flush. at first you thought the feeling in your stomach anytime she would be near was fear. she was quite intimidating. but then you started to notice that you’d stare a little bit too much at her.

she was always listening to music. she also played some sports from time to time with jesse and his friends —she likes to exercise and you could see that in the muscular yet thin body that she had—. she had a scar on her right eyebrows and the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen, always rimmed in a reddish color. she had freckles too, and auburn hair that shone when the sun hit her. she was popular. way too popular. with all the girls of your class head over heels for her. you would blush anytime they’d gossip about her, talking about her muscles, and her tattoo, and…

her hands.

the girls had said something about her hands, about how good the looked, and ‘how good they could make them feel’. you didn’t really knew how her hands would make them feel good… maybe if ellie played with their hair?

also, having them around their necks. you’d frowned. wouldn’t that hurt? i mean in the series that your dad watched, it didn’t look alright… since characters would die by it and stuff.

but you had to agree that her hands were pretty, nails short and slim large fingers.

you looked away when you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

shit. you were staring again.

why were you feeling so hot all of a sudden? you were feeling kind of sticky too.

you sighed in relief when you heard the class being dismissed, quickly getting everything on your backpack to leave the class. ellie got the last goodbye of your perfume when you dashed by.

you were quick to get to your locker, opening it to show cute decorations and pictures, along with books and notebooks.

you were putting some stuff inside your backpack when suddenly a voice startled you.

“hey beautiful.” you turned around to face a boy with brown eyes and short wavy brown hair. you flushed, ‘cause you didn’t know him at all, and you were shy with strangers. he smiled. “i was just wondering if you’d be up to letting me take you out on a date.” your eyes shot open. “you know… you could always wear one of those pretty skirts for me. would make it so much easier once we get in the back of the car.” he stepped closer, and you backed up until your back was hitting your back.

“uhm… i don’t think…”

“come on, don’t be a prude. you’re basically asking for the attention, i can almost see your whole fucking ass.” you squealed when you felt his hand land on it, grabbing your skin and harshly digging his fingers. you were about to push him away when someone else was doing it for you.

the boy cursed when he received a good solid right hook straight to his nose, making it start bleeding.

“she said no, fucking asshole.” and then your heart was beating like crazy again, ‘cause i’m front of you was standing ellie williams, with a scowl on her face and her knuckles bathed in blood. you stared at her, and then at the boy. “if you wanted a little bit of skin contact you should have asked me. i have plenty to give.” she smirked, devilish, before punching again.

when dina and jesse finally came up to her to calm her down, the guy was already bleeding on the floor, and her knuckles were burning up.

but she wasn’t really listening to their worried questions, ‘cause she was looking at you.

“are you okay?”

-

after that, you and ellie grew closer. she made you feel safe. she kept you safe. no more guys had even dared to stare at you. but people seemed to approach you more since they’d seen you around her. something ellie really didn’t like.

“ellie…, you need to stop being so mean.” your doe eyes were staring at her, your soft voice making her heart beat faster. “they were just being nice.” you said as a pair of girls had come up to you to tell you how much they loved your outfit.

“a little bit too nice.” she muttered, one of her arms surrounding your shoulders to pull you flush close to her side. your stomach jumped. “although is true, you look really pretty today princess.” she smiled, and you blushed.

you stuttered and a smirk took over her lips.

“why are you getting so shy about now, hm? look at me sweet girl.” she said, leaning closer and down to catch your eyes.

“nothing. thank you ellie.” you gave her a sweet and shy smile. and she had to stop the urge to just kiss the hell out of you then.

fuck, had you ever even been kissed before?

“you’re welcome, angel.”

you opened the door to your dorm room, and ellie thought she might as well be a genius, ‘cause of course this was heaven and you were indeed an angel.

it smelled of your sweet perfume and cherries —probably due to the difusor on your desk—. it was filled with pink and books, and cute pictures everywhere. you had even your own little plants sitting on your window. they were being well taken care of, petals on full display and color. trinkets were laying everywhere, and it was clean and tidy. you even had plushies on your bed. ellie’s heart squeezed when an image of you hugging them to sleep went through your mind. jesus christ. you were so cute…

ellie just wanted to move in. stay in there forever. change her place with your plushies and hold you herself.

ellie took a seat on your bed, and soft blankets received her. you looked at her, and a happy smile crossed your plushy lips.

“what are you smiling at, hm?” she inquired.

“dunno. just… like you here.” you shrugged, cheeks flushing.

“i like being here too, baby.” she smiled and you blushed.

you two spent some time together watching some films, and talking. ellie loved to hear you talk, even if you were sometimes a little bit too shy to try.

now, ellie was smoking.

of course you knew she smoked, you really didn’t mind her doing it on your room as well. you also knew that ellie dealt weed. everybody knew. but you had never gone anywhere near it. so this was a first time for you. it interested you though. you’d always been scared of it. in the end it was a drug and drugs were harmful, but this one… this one seemed good. it made ellie feel good. more relaxed. and it made her happy. laugh more. talk more. get closer…

she always made sure to not let the smoke of the blunt even go near you, always blowing it away from you. you still could smell it around the room, that earthy calming smell now fusing with your own. ellie couldn’t love more the idea of leaving something ‘hers’ in your room, to leave a mark.

she was laughing, but her heart was slow, you could feel it on your back as she had pulled you in between her legs. you couldn’t help but blush at the touch. she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. not with you. you were as soft as she had imagined, and warm. so warm it was making it hard to hug you closer. and being high only made it worse.

“ellie…” you said, your eyes on the blunt in between her fingers.

“what is it pretty girl?” she muttered, putting away with a strand of your hair that had fallen on your face.

“can i… try it?” you muttered, eyes shiny and full of curiosity.

“you want to try smoking? you sure about that baby?” she made sure, and you nodded. “okay.” she smiled, and gently passed you the blunt. her hands were so warm it made your cheeks flush. you liked it. liked it when she kept you close. your stomach did funny things when she would touch you. “you need to inhale softly, alright, we don’t want you choking.” you nodded once again. slowly pulling it to your glossy and pink lips. you took a soft drag, making your throat burn. you felt the need to cough, but you waited it out, blowing out the smoke again. ellie’s smile grew. “there she is. atta girl.”

you squirmed at her praise, whole body running hot. you two shared the joint ‘till it burned out. taking soft drags that slowly became deeper and harsher. your mind was getting fuzzy, and your body was tingly. also ellie had started to draw little circles with her thumb on your thigh, caressing your skin. and you were shaking.

“how you feeling, baby?” your eyes were glassed over, and half lidded, rimmed in red.

“feels good els.” a silly smile crept up your face and she smiled as well.

“yeah?”

you nodded, snuggling into her chest. and ellie knew that jesse and dina would have probably teased her about how her whole face flushed red.

shit. she was in deep.

you loved it. how she made you feel. how your heart raced and your tummy filled with butterflies. but there was something else too, this throbbing in between your legs, this uncomfortable and warm feeling that had you squirming with every new pass of her thumb over your skin.

“you okay, pretty girl?” she inquired, taking notice of your little frown.

“hurts.” you muttered in a little hurt voice that had her heart shaking.

“hurts? where does it hurt baby?” she inquired, and your cheeks flushed. you hid your face on her chest and she cooed. “hey.” she took your chin in between her index and thumb to make you look at her. she almost cursed. your eyes were half-lidded and hazy, glossed over. your lips looked plushy and red, and your cheeks were flushed in crimson. “what is it?” she asked you again, this time harsher. there was something in her eyes that made you squeeze your thighs together. she saw it. “aw… baby…” she hummed and you whimpered. “does your little pussy hurt?” you nodded, flushing impossibly red.

“uh-huh…” you hiccuped. “every time you are around.” you said, and ellie almost choked. oh god. shit. fuck.

“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…

shit.

“ellie…” you whimpered, feeling pressure building up in your stomach. something felt about to snap. and you couldn’t stop moaning. it was as if you were reaching out for something you didn’t know what it was but needed.

“you gonna cum pretty girl? of course you are… such a good girl grinding her pretty cunt on her plushy. look at you. so fucking beautiful. let go for me baby, let go.” your vision went dark, and your ears rung. you couldn’t stop moaning and whimpering, your hips unconsciously rocking against mr hops to ride out your first ever orgasm. it was like nothing you’ve experienced before. it was like dying and coming back to life at the same time.

ellie groaned, holding you through it, your back arching against her chest as you fell apart. shit. she almost came on her own pants.

“that’s it, princess. now breath for me. you did amazing angel. so good for me.” she left a soft little peck on your forehead as she left soft rubs on one of your thighs. “good girl …”

-

after that night you had tried to take care of yourself like ellie had taught you. you’d hump your little bunny every night after she’d leave, trying to not make much noise so your flat mates on the other dorm rooms wouldn’t hear you. but you couldn’t make yourself cum anymore. not if she wasn’t there with you. you had started to wonder if instead of your plushy ellie would ever make you feel good too. touch you there.

one night, you were huffing, grinding down on your bunny unable to cum —like every other night—. every time you’d get close, the feeling would fade away and leave you tearing up and rolling in your bed without knowing how to make the ache go away.

that’s why, when you couldn’t take it anymore, you got up on your wobbly legs, you put back on your panties and pj shorts and went to her dorm. she opened after you left two knocks on her door.

ellie’s face completely changed when she saw the tears falling down your cheeks.

“woah, hey, hey…” she cooed when you jumped to her arms. “you okay sweet girl? what happened?” you hiccuped and held you closer to her chest.

“ellie please help me…” you whimpered and she pulled you into her dorm, closing the door.

“what is it baby? what’s wrong?” she rubbed your back as you squirmed.

“i can’t… i can’t make myself feel good anymore like you taught me. it hurts…” you cried.

“aw, baby… you can’t make your pretty little pussy cum, hm?” she cooed, and you nodded. “mr hops can’t make you feel good anymore?” your heart skipped a beat at her soft teasing.

“stop teasing me… it’s mean.” you pouted, and she falsely frowned and mimicked you.

“am i being mean to you baby?” she continued on her teasing. you nodded and she cooed. “you poor thing…” her thumb pulled from the pout on your face, pressing against your bottom lip.

your heart seemed to skip a beat, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

“my poor pretty little thing.” you blushed. “aren’t you sweetheart?” your stomach jumped, her voice low and silky. it was making you feel silly.

“don’t do that…” you shyly muttered and she smirked.

“do what?”

“talk to me like that. it’s making my stomach feel all funny.” you sighed, feeling your face and neck burning up.

“your stomach?” you hummed. “is it a bad funny or a good funny?” she stepped just the littlest bit closer. and that feeling went south from your stomach, down and down and down and… you gasped a little bit when her free hand took a hold on your hip. she wasn’t even touching you and yet you felt like melting under her fingertips.

“good.” ellie’s fingers squeezed your hip. she hummed, low, and you almost trembled.

“does it feel good too if i do this?” she inquired as she leant closer, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. you nodded. “and this?” another one to your jaw. her face didn’t pull away, her lips trailing lower when you nodded once again. you let out a little whine when she kissed over your pulse, your head tilting to give her more room. it felt too good. m

“feels good els…” you muttered and she almost groaned. fuck. your voice was airy, and so needy…

“you know… there are places where it feels even better.” she said, and your eyes shined with curiosity.

“yeah?” you breathily inquired and she hummed.

“want me to show you?” you nodded, and she smiled before leading you to your bed, where you two sat. “baby, have someone ever given you a kiss?” you frowned, but before you could talk she was getting the doubt out of your head. “on your lips honey.”

you blushed. so much you swore you’d actually burst in flames. you looked into her eyes and then away as you shook your head. ellie’s chest felt lighter. no one had ever kissed you before. fuck.

“want me to give you one?” your eyes went back at hers, and then fell to her lips. they were so pretty it hurt. and you knew they were soft. you’d seen people kiss before. obviously. but you had always been too shy to even think about receiving one. and now ellie was offering to kiss you. for the first time in your life. and your heart was going crazy. breathing was getting harder. you nodded again. “nuh-uh, speak up pretty girl.” you were burning up.

“i want it.” you begged, and her cunt throbbed. shiiiiit. she had thought about this before. you begging for her to fuck you, to let you cum all over her fingers. even dreamed about it. but it would never compare to the actual you.

“good girl.” she said, and your thighs shook. there was wet sticky slick pooling in between your legs and making a mess of your thighs. and the throbbing of your needy pussy was making you ache. it hurt. even more when she called you that. you whimpered when you finally felt her lips against yours. ellie groaned when she heard you, pulling you closer. at first she didn’t move her lips, after a couple of seconds slowly starting to guide you into the kiss. your hands fisted her shirt, and your eyes squeezed closed. it was a strange feeling. but it felt good. too good. “open your mouth for me, baby.” you followed her orders, a little and muffled moan leaving your lips when her tongue pushed inside. one of her hands cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss. you were going for more when she pulled away. fuck. ellie was dying. she was finally kissing you. and you felt amazing. “shhh.” she stopped you, and your hazy eyes met hers.

“ellie… please.” you tugged her close.

“you want more, pretty girl?” she inquired, and you nodded, once shaking parting your lips for her. this time the kiss was deeper, if it could get any more than before, wet strokes of her tongue filling your mouth. you were being laid down on her bed, hair all over her pillows and thighs open for her.

you were letting out the most beautiful sounds, and she was getting way too horny.

“fuck. you don’t know what you do to me.” she groaned, eyes taking you in, you and your swollen glossy lips and hazy reddened teary eyes. you were flushed red, and your breath was hot.

“feels good.” you muttered, shaking under her touch, her hands now touching your hips from under your shirt.

“yeah?” you hummed. “well… there’s another place were kisses feel even better.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” she smiled, one of her hands traveling downwards. passing your belly button and down to your shorts. “right here.” you gasped when you felt her hand softly cupping your cunt over your peeking pretty cotton panties, making your eyes squeeze shit when you grinned down on her hand, seeking relief. you were soaked. “fuck baby…”

you hiccuped. “it hurts.” you pouted. you were throbbing.

“i know baby, i know…” she cooed, and you nodded. “want me to make the pain go away? want me to kiss it better for you, hm?” your cheeks flushed red. ellie wanted to kiss you there. you nodded, quickly, shyly, and she couldn’t help but groan when you whispered a little ‘yes please ellie.’ she was sucking marks down your neck as her hands pulled from your pj and underwear, making you gasp as the cold air of the room hit your drooling pussy. “fuck, angel. you’re so wet…” she said as she took a glance of the string of slick that connected your cunt to your underwear. soon enough, her thumbs were parting your lips to take a better look at you, and you were covering your face, ‘cause ellie was looking at you as if you were a fucking meal and she was starving. your back arched when you felt it. the long and torturously slow drag of her tongue thought your folds, lapping at your arousal.

“ellie!” you screamed, a moan ripping your throat. she left a little kiss to your clit before sucking it, making you whimper and gasp for air, your hands flying up to her hair and making her grunt against your cunt. she pulled you closer to her face, pulling your thighs over her shoulders and laying one of her hands down on your lower stomach to keep you pressed against the bed and still for her to devour. she had been dreaming about this for months. and knowing that no one has ever had you like this. never kissed you, or touched you, or made you moan expect her had her soaking her boxers and eating you out with need.

you couldn’t stop moaning, and whining, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gasped. ellie was telling the truth, it felt so much better than kissing. your thighs were shaking and your pussy was leaking on her tongue. it was the first time you’d ever felt this euphoria… this kind of pleasure…

and then you felt it. her tongue pushing inside of you, stretching you out. it was a new feeling. you had never felt anything like it. you’d never touched yourself. always too shy to even try, to oblivious to know the reason why your pussy would throb around the emerald eyed. and now ellie was helping you get rid of that aching feeling that tortured you every night, and you were falling apart.

“that’s it… pussy so sweet and wet…” she said, one of her fingers teasing the rim of your hole, pushing in just the slightest. you let out a scream when her middle finger pushed inside, your vision filling of colors and spots when she hit a spot deep inside as she curled it, making you sob and moan, tugging from her hair. “you sound so good. shit, angel. can’t wait to have you falling apart, creaming all over my fingers.” you didn’t know what she meant by that, but her finger was fucking into you, and you couldn’t even think.

she sucked on your puffy clit, slowly fucking in and out of you and relishing in the wet sounds that your pussy was making for her, adding another finger when she had stretched you out enough. they filled you to the brim, and so good you were choking. “ellie, ellie, ellie…” you moaned over and over again as she started to quickly curl her fingers against your g spot, making the knot growing on your stomach tighten. “ellie, i’m…, i’m…”

“you’re gonna cum, sweet girl? gonna cum all over my face?” you nodded, feeling that warmth bubbling up in your stomach, about to snap. “go ahead baby, let go for me.” your back arched as you gushed all over her fingers and lips, and she fucked you through it, humming at the taste, lapping at you like a starved women. she cleaned you up, not leaving a single drop of your come behind, helping you ride it out until you were whimpering due to overstimulation. she lapped at your sweet and sticky cum, licking clean your pushy and her fingers as she popped them inside her mouth, moaning. her chin and lips were shining, and she had this hazy look in her eyes that made your heart jump.

you opened your mouth for her when she kissed you, whimpering at the taste of your own arousal.

now that you had felt ellie’s tongue and fingers on you for the first time, you understood what those girls in your class meant by how good her fingers could make them feel…

her mouth was good too. too good. and you couldn’t stop starting at it, and her lips… and her hands. god. now you too wanted to know if they’d feel good around your…

“you’re staring pretty girl.” she smirked, and you looked away with your cheeks burning up. she chuckled, cupping your cheek to make you look at her. “nuh-uh. don’t hide from me. what is it, hm?” you looked into her emerald eyes, her thumb on your bottom lip. you shook your head, burning up. “you’re not gonna tell me?” you shook your head once again. “that’s mean angel, i want to know what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours.” you saw her lean in. “you’re gonna make me have to get it out of you?” you shivered when you felt her breath hit your jaw, and then your neck, lips soft against your skin.

you sighed, your hands gripping her shoulders as she started to tug from your shirt, your nipples hard due to your arousal as she pushed it over your head, leaving you completely exposed to her hungry eyes.

“ellie…” you whimpered when her mouth latched to your breast, sucking the bud into her mouth and leaving marks on them. and she tugged you closer, making you fall on one of her legs, the denim of her trousers meeting your cunt.

her hands landed on your ass, grinding you down on her leg and making you moan. you felt embarrassed to speak up. completely caught in the feeling of her touch.

“come on baby. speak up.” she smirked, seeing you desperately grinding down on her thigh.

“want you ellie… want you.” you whimpered, and she hummed, sucking hickeys on your neck.

“you want me pretty girl? want me to stretch your little pussy on my cock? bet you’d look so cute riding my strap for me, cumming over and over again.“ you let out a needy moan. nodding.

“yes please, want it ellie, want it…” you begged.

“lay down and open your legs for me, baby.” she said, giving you a deep kiss before leaving you in the bed to go get her black strap-on. you were flushing red, and fidgety. and your eyes widened when she got back. ‘cause that was too big. her fingers had made you feel so full already… you couldn’t imagine how that would make you feel.

you squirmed when she was back in between your legs after having discarded her jeans and own shirt, leaving her in her boxers and sports bra. you were flushing and trying to not look at her, ‘cause she looked so hot it was impossible to take. she had abs, and such a pretty waist… her thighs were strong and big, and you couldn’t help but wish to be on top of her once again riding them, this time without her jeans on the way.

“look at me angel, let me see you.” she muttered, and your eyes were back on hers. “you’re so fucking beautiful.” your cheeks were red, and your thighs were trembling under her hands. a moan left your lips when she leaned down to kiss you. her tongue pushing into your mouth and you melted, feeling her body slot in between your legs and the plastic of her strap hit your naked soaking pussy. your hips pushed against it, and she thrusted against you, making the tip bump against your clit. your back arched, and your nails dug on her shoulders.

“please, ellie… please…” you cried out. needing more.

“what is it baby? what do you want?” you were throbbing, crying at her teasing, feeling the tip sliding in between your folds and hitching at your needy hole. “speak up. want you to tell me what you need.”

“need it inside…” you begged, your voice desperate and broken, completely eaten alive by your embarrassment.

“atta girl. that wasn’t so hard, was it?” the breath hit punched out of your lungs when she pushed in, your slick making it easy to slide in the tip. she went slow. “good girls get what they want.” you whimpered, feeling your pussy stretch to take her inside. it hurt. but it hurt so good you couldn’t help but buck your hips up for more. “aw, want more darling? want more of my dick? so greedy…” she smirked, seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head when she pushed all of it inside in one go, hitting your cervix. your back arched, and her mouth was sucking bruises on your neck and chest, making you see stars. “that’s it. atta girl. taking me so good…” she groaned, the strap brushing her own clit over her panties. “good girl baby, being so good for me…” tears were spilling from your eyes from the pleasure. her praise making you tighten around the strap and sucking it right back in harder when she tried and pull out to thrust inside. “so fucking tight, shit…” she cursed, and you whimpered, feeling the tip brush that spot that had you babbling out.

her hips slowly started to pick up pace, until she was properly fucking you, wet squelches coming from your cunt, which was impossibly wet. the strap slid easily i between your walls, and rubbed ellie just were she ached the most. you two were a mess of kisses, moans and hands everywhere. your hips fucked against hers, trying to beg for more.

“ellie, ellie please…”

she groaned at your need. “you’re driving me insane.” her hips snapped harder against yours, her cock plunging inside of you deeper and harsher, making it impossible to not scream. and she shut you up the only way she knew how.

your sight went white when you felt it. the hot grip of her hand around your throat. and ellie couldn’t help but groan when you were gushing on her strap, letting out little broken moans that got cut off with every harsh thrust.

“fuck. this is what you wanted, baby? wanted my hand on your neck, hm? my poor little thing just wanted to be choked.” you moaned, your nails digging on her back as she started to piston inside of you, making your orgasm grow and grow…

“ellie! ellie stop, something’s gonna come out, something’s gonna…!” you screamed as the pressure on your lower stomach grew and warmth liquid spread all over your thighs, soaking the strap and the sheets under you. your body was being filled in pleasure. you were falling and falling and falling. you were choking on it. there was no end.

ellie grunted and fucked you through it, reaching her own orgasm when she saw you squirt all over her cock. her cum had completely soaked her boxers by the time she had stopped rutting into you, the two of you panting for air.

and even with your hair made a complete mess, your eyes red with tears and your lips swollen by your kisses… you looked like an angel.

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a/n; 🫨😵‍💫

ellie williams masterlist! <3

xxx

[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

You sat anxiously in the unfamiliar room. Your leg involuntarily shook as you scanned the area. Various types of posters and drawings were displayed along the wooden walls.

Your eyes landed on the coffee table before you, observing the different comic books and trading cards scattered across it. You let out a small huff, finding it amusing how dorky Ellie is.

"Okay, I'm ready," she says, turning to you and holding a tattoo gun in her right hand. "I don't have a tattoo chair or anything so do you mind sitting on the edge of my bed?" She asks, gesturing towards her bed.

"Yeah that's fine," you say, walking up to her bed and plopping down on the edge. She makes her way over to you, her hands in the air so she doesn't contaminate any of her tools. "Where did you want the tattoo?"

"On my thigh," you say, awkwardly fumbling with your fingers. She looks up at you, and you look elsewhere in the room. You felt incredibly intimidated by her for some reason, blushing every time she looked up at you.

"You're gonna have to take your pants off." she says casually. "Right," you say, standing up and starting to unbutton your pants. She averts her gaze around her room, obviously sensing your awkwardness.

"Is this your first tattoo?" she asks, trying to make small talk as if this interaction isn't already awkward enough. "Yeah," You say, shyly sliding your pants off. "What made you want to get a tattoo?" she asks, still facing away from you. "I've been wanting one for a while, I just couldn't find a good artist." you shrug, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Good thing you found me," she says turning around to face you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You place your hands in your lap, trying to cover your panties. You purposely wore a nice pair of underwear because you knew they would be seen but you ended up slightly embarrassed by your choice. Maybe it was a little too bold.

Ellie looks up at you, this time you hold eye contact, not on purpose though. She just happened to catch you off guard and you couldn't make yourself look away.

"Lay back." she orders, you comply and stare at the ceiling, your hands still covering your intimates. She gently grabs your wrist and moves them out of the way, taking the chance to place the tattoo stencil high up on your thigh. You look down and notice a slight smirk across her lips. "I like your panties." she says, causing you to become extremely flustered.

You don't say anything in response, you just lean back and continue to look into space. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She says, removing the stencil and grabbing her tattoo gun. "Oh it's fine, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm just nervous."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

She positioned herself between your thighs, unexpectedly pulling you closer to the edge of the bed so can work more comfortably on you. You audibly gasp at the sudden movement, but she ignores you and continues to adjust herself.

You hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun, followed by her hot breath against your inner thigh. She was significantly close to your heat, her knuckles barely grazing your slit, causing the hair on your body to raise.

You felt a lump form in your throat like you could hardly breathe. The needle suddenly pierces your skin, making you suck in a sharp breath. "You okay?" she asks, proceeding to drag the gun across your skin, causing a whine to escape your lips.

You let out a hum in response, feeling your panties become more and more drenched the longer she worked in between your thighs. As much as you hoped she wouldn't, she certainly did notice the wet spot growing on your panties.

The tension in the room was thick, you could sense her peeking up at you every couple of minutes. The lust felt like it was about to consume you, you couldn't help but squirm under her touch; partly because of the pain from the tattoo, but mainly due to the ache growing between your legs.

"Fuck," you breathe out, feeling slightly defeated. This immensely attractive girl was placed between you, inches away from the one place you yearned for her to be. You didn't even really know her though, she was just some tattoo artist your friend recommended to you. You couldn't help but feel humiliated by how obviously turned on you were by her.

You felt her knuckles graze you again, this time there was definitely more pressure applied. It was subtle but noticeable.

The buzzing sound comes to a sudden halt. You lift yourself up on your elbows and look down at Ellie in confusion, watching her set her gun down before grabbing a wipe and cleaning the excess ink off your skin.

"Are you done already?" you ask, looking down at your piece, noticing how unfinished it looks.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted." Ellie sighs, placing a bandage on your fresh tattoo and removing her gloves. After discarding the trash, she comes back and places her hand above your knee, looking up at you seductively. You felt your heart thump against your chest.

"I can come back later," you say softly, acting oblivious to her suggestive mannerisms. "I don't want you to leave," she responds, her hand slowly trailing up your thigh. She simultaneously makes her way on top of you until her face is inches away from yours, her thighs cradling you.

Your body went stiff, your breathing caught in your throat. "Relax," she says softly, using her right hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. You exhale, letting yourself loosen up. "Good girl."

She hovered over you, her eyes jumping across your features. The desperation in your eyes is evident to her. She had been studying your body language when she was tattooing you, trying to resist the urge to pin you down and fuck you the entire time. She knew you wanted her as bad as she wanted you, so she gave in to her desires.

Her hand travels down to your core, massaging you through the fabric. You let out a whimper in response. "I couldn't help but notice how wet you were," she mutters, tilting her head slightly and watching you fall apart beneath her. Her eyes were dark, full of lust.

She slid her hand under your panties and slipped two of her fingers into your entrance with ease, causing you to audibly gasp. A moan escaped her lips at how snugly you fit around her. "mm fuck, you're so tight."

She pressed her lips to yours, the kiss was intense and passionate. You moaned against her lips as she continued pumping her fingers in and out of you, her thumb finding its way to your throbbing clit and rubbing circles against it.

She made her way down to your neck, sucking on the exposed skin. The pace of her thrust quickened, and you felt her knuckles slamming against your surrounding skin. A string of moans fell from your lips as you felt the tension wither from your body. Your moans and whimpers send vibrations to her lips, waves of bliss traveling through your body. She curved her fingers inside of you, causing you to jolt.

You felt an orgasm approaching, and you gripped Ellie's shoulder as your thighs trembled. She noticed how close you were and stopped, causing you to pout. She bought her fingers to her mouth and sucked your juices off of them, humming while savoring the taste. She then snakes her fingers around the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them off and stuffing them into her jean pocket.

"Come here," she says, flipping over and pulling you on top of her. You sat on top of her shyly, your bare pussy resting on her abdomen. "Come sit on my face." She demands, putting her hands on your hips and encouraging you to scoot up. You comply, adjusting yourself until your pussy is hovering over her mouth.

She pushed your hips down and buried her face into your pussy, her tongue swirling against your folds collecting all the wetness you left for her.

"Fuck... you taste so good," she moans against you. She sucked loudly on your clit, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You grind your hips against her mouth, holding onto the headboard for support. Your cries grew louder and louder as she increased her movements.

She placed her hands on the curve of your ass, guiding you up and down her tongue. Unintelligible babbles left your mouth as she drew little shapes on your bundle of nerves.

"Ellie-" you cried, your thighs already shaking as she works her skilled tongue on you. She hums against your clit in response, wrapping her arms around your thighs to keep you on her face.

"Fuck, don't stop," you whine, your words slurred together as she continues to fuck you with her mouth. She managed to sneak her fingers into the mess, groaning at the way you clamp around her.

"You're almost there, cum for me." she says, coaxing you through an orgasm. Moans and curse words spill from your lips. "Just like that, you're doing so fucking good." she praises. Your body spasms as white flashes before your eyes, everything around you disappearing and pure euphoria consuming your body.

you continue to sloppily ride out your high on Ellie's face, your climax washes over you and she makes sure to catch every last drop of your release. You twitch as she uses her tongue to clean you up.

You pull yourself off of her, plopping down in the spot next to her. Both of you take a moment to catch your breath, sweat trickling down your faces. "How about we take a shower and then I finish your tattoo?" she asks, leaning towards you. "Sounds perfect." you smile, sitting up out of the bed and starting to make your way to the bathroom, your shy demeanor from before clearly absent. She lets out a chuckle at how eager you are, taking your hand and letting you guide her to the bathroom.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ♡

[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

[lemonbbars]

⋆ ˚｡⋆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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[van1llaxangel-deactivated202603]

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.