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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.
But when admissions of love spill relentlessly from your lips, Ellie can’t help but feel like the girl that she was a few years ago–the one that could barely string together an intelligent sentence while in your presence.
Case in point–you wanted to get drunk in a shitty dive bar, or spend the night dancing at a club? Ellie was there.
And Ellie was there, as in currently–as in she had even changed from a hoodie, to a flannel when you had declared that you needed a night away from your laptop and the reminders of the existence of deadlines.
You were missing her at your side though, as you had ventured into the bar bathroom alone–something that was out of the ordinary for you. Normally your girlfriend always went with you–buddy system, safety in numbers and all that–and also so that you could chat away with her when the lines were too long. You weren’t even entirely sure why you had come to the bathroom alone this time… something about the bar being crowded tonight and you didn’t want to risk your spot getting taken, or something. Ellie was holding it down for you.
Still, as you stumbled out of the stall and toward the sinks and mirrors, you felt a sharp pang of longing as your gaze landed on a small group of girls–laughing in an unfiltered manner and taking selfies in the corner. You knew that Ellie was only several feet away, and you would quite literally be seeing her again in a matter of seconds. It’s not like the two of you had to be attached at the hip, but the very fact of the matter was plain and simple–a drunken bathroom trip was no fun without your girlfriend.
As you washed your hands, you met your own gaze in the bathroom mirror. The world around you felt as though it were on a three second delay, and you could hear the music booming from beyond the bathroom.
There was no tiny bar filled with older men and country music tonight–you had gone just a bit out of town to find a place that better suited your age demographic. It was louder, darker, more crowded.
You blinked at your reflection, eyes glassy from the drinks that you had so far consumed throughout the night. Your thoughts shifted to Ellie, and an automatic smile tugged on your lips. You knew that she was sitting alone, waiting for you, so you hastily dried your hands.
Feeling just a bit uncoordinated and weighted, you pushed through the bathroom door with your elbow, and were greeted by the loud atmosphere washing back over you at once. Whatever upbeat song was playing just served as fuzzy background noise as you focused on making your way through the crowd to return to Ellie. You were eager for her–drunk and wanting to tug gently at her freckled cheeks, to watch them tint pink under your touch.
Despite not catching sight of her just yet, your smile remained at the mere thought of her. When your gaze did find her across the bar, your heart thumped with affection.
Ellie was on the other side of the bar and sitting at the small table that the two of you had previously claimed upon arrival–exactly where you had left her. She was sipping a beer, her flannel sleeves rolled up just so, her tattoo on display. She was squinting a little due to the dim lighting, and she was…
Talking to someone?
You paused your steps, craning your neck slightly as a small group of people were standing in the way, nearly blocking your path and your ability to see. The corners of your lips twitched, your brain seemingly unable to decide whether you should smile or frown.
There was a girl lingering near Ellie, leaning casually against the table–your table–as she spoke. You couldn’t hear anything, obviously, due to the loud sounds around you. You could, however, see the way in which the unfamiliar girl cocked her head to the side when she spoke to your girlfriend. You could see her adjusting her top, fluffing her hair, and smiling as Ellie had responded to whatever she had said.
You gave a slight shake of your head, almost feeling tempted to pull out your phone and record the moment to save it as evidence… because Ellie was oblivious. She never seemed to grasp when she was being flirted with–could hardly comprehend it even when it was blatantly spelled out for her. The two of you had danced around each other for so long before finally getting together, due to the fact that you had been too shy to make a move, but Ellie had clearly been determined not to ruin the friendship. You finally had to get the guts to make the move, which had obviously turned out for the best.
Admittedly, you were a little amused watching the scene unfold from where you stood. You felt slightly bad for your girlfriend, knowing that she was probably feeling awkward… but still.
The other girl–the stranger–shifted her standing position so that she could be a bit closer to where Ellie was sitting, giving up good posture in favor of leaning closer toward Ellie.
Amusement still lingering, you expected to see Ellie shift awkwardly in the wooden chair, or to start scanning the bar in an attempt to look for you.
But she didn’t.
A crooked smile appeared on Ellie’s lips. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, knees spreading as she took a slow sip of her beer, her gaze locked with the other girl’s.
Your smile faded. With your stomach suddenly giving a weird lurch, you stood still and analyzed… whatever that was.
It’s just that Ellie looked comfortable, which was out of the ordinary for her in an environment like this. She didn’t really love attention from strangers, but Ellie tilted her head to mirror the other girl, the two of them suddenly laughing.
Right. Okay.
You swallowed hard, unable to determine if you felt a little too drunk now, or too sober. Because the girl only seemed to be standing closer and closer, and Ellie’s knees continued to spread to make more room for the girl. That girl didn’t need that much standing room–not that close to your girlfriend, at least.
The song playing within the bar changed, causing an energy burst throughout a nearby group of girls. One of them accidentally bumped into you and apologized, but you didn’t respond–didn’t even attempt to mutter anything in return, because why was Ellie holding such intense eye contact with that girl, even as she continued to take slow sips of her drink?
You felt uncomfortable watching. Maybe it was just because you had too much to drink. Or maybe it was because you’ve never seen Ellie so at ease while speaking to a stranger before. Maybe it was because the girl invading your girlfriend’s space was pretty–like… belonging in a Miami club instead of a random, shitty Wyoming bar. Her clothes fit like a glove, and her hair wasn’t even frizzy despite the warmth inside of the bar.
You were secure within your relationship. It was solid. But something within you rapidly began to ache as Ellie made no effort to put any distance between herself and the girl, even as she reached out to adjust the collar of Ellie’s flannel.
Ellie could be oblivious about flirting advances, but she wasn’t stupid.
You hesitated, morbidly curious to continue to watch the interaction unfold, despite the fact that your palms were starting to sweat.
The unfamiliar girl reached out an apparently very confident hand, and you stretched your neck just in time to see her trace her fingers along Ellie’s tattooed forearm. Ellie did not lean away from the touch. Instead–crooked smile still in place–she lifted her other arm, casually wrapping it around the girl’s waist and tugging her just the slightest bit closer.
You could’ve been sick on the spot.
You had been gone for maybe five minutes. Had you been forgotten that quickly? Or did Ellie just simply not fucking care?
Head dizzy with alcohol, disgust, and upset… you stared at the sight of the two girls chatting and laughing as if they had even actually known each other–until your eyes started to go blurry. Ellie never even glanced in your direction, didn’t notice that you had returned from the bathroom and were standing just several feet away. If she caught you in her peripheral, she didn’t seem to care. Her green eyes remained locked on the girl standing directly in front of her, while your eyes started to sting.
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Ellie slept peacefully, without any guilt. Her arm was slung around you, her chest pressed against your back.
You, on the other hand, were having a fitful sleep. Your mind was filled with images of Ellie’s smile–your girlfriend’s smile–directed toward another. You saw flashes of her hands that you absolutely adored–and admittedly worshipped–reaching for some random girl’s waist.
You were barely conscious, but you had a lump in your throat. Too upset to stay asleep, you started to stir.
The first thing that you actually registered was Ellie’s nose against your shoulder, and her arm around you. Just like it had been around that girl. Still in that hazy space of existence between sleep and wakefulness, your elbow and leg both shoved backward.
“The fuck?” Ellie rasped, jolting out of her peaceful slumber due to the sudden jab.
You didn’t acknowledge her, and instead curled into yourself.
“Why the fuck did you– Hey?” Ellie managed, her voice low and slightly hoarse with exhaustion. The bedroom was dark and her eyes weren’t adjusted, but her gaze shifted to your form anyway. Ellie propped herself up on one elbow, squinting to look at your back. “Babe. What the hell?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to rid yourself of the hazy images dancing throughout your mind. Still, you managed one shaky sentence. “I’m pissed at you.”
Ellie blinked, her eyebrows furrowing. “You’re… what?”
“I’m pissed at you,” you repeated, your voice slightly muffled by your pillow.
Immediately, Ellie’s stomach dropped.
She’s heard you call her annoying through your laughter, and she’s heard you jokingly call her rude whenever she deadpans a joke. But this? Just a blatant I’m pissed at you with no hint of lightness in your tone? Ellie hasn’t heard that before. Hasn’t wanted to hear it, and never wanted to hear it again, quite frankly.
Ellie was essentially frozen, staring at your back like it could help her figure out the sudden cause of this. She swallowed, her jaw working as she desperately tried to clamp down on every insecurity and fear of abandonment that suddenly seemed to flare. “Why?” Ellie reached out a hesitant hand, allowing it to hover before she rested it gingerly against your back.
At the question and the gentle touch, you were torn between melting and going rigid. She was so fucking sweet, and so careful when she had to be. And yet, those fucking images–
“Because. You and this girl, like, laughing… and shit. And touching. And you were drinking a beer, and–”
Ellie blinked, forehead creasing as she listened to your tired, upset mumbling. “Dude, what the fuck are you even talking about?”
You huffed, suddenly shifting onto your opposite side so that you could face Ellie. As you did so, Ellie’s hand cautiously left your back. You blinked rapidly, willing your eyes to adjust quickly in the dark.
Ellie was still propped on one elbow, a concerned expression etched across her features. Eyebrows drawn together, her gaze locked on your face as soon as you had turned to look at her. Ellie hadn't taken down her hair before going to bed, her half-bun barely even existing anymore as most of her auburn strands had slipped away from the hair tie. She looked soft, basically, in a way that made you want to wrap your arms around her and stay like that forever.
Instead of meeting her gaze, your eyes drifted downward as if to study the faded band shirt that she was wearing. It was so worn, that tiny holes were starting to form around the neckline.
“You cheated on me,” you finally said, the words nearly getting caught in your throat. Your heart hammered, your body feeling uncomfortably warm with stress and anxiety due to the situation.
An immediate scoff left Ellie’s lips. “No, the fuck I did not? Babe–”
“In my dream,” you clarified pointedly, finally meeting her gaze with your own accusing expression.
Ellie went silent. She blinked once as she stared at you, her lips slightly parted. “Okay?”
“What do you mean, okay? You cheat on me, and then don’t even fucking show any remorse?” you shot back instantly. The soft sheets pooled around your waist as you sat up, internally feeling much too heated to remain snuggled within the covers.
Ellie’s expression twisted, like she didn’t know whether to laugh or be annoyed. “Babe, though, I didn’t cheat.”
You found yourself rolling your eyes before you could even think about holding back the action. “You literally did, though.”
“In your dream.”
“Yes.”
“Okay? So no, I did not.”
You huffed, fingers twitching with the urge to grasp your pillow and smack your girlfriend with it. “What is your literal problem? You can’t even apologize, or be remorseful?”
“What’s your problem?” Ellie retorted, nose wrinkling. “You like, elbowed the fuck outta me.”
Expression faltering, your eyebrows knitted together. “Wait, really?” you questioned, your tone softening. “Did it– Are you–”
Ellie snorted, shifting to lay back down. “Nah. I’m good. Just scared the shit out of me,” she mumbled, getting comfortable once more as her head rested against her pillow.
You watched her with a frown, reaching out to nudge at her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping?”
“Um, no? Ellie. We have to talk about this.”
Ellie mumbled something under her breath, her fist raising to scratch at her nose. “Talk about what?”
“The fact that you cheated?” you said like it was obvious, prodding at Ellie’s shoulder through the material of her shirt.
Shaking her head slightly, Ellie closed her eyes. “I love you?” she attempted, already feeling the tempting lure of sleep washing back over her.
With a huff, your hand fell away from her shoulder. “I’m not even joking, El. It was so messed up.”
“Uh huh.”
“We were like, at some bar. And I went to the bathroom, but when I came back, you were talking to some girl. And she was like, leaning really close. And I couldn’t see the front of her, but her boobs probably looked great and she was like, right there, and–”
“Babe–”
“And she was like, touching your tattoo, and you put your fucking arm around her waist? And you looked really hot, like, how you were sitting, but I was literally gonna throw up because you were just letting her in your space like that, and–”
“Jesus– Babe–”
“–lowkey nothing else happened I don’t think, but I honestly feel like you were gonna kiss or something, like, it was like you just forgot about me so fast–”
When your voice broke, Ellie’s head whipped to look at you.
“Shit, dude, you’re actually upset?” she asked, sitting up once more and tentatively reaching for you.
Ellie’s hand landed on your knee–a comforting touch–but you still glared at her. “That’s what I’ve literally been saying,” you said, narrowing your eyes at her.
“Yeah, but I thought… I dunno, thought you were, like… I don’t know.”
You let Ellie’s hand linger on your knee, and you shifted to sit a little closer. “It was a bad dream,” you admitted, reaching your hand to rest against the bare skin of Ellie’s knee, too.
“Stupid fuckin’ dream,” Ellie muttered, studying your expression. She was still torn, slightly thrown off from being woken up so abruptly… and the less than serious nature of it all. Still, how many times had you stayed up with Ellie when insomnia had been–quite honestly–beating her ass? How many times had you talked her down from an anxiety attack? Ellie huffed. “Babe, you know I’d never–”
“I know,” you mumbled softly, your free hand moving to fiddle with some strands of your hair. “I know, I know, I know."
Ellie’s hand moved from your knee to your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles over your shirt. She still felt the urge to comfort–somehow–despite the fact that she had been… a little annoyed that you were annoyed due to a dream, and caught off guard because of your genuine emotions over the whole thing. “Is there… Did I, like, do something? To make you–”
“No,” you interrupted quickly, though your tone remained gentle–quiet between the two of you. “It was a stupid dream.” Your eyes tracked your thumb as you dragged it over Ellie’s knee. “Like when you had that stupid dream about me leaving you for the girl from Alien.”
Ellie had opened her mouth to speak–to provide you with automatic reassurances–but your words made her mouth slam shut. Her brows furrowed, a slight hint of embarrassment pressing at her like a prickle on the back of her neck. “Okay, that’s–”
“Which one was it again?” you continued, shooting Ellie a curious look. She almost wished that you would go back to accusing her of something over a dream rather than revisit this topic. “Ellen Ripley, or Rain Carradine?”
Ellie exhaled, her hand slowing to a stop against your back. “Like… either,” she mumbled, avoiding your gaze. Stupid. Embarrassing. Not that Ellie cared.
Your focus, however, had already been entirely shifted to the topic. “Baby, I’d never,” you murmured, shifting to sit on your knees and reaching for Ellie’s face. Ellie rolled her eyes and tilted her chin away. “No badass Alien character could ever replace you. You’re just as cool. Even cooler.”
“Uh huh,” Ellie remarked dryly, pulling her arms away from you and shifting slightly, just barely escaping your attempts of touch.
Barely deterred, you grabbed Ellie’s hands. “You could totally fight aliens.”
“I’d be the alien killing master. Any sort of monster, or whatever, honestly. I’d be a pro. Like, imagine me killing–”
“Stop. I don’t even want to have to think about you being in some, like… horrible, scary world–”
Ellie pulled her hands away from your grasp, one of her knees digging into the mattress as she shifted to face you. “I thought you were pissed at me, though?” she muttered dryly, cupping the sides of your face.
“Less than pissed, now,” you murmured, your gaze flickering back and forth between Ellie’s eyes.
Ellie’s response to that was a wordless one. She leaned over you, pressing a firm kiss against your lips while simultaneously guiding your form down, your back cushioned by the soft bedding once more. Ellie made herself sturdy, her other leg positioning between your thighs. Not pressing–but there. You melted in delight, fingers moving to gently tangle within her auburn strands. You broke the kiss with a laugh, however, when the hair tie that had been practically holding on for dear life slipped away from Ellie’s hair and into your grasp.
Lips tugging upward at the sound of your amusement, Ellie pressed a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling away. She flopped onto her back with a tired groan, which earned another laugh from you.
“You sound so ridiculous, you know that?” you jokingly chided, turning your cheek against your pillow to look at her. Your shared bedding was cozy–mismatched patterns of shades of green and florals that just seemed to work. The sheets were now twisted around your legs. “You make fun of Joel whenever he does the whole grunt and groan thing when sitting around, but you kinda do it, too.”
Ellie wrinkled her nose, mirroring your action by turning her head to look at you. “Don’t compare me to Joel,” she grumbled. Despite the quiet complaint, she shifted onto her side–so you did the same.
Practically nose to nose, you studied each other. Your smile lingered, all soft and faint with a tired sort of fondness–nightmare be damned. Ellie’s expression held a trace of concern, though. Her teeth pulled at her bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking pretty, it’s unfair,” you whispered.
Ellie nearly snorted. “Says you.” She almost hesitated, her hand seeking out your skin. She rubbed her palm over the expanse of your arm–from your shoulder down to your wrist, back and forth. “Hey. You know I’d never actually… right? I’d never do something that fucking dumb, like–”
“El, I know,” you replied, lifting your leg slightly to hook it around her. “And Rain Carradine could never be you. The similar hairstyle doesn’t mean anything, truly. I’d choose you any day.”
“Wow. Thanks, babe. You’re so sweet.”
Despite Ellie’s dry tone, you caught the curve of her smile before she ducked her head, her lips lazily getting busy against your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, a quiet hum escaping you. Gone were the lingering feelings of unease, the impact of your dream. The images grew hazier as they faded, replaced by the very real feeling of Ellie mouthing at your skin.
“And,” Ellie pressed on, speaking between each kiss that she planted against your neck. “I could do the whole Alien thing, or whatever. Yeah? Right?”
You feigned a groan, though the sound came out much too brightly due to your amused, affectionate smile. “Ugh, you’re so annoying–”
notes : shhh go back to sleep... tumblr user elleloquently just posted some bullshit.
sorry to those that thought i was actually going to come through with the angst for once... i'm just not built like that </3
anyway! something short n sweet (and unserious) for the time being while i work on my other stuff :) lots more to come bc i genuinely cannot turn my brain off and i keep thinking of more fic ideas and it's stressing me ouuuutttugghhh
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?
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.
vi’s hand smooths up the bare expanse of your back, your shirt and bra long-since discarded onto the bedroom floor. when her hand reaches the back of your neck, she hooks her thumb over your jaw to redirect your mouth to hers and slot your lips together. you sigh into the kiss, and when vi pulls back, blinking at you with an unmistakable hunger in her eyes, she murmurs something under her breath that you can’t parse.
“hm?” you hum, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“i said,” vi starts, nose nudging against yours, “i want you to fuck me.”
when she sees the smirk on your lips, you swear vi blushes redder.
“oh, vi,” you coo, voice saccharine. “is that what’s got you all needy?”
you might be imagining it, but you swear you see vi’s eyes get glassy from embarrassment as she bites her lip, nodding her head in response to your question.
she mutters quietly, “yeah, that’s…that’s it.”
what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t give her what she wants? no - what she needs?
you sit up on the mattress, hands finding the waistband of vi’s boxers again and pulling them slowly down her thighs. you toss them to the mixed pile of clothes on the floor, focusing instead on the way vi’s chest heaves when you pull her legs apart to reveal her center, where’s she’s already glistening with slickness.
“bet you’ll take my fingers like nothing,” you muse, one hand reaching forward for you to dip your fingers in vi’s wetness. her abs flex when she feels you between her legs, your fingertips spreading her arousal until her whole cunt is shining with it.
“don’t you think?” you ask vi, gaze flickering up to hers. when she nods, you smile and give her thigh a pat with your other hand. “good girl.”
the hand between vi’s legs moves in closer until your fingers breach her entrance, your middle and index sinking into her warm, twitching walls.
“oh god, mm,” vi moans. her eyes flutter shut and you watch her expression change with every thrust of your fingers; her brows wrinkle, her nostrils flare, her lips twitch. and every time she feels your thumb press against her clit, you’re rewarded with the sweet sound of vi’s needy whimpers.
but it’s not long before your fingers aren’t enough. vi cants her hips upward, watching your hand work between her thighs, and her voice is all ragged and wrecked when she tells you, “more - i need more.”
so you give her more. you dig in the nightstand drawer for your harness, a purple silicon dildo hanging from the o-ring, and vi watches you adjust and fasten the strap, her hair beautifully disheveled as she lies in the center of the mattress, waiting for you to fuck her senseless.
climbing back onto the bed, you slot yourself between the redhead’s spread thighs.
“you look so beautiful like this, you know,” you tell her matter-of-factly, your eyes taking in every inch of her naked frame beneath you. vi’s cheeks have taken on a permanent shade of red, a flush that creeps down her neck and towards her chest. she laughs shallowly at your compliment.
“i mean it,” you say, voice a tinge firmer. “my beautiful girl, i can’t wait to stuff you full.”
“fuck,” vi curses. “you can’t just… say stuff like that.”
“of course i can, i’m the one wearing the strap, vi,” you remind her, wrapping a hand around the base of the dildo and moving your hips forward to smear the silicon tip through vi’s soaked folds. her reaction is immediate - she gasps, back arching prettily off the mattress.
“see?” you smirk. “so beautiful.”
vi doesn’t have time to protest, because you push the head of the strap into her cunt and every thought in her head comes leaking out of her ears, gone. you watch with reverence as the strap sinks further and further into vi’s entrance, your hands finding purchase on her hips once again.
you move your hips in shallow strokes at first, slowly working up to a quicker pace. with every push and pull of your hips, vi falls apart further, her eyes squeezed shut as she hooks her leg around your waist to encourage you closer.
you’ve only done this a handful of times - vi’s usually the one who likes to pound you into the mattress, but you’re not bothered by the change of roles. even if it’s not often, you love seeing your girlfriend like this - pliant and needy, clinging helplessly to you as you spear into her again and again.
“so deep,” vi pants out, the blunt ends of her fingernails digging into your arms as she grips onto you for steadiness. “fuck, i might - i might come.”
“let me help you,” you respond, voice a little breathless. one hand leaves vi’s hip to snake between your bodies, fingers deftly searching for the place where she needs your touch the most. when your middle finger begins tracing circles on vi’s clit, she unleashes another punched-out moan, tears stinging in her eyes from all the stimulation.
“like that,” she gasps, voice desperate, “fuck me like that, oh god…”
it’s the combination of your punishing thrusts and the wet glide of your fingers on her clit that finally makes her come, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her vision goes white. pleasure explodes throughout her body, and though you don’t stop moving your hips, you slow down to admire the sight of vi when she reaches her peak - a sight you’ll never tire of.
only when you’re sure vi has rode out her orgasm do you pull out from her, your eyes rolling when you hear the filthy, slick noises of the silicon leaving vi’s abused cunt. you part your lips and you’re about to make a comment about how hot that was when you notice a wet spot beneath vi’s hips on the bed.
you shoot a surprised glance at vi, then return your gaze to the wet spot. you knew vi was wet, but this… this is practically a puddle beneath her.
“babe,” you say, finally, “i think you… squirted.”
exhausted from her orgasm, all vi can do is lift her head from the pillow to glance at the wet spot on the sheets. she turns red again.
“never done that before,” she remarks.
you grin, climbing on top of vi again to smother her with a searing kiss. when you pull away, you have a wicked glint in your eyes as you ask:“can i make you do it again?”
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.
⋆ ˖ 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.
Ellie was getting sleepy.
She was so full she could barely move. It was a combination of both your mom feeding her until she couldn't handle any more food and being up since very early in the morning for class. Your mom had that way of making "no thank you" sound like an insult, so Ellie had kept eating long past the point of comfort.
She was paying the price, of course.
Her stomach was heavy, her body warm and sluggish with the post-meal crash that made her want to curl up and sleep for hours.
The fairy lights strung above your bed that you insisted on keeping on because you said they made the room "cozy" were making the room feel way too cozy. Ellie felt herself sinking further into your navy sheets and comforter, her eyelids getting heavy with each passing second.
"I'm gonna fall asleep," she called out, her voice coming out slightly muffled because her face was half-pressed into your pillow.
"No you're not," you called back, not even looking away from the mirror. "Don't be dramatic."
"I've been ready for an hour."
"And? That's your fault for getting ready so fast."
Ellie turned her head to look at you. You were leaning close to the mirror now, your mouth slightly open in concentration as you carefully applied mascara to your lashes.
She watched you blink a few times, checking your work, before switching to the other eye.
Ellie found herself mesmerized by the process, even though she'd seen you do your makeup many times before.
There was something almost meditative about it, the way you moved through each step with practiced ease. You seemed to lose yourself in the ritual of it.
Pretty, Ellie thought. So, so pretty. Since the very first day she'd seen you Ellie had thought so.
It had been early August, just a few days after the winter break when classes were starting again, and Ellie had been completely lost trying to find her classroom in a building she'd never been to before. The university was just massive and confusing, with buildings that all looked the same and hallway numbers that seemed to follow no logical system whatsoever.
Ellie had been standing near the entrance trying to load a map of the building on her phone. The wifi in the building was terrible, so the image kept freezing, the little loading circle spinning endlessly, and Ellie had been cursing under her breath.
"Excuse me, do you need help?"
Ellie had looked up to find you standing there with a stack of freshly printed papers, looking at her with a friendly expression.
She'd turned her phone toward you, and pointed where she was supposed to go. "Uh, yeah. I need to get... there."
You'd leaned in to look at her phone screen, squinting at the barely-loaded map. "Ah, yeah. I think it's this way. Come on!"
After that, you'd shifted your papers to one hip and started walking without waiting for a response, and Ellie had scrambled to follow you, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders as she tried to keep up with your quick pace.
When you'd finally reached the auditorium you'd practically pushed Ellie toward the door.
"Get in or you're not going to get a seat!" you'd said, giving her a little shove.
Ellie had barely had time to turn around before you were already walking away, waving at her over your shoulder as you walked down the hallway.
She hadn't even had the opportunity to say thank you.
For days she'd asked around about you to some classmates, casually mentioning "a girl who helped me find the way," alongside a brief description of your appearance, but apparently you didn't study there.
No one knew who she was talking about.
Ellie had figured that was it. One random encounter with a beautiful and helpful stranger who happened to be in campus, never to be seen again.
She hadn't expected to see you again.
The city was big, and the chances of running into the same person twice seemed slim.
She'd been wrong. A few days later she'd been sitting in a café near campus between classes—a three-hour gap that she'd decided to fill with coffee and reading instead of going all the way back to her apartment—when she'd looked up from her laptop, and there you were.
Standing besides a nearby table, taking someone's order with that same friendly smile you gave her that day.
That had been months ago now. Months of regular café visits that turned into study sessions, which turned into hanging out and sleepovers, which turned into this. Whatever this was. A thing, definitely. Though, unnamed.
Ellie didn't want to think too hard about that.
You caught her looking in the mirror and smiled, your eyes crinkling at the corners. "What?"
"Nothing," Ellie said quickly, looking away. She focused very intently on the hair tie in her hands, wrapping it around her fingers, unwrapping it, wrapping it again. "Just wondering how much longer you're gonna take."
"I'm almost done, I swear."
Okay then. Almost done meant another ten minutes at least, so maybe she could just rest her eyes for a minute. You were clearly going to take forever getting ready anyway, and Ellie was so comfortable, so warm, so full...
Ellie's breathing slowed. Her hand, still clutching the hair tie she'd been fidgeting with, went slack against the comforter.
She was drifting, somewhere between awake and asleep, when the sound jolted her back to consciousness.
Pchit. Pchit. Pchit.
Ellie's eyes flew open.
Pchit. Pchit. Pchit, pchit, pchit, pchit, pchit.
The spray bottle sound continued, relentless, and she could definitely smell your Sabrina Carpenter perfume taking all over the small room.
Ellie pushed herself up on her elbows, rubbing her eyes with one hand. She felt groggy, her mouth was dry, and her back protested the movement.
"Are you trying to fumigate yourself?" Ellie called out, her voice still rough with sleep. "That's like, fifteen sprays."
"Just five!" you called back, which was definitely a lie based on what Ellie had just heard.
"Definitely not five."
"You don't understand, I need to smell like in showered in coffee."
Ellie let her head fall back against your pillow with a groan. "You smell like that all the time."
She heard you moving around in the small room again, the click of what sounded like a makeup compact snapping shut, and then the rustle of clothing. You were still getting ready, apparently, even though Ellie had no idea what else there was left to do.
"What should I wear? I swear I have like, zero clothes."
Another lie. You had a bunch of clothes. Way too many. Your wardrobe was literally bursting. Ellie was pretty sure you only worked to buy the things you wanted, like perfumes. And clothes. And makeup. And shoes.
She just watched through half-lidded eyes as you pulled out one outfit option from your dresser. Then another. Then another one.
"What about this one?" you asked, holding up a black dress.
Ellie made a mmh sound.
"Okay. So helpful..." you muttered, tossing it onto the growing pile on the chair beside your closet.
You pulled out another option—some kind of skirt and top combination in red. Held it up. Frowned again.
"Too much?" you asked, mostly to yourself.
You didn't wait for Ellie's answer, just tossed it onto the pile and went back to searching.
Ellie watched this happen three more times. A blue outfit that you decided made you look "washed out." A white dress that was "too formal." A black skirt and crop top that was "boring."
You would have looked stunning in any of those.
She was almost asleep again, really truly drifting this time, when she felt the bed dip beside her.
Her eyes opened to find you lying next to her, still in just your bra and lacy underwear. You were on your chest, your face buried in a Hello Kitty plushie you used as a pillow.
When Ellie turned her head to look at you, she could see the exhaustion written all over your features.
The makeup you'd so carefully applied made your eyes look bigger, but underneath it Ellie could see the slight puffiness that spoke about how long your day had been.
Apparently, the weight of the day had finally caught up with you now that you'd stopped moving.
"I'm tired," you said, and your voice had lost all its earlier enthusiasm.
"How'd it go?" Ellie asked quietly.
"Fine. Horrible. I don't know." You sighed. "I try to be Montessori, I really do. Like, 'follow the child's natural curiosity,' and whatever. But then they're all screaming and throwing blocks and I'm like... okay, maybe Skinner had a point."
Ellie huffed a quiet laugh. "That bad?"
"One of them bit another kid over a crayon and another cried for an hour straight," You shifted closer, burying your face in your pillow. "So, yeah. That bad."
Ellie's hand moved without conscious thought, reaching over to rest on your back. Her palm settled against the warm skin between your shoulder blades, and she started rubbing slow circles there, her touch gentle and automatic.
"We don't have to go. We can stay in if you want."
Ellie's hand kept moving, tracing patterns across your back. Her fingers skimmed over the bumps of your spine, the curve of your shoulder blades.
You were quiet for a long moment, and Ellie held her breath for a second. A part of her—a large part of her—was desperately hoping you'd change your mind and suggest staying in instead.
Then you sighed and pushed yourself up. "Nop," you said, stretching your arms above your head. "I want to go. I'm just being lazy."
Ellie watched you stand and you walk back to your closet, finally picking up a top and a short denim skirt that made Ellie's mouth go dry just by looking at it.
Once you were finally dressed, you grabbed your leather jacket from the back of your door and then turned to face Ellie, who was still sprawled on your bed like she'd melted into it.
She was not moving. At all. Didn't even attempted to even put her blue Converse on.
"Ellie." you said, standing at the foot of the bed with your hands on your hips. "Do you actually want to go?"
Ellie blinked at you. "What?"
"Do you want to go?" you repeated, and there was something in your voice now, something uncertain. "Like, seriously. Because if you don't want to, we don't have to."
"I—" Ellie pushed herself up on her elbows. "Do you want to go?"
"I asked you first."
"Well, I asked you second."
You stared at each other for a moment, and then you were moving back toward the bed, dropping your jacket on the floor as you climbed back onto the mattress, once again.
Ellie's bed was a full size back in her apartment. Plenty of room for the two of you when you came over, which was most days. Your bed was definitely smaller than hers, fitting awkwardly in your tiny bedroom that was packed with furniture and textbooks and all the stuff you'd accumulated.
It was barely big enough for you, let alone two people. It meant being pressed together with no space between your bodies, but neither of you cared.
You settled on your side this time, facing her. And Ellie turned to face you, too. She couldn't just lie there staring at the ceiling while you were right there, so close that she could count your eyelashes.
Ellie could see every detail of your face, like the fine line of your eyeliner. The sparkly glitter at the corners of your eyes. The way your lipstick had settled into the natural lines of your lips. The slight flutter of your eyelashes as you blinked...
The room was quiet except for the music still playing softly from your phone and the sound of both of you breathing.
The fairy lights cast everything in that soft golden glow, and Ellie felt herself getting drowsy again too, lulled by the warmth and the comfort of you being next to her.
"C'mere," Ellie said, her voice low and rough with sleep.
Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion. "What?"
"Come here," Ellie clarified, saying it slower this time, enunciating every word. She shifted slightly on the bed, her arm extended in invitation.
"Oh." Your expression cleared, and without hesitance, you moved closer.
Ellie had expected you to just scoot over, maybe rest your head on her shoulder the way you sometimes did during movie nights. Instead, you practically draped yourself over her.
You threw your leg over her hip, your thigh resting across her midriff.
Ellie's hand moved on its own accord. Slow, gentle strokes up and down your thigh, her fingers trailing from just above your knee to where your leg curved over her stomach, then back down again.
She didn't want you to get up. She wanted to stay exactly like this. She wanted to turn her head and kiss your temple. Tighten her arms around you and never let go. She wanted to tell you that you could just stay here together, that nothing else mattered as much as this moment right here.
You made a small sound against her neck, and Ellie felt it vibrate through her whole body. You shifted slightly, and Ellie's hand tightened on your thigh reflexively before she forced herself to relax her grip.
"So?" you whispered. "Do you want to go?"
"I don't know," Ellie whispered back.
There was no reason to whisper. Your family already knew you two were in your room, and the door was closed. But something about the moment felt fragile and hushed, like speaking too loud would shatter whatever this was.
"Me neither," you admitted, and your voice was so soft Ellie felt it more than heard it.
Your hand, the one resting on her chest near her collarbone, started moving. Fingers traced the line of her clavicle through her shirt, a mirror of Ellie's touch.
"Lila's gonna be mad at you," Ellie murmured.
"She won't be," you said, and your hand slid from Ellie's collar down to rest flat against her chest, right over her heart. You had to feel how hard it was beating. There was no way you couldn't feel it. "She's used to us."
To us.
Us.
Us.
Us. It sent a dizzying rush of warmth inside her.
Ellie's leg shifted, sliding forward until her thigh pressed between your legs, and your breath hitched audibly. She froze for a beat, suddenly hyperaware of where her thigh was, of the heat she could feel even through the denim of her jeans.
You didn't say anything. You just settled pressed impossibly closer against Ellie, your bodies touching along every available inch.
Ellie's hand on your ass tightened, her fingers gripping the soft flesh there, and she felt you shiver under her touch.
"Cold?" Ellie asked, even though your room was warm. Whatever you two were generating was enough to light up a small town.
"No," you said, and your voice was quieter. Breathier. "Not cold. I think—" you started, and then stopped, biting your lip.
Ellie watched you and had to actively fight the urge to lean forward and kiss you.
"You think what?"
Her other hand, the one that wasn't currently groping your ass, came up to thread through your hair, scratching lightly against your scalp in the way she'd learned you liked.
Your hand moved up to wrap around her torso, holding her tight. "Let's just stay here." You said, tucking your face into the curve of her neck.
The softest caress of your lips brushing against her sensitive skin made Ellie shiver. "Yeah," she managed. "Yeah, okay.”
Ellie's hand slid fully under your skirt now, cupping your ass properly as she pulled you harder down against her own thigh.
"El…”
Ellie's hand in your hair tightened, tilting your head back slightly so she could see your face. Your eyes were half-lidded and your cheeks flushed.
The fairy lights cast everything in soft golden colors, and you looked unreal under them, like something straight of a dream. Her dreams. Like a fairy. Or an angel.
The prettiest girl she'd ever seen.
"Mmh?" Ellie managed, even though forming words felt impossible when you were moving on her like that. Every roll of your hips against her thigh was making heat pool low in her stomach.
"I wanna kiss you," you whispered.
"Then kiss me," Ellie said, want bleeding through every syllable. She almost didn't recognize her own voice.
You did. But instead of closing the distance between your mouths, you ducked your head and found the curve of Ellie's neck instead.
Ellie's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back to give you better access, her hand in your hair holding you there like she was afraid you'd pull away.
You didn't pull away. You kissed her again, firmer this time, your lips pressing against the sensitive skin just below her ear. Then again, trailing down toward her collarbone.
Ellie's whole body shuddered. Her thigh pressed up harder to meet you, giving you more pressure, and she felt you smile against her neck before you bit down.
Then, she leaned down to press an open mouth kiss to your neck.
As soon as her lips met your skin, she tasted perfume. So much perfume. An industrial amount of perfume that coated her tongue and made her pull back with a grimace.
"Jesus. Do you have to spray that much?" Ellie said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Dramatic much?”
"I'm not being dramatic," Ellie insisted. She leaned in and kissed your shoulder instead, where the sweet fragrance hadn't reached. "You sprayed like fifteen times. That shit's expensive, you know."
"It's actually not," you said, and you giggled. It made Ellie's chest go warm. "It's a dupe. You thought I was out here buying fancy perfume? I'm broke, Els. I have a Samsung."
Ellie's fingers found the clasp of your bra under your top, unhooking it with practiced ease even as she continued the conversation. "What does having a Samsung have to do with perfume?”
"It means I'm poor," you said matter-of-factly.
The bra loosened completely under your top. You reached up and slid the straps down your arms, pulling the bra out from under your shirt and tossing it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed.
"Capitalism is beating your ass.”
"Ellie. You had to download WhatsApp because of me.”
Without waiting for her response, you reached down and pulled your crop top down yourself, tugging the fabric beneath your breasts in one smooth motion.
That fully woke her up. Instantly. Any trace of sleepiness vanished. She went from half-asleep to completely, utterly alert in the span of a heartbeat.
Ellie couldn't answer, as she watched completely mesmerized how the fabric bunched under your breasts, pushing them up obscenely. Your nipples were already tight from the cold air in your room or arousal or both, Ellie didn't know and didn't care.
Her mouth actually watered at the sight.
"I didn’t mind," she finished weakly, her eyes fixed on your chest.
Ellie still wasn't used to this. It hadn't been that long since the first time she saw you like this, but Ellie was still just as speechless every single time.
"Liar," you said, but your voice was getting breathless now, and Ellie's hands were already moving, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples.
You gasped at the contact, your back arching, and Ellie couldn't take her eyes off you. Her eyes were fixed in the way your chest heaved with each breath, the way the crop top bunched under your breasts framed everything perfectly.
"Woah," Ellie breathed, and then she was leaning down, her tongue giving your nipple a teasing lick.
You didn't disappoint. Your hips jerked forward, and a whimper fell from your lips.
"I like WhatsApp," Ellie said against your skin and gave your other nipple the same treatment, building anticipation.
"You complained about it for like three days," you said. The words dissolved into a sigh as Ellie finally sucked your nipple into her mouth properly.
"Well, now I like it," Ellie murmured, switching to your other breast, her tongue circling slowly before she sucked. "And I like your perfume too."
"Then—then stop complaining about it," you gasped, your fingers tightening in Ellie's hair, holding her against your chest.
"I'm not complaining," Ellie said, her teeth grazing gently. Not too hard, just enough pressure to make you gasp. "I'm just saying I dont want to taste it when I kiss your neck."
"So kiss somewhere else," you said, and your hips rolled forward, seeking friction.
"Mmh," Ellie hummed against your skin.
She did exactly that. Her lips grazed the smooth skin of the valley between your breasts, finally tasting skin instead of perfume.
You made a little sound—half-sigh, half-whimper—that went straight through her.
"Can't believe—" you started, then stopped as Ellie thumb brushed over the wet nipple she'd just left. "Can't believe we're having this conversation right now."
"What conversation?"
"Shut up," you said, but you were laughing even as you arched into her mouth, your chest pushing closer to her face. "You're bullying me."
"Dude. I didn’t say anything," Ellie said, grinning against your skin before taking your nipple back in her mouth, sucking the way you'd taught her you liked. "I'm–”
"You're very annoying," you corrected, but your hand was guiding her mouth exactly where you wanted it, your fingers threading through her hair and holding her there.
Your hips hadn't stopped moving the entire time. Still grinding against her slowly even while you bickered about whatever you could think of.
Ellie shifted beneath you and pressed her thigh harder against you.
The conversation died immediately.
You were moving against her with renewed focus, and that was making it hard for Ellie to think straight. The friction wasn't quite enough through the layers of fabric, but you were chasing it anyway, little gasps escaping every time you found the right angle.
She flexed her thigh. She didn't think about it, really. Just tightened the muscle beneath you reflexively, and the effect was immediate.
You jolted forward, your whole body going taut, and the sound that came out of you was a desperate gasp.
"Fuck—" It came out shaky, half-breath.
Ellie did it again. This time deliberately, timing it with the roll of your hips.
Your nails dug into her shoulders hard enough that it would probably leave marks, and Ellie found she didn't care at all.
"That good?" she asked, even though she could tell from the way you were breathing that it was.
You couldn't seem to answer. Just nodded frantically against her shoulder and kept moving.
It took Ellie a minute to notice, too focused on the sounds you were making and the heat of your body pressed against hers, but then she felt it.
The denim under you had gone from dry to damp to actually wet. The fabric was soaked through. You were that turned on. Wet enough to soak through your underwear, through her jeans.
Ellie was so fucking turned on it hurt.
She could feel how wet she was, her boxers already damp just watching from watching you and feeling you grind against her.
"You're gonna ruin my jeans," Ellie said, and her voice came out rougher than she meant it to.
You pulled back just enough to look at her, breathing hard. "Sorry—"
"Don't." Ellie's grip on you tightened, pulling you back down harder. "Don't apologize. It's hot," she added, quieter.
You were staring at her with your pupils blown wide, and Ellie flexed her thigh again just to watch your eyes flutter closed.
"These are my good jeans, though," she said, but there was no real complaint in it.
"Literally your fault," you managed between gasps.
"How is this my fault?"
"We were supposed to be out like twenty minutes ago."
Ellie would've laughed if she wasn't so turned on. "You're bringing that up now?"
Ellie's hand left your hip, sliding between your bodies. Her fingers found the edge of your underwear, and she paused for just a second before hooking into the fabric to pull it aside. Her fingertips grazed your clit as she did, just barely enough to make you gasp.
The brief contact left her fingers slick and her brain completely offline.
Ellie's eyes dropped between your bodies, watching the way your pussy dragged over her thigh. Swollen and slick and so fucking pretty it made her dizzy.
"Fuck," Ellie said, and she couldn't keep the strain out of her voice, unable to look away. "You're so—fuck, look at you."
She didn't finish. Couldn't. Just kept her fingers hooked in your underwear, holding it out of the way while you started moving again.
She leaned in slowly, and you met her halfway.
Your lips were soft and a little sticky, moving against hers with an hesitance that made Ellie's chest ache.
Ellie kissed you back just as carefully with her hand cupping your face and her thumb stroking your cheek slowly. She poured everything she couldn't say into the kiss, all the longing and want and desperate affection she had for you.
You made a small sound against her mouth.
The kiss deepened, your tongue tracing the seam of Ellie's lips, and when Ellie opened for you and felt your tongue slide against hers, she felt it all the way down to her toes.
Ellie's hands were shaking slightly. From restraint or arousal or emotion, she didn't know. Probably all three.
Still, they roamed over your back, your sides, your hips. Everywhere she could, willing to remember the shape of you.
Just in case.
Every touch made you gasp into her mouth, made your hips jerk against her. "I've got you," Ellie murmured against your mouth. "I've got you, babe."
The endearment slipped out without her permission, but you didn't seem to mind. If anything, you kissed her even harder.
Your arms came up to wrap around her shoulders, holding on tight, and Ellie felt the shift in you; the way your whole body seemed to curl inward even as your hips kept moving.
Your breathing was harsh against her skin, hot and uneven, and then Ellie felt it.
Dampness spread on her neck where your face was pressed, and then your whole body shuddered with a silent sob, your hips stopping briefly before you forced them to keep moving.
"Hey—" she started, but you just held on tighter.
Your hips stuttered a little when she spoke, the rhythm faltering, and Ellie's hands moved from your ass to your waist, steadying you, even though she didn't know what to do.
"I don't want you to go."
It came out muffled against her neck. Barely audible. Your voice thick and small in a way that made something crack open inside Ellie's ribcage.
She'd known this was coming. Had felt it building for weeks like storm clouds gathering on the horizon. Every time the conversation got close, one of you would veer away. You'd make a joke. She'd kiss you to shut you both up. You'd fuck until you were too tired to think about calendars the fact that Ellie's visa had an expiration date stamped right through the middle of whatever this was between you.
But now you'd said it. The thing you'd both been circling around, too scared to name. And hearing it out loud was enough to make her throat start to burn.
She didn't know what to say. Didn't trust herself to speak without her voice cracking, without everything she'd been holding back spilling out in a way that would make this harder for both of you.
Because she didn't want to go either.
The thought of leaving you had been getting worse with each passing day as the semester wound down—as the calendar pages thinned and her departure loomed closer and closer.
She'd been carrying this weight for weeks now. Watching the days disappear. Making you dinner. Walking you home. Falling into your bed and pretending that if she didn't acknowledge the countdown, it wouldn't be real.
Every morning she woke up next to you was one morning closer to waking up alone.
And she'd been okay with it, really. She'd been fine. She could handle it.
Or so she thought.
"I'm still here," Ellie murmured between kisses. "I'm here right now."
"But you won't be," you said, and you were crying properly now, even as your hips started moving again, seeking something that would make the ache of impending loss feel less overwhelming. "You're gonna leave.”
"Don't think about that," Ellie said, her lips against your temple. "Just—just be here with me. Right now."
You nodded against her neck, your arms tightening around her, and your movements became more focused.
Ellie guided you, helping you find the rhythm again even through the tears. Her hands on your hips kept you moving even when you faltered and the crying made you lose focus.
If this was what you needed right now, if this was how you were choosing to fall apart, then she was going to hold you through it.
"That's it," she murmured. "I'm here.”
You pulled back just enough to kiss her again, and Ellie could taste the salt of your tears mixed with the sweetness of your lip gloss.
The kiss was messy and desperate and perfect.
Ellie's other hand found your breast and cupped it gently, her thumb brushing over your nipple. You gasped into her mouth, your back arching, and Ellie did it again, loving the way you responded to her touch, the way your body moved with hers like you were made to fit together.
Your movements became more urgent and needy, like you were trying to lose yourself in the sensation, trying to forget about the countdown clock hanging over both of you.
"Baby," Ellie said between kisses, but you weren't listening.
You were kissing her like you were drowning and she was air, your hands in her hair, your body pressed so tightly against hers that Ellie couldn't tell where she ended and you began.
"I'm never gonna see you again," you said against her lips, and your voice had Ellie squeezing her eyes shut against the burn of tears.
It felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest.
"Don't say that," Ellie said firmly, her hand coming up to tilt your face toward hers. "Don't say that."
"But it's true. You're gonna go back to Jackson and I'm gonna be here and you will forget about me."
She pulled you into another kiss, desperate to make you understand. To make you believe.
The pleasure was mixing with the ache in her chest in a way that was almost unbearable. I love you, she wanted to say. I love you so much. I could never forget you.
"I won't," Ellie said, and she leaned down to press a kiss to your neck, right over your pulse point. "I promise you'll see me again." Another kiss, higher this time, just below your ear. "We'll figure it out." Another kiss, on your jaw. "I'm not just gonna disappear."
"But how—" you started, and your voice broke on a sob. "How are we supposed to—"
"We'll figure it out," Ellie repeated, and she started pressing kisses down your neck, open-mouthed and desperate.
"Long distance doesn't work," you said, and you sounded certain. Almost defeated. "Everyone says it doesn't work."
Ellie's lips found that spot in your throat that made you gasp, and she sucked gently. "We're not everyone," she murmured against your skin.
Her mouth found yours again, kissing you deep and slow, her tongue sliding against yours. Your tears had slowed but hadn't stopped completely, and Ellie could still taste the salt on your lips
She pulled back just enough to duck her head down and press her mouth directly over your heart. She felt it hammering against her lips—fast and desperate and so alive it made her own chest ache. She kissed you there once, twice, three times, trying to memorize the rhythm of it. Trying to brand the feeling into her memory so she'd never forget what it felt like to be this close to you.
"Please," you whimpered, and Ellie wasn't sure what you were asking for. Still, she was ready to give you everything she had, anyway. Her touch, her words, her complete and utter devotion.
Ellie shifted slightly, her hand sliding between your bodies. Her fingers found your clit and she pressed down, rubbing in tight circles.
"Ah—Yes—" you gasped against her mouth.
There was sweat beading on your forehead despite the cold room, making your skin glow, and Ellie reached up to brush it away gently.
"You're so beautiful," Ellie whispered. "So fucking beautiful. I—"
The words caught in her throat. She couldn't say it. Not yet. Not like this.
But her fingers kept moving, and that seemed to be what you needed anyway.
Your movements became erratic, your breathing ragged, and then you were there, your whole body going rigid in Ellie's arms as pleasure crashed over you.
You cried out—muffled against Ellie's neck but still audible—and Ellie kept rubbing your clit through it, working you through the orgasm, her other hand steady on your hip as you trembled and shook.
You were still crying softly, little hiccupping breaths against her neck, and Ellie just held you tighter, pressing kisses to your temple, your cheek, your hair. Anywhere she could reach.
When you finally went limp against her, your body boneless and sated, Ellie wrapped both arms around you and just held you.
You two still had time. A few more weeks of stolen moments and late nights and falling asleep tangled together in your too-small bed.
It would have to be enough.
It would never be enough.
But it was all she had, so Ellie was going to hold onto every second of it.
⋆｡° ⋆ ˖ a/n:
soft launching my pedagogical views in this like she's right idk... maybe behavioral conditioning isn't THAT bad !! haha jk UNLESS??
i hope you liked it <3 maybe i can make a full one shot of them in the future if you guys are interested. just let me know 🌬
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.
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.
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.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie isn’t possessive or clingy, but she orbits you. You both orbit each other—in a sense that you’re aware of the other person’s space in addition to your own. Her eyes will always find you in a room, and as do yours.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie spends a lot of time with you just hanging around her converted garage. If the two of you had a lack of responsibilities, you could spend days just watching movies or listening to music together.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie isn't reserved around you, so you get all of her crooked grins and loud, sudden bursts of laughter.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie that—despite the ease with which she occasionally moves—has the hardest time relaxing her form when she is on the receiving end during sex. Her fidgety fingers are always reaching and grasping for something—her brows furrowed and stomach clenching. She just feels a lot, like her body never knows what to do with it all.
Short puffs of air would fall shakily from her chapped lips, her entire face just scrunching.
"Oh, shit. F-fuck. Fuckin' yeah, babe—"
"Dude, baby, breathe," you would say, only ever earning an unamused sound from the other girl.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie that also uses "dude" and "babe" interchangeably.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie that doesn't just glance over you once or twice whenever the two of you might share a patrol shift, but instead glances over you like, four times. Whenever you split apart even just by a few feet, she looks over a few times to make sure that you're set and okay before she focuses on her own task. She trusts you, and knows that you're capable, but it's just one of those things for her. If you're good, she's good. Looking out for each other is just part of the routine—not just because it's essential to patrol, but because the two of you are able to fall into such a comfortable rhythm together.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie is literally so easy to talk to. Seconds frequently turn into minutes and those minutes turn into hours whenever the two of you are able to just be without any distractions, as you can talk about anything and everything. She's actually a really good storyteller.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie that claims to be the master of absolutely anything. Any skill you can possibly think of, she's putting master at the end of it as her own official title. If you try to jokingly disagree, you get a pshh and she'll literally just walk away before you can claim otherwise.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie despises the occasions in which you team up with Jesse to annoy her. Sometimes you're able to get to her so quickly. She'll mostly just catch an attitude with Jesse though, and try to supress a faint smile when you start to pepper her cheeks with kisses.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie that genuinely cannot seem to detach her lips away from your skin when the two of you are alone. Again, she's not necessarily clingy, but she has moods. You're soft and warm—she can't help it.
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie says swear words like she's paid in trading cards to do it. Not even just when she's upset or frustrated or anything, they just tumble from her tongue. You often catch her swearing under her breath whenever she talks to herself, too. (Which, is like... a lot.)
» ཐིཋྀ gf!ellie that didn't change much after your relationship went from best friends to girlfriends—it's just that she got more touchy and more vulnerable. You’re still best friends, just with lots and lots (and lots!) of kissing.
notes - okay now go read orbiter LMAO
jkjk but idk why every time i post something serious, i feel like i need to follow it with something lighthearted, and vice versa. orbiter is my current pride and joy though i must admit, i've missed writing canon ellie.
anyway!! i know i've been neglecting my requests lately, and for that i'm sorry. i've gotten quite a few for just general headcanons and how i think ellie would be in a relationship, so!
i did get a few requests lately that i thought were super cute, so i'm gonna work a bit on those as i edit some old drafts to post??? ok bye
<3
✽ 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
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.
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.
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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