can you write something about reader and ellie being in a new relationship! theyâve only had sex a few times and in this particular instance, ellie finds out reader has a praise kink. soft dom!ellie pls<3333
MEOWWWWWW this đ is đ the cutest đ idea đ ever đđđ softdom!ellie my favouritest ever. you will almost always find me writing softdom!ellie. um also this ended up being way longer than i intended! so... this was meant to be like, a blurb. a few paragraphs. it's over 900 words. yeah
soft coos echo in the room, ellie trailing tender kisses up your stomach. the love is so fresh that the two of you can't help but be a little shy still, though, you more than ellie. the girl was glad to get her hands on you the very first time you'd let her.Â
weeks later and she's just as enthusiastic, though reminding herself to steer things slower and gentler. you're still learning so much about each other, like what sets or ruins a mood, what's strange but stimulating, and especially for ellie â she's paying close attention to learning just how much you can take.
slicked fingers prod at your lips and without a second thought you part them. the fingers flatten on your tongue, and ellie's lips curl upwards when you accept it with a pleased hum.
"you can taste yourself, can't you?" she whispers, nipping at the skin of your jawline. the room's almost dead silent, aside from honeyed words and the lewd sounds of you sucking her fingers. "doesn't it taste good, babe? uh-huh⊠i know."
eager with her hands, ellie's had no issue with the physical aspect of sex. but this is the first time she's been so verbal in the moment, and she's already picking up on the difference it's making. what an effect it's having. and all it does is go straight to her head. a steep boost to that ego of hers, which to be fair, could use one.
ellie slides her fingers out of your lips and chuckles to herself, smearing spit over them, thinking about how pliable and docile you are three orgasms deep into her bed.
"just gotta have a taste," she murmurs, so close to your ear that you can feel her breath fan against you. it's so warm, as is the rest of the room, the scent of sex ruminating in the air. she dips down, resting back between your legs.
she's so focused until your hand paws at her head, taking grip of her hair, and you mumble the tiniest, "too sensitive, don't think it's a good idea, soâ"
"oh, no baby, you can take it," ellie encourages, a less cocky and more reassuring smile left on her face now. "you're so good at taking what i give you, i think you can handle this. just one more for me, yeah?"
holy shit. the reassurance has such an effectâ you feel it hard as you attempt to let go and let ellie continue. she pays no mind at first, hands languidly pushing apart your thighs, handfuls squishing at your skin. and yet your mind is still lost over her words. she's been borderline worshipping you all night and yet you're beginning to realise that what is setting tonight apart from all the others is her being so verbose. the praising of your body and your submission â the voice in which she says it and you can tell she means it.
first, she tucks that one temperamental strand of hair back behind her ear, and then she licks a tentative stripe down your soaked pussy.Â
before your shaking hand takes leisure in ellie's hair â which she knows would end in fruitless tugging â she catches your hand in hers. "that's it, pretty girl. mmh, i know it's so intense, but you're gonna lay here and take it all, ain't that right?"
you nod so fervently, squeezing ellie's hand. she's definitely been beginning to notice this sudden affinity for her praises. it's amusing, yet at the same time, so rousing.Â
a soft kiss against your clit has you bucking your hips closer, yet your hips want to wriggle away. you can't tell what you even want. but that's okay, isn't it? ellie's already decided for you.
thumbing at your clit now, ellie gives you a wide grin, watching you struggle and writhe. "oh, is that too much?" she watches you shake your head, admiring the look of sweet determination on your face. "no? good girl."
she all but dives into your cunt, lapping and sucking your cum like she's starving. she won't stop until you've covered her face in it. she's making careful, very intentional use of words nowâ rasping them against your hot skin so that you truly, physically feel her praise. feeling your hand squeeze hers so tight eggs her on, her eyes boring into your own. ellie watches you try at anything to ease the overstimulation, your free hand grasping and squeezing your tit. she listens to your mewls and moans over the sounds of her slurping your pussy.
"that's it, baby," ellie coos, "i know, i know. you're being so fuckin' good for me."
"ellie," you sigh, she can see it clearly, how fast your breathing picks up and how your legs threaten closure around her head. "ellie, oh, oh my god."
"you taste too sweet, baby," ellie muses, watching it all go right to your head. the way your eyelids droop, you're close.Â
this has been her greatest bedroom discovery yet. with you teetering on the edge of orgasm, she makes her next words count, her voice reverberating against you. "be a good girl now, cum for me."
need to see something about soft dom/romantic service top ellie w reader whoâs love language is physical touch and just craves it sm
A/n: I kinda got lost in what I was writing - Iâm not sure if itâs exactly what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy it!!
Cw: Smut!! MDNI. Sleepy morning sex and tribbing<33
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As the first rays of dawn seep through the curtains of yours and Ellieâs shared bedroom, her eyes crack open, shuffling slightly to pull your warm, sleeping body into hers. Your soft sigh in her neck was sweet, a gentle caress. The stretch that followed was joined by you moving to lay completely on top of Ellie, an instinctive move to be closer.
Ellie lets out a sleepy giggle, her arms tightening around you as she traces lazy circles over your back. In the haze between sleep and wake, the stillness was broken only by your shared, even breaths and the steady beats of your hearts pressed together.
You let out a soft âMmâ in response to Ellieâs giggle, peppering a sleepy kiss on her neck, the gesture warm and tender as you nuzzled closer, curling your arms under the pillow that Ellieâs head rested on. âMm,â she hummed back, a sound of content, her hands returning to idly trace your back.
Ellie begins to trail soft kisses along the sensitive skin behind your ear, forcing a giggle out of you. âTickles,â you mumble. She smiles in response and continues her kisses, gently tracing the soft skin between your ear and neck. Your neck tilts as she finds your sweet spot, a whimper escaping your lips, and a small buck of your hips against hers.
Ellieâs heart skips a beat at the sound, feeling the tightening of her core, leading her to slightly arch her hips up in return. âAlways so sensitive, baby,â she whispers in your ear, as her hand glides to your hip, squeezing gently. Her eyes flicker to the mirror, taking in the sight of your body nestled against hers. You continue to circle your hips in a slow pattern, your eyes closed in your sleepy state, your breathing getting heavier as you grip onto her bicep. Her hand, still wrapped around your hip, squeezed tighter - an unspoken acknowledgment of your growing need. You press your hips harder into her as a silent plea. Ellieâs breath hitches and she brushes her fingers down your spine to your ass, squeezing gently as she presses you closer, eliciting another whimper out of you.
Ellie, sensitive to your bodyâs cues, trailed slower, wet kisses along your neck. She slipped her hand down your pajama pants, her free hand tilting your chin up to meet her eyes. She smiles as she gazes into your eyes before leaning forward, capturing your lips with hers in a slow, gentle kiss as her fingers brush along your wet folds. You moan softly into Ellieâs mouth, grinding against her hand, aching for more.
Her middle finger circles your hole, feeling it clench around nothing, before sliding in, thrusting slowly. Her other hand leaves your hip, cradling the back of your head as the kiss grows deeper, panting into each otherâs mouths.
Ellie takes her hand out of your pants and gently rolls you off of her, laying you on your back. Her lips continue to drag across your skin as she slowly pulls your pants and panties down, before moving to your shirt. She takes a moment, raking her eyes with dilated pupils over your body in appreciation before flickering up to meet yours again.
Although you enjoy Ellieâs loving gaze, your body throbs with impatience. You tug on her arm, pulling her body flush against yours, kissing her fervently as your fingers glide through her hair. Your hands trail up Ellieâs shirt, lifting the fabric over her head, revealing her perky breasts. Your eager hands cup them, thumbs circling her nipples in a featherlight touch. Ellie gasps and arches her back, before swiftly removing her boxers.
She presses her body into yours, lips and tongues colliding together messily, hips bucking together. She groans as she feels your wetness against her thigh, her fingers squeezing and tugging every inch your body. You slide your hand down, squeezing her ass firmly. âEllieâŠâ you breathe out, a plea, unabashed need in your voice. Ellie lets out a quiet moan against your lips in response, her fingers coiling around your thighs to spread you open, before hooking one of her own over yours. Without warning, she presses her wet pussy against yours, a shuddering sigh escaping both of your lips. You lift your hips, slick with your own arousal and buck in rhythm.
âOh god,â you gasp, your eyes rolling back and hands gripping onto Ellie, pulling her closer. She lets out ragged breaths and hushed whimpers as she grinds against you faster, your slippery clits and folds echoing in the room. âSo good, baby,â she whispers shakily into your ear, her hands gripping tightly onto your thigh and hip.
âFaster, please,â you beg. Ellie lets out a breathy moan, her words strangled as she manages to speak, âAnything for you, baby.â She rolls her hips in a fervent rhythm, both of your thighs shaking as they struggle to remain in place. Ellie curls her fingers under your hip, lifting you slightly to align you better, bucking her hips swiftly, needing to cum just as much as you do.
âFuck, mmph. Iâm gonna⊠cum, you close?â She pants into your ear, her entire body tensing up. âAlmost⊠donât s-stop, please,â you say through a soft whine. Ellie curses under her breath, using every ounce of willpower to hold back her orgasm. Both of your moans turn into breathy, rapid whimpers, bodies trembling as you edge closer and closer. She presses her fingers into your skin with an almost painful grip as she looks down at you, her eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted, mirroring your own desperation.
Suddenly, your hips, once bucking in rhythm with Ellieâs halt in place, before trembles rack your body. You tug onto Ellieâs hair, gasping for air as you let out sighs and moans of both relief and euphoria. Ellie feels the sticky wetness between you become more slippery, her movements becoming frantic. âFuck, yes, baby. Good girl,â she whispers and her eyes roll back as her hips shudder, back arching. She releases shaky moans as her chest heaves.
Your grip on Ellieâs body loosens as the aftershocks wash over you, your limbs sinking into the mattress as you close your eyes. Ellieâs body collapses on top of yours, her breathing labored. She swallows hard and hums softly into your chest, the rumble vibrating through your body. The room, moments ago filled with lust, now lay silent in the comfort of the afterglow. After a few minutes of gentle caresses and soft âlove youâs,â Ellie lifts her head and presses a lazy, tender kiss on your lips. Your eyes open and you smile, a dreamy haze etched across your face. She returns your smile and presses her forehead against yours.
âFuck, morning sex is so good,â she says through a chuckle. You giggle with amusement and nod, pulling her back down against your chest, enjoying the closeness and the intimacy that only she could provide you with. The post-coital bliss lulls you both back into your sleepy embrace, spending the next few hours of the morning pressed together - a deep and comforting slumber enveloping you.
âââââ And what the hell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends - This doesn't make much sense, no âȘ
âââââ All those sleepless nights - And all those wasted days - I wish loneliness would leave me - But I think it's here to stay âȘ
| a/n - depending on how well this does, i'll decide if i'll be posting the rest of this fic or just leaving it here. thank you for your patience waiting for part three... please share ur thoughts bc that's my favorite part! i wrote this a little tipsy bc i wanted to get the right pacing of drinking so hopefully u get the vibe hehe
| c/w - swearing, alcohol used as a coping mechanism, drinking, very small emetophobia warning! brief mention of sick (not detailed whatsoever), and a tiny dash of nsfw
you twirled and twirled in front of your dusted vanity mirror. the skirt that addie had made you was doing wonders.
you felt pretty.
what a ridiculous thing to say in this type of world.
the sky was streaked with orange, the promise of darkness growing closer by the second.
your stomach was in knots as you walked down the road. you tried to muster up excitement, telling yourself that was the reason for your shivers and shaking hands. if you forced it hard enough, perhaps it would be true.
perhaps you were a little too eager to drink, anything to numb your feelings or make you feel easy going, at least for a little while.
typically, you didn't like to drink much. you hated the taste, the way it constantly made you gag no matter how much you tried to like it. you hated feeling sick, too.
now, that didn't matter too much. if you were terribly sick the next day, so be it. maybe the sickness was the punishment that you deserved, and you decided that you would let it be.
dina's laughter echoed around you. you weren't sure what was said, but the ghost of a smile etched itself onto your lips anyway.
you pulled your gaze away from your feet, looking upwards to dina's grinning face instead. you had just caught the last second of a worried expression crossing jesse's face beforehand.
"stop dragging your feet," ellie complained, brushing your arm with her own. your skin responded almost instantly with chills. you could blame it on the cold weather, a cardigan wrapped protectively around your shoulders and arms. the days were certainly warming up, but the crisp air at night was an unforgiving reminder of the harsh winter everyone had struggled through.
you grumbled something inaudible in response, falling in line with your friends.
the four of you, a group of twenty somethings walking along almost happily as if the night could hold some sort of promise.
some older residents of jackson might chuckle, joking about staying out of trouble with a shake of their head. almost immediately their smiles would fall, remembering their own youth and how realistically, nobody would ever get to experience something like that again.
the light peeking through the tipsy bison ignited the fire in your nerves. jesse held the door open and you huddled in, giggling at the way seth loudly groaned once he set eyes on you and the three friends that followed. it almost could've been endearing if he wasn't such a piece of shit.
two older men sat at the bar turned and gave polite smiles as ellie claimed a rounded table in the corner. otherwise, it was pretty quiet. not for long.
"you look so cute," dina gushed in your ear, brushing her hands over your shoulder. "mrs. hollis really is a gem."
your lips slipped into a smile, cheeks burning. "thanks," you breathed out, looking at ellie out of the corner of your eye.
she had teased you quite a few times for saving a clothing item for a special occasion, but it didn't matter much. if you didn't go out of your way to try and make things special, how would they ever be?
dina pushed your back into the direction of the table where ellie and jesse were settling in. "go, sit. drink. be happy, or merry, or.. whatever they say."
you moved to the table as dina crossed to the bar. ellie's gaze raised, patting the seat next to her.
"hi," you said, sliding into the high top.
"so glad you could join us," jesse replied, charming and awkward and obviously testing the waters. he kept glancing between yourself and ellie and you wished he wouldn't. you hadn't even told him anything.
"you look pretty," ellie remarked, as if it were the most casual thing in the world that she could say. you felt feverish.
you opened your mouth to respond, but jesse drummed his fingers against the table.
"better go help my girl with our drinks," he announced, making things worse when he quickly stood up from the table.
"they're disgusting," ellie mumbled, watching as he joined dina and instantly snaked an arm around her waist.
you turned to look at ellie, watching as she watched jesse and dina. "you love them," you disagreed. "i'm glad they're back together."
"yeah. me too," ellie replied.
her tone sounded distant, causing your eyebrows to furrow as you turned and scooted closer to ellie. "what's the matter?" you questioned, just as music started playing throughout the bar. you both looked up at the same time, watching dina and jesse carrying drinks to your table. you wondered which was the one to sweet talk seth into turning on the music. you were almost certain that it had been jesse.
ellie went for her glass instantly, to which you glanced at her once again out of concern. surely though, you couldn't blame her. she had seemed so stressed lately. so.. tense. more than usual, at least.
jesse's filled glass matched ellie's, a flavor you certainly could never develop a taste for, no matter how troubled you were.
you stared down at your own beverage, swallowing hard. you could already taste it without even taking a sip. the anticipation was surely making it worse.
"cheers," you said suddenly, making your joke obvious by the way that you lifted your drink of choice. "to the happy couple."
dina groaned, reaching across the table to smack playfully at your hand.
"enough with that," dina pressed, but still tapped her glass against your own.
"cheers to this week of patrol being fucking over," ellie chimed in, sharing a knowing look with dina.
you wanted to ask about it, but the way that both of the girls took a long drink after the statement made you keep quiet.
the first sip was the hardest part. you knew how bad it would taste. you forced a straight face and took the biggest drink that you could manage. you swallowed down a cough, which didn't go unnoticed by jesse. he laughed, but didn't tease you.
falling into conversation was easy for your friends. you half listened, mostly focusing on the alcohol in front of you. it wasn't right, you knew that, but you wanted to get the drinking part over with quickly so you could just land at the end result.
get it over with.
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"-don't you think?"
you tore your eyes upwards, wanting to locate the face that belonged to the voice just as you heard your name being impatiently called.
"i said, don't you think? you agree, right?"
ellie was looking at you expectantly.
"yeah. yeah, of course," you found yourself saying.
"oh jesus christ," ellie groaned, shaking her head.
"we've lost her," jesse concluded and you scrambled to sit up straighter in your seat.
"no, you haven't," you forced out. you had been preoccupied, but not lost. maybe your mind had just taken you for hostage, a thought repressed with every sip that you forced down.
your cheeks were starting to feel a little warm, but you were still painfully aware of ellie's body heat next to you and the way that you kept fidgeting with your hair.
"can you really blame him, ellie?" dina continued, not letting your short blip disrupt the conversation. "he just cares about you, that's all."
ellie snorted, and you knew the topic needed to change fast.
"can i try?" you questioned all of a sudden, eyes flicking to the glass held tightly in ellie's hand.
"you don't like it," she reminded you softly, the change in her tone genuinely catching you off guard.
"maybe i do now," you pressed, grateful for the way that dina and jesse began their own conversation from their side of the table. you scooted a little closer to ellie, as much as your chair could allow without swaying. you moved to grab the drink from ellie, but instead she raised the glass to your lips and tilted it. you took a careful sip, eyes scrunching shut as the flavor hit your tongue.
ellie laughed, moving away from you and taking a sip of her own. "that's what i thought," she mumbled, shaking her head with a smile.
"whatever, i'm empty. anyone need a refill?" you announced. it was maybe the third or second round of drinks, you couldn't tell who had what once drinks had started to be shared.
"please," dina grinned, sliding her own cup across the table for you to grab.
you nodded once in acknowledgment before attempting to hop off of the chair. it ended up being more of a slide, steadying yourself with one hand gripping the edge of the table.
"shit," you murmured, standing up straight and collecting the glasses in your hands.
clearly, you had underestimated things. it was only made apparent once you were standing up and moving.
you took focused steps, walking over to the bar and inwardly groaning as seth was very obviously trying not to make eye contact with you. he absolutely hated you, which wasn't much of a loss.. but still humiliating under the circumstances in which the negative feelings arose.
"you gonna drink me out of my own fucking bar again?" seth asked harshly, causing you to wince in reply. you simply shook your head, gesturing to have the cups refilled.
it had been two winters ago, maybe. a close call with ellie at an awkward sleepover had you running to the bison for something to help you cope. you shouldn't have been drinking anyway but you did and seth yelled at you, saying there wasn't going to be any alcohol left for the rest of the town.
the next day, you were horribly sick and ashamed. you spent the day throwing up, wallowing in your own pity.
you had told ellie that you had thought maybe you had the flu.
you debated on ignoring him altogether or making a witty quip, but you took too long to decide and the moment passed.
"just two of the same, please," you mumbled, setting the two glasses in front of him.
seth looked at you and breathed out heavily, squinting his eyes. whatever he wanted to say, he held back as he wordlessly refilled the glasses for you. once returned you smiled, or maybe grimaced, and began to turn away before a nagging idea entered your mind.
you drank, quickly, and had your glass filled once more. it only took a matter of seconds, and you had been convinced that was the last step required to rid yourself of the rather unforgiving thoughts plaguing your brain.
like nothing more even happened, you turned as quickly as possible to the table and made your way back to your friends without spilling any drops.
their boisterous laughter caused the appearance of a frown on your lips. a fear of missing out, why were they laughing so wildly now, once you weren't present for the conversation?
"what're you talking about?" your eyebrows furrowed together as you balanced your body back onto the chair.
"nothing," ellie shook her head, her lips slipping into an amused smile.
"that's not nice," you murmured, cheeks warm as dina reached across the table to grab her drink. "you're leaving me out."
"never," ellie responded, her voice dipping low into a mumble. her hand gently squeezed your forearm, reassuringly.
ellie's touch was gone as quickly as it had came and you held your drink up to your lips, hiding the flustered manner in which your lips twisted about.
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ellie really was trying to focus on whatever jesse was going on about, but your cardigan kept slipping off of your shoulders and your laugh was ringing above the conversation.
her gaze kept wandering to where you were sat next to her, fidgeting with your fingers as you enthusiastically nodded along to the conversation. ellie could tell that you were drunk, or very quickly approaching it, by the way in which you were allowing yourself to fully ramble at the table instead of carefully thinking over and choosing your words.
truthfully, wholeheartedly, ellie adored the way in which you lit up when you told a story.
she leaned back in her seat, hand resting carelessly against her glass as she became more interested in your story than what she was meant to be listening to.
ellie could also tell when you were tipsy, at the very least, because you seemed to be a lot more prone to physical touch. every few seconds your elbow found itself bumping against ellie's. a hand on an arm, a head rested on a shoulder, your head in her lap.
you threw your head back while you laughed, a genuine, nose scrunched type of laugh. ellie quickly tore her eyes away and nearly choked on her drink when your head landed on her shoulder.
"you okay?" ellie mumbled. she might've accidentally interrupted dina, but ellie's words were quiet anyway. her body was tense at the contact and she found herself reaching for her glass once again, fingertips gripping at the rim.
you nodded, your cheek bumping against ellie's shoulder but your words came out in response to dina.
"-and did you see cat's new tattoo?" you asked, your eyes widening in an expression that ellie thought looked like awe.
"no," dina guffawed, and ellie felt you nod again.
"wait, another?" jesse questioned suddenly, and finally ellie had an excuse to join into your conversation.
a bigger gulp of alcohol burned its way down ellie's throat and she swore that she could feel her face flush.
you sat up suddenly, stomach nearly slamming against the table edge as you pushed yourself forward. your laugh was breathy now, as if it had taken all of the effort in the world for you to sit straight. you slapped your hand over your own shoulder blade in explanation. "right there," you clarified.
"what was it?" jesse asked, and ellie noticed that his face was looking a little red as well.
you shrugged. "i didn't get that good of a look," you sighed. "but it's probably something cool."
"damn," dina said wistfully. "she's cool."
ellie scoffed. "bullshit, i have never heard you say that cat's cool."
"what's wrong with cat?" jesse pipped in. you curiously raised an eyebrow, and ellie tried hard not to look at you.
"nothing," ellie defended. "but dina definitely never used to think cat was cool. you used to say quite the opposite, actually."
"did i?" dina teased. "i've never had a problem with her. you guys just weren't right for each other," she completed, settling seriously as her gaze met ellie's.
ellie could feel your eyes on her, and she could very nearly anticipate some smart remark from jesse. dina's gaze was practically unsettling, how intense it was all of a sudden. there was something there, something knowing between herself and dina. ellie brought her glass to her lips once more, a cop out from having to reply.
just like that, the gaze was avoided. your arm bumped against ellie's as you sank down in defeat.
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how had you ever been sad?
the music had been turned up louder, louder than seth's grumbles and protests. it was something old, something with a lot of guitar that sounded like people would dance in boots to. ellie had rolled her eyes and swatted at you after your attempted description, but you didn't mind. you knew it was silly. the alcohol was too strong for you to mind.
you danced with dina, feeling like the most radiant person in the world while your skirt swished around your ankles. your own laughter sounded far away, echoing in your ears. your cheeks genuinely hurt from smiling, and if anyone were to place a hand across your forehead, surely you would feel feverish.
cardigan forgotten, your sleeves had been bunched up between your elbows and wrists. you twirled and twirled, laughing hysterically as your arms got tangled with dina's. you could hear ellie and jesse laughing too, somewhere far away and hazy. you knew in the back of your mind that they were laughing at you, but you didn't mind. you laughed along anyway.
the burn in your throat that tempted a gag with each sip was subdued. each taste no longer prompted a wince, which resulted in probably a sip too many.
you were happy. beaming, even. couldn't you feel like this forever?
time passed in seconds and years while you were drinking in the tipsy bison. had you been dancing ten minutes ago, or ten weeks ago? you looked down at your feet, trying to decide if they looked tired.
you squinted hard. were your feet always this blurry?
"you alright, kid?"
you squinted harder. a man was talking to you. you looked up, and raising your gaze took a few days, maybe.
jesse.
it took a few seconds for his words to process in your ears.
"am i alright?" you questioned, your tongue numb. jesse laughed, so you laugh too.
so silly.
"time for her to go, williams." jesse says. you laughed, then realized he's talking about you, so you twist your lips into a frown.
"no," you disagreed.
ellie raised an eyebrow, in a way that almost looks lazy. she scans you over, almost pretending to be serious, before a lighthearted laugh escapes her.
"ease up," she tells jesse simply. you nodded once along with ellie.
yeah, ease up, you think, because you forgot to move your lips and say it out loud.
everyone seems to be satisfied because the conversation moves along. you sighed, content, and traced your finger along the edge of the table. you mentally searched your brain for the worried fuzz that previously clouded it, but found nothing. the ambience of chatter and laughter was like medicine for your mind.
you were the first of your friends to switch to water. you sipped it slowly, dragging your eyes between dina and jesse. you really did love them, the closest thing to a family that you had ever had. you felt an extremely strong urge to blurt it out then and there, but managed to swallow it along with your water.
you heard ellie laugh so you laughed too, like a reflex. your eyes found her now without even trying, but you never really had to try anyway. it didn't matter if you were sat right next to her or all the way across jackson, you always seemed to just find her. you were completely drawn to her, just as you had always been.
you felt like jelly.
ellie's features had you completely transfixed.
you weren't necessarily listening to the conversation, just studying ellie's features and reactions. the sounds around you had blended together and you blinked heavily, memorizing ellie's side profile as if you hadn't already had it memorized.
your eyes found the strand of hair following the curve of ellie's cheek and chin. the slope of her nose. she kept laughing, the corners of her eyes crinkling up. you stared for so long, your gaze was fixated.
at some point you must've laughed, because suddenly ellie was staring right back at you.
you forget to tear your eyes away, because you just don't really feel the need to.
"the fuck is wrong with you?" ellie questioned.
her eyebrows were knitted together in confusion, though the slow smile that grew on her lips made her look slightly amused, too.
"nothing," you breathed, and not even the alcohol could help the pounding in your chest when ellie looked at you like that.
"-think it's time to call it," jesse concluded, pushing his glass away from him.
"quitter," dina taunted, and she might've leaned in to kiss him but you weren't sure. you weren't looking.
"nothing?" ellie laughed, repeating your words. she squinted at you and leaned in closer, as if that would help her to reveal the truth.
"are you guys heading out too?" dina questioned, standing with jesse.
"in a minute," ellie answered, finally tearing her eyes away from your own.
sloppy goodbye's were given, giggles and thank you's despite seeing each other every day.
you ducked when jesse reached down to ruffle your hair, but you weren't able to dodge it.
ellie watched as dina and jesse left together, hand in hand. once she finally turned back to you, she laughed in astonishment.
"seriously, what?" ellie chuckled, shaking her head under your gaze.
"i don't know, shut up," you avoided, smoothing the material of your skirt over your lap.
"you're a bad liar," ellie said pointedly, leaning in closer with a determined expression as she scanned your facial features.
frowning at ellie's scrutiny, you caved under the minimal pressure that she had applied.
"your hair," you admitted softly. your answer obviously didn't clarify anything for the girl sat next to you. her brows remained furrowed, as if to imply 'go on..'
you shouldn't use alcohol as an excuse, but you did. reaching a gentle hand out, your fingers brushed against the strand of hair that followed the curve of ellie's cheek. her expression seemed to change a million times within the few, short seconds that the interaction lasted.
"i like when you wear it like this," you said simply, dropping your hand back onto your lap. ellie instinctively reached her hand back and touched her hair, cheeks reddening.
"shut up," ellie said, but her tone lacked any real authority.
"why?" you asked back, nearly instantly. "can't i compliment my friend?"
ellie shook her head, dropping her gaze and swallowing a chuckle as she finished off the rest of the liquid from her glass.
"what?" you asked, lips etching into a smile. you weren't sure why you were pushing now, but it was entertaining. "you said i looked pretty earlier, remember that?"
ellie coughed, eyes widening for only the briefest of seconds. "so what? you do look pretty." ellie doubled down, her gaze flicking over you. her voice was smooth, but her cheeks were red. it made you giggle.
"okay, thank you. you do too," you responded, fidgeting with the bottom hem of your sweater.
ellie pushed away from the table, rolling her eyes. "oh, fuck off," she snorted.
you scrambled out of your chair, thankfully grabbing onto the hand that ellie had offered out to you as you hopped down from the high top.
"fuck you, you look good," you insisted.
ellie dropped your hand, her nose wrinkling as she stopped to study you once again. "what's the matter with you?"
"oh my god, williams. you have got to lighten up," you laughed, looking away from her as you shook your head. you felt hot.
ellie was silent as you left the tipsy bison, and your stomach twisted.
was she actually bothered? you were being too much, right?
the sky was dark. everything outside seemed still.
you breathed in deep as the crisp air hit your face. something about the cold air burning your hot cheeks felt like a wave of reality. there was that lingering of the harsh winter still in the air, but something else, too. the promise of a warm spring to come.
"sorry," you said suddenly, concentrating really hard on the steps that you were taking. "i didn't mean to-"
"please. don't be dumb," ellie said. her tone was lighthearted. you were fine.
ellie's pace was relaxed as you both walked. it was a stark contrast from how tense she had seemed previously in the evening. you wondered if she had been using the alcohol to her own advantage too.
lost in thought, you nearly tripped over your own feet. ellie's laughter bounced around the empty road but she grabbed your hand immediately, helping to steady you. ellie didn't let go, so you didn't either.
you looked sideways at her, trying to step carefully so your steps didn't sound clumsy. ellie scanned her surroundings a lot when she walked, even now. it was less pointed now, but you could still notice it.
you thought back to the previous evening, ellie's body in your bed and the way in which she had looked at you. so close, so intentional.
you might've been anxious, but you weren't stupid. it had been a moment, right?
or at least, it almost was.
the alcohol wasn't pacifying anything. your heart rammed against your chest.
"where'd you go?" ellie asked, and the softness of her tone caught you off guard.
"nowhere," you answered, squeezing her hand. "just thinking."
"about?" ellie pressed, purposely bumping into you. you slowed to a stop, shrugging your shoulders.
"everything," you answered simply, dropping her hand. it almost wasn't a lie.
"ah, right. that narrows it down," ellie snarked.
"shut up," you laughed breathlessly, because her face seemed to be the only thing in full focus and ellie's stare was intense, even when it wasn't intended to be.
"what, we're keeping secrets now?" ellie pressed, her voice raising in pitch. her cheeks were still tinted, you could tell even in the dark.
a secret or two was fine to keep, you thought, especially if it was about potentially being in love with your best friend.
"please, as if you don't have any secrets," you retorted, almost a little too accusingly. ellie had been different lately.
off.
ellie shook her head, eyebrows pinching together. "not from you," she answered, taking a step closer. her tone made your heart soar, but something about the way that her eyes changed made her words not entirely believable.
the smallest difference would make you spiral, but that's what the alcohol had been for. now, you could simply play along.
"well, me neither," you insisted as you continued down the familiar path to ellie's.
ellie scoffed in response. "aren't i special?" she said sarcastically.
"you are." your tone was straight forward, adamant.
ellie shook her head, which made you frown. you wanted her to reach for your hand again.
you lingered outside of ellie's, staying back a step as she fumbled with the door.
"i'll see you tomorrow, okay?" you said softly, not enjoying how much effort it was taking you now to enunciate your words.
"you're not coming in?" ellie asked, tilting her head at you. she looked disappointed, you thought.
"i don't know. you're making me nervous," you admitted without any time to regret it.
ellie laughed in disbelief. "what are you talking about?"
"you're being intimidating," you spat out, wrapping your arms around yourself. you wouldn't ever say that to her, but for some reason you did, and now you had to deal with the dejected expression that appeared on ellie's face.
"how?"
"because im kind of drunk and i know i'll say something without thinking."
"something bad?" ellie questioned, eyebrows raised in concern.
"no," you answered.
"i think.. i'm gonna need an example."
you shook your head. "stop. you're being so... i can't handle it.
"i'm not doing anything," ellie argued.
"i know. you're just.. you."
"in a good way, or a bad way?" ellie asked, red in the face and obviously confused. you felt like you were floating, watching your body from afar and silently screaming at yourself to shut up! stop talking!
"a good way. a really, really good way."
brows still pinched together, the tiniest ghost of a smile appeared at ellie's lips. "what're you doing?" she asked slowly, her tone dropping.
"i don't know," you rushed out. you were dizzy. very dizzy, and you felt like you were burning up. you dropped your arms to your sides.
"are you being serious right now, or are you fucking with me?" ellie asked, stepping closer.
your body felt like it was buzzing. your words nearly came out in a whisper.
"i'm serious."
just like that, ellie's nervous guise was dropped. she was suddenly confident, smirking and invading your personal space. it was like all she needed was confirmation that she wasn't being misguided, and she turned into a different person.
"you could've just said so," ellie murmured, eyes darting across your own.
you bumped your back against the door for stability. your knees felt like they could buckle at any second. you wished that maybe you had drank more, because your nerves seemed to be taking control now.
"i don't know what i'm doing," was all that you seemed to be able to muster up with ellie looking at you like that.
your words had some sort of reaction within ellie, because the corners of her lips twitched and she let out a breathy laugh, the scent of alcohol consuming you.
kissing ellie wasn't how you had imagined it to be.
it was sudden and hurried, her lips crashing against your own. your breath caught in your throat once her tongue slid against yours.
you had imagined, maybe, that everything around you would quiet.
instead, all of your senses were on high alert. the taste of alcohol in her mouth, the wind stinging your cheeks. your stomach twisted and turned and your knees threatened to give out at any second.
you pulled away eventually, eyes wild and glistening.
"ellie?"
"was that okay?" ellie's voice was low and you found yourself nodding before her sentence was even finished.
at your confirmation, ellie gripped your hip with one hand to keep you steady as she pushed the door open with her free hand. the door swinging out from behind you almost made you jump, so ellie tightened her grip.
ellie's lips were on yours again within seconds of kicking the door shut. you were blind, taking backwards steps into ellie's house.
your heart was pounding. you swore ellie could hear it. you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to not think.
you gasped once your back hit the wall and ellie tilted her head, deepening the kiss when you were steady once again.
her calloused fingertips slipped underneath the hem of your tank top, ghosting along your stomach and waist. the shaky sigh that you released into the kiss seemed to only encourage her more.
surely you would need to breathe soon, but you wouldn't dare pull away.
it wasn't anything like you allowed yourself to imagine, but that was fine. you weren't disappointed, it was just different.
you got the sudden urge to step back and look at her, to make sure that she was still your ellie, but you wouldn't.
stop. thinking.
ellie's hands were on your neck and then your shoulders, pushing your cardigan away from your arms and onto the floor. you dug your fingertips into the fabric of her shirt, pulling her body against your own. each breath apart was hurried and shaky, as if you couldn't collapse together again quick enough.
ellie's mouth attached to your jaw, kissing upwards until she was right below your ear. you gasped at the feeling, a small breathy sound leaving your throat and you could feel ellie smirk against your jaw.
butterflies exploded in your stomach. your hands were shaking as you wrapped your arms around ellie's shoulders, tugging her closer and pulling her lips back to yours.
this was everything that you had always wanted, right?
so you tried to push away the growing pit in your stomach and focus on the feeling of ellie's fingers tracing against your flesh.
goosebumps pricked over your bare arms and your body knocked against ellie's. one of her hands dipped to the waistband of your skirt and you nearly squeaked in surprise. ellie's other hand pushed your tank top upwards, exposing the underside of your bra.
you barely had one second to be insecure before ellie was mumbling against your lips.
"you're so-" ellie pressed a kiss below your ear.
"fucking," another kiss, on your neck.
"pretty," ellie concluded, kissing your collarbone before her mouth found way back to yours.
of course, ellie had complimented you before. but the low, raspy tone of her voice now was the cause of a deep warmth that spread throughout your entire body. despite it, you shivered at her touch, ellieâs fingertips tracing along your skin.
ellieâs name left your mouth as a whisper, though it still gained her attention. she pulled away, just barely, her eyes boring into your own as her fingertips pulled at your hips.
âis this okay?â she asked, her words serious and steady.
you nodded, trying desperately not to shy under her gaze. âpromise,â you whispered.
ellie kissed you again, the movements bordering on erratic. you straightened your back against the wall the best that you could manage and lifted your leg, hooking it around ellie's waist to tug her closer.
she made a sound of surprise against your mouth, but the way that she kissed you showed you that she was more than okay with it.
the skirt that you were wearing was being bunched around your thighs, ellie haphazardly tugging it upwards so her hand could roam your thigh.
your breath hitched, every single thought in your mind ramming together and forming mush. you slipped your fingers underneath ellie's shirt, pressing your palms against her back.
you couldn't believe this was happening. and yet, it wasn't like how you had imagi-
a fingertip swiped across your clothed center, so light it was almost like it hadn't even happened. you gasped once your body jolted in reaction, earning a small chuckle from ellie.
you hadn't drank enough, apparently, to save yourself from being embarrassed.
you kissed her to make up for it, swallowing a whine once the sensation appeared yet again. ellie's fingers trailed across your underwear, like she was taking her time.
it was a stark contrast from how you were kissing, as if each tiny breath was too much time apart.
you were nearly certain that your hands were shaking. your nails dipped into ellie's back, causing her to sigh against your lips. once her fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties, you were done for.
you had never- obviously. ellie knew that. was she considering that now?
you assumed ellie had. though she never really seemed to like to talk about that sort of stuff with you. she had been with cat for awhile-
you deepened the kiss, speeding up to match the pace of ellie's movements.
not the time to think about the past.
ellie's fingers dipped lower and your breath was shallow, legs weak with anticipation.
"ellie-" you mustered, the words barely audible and practically swallowed by the kiss. ellie heard it, however, and something about it made her pull away.
ellie snapped back, her lips leaving yours just as suddenly as it had been when she first kissed you. she quickly pulled her hands away, taking a step back.
you nearly gulped the air, trying to catch your breath and make sense of the situation. you pressed a hand against the wall behind you, steadying yourself.
"ellie? what's-"
"shit," ellie murmured, taking another step away from you and shutting her eyes tight.
your stomach dropped.
the situation was unfamiliar to you, but anyone could tell that something was wrong.
this wasn't how it was supposed to be.
you froze, eyes wide and lips swollen. you watched as ellie raked her hands through her hair, pacing away from you.
"ellie, what?" you pressed, your voice coming out in a pathetic whisper.
"nothing," ellie dismissed, refusing to meet your eyes.
your heart hammered against your chest, a wave of emotions flooding over you.
shame, disgust, guilt, regret-
"el-"
"seriously, nothing. it's just late. you drank a lot, right?" ellie accused, staring at the floor.
you shook your head, humiliation digging a hole into your stomach. "not too much, obviously. i'm fine, what's-"
"it's just late," ellie repeated. "i'm tired. you should probably get home."
and there it was.
you pressed your palm harder against the wall in an effort to prevent yourself from collapsing onto the floor.
every doubt, every insecurity, every reason preventing you from being honest with ellie about your feelings rang true in your head. your anxieties had been right, and now there was no taking it back.
you tried to catch her eye in the dark, but ellie wasn't budging.
"w-what?" you breathed out, tears pricking in your eyes.
"you should probably get going," ellie reinforced, her voice devoid of any emotion.
before you could get another word in or even process what the fuck had just happened, ellie turned her back and left the room.
you stood alone in the dark, hands trembling at your sides.
what?
you stayed still for a moment, holding your breath and hoping that ellie would come back.
she didn't.
you gathered your cardigan from the floor, rushing to cover your arms and flee from the scene of the crime.
your body felt as though it was in shock when you were greeted again by the cold night. the unforgiving chill and the fevered warmth throughout your body were battling to win, each sensation fighting to take over.
you wobbled only a few steps away from ellie's house. your stomach lurched. you only had a second to keel over before you threw up, all of the alcohol and shame making itself apparent on the street.
you wrapped your arms tight around your body, trying to force your brain to wrap itself around what happened. you couldn't make sense of it.
you thought that you might throw up again, but instead a sob choked its way up your throat.
you waited just a second, sobs rattling your chest with your arms tightly wrapped around yourself. you stared at her house, willing her to come outside, tell you it was some sort of sick joke and comfort you.
you knew that she wouldn't.
you carried yourself home, steps heavy and uneven. you stifled your cries until you were inside, falling to the ground as soon as your door was shut.
nothing, you thought, felt as bad as this right now.
you rested the back of your hand against your forehead, willing this all to be some sort of alcohol, feverish induced dream.
surely that didn't just happen. it couldn't have, you didn't want it to.
even if ellie was just interested in some sort of drunken hookup and then came to her senses, you were her best friend. how could she suddenly be so detached, so casually cruel without another regard for your feelings? even if she didn't like you, you were her best friend.
a/n: wanted to post but didn't have any ideas, if you have any drop them <33
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she tried to be nice about it, really, she did, soothing and praising you every second. you were honestly so lucky, but it didn't change your shaking legs and hot tears rolling down your face every time she pulled that 9 inch bright purple dildo out of you right when you were about to finish.
she just knew you too well.
"i know angel, but you're gonna feel so good soon" she whispers in your ear as she moves back down your body again, just to kiss and nip at your clit as that dildo eased in and out of your cunt.
"els, please," you plead, pleading her like a sinner at confession to let you cum, to feel that orgasm rip right through you. as your high started up again, building up, you thought that this is the one, the second your body started it's orgasm, before she'd just pull out before it started. but, you were wrong, she pulled out and your orgasm halted.
you cry out, closing your legs and burying your face in the floral pillows of your bed. "hey. hey, listen to me baby" she hushes, stroking your hair which was in now messy braids, tied at the end with two pink bows. "you gotta trust me baby, ok?" she coos. "I jus' wanna cum el.." you sniffle, visibly upset at the multiple times you've been denied an orgasm, you weren't having fun any more. "i know baby, you're gonna, promise" ellie pushed back some of you hair and placed a soft kiss next to your eye.
she kept you on your back, legs spread wide open as she reentered the dildo, easing the thick plastic that had stretched you out before. "please els..i'll be so good if you let me cum" you bargain. you'd practically sell your soul just to finish.
"you're always good baby, always such a good girl, and such a good pussy" she mumbles, watching your core clench around the toy, sucking it back in. "greedy pussy" she huffed, beginning to thrust the dildo in and out at a medium pace.
her strokes were longer and hard, but they had speed to it. the pleasure was running through your veins, like an IV, loud chants and crys of pleasure leaving your mouth. "el..ellie, ellie, ellie! oh my god!" you gasp, pushing your hips up in the air. "good girl, such a good girl, taking my cock so good" she praises you endlessly.
"please els, please let me cum, let me finish, let me show you how good you make me feel, please els!" you plead her, on the verge of tears if she doesn't give into those sweet whimpers and high pitched moans of yours.
her pace gets brutal, only making you chant her name. "els, els ohmyfuckfuck, fuck i'm cumming els, fuckfuck!" you chant, moaning so loudly it echoed through your pink walls.
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READ: this account stands with palestine, and soâ i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.
DO NOT BUY THE REMASTER, TLOU2, TLOU1, OR ANY GAME FROM NAUGHTY DOG! neil druckmann (the creator) is a zionist. PLEASE READ THIS. AND REBLOG THIS.
bro i so desperately need jackson!ellie to sit me on her lap, fondle my hips and thighs till her fingertips ooze into them warmlyâ tapping her thumb here and there, letting me rant her ear off with humdrums and fixations, humming sexy, "hmm?" and cooing, "yeah? tell me more." or, "aw, that's s'cute. you always been into that?" literally fucking me with her eyes meanwhile her sweet somethings are so innocently flipping my tummy AHHHHHHHH. need her to pin my pelvis down whenever i try to get up n go, "hold onâ hold on, i wanna keep talking. m'not bored of ya yet." and gives me little pecks on the corners of my lips, or puckers those pretty buds to my neck while i ramble. UGHHHH
beating the loser jackson!ellie allegations by giving some more situations where im absolutely mushy under her thrall
tbh this might be controversial but as someone VERY pro palestine so many fellow anti zionists are out of touch as fuck.
first: stop treating bisan like she's beyonce she just wants to be a normal person safe at home. of course give her a platform and a voice but stop acting like she's the next taylor swift that very clearly makes her uncomfortable.
second: a shit ton of yall are out of touch about the boycotts. of course, please boycott as much as you can but if youre harassing a starbucks or mcdonalds worker who doesn't even want to work there and is on the brink of homelessness, who inst privileged enough to just quit, you are not the good person you think you are. just because you are financially okay doesn't mean other people can just cut their only source of income especially with how bad the economy is. that's helping no one.
2.5: PLEASE stop telling people under the age of 18 who depend on their parents (who don't respect boycotts) that they should starve instead of eating if their parents get mcdonalds or dominos? like of course boycotting is one of if not the most important resource, but those kids arent CHOOSING to break boycotts thats not their choice some parents just don't listen. kids need to fucking eat and no sane activist or palestinean would want ANOTHER child to go without food.
instead of bullying poor people please actually do things that benefit palestine
I was wondering if maybe you can do vampire!reader x sub!loser!ellie??
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ellie williams x female reader
cw; +18 content, minors dni, toe curling smut, reader is not described, not her skin or hair or body, i didnât put her as masc or fem either, dom! vampire! reader x sub! ellie, masturbation (ellie), blood kink, prey kink (??), a lil tiny bit of angst (if we can call it that), biting (multiple bites), blood drinking, blood, overstimulation, premature ejaculation, multiple orgasms, fingering (ellie receiving), oral sex (ellie and reader receiving), cum eating, dirty talking, praising, begging, needy horny ellie, crying, face riding, multiple orgasms (ellie cums like 5 times), dirty hard sex, praising, calling ellie good girl, ass slapping (1), scissoring, ellie rides reader, hair pulling (both receiving)(reader has pullable hair), hickeys, tit and nipple playâŠ
(okay this got a lil out of hand)
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aw sheâs so sweet. and such a nerd.
since she found out you were a vampire she started investigating, looking up every website, reading through every mythology book, engulfing every last spec of information she could find. she found out the sun light actually hurt your eyes? sheâd buy you the best sunglasses out in the market. that some foods were better for you than others? she was buying all of them and burning herself on the stove trying to cook.
but of course, there were some things she found out that she couldnât exactly talk about with you.
âthe bite of a vampire acts as an aphrodisiac on the prey to avoid them running away.â
as an aphrodisiac? she frowned, reading further down the article.
âthe bite of a vampire on humans acts like a drug, leaving the human unable to fight the predator. instead, they could get addicted to it. studies show the increase of libido in the human after the bite takes effect.â
âohâŠâ now she was blushing. one of her hands unconsciously touching her neck, caressing it, lost on the words.
youâd drank blood from people before, obviously, there was actually a place that sold it for vampires in need so they wouldnât risk hurting humans while feeding. but you and ellie had never talked about the possibility of you drinking from her.
the first time you saw her you felt your world stop, in over your 400 years of existence youâd never felt your cold dead heart beat, but as her green eyes found yours you swore it had. it was stupid, really, how you two had found each other, bumping on one another on a rainy night as ellie tried to quickly get home before she would catch a cold. she was everything. and she smelled so good⊠you felt your fangs in need to poke out of your gums once her essence met your senses, you could almost taste the raging sweet blood that pumped through her veins as she apologized for not have been paying attention.
you told her she could make it up to you over dinner.
you though about drinking from ellie daily. there was no way of escaping the need of burying your fangs on the tender and soft skin of her neck once youâd find yourself over her, slowly fucking your hips against hers, sucking bruises wherever your mouth could reach. it was primal, the thirst that would overcome you. it was horrid, the hunger you fought day and night to not taste her, terrified of hurting her somehow.
âsubjects affirm having been able to reach orgasm without more stimuli other than the bite of their lover.â
with a blush tinting her cheeks she was hurriedly closing her laptop, feeling her whole body flushing.
of course she has noticed. the brushing of your sharp pearls against her skin while you buried her on the sheets was not easy to ignore. sheâd tug at your hair at the feeling, her head tilting to the side to expose her neck for you. it was almost an invitation, unconscious, maybe.
but if it was⊠why was the idea of you biting her turning her on?
she bit down on her lip, sighing as she felt that well-known tingling grow in between her legs. she pushed her laptop aside on the bed.
you werenât home. you wouldnât be for a couple of hours. work duties.
a silent moan left her lips as one of her hands slowly trailed down her stomach and boxers âsince she was only wearing that and a shirt on your shared apartmentâ cupping her pussy, which was getting more soaked by the minute.
she closed her eyes, teasing herself through the cloth, biting down on her bottom lip. she thought of you, of your sweet voice and your soft eyes that would sharpen once youâve caged her under yourself, looking down at her like a predator would do with prey.
âso pretty⊠you look so pretty like this for me.â
her free hand came up to her breasts, squeezing, groping, pulling up her shirt to have better access to her sensitive perky nipples.
âi bet youâre so wet for me⊠let me see baby.â
she pulled her underwear off, exposing her drooling cunt to the air. sheâd remember how youâd groan at the sight, pupils blown, tongue licking your lips, hungry to taste her. youâd always compliment her about how good she tasted, spending hours in between her legs, lapping at her folds, sucking at her puffy clit until sheâd cry from the overstimulation.
and yet your thirst wouldnât disappear.
ellie wondered if she could satiate you with her blood. she wondered what your reaction would be once it would fill your mouth, warm and thickâŠ
âfuckâŠâ she moaned, plunging two of her fingers inside her pulsing walls, thrusting a couple of times to come back out and tease her throbbing clit, arching her back.
she was soaked, so soaked she could hear herself, the sound of her fingers teasing through her pinkish folds.
âcan you hear her? sheâs begging for it. so cute, and i havenât even fucked you yet.â
she whimpered your name, her thighs trembling as she rubbed herself.
and that was when it came to her mind. your lips on her neck, your fangs against her skin, ready to bite, ready to suck her dry.
and just with the thought of it she was moaning non-stop, her high hitting her like a million bricks as she squirmed at her own touch against her clit, soaking the sheets under her body.
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after that newly found information, ellie became quieter around you. she was always lost in thought, fern green eyed dozing off into the distance, her pinkish bottom lip caged in between her teeth. sheâd grown shy, avoidant, pulling away early on your kisses, blushing and squirming when your mouth would reach her neck, and quickly âagainst her willâ finding something to get busy with, maybe the dishes, or the laundry.
it left you confused to say the least, wanting, daunted. why was she avoiding you? at first you thought she just wasnât in the mood, something you could understand, but you could hear her heartbeat, smell the arousal pool in between her legs, feel her need.
so why?
it was late at night when she got back to your apartment, lately she seemed to be avoiding you like the plague, taking extra shifts or hanging out with dina and jesse when youâd be free and home.
she was silent with it, softly stepping inside and closing the door. you had to give it to her, had been normal you wouldnât have noticed it, too deep in slumber. but you werenât normal. and you werenât asleep.
she jumped when she noticed you, lurking in the shadows not under the moonlight.
âfuck.â she sighed, a hand against her heart. âyou scared me.â you crooked your head, stepping closer to her spot beside the door. you were a true predator, eyes dark and movements smooth, calculated. âwhat are you doing up? itâs late.â she nervously chuckled, her heart beating faster as you approached her, making her back away against the door. âwhatâŠ-â
âwhy are you avoiding me, ellie?â you inquired her, voice low, sultry. captivating yet dangerous. her mouth gaped like a fishâs.
âmâŠme? avoiding you? iâm notâŠâ
âyou are.â you looked at her up and down. she looked pretty, with a green tank top and navy blue jeans with her beaten up converse. âyou know i can hear your heartbeat babyâŠâ you slowly said, your fingers trailing down the pulse on her neck, making goosebumps explode on her skin, her breath shudder. âthereâs no use in lying to me.â she harshly swallowed, her greenish eyes looking everywhere but you. âyou know how difficult it is to control myself when you prance around smelling so damn wet?â the hand on her neck came up to her jaw, gripping it to direct her towards you. âlook at me.â she did. you were so close your lips were almost touching. her eyes fluttered when you slightly brushed them against hers, making her follow after your touch, but you kept her in place, making her slightly whine. âtell me why youâve been teasing me. i know you want it too.â one of your hands came down her body, stopping in between her legs to cup her pulsing desperate cunt. âi can smell you soaking those pretty panties of yours.â she blushed. so hard even the tip of her ears went vermillion. you cooed at the tiny whimper she let out.
âpleaseâŠâ she begged, and you caressed her bottom lip with your thumb.
âtell me what you want. you know how to use your words. be a good girl.â
âi want you to bite me.â
you swore your ears were deceiving you. your eyes widened at her words, staring at her for what it seemed minutes before you pulled away from her, your cold blood turning into ice.
âno.â
ellie almost whined at the loss of your touch, maybe at your answer.
âplease.â
she stepped towards you, a pout pulling from her features, hands on your shoulders trailing down your your chest, surrounding your neck, exposing her own to you. your eyes momentarily met her soft pale skin, the pulsing vein on the crook of her shoulder and neck. you could almost taste it. thick and heavy in your mouth.
âellie.â you harshly closed your eyes, fighting the need of your gums to break your gums. âi could hurt you.â
âi can take it.â she promised, one of her hands cupping your cheek to make you look at her. âi want this.â you groaned. âi want you.â your lips brushed, and your tongue came harshly into her mouth as her own needy crashed against yours. she moaned as your hands came down to her thighs, pulling from her to jump and surround your waist to move the two of you to your bedroom.
you fell backwards onto the bed with her on your lap. she was desperate, hungry for your touch after so long without relief. but you were starving.
ââs this why you were avoiding me? poor thing just was too shy to ask?â she nodded, biting onto her bottom lip. âfuck. youâre killing me. you smell so fucking goodâŠâ you hid your face on her neck, leaving soft kisses on her skin, making the green eyed girl crook her head aside to give you more space.
âplease⊠bite me. please.â she pleaded, one of her hands on your hair, tugging, doe eyes teary in need. you wanted to ruin her.
âshit. are you sure? i could-â
âplease.â she nodded, pulling you closer to her pulse. you groaned, your fangs breaking your gums as you felt your hunger kick in, your want.
you left a last soft kiss on her skin before your teeth came crashing down against it, puncturing it. a deep moan left your throat when it hit you. the metalic, warm and sweet taste of her warm filling your mouth.
if ellie smelled good, she tasted heavenly.
the auburn haired let out the most beautiful and pornographic whimper once she felt it, her whole body going numb yet exploding in sensitivity at the feeling of your bite. it only hurt for a second, before the effects of the bite rushed through her body. before she knew it she was thrusting against your hips, pulling you closer, feeling an adrenaline rush, her body shake and her pussy throb, slick quickly pooling in between her lips and drenching her panties. she felt it coming. you hadnât even touched her and yet she was so close to an orgasmâŠ
she moaned your name, and you grunted, pulling away to look at her flushed face and hazy eyes. she looked completely fucked out, neck glistening in her crimson blood.
you smirked when you saw her squirm under your touch on her hips, going up and down her thighs. âthat feel good, baby?â
she bit down on her lip, nodding.
âmore. please. touch me, please.â she begged, rocking her hips against yours, what made you moan. she felt like she was gonna die if you didnât touch her.
âyou want me to touch you, pretty girl?â she nodded once again, raising her arms for you to take off her tank top, exposing her perky breasts and rosy nipples, to which you attached to.
âfuckâŠâ she ground herself on your lap, anxiously and hurriedly taking care of your own top.
âyouâre gonna be the death of me.â you grunted, flipping her over and pushing her against the duvet to take her pants and panties off, your pupils blown out at the sight of her drooling pussy. she whined when she felt your fingers slide in between her folds, screamed when, with just a mere touch against her clit she was falling over the edge. your stomach turned, and if your heart beat you were sure it wouldâve skipped one of its jumps. your eyes were widened as you watched her come down from it in heavy pants, her cheeks turning red at the realization that she had came with just a mere graze.
âfuckâŠâ she muttered, hiding her face from you behind her hands. you quickly removed them. so turned on you swore your whole body was aching in need to have her.
âdonât you dare hide from me. not when you look so pretty when you cum.â ellieâs teary eyes watched you crawl down her body to position yourself in between her legs, your hungry eyes transfixed on her cum soaked cunt. you couldnât wait to clean her creamy release with your tongue. âi want to watch you do it over and over and over again.â your irises turned red as you stared into her fern ones, watching her back arch and her jaw fall when your fangs dug into the soft pale skin of her thigh. a loud moan broke her throat. your eyes closed as her sweet blood filled your mouth and warmed your own throat. you hummed, your hips thrusting against the bed. âfuck. i want to devour you.â you growled, your mouth moving from her thigh to her soaked cunt, lapping at her cum with a panting mouth. you thought nothing could be better than her blood. but her cum with her blood? you were sure that, if not been immortal, you would have died right there and then. ellie screamed your name, her legs closing around your head as you hungrily ate her out, your hands coming up to her thighs to push them apart and give you more space. she was squirming like crazy, moaning and whimpering, crying. she was so overstimulated already⊠âquit moving.â
âoh my god. ohmygodohmygodohmygodâŠâ she mumbled. âiâm gonna cum again!â she weeped as you sucked on her puffy and throbbing clit. you quickly retrieved one of your hands from her thighs to fuck her gaping drooling hole with two of your fingers. just one curl from them against her g spot and she was shaking, creaming all over them.
âfuuuck. thatâs it. cum for me, baby. so fucking sweet.â you licked her clean, sucking at her clit and hearing her cry. her hands tugged from your hair, the heels of her feet anchoring themselves on the duvet to try and scape your mouth.
âtoo much. âs too much!â her high subsided just the slightest to start to build again at an incredible speed, making her cum again in a matter of seconds. you pulled away with a soaked gaping mouth.
âdid you just cum twice?â you inquired, in awe, watching the fat tears that rolled down her strained and flushed face. you plugged your fingers out, watching her creamy release drip out of her hole. you crawled back up her body, cupping her face. she was dizzy in ecstasy, her pretty green eyes swelled with tears.
âmoreâŠâ she pleaded, her hands on your hair, pushing you to her slightly bleeding neck, inviting you to sink your fangs back in, to suck her dry, give her more of that delirious pleasure.
you groaned.
âyouâre killing me, you know that?â
you buried your face on the crook of her neck, licking up the little droplets of blood that seeped from the punctures on her skin before diving in, making her let out this pretty little sound.
her nails dug on your back, her own arching underneath you as her legs surrounded your hips, pulling you closer as she tilted her face to the side. âfeels sooo gooood.â she slurred, whimpering when your hands came up to her perfect breasts, squeezing the fat in between your fingers. you wondered how much she could take, how much she could give you. ellie would let you drain the last drop of her blood out of her if that meant this feeling wouldnât stop.
âneed your pretty pussy on mine, baby. want to feel your cum dripping on it.â you sucked bruises on her skin, watching her nod. âcan you be a good girl and do that for me?â your sultry voice asked against her ear, your hips giving a little thrust against hers, making the material of your jeans brush against her sensitive and puffy folds.
âyes.â she gasped, nodding, to what you left your place in between her legs, getting on your feet to unbuckle your jeans, but the auburn haired was quicker than you, her shaky pretty hands taking care of it and hurriedly pushing your panties and jeans down your legs for you to kick them away.
you moaned when you suddenly felt her mouth on you, her soft tongue lapping at your clit.
âoh fuck.â you cursed in a gasp, one of your hands coming down to her head, fingers lacing on her hair, to stabilize yourself. âwhat are you doing?â you moaned when you felt her suck on it, your eyes closing shut for a second before looking down at her.
âiâm hungry.â she muttered against your pussy. the sight in front of you was one to behold.
your girl was on her hands and knees, back arched for you, hazy drunk eyes looking up at you as she slowly glided her pink tongue in between your soaked lips. you gasped, pushing her further against your cunt once youâd put one of your legs up on the bed, foot against the sheets, bending your knee and opening your legs to give her better access.
âjesus christ.â
usually ellie would be shy, always asking for permission to take care of you, to touch you, to eat you. but now, she was taking what she wanted âno, what she neededâ from you. and that was making your mind spiral.
her hands came up to grip at your hips and legs, making out dirtily with your cunt, looking at you, teasing you. âwant you to fill my mouth.â she said before licking a fat strip from your hole to your clit, sucking at it and letting it go with a pop.
âyeah? you want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours baby?â she nodded. âthen stick out your tongue, gonna fuck myself with it.â she did as you said, flattening her tongue and moaning when your grip on her hair only tightened, bucking your hips against her tongue, perfectly rubbing your clit. âfuck. thatâs it. such a good fucking mouth, doll.â she hummed, her nails digging on your flesh. âgonna give you all my cum baby. and youâre gonna be a good girl and swallow it, arenât you ellie?â she nodded. you grunted, fucking yourself faster on her tongue. you were so riled up and sensitive⊠you werenât gonna last. âshit. iâm gonna cum.â you moaned, and she eagerly lapped at your folds, pulling you closer by your ass cheeks to her face to make sure to not leave a single drop behind. âfuck!â you cursed as you felt the snap of your high on your lower stomach, moaning as you creamed all over her tongue, making her whimper. âtake it. take it all.â
she slurped and licked you clean, fucking you through it until your breath stabilized.
after coming down, you let go of her, taking in her disheveled state; messy hair, dizzy eyes and shiny chin and lips. you got on the bed with her, laying on your back and spreading your legs.
âcome over here. come and ride my pussy.â she crawled towards you, feeling her arousal dripping down her thighs. âgive me your back, baby.â she followed your orders, feeling your hands on her hips as she got on her knees, hands against the sheets to lower herself until he was seating against your open cunt. the first touch was heavenly, making the two of you moan. âyouâre so fucking wetâŠâ you sighed as she started to move, back and forth against your pussy, her clit gliding in between your folds as yours did the same in between hers. âdid eating me out turned you on that much, baby?â she whimpered, nodding, to what you gave her a slap in the ass. âuse your words.â
âyes, mmh.â
âthat feels good, pretty? feel good jumping on my clit?â her pace was picking up, her moans and cries getting louder. âso hotâŠâ you grabbed at the fat of her cheeks, dragging her harder against your pussy. you could feel the cum from her previous orgasms coming out of her to drench your cunt, making a mess in between your thighs yet making it easier for her to fuck herself on you. âdoing so good for meâŠâ
she moaned your name, going faster, harder. âfeels so goodâŠâ she cried, feeling a new orgasm starting to build inside of her due to the constant rubbing of her clit against your folds.
âyeah? gonna cum for me, ellie? gonna cream my pussy?â she nodded.
âyeah, fuck, yes. iâm so close. pleaseâŠâ you grunted, taking her hips with your hands and fucking her harder in between grunts. you too were close, still sensitive due to your recent orgasm.
âgo ahead baby, cum for me, wanna see it drip.â with a scream, she was cumming for you, for the forth time that night, her ears ringing and sight blacking out at the intensity. this was not a normal orgasm. it was bigger. harder. it was breaking her apart.
you moaned at the sight of her pussy squirting all over yours, drenching your cunt and the sheets below your bodies. âfuuuck.â you couldnât hold it in anymore, cumming along with her and fucking the two of you through it to extend her high as much as possible.
once you two came down, you rested against the head of the bed, capturing the auburn haired in between your arms, pressing her back against your naked chest.
you held her as she recovered her breath, caressing her tummy, her thighs⊠untilâŠ
âwhat are youâŠ, mhh fuck!â she whimpered when she felt the sting of your fangs against the sensitive skin of her neck, her blood being drained out of her veins until her head felt dizzy. her thighs shook when your fingers met her swollen pretty little clit, your tongue licking the new punctures clean as you whispered on her ear.
to those who write fanfics of tlou and who are well aware of the genocide happening in palestine right now, please stop ignoring this 70 year genocide and start reblogging, start posting just start talking about it! And if you posted fan fics during the strike you disappoint me. âOh but my fans need their ficsâ well they were able to wait. I beg you to take hiatus and just start talking about the shit that is happening and how generations of families are wiped out, how grandchildren, parents, uncles, aunts, are being murdered because of israel. Please please please talk.
summary: your friends force you to go out to a gay bar with them, and ellie buys you a drink.
content/tw: alcohol mention, subtop!ellie, slightly dom/switch!reader, reader and ellie are both drunk, face sitting(r!receiving), tribbing, strap-on(r!recieving), reader is called âgirlâ once or twice, afab!reader, reader is neither masc nor fem, college!ellie and reader, astrophysics major!ellie
notes: i left the ending written in away that i might add another part to this fic! lmk if u want that lol
âhey, 6 oâclock, thereâs a certified hottie staring at you-â one of your well-meaning friends tells you, motioning (not very) discreetly behind you.
you turn around and your jaw nearly drops. the girl staring at you is stunning, with her dark auburn hair and flannel worn over a wife-beater, sitting at the bar and sipping her drink. you make eye contact with her momentarily, and turn back to your friend, mary, with wide eyes.
mary laughs, âare you gonna go for it?â
your friends had forced you to go out to this gay bar with the intention of meeting new people after a break up that left you a complete wreck. itâd been about 3 months since your ex broke the news that they werenât in love with you anymore, and it made any kind of romantic prospects leave a bitter taste in your mouth till this day. not to mention, youâre wayyy too drunk at this point to be on your A-game with flirting. you make a face and mary groans.
âcome on, dude! sheâs gorgeous, clearly interested, what else could you ask for?â
you make another face, âjust because sheâs staring doesnât mean that sheâs necessarily interested-â
âhow about if sheâs walking over to you right now? does that make her interested?â
you hear someone clear their throat behind you, and you give mary a murderous look before turning to the stranger with a smile.
she gives you a slightly awkward smile in return, âhey. i, um, iâm sorry if this is forward, but could i buy you a drink?â
your stomach is absolutely in knots, but you nod. âyeah, iâd love that.â
the stranger gives you a relieved smile in return, extending her hand to you, âiâm ellie. whatâs your drink?â
you give her your name, â-and just a rum and coke, thank you so much.â
ellieâs clearly pretty drunk as well, which makes you feel a little better. she leads you back over to the spot at the bar she was sitting at, giving you her hand to help as you hop onto the excessively tall bar seats. she gives the bar tender your drink order and orders another whiskey on the rocks for herself.
âso, do you come to this bar a lot?â you ask, and inwardly cringe at yourself. âi basically just asked âso, you come here often?â great.â
ellie makes a so-so motion with her hand, âsometimes, not very often though. i study astrophysics so i donât usually have the free time to deal with a hangover.â
your eyebrows raise and your drunk brain speaks before you think, âwow, smart girl.â
ellieâs cheeks flush a little, and she looks down, âi donât know about that, but iâm really passionate about it, which is more than half the battle, i think.â
you scoff, âplease, youâre literally studying rocket science. you canât convince me that youâre not smart now.â
ellie laughs a little, âokay, then iâll just shut up and take the compliment. thank you.â
the bar tender gives you two your drinks and ellie takes a sip of her own, âso, what do you do?â
you take a sip of your own drink, âiâm a student right now too, iâm actually studying-â
suddenly, you hear a familiar beat in the background, and you stop talking, a (likely goofy) smile growing on your face, âoh my god, i fucking love this song. nicki minaj literally cannot miss.â
ellie laughs brightly at that, raising an eyebrow, âi absolutely fucking agree. do you wanna dance?â
âreally?â
ellie nods, taking a large gulp of her whiskey, âfor sure. i couldnât live with myself knowing i cheated a pretty girl like you out of a dance break.â
you giggle and nod, chugging the rest of your drink faster than you probably should. ellie takes your hand and leads you out the the dance floor where thereâs a large crowd of people dancing together. you pull ellie against you, your actions emboldened by the alcohol in your system. ellie immediately goes to hold on your hips, your bodies moving against each other.
you donât really think to much about how youâre dancing, just letting your body move how it wants to. before you even realize what youâre doing, youâve turned around in ellieâs hold, grinding your ass back against her hips. when you realize whatâs happening, you nearly stop, but when you feel the tight grip of ellieâs hands on your hips and the way sheâs grinding back into you, you relax. you stand back up straight, and wrap your arm up and behind you, holding onto the back of ellieâs head, which is now tucked against your neck. when you feel her lips against your jugular, you inhale sharply, pressing more into her.
you feel her kisses trail down to your shoulder, and you thank your good luck for deciding to wear a tank top. you feel her pelvis digging into your ass, and you canât be sure because the music is so loud, but you swear you hear her moan.
you turn back around in her arms, and before either of you realize whatâs happening, youâre locked into a heated kiss. your arms wrap around her neck, and one of her hands sneaks down from your hips to squeeze your ass. you moan into her mouth, and she takes the opportunity for her tongue to explore your mouth. when you separate, youâre both panting.
âwanna get an uber back to mine?â she asks loudly over the blasting music, and you nod right away.
ââ
the uber driver for the ride back will likely leave ellie with a low rating, thanks to the two of you not being able to detach your mouths from each other for longer than 5 seconds, but you two eventually make it back to ellieâs apartment.
once youâre in her bathroom, you push her back onto her bed between kisses and straddle her. she kisses your neck and chest, pushing your tank top up. you take it off for her and youâre left in your bra. ellie grins and starts kissing the exposed parts of your breasts.
âgod, youâre so fucking pretty-â ellie says as she takes off your bra, immediately latching onto one of your nipples. you moan softly and hold onto her head, your fingers threading through her hair.
you feel her warm tongue smooth over the hardened bud before switching to the other to give it the same attention. as she does, her hands come up to squeeze your tits. sheâs still sucking and nipping gently as she looks up at you, her doe eyes stirring the heat in your belly. when she unlatches; her lips are a little swollen and wet with saliva.
âwhat am i allowed to do? what do you need?â ellie asks, smoothing her hands down your waist and hips.
you shiver slightly, âanything.â
ellie starts kissing your neck again, sucking a hickey into the crook of your neck, âyouâre gonna need to be more detailed then that, doll.â
you bite your lip, your tipsy brain racing, âi need you to fuck me.â
ellie pulls back, a wide grin growing on her face, and she kisses your collarbone. âjesus christ, iâd fucking love too⊠can you sit on my face first?â
your exhale sharply and nod. ellie lies back on the bed and you slide off ellie, kicking off your jeans, leaving your underwear on, before crawling back up ellieâs body.
ellie grips your thighs as you position yourself over her face. âfuck, you smell good⊠you this wet for me, babe?â
you nod again, your cheeks hot.
her smile is a little cocky as she looks up at your face, and licks over the wet fabric of your underwear. your legs jolt a little and you let out a shaky breath.
ellie shoves her face further between your legs, and you swear you hear her whimper. she pulls your underwear to the side, and licks a broad stripe up your cunt.
you moan, your eyes falling shut as you hold onto her headboard.
she pulls back, âi said sit on my face, babe, not hover-â
ellieâs hands pull on your thighs so you rest your weight on her face fully. ellie becomes borderline ravenous, her tongue lapping at your pussy, slurping you up as her fingers dig into the fat of your ass and thighs.
you bite on your fist to muffle your loud moans, but ellie will have none of that, her arm reaching up to pull yours away from your face.
after a moment, ellie sticks her tongue fully out, letting you rub your clit against it as you please. your breaths become more and more unsteady.
ellieâs hands on your ass help guide your hips, and when she moves to suck on your clit, the suction makes your orgasm hit you like a freight train, bucking your hips against ellieâs face.
when youâve come down, ellie helps you off of your face, and rummages through her drawer to grab her strap.
you stop her, your hand against her chest, âi wanna feel you against me first.â
ellie doesnât need to hear anymore, and quickly starts taking off her clothes as you take off your underwear. she moves so sheâs on top of you, hiking one of your legs over her shoulder. the moment her wet cunt grinds into yours, you both moan, your eyes rolling back into your head.
âyou feel so fucking perfect, so fuckin good for me-â she rambles
ellie starts thrusting her hips against yours, and you watch her small, perky tits bounce with each movement. your hand trails up to squeeze one of them and she whimpers softly. when you pinch her nipple between your fingers, she moans gutturally and moves against you faster. youâre not at all in control of how loud youâre moaning at this point.
âlook at you, sweet girl, so fucking gorgeous-â
it isnât long before your oversensitive clit is being brought closer to another orgasm. you make obscene noises as you cum again, ellieâs eyes trained on your face the whole time.
âthere you go- let me cum all over that pretty- ah, fucking- mmmh, pussy-â ellie grunts before cumming a few moments after you.
you both take about 5 seconds to recover before sheâs scrambling to grab the strap. once ellie has it on, you lick your lips, staring at it.
âcan i ride it?â
ellieâs eyes go big, and she basically throws herself onto the bed, lying back and patting her thigh.
you giggle and climb on top of her, kissing her lips again. she kisses you back eagerly, grabbing your hips and thrusting her hips up, but you pull back.
ânope. hands off and stay still.â you order, and her already very dilated eyes look like pools of black at this point. she nods, biting her lip.
you take the strap and run the tip of it through your folds. ellie whines as she watches this, her hips bucking a little with her fists clenching the sheets below her.
âhey, what did i just say?â you ask, a mischievous smile on your face.
she takes a shaky breath, âsorry.â
you laugh a little, âso needy, ellie.â
you make eye contact with her as your hand travels down your own body, taking the time to squeeze and play with your own breasts. meanwhile, ellie looks like sheâs practically salivating.
your hand travels down your stomach to your cunt, rubbing your own clit for a second as ellie watches, her mouth agape.
your fingers spread your folds and dip inside you for a moment, curling up and making you moan.
ellie is desperate at this point, âplease, jesus fucking christ, i need you so bad, you donât under-â
you withdraw your fingers, giving ellie a look. âhmmm⊠sounds like you need something to keep that mouth of yours busy, huh?â
you bring your slick-covered fingers up to her mouth. âopen.â
ellie immediately opens her mouth and starts sucking off your fingers, whimpers muffled.
you giggle, âawww, youâre too fucking cute⊠now keep sucking on those, yeah?â
without warning, you sink down onto ellieâs strap and start bouncing. ellie whines, her eyes fixated on your tits as they bounce with you, still eagerly sucking on your fingers. ellieâs eyes fall shut for a moment as the base of the harness gives her clit the friction sheâs craving.
you keep bouncing on her strap, watching the fucked out glaze in ellieâs eyes, half-lidded and fully dilated.
âawww⊠you just needed to get fucked, thatâs all⊠look how pretty you areâŠâ you tease and ellie starts whimpering like sheâs gonna come from your words alone.
after a few minutes, you start to tire and you take out the fingers in her mouth, slowing down, ânow, fuck me like you mean it, ellie.â
those words are all the permission ellie need before flipping you over and drilling her hips into yours.
â-pussyâs so fuckin- fuck, so fuckinâ tight for me, babe-â ellie whimpers, tucking her face into your neck.
you would find it more amusing that ellie is acting like this strap is physically attached to her if she wasnât making you feel so fucking good. you cling onto her as she fucks you, slamming into you just right, over and over.
âi need to cum, please let me cum- i canât fucking-â ellie rambles, and you cut her off
âiâm close too, baby, itâs okay-â you pant, your eyes clenching shut as she fucks you into your third orgasm.
ellieâs hips bottom out and she grinds herself deep into you as she cums against the base of the harness, her moans needy and breathy.
when you both start coming down, she pulls out and tosses the strap away wordlessly, going back to cuddle against you.
youâre completely exhausted (and both of you still slightly drunk) as you let her spoon you, barely saying anything before slipping into a deep sleep.
âââ
âso you just⊠left? without even saying goodbye?â mary asks over the phone as you walk into the music building on your college campus, lugging your beat up guitar with you.
âwhat was i supposed to do? make her breakfast and thank her for the 3 orgasms?â you ask, holding the door open for a girl running in behind you.
the girl gives you a look and your face gets hot, realizing she overheard what you said.
âi mean⊠maybe? she was super hot,â mary responds, slightly agitated
you groan, âyeah, she was hot, but i barely learned anything about her and we were both drunk. not necessarily promising grounds for a budding relationship.â
you walk up the steps to the room youâre headed to, checking your phone again for the right room number.
âyeah, but still. she seemed like she would be cool,â mary justifies and you sigh.
âwell, if i ever see her again while weâre not drunk and horny, maybe iâll ask her out. but right now, thatâs really not a priority.â you say, finding the right practice room.
mary starts to talk again but you interrupt her, âiâm sorry, mary, but i have to go.â
âwait, why? i know you donât have class right now.â
âiâm taking those private guitar lessons to satisfy that extracurricular credit, remember? itâs my first lesson, so i really donât wanna be late,â you say, and mary sighs.
âokay, whatever. have fun, and iâll talk to you after?â
you agree and end the phone call, looking to check the room number again before you walk in.
your forced, âmake a good impressionâ smile is immediately wiped off your face when you see the familiar auburnette playing the guitar in front of you.
she looks up at you and her cheeks go red almost instantaneously.
you say, âsorry, i must be in the wrong room- i have a lesson-â
ellieâs eyebrows raise and she lets out a slow sigh, âyou, uh, you have a lesson?â
you nod, gripping your guitar case.
ellie laughs a little, like this is some sort of prank that was pulled on her:
âthen youâre in the right room, because iâm pretty sure iâm supposed to teach you guitar this semester.â
you sharply exhale the breath you were holding in as the realization of whatâs going on sets in, âbut⊠youâre an astrophysics major?â
ellie chuckles again, âand a music minor, babe.â
you restrain the groan that you desperately want to make, your stomach sinking.
ellie pats the empty seat next to her, âwell⊠letâs get started then. you know any bar chords yet?â
iâm sorry but can we PLEASE talk about thigh ridingđ itâs so underrated
mhmmmm :(( especially if it goes from sloppy makeout sesh to desperately rutting on ellieâs thigh & especially if she hasnât even seen you go that desperate for her yet, because letâs say itâs only been a week of you dating or messing around.
an: i donât know why this came out longish i swear its pure horny. btw itâs gamer!ellie đźđđ
can see this whole thing starting from a stare at her practiced fingers twitching and toying with her ps controller. safe to say itâd usually be a bit tedious to simply be an observer of someone playing a video game⊠not with ellie though, definitely not with ellie. definitely not with the way she cusses sharply under her breath, the way her palm goes to rest against your bare thigh as she switches up her in game gear, the way that cheeky tongue pokes out of her lips in concentration⊠youâd be distracted to say the least, nodding dumbly as she notes âyâsee how i just did that babe?â
and just because you find it hard to concentrate and ignore the thick tension, filling the room with its obnoxious buzz â doesnât mean she has it any easier, by no means, she can just mask it better⊠ish. your doe eyed stares, the way you whine silently as she loses, rest your head on her firm shoulder with a cheerful âyay ellieâ as she wins⊠keep staring at her fingers (for some reason she might or might not pick up on, you do it a lot) â you render her a blushing taut mess, render her palms sweaty and slippery on the round plasticky ball of her controller.
however she masks it, and you donât â and now youâre staring with those sparkly eyes, and the figures on the screen begin to mush together into one giant, pixelated orb. the corner of ellieâs mouth rises up to an involuntary smirk (that asshole), and she loosens her grip on the red controller. âneed something? jheez, youâre staringâ murmurs ellie, still teasing you like she did before you got together â except, now she no longer needs to hide her blush with a tilting of her face, because she knows you caught her already. plus, it makes her stomach stir with butterflies. âjusâ looking at your pretty faceâ says you â silently, sheepishly smiling and arching your brows. itâs so much fun to be able to actually tell her that, cause yâknow â thatâs your girlfriend now.
ellie chuckles, throwing the controller to the side, adjusting her body from a manspreading position to sitting criss crossed on the couch. she wipes her forehead with her forearm â a sign of nervousness? you lick your glossy lip, sheâs so cute.
âyouâre the pretty oneâ ellie notes.
you cock your head to the side, fake pondering. âif iâm the pretty one, what are you then?â
truthfully youâre so cute in your pj shorts, she doesnât think she knows who she is anymore or if her nameâs actually ellie. she sighs, huffing some air out of her cinnamon freckled cheeks. âthe cool oneâ
okay⊠maybe, but sheâs also just awfully gorgeous. you roll your eyes, âwell,â â you throw your hands and smack them on your thighs, âi think youâre just prettyâ â and she thinks youâre just stubborn.
âdonât think iâm cool?â she snorts, completely ignoring the compliment once again (as it makes her cheeks grow plum red and sheâs hating that right now). she signals at the flat screen with her pointer finger, âyouâre gonna pretend you didnât just see me fucking that team up? i meanâŠâ she keeps on yapping, your smack your lips and stare at hers. youâre not pretending to do anything, itâs not your fault youâve been ignoring the game when sheâs been toying with that plastic ball like you dream sheâd toy with yourâ
âcan you kiss me?â
youâve interrupted her completely, but it pretty much seals the deal.
the back of your neck is being pulled by her right hand, and the string of your tank top is being pulled by her left one â not to undress, simply just to bring you closer. her lips on yours feel like heaven, a small gasp released by your mouth. she hums into the kiss, then pulls away. âknew you werenât paying attention to meâ ellie murmurs and it sends shivers down your spine. her voice is husky and cocky and ugh! you almost feel the need to let her swallow you whole. âwas paying attention,â you insist, blinking like youâre in panic (or letting your lashes flutter to turn her on), âjust not to the gameâ
âyeah?â she chuckles, caressing your half covered back with slow, up and down strokes. âwhat were you looking at then?â she questions with a cocky grin. you so want to kiss her again. âdunnoâ, you shrug innocently, slightly letting your bottom lip fall down into a pout. she so wants to kiss you again â so she does, murmuring a broken sentence of âohmmmmph â you dunno?â into the kiss.
this time, the kiss is different. she slides her tongue inside of your begging mouth, letting it swirl and twirls over yours, pull it â goddamn, suckle on it with a horny grunt. you whimper, hiccup, cry almost, desperately seeking something more⊠a relief, to that dull ache thatâs sitting or stomping between your legs â all because of a kiss and her grunt and that controllers ball youâre so damn jealous ofâŠ
âcâmereâ she huffs, but instead of letting you come there, she forcefully grabs you by your waist, making you sit atop her lap. youâre both gasping, you wanna say something, but she kisses the corner of your mouth and⊠âellieâ is all you can whine, she responds with a squeeze to your waist. she kisses more, planting plenty of pecks to your scorching cheek, letting out shaky breaths to each and every one of your half whimpers half moans. she reaches your neck, and her tongues out again. she licks a long stripe, a confident one, but breaks it in order to look into your eyes and ask for your consent â itâs the farthest youâve went so far.
âbabe?â, she asks, your half lidded eyes and dazed look kind of tell her all she needs to know but sheâs chivalrous.
âpleaseâ you whisper, nodding then burying your face in the crook of her neck. she grunts to that â jesus how pretty you sound when you beg, you have no fucking idea. another suckle on your neck comes, this time right at your pulse point, making the hairs rise and a clit thump. you let go of a choked gasp, holding on to ellieâs shoulders as she splatters open mouthed kisses on the flesh of your neck. you grab the back of her neck, pull on her bun. âfuuhuckâ she exasperates, as if sheâs the one getting marked and sucked on. quickly enough, because ellie misses your lips, she kisses you again with a whole lotta tongue.
you donât even notice when or how you started grinding and rocking on her grey sweatâs covered thigh. in too much of a daze to notice anything at this point â you searched for friction.
she notices quickly enough though (obviously).
âwhatcha doing, huh?â she lets her forehead kiss yours. your eyes are fully shut â to be honest, her question sounded like gibberish and the cotton material of your shorts was so thin. you donât respond, you just⊠rut. she pulls slightly away, back straightening and leaning backwards, almost as if she was watching a play at the theater. she heavily breathes, scrunches her scarred brows and takes a look â takes a stare â at the way you seem so⊠concentrated, and horny, pouty and needy and itâs all for her or because of her. she almost places her hands on her head and leans back to keep watching.
her muscular thigh feels good â too good, you wanna bounce on it till you cum and leave a stain on her pants, you want her to bounce you on it â her, with her hands⊠where are her hands?!
you break right out of your trance, embarrassingly open your eyes and search for ellie⊠whoâs leaning back, mouth agape and eyes coal black as she flexes her thigh. thereâs a mixture of pure need and humiliation inside of your gut, but the latter evaporates as she mutters the following words;
synopsis: ellie and her failed lab experiment bestie navigate her first ever heat.
âȘ lana del rey, the weeknd â stargirl interlude âȘ
cw: whew, this is gonna be a lot. fem reader, reader is a failed lab experiment which gives her cat like appearance in a few ways (ears, tail, claws etc) not furry porn, reader is mentioned to be 20 purely just for detail purposes but you can just change to whatever in your head idk, readers tail touches ellie in the night without knowing really lol, smut / strap on sex / foreplay / dry humping, overstimulation, small blood kink feature but nothing crazy at all, reader is just crazy and horny and primal, cockwarming. lmk if i missed any !
an: alrighty, here it is. i cannot stress this enough â if this isnât your kind of thing, please just donât read it. i wonât be offended if you donât, i just donât wanna hear any bs in my inbox please! this was experimental and i donât even know if i like this fic or not so please be gentle. to the people who have been so sweet and encouraging throughout my up and downs of writing this, thank you and i love you! as usual, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you arenât welcome here. enjoy! đâ⏠đ€
WINTER
Spring would be here soon. That was all you could think of, a dull anxiety thrumming in the pit of your stomach at the thought. You stared at the solitary bright yellow flower peeking through its blanket of snow, the downfall of ice from the blizzard outside the window beating it mercilessly against the windâ and yet it stood, continuing to pop back up, almost like it was taunting you. You wished you could love spring. The thing about seasons changing was that they happened without permission and whether you liked it or not. Truthfully, you loved the idea of flowers and dresses and warmth on your skin, but it made it all the more difficult to hide theâŠelements of you that people wouldnât understand. You werenât talking about scars, or hair or bumps, no. You were talking about â
âWhatâcha lookinâ at.â The mellow voice of your best friend Ellie Williams broke you out of your thoughts, traipsing up behind you to sit with you on the window seat, tucked into an alcove below rotting bay windows in the abandoned house the two of you were holed up in on patrol, whilst the blizzard outside came down hard. She gets comfortable, drawing her knees up as she leant against the chipped paint, accommodating to make more room for you. Your head snapped towards her, towards her grey hoodie that â wasnât you wearing that last night? shutup, and her khaki green jacket zipped up over it, jeans and Converse and messy bun tucked into the nape of her neck. Pretty. Always pretty. Always just a friend you couldnât touch. Not how you wanted to, anyway.
âNothing? Just watching the snow fall.â You sigh out wistfully, knowing youâd both rather be in bed on this early, freezing cold morning.
âYeah? Yâlooked worried about something.â She rasps, toeing you with the dirtied white tip of her maroon chucks and tilting her head. You dart your eyes back to the yellow flower springing up to see it finally get pummelled down by a huge globe of powdery snow. Hah.
âThereâs a smashed window in one of the rooms I checked, can climb out if we need to. Sâwhy itâs so fuckinâ freezing in here.â She rubbed her arms in tribute to this statement, puffing out her cheeks for a moment. âYou not cold?â
âOh, Iâm cold.â You flit your eyes over her with faux judgement. âJust not being a baby about it.â She huffs out a laugh, folding her arms.
âFuck you, dude.â
Dude. You roll your eyes. Always dude, but âbabyâ in your late night daydreams. You scrub the thought away.
An hour passes, and the snow is still coming down hard. 8:54AM.
âOkay, Iâm sorry â what do you mean youâve never played truth or dare before. Have you like, never met someone your age?â Sheâs smirking, always relishing in your lack of general knowledge because honestly, it made her feel like she had more to offer and teach you. Youâre drawing a palm tree on the windowâs condensation, the tropical sight doing nothing to mask the dreary weather outside of it.
âOkay first of all, we arenât the same age â youâre twenty-two. Thatâs a few more years of experience to learn stuff that I havenât.â
âAnd how old are you again? Eighteen?â She pretends to think.
âTwenty. And you knew that, idiot.â
She snickers, muttering a teasing âBaby face.â under her breath, drawing a comical penis shape with her finger beside your palm tree making you tsk and swat her away.
âSecondly, noâ my old camp were all like, old people. I was the youngest there. Didnât have anyone to teach me any of your weird games.â
It took you about twelve years of your life to realise that normal preteen girls didnât have pointed ears atop their head, or a tail, or retractable claws and fangs. You knew you were different, yes. No one else in your small camp had features quite like yours, and you really knew you were different because you spent your life in hiding. Under protection. Ears shoved under hats and tail bunched beneath tight jeans. Hence, you know â the fear of warmer weather approaching.
You didnât quite know where you came from and you were okay with that. Whispers between the couple that raised you, talks of your real dad being a scientist before this all went down which explains things⊠enough. You didnât really want to know how you ended up this way, because it couldnât have been good â or ethical for you to grow up part girl part animal.
19 years old, and you had moved into Jackson. Found at the gate. No more camp. No more found family. Just a girl who survived, stood in the snow. Youâd met Ellie, a friend of Jesse whoâd found you â and the two of you had hit it off instantly, as friends of course. Ellie liked how different you are to her, pretty naive with lots to learn in comparison to her hard edges and weathered attitude. When you werenât biting back playfully at her sarcasm you were the ray of sunshine sheâd needed in the snow globe that she lived in. Sheâd even stepped up to take you with her on patrol and ease you into learning how to fend for yourself a little, a skill you never acquired with your old group. That brings you here, sat on a window seat, trapped by a blizzard, doing very little learning. Okay, back to you Ellie.
âTruth or dare is not weird, I swear. Look, we can play it. Pass the time whilst we wait for the blizzard to chill out. You in?â
âOkay.â
âSo,â She crosses her legs now. âYou can pick, truth or dare. If you donât answer your truth, I get to pick a dare. And uh, vice versa. Yeah. Itâs simple.â
You nod, and she continues â rambling in typical Ellie style.
âLike, okay. Truth or dare?â
âDare!â You grin happily.
âAlright, I dare you to run into the blizzard naked.â
âUh â truth! Truth!â You change your answer, making her laugh.
âAlright⊠tell me about your first kiss.â Sheâs giddy, on the precipice of a laugh, dying to make fun of whatever story you come out with and you falter, dragging your eyes back to the window. The palm tree you drew in the condensation is starting to drip and create long clear lines down the window.
âI already told you, never met people around my age so⊠havenât had one.â You shrug, peeling a bit of old paint off the windowsill. You glance up and sheâs nodding with her lips turned down, trying really hard not to look judgy because she wasnât, she swears and she didnât want you to feel bad. She tucked away the thought that she found it cute. Found you cute. The thought of being your first kiss flashed through her mind as quickly as she erased it.
âAlright. No shame in the game. Weâll get you there.â She pats your foot reassuringly and you tense up in embarrassment slightly, a claw spiking through the knit of your glove making you close your palm into a fist on your lap. Ellie had heaps of experience, which kind of made your confession more embarrassing.
âYour turn. Truth or dare?â
âTruth.â Her answer is almost instant.
âBoring.â You giggle.
âWhatever.â
You sigh⊠eyes wandering around the room, over the dusty canvases on the wall with paintings of mountains, perhaps the very mountains that surrounded your townâ you couldnât tell. What could you ask her? What did you actually want to know? What didnât you already know? You bite your lip, eyes flickering around.
âTake your time.â She raises an eyebrow and you huff at her impatience.
âOkay, tell me something youâve never told anyone else before. A secret thatâll literally bind us for life.â Your eyes twinkle and now itâs her turn to falter. She doesnât want to glance at her covered arm, but she does anyway. Not that youâd ever be able to guess her big secret. No one could, you probably wouldnât even believe her.
âGood question, see youâre getting the hang of it.â She raises her eyebrows, impressed and you bask in the sound of the icy winds outside, head slowly tilting to the side as you watch her grow a little uneasy. Ellie Williams, your best friend had a big secret. And you knew all of her secrets, so you were doubly intrigued. You knew about the time her and Dina got too drunk and kissed before practically yelling at eachother that it felt too wrong and theyâd never do it again, you knew about the time she didnât wanna trade any items at the little store for food so she selfishly shoved a can of tomato soup in her pocket and ducked out, knew all the rest of them because you remember her drunkenly shoving her hand over your giggling mouth and whispering âYou actually canât tell anyone, okay? Shit, why do I tell you these things?â
âOkay. Iâm immune.â
âTo being slapped? Answer my truth or face your forfeit.â You were grinning ear to ear, like she thought you would and â she nearly wanted to just leave it there. Let you believe she was joking. But oh, your perceptive self. You saw the falter of her bashful expression, the way honesty coloured her face and for once she couldnât make eye contact. Surely not? âImmune?â You repeat, more like a statement but youâre confused nonetheless.
âUh, yeah.â Thereâs no humour in her tone and yet youâre still smiling, waiting on her still to smirk or chuckle or something. When you just stare at her, she starts to undo her jacket. âI can uh, I can kind of prove it, I guess?â She pushes her hoodie sleeve up, and youâre faced with the tattoo youâve stared at many times before. The pink pad of her finger traces along the inside of her arm, and your eyes focus â honing in on the faint scar curtained behind the dark blue ink. âThere⊠was a bite here. Me and my friend were together when we were kids and we both got bit. She turned and⊠yeah, guess Iâm still waiting.â Her eyes were distant, and yeah â Ellie played jokes on you sometimes. You were gullible and naive, not having faced the usual prankish behaviour of people similar in age to you before but this? She wasnât that great of an actor. There was actual, real life pain behind her avoidant gaze.
âYouâre serious?â You furrow your brows and she purses her lips, a pinkie-finger of gesture held in the air.
âSwear.â
You stare at her arm, and she reaches for her jacket again â feeling the chill of the house again despite an uncertain heat creeping up her neck. âHow do you know it wasnât just a one off?â
She shrugs. âGuess weâll know if I get bitten again.â She chuckles dismissively. You go to speak, tell her how life changing her secret was but sheâs quicker. âAlright, your turn. Now Iâve told you something no one else knows you gotta do the same. Biggest secret, go.â She exhales, and it feels like the room is alleviated of some of the pressure.
âExcuse me, what if I wanted to pick dare?â
âDo you?â
âNo.â
âWell then.â
Your ears twitched and you brought your knees to your chin. Ellie was just so vulnerable with you, but youâd always been told â under every single circumstance not to tell anyone about yourâŠrarity. It was something that not even you understood, so sharing it with others could put you in danger. People often lashed out at what they didnât understand, you were told it was that way in the old world tooâ though youâre sure people werenât quite dealing with being a hybrid with a literal animal.
âIâm not sure youâre ready for my secret.â
âDude, I just fucking told you I canât get infected, youâre not gonna top that.â She exasperated, prodding your leg with her knuckles. She didnât beat around the bush with her secret, or make you beg for the reveal â so you figured youâd cut straight to the chase. You pulled your hat off your head, ears standing to attention â hearing just that tiny bit clearer. Ellie raised an eyebrow, not sure what she was looking at, about to make some kind of comment like âUh, your secret is that you have hair?â â until her eyes darted up and stayed there. You pulled off your gloves too and held your hand between the two of you, sharp claws extending. Ellie jumped, and you pulled back shamefully.
âWhat is⊠what am I⊠what am I looking at?â She gawked breathlessly, eyes widening at the way your ears twitched shyly, the outside of them coated by fur the same colour as your hair, the inside of your ears pink, sprouting wispy white hair from it. Ellie could barely keep her mouth closed.
âYeah, so⊠Iâm like a girl who is also a cat who is also just a girlâ nothing weird I swear â apparently my dad was a scientist and he made some fucked up combination DNA and â ah, it doesnât matter. Iâm a freak. Laugh it up.â You ramble, waving your hand in a way you hoped was dismissive and in that moment a gun to your head wouldnât have made you make eye contact with the auburn haired friend parallel to you.
âHey, wait â Iâm just trying to⊠holy shit?â She furrows her brows before chuckling. âI feel like Iâm having a weird ass dream right now, dude.â
You reach for your hat to shove it back on, and her heavy hand lays on top of yours. She watched the way your ears flattened like aeroplane wings and you frowned a little. âIâm sorry⊠Iâm not laughing at you. Thatâs⊠fucking awesome. Youâre like a comic book character, man.â
Your eyes lifted from her hand, heart thundering in your chest both from her reaction to your big reveal and her hand laying on yours. âSo, a freak.â You go to move your hand but she grips it.
âNo, just⊠cool⊠donât⊠put your hat back on yet. Iâve got questions.â
A pause sat between the two of you, and she broke out into a smile again. âFuck you, your thing totally beats my thing.â
âThats not a question, Els.â
11:20AM
âSo does this mean youâre immune too? Pretty sure animals canât get infected.â
The window had fogged over completely now, view of beyond the window obstructed but you didnât mind. It felt more enclosed, in a good way. The outside world didnât exist anymore.
âIâm not fully an animal though. Donât wanna risk finding out.â
She sat back, looking at you incredulously. Not like you were a spectacle, or a circus performer from the old world â but like you were something magnificent. Like a unicorn, or a fairy.
âThis is gonna⊠take me some time to get used to. You sure youâre not fuckinâ with me?â She turns her head suspiciously.
âOh Iâm pretty sure. Had to live my whole life with cat ears and a tail, would be a awfully sick prank.â You huff, focusing your attention on scraping off the shimmery pink nail polish you had acquired on a previous patrol. Youâd painted them to distract from the subtle claw-like appearance they had even when they werenât extended.
âYou have a tail? Show me.â
âOh yeah, Iâll just pull down my pants.â
âOh shit, yeah. My bad.â
You sat together, and you shifted under her gaze, palms itching to pull your hat back over your ears, shielding yourself from her prying gaze. This was⊠out of your comfort zone. You trusted Ellie with your life, sure. But this was a lot. Youâd been hiding this element to your self your whole life and suddenly youâre practically hollering it from the mountain tops all because you were enticed to share a secret during a silly little game? Who else would you tell just because theyâd given you positive attention?
âYou wanna touch my ears?â You blurt out. What the fuck?
Ellieâs smile grew, telling you her answer and it was too late to take it back now. She slid her ass forward a little, knees pressing directly against yours now and lifted her hand slowly, carefully, almost as though youâd spook like a real cat if she moved too quickly. You seemed to blink, and then she was right there, her face so close to yours that her warm breath fanned over your face making your eyelashes tickle at the breeze she created. She clears her throat, eyes just floating up above your hairline and you feel the pads of her fingers gently trail down the backs of your ears.
She lets her knuckles gently smooth back the velvety fur coating, before getting more comfortable â short blunt nails scratching right in that sweet spot behind them. With the ball of her hand gently pressed to your temple as she scratched, you melted. The best way to describe it would be the feeling of sinking into a hot bath after being out in the cold wind, rain and snow. A sheet of goosebumps lined up across your arms and up your spine, your tail struggling in your jeans to curl up in pleasure. There was a gentle humming sound, like an engine maybe⊠a low rickety wind passing through a wooden floor boardâŠ
âAre you purring?â She cooed, and your eyes fluttered open. You donât even remember closing them. The ghost of an alarmed bullet shot through your body but it just⊠felt too nice to react. Your pupils were dilated to fuck, it was almost startling to see.
âI guess.â You chuckle, a shudder flying through you, the warm purring sound continuing on. âSorry.â You offer, but itâs half hearted.
âNo, donât.â She whispers with an impressed smile, eyes pinned by your intense gaze â voice gentle, as if not wanting to break the intimate force field sheâd created around the two of you. âYouâre so⊠cute.â She grins enough to show her teeth now, you rest the weight of your head more into her hand, pushing for more scratches now that her fingers slowed down, distracted. Your eyes flutter closed, sleepy and euphoricâ and then open once more, a constant battle between wanting to just melt away, and also wanting to look at Ellies beautiful face so close up. She seemed to get closer each time you opened them, eyes drifting from your blackened gaze⊠to your lipsâŠ
Mariaâs voice was the last thing you expected to hear in that moment and you both jumped. It was static-y, buzzing, making your head snap towards the radio Ellie had let clatter to the floor beneath the window seat. âBlizzards gone and cleared up now, two of you can start headinâ back now before it decides to pick up again.â
You swipe at the fogged window creating a viewing hole through the condensation, snow settling now instead of batting down hard against the ground. You sigh out, and youâre not sure if itâs in relief of the weather clearing up or the tension breaking â but Ellie seems to be shaking herself out of it too.
âAlright, uh â yâready to head back out there kitty-cat?â Sheâs back to her usual self, hopping off the window seat and scooping her backpack and radio off the ground, securing them back onto her person.
âReady as ever. Canât wait to go home and nap.â You stretch, now standing beside her waiting for instruction. She sways in your direction with a smirk, raising a brow.
âA cat nap?â
âAre you gonna do this from now on?â You hide your amusement, leaning on your hip. She chuckled to herself, pulling her gloves back on before nodding her head for you to follow â taking off in a casual stride.
âSorry. Letâs go get Shimmer from the garage.â
You pout, padding along behind her as you think of her stood there alone. âI hope she wasnât too cold. She was shut in there for ages.â
âSheâll be fine. Old girlâs a trooper.â
SPRING
You didnât regret telling Ellie, infact you were so glad.
It seemed to have brought you closer, the two of you against the world. The weather had finally cleared of snow by mid April, the green returning to all of nature. Sheâd helped you accommodate, coming to your home in the mornings and helping you pin your ears down to your head, gently manoeuvring your hair to sit on top of them, inconspicuous. Asking you âDoes that hurt?â and âCan you hear?â in a sleepy morning voice. You, on the other hand would sit there trying not to pur at her touch. There was still some bite in the air, especially around evening time so you could still get away with stuffing your tail into your jeans, but the two of you often walked around in the sunshine on the days one or both of you werenât outside the gate on patrol. Nights were spent having sleepovers, falling asleep cuddling because you know â it was convenient and cold at night time, especially convenient if you were getting up early for a patrol together. Definitely not because you wanted to spend every waking moment together.
You had been curled up reading, relaxed, ready to head to bed in an hour or so when there was a knock at your door. Your ears perked up, and you scuttled out of bed and looked through your peep hole, relieved to find the wind bitten, pink cheeked face of your best friend. You figured sheâd just gotten back from patrol, swaddled in a khaki green windbreaker and jeans, hair in your favourite style â half up half down. You swing the door open, ushering her in.
She doesnât mean to ogle you, but it happens anyway â eyes drawn to your bushy tail shyly curling round your thigh, a hole cut in the back of your pyjama shorts specifically for that reason when you turned around. âHey you, couldnât be bothered to walk all the way back to my house. Plus, I got somethinâ to show you.â She wiggles her brows, heading to your room.
âYâwant a drink?â You call after her to which she promptly replies with âPlease!â already disappearing into the warm comfort that was your bedroom. Your bedroom, a God damn hassle for Ellie to construct. You had⊠a vision, and that vision became Ellieâs problem when youâd started to build your little home space. âEls if you see any pink blankets on your patrol today please please please grab me one?â âEllieeee I need a picture frame, like â a cute one.â âIf I donât get a fluffy throw cushion for my bed soon, I might die.â The list goes on. Her patrols were ever-filled with heavy backpacks, trinkets carefully balanced on top of eachother or stuffed into pockets. She smiles warmly at the memory, walking around your room â taking in each item along with its memory of finding it and smuggling it back into Jackson. Her eyes are glazing over your bed sheets now, thinking about you curled up in the you-spaced shape youâd left on the blankets, thinking about you fast asleep in the night beautiful as ever, thinking about you writhing on them with less clothes on â gross, Ellie â shake it off.
A matted tuft of darkened hair peeped from your mass of bed covers and Ellie squinted, bending over to get a closer look before pinching it with her fingers and lifting it. A clump of hair sat in her palm and she raised her eyebrows. Was that a â
âWhat you lookinâ at?â Your voice is sudden, lighthearted, right behind herâ and she jumps, turning her head over her shoulder to glance at you guiltily. You stand wide eyed and innocent, a glass of water for her clutched in your hand.
âJesus, fuck â we gonna have to get you a collar with a bell on it or what?â She rolls her eyes, clutching her chest before recovering, taking her glass and sipping as she holds up her findings. For a moment, something twitches in you down below at the thought of wearing a bell around your neck for Ellie. The feeling is warm and homely and disgustingly horny and you feel a little shame. She swallows her water an âahâ and explains âWas just uhâ I found a fur ball.â
You look at the clump of hair in her hand, then up at her, then back to the clump â and then youâre moving past her. You straighten out your blankets, revealing a hair brush and hold it upâ plucking the âhairballâ from her hand and grasping it side by side. âFrom my hairbrush⊠doofus.â
Ellie makes an âoâ shape with her mouth and chuckles, scratching her arm awkwardly after placing down her glass â feeling maybe sheâd jumped to a conclusion. This feeling is unfortunately confirmed when she sees your brows furrow, softening in stature ever so slightly.
âDo you really think Iâm like⊠dirty and animalistic? I donât get fur balls, Ellie.â You sound defeated and just a smidgen whiny, but sheâs a sucker for it and grasps your arms gently either side with two strong hands.
âNo! Iâm an idiot! Iâm sorry. Total jackass.â She reassures and you tilt your head, pout turning into a gentle smile. This gives her the green light to move things along. âHowever, I did get you a little something that might help us understand your⊠condition a little better.â The auburn haired girl is already shucking off her black beaten up backpack, struggling with the zip for a moment before sliding out a thick hard back book, a manual of some kind. Her eyes are on you, searching for any sign of offence and you catch the title when she spins it around proudly â âCaring for your kittyâ.
Sheâs off like a race car with an excited explanation before you even get the chance to breathe, opening it up and flicking through it. âStopped at that old library today, you know the one we thought the entrance was blocked off and we couldnât go inside? Well â Jesse found another way in â so I was just lookinâ around, seeing if there was anything interesting and I found this bad boy. It tells you everything you need to know about caring for a cat and well⊠donât wanna be a dick but⊠Iâm caring for a cat, kind of.â
As she spoke, your grin only widened â pathetically, and totally embarrassingly so, because it was going against everything you had taught your self. Youâd wanted to push this side of you down for what, your whole life? And then Ellie comes along, with her pretty green eyes and her tattoo and her hand veins and her â whatever, and suddenly youâre completely and utterly embracing the fact youâre like, absolutely fucked up, genetically? Crushing on your best friend makes you do crazy, stupid things. You bat your eyelashes at her, regardless.
âYou care for me?â It was kind of a joke, but your voice came out softly anyway and Ellie couldnât look at you because of it, continuing to thumb through the pages, very concentrated, what was that one page again?
âWhyâd you think I brought this big ass manual back? Wanna look after you.â She mutters. You soften completely, and she realises that she said that out loud. You look at her, and she looks at you â and then she looks away because God damn, sheâs falling in love. âAnyways. Thought we could go through it together. You got those sweatpants I left here? My jeans are like, damp.â She rambles, and you let it slide â though youâre positively floating when you point her to your dresser, pressing the neatly folded grey pants into her arms with a hazed out smile. âThanks.â
You turn around when she changes. Youâre not sure why, sheâs wearing boxers â and you have some skirts stashed away that are probably shorter and more revealing (which you unfortunately couldnât wear due to having a tail) but you look away anyways, out of respect. You clamber back onto your bed waiting for her, and soon sheâs sliding up beside you in just her black tshirt and sweatpants, comfy and warm. Ellie clears her throat, sitting up against the headboard and opens the manual for the two of you to check out. âAhem, caring for your kitty. With special thanks to Juliana.â She reads formally and you giggle, scooching closer until your cheek is pressed to her arm so that you could see the book. âShout out to Juliana.â She comments, flipping the page.
You snuggle in closer to her, because well â it feels natural. The two of you had always been affectionate since becoming friends and since youâd shared your secrets it had only become more binding. When Joel had comment that you two were literally attached at the hip, it was by no exaggeration. The fat of your cheek pushed up enough to shut one eye as you practically tried to merge with her bicep, warm breath tickling her light arm hair.
âYâalways smell like oatmeal.â You comment, voice sleepy from her warmth and sheâd barely even gotten the chance to read anything yet.
Her hand freezes on the page for a millisecond as she acknowledges your statement. âSoâ wait, oatmeal? Thatâs gross dude. I donât wanna smell like oatmeal.â She complains, causing you to lift your head having busted out into a giggle fit. She lifts her hand and sniffs it, looking at you with a displeased expression trying to decipher your observation.
âNo! Itâs a good thing I like it. Itâs just⊠Ellie smell.â You rub your eye tiredly and sheâs fighting every urge not to kiss all over your cheeks at how God damn adorable you are.
âOatmeal. Great.â She chuckles, shaking her head before nudging you with her elbow â a silent command for you to lay back down on her so that she could read.
And the two of you did, for a little while anyway. The manual was more helpful than the both of you had originally thought, and you came to realise that you had a lot more in common with the animal than youâd had believed. Between each paragraph, the two of you would launch off into conversations and comparisons, Ellie asking you questions about your behaviours and habits. It made your heart swell at how much she truly cared. âKitten will feel attached to her owner when being scratched behind the ears.â Ellie reads out monotonously, thinking, before reaching up and scratching behind your ears. âTo say Iâm your owner would be a little crazy, I must admit. Canât deny you some good old scratches though.â She chides in amusement, watching your happy smile melt into a dozed pur. You can own me, Ellie â God you can â
She read and read and read until you were nodding off, eyes fluttering shut and disappearing off into a dream land as Ellieâs raspy voice trails off, fondly watching you as your lips parted a little, more of your warm weight sinking into her side. âOkay.â She whispered, to no one in particularâ and closed the book quietly, stretching to reach behind her and place it on your bedside table, turning off your lamp too.
Ellie was always a light sleeper, maybe she was paranoid or just protective â because she seemed to wake up constantly when sheâd stay with you. Not that you didnât make her feel more relaxed than anyone ever had, because you certainly did. She just⊠fuck, she didnât know. She needed to be alert at all times. Just in case.
Tonight was like any other time, stirring at the cooing of a heavy wind outside the rattling windows. Her eyes found the back of your head immediately and settled a little, comfortable and dozed with the feeling of your ass grazing her front and the warmth of your back blanketing her. You slept like two people in love and if she were more awake sheâd probably mourn the relationship that was out of her grasp. Too much of a pussy, too much of a risk to ruin things. But this, this she could enjoy in her half awake consciousness.
She was about to drift back off, perhaps a deeper sleep this time knowing that everything is alright and youâre safe from the harsh winds of Spring. Until, she felt a prodding. That was the best way to describe it. Like you were poking her, despite both of your arms being curled at your front visibly. She panicked for a moment, which woke her enough to open her eyes and gaze down at whatever the hell was poking her in the stomach. Your tail.
It curled at the end like a question mark, curious and wandering. She watches, fascinated at how you could be sound asleep and yet your tail had a mind of its own. It knocked on her, like it was asking for entry before it poked lower, lower, Jesus, lower. Without time for her to respond, your tail slots itself between her thighs, curling around and cupping her cunt. She gasps, bringing a hand up that was originally going to cover her mouth, but ran over her own head instead, frozen and unsure of what to do in this situation.
Why was your tail touching her up whilst you slept innocently on the other end of it? She knew you were sleeping for sure because of the quiet snores and the even quieter hum of your pur â making her wonder how she never noticed it before youâd told her about your rarity. Your tail slithered like a snake as if trying to get comfortable, which made Ellieâs mouth hang open as it practically moulded itself to the shape of her. The agile tip of your tail curled around, brushing against the material of her sweatpants all the way up to her clit and she winced, enough to stir you a little. Your tail seemed to go a little limp as you groan quietly, your sleep disturbed. God, what if she wakes up and finds me like this? Her fucking tail getting me off. Thatâs weird, oh god â youâre a creep Ellie. Move, move now. Jesus.
She spins around so the two of you are back to back, staring at the wall. Ellie clenches her thighs so that your tail canât slip through them and grope her again, frowning as she squeezes her eyes closed in shame at how good it felt. It was wrong. Wrong and creepy and awful and she hated herself for letting it go on for that long. She willed herself to sleep, repeating those words like a mantra.
The next day you plant flowers together in the community garden. She doesnât bring it up.
SUMMER
There were certain pages in the manual that the two of you would skip. It was too awkward, too intrusive â pages you would separately read in your own time.
If you donât get your female cat spayed, theyâre going to go into heat. How exciting! And if youâre experiencing kitty in heat for the first time, youâre probably wondering: how do I cope with this? Dealing with a restless, frisky kitty may seem like a challenging task, but itâs not nearly as difficult as you may think. Weâve outlined plenty of quick tips and suggestions to help calm your cat down in the short term, as well as some solutions to prevent heat in the long term. In just a few minutes, youâll be able to give your loving furball the support and respite she needs during this tough time.
Ellie snickered when she read it the first time, a night where youâd fallen asleep at her house, curled up on the end of the bed by her feet. You hadnât meant to fall asleep there, it just happened â trying to give yourself space on the particularly warm evening. Not everything in this manual applied to you, like youâd insisted plenty of times â youâre mainly all human. Despite the purring, you hadnât felt youâd demonstrated any feline-like behaviours (Ellie disagrees strongly, but canât bring herself to argue.) That night she had sat up later, reading about cats in heat â wondering if⊠youâd ever⊠what would she do⊠no, Ellie. Stop.
When summer had approached, something had flipped. Things were normal until they werenâtâ and at first you could blame it on the weather, the serotonin flooding everyoneâs systems from the influx of Vitamin D, being able to wear less and enjoy more. Days seeming longer. Life seeming better. Youâd grown more affectionate with Ellie, not fighting the urge anymore to be touching her at all times. Gently sinking your teeth into her freckled skin when you felt the urge, wrapping your tail around her leg when youâd stand side by side in your kitchen, clambering onto her lap with the manual and urging her to read some more so you could get sleepy and comfortable and fall asleep on top of her. You saw the way people would look at the two of you around Jackson together, they thought you were together â and you didnât mind â even though you werenât. Just two super close best friends.
When the calendar had rolled over to July, things seemed to intensify by ten. Things were changing, urges growing stronger. You couldnât control yourself purring when Ellie would simply enter the room, kneading your claws into your seat of the canteen area pulling up threads, needing to be near her. Practically vibrating the floorboards in total bliss when sheâs give you a friendly, subtle ear scratch in public being careful not to unpin your ears. Saliva pooling inside your mouth with the urge to lick her all over when sheâd arrive to your home late at night after a rough patrol, ready to crawl into bed beside you and surrender herself to your grabby paws hands. Wanting to pounce on her when sheâd greet you by the gardens, knuckle knocking gently beneath your chin with a friendly âMorninâ kitty-cat.â Worst of all, the growing neediness youâd succumb to each night you werenât together, mewling as youâd grind against a pillow pretending it was her thigh, soaking the sheets. You were starting to accept that you were experiencing your first ever heat.
You particularly enjoyed summer evenings in Jackson. The air was was balmy and warm without the scalding, overwhelming sunshine like there was in the day. Most if not all citizens would be in the town centre at movie night or the bar â which created a perfectly calm and empty landscape for walks. It was one that day, the one thatâs about to unfold â that you were particularly dazed. You felt high, sensitive, walking on air. You wear a bell around your neck now, a giggly patrol gift from Ellie â something that tinkles quietly and could be confused with simple jewellery to the untrained eye. It sounds each step you take, a comforting noise that was special to you and your best friend. Your summer dress grazed above your knees, and due to no one being around, you didnât quite care that your tail would occasionally peak out when a warm breeze would pass through.
You stroll past the flowers you and Ellie had planted in spring, stroll past the empty playground with the wooden climbing equipment that you had to continue walking on from to not give into the urge to dig your aching claws into. Your mind was set on finding Ellie â Ellie, Ellie, Ellie, whoâd supposedly just be returning home from patrol. As expected, nothing quite getting past your astute cat wisdom â there she stood, facing away from you in just her adorable oversized white tshirt, greenish brownish greenish flannel and long baggy denim shorts. Your whole body felt hot and the sight of her, heart pumping and palms tingling. Approaching slowly, you hear her quietly talking to Shimmer as she undresses her of her equipment, occasionally stopping to give her affectionate pats and love. Ellie was always good with animals.
Figures.
You step closer, alerting Ellie of your presence. âHere kitty.â She smirks, continuing to remove Shimmerâs saddle before turning over her shoulder, eyeing you briefly.
âHowâd you know I was here?â You swoon, dumb smile on your face as you step up to her. Probably too close, but something inside of you was clawing to be able to smell her, be able to feel the warmth radiating off her body. She doesnât react to the proximity, just lifting a finger and jingling the bell at your neck. You fight a shudder when her coarse fingertip grazes the soft skin of your neck.
âHard to miss you. That bell was definitely a good investment, youâre not sneakinâ up on me anymore, huh.â
She continues tending to Shimmer as you watch, a fond smile on your face.
âHow was patrol? âMissed you.â You tug at her flannel sleeve for attention and she chuckles good naturedly, rolling her eyes.
âWasnât gone for that long, was I? Youâre always missing me lately. Is somethinâ up?â She turns her head to you again inquisitively, concern flashing through her eyes â as well as the stream of bright light from the sunset through the crack in the barn wall. She squints.
âUhâŠâ You sigh out softly. Yes. I need you. I want you. Come here. Fuck me. âNo. I dunno.â You shrug, forcing yourself to look away, defeated. No, youâre here for a reason. âCan you come over tonight? Sleepover?â You realise youâre still clinging to her sleeve and sheâs letting you, her eyes drifting to the way your hand slides downwards and catches her hand, intertwining your fingers. You know, just best friend things.
âJesse asked me to hang out butâŠâ She started, but trailed off when you became all fluttery lashes and bambi-eyed. âFuck it,â She breathes. âIâm too tired for his shit today anyway.â
You grin, successful and tilt your head. âNot too tired for my shit?â and she scoffs, squeezing your hand.
âNever.â
She steps back, your joined hands bridging the two of you still. Her eyes are trailing down again. That little sundress, she hadnât seen that before. Maybe hanging in your closet, but not out of the house. Her eyes dip lower and she sees a flash of fur swinging behind you, jostling your dress. Her eyes widen a little. âHey.â She emphasises, nodding her head down. Youâre still staring at her, at her freckles and the way theyâre shaded from the sun â a halo of bronze and natural flush.
âHm?â You sing. She furrows her brows.
âYour dress is short.â
âDonât you like it?â
âWhat? Uhâ fuck, I mean, yeah â but Iâm saying other people might see yourâŠâ She nods again in gesture, nervous.
âTail?â Your fingers trail up her flannel sleeve a little.
âYeah. People might not be as⊠open to all that, babe.â Babe. A slip up, usually â usually said when she wanted to soften the blow, or when she physically couldnât stop the affection from meeting her lips. You preened at the word anyway, didnât even bother to hide it.
âNo oneâs around.â
Your claw traces the blue green vein on her pale wrist. You donât remember it coming out, these days it seemed they just did it on their own. She winces at the light scratch, but she lets you anyway. Just ogling, wide eyed, a little confused and a little turned on â which confused her all the more. She silently begged herself, get a grip.
She tore her hand away, hoisting her backpack off her back and swinging it around â damn near smacking you in the face with it. âGot you a present. Know you like those.â She rushes out, sounding a little out of breath like sheâd been running. You liked it, liked that you did that to her. Youâre smiling and sheâs like, ignoring it â because she knows you know you flustered her and thatâs not like Ellie. Not like calm and collected Ellie Williams.
âFor me? You shouldnât have.â
She digs around, pulling out a black rectangular VHS tape. Hard to come by, but always a delight seeing as you had a TV facing your bed in your room that refused CD discs and would only play grainy tapes. Ellie turned it in her hands, displaying the white tape across the front that read in someone unknowns Sharpieâd handwriting âDisney Aristocatsâ
âThink itâs about cats. Thought it would be funny.â She chuckles humbly, her âyou hate it. fuck my life.â thoughts kicking in as expected.
âWe can watch it tonight!â You grin, gently taking it from her â clutching it proudly in your hands. She relaxes, shoulders unstiffening.
âCool. Uh, yeah.â She nods, scratching her scalp which made the half-up-bun bob at the back of her head. She looks at you, and then looks around, and then back at you. Always back at you. âAlright. Let me go home and shower, you go set everything up and Iâll be round soon. Just⊠get outta here, before anyone sees you. Yeah?â Ellie exasperates, softly clapping two hands down on your shoulders and spinning you around, carefully nudging you to start walking away.
âMâkay. See you then, Els.â
âSee ya, trouble.â Eye roll. Or maybe her eyes just rolled back at the sight of you swishing away in your little sundress. Sheâs not sure.
You were stood in front of the mirror when the door knocked. Your heart jumped â like you werenât expecting Ellie to even come for some reason â but more so because you wasnât sure you could get away with pyjamas this skimpy. You wanted to seduce her, sure. But this was just obscene. You wore, what essentially was just a long tank top. It fell mid thigh, flimsy and thin, showing every curve and dip and plumpness to you. You didnât ever feel insecure around Ellie, no â but she might just call you a slut.
There was no time to change, so you ran and got the door, feigning confidence. Something was⊠different about the way she was stood there. Her hands were in her jean pockets awkwardly, like she didnât know what to do with them. Sheâd actually cleaned up surprisingly, wearing her jeans and off white wifebeater. She somewhat looked like she was trying, but maybe that was all in your head. She didnât look you in the eye either, thick brown lashes fluttered slightly as her eyes jumped down you in segments. Tits, then tummy, then hips, and then tail. The sight of it flapping about freely made her usher you inside quickly, always aware of the risks.
âHey furball, yâready to watch the movie?â She clears her throat, looking around your house like sheâd never seen it before. Nervous? Something else?
âTold you not to call me that, doofus. But yes, follow me.â You giggle, and thatâs all you seem to do around her these days if not purring â constant girlish giggles tumbling past your lips at the slightest joke. It bordered on pathetic.
She enters your room with a chuckle, like â the type that says âyouâre so fucking cute.â in Ellieâs voice, if you can imagine. Youâd set the movie up, the screen buzzing with static playing old timey music with the start up screen for the movie awaiting the two of you. Youâd rustled together every blanket and cushion you could get your hands on to create some kind of nest for the two of you to get all cuddled up in, and even more than that if your plans went how they should. It smells like you in the room, and Ellie wants to stand there and breathe in so hard her ribs crack from the expansion just to inhale you in completely. Thereâs no time for that, because youâre ushering her down on the bed. Itâs almost horny just from the way you push her down, both hands on the warm skin of her freckled shoulders â your smooth and grabbable thighs between her legs. âGet comfy. But not too comfy. You always fall asleep when we watch movies.â
But how could she fall asleep when youâre dressed like that? In your natural form, wearing so little and showing so much. Her palms felt like little ants were inside her skin, running around like their tiny heads were on fire â or maybe it was just the hand static from not being able to touch your electric skin, to graze her coarseness over your smoothness and hear the sizzle of you up against fingertips. She wanted to hold you by the back of the head, take all your weight, all your thoughts, all of you.
But she was here to watch a movie, like a good best friend. And if thatâs what you needed thatâs what sheâd be.
Turns out trying to seduce someone into scratching the itch thatâs been aching you for weeks was harder than expected. How were you supposed to initiate this again? Hadnât you thought about this time and time again, written about your dream scenarios of getting down and dirty with Ellie in the middle of your diary where no one would look if theyâd found it and opened it up? Youâd practised this, time and time again whilst you fall asleep â or whilst youâre fucking your hand, or whilst youâre staring at her profile idly whilst she sits and draws. God, how do you make the first move?
Youâre staring at her whilst this rackets your brain, and you donât realise how shamelessly youâre gawking at her until she side-eyes you, a fond little smirk daring to grace her features â it was audacious how cute she was. âSomethinâ on your mind?â
Sheâs practically handing you the opportunity. Your skin burns, body pressed to hers. Her arm is wrapped around your shoulder, the two of you propped up laying back on your bed and itâs all set up perfectly. You could say a million things, you could push your weight up on your elbow and reach up and kiss the side of her rubied lips. You want to slot a hand right between your thighs there and then, relieve yourself, show her what sheâs done to you. The mess sheâs made out of you.
You squeak out a âNope.â despite all of this.
You keep planning and rehearsing, not concentrating on the cat movie anymore, thatâs for damn sure. Who was that old lady again? What was that cats name? Who cares. Youâre staring, syncing your breath to hers. You think yourself to sleep, cheek pressed to her collar bone and soft snores. Completely unsuccessful, but thereâs always next time right?
When you wake up a few hours later things feel different. Youâre not touching Ellie anymore â Hell, she could be gone for all you know. But youâre feverish, throat dry and prickly. Your skin is broken out into goosebumps despite the heat, your thin tank top dress completely stuck to your skin and sheering from the pure amount of sweat drenching you. What the fuck? Were you sick? Youâre panting, aching but not all over â only in your⊠you reach down, half awake and feel your slick coating your inner thighs, pooling your cunt. You felt feral.
Your eyes shoot open now, because â well, you canât be doing that. Canât be touching yourself like that with Ellie right there. The room is glowing blue, and you locate the TV screen causing it. The movie is gone, finished, and the screen is on a standby channel, quiet and staticy as it alights the bedroom. You turn to Ellie, because you need her suddenly, feeling like youâll burst into tears or cum without touch, whichever comes first and you donât know why. Any shyness has left you when you turn, spinning onto your hands and knees to touch her and shake her awake.
Sheâs laying on her front, her wifebeater having ridden up a little to display some of her back. Her arm hugs her pillow, and you donât remember her being that sculpted â her arms, the ones that hold you when you hug and lift the heavy gates on patrol. You reach out and touch, and then grab, and then you shake her awake. âEls, Ellie please.â
It doesnât take her much, sheâs a light sleeper as mentioned before. She panics a little, flipping onto her back when she hears your trembling, whiney tone. Whatâs wrong? What happened? Sheâs reaching for you before her eyes are fully open.
âHey, whaâsamatter?â She croaks, one eye squinting shut in the bright blue glow. You go to tell her but you just whisper her name again, and again and you just need her to touch. Your hand grabs her arm again and she sits up fully, eyes widening a little as she wakes up properly. âHey, talk tâme.â
âLook at me Iâmââ You whine quietly, gesturing to your fevered appearance but you feel like you donât have time to explain. You have no sense of patience or shame when you scooch closer, hands sliding over her shoulders so your foreheads are nearly touching. You look deranged and her cunt twitches.
âI need you Els. Somethinâ is going on with me and I just... I donât know but I need you.â You beg. Jesus, she must be having some kind of wet dream.
âWhat? Uhâ you â need me how?â She stutters, and she feels like a fuckinâ idiot because where was the suave flirting skills and pizazz she promised herself sheâd have when the day came that you finally asked her to touch you? Let her have you? Her stomach clenches in cringe but she barely has time to overthink it because youâre moving impossibly closer. Your tits are practically spilling out and Ellieâs palms are sweating so much that it makes her insecure.
âThink somethings wrong with me, think Iâm inââ
âYouâre in heat.â Your words overlap and the two of you are whispering like thereâs anyone else in the house that might overhear you. âYeah, uh â shit man, I read about it in the book, you know? I didnât know if youâd⊠if youâd be able to⊠whatever. What do you need? You need some water?â Sheâs rambling, needing to think carefully about her actions. She didnât wanna take advantage of you when you were so vulnerable⊠was this like, weird? Not because youâre her best friend â no, this has been Ellieâs long game since you met â but because of the whole⊠feline thing.
âNo I donât need water Ellie, I just want you to help me. It⊠it aches.â You cry miserably, dropping your face into her shoulder defeatedly. She smells so good, just like her â like Ellie, but so much stronger than usual, your senses heightened by ten. It weakened you, feeling this out of control. You sniffle, rubbing your nose into her top and she rubs your drenched back â sympathetic.
âIs it because itâs like⊠a full moon or something?â She asks quietly and your brows furrow in annoyance, pushing yourself off her to be face to face again.
âMânot a werewolf Ellie.â You pout, and her lips twitch up into a nervous half chuckle, relaxing a little as she reaches up and smoothes her thumb between your brows. She sighs. And then laughs quietly.
âI know that.â
The two of you look at eachother for a moment, a silent conversation in the place of what should be confessing feelings. You feel like you take the first step when you glance at her lips, and she returns it by glancing at yours. The looks get more eager, and your bodies thrust closer, and you kiss.
You wished it was romantic, like youâd planned for months. But itâs needy and eager and youâre panting and whining within thirty seconds of having her tongue glide against yours. Youâre lucky that Ellie is just eagerly going with it, happy to be there. You didnât wanna make her uncomfortable or come across as forceful â but that didnât seem to be the case at all, especially not when she let out a little groan at the feeling of of you sinking down pointed teeth into her bottom lip.
She topples back when you lean into her more and youâre clambering onto her lap, thighs shaking. You hear yourself before you realise youâre not kissing anymore, instead whispering âPlease, please, please.â against her lips with your eyes screwed shut as you grind your soaked cunt onto her jean covered one. Where youâd usually make a comment about her sleeping in jeans, you pant â and she lets out an embarrassingly loud, wide eyed groan at the feeling. The zipper digs into both of your clits from either side.
âFuck, fuck okay.â Her hands hover, and she doesnât know where to grab first. This is happening, God this is really fucking happening. She blushes at the thought of her dorkishly pinching herself, just to check itâs not some super torturous vivid dream as her hands float before just pawing at your back, pulling you closer. Closer. Need her closer.
You shuffle back in the dark, hands fumbling for that zipper that youâd made warm and wet through your cotton underwear and tug it down so harshly you think itâs gonna come off. Buttons get unpopped, and fingers get tucked into a waistband before youâre yanking down. Ellieâs getting whiplash at the speed youâre moving, eyes flickering across your desperate and pained expression. Fat tears sit beneath your eyes as you mutter the word âcloserâ again, an inkling of relief when you pull her jeans down to her mid thighs revealing soft black boxers.
You sit on her again, and â thatâs it, thatâs the friction you wanted. You can feel the raised, round mould of her pussy through the material and she gasps when you grind down onto her, forcing herself up onto her elbows, eyes rolling back a little, hands gripping your thigh creases as she stared down at your white underwear smushing itself into hers in the dim light. Youâre whimpering (and so is she for a moment), hips jerking forward and Ellie genuinely doesnât know what to do with you. It feels so fucking good, but she feels like sheâs not stepping up the way she should. She wants to take control, make it all better for you like she always does.
âFuck, okay babe. Chill, okay? Mhpm, I got you. Let me help you. Sâwhat Iâm here for right? Lay back.â She whispers, and leans forward again to ease you backwards and like she canât help it, presses another kiss to your lips. You both freeze, because this time it has feeling behind it. Thatâs also what you needed, you needed her to take control. You relax for a moment, letting her roll you onto your back barely breaking apart the kiss.
When she pulls back, she strokes your hot cheek with her thumb â staring into each others eyes. Hers are still beautiful and vibrant even in the feverish blue light, glancing all across your face with concern and fondness etched into her features. âKay?â she speaks, tapping her thumb to your cheek for a response and you nod, huffing out a breath. Okay. Try to calm down.
She kisses the corner of your mouth, which trails inevitably into the crook of your neck, her swollen lips sucking the slippery skin with a hum. Your fingers are bunched tightly into her shirt and her jeans are still below her ass from your dry humping craze. You take some deep breaths, and she hears you â outwardly appreciating your efforts to be calm. âThats good, keep doinâ that.â She whispers when you push air out of your mouth shakily, and the praise makes your legs fall open limply.
âYou gonna let me help you out, pretty girl?â She kisses the centre of your chest and you mewl, body vibrating with purs as you nod. âTell me, please. Iâve uh, Iâve waited so long to hear it.â She sounds nervous in the sweetest way possible, making you even in your haze reach out to comfort her, pushing her auburn strands out her face as she looks up at you pleadingly.
âPlease help me Ellie, want you to touch me.â Your voice is jumpy from your shudders, and it transfers to her â your eyes just catching the way she trembles a little from adrenaline in the dark.
âAlright baby, I got you.â
Hearing her call you baby like youâd always hoped she would makes you heave out a sigh, pushing your hips up into her body weight trying to relieve yourself somehow. She shushes you, distracted by the feel of you beneath her palms now as she drags them down your body. Her thumbs swipe across your hard nipples through the thin material of your pyjamas and you mewl again, arching into her hands.
âGonna make you feel better, promise.â She whispers but it feels more like sheâs talking about you and not to you so you try to keep quiet so that you can just observe. Sheâs sliding down the bed âtil sheâs practically half off it, pushing your dress up to press fond kisses to your tummy. It feels right, like itâs something sheâs been doing for months despite it being her first time down there. Itâs Ellie, your Ellie. You canât think of anyone youâd be in better hands with.
âNever,â kiss. âHad,â kiss. âSomeone down here,â kiss. âBefore have you?â She drags her lips downwards this time, gripping the meat of your thighs and spreading them. You sigh out a whimper and shake your head, embarrassed by how needy you were for a flash of a second before getting lost in your lust again. She whispers out an âThâsokayâ against your hipbone as she pushes your thighs open before pulling back â taking a look. Her tongue wets her lips at the sight before her, eyes adjusted into the low light now to see how youâve completely soaked through your underwear â lips fat and wanting through the material. Ellie letâs out a breath she was unaware to be holding, forefinger stroking through your covered folds with a glance upwards to make sure it was all still okay.
âGod damn.â She comments, and you know what she means â she probably didnât know it was possible to get this wet.
âTakeâm off, please.â You whimper, writhing your hips around growing impatient once more and she nods frantically, peeling the cotton down your body making you hide your face in your arm when your centre clings to the fabric.
âSo ready, huh.â She whispers, hot breath fanning over your bare cunt now. She breathes out a barely audible chuckle as she strokes the side of her finger across the small curled tuft of pubic hair that sat on your skin.
âYeah, bâbeen ready for you Els. Wanted this for so lâong.â You canât stop trembling, and perhaps it was your feverish chills or the fact you were so excited to finally have your best friend in the way youâd wanted her.
âYeah?â She cooes, but sheâs barely listening â both thumbs pushing the fat of your lips outward, spreading you for her viewing pleasure. âBeen hiding all this from me? But itâs so prettyâŠâ
You sniffle, and she takes that as her sign to dive straight in â tongue flattening against your exposed clit and flicking upwards before dragging her lips down through your quantity of arousal. You moan, barely able to hear yourself through the loud purs emitting from you and buck your hips against her face.
You knew Ellie had experience, from the gutwrenching stories sheâd tell you about her escapades with her ex girlfriend Cat (Funnily enough, actually her name â a foreshadowing all things considered.) But youâd figured it was just fooling around behind the barn, or maybe when Joel wasnât home as the two of them used to share a residence. You didnât expect her to be so⊠ravenous. If you knew that the girl sat beside you for so long could eat like this, you might have felt more inclined to approach her for help a little sooner.
The room was filled with obscene sounds, the sound of Ellieâs mouth ministrations which can only be compared to noise that belonged to stirring buttery pasta â mixed with her low moans against you because apparently you tasted that good. This was also mixed with, but not overshadowed by your desperate cries and purs as you pull her head further down into your crotch, panting up against the ceiling praying for release.
You hear yourself cry for âMore!â and as if the thought had already sprouted for your best friend, her middle finger immediately pressed in against your hole â applying pressure and massaging that warm spot â a challenge for it not to slip right in given how wet you were for her.
âCan give you more. Lemme in, babe.â She murmurs against you when she finally sinks it in, sucking on your clit as means to get you to loosen up around her â which in hindsight wasnât her most clear-minded idea as you only clenched harder. Ellie, much to your dismay removes her mouth for a moment to sit up on her elbow a little higher. She blows over your clit, smacking a wet kiss to it before looking up at you seriously â finger frozen only a little way in. Her free hand comes up, wide palm stroking across your lower stomach soothingly. âGotta relax. Donât wanna hurt you and youâre tight, babe. Relax.â
This side of Ellie made it difficult to not challenge this by clenching even harder. You could tell there was still an element of nerves to her, not wanting to fuck it up â but it just came so naturally to her to look after you. You push a shaky breath out through your mouth in a small âoâ shape, eager to make her proud again like before and focus on unclenching, her thumb on the connecting hand softly stroking your clit up and down to assumably aid you in this. âGood job, thatâs it.â
She smiles when she returns her mouth to your folds, absolutely ecstatic to get back in there. You would have giggled at this if you werenât so worked up, placing all your concentration into keeping loose for her and letting her press her finger up into a delicate spot you hadnât discovered before. You jerk, briefly clenching again as her gaze snaps up to youâ free hand coming back to smooth down your hip and ass, calming you. âCâmon babe, this is gonna get yâthere. Help me out here.â She whispers and you try for her again, letting her press up into that toe curling devastating place. The bed rocks with movement, the same feeling you get when youâre half awake in the back of a moving car â and you glance down to realise itâs Ellie, and sheâs fucking humping the bed, grunting against your pussy with her nose smushed to your clit. You feel the tears welling, and something turning like cogs in your stomach. Your orgasm approaches, but itâs only at the precipice of your cuntâ the ache reaching much deeper and you panic at the idea of being left unsatisfied despite your deep lust, Ellieâs touches only making you ache more.
âEls, Ellie wâwait Iâm gonna, let â wait I canât itâs not â sânot deep enough I need more, need more itâs too ââ Youâre suddenly crying out, pushing yourself up with a look of absolute devastation on your face which is so sobering that she pulls her fingers out of you completely â pushing her self up at crazy speeds to meet you half way and cup your face.
âBabe, youâre panicking. Just talk to me, tell me what you need I â I can give it to you. Breathe.â She whispers, lips brushing your own as she attempts to comfort you, swiping away the tears leaking down your cheeks still. Your lip curls over, puffing out and wobbling as you suck in a quivering breath.
âMoreâ just need to be⊠fucked, need you to fuck me, need it deeper.â You wail and she shushes you again, her slender hand coming back down to just cup your cunt in a way that made you dizzy, an attempt for her to comfort you and hold you in a way that you needed. Your eyes squeeze shut and tears moisten your lashes, feeling guilty for asking for such things, unsure if she can really give it to you. You didnât want her to feel bad.
Ellie bites her lip in thought and tastes you. She did have that one thing⊠though she hadnât actually used it before. It was a harness, a thick purple dildo lodged into the centre of it â stashed in a shoebox and shoved under her bed with crimson cheeks and clammy hands. Sheâd found it on patrol, and figured it could be useful one day maybe â a vision of you taking her with an arched back and her hips slamming against your plush ass making her wince and cup her cunt through her jeans in that very sex store. She had something that could help, and she had to push her pride aside to offer.
âGot something I can fuck you with. Itâs⊠literally for that purpose but uh, itâs back at my place.â When she seeâs the way your eyes light up with hope sheâs jumping up, yanking her jeans up back around her waist, fumbling to do up her zipper as she continues to stare at you for permission. âI can run, be back in literally five minutes â do you want it babe? Iâll be so fucking fast you wonât even know Iâm gone.â Sheâs not sure whoâs begging who anymore, because since handed the opportunity Ellie has become obsessed with the idea of finally getting to fuck you good and proper.
âYes jâjust be fast, Ellie please be fast.â You mewl weakly, dropping back against the bed. She gives you a once over as she stumbles for her shoes, pulling her Converse on at a speed you didnât think was possible and roughly tying laces. Sheâs out the door before you know it, leaving you to your own devices.
It feels like hours when sheâs gone and you slip further into that dream-like, hazy space youâve been fighting since sheâd laid hands on you. Without her touch, the ache began to settle deep into your centre again â skin on fire and sensitive to the touch. You felt like you were being burned from the inside out without her there, rolling around on your sheets attempting to find comfort and coming up unsuccessful. The arch in your back only opened your cunt wider to the balmy air, and your nipples grew sore quickly from rubbing up against your bedsheet. A bead of sweat rolls between your tits.
Ellieâs feet hurt from the speed her Converse would slap the concrete of Jacksonâs townâ sprinting her way through the 4AM streets on a mission to bring you the equipment to satisfy your urges. Her heart thunders when she reaches her place, dropping her keys and swearing to herself as she fumbled to get the door open. She doesnât bother closing it behind her when she runs inside, wood creaking beneath her heavy steps to sliding down on her knees beside her bed, reaching her hand along the dusty floor to find that shoe box. She finds it, muttering a borderline deranged âThere you areâ before sliding it out, popping it open just to check itâs still there before slamming the lid back on and tucking the box under her arm, heading back to you.
You know sheâs back because through your daze you hear the door shut and her loud high-pitched grunt of exertion, the image of her doubling over in your hallway to catch her breath coming to you almost like a prophetic vision. The ache worsens as her footsteps draw closer, her voice strained and out of breath as she calls out to you. âI almost â Fuck, almost ran into Jesse on the way to his early patrol. Saw him and, had to take a detour behind someoneâs house cosâ he would have asked what was in the box and like â I canât just get it out and show himâŠâ Her panted words trail off when she re enters the bedroom, eyes falling on your desperate state once more.
It was a blow to her heart, seeing you so worked up. You were completely naked now in just your collar, brow slick with sweat and body practically glowing. Your tail curls around your thigh self soothingly, ears pointed high and alert. Your back arches painfully as you drag your hands down your thighs. You sniffle, defeated.
âCanât even touch myself nâmake it better cos my claws wonât go back in.â You shake, dragging your hands down your thighs desperately. Your sharp claws catch the delicate skin leaving long thin marks but you donât even seem to notice. Ellieâs brows furrow and she rushes to you, sitting beside you on the bed and taking your hand in hers, looking at your clawed fingertips.
âHey, donât⊠donât do that. Mâhere now. Can look after you yeah? Let me justâŠâ She struggles for the box and pulls out the clattering harness and toy. Youâre distracted for a moment as you watch, intrigued by the contraption that sheâs pulling up her jeans and fastening at her hips. When sheâs done, a purple plastic cock stands proud in the centre of her crotch, and your mouth practically waters.
It was animalistic, truly â and a little embarrassing the way you grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed. She even had the nerve to stumble a little bit, her back bouncing against the sheets as she scrambled to get comfortable and you crawled onto her lap. You press your lips to hers again like sheâs your life line, letting out a muffled moan because you missed her. Sheâd been gone for five minutes and youâd missed her. You knew sheâd tease you for that if it were any other time, but this time was like no other. She groans against you too, her hand cupping up to cup the back of your head and hold you there. You couldnât get enough of eachother, all this waiting was finally paying off.
Your thighs shake around her as you wrap your hand around the dildo, sitting back as you can rub it up and down your slick a few times, collecting itâs juice. Ellie sits up a little, watching with wide eyes. âJesus. Yâlook so fuckinâ pretty.â
Her words send a surge of need through you again and you push the fat tip against your hole, adjusting so you can sit straight down on it. She winces for you, hands hovering above your hips. âCareful you havenât taken anything bigger than my fingers before itâs gonnaââ
You groan, melting into her as you sink down all the way. Sheâs right, it does hurt â and youâre frozen, laying against her shoulder hiccuping and quietly sobbing at the stretch. Itâs way too much, but â it scratches the itch. Dulls the ache inside. You could power through this.
Her voice is gentle when she speaks, hands slowly coming down on your back to rub soothing circles on your clammy skin. âHey.â She leans back a little, tilting her head trying to get a look at you. âLook at me, baby.â
You do, because how could you not â blinking big wet, eyes at her in the dark. She wipes away some tears with her knuckle, brows frowned and concerned. âYou gotta be careful. Okay? I donât⊠Iâm not going to hurt you. I canât.â She admits, and it seems to carry more meaning than what sheâs letting off in the moment. Your doe eyes well again, fist curling in her wifebeater and then loosening as you try and calm your jerky breaths. She slowly reaches down until the pads of her fingers meet your clit, engorged and pushed out from the way your cunt is stretched open around her. She rubs it in light circles, softly â making you preen into her touch. The pain of the stretch lessens and you canât help but grind down.
With each grind, you become more frenzied â picking up the pace as you chase the feeling youâd been after. Youâre moaning over the sound of your pussy squelching around her and all she can do is grab onto your ass and help you, eyes all over you. âFffffuck, babe â look at you, takinâ it so well. Who taught you how to fuck like this huh? Thought I was your first?â She chuckles, breathless from your incessant bouncing and grinding.
âYou are, Els â mâmy first and my only, donât wanna fuck anyone else ever again.â You whine, so loudly it can probably be heard from outside but who cares â not when sheâs got you like this. This worked up and needy for her. It was something from her wildest dreams.
âYeah? Wanna be my girl?â She grunts, your grinding aiding the harness in hitting her clit just right with each movement. With all this time spent helping you, Ellie hadnât realised how pent up she was.
âYes, mâyour girl Ellie, mâyour girl you â you own me!â You admit, and it seems things go a little quiet at the confession. You clench hard, burrowing into her shoulder as she processes the words. Ellie hears an incoherent âMoreâ again, and her body goes on autopilot â feet sliding up to press flat against the bed. She holds you still, arm across your lower back and pins you to her whilst she fucks up into you fast. She grunts at the feeling, and you cry. With each bounce she forces out of you, your bell collar jingles humiliatingly.
Ellie canât seem to keep her hands in one place, leaving your back to feel the way your tits jump with each movement caging them under her hands. âYeah, baby? Like that?â She cooes and feels you nod frantically into her, nothing but mewls and moans able to leave you. Youâre gushing over her strap, walls spasming trying to suck her back in each time she draws back â Ellie feels like she can feel it herself.
âYâown me. Mâall yours forever Els.â You babble like youâre trying to keep yourself awake, alive, conscious whilst Ellie fucks up into you like itâs the last chance sheâll ever get.
âYeah? This all mine, sweet girl?â She cooes, and finally you feel it â the hint of a knot in your stomach, the orgasm youâve been chasing â one that resides deep inside you, the ache that felt like it could kill you, soon to be soothed by Ellie herself.
âYes! Yes! Mphm, gânna cum on your dick!â
Her dick. Sheâd never thought of it like that before. The words leaving your mouth sparked something in her, and suddenly she was the feral one. Her jaw clenches, strong hands pushing and tugging and rolling you onto your back. You gasp at the feeling of her cock sliding right out to the tip at the jostling, tits bouncing as you lay back on the bed. You looked vulgar and improper and so far from your innocent self, and Ellie couldnât help but feel that maybe this was all on her. Maybe you wouldnât have gone into heat if the sexual tension between you wasnât so strong. What had she done to her sweet best friend?
You stare up at her with doe eyes, and she stares back for a moment â lips parted, jaw squared and eyes dark. This was the Ellie youâd needed.
Her hands slide up the backs of your thighs and push your knees up to your chest, pressing her strap deep inside of you. Her breathing is erratic, hair falling into her face as she thrusts in and out at a punishing pace, the tip of her cock nudging your cervix just right. Itâs almost too much to take and you turn your head with a weak mewl, sound punched out of your lungs. She doesnât let you, grabbing you by the jaw so that fucked out your eyes stayed on her own glossy ones.
âYeah thatâs right, look at me. Stay right here with me.â
âCâcanât.â
âYou can. Be good, câmon, jâst keep taking it, angel.â She moans and your toes curl. Needing her as close as humanely possible, your hand curled around the back of her head tugging her to your lips. You feel her arm pressed between the two of you, giving herself just enough space to toy with your clit as she groaned against your mouth.
You detached, unable to keep up with the kissing as you wrapped your arms around Ellieâs neck â and she was okay with that, focusing on her thrusting to get you where you needed. You squeeze extra hard with a pained mewl, every one of your moans met with a cooed âYeah?â or âThat right?â until you were actually finally cumming.
Youâre not aware of yourself when you actually do, feeling like water was being thrown over the fire that was your body all whilst igniting another at the same time. The sounds coming from you wereâŠa lot. Purs and squeals and moans and squelching, nothing left to do but to let Ellie ride it out for you, telling you how good you are for letting go. You hear her wince and it brings you back a little, realising youâd been scraping your fangs along Ellieâs bare shoulder â drawing thick beads of blood.
You pant, and she stares down at you with a clenched jaw as you calm your self, recuperating after that Earth shattering orgasm given by your best fâ you couldnât surely still be calling her that right? After all that?
Your eyes focus, puffy lips smeared slightly with the blood youâd drawn from Ellieâs skin and you heave out a whispered apology, trying to blink back your concentration which was proven difficult with her strap still seated deep inside you the way it was.
âSâorry, got carried away I didnât mean to.â
She goes to shrug, but the air is then punched out of her lungs as you lean forward a little, looking at her with pensive, wide submissive eyes before flattening your tongue against the wound and cleaning it up. She watches, still not having said a word before sheâs gently grabbing your shoulders and pushing you to lay flat again. Her hips shift, a slow experimental grind rolling out from her hips as she watches you. Your brows furrow, jaw gaping at the sensitivity as you grab at her strong arms in a slight panic. She takes your hands and pins them down in a soft and loving way.
âWhatâyou doinâ Els?â You sigh out almost in one breath, and thatâs when she leans down and presses soft kisses to your cheek once more, her hair tickling your nose, wanting you to feel the love radiating off her.
âMakinâ sure itâs all out your system. Youâll let me do that, yeah?â She mutters, still breathless and you whine in response with a vicious nod. âGood girl.â
Your thighs, which you hadnât realised had tightened around her hips loosened and fell open, your tail pushing out from under you to absentmindedly tickle your own skin. Maybe it was for comfort, self soothing you through the pleasurable pain of your overstimulation.
Ellie picked up her pace a little, her movements different from beforeâ long and lengthy rolls of her hips making sure to graze every wall inside of you. âHowâs that? That make you feel good?â Itâs an earnest and honest question, genuinely wanting to know but you tip your head back, controlling everything in you not to hurt her when you dig her claws into the fat beneath her ass now â trying to pull her deeper inside since sheâd let your arms out of her pin.
âFeels so good, Ellie. Yâlook after me so well.â You whimper, one hand reaching up to push her hair out of her face and she blinks at you a little off guardâ preening at the praise a little. âMy strong, clever Ellie. Always doinâ whatâs right fâme.â You whine, and it seems the praising is turning the both of you on as her brows knit, lips parting just a little as she grinds harder in a way that rubs her good down below.
âOkay, okay fuck.â She chuckles when she catches herself, which only makes you bite your lip and spread yourself wider for her. The angle hits your gummy insides yet again in a way that you just couldnât handle and your legs are jerking, eyes squeezing shut as you ride out another soft orgasm â letting her pleasure herself inside of you.
She keeps going, and keeps going, and keeps fucking going until youâre all fucked out â Ellieâs boxers soaked and the strap shiny all over from your releases. The sun is starting to come up through the blinds making Ellie squint tiredly when she rolls you over back on top of her, your thighs splayed either side of her body â plastic dick still burrowed inside of you.
She lets out a sigh of exertion and a gentle âAlrightâ when she tries to carefully lift her hips, trying to get a good grip on the base of the dildo so she could pull it out of you but you whine, clenching around it selfishly as you smush your cheek against her â fucked out and senseless, already half asleep. âJâst keep it⊠keep it inside, please. Just for a little while.â
The sentence makes her heart tighten a little and she just nods, letting herself fall back and relax into the soft pillows more, hand opting to instead lazily trail up and down your back until the movements were halting with her journey into sleepâ drifting off to the visions of your beautiful face, and the memory of your kisses against her lips.
Sheâll ask you out officially tomorrow. For now, she could just enjoy the peace that you brought her.
the camera pans right back up to your face, where you have a hand clasped around your mouth to hide the whinest moans. you have your eyes squeezed shut tightly, tears pooling in the little creases, your body being completely overwhelmed with pleasure as ellie slowly fucks you towards your third orgasm of the morning.
"come on, babe, let 'em hear you," she says, and the video shakes as she reaches forward to move your hand away, interwining her own with yours in the process.
"eliee," you whine digging your nails into the back of her hand and the bedsheets.
âlook at the camera,â she says. âlook at it or iâll fuckinâ stop,â
fearing your orgasm being snatched away from you when youâre already so close, you open your eyes the slightest bit, squinting back at the cameraâs that still pointed at your face. it wouldâve been embarassing, if it wasnât for the fact that you were getting so desperate you couldnât think straight.
âso fucking pretty,â she mutters, before letting go of your hand and using hers to smear the tears over your cheeks.
she slowly pans the camera to follow her hand as it trails down your body, the camera stopping right where your cuntâs swallowing her up, and her hand at your knee. ellie lets out a small huff as she slowly pulls out of you almost completely, letting the camera take the white ring youâve formed around the black strap.
âwonât you look at that,â she says, amusement very much evident in her voice. âsheâs creaming all over me. iâm fucking her real good, arenât i baby?â
you nod eagerly, trying to push back down onto her strap.
she lets out a small groan. âso fucking desperate. sheâs swallowing me right up,â
âels,â you whine, using your hands to reach up for the camera, but she moves it out of your reach. âfuck me properly already,â
âitâd be a shame not to film you, babe,â she says, starting a slow rhythm. âyou look real pretty taking it like this,â
âplease- wanna cum so bad,â you say.
she chuckles. âalright, alright,â
for a little while, the screen goes all black after she tosses it aside on the bed but the camera doesnât fail to catch both you and ellieâs moans- expecially the louder ones, where both of you were nearing your orgasms. then thereâs the sound of ellie falling onto you, followed by only heavy breathing for a couple minutes.
âcanât breathe,â you say, and thereâs audible shuffling as ellie presumably rolls off of you.
âsorry babe,â she grins. âwe should do this more often,â
âwhat, like fucking every other day isnât enough?â
she laughs, and thereâs shuffling on the bed once again, followed by the sound of small moans and sloppy kisses.
a/n: im all for rough sex and all but soft sex is actually so cute
*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*
Donations
donations currently reaching gaza:
âŒïž help buy e-sims for people in gaza
donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza
donate direct aid to gaza - ehab rida (longtime activist and volunteer, has been carrying out donations and humanitarian projects in gaza since 2021)
palestine children's relief fund
world food programme
aid to gaza - taawon/bank of palestine
help gazaâs children
donate to UNRWA
urgent humanitarian aid to palestinians - anera
medical aid for palestinians
urgent support for medical professionals in gaza
donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr)
he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $50K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now⊠itâs $7.5K per person to evacuate gaza.
help journalist yousef escape gaza to treat his cancer
help mohamed evacuate gaza to get treatment for himself and his daughter
support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi
secondary donations:
emergency relief for gaza - pious projects
palestine red crescent society
save palestine - islamic relief canada
send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association
click to donate - arab.org
help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction
donate for the recovery of hisham awartani
one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hishamâs injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.
Petitions
âŒïž urge icj to invite gazan journalists to testify
international cultural workers to strike from german cultural institutions for their complicity in oppressing palestinians and promoting genocide - strike germany
petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military
demand ceasefire - amnesty international
open call for immediate ceasefire
american government call for immediate ceasefire
american government to stop funding israeli military
ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au
petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance
invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war
suspend israel from international sports - diem25
UK to expel israeli ambassador - change.org
gaza healthcare workers for nobel peace prize - change.org
teachers around the world demand ceasefire - teachers for palestine
president whitten: reinstate samia halaby retrospective NOW - action network
location specific petitions
gaza call for lasting ceasefire - oxfam (UK)
end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)
email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)
protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)
stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)
@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)
ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)
call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)
note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so donât worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.
no forced displacement! - action network
australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)
immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)
email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)
âŒïž australian senate to investigate australian citizens in the IDF for war crimes allegations - fpm (AUS)
âŒïž arms embargo on israel - cjpme (CANADA)
sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)
ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)
call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)
cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)
skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)
singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)
contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)
write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)
template of letters you can send (EU)
guide on how to contact your MPs in EU
p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i canât find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something
multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)
includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations
den haag, maak nĂș werk van vrede in israĂ«l/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)
mÄori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)
special visa for palestinians in gaza with family in NZ - NZ parliament/pÄremata aotearoa (NZ)
deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pÄremata aotearoa (NZ)
basta ao genocĂdio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)
globo e grande mĂdia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)
Campaigns
âŒïž justice for palestine
reach out to countries to back up south africaâs invoke genocide convention at the ICJ
âŒïž international criminal court
submit evidences of israeli war crimes
friends of al-aqsa
â„ UK-specific
urge your MP to speak up for palestine
hands off al-aqsa
stop administrative detention
petition for UK to stop arming israel
â„ International
boycott puma â email them to end their partnership with israel
boycott coca-cola
palestine action
join the resistance
islamic relief canada
urge your MP to rally for ceasefire
decolonise palestine
poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians
text/call campaign for people living in USA
text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire
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đ.ïŸÛȘ àč Û« wearing ur cross on my chain for it. â
ellie williams x black female!reader
inspiration ᧠take care of you by charlotte day wilson w/ syd.
author's note â awkward fucking ending but that's life ! thought i would drop anotha drabble before the year ends â consider this a happy new years gift <3z.
warnings â 18+. more ellie focused u could say. scissoring. needy!ellie. readers just happy to be there. lots love bc i love love sawry n ellie's a canon lovergirl idc. dramatic ass metaphors bc it's me. some fluff. pussydrunk!ellie. reader has locs this time round. ellie likes to talk (canon). ellie calls reader 'mama' like twice (well!). cursing. slight dry humping n fingering. mentions of cunnilingus.
.đ„ 1873
maybe it's one of those days, where she's feeling emotionally overwhelmed, her love growing in her throat like the infection lingering in her veins, bordering on painful in the way it digs its branches into her lungs, stuttering her breath as though it wished to suffocate her. and she's just watching, staring you down as you flit through menial activities; humming as you fold the laundry, or sweetly sigh at the sweet smell that wafts from the tray of muffins you lift from the oven, and despite the normalcy of the act, her eyes wash with tenderness, need so vicious it would knock you off kilter, disrupt your center of gravity so the only thing that kept you grounded were the stars in her eyes.
when she's finally had enough of torturing herself, of her heart clenching tightly, borderline to giving out, she stands from the comfort of the knitted rug, controller discarded beside the humming console, not even having to pause because the death of her character had been neglected for the past thirty minutes, thirty minutes that felt like nothing when her gaze drunk you in. her sock-clad feet muffle her approach, ellie slinking quietly behind your idle frame, so quiet that the slide of her strong arms wrapping around your waist trigger your fright, a soft gasp as you freeze before your body is relaxing in recognition, a gentle lull into solace. ellie's so consumed by the ache in her chest, blinded by the way it steals her breath away, to gift to you, that she can't even bring herself to chuckle at your skittish nature, palms sliding up your top to press against the skin of your ribs and you yelp at her cold hands, the press of her fingertips burning into your skin.
ellie sighs, caught in a pink-tinted haze when your scent wafts around her like a cloud, misting her senses as she buries her head in the dip of your neck, breathing in your scent as she allows herself to drown in the aroma of your exaltation. her thumbs mindlessly caress the dips of your ribcage, the delicate skin silken against her calloused fingers, and your eyebrows are furrowing in concern at her lack of response, thoughts ridden by the idea that it might be one of her harder days, one where she just gets too in her head, too swallowed up by the grief that it physically consumes her, almost vulturine in its nature, but, oh, you couldn't be any more wrong. your tender cooing is cut off by ellie's hand sliding into the waistband of your little cotton shorts, not hesitating as her lithe fingers dip into your panties, humming huskily when you jolt, lips parting in shock. she's meticulous, reflexive, with how her other arm tightens around your waist to keep you still, pausing, before skimming her parted lips against the skin of your neck, her heavy pants brushing against the heated skin as your hand shoots out to wrap around her wrist.
and ellie's bringing her fingers to your clit, just barely circling the sensitive nub forcing herself to slow down, to savour you, and the reigns of her self-control slipping from her grasp cue her tells, breathing heavy in your ears as she tugs you against her, a raspy groan punched from her chest, tells of her hunger, her devotion. when her fingertips brush your growing wetness, your breath catches, eyes fluttering as you tighten your hand around her tattooed wrist â if ellie was conscious, sober from the drug that was desperation; she would tease you, drop her voice low, into that taunting lilt that tears you down and simultaneously builds you up, murmuring into your skin, "what, baby? you need something?"
but she can't, too ridden with the urge to have you, feeling the ache in her chest settle a little with the noise that escapes you, bathing in its sincerity like it was a balm slaved across the decaying skin of festering wounds, soothing the ache that blisters across her heart. the sinking of her teeth harshly into your neck when you buck towards the faintest of grazes, touch so slight it fueled the building heat in you, whining when the auburnette simply holds you tightly against her, hips rocking to grind against your ass like some depraved degenerate; ellie's cunt throbs at the thought, soaking her boxers. her voice is low, raspy, rough from disuse when she finally murmurs, calloused finger dipping into your clenching canal as she palms your swollen clit, "let me feel this pretty fucking pussy, mama."
and then you're in the bed, splayed on the sheets you share, at her mercy, and ellie's not even bothering to remove your top, shoving the hem up to your pretty neck, gaze intent on watching your tits spill out of it before harshly lifting your hips to roughly tug your shorts down the silky skin of your legs, squeezing at the soft flesh of your belly, her eyes fluttering in satisfaction. and she drools at the site of your pretty soaking pussy, the strings of wetness breaking from your panties as she tugs them down your legs and as much as she wants to dig her face in the welcoming heat; slide her tongue into your needy hole before wrapping her lips around your clit, the liquid caramel slugging in her throat and the pounding in her chest are her only source of thought, the drive for how she takes you, so she's swiftly pulling her shorts and boxers down, ripping off her tank, looking like a starved animal as she crawls towards your quivering form.
her large cold hand is wrapping under the bend of your knee folding the limb to her will, spreading you out as though you were a bud forced to bloom by her attentive rays, her light â before climbing between your legs, hovering her leaking cunt just above yours, pausing to forcefully exhale a shaky breath to reign in her slipping self-control before she lowers herself on to you. her mind foggy and her chest heaving as she lets out a long satisfied groan, her hips bucking at the warmth of your soft, soaking wet pussy against hers. and she's bending your knee to spread your lips apart, rolling her hips to fuck down on you, her swollen thrumming clit bumping against yours with every insatiable buck of her hips and ellie's hunger flames in gratification. her eyebrows furrow in concentration, rusty hairs scrunching as if the pleasure angered her, her other hand wrapping around your hip when you whimper and try to grind up against her, press closer, deeper â holding you down, feeling too close to insanity to have you grinding back against her so thoughtlessly.
the room is thick with tension, riddled with the slews of desire and devotion, both in filth and adoration, and ellie's panting heavily, her lips parted as she focuses on the feeling, breathless as she keeps her moss-darkening gaze on where you two meet, grunting a pathetic moan when she sees how much your kissing cunts glisten, a shiny mess of translucent sticky essence that makes her throat tighten, "mmmh... god, f-fuck, baby, fucking perfect pussy for me, jus- just lay there and fucking t-take it for me, yeah?" tongue unhinged as she continues with raspy chuckles of "making a mess of me, angel, can't help it... pretty cunt's so soft, and wet, and mine to use, yeah? fucking gonna make me come for you, baby."
and ellie's dizzy, can't hear passed the blood in her ears or the squelching presses of her pussy against yours and the heat is thrumming under her skin, her eyes fluttering before she forces them to look down at you. the twinge of guilt at her possibly neglecting you thwacked by the sheer pleasure on your face, the slurred begging and pleading slipping passed your swollen lips digging into the muscle in her chest as if every word were a venom-tipped thorn finding home in the beating muscle. the sight has her pussy clenching, her warm juices leaking onto your messy bud, her hold on your waist subconsciously letting up as though her body knew the reprieve was the push you needed, a coo to the pitiful way you begin to fuck against her. symphonised whines and murmured odes a sensual musicality of your bodies, metaphysical atoms destined to bond; ellie rolls her hips to drag across your clit just right, "come on, baby, fucking give it to me." and you're exploding, a shriek ripping out of your chest as your body freezes then thrashes in waves.
the leak of juices against ellie makes her pussy flutter, tightly clenching your leg in her hand, branding the skin like it was all she was meant to do, continuing to desperately roll her hips against you as she follows your crest â her chest seizing as her eyes roll back into her head, blinded by the pleasure as her cunt clenches and spasms almost violently, following the rhythm set by her racing heart, a needy low moan passing her lips when she comes down. but god, that fucking ache comes back full force when she sees the fucked out look on your pretty face; lips bee sting swollen, dark eyes lidded, and god, she doesn't mean to she doesn't even think but her hips are starting up again. a low whimper escaping her mouth in sensitivity, eyebrows scrunching when she hears you whine, your pussy trying to tug away from hers and she coos at your gentle sob, "i know, baby, i know just... just let me use you please, too fucking perfect for me" the pleasure aching so fucking good, she's anguished for it. her blunt nails dig into your hip to pull you back against her, her mouth parting on a fucking whine as she uses you, her movements aggressive in their desperation, and fuck she's gonna pass out, fucking against you so hard and deep, but slow, like she wants to fuck her cum into you and make sure it sticks. "god, fuckin', just like that... i'm gonna come again for you, baby, fuck my shit so deep into you, mama, into this stupid little fucking cunt."
and she makes a sight; her head thrown back, lithe, toned body slick with sweat as her muscles tense and tighten with her harsh movement, pretty perky tits bouncing but what really gets you there is the auburn happy trail slinking towards her pretty cunt, the hairs glistening with slick as her abs tighten n shift, and oh my god, you were coming, stars bursting behind your lids as you fall limply against the bedsheets, pretty locs spreading across the pillow like a halo, angelic in the way you absolutely lose yourself on her pussy and that makes ellie spiral. the girl throws her head back when her orgasm sneaks up on her, shocking a needy whimper from her lips that you have never heard, ellie's eyes widening in shock as her hips buck in a way she can't control, fucking against you like she need the friction to breathe â and in a way, she did. "fuckkk, i'm coming, baby, god."
MDNI ⧠. i actually had a scene playing like a whole film in my head about sub!ellie tribbing today, before i even got this in my inbox! but let me try to not lose the thread on this idea and lead it to a wholly irrelevant tangent. i think tribbing with sub!ellie is virtually if not always stirred up by a simple kissâ you straddiling. there's always that small peck you pucker for, then a secondâ one that wets her chapped lips. and a third one, given with a pressure that winds a grunt from her throat. after all those, you tend to heft your face gently from hers, and her face always pacifies your motion for a second. stilling, you take every detail of her in. hah, ellie habits those widened, pleady eyes that practically enchant an unspoken whisper of, 'take care of me', and you necessitate on that look more than she may herself. imparting her a fourth kiss, and a slight hoist of your groin settling atop hers, you buzz these words through her lips, "this what you want?" and devilish be you, to start grinding down. you're both clothed fully, no time was spared to undressâ but the inseam of hers and your jeans subtly scratching denim together felt satisfying enough. besides, its suggestive in nature, and capable of leaving more to be yearned after. a shudder puffs in response, ellie husking her lips over yours as she mutters so timidly, "yâyeah, fâfuckk babe.." and already proved a curdled, vulnerable messâ she fully signs control to you, only quenching the urge to touch you with an infirm grope on your hipbones, thumbs dipping the crevice.
⧠. and gosh, so whiny! normally if she were on top you, the strain on her voice would be tougher, only giving passage to grunts and groans of your name. but now? with her legs splayed like this and taking pressure from your weight? no, not this time. with the added heat spread across, the tough middle of your pants pressing her swollen clit down to a squash and rolling circles on the budâ fuck, she'd be stoic and terribly burnt out to not go, "uhh' fuckk don't fuckin' staâ stop." in a pant or whine. ellie isn't one to withstand the lacing knot in her womb either. that unco tingling and tickiling that reached from the sacral of her spine to the bulge of her clit, so goodâ too good, she cums within a minute. you feel a sudden swelt of heat against her crotch, nearly boilingâ and she doesn't buck, but pushes. in one long push she numbs her pussy mound into you, whines turn sharp and a bit shaky, green of her eyes flickering back and slowly letting her head get eaten up by the pillow underneath, just a moaning mess. and she totes goes, "wait stopâ ffuckk m'cumin, cummingâ stoopp." negating her earlier beg of 'not stopping'. goshh. i love dry humpâtribbing.
(apolgies if this is a bit lazy im like. taking a two day break from writing a fic to still the madness in my mind.)
canât do my coursework, too busy daydreaming about ellie and her strap :/ 18+ below! mdni!
how sheâd make you deepthroat it before she fucks you, grabbing your hair and fucking your face until itâs covered in smeared makeup and tears and spit, and you look so pretty on your knees for her <3
and when you beg ellie to just fuck you already, she examines the strap and just sighs pitifully. âitâs not wet enough yet, baby. this is my biggest strap, you donât want me to break you, do you?â
like the good girl you are, you shake your head and let ellie guide the strap back into your mouth, where you sputter and gag and choke on it until you canât stand how needy you are anymore. you splay out your legs and find ellieâs boot - she hadnât even undressed before sheâd put her harness on. itâs embarrassing and pathetic and desperate, but you grind down against her boot, cunt soaking through your panties.
ellie only notices when you start to moan around the silicone strap, eyes rolling back with pleasure as you roll your hips down to grind against the boot. the laugh she lets out is mocking and self-satisfied.
âdirty girl,â she says, voice thick with lust, âmy pretty slut canât wait, huh? go ahead, angel, get yourself off for me.â
