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a night out, your charmingly awkward girlfriend, and the lingering presence of a stranger. or in which everything is not what it seems.
warnings : ellie williams x reader. modern au. established relationship. themes of cheating/infidelity. pet names (babe, baby). brief mention of insomnia, and a brief mention of anxiety attacks. slight insecurities indicated. fluff :P
w.c : 3.8k
Ellie doesn’t particularly love going out, but she always tags along if you want her to.
She doesn’t enjoy how crowded a bar can get—doesn’t like when drunk people act as though they’re putting on a show instead of just existing.
But still, when you want a night out? She’s there.
She’s there to watch with a fond smile as you dance with your friends, and to help you hold the bathroom door shut if the lock is faulty. She’s there to help you rifle through your purse when you’re too drunk to find your chapstick. She prefers not to dance, but if you tug her along, she will. With a faint grin of amusement, and red cheeks… she will.
The thing about it is that you’ve pretty much had Ellie hooked from the moment that the two of you had met. It’s impossible for her not to humor you, honestly.
Still, Ellie would laugh whenever you got sappy, or referred to her as your dream girl. Not to discredit your sentiments, and not to mock them. She just still didn’t know how to react to your earnest adoration sometimes, despite the amount of time with which the two of you had been together.
So, Ellie would release an airy chuckle, duck her head with flushed cheeks, and mutter something smart in return.
She was good at physical affection—good at sinking into the feeling of her lips exploring over your skin, and her hands sliding around your waist. She was good at taking care of you, offering to do whatever chores she knew you would be too tired to complete, even if she was also tired. She was good at making you laugh, no matter how stupid the joke.
the morning routine ☀️
happy pride month dykes i love you dykes
[ nsfw themes, men and minors dni ]
girlfriend!ellie is so incredibly grabby whenever you fuck—not in a weird, possessive way, but because she just gets utterly entranced sometimes.
skin to skin is her goddamn thing. she’s sweet, genuinely. she’s got a nerdy side. and she also has a slutty side. of course she likes to fuck and feel good, and seeing her girlfriend get off? heaven on earth.
any part of you that can be touched? ellie’s hands are there. ellie’s lips are there. once in a relationship, she’s confident… meaning she’ll go for what she wants—which is you, obviously.
her fingers can frequently be found digging into the soft plush of your thighs, kneading at the swell of your tits, or grasping at your hips—holding and steering and guiding for more, more, more.
ellie also has the occasional habit of accidentally overstimulating you when she’s the one giving. purely because she gets utterly fixated on watching you. depending on the day, (okay, any day) she might (she does) just favor the sight of your pussy taking in her deft fingers over her favorite movie.
her hands are always quick to pry at your thighs, to palm over your knees, to slide around your waist… she’s touchy. in love. can you blame her?
summary: sometimes, vi needs you to be in control. and sometimes, you indulge her.
warnings: 18+ mdni! subby bottom!vi below, strap usage, fingering, squirting
a/n: happy pride, queer people in my phone!! shoutout to @4givethesebones for giving me the idea for this fic. subby vi is very special to meeee<3
your favorite song? vi’s moans when you kiss her neck.
she shivers the moment she feels the heat of your breath on her throat, the sweetest, softest oh leaving her parted pink lips. and when your mouth makes contact with her neck, lips soft and wet from kissing, vi can’t hold back the whiny, desperate moan that escapes her. you smile against her skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the column of her neck and admiring the way her breath stutters when you scrape your teeth over her pulse point.
vi says your name, voice hushed and pleading, and you pull back from lavishing her neck to look at her. your heart does a little jump in your chest when you see her face, her cheeks flushed a gorgeous shade of pink and her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. your hands rest on her narrow hips, thumbs rubbing absentminded circles over the waistband of her boxers.
“what is it?” you prompt her, leaning in to kiss along the angle of her jaw.
you wanna be friends forever? (i can think of something better)
sleepover with bsf!ellie except she secretly yearns and fantasizes about you. (cw: suggestive. mentions of masturbation but nothing graphic)
ellie’s room smelled faintly of weed from the ones you shared earlier, along with detergent and something sweet — the vanilla scented candle you lit up earlier now burned to a puddle on her nighstand. amber glowed from the string lights nailed messily against her wall, while the air conditioning hummed softly in the background. the room was quiet. painfully so. she didn’t like it one bit, because silence only leaves more room for thoughts she shouldn’t be having.
not to mention, you’re only a hairsbreadth away from her.
jesse and dina had ditched hours ago after movie night downstairs, leaving you and ellie to your usual routine. sleepover. weed. laughing your asses off until sunrise. and now, you have fallen asleep so soundly, unaware of the things that you’re doing to ellie. it’s almost cruel.
you looked pretty while you slept. to be fair, you looked pretty all the time. even when you’re doing the most mundane of things.
pretty when you rambled with your hands moving too fast for your words to catch up. pretty when you got excited over dumb shit at the thrift or the record store. pretty when you laughed with your head thrown back. pretty when you're high. pretty when you're wearing her clothes.
even more so when you're off of them.
ellie thought she might actually lose her mind.
this should feel easy. after all, you’ve known each other for years. you were the one who approached her first when she and joel moved to jackson. you who ignored her attitude until she eventually cracked. you who made it so easy for her to like you. you who made her feel safe.
after that, you’ve been inseparable.
you slept over at each other's houses so often maria stopped asking whose home you were staying at. you steal each other’s clothes without permission. ellie knew which hoodie of hers you liked because you always pulled the sleeves over your hands when you wore it. you knew ellie hated the crusts on sandwiches and would eat them without comment. you’d even changed in front of each other countless times, share a bath together when your heater broke off, crawl into her bed wearing tiny shorts and no bra without thinking twice, and fall asleep half on top of her during movies.
normal best friend shit, who cares?
except they don’t feel normal anymore. not to ellie, at least. it hasn’t been for a long while. now every little thing you did lodged itself under her skin.
she knew she should be grateful that she got this much from you at all. most people didn’t get to know you, look at you, lay with you the way she did. but greed was a terrible little thing.
she realized she wanted more.
you shifted. the blanket had slipped lower on you at some point, exposing more of your legs. one of them nudged between hers unconsciously, warm skin dragging against skin for half a second before settling. your shirt had twisted slightly during sleep, bunching around your waist enough to expose a sliver of skin.
jesus christ.
ellie swallowed hard. her gaze dropped again before she could stop herself.
elie pictured herself holding and touching you, like she had countless times in this very bed, with her hand shoved beneath her boxers, breathing hard into her pillow while she came with your name trapped silently in her throat. she felt sick everytime. but she wasn’t strong enough to stop it from happening either. because at least in her head, you were hers. dream-you always wanted her too.
her mind always painted the scene in painful detail.
she imagined kissing you. slow at first. her hand sliding up your waist under the shirt while you melted into her. your fingers hooking into the back of her neck. that soft little sigh you made sometimes when you got comfortable — ellie imagined swallowing it whole. then kissing down your throat next, pushing your hair aside while your pulse fluttered beneath her mouth. you’d crawl into her lap the way you always did without thinking, except this time she’d hold your hips down so intently to grind you against her. “fuck, els, please…” you’d beg as you move, your breath hot against her ear. god, she’d give it to you. she’d always do.
her fantasy only sharpened. she’d push you back carefully to the mattress, climbing over you while you laugh softly in surprise. she’d help you with your clothes, tugging on each fabric until you’re completely bare for her. then you’d kiss her impatiently, maybe guide her hands to where you want her most.
it was so vivid it made her head swim.
your fingers in her hair.
your thighs parting for her instinctively.
the little noises you’d make against her mouth.
ellie squeezed her eyes shut hard enough to see stars. fuck, what am i doing? she’s literally just sleeping beside ms. she felt disgusted. and you would be too if you found out she was over here imagining things that would probably ruin everything. she could handle wanting you quietly. but losing you? that’s something she could never live with.
ellie glanced at you for the last time, guilt making her feel sick to her stomach, before finally leaning her head back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling again.
she didn’t sleep the rest of the night.
BITTERSWEET
⋆ ˖ summary: Just weeks until ellie's exchange year ends. Borrowed time running out.
⋆ ˖ word count: 5,8k
⋆ ˖ content warnings: exchange student ellie x fem reader, friends to ... ?!?!? whatever they are man, angst and fluff, emotional sex, dry humping/thigh riding, minors dni. <3
Ellie had agreed to this, which was still a wonder to her even now.
There she was, lying on your bed at nine-thirty on a Friday night, already dressed and ready to go while you were taking your sweet time.
She had been ready for an hour. A whole hour of sitting on your bed, scrolling through her phone, playing with the hair tie she'd found under your pillow, and most importantly, trying not to fall asleep.
Every few minutes Ellie could see you lean forward toward the mirror, your face scrunched in concentration as you applied glittery eyeshadow to the corner of your eye.
You'd just finished doing your hair about twenty minutes ago, and it looked really good. You'd styled it with waves that framed your face perfectly, and Ellie had watched the whole process from her spot on your bed, unable to look away.
౨ৎ dork ellie — head cannons
♥︎ dork ellie who . . .
some mentions of smut, loser energy, au and non au head cannons, but that’s about it. enjoy !!
♥︎ dork ellie who . . . leaves little bouquets of flowers at your doorstep in Jackson every morning on her way out for patrol. ever since she had signed up, you had gotten overly worried, and she wanted to ease your anxiety in any way that she could.
she would personally pick out each flower on her way past the green houses and wrap it in your favorite color ribbon. ellie would also leave little notes about how much she loves you and how much she adores you.
♥︎ dork ellie who . . . giggles like a child when you try to show interest in her favorite topics like space and dinosaurs. she had caught you reading some of her books while waiting for her in her room and couldn’t stop laughing when you tried to tell her interesting facts. ( as if they weren’t her own books you were reading ).
she loves when you show interest in her hobbies and even finds herself looking for new books that she can read to you while on patrol.
♥︎ dork ellie who . . . is too shy to go down on you sometimes. her cheeks will flush deeply and she’ll chew on her bottom lip as she gets between your thighs. she’ll watch you intently through her lashes to make sure that she’s doing a good job. she’ll ask questions like: “is this good, baby?” or “am i doing this right?” and usually all you can muster up are incoherent whines.
because as shy as she is, her head game is really fucking good. her tongue laps at you gently and she sucks like she’s trying to take care of you as best as you can. and when you come, she licks you clean like she’s a cat because even under all her nervousness, she loves the way you taste.
♥︎ dork ellie who . . . pretends she’s spider-man when the two of you are alone in your apartment.
♥︎ dork ellie who . . . can be pretty oblivious to your signs of being horny. she takes your kisses and prods at her as a sign of being affectionate. even when you’re slowly easing your way into her lap as she reads a book on the couch, she isn’t noticing the need wrapped up in your expression. “ellie,” you’ll whine her name, suddenly squishing her boobs with your hands like a cat.
her cheeks will redden and her eyes will go wide like saucers. as if you had never touched her like that before. she’ll look at you finally, noticing the pent up desire laced into your features. “fuck me.” you’ll say finally. that’s pretty much all the words she needs for her fingers to find your slick folds.
♥︎ dork ellie who . . . met you for the first time at the winter dance and stammered over her words to ask you to dance with her. she had taken about 4-5 shots in order to get her courage up, and still ended up making a fool of herself in the process. the dance was clumsy and her feet nudged yours more times than either of you could count, but you couldn’t help but find her cute.
♥︎ dork ellie who . . . was completely a virgin to kissing when she met you. she was soo so shy about it that she even lied about having her first kiss with a girl years before. you only pried the lie out from her when you had her pinned down her bed. her face was so red that you wanted to tease her about it relentlessly.
but instead, you captured her lips in a clumsy kiss full of pent up love and affection. she was messy at first, but you didn’t mind. her lips overlapped yours, and you forced her into submission by nipping at her bottom lip. she’s so cute that when she feels the nip, all she can do is whimper.
♥︎ dork ellie who . . . makes sure every time the two of you are patrol together that you’re riding right in front of her on shimmer. and though her cheeks stay desperately full of flushes, she likes the contact she gets when the two of you are alone. she’ll pull out her pun book and make small jokes just to hear you laugh and feel the rumble of your back against her chest.
“knock knock.” — “who’s there?” — “bumble bee.” and you’ll turn to look over your shoulder at her. “bumble bee who?” and she’ll stifle her laugh before she can even get the joke out. “bumble bee cold if you don’t put any pants on.”
the joke will die off when you don’t laugh, just to see the cute rush of embarrassment coat her adorable freckles. when she looks away and mutters about the joke being dumb, you’ll snicker and tease her for still carrying that book in her backpack.
to your surprise, she takes your teasing lightly. because in reality, she enjoys the way you mock her. she finds it endearing. especially when she knows you’re joking.
♥︎ dork ellie who . . . let’s her glasses slide down her nose when you’re riding her strap. you told her once that you were turned on when she wore her glasses while fucking you, and has made it a habit to not take them off during it. and when you take them off her face and perch them on your nose, she fucks into your cunt harder at the sight. she gets so turned on when she sees you look nerdy.
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a/n : EEEEK i love my dorky little lesbian. i’ve never actually written head cannons before but it was lowkey kinda fun :p
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summary: Ellie draws you while you sleep but then you catch her
Paring: Ellie Willam's x fem!reader
Cw: fluff, and some kissing.
i had to redeem myself because my last fanfic was ass and rushed so I'm sorry about that but I hope you guys like this one!
You and Ellie are laying in bed. You have fallen asleep, your hand wrapped loosely around the collar of Ellie's shirt. Ellie is wide awake though, looking at your peaceful face as you sleep. Your face bathed in the dim orange light of ellies lamp, Your eyebrows finally relaxing after a long day of not, your mouth slightly open and the way your hair was sprawled out against the pillows.
She gets this warm feeling in her heart by looking at you. She needs to capture this. She reaches over to her nightstand, slowly so she doesn't wake you up
She grabs her sketch book on top of her nightstand. You squirm a tiny bit and your grip tightens on her shirt. She lets out a soft chuckle and grabs your waist and pulls you closer to her. You let out a happy sigh in your sleep and curl up against her like a sleepy cat.
She opens her sketchbook and starts out with a rough sketch before putting in more detail. The room fills with the soft sounds of your breath and the pencil gliding over the paper effortlessly.
After she was satisfied with the way it turned out she closed her book and leaned over to put her book away but then you started to squirm and your eyes open, you lift your hand up to your eyes and wipe the sleep out of them.
Ellie winces and mutters a soft apology “sorry baby i didn't mean to wake you.. C’mere go back to sleep. She says as you sit up to get a better look at what she was doing. Your eyes adjust to the dim light of the room then you flop on top of her sleepily, and whisper into her neck. “What are you still doing up? “ you rasp your voice heavy with sleep, Your eyes flutter close as you press a soft kiss to her neck.
Ellie's cheeks flush with embarrassment and she mutters. “Drawing you..” you open your eyes to look up at her for a second before closing them again with a soft chuckle. This isn't the first time that you caught Ellie drawing you and certainly won't be the last.
“Let me see it.” you say softly as you curl up next to her and watch her open her sketch book. The first thing you see is you, your face slightly hidden in her neck, your hand lightly gripping the collar of her shirt and your hair sprawled against the pillows making you look like an angel written in pencil strokes.
You smile and climb on top of her, straddling her waist and attacking her with kisses all over her face. Her breathless giggles fill the room as she squirms underneath you. She lightly grips your shoulders trying to push you away. You stop and pull back, both of you still laughing quietly.
After you both stop laughing you just stare at each other. You look in Ellie's eyes and they're filled with love. Your heart melts then you lean in and press a kiss to her lips before whispering “you are so talented, baby.. I love you.” you see her eyes widen slightly at the unexpected praise.
“I love you too my pretty girl”
thought i dreamed her
or... gf!ellie headcanons!
warnings - swearing. fluff!! established relationship (ellie x afab!reader). nsfw themes (minors and men dni). elle does headcanons in 2026?? notes at the end <3!
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie that you had a classic friends to lovers transition with. Ellie develops crushes based on familiarity and comfortability, so she fell for you steadily as your friendship progressed.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie with cheeks that turn red every time you say "my girl." It usually causes her to duck her head. She might roll her eyes or mumble under her breath sometimes when the small phrase falls from your lips, but she never protests it.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie that essentially pools her resources together with your own. Her things, as in books, games, music... Ellie's stuff is sacred, but since you're dating, she obviously trusts you. She's got a really decent collection of things, considering the fact that things of her interest aren't always plentiful to scavenge. You share your stuff with her, too—both of your collections expanding with time.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie holds your hand while she goes down on you.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie that's sweet about eating you out, albeit greedy. Physical touch begins to shine as one of Ellie's love languages once she's settled into the routine of the relationship. That being said, her hands are always palming, grasping. If she's not squeezing your hand while working you over with her tongue, she's kneading your thigh. Something about watching your skin ripple under her touch just gets her.
Ellie Williams Head cannons
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✽ Ellie looks at pictures of you when she misses you
✽ Ellie acts sarcastic constantly but when she realizes you’re upset her whole mood shifts. At a party one time she was joking with her friends but when she realized you were crying after you spilled a drink on yourself she came over to you and helped you clean yourself up and stayed with you for the rest of the night
✽ She steals your hoodies and will say she didn’t while she’s wearing them
✽ She says she’s not clingy but she always has to be touching you in some way, like hooking her finger with yours, resting her head on your shoulder, resting her knee on yours
✽ She’d teach you guitar and act frustrated but she secretly thought it was cute that you were struggling. But when you got a chord right she would melt and tell you how proud she is
✽ Her way of flirting is teasing you, so when she’s not teasing you it means you’re making her really nervous. When you guys first met she was so confident but when you called her pretty she got super nervous
✽ She gets softer at night when she’s sleepy. She always wants to cuddle under the covers
✽ She’d make fun of pet names at first but then accidentally call you one, one time you guys were sitting on the porch with Joel and she slipped up and called you honey
✽ When she gets jealous she tries not to show it but she starts getting protective. Whenever you’re talking to anyone who isn’t her at a party she comes up from behind you and grabs your waist
✽ When you’re cold she pretends she’s giving you her jacket just because you’re “complaining” but she actually just cares
✽ She loves to listen to you ramble about stuff she knows nothing about
Oh my, close enough welcome back Hange Zoe
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Her Temple, Her Priestess:
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Ambessa Medarda x Priestess!Reader
tw: slight mention of self-harm
A/N: y'all are some little fiends (love it though!!)
A box. A pretty box at that. Red ribbon hugging all sides and a nice little card sat atop your bed. It hadn’t been there when you came back to your chambers to nap earlier that day, only having shown up when you returned from your midday prayer.
You pick it up, ready to toss it in the corner of your closet with the rest of the Generals gifts, but stop yourself. The box is light in your hands as you weigh it while the ones before have been heavy. Filled with jewels and heavy fabrics.
Setting the box back down, you carefully untie the ribbon bow and lift the top off. Soft, white fabric stares back at you. You lift it out the box to hold it in front of you.
The dress is long and flowing. It’s made of a lightweight, soft material that feels like you are holding a cloud in your hand. It is definitely more revealing than any of the other clothing you wear around, having no sleeves and a neckline that dips down slightly. Even having gold and white embroidery along the hemline. Enough to accentuate the dresses beauty but still keeping it modest.
You, however, can’t stop looking at the top half of the dress. Along the side and up to the top straps, the dress is held closed by pieces of fabric that come together into tied bows. Three on each side. If undone, one would be exposed from the waist up…
You close the box shut, leaving it on your bed as you storm out of the room. The walk to your destination doesn’t take long, usually, but people greeting you and asking when they can come for confessions does.
When you get to the big, wooden double doors, Rictus stands guard outside. Only giving you a glance, but not moving from his spot.
“Good afternoon, Rictus,” you chime as you adjust your veil to sit halfway back on your head. Allowing the rest to lay against your back and shoulders. “I see the General is back from her campaign.”
“Yes, we returned yesterday,” he nearly grunts, eyeing you suspiciously. “The General is not expecting a meeting with you.”
You huff a laugh. “Oh, I know.”
As you smile at him, he sighs before stepping aside. The door opens soundlessly into the expanse of space that the General likes to call her office. Books and trophies from her wars fill the room. As well as one slightly brooding General.
“I would appreciate it if you stopped leaving gifts in my bedchamber.”
Ambessa sat on one of her lounge sofas drinking a glass of her favorite wine. One from the southern regions of Noxus that was sweet enough to be from a nectarine.
Ambessa was a busy woman. She had soldiers to scold. And papers to sign…and ambassadors that needed to be threatened…and maybe one person that needed to be tortured, but now that you’ve waltzed into her study, all thoughts of work flew from her mind.
Though her time away hadn’t been the longest, she’d missed her little priestess. Her angel, she’d decided long before this little game of hers. She yearned for you, to simply be near you like no other. But she knew you were off limits. Promised to the gods. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence these days for Ambessa to lay in her bed late at night among all her finery and precious things while touching herself to the thought of the one precious thing she was not allowed to have.
How pathetic was that? The strong, calculated, and cunning general of Noxus reduced down to nothing but frustrated growls and moans by the thought of a little, white-clad priestess with an attitude Ambessa would just love to fuck out of her. So much so that within the first week of her being away she had bedded three women that could have been your carbon copies.
Could have.
Their skin didn’t feel as soft as yours looked. Their eyes didn’t have that same stubborn glint. Their hair was too light or too dark, the texture not quite right. They moaned and begged for more instead of taunting Ambessa like you usually did. Not that she ever let them talk much.
She hums as she swirls the contents of her glass around. “You came all this way to tell me that?”
“Yes,” you huff. “Stop sending stuff to my room. It is inappropriate and disrespectful.”
The General smiles at your comment. “Ah, so you do receive my gifts. I was beginning to think that the messengers were keeping them.”
“That’s not the point. I do not need the things you send nor do I want them. If your actions get back to the Vatican it will—“
“Sit down, woman,” the General orders without so much as looking at you.
For a second, you’re appalled. She’d never ordered you to do anything nor has she used such a tone. The shock is still firmly on your face when she finally turns to look at you, her eyebrow raised. Challenging you to do otherwise.
With a grumble, you make your way to sit on the couch across from where the General lounges calmly. Your back is stiff, your hands fidgeting with the rosary hanging down from your waist.
The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Ambessa. She finds your devotion interesting. How you can believe in something—in someone—who you cannot see. Have a connection with them.
“Wine?” The General asks, motioning towards the tray beside her.
“Tea, please,” you respond, irritated.
The General gets up from her spot on the settee, stretching once she is standing. You have to forcibly look away from the way her arms flex and the smidge of skin that shows when she lifts her arms. She goes over to a table and pours you a cup of tea.
“I should pray for you,” you state matter-of-factly, looking around the space. “Your habits would not fare well with the gods.”
The General chuckles, much closer than you had expected, and you start. She hands you your tea, fingertips grazing yours for a moment before sitting down besides you. She leans back against the cushions, eyes focused on you.
“I am not in the mood to please gods who do little for me,” she admits while sipping on her wine. “I only wish to please one person and she is currently scolding me for leaving her presents.”
You stare at the women, eyes squinted. “Your actions and words are flattery I do not need, General. I am here for one reason and that is to represent The Church. Anything else is superfluous."
“To deny the soul and body of a true, fit life, is the ultimate sin done against oneself.” The General searches your eyes. When you do not say anything, she continues. “You never did answer my question from before I left.”
Your whole body goes tense at her words, but you manage to stay steady as you set your tea down on the coffee table. “I don’t recall what you’re speaking of.”
Ambessa couldn’t keep the damn near manic smile off her face. She loved games, especially ones of her own making. She liked goading her partners into lying to her just so she would get to dole out a punishment. She didn’t, however, like people who played stupid. Especially not you. But she was curious and didn’t feel like her temper was going to overflow yet.
“You don’t?”
“Nope.”
Ambessa chuckles. Oh how fun you are. “I’m feeling tolerant today, so I’ll give you a verbal reminder. We were talking about the letters I sent you. You remember the ones, right?” You nod in the affirmative slowly. “The ones where I go on about how I would desperately like to have my way with you in that chapel. I was very descriptive in those, was I not?”
“Yes,” you say breathily.
“So you do remember. I was beginning to think you’d lost all your sense,” she exclaims before looking at you with an almost mocking smile. “If that’s the case, then you’ll have no problem remembering and answering the question I asked you that day.”
You huff. “Sex, within The Church, is a sin. That is what we are told as acolytes.” You can practically feel the General’s eyes on you. Like she knows the answer already and only wants to hear it from your lips. “I…do not see it in the same light.”
“And how do you see it, priestess?”
You mind reels. You’d thought of it a million times since becoming a member of The Church. While you devoted yourself wholly to your faith, you struggled with aspects of it at times. When the gods did not speak to you or feel as close as they did before. When you find yourself yearning for worldly things. When you simply wanted anything.
When those particular thoughts came to your mind, you’d punish yourself, but it was never in the way that you needed. As an acolyte, you’d thought that you’d needed to physically cut the sin out of your body, leaving scars in places that will never see the light of day. But eventually, physical harm to one's own body was a sin too and so you resorted to deep, meditative prayer states that lasted days.
However, those harmful thoughts have never once graced your mind whenever you thought of the General. Perhaps she was the incarnation of the war goddess, Athena, herself and therefore was allowed to hold space within your mind without guilt. The woman was an enigma to you. She ruled her armies with an iron fist, yet ruled her people with the kind, almost gentle, discernment of a ruler. A true mother to her country.
“I see it how everyone else sees it, General,” you say as you rise from the couch. “It offers pleasure, yes, but that pleasure can so easily be twisted into control and manipulation. Having the reins on someone else’s desires, is a recipe for chaos. And unlike your other dalliances, I have no wish in being controlled.”
The General looks up at you with a somehow renewed curiosity. Like she too is attempting to put together the puzzle pieces that make you.
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ellie who brings you back little trinkets she knows you’ll like. you two aren’t practically a couple yet but you’ve spent more nights in her garage lately than not.
“you’re back earlier than I thought.” you giggled from ellie’s bed as she threw her bag down with a hmph. “missed you.” she grumbles, crawling over your body only dressed in one of her T’s and panties. her hands glide up your legs to your hips, sending goosebumps as she sniffs your neck; inhaling like a dog who missed their owner. “got you this” from her pocket emerged an old school claw clip for your hair; like the ones the girls in the old world would wear, brown and black marbles on it.
your cheeks heat up as you take it from her hand, “thank you baby. it’s beautiful.” you peck her lips. “eh, it’s nothing I wish I could’ve found more but cat was being a dick. dina said she thinks it’s because how good I’ve been doing on runs; worried I’ll out-rank her.” her hand drawing circles on your hip. “oh yeah..good enough for a reward?” you bite you lip; mischief lightening up in both of your eyes.
“go lock the door, princess.”
Haii do you think you can write about reader who has a really low libido and it takes her so much time to cum and get wet (+she’s a pillow princess) and she just feels so bad about it because gf Ellie really wants to make her feel good but reader is just really not responsive so she feels really useless in bed
✿֔ᮬMy Beautiful Girl ✿֔ᮬ {E.W}
summary: it’s takes more time for you to cum than others, you feel useless and not enough for ellie, but she reminds you that she loves you regardless of that
word count: 640
cw: soft sexual content, fluffy
ೀ angel’s note!🗒️~ AHHH i absolutely loved writing this, thanks for requesting it!!!!
the bedroom glows amber in the lamplight, and ellie’s looking at you like you're made of something precious. you can feel the familiar knot forming in your chest, that anxious tangle of “what if I can't and what if she gets tired of waiting and what if I'm not enough.”
"hey," she whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "where’d you go?"
you try to smile, but it wobbles at the edges. "i’m here."
"no, you're not." her thumb traces the curve of your cheek, feather-light. "you’re somewhere in your head, worrying about things that don't matter to me."
the thing is, your body has never been quick to respond. It takes time, so much time, and even then, there's no guarantee. you’ve read all the articles, tried all the tricks, but sometimes you just feel like a pillow princess who can't even enjoy being treated like royalty. and ellie deserves someone who melts at her touch, who gasps and arches and makes her feel wanted in return.
"i just—" you start, but she's already kissing you, soft as cotton candy dissolving on your tongue.
"shh," she breathes against your lips. "no pressure tonight. no goals. i just want to touch you because i love touching you. is that okay?"
you nod, throat tight with something that might be relief or might be the beginning of tears.
her hands move like poetry, slow, deliberate, writing verses across your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, across the landscape of your stomach. she’s not rushing toward anything. she’s just... exploring. appreciating. her lips follow the path her fingers make, pressing constellations of kisses into your skin.
"you’re so soft," she murmurs, almost to herself. "feels like i’m touching clouds."
it’s ridiculous and whimsical and so perfectly ellie that you actually laugh, some of the tension unspooling from your shoulders.
"there she is," ellie grins up at you, eyes crinkling with delight. "there’s my girl."
when her hand slides between your thighs, there's no urgency in it. just curiosity. tenderness. she touches you like she's learning a new language, patient with every syllable. and maybe it's because she's not expecting anything, or maybe it's because her other hand is laced with yours, or maybe it's just that love feels different than performance, but something in you begins to unfurl.
"that’s it," she whispers, kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. "just feel. don’t think. just be here with me."
her fingers move in gentle circles, a rhythm like waves lapping at shore. there’s no countdown, no finish line. just this: her breath warm against your neck, her body pressed close to yours, the soft sounds she makes when you sigh or shift or squeeze her hand.
time becomes honey-thick and golden. you stop counting minutes, stop monitoring your body's responses like a scientist with a clipboard. instead, you sink into the sensation of being cherished, of hands that touch you not to prove anything, but simply because they want to know you.
when pleasure finally builds, it's not a race or a performance. It's a sunrise, slow, inevitable, painting everything in shades of rose and gold. ellie feels the change in your breathing and makes a sound of pure joy, like she's witnessing something miraculous.
"i’ve got you," she promises. "take all the time you need. i’m not going anywhere."
and when you finally crest that gentle wave, it's not explosive or earth-shattering. it’s soft. warm. like coming home to a house where all the lights are on and someone's been waiting for you with patient, open arms.
afterward, she holds you close, pressing kisses into your hair. "see?" she whispers. "you’re perfect exactly as you are. my perfect, beautiful girl."
you believe her. for the first time in a long time, you actually believe her.
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