Summary: When Ellie’s usual filming partner tells her she’s gotten into a relationship, she ends up needing to find a new one, who better than her sweet little roommate? Only problem is, her content is quite…special.
an: I’m keeping this short and sweet bc I’m honestly desperate for this. Anyways, enjoy camgirl!Ellie, hehe. Mwah love you (also HAPPY HALLOWEEN)
Warnings: smut!! MDNI!! 18+, camgirl!Ellie, Ellie and reader are roommates in this one, biker!Ellie bc I felt like it (more of it in future chapters), mentions of strap usage, mentions of the word ‘cock’, ROSE TOY, fingering, dirty talk, praise, mentions of sex work, filming of said intercourse, let me know if I missed anything! (Not proofread)
Ellie groaned softly, her tattooed hand gripping the girls plush hips, her own bottom lip tugged between her teeth as she watched the girls ass bounce with every thrust. The way she whined and moaned as Ellie fucked into her mercilessly, perfectly manicured hands gripping her bedsheets as she tried her best to hang on, babbling incoherent words, ones that Ellie could only make out to be asking her to go faster.
Ellie’s hand came around to the girls ass, giving it a firm squeeze before she spanked her hard, receiving a loud whine from the girl. “You fuckin’ like that…don’t you…such a fucking slut” she groaned out, voice low and sensual, dripping with the sound of want and dominance.
Ellie smirked softly as the girl nodded eagerly, immediately agreeing with Ellie, agreeing with the vile things she said. It was so easy, getting them to say and do exactly what she wanted, especially when she had them like this, desperate to cum.
The sound of her laptop ringing made her smirk, her eyes drifting over to the camera that was pointed towards them. “Bet you all wish that was you, huh? Tell them how good it feels baby…go on” she hummed out, head cocking to the side as she watched the girl moan and whine beneath her.
As soon as she did, multiple dings started coming in through Ellie’s laptop, making her smirk softly. Her eyes never left the girl beneath her, her strap bumping against her clit with every thrust, making her groan loudly, knowing she was just as close as the moaning girl beneath her was.
And soon, they were both a moaning mess. Ellie’s strong hands gripped her hips as she hunched over her back, pressing soft kisses against her sweaty skin, massaging her ass, knowing she must have been sore from all the spanking she’d done.
By the time she straightened out her back to look at the chat, she chuckled softly, pushing her brown fringe from her sweaty face as she slowly pulled out of the girl, causing her to whine.
“I don’t think so…that’s more than enough for the both of us” she rasped out, a soft hiss leaving her lips as she looked down at the strap that was soiled with the girls arousal.
She reached over, only her lips visible to the camera as she let her hand hover over the button that allowed her to stop recording. “Thanks for joining, guys…always appreciate putting on a show for you” she hummed out, flashing her audience a toothy grin. She turned around, looking at the girl that was nearly passed out completely on her bed. She let out a soft chuckle, tugging off the strap that hung on her lower half, tossing it to the side before she crawled over to the girl, both of her arms caging the girl on either side of her body, knuckles pressing into her mattress as she dipped her head down, lips ghosting over her ear.
“You with me, baby? Stream ended already” she hummed out softly to the girl, which earned a soft noise from her in return. Ellie chuckled, giving her ass a gentle spank before she pushed herself off of the bed, a low groan leaving her lips as she stretched out her sore limbs. She watched was the girl on her bed slowly came to, lifting herself up slowly, She smirked to herself, chest always swelling in pride whenever she caught sight of the aftermath of one of her girls, how she’d wrecked them completely.
She was still wearing nothing but her sports bra and a pair of cotton underwear, so she moved to her closet and grabbed a t shirt and sweats, turning to the girl on the bed who was now sitting up with a fucked out expression that Ellie loved so much. She chuckled, taking slow strides towards her. Her strong hand came up to rub her head softly, a soft hum leaving her chest.
“Went too hard on you?” She questioned softly, slightly worried that she’d pushed the girl too far. She felt a sense of relief when she shook her head, a soft yawn leaving her lips which cause Ellie to smile. “Get outta here…I’ll call you an Uber” she promised, to which the girl sleepily nodded and got up from Ellie’s bed, leading Ellie to her bedroom door so that she could leave.
You on the other hand? You were cuddled up on the couch, your favorite blanket wrapped around your body , a twizzler perched between your lips, the bag cuddled into your chest as you stared intently at the glimmering vampire on your tv.
And that was the difference between you and your roommate, because while she was fucking her pretty filming partner into the mattress, making enough from her streams and videos to pay the rent entirely for both of you, you were binging another shitty movie franchise for the thousandth time.
You figured they’d be making their way out of Ellie’s bedroom once you heard the knocking of Ellie’s headboard against the wall stop, and the breathy little whines of her partner, Julia, came to a stop as well. And like clockwork, a very happy looking Julia was coming out of Ellie’s room, Ellie following close behind.
You giggled softly, Julia walking over to the couch and plopping down next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. You cradled her head against you, eyes craning up at Ellie as you gave her a fake disapproving look.
“Jesus, Ellie….the hell did you do to her?” You try sternly, which makes Ellie roll her eyes. Shes leaned up against the wall, arms crossed as she eyes the both of you. “Please…she’s the one that told me I wasn’t going hard enough” she argued. You giggled softly, looking down and giving Julia a gentle nudge.
“You’ll be good to go home, baby? You know you can stay here if you need to” you reassure her. Ellie cuts her off before she can respond, “no she can’t” she quickly interrupts, to which you roll your eyes. Julia giggles lazily, pushing her head off of your shoulder as she hummed softly. “Ellie knows if I stay she won’t be getting any sleep” Julia teased gently, giving Ellie a soft smirk before she got up off the couch, giving a big stretch paired with another yawn before she nodded her head towards the door while looking at Ellie.
“Walk me out?” She hummed softly. Ellie nodded, pushing herself off of her spot against the wall and walking Julia to the door. From your spot on the couch, you can hear soft mumbling between the two, paired with the soft sounds of a kiss before Julia leaves.
To anyone else, the scene would look like a girl sending her girlfriend off after a night of hanging out. A happy couple who were definitely in love with one another. It made it very clear why people loved seeing them together on Ellie’s streams.
They looked so good together.
You tried not to stare, your eyes quickly averting back to the tv, trying to catch up with whatever was happening in the movie you were watching. Ellie made her way over to you, plopping down onto the couch next to you with a loud sigh. Her hand came up to you, tugging the twizzler out of your mouth and promptly putting it in her own, which makes you huff softly.
“Back off. Go find a post sex snack somewhere else” you tease her, yet still grabbing the bag and putting it between the both of you. Ellie chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving the tv. She groaned softly, her hand shoving into the bag and grabbing a handful of red ropes before she nodded her head to the tv.
“How can you watch this shit, man? They don’t even fuck properly” she complained. You hum softly, nodding slowly as if you were processing her words. “I would agree….but does the world really need to see that? Because personally I’m fine without it” you hummed out, giving a proper response as if the conversation really even needed it.
Ellie shrugged, moving down to grab your legs and put them on her lap, her tattooed hand massaging your calves slowly as she continued watching the movie and munching on your candy. “Hm…who knows” she hummed out before you two fell into a comfortable silence, and continued watching the movie.
And that’s how things usually went with you and your roommate. She’d film something, you’d be out in the living room watching a movie, and she’d come out when she was finished and join you. The night never went without cuddling from Ellie’s end, and yours of course. Ellie always ran cold, constantly seeking out your warmth whenever you were close. The night would usually end with one of you falling asleep on the other, and staying there until the wee hours of the morning, that is until you woke up first, tugging Ellie off the couch and sending her to her room, which almost always resulted in her whining for you to come with her.
That’s what life was like with your cam girl roommate.
You let out a soft sigh as you walked into your apartment, a soft frown on your lips as you began tugging away at the layers on your body. It was the one thing you hated about the colder months, having to leave the cozy record store you worked at, out into the cold air, eager to get to your even cozier home.
You looked down at the little entrance rug on your floor, noticing that Ellie’s sneakers were tossed next to them, and her helmet was on the entry table, meaning she was home. It was Friday night, so it meant she’d be filming today.
Or at least, she was supposed to.
If you recalled from the many annoyed little rants from your roommates end, Julia had been flaking on her for the past few weeks. Apparently, it started out with her missing one day of filming, telling Ellie she had something she couldn’t miss. Ellie mentioned she was vague about that ‘something’. Then, she started flaking multiple days in a row, skipping out on the schedule Ellie had organized for the both of them to film together, something they’d agreed on very early on in their friendship.
That was three weeks ago.
It was getting to the point where you couldn’t really remember the last time you’d send Julia, and to be quite honest, you missed her. Sure, she was the girl your roommate fucked regularly, but it was a job, at least that’s how Ellie put it, and you truthfully saw Julia as a friend, always wishing she’d stick around after she and Ellie were done to hang out. Ellie weirdly never allowed that to happen though. You never questioned it.
The lack of banging and moaning was a clear indication that Julia’s three week streak had turned into four, and you most likely wouldn’t be seeing her tonight.
Regardless, you knew Ellie was home, but you opted to leave her alone until she made her way to you. It was frustrating for her, and you could sympathize with that, of course.
After you walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered and in your favorite pjs (the ones you always saved for the weekends, Friday nights to be exact), you moved to the fridge in your little kitchen. You grabbed a random can of alcohol, needing to blow off a bit of steam before also grabbing a bag of chips, tucking it between your arm and moving to the living room.
And now, for the weekend festivities to commence.
Ellie most likely heard all of the shuffling that came with you getting home, because as soon as you’ve settled onto the couch, your favorite blanket draped over your bare legs, she’s emerging from her bedroom.
You can tell she’s annoyed, because there’s a faint frown on her lips, and her eyebrows are slightly furrowed. You decide not to say anything, since you know it’ll most likely receive nothing but a short hum from her end.
It’s sort of like the night is in reverse, because she’s plopping down next to you, grabbing your snacks, shoving her hand into the bag quietly as she waits for you to put something on, but there’s no Julia, only a frustrated Ellie sitting next to you.
You eye her for a moment before you begin flipping through the various movies on your screen. “Julia cancelled again, hm?” You question softly, yet you know the answer to that question already.
Ellie scoffs softly. “Yep…and you’ll never guess why” she mumbles out, words hanging in the air as you continue scrolling through, waiting for the big reveal.
“She’s got a fucking girlfriend now” she groans out.
You weren’t entirely sure what the reason behind Julia’s disappearance was going to be. You’d thought about it a bit, muling over the mystery and trying to figure out why she’d suddenly dropped the gig out of nowhere. You thought it might’ve been schedule conflicts, or maybe she’d gotten a new job, or maybe she just wasn’t for the work anymore, which was entirely understandable.
But a girlfriend? That was not on your list at all.
Your eyes went a bit wide for a moment before they flickered towards Ellie, watching as she let out a soft huff before shoving a handful of Cheetos into her mouth.
What would you even say? Comfort her? Say nothing? It was quite the unique situation. It wasn’t as if Julia and Ellie were dating, they were…coworkers, partners that worked on something together because they had good chemistry and it was good money. They were barely even friends, so how on earth were you supposed to comfort your annoyed friend with such a strange situation?
Your lack of a response leaves a wider gap for Ellie to continue speaking, so she does.
“And it’s not even about it the fuckin content anymore, you know? I can do solo, that’s fine….she just didn’t even have the decency to tell me that’s annoying” she complained, to which you nodded slowly as you gave her your full attention.
She lets out a long sigh before her words fell into a mumble. “I’m fuckin….im pent up, man….fucking yourself only gets you so far” she admitted, making you freeze for a moment.
Because sure, you and Ellie had been living together for a while now, there really weren’t any boundaries you hadn’t crossed. You were very familiar with Ellie’s side job, and you were fully supportive of that. You knew that it was beneficial to her in more ways than money, and of course it was! Sex was healthy. You knew that after a week filled with the chaos of the world and her main 9 to 5, she needed to blow off some steam from time to time, which is where her second job came in handy.
But fuck…hearing her talk that way flipped you upside down for a moment.
You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words for your friend before you gave her a gentle nod. “I know what you mean…is there anyone else you can call? At least just for a quick round” you tried, knowing Ellie definitely had no problems with finding a pretty girl to consume her time if needed.
She merely sighed, nose scrunching a bit at your suggestion before she shook her head. “One night stands freak me out…” she explained, a soft puff of air blowing past her lips as she slumped further into the couch, staring up at the ceiling as her dark hoodie engulfed her body, swallowing her up.
You two sat there in silence, a soft pout on your lips as you racked your brain for another solution. You felt bad, because while you usually took from your own personal experiences to help your friends out when they were in a pinch, you just couldn’t remember the last time you were in a situation even close to Ellie’s.
And it’s like she’s reading your mind, because suddenly she speaks up again.
“Why don’t you film with me tonight?” She blurts out, clearly not giving her words any second thought before they were passing through her lips.
You can’t control the laugh that escapes your lips, quickly snatching your chips from Ellie’s lap as you continue scrolling through the movies on the tv, not even giving Ellie’s words a second thought. “That’s cute. What about that girl you went on a date with? Jasmine? Man you really have a thing with the letter J, huh” you teased, grabbing your blanket and tugging it further over your body once you settled on a movie.
Ellie groaned softly, grabbing the remote control and turning off the tv entirely as she sat forward a bit, body facing yours as she tried getting your attention.
“I’m serious. Who better than you? We know each other, you aren’t busy tonight, not to mention you’re hot as fuck.” She breathed out shamelessly
You try to ignore the way your chest burns at her words, warmth radiating all throughout your body. Of course you thought the same of Ellie, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t gawk at your roommate from time to time, but that’s the thing, she was your roommate. You never truly let your mind wander there, knowing that what you and Ellie had, wasn’t that.
You figured that if you don’t say anything, she’ll just drop it.
She doesn’t.
She groans softly, tugging your blanket off of your body, which earns a wide eyed look from you and a soft gasp, appalled that Ellie would ever interrupt your post work cozy time, even if she was basically asking to fuck you in front of thousands of people….digitally.
Once you’re looking at her, you can see just how serious she is. Her green eyes are wide and almost excited looking, pink bottom lip tugged between her perfect teeth, eyeing you closely, eager for your response. You can tell she wasn’t even nervous if she’d crossed any boundaries, she just wanted to see if her genius idea was as smart as she thought it was.
You let out a soft whine, throwing your head bag into the couch as if to break her intense gaze. “Come on Ellie, seriously? We both know I’m not what your audience wants to see….they want a Julia! You can’t just go from her to me and expect the same response” you explain, hating that you even had to explain this to Ellie.
Ellie looks like a kicked puppy when she registers her words, genuine shock on her face for a moment before she’s immediately arguing with you. “Are you fucking kidding me? Have you seen yourself?? How could anyone not want to see you absolutely wrecked on camera? Jesus, I’d pay big money for that shit” she huffed out, clearly angry with the way you were speaking about yourself.
You have the urge to argue against her again, complain that she’s only saying that stuff to you because she’s your friend and she knows it’ll get what she wants, which you know is a lie. Ellie could have anyone to be her filming partner, and you knew that. There was no reason at all for her to lie.
Before you can though, she’s grabbing your wrists and tugging you up so that you’re sitting up and facing her. Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips for a moment before she sighs softly.
“I’m not gonna force you into anything…if you want me to stop, I’ll drop it and we can never talk about this again…” she assures you, those big green eyes filled with the truth before she continued speaking again.
“But I’m just asking…as a friend…we can try filming a video, and if you don’t like it, I’ll scrap it completely and look for someone else” she explained, words slow as she wanted you to hear everything, hear all of it and truly understand how honest she was being.
“I wouldn’t suggest it if I knew it wouldn’t work” she hummed out again, and her soft words finally make you move your gaze from the floor to her eyes, it makes your breath hitch for a moment because Jesus, why does your roommate have to be so goddamn intense?
You think about it for a moment, weighing out all the pros and the cons, trying to truly contemplate what could actually go wrong if you did agree to do it. Ellie was fully anonymous online, as much as she could be, and you knew she’d protect you entirely as well.
Plus…you always sort of wanted to know what it’d be like to experience what one of Ellie’s girls experienced behind her bedroom door.
You inhaled deeply, knowing that there was a huge chance that everything could change once you did this, yet something in you told you that it’d all be alright regardless.
You gave her a slow nod before cracking a half smile. “You better make this worth my while, Williams” you teased, which makes her chuckle softly, a teasing smirk playing on her lips as she nodded slowly.
“You’ve seen the aftermath of my work, you won’t be disappointed, baby”
You don’t usually go to Ellie’s bedroom.
Mainly because it’s where she films, and not that anything is wrong with that, you’d just hate to overstep. If you two ever wanted to hang out somewhere other than the living room, your room was the place to go.
Sitting on Ellie’s bed, you realize how professional about this she really is. Her bedroom is dimly lit, already setting the mood for you both. Her bed is made, her laptop is open, and she’s setting up her camera on her tripod next to you, angling it so that it’s a bit more to the side instead of aimed directly in front of you.
Once she’s finished, she nods to herself, happy with the placement. She leaves for a moment, making you frown in confusion, but she returns with a few bottles of water, setting them on her desk before she turns towards you, her hands clasped together as she tried to think of anything else the two of you might have needed.
The image of you quietly sitting on her bed catches her attention, and she quickly turns the camera away from you, moving to sit next to you. “Don’t worry..it isn’t on yet” she promises you, a soft smile on her lips. She can see the way you’re quietly taking it all in, understanding fully.
“It’s always scary doing it for the first time” she reassured you, to which to rolled your eyes, giving her a playful nudge. “Please, you’re acting like you’re taking my virginity” you teased her. Your words make her chuckle softly, a sense of relief washing over her when she sees how normal this is, how you two haven’t changed yet despite the circumstances.
She eyes you for a moment, a bit of silence washing over you before she rests a gentle hand on your thigh. “Remember…we can stop at any time” she promises, giving you a slow nod. You eye her, feeling your heart swell for a moment before you nod as well, giving her a soft smile. “I trust you, Ellie” you hum softly.
Ellie gives you a smile in return before she sighs softly, eyes scanning over your face for a moment before they settle on your lips. She tugs her own between her teeth before she looks up at you hesitantly. “Gonna…warm you up a bit before we start, okay?” She explained gently, to which you give her a soft nod, eyes never leaving her green ones.
You’ve always thought about what it would feel like to kiss Ellie.
It wasn’t a lingering thought. It came from time to time, whenever you got too drunk, or you were in that delicious state between sleep and wake and didn’t have much control over where your thoughts drifted off too, you’d think about your roommate, and how soft her lips looked. You’d think about how good she probably made all those girls feel while they were filming.
But everything that you might have imagined in that past couldn’t come close to this.
She tastes of what you can only describe to be, Ellie. Her tongue is soft and warm, and so fucking wet. She explores your mouth slowly, mouth moving against yours in a way that clearly indicates how fucking good of a kisser she is. Your mind is already fuzzy, and you’re embarrassed by the fact that she’s barely kissed you and you can already feel your arousal pooling in your panties.
Ellie groans into your mouth, one of her hands coming down to give your waist a squeeze before she pushes you back a bit to lay on her bed. You gasp softly when you feel her knee push between your legs, slowly moving against your core. She takes the opportunity to push her tongue further into your mouth, dominating the kiss as her large hands roam your body, feeling and squeezing, caressing you in a way you can’t remember the last time was done.
It’s a simple make out session, but you feel like you’ll lose your mind if you don’t have her soon. Her toned thighs are moving against the thin fabric of your pajama shorts, her soft lips working against yours, deepening the kiss with each passing moment. It went from soft, to needy so quickly, it made your head spin.
You aren’t sure how long she had you there, her thigh grinding into your core, hands massaging your hips, her mouth swallowing all of the needy whines and huffs you gave her. Your hands were in her hair, tugging and keeping her close, it mad her smirk against your lips. Soon, you’re whining even more because she’s breaking the kiss and staring down at you. She’s trying to catch her breath just like you are, your own chest rising and falling a bit quickly, glossy eyes staring up at her with need.
God, Ellie loves that fucking look.
“Wanna keep going?” She asks, and you haven’t been so sure of anything in your entire life. You give her an eager nod, to which she chuckles softly, leaning down and pressing another soft kiss to your lips before she pushes herself off of your body, and goes over to set up the camera.
You blink a few times, almost taken back by everything that was happening. You sit up on the bed, watching as Ellie concentrates on setting up the camera. Its like she could do anything right now, and you’ll be on her knees.
Because why the fuck does she look so hot turning on a camera.
You chalk it up to just being so horny you feel like you’ll pass out.
Ellie nods to herself before she looks over at you, nodding her head towards where she’s standing. “Come stand over here with me” she directs you, and you’re obediently walking over to stand next to Ellie, eyes looking down at the screen on the expensive camera.
You can see where it’s pointed at towards the bed, standing a little ways from the foot of the bed, giving it a much more authentic look than if it were to be aimed right at you and Ellie. You feel a gentle hand on your hip, and Ellie brings your hand up to a little button on the edge of the camera, her lips dipping down to rest against your ear.
“I’m gonna go sit down, and when you’re ready, I need you to press this button…alright baby?” She hums softly against you, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.
You can’t even speak, giving the girl a gentle nod, to which she chuckles softly before she pats your waist gently. “Good girl…” she mumbles against you before she leaves your side.
On the other side of the camera, you watch as Ellie goes to sit on the bed, tugging her hoodie off to leave her only in her t shirt and sweats. Her legs are spread. You watch as she reaches next to her bed, digging around in her bedside table before she pulls out a small little black bag. She rests either one of her arms on her thighs, looking at you and giving you a silent nod.
You give her one back before you press the button on the camera. You hear a soft beep come from it, and from Ellie’s side, there’s a little red light, showing her that the camera was recording.
On the little screen on the camera, you can see that Ellie has angled it so that it just cuts off her face, only a sliver of her chin and lips visible, along with the rest of her body, ensuring that no one will see her face or yours while you both do this.
She gives you a small smile before she pats her lap softly. “C’mere baby…don’t be shy” she hummed out, voice low and dripping with so much lust, it made you squeeze your thighs together.
You gave her a soft nod before you slowly made your way over to her, standing between her spread legs and resting both of your hands around her, toying with the hair at the nape of her neck softly.
Ellie stared up at you, her own pupils blown out as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hands slide up from your hips, slowly creeping up your shirt. It makes you shudder softly, a quiet whine leaving your lips as you practically begged for her to touch you more. This makes her chuckle softly.
“Needy already? I’ve barely even touched you…” she teases you gentle, which causes you to pout. She hums, slowly pushing your shirt up a bit before she tugs your pajama shorts down your body. Once they’re off, she moves onto slowly pushing your shirt up your body, kissing your exposed skin once it’s there for her, before she tosses it somewhere else in her room.
And suddenly, you’re almost completely naked in front of her.
It makes you frown softly, feeling so bare in front of her. Your arms quickly move up to your chest, covering yourself from. She quickly gives your hips a gentle squeeze, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your cleavage.
“Hey…don’t hide from me baby…it’s all right” she reassures you. You can tell it’s Ellie, and not some act she was putting on for the camera.
It was a silent gesture that you could trust her.
You let out a soft sigh of relief before you drop your hands, allowing them to take place back on Ellie’s shoulders. She lets out a hiss when you do, because she can finally get a good look at you this way.
“Fuck me…such a pretty fuckin girl…” she groans softly to herself, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up. She quickly leans in, attaching her lips to one of your nipples and giving it a gentle suck, which earns a soft moan from your end.
Her mouth feels almost as good as it felt when she was kissing you, so warm, her tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple before letting it go with a pop and moving over to the other, giving it the same amount of attention.
Her green eyes are on yours the entire time as she suckles your nipples, your head spinning as you watch her below you worshiping both soft mounds. You’re sure you can die like this, with Ellie’s mouth littering your entire body with kisses, her tongue swirling around various parts of you, making your knees wobble beneath you.
She groans softly, letting your nipple go from her mouth before she gives your waist a gentle squeeze.
“Wanna play with you a little bit, pretty girl….will you let me?” She asks genuinely, the girl still trying to make sure you’re okay with all of this, and that you’ll let her make you feel good.
You nod eagerly, because it’s come to a shock to you that you haven’t started begging yet.
“Do whatever you want to me…” you mumble softly, almost in a daze as you stare down at the girl, your own pupils blown out with lust, lips already forming a needy little pout. It makes Ellie chuckle, and she nods before she gently turns you around, and puts you to sit between her legs on the bed.
The image of her thighs spread outside of yours makes you squeeze your legs together. She hums softly once she notices, her strong hands gripping your hips softly before she slowly begins tugging your panties off. She pulls you back a bit into her chest, forcing you to lift your hips gently before she’s tugging your panties off completely and tossing them to the side.
“Let’s take a look then, hm?” She hums out softly against your ears before she pulls your thighs apart.
She groans softly, because while her head is resting on your shoulder, looking down at the mess between her legs, you’re so wet you can audibly hear your sopping wet lips part when your legs are spread. It makes you whine, and you try to close your legs out of habit, but Ellie is quickly pushing them even further apart.
“Fuck…don’t hide this from me, baby…..need to take care of you…” she groans against your ear, her lips ghosting against your skin, warm breath wafting onto your face as one of her hands slowly creeps down between your legs.
When she’s there, she uses her fingers to spread your lips apart, giving the camera a good view at your glossy pussy, the dim lighting of her bedroom making it even more apparent. She hisses softly to herself as her fingers go to your swollen clit, slowly rubbing small circles into the little bundle of nerves.
This alone has you wiggling in her grasp, your hands gripping her thighs as she slowly works on your needy pussy. She chuckles softly, pressing a soft kiss against your neck as she brings her other hand to your boob, massaging the skin before pinching your nipple.
“I’m barely doing anything yet, sweetheart…gotta contain yourself” she sighs against your skin before she presses another kiss to your cheek. “M’just warming you up…” she mumbles softly before her hand leaves your sopping cunt, which earns a needy whine from you.
It makes her chuckle, and she reaches beside you to grab the little black bag that she had gotten out before filming. “You’ll like this much more than just my fingers, princess…” she promises, her lips pressing soft kisses to your neck and cheek. Your eyes are trained intently on the bag, eager to see what it is she’ll take out. When she finally does, you feel like you’ll scream.
It’s the fucking rose toy.
You’d been meaning to buy one yourself, going on and on to Ellie about how everyone had been raving about it on the Internet, but it had been sold out virtually everywhere and you just couldn’t seem to get your hands on one.
But as usual, Ellie always had tricks up her sleeve.
You’re so glad the camera doesn’t catch your face, because your eyes are so wide, you probably look like a Halloween mask. Ellie chuckles softly as she feels you stiffen in her lap, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Wanted to try this one for a while, didn’t you baby?” She hums against you, and it makes you moan softly before giving her a nod, squeezing your legs together.
Because since when the hell has Ellie paid that much attention to you?
You try to make a mental note to bring it up later, but you aren’t sure how well your memory will stand right now.
Ellie hums softly as she presses one of the buttons on it, holding it down until the light on the bottom begins to blink, meaning it’s on. She then goes onto pressing the button below it, letting it go onto the lowest setting. The buzzing alone makes you whine, eager to have the toy used on you. Ellie smirks softly, bringing the toy down to your nipple, letting it suck on you gently.
You let your head fall back on Ellie’s shoulder, back arching, pushing your boob further into the toy. You almost feel angry that you haven’t bought the toy sooner, because god, it’s the closest fucking thing to Ellie’s mouth, and it makes you moan like an animal in heat underneath her.
Ellie’s eyes never left yours, watching your every move. She loved how responsive you were, how everything she did earned little whines and huffs from your end. It makes her buck her hips up into your back, needy for her own bit of friction against her aching cunt.
“That’s it, baby….such a good girl…” she praises you, making you moan softly.
She slowly moves the toy from either one of your nipples, watching as you wiggle beneath her. This goes on for a a bit, before she begins moving the toy down between your legs.
She hums, craning her neck down a bit to get a better view of your sopping cunt. She uses one hand to spread your lips, your puffy clit almost screaming for the toy, before she sets the mouth of the toy on it, letting it suck on your clit.
It’s truly like nothing you’ve ever felt, the suction is so strong, and it makes you grip Ellie’s thigh harder, your back arching, ass pushing against her core, making her moan softly into your ear.
Ellie groans, removing the toy for a moment to give you a break before she puts it back on, teasing you even further. She hums softly before her other hand comes down, pushing two fingers into your needy, wet little hole, which makes her groan.
“So fucking tight…we’re gonna have to do some practice for my cock, aren’t we baby…” she moaned softly in your ear, which makes you nod eagerly.
And you can’t really take it anymore, because her fingers feel so good fucking in and out of you, and the toy is sucking on your clit perfectly, so you turn your head a bit and catch Ellie’s lips in a needy kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, eager to feel the warm, wet muscle again, like you had earlier.
This catches Ellie a bit off guard, however she immediately welcomes the kiss eagerly. It prompts her to finger fuck you faster, your body arching into her touch, into the toy. Her tongue was lapping at your mouth, the lewd noises from your cunt and from the kiss making it sound sinful in Ellie’s bedroom.
Your hand went up to the nape of her neck, tugging at her hair, keeping her close as you felt your orgasm growing closer and closer with each passing second.
You break the kiss for only a moment, head looking down to catch a glimpse of Ellie’s skilled fingers working on your poor little pussy.
“I’m….m’so close….f-fuuuuuck…” you moan out loudly as your head falls back against Ellie’s shoulders. She gives you a reassuring nod, turning up the intensity of the toy another notch as her fingers sped up, the girl just as eager as you for your orgasm.
“Come on baby…let go for me….such a good fucking girl for me…that’s it” she praised, her own hips rocking into your ass from behind as the rhythm of her fingers sped up.
And you wanted to hold on longer, let this last just a bit more so you didn’t have to let go of this pleasure so soon, but you just can’t. Because soon, your back is arching so painfully, and the orgasm feels so good it almost hurts, your eyesight nearly going white as it washes over you like electricity, a loud moan leaving your lips as you grip Ellie’s thigh so tightly, it’ll leave bruises.
Ellie moans with you, immediately turning off the toy and tossing it to the side once she feels your pussy flutter around her fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm without it being too much.
“Good girl…that’s my good girl…fuck…there we go” she groans softly, holding your body close to hers as she litters your throat and cheek with kisses, before her hand comes up, grabs your jaw and angles your face up to catch your lips in a deep, needy kiss, which you can only moan into and let her control completely.
After that, you aren’t really sure what happened. There’s spotty memories of Ellie slowly resting your spent body in her bed, getting up and turning off the camera, and then coming back to cuddle in bed with you.
But what you are sure of, is that you’re definitely doing this again with her.
-she’s always hanging out with your brother and sometimes ask him if you’re going
-when she’s sleeping over (which is like all the time) around 1am she’ll be in the kitchen because she knows around that time you always go down to the kitchen to get cereal or a bottle of water
-she always catches glances at you because she thinks you won’t notice, but you always do
-she always compliments you on your outfits
-she gives you the cutest little nicknames ever
-you guys have such a sweet friendship and it makes your brother suspicious
-if your brother isn’t home and she is, she’ll play guitar for you. and the songs that she plays for you are songs that she wrote about you
-she’s able to tell when you’re sad, and if you refuse to tell her, she’ll be like “c’mon, talk to me” with a comforting and welcoming voice
-she cares about you the most, everyday she’ll ask you questions like “what’d you have for lunch?” ,,how’d you sleep?” and “how was your day?”
-everytime you hug her you can literally feel how hard her heart is beating
synopsis: dina as a gf whose literally infatuated with you.
cn: pretty suggestive, but mostly just fluff!
an: was so excited to finally write smth for my bby dina I love her sm!!!
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who loves physical touch and quality time. she loves just laying next to you and admiring all of the features on your face while caressing your face with a big smile on hers.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who helps you get ready when you guys are going out anywhere, like on a date.
“baby can you help me please?” you ask her while struggling to put on your earrings because you two were kinda late. “was waiting for you to ask me.” she giggles and quickly helps you put your earrings on. “you look beautiful..” she says as she stares at you through the vanity mirror, she adores her gf so much.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who lovessssss kissing you to wake you up, kissing you before bed, and kissing you even when you’re wide awake and focused on something.
“are you done yettttt?..” she whines, she’s been trying to get your attention for awhile but you were too busy doing whatever you were doing. “almost done baby..just give me like five more minutes.” you say to her but she no longer wanted to wait and just started kissing all over your face which made you two erupt into laughter. “hey stop! that tickles! diiii get off of meeee!!!” “try to stop me then!”
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who loves playing with your hair. she loves playing with your braids, your twists, locs, etc. she oils your scalp for you and even learned how to do cornrows for you anytime you felt like wearing a wig. she’s always ready and willing to do something for her girl.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who rewatches your story every single time you post yourself. she just be cheesin at her damn phone, watchin her gf look good. ( she don’t even care abt the music startin over, it doesn’t even bother her. all she cares about is her beautiful gf on the screen. )
“dina it’s been ten minutes take ts off now.” “ok fine one more time…OUUUUU look at my baby! I gotta watch it again just hold on.” “DINAAAAAA!!”
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who sets you as her lock and home screen wallpaper so EVERYBODY and I mean EVERYBODYYYYY knows that you’re her girl and if they don’t get it by then, then they’ll be sure to know by the way she CONSTANTLY brings you up in every single conversation she has with anybody even if it has nothing to do with what they’re talking about.
“so I’ve been deciding on whether I should surprise my-” “omg my girlfriend loves surprises!” “???..what?..”
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who loves baking and cooking with you. you guys made cinnamon rolls one time and all you two cared about was just the smell of cinnamon and love in the air. the faint noise of summer walker playing in the back from the tv and you two laughing.
“yk what this icing reminds me of baby?” “dina you are absolutely insane…” “OH COME ON!” “YOU ARE A NASTY NASTYYYY WOMAN DINA.” “you love me though.” “shut up.”
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who gets jealous when she feels as if someone is gettin a little bit too friendly with you…if they compliment you on your hair in a way she thinks was flirting, she’ll take matters into her own hands and start mean muggin them, palming your ass, grabbin your waist..she would do anything to make it known that you were hers.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who I personally believe is a switch, she loves taking control most of the time but when you’re in control? GODDDDDD THAT WOMAN TURNS FERAL. she turns into putty in your hands, like she’s literally in love with you. you can just touch her in the slightest and she’ll already have goosebumps trailing up her skin.
☆ﾟ— gf!dina who has you as her gorgeous passenger princess. she keeps her hand rested on your thigh or when at a red light, takes it as a chance to just admire you and take in your beautiful features once again. ( sometimes she doesn’t even realize the light is green and snaps out of it once she hears the loud honk of another driver behind you two. 😭😭 )
tags/warnings: cursing, sexual content, jealousy/possessiveness, choking/breathplay, edging, begging (mdni, 18+)
a/n: as a horror fanatic, i am doing my civic duty and participating for one (1) day in the haunted hoedown. i randomized the prompts and received the following combination:
au: vampire/supernatural
dialogue: “tell me what you want me to do and i’ll do it, no matter the cost.”
trope: cursed/fuck or die
kink: jealousy/sharing/possessive
prompt: i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it’s definitely just wild dreams, right?
let's see how ridiculous this gets :)
It started about a week ago.
Every night you would go to bed and have the same dream. You were standing in nothingness; a complete void of darkness swallowed you. There was no sound, scent, or feeling you could latch onto to ground yourself in reality. You were alone in a perpetual state of limbo.
Until you weren't.
Like clockwork, a pair of brilliant, emerald eyes cut through the haze like a blade. They move slowly, gleaming as they float towards you. At first, they terrified you. The otherwordly vibe they possessed used to have you backing deeper into empty space. But now? You swarm to them, as they've become your only comfort in this godforsaken place.
"Welcome back, [Y/N]." the familiar, sultry rasp is deafening in the silence.
"Hi." It comes out as a pitiful whisper as finally, the irresistible owner of those eyes emerges from the darkness.
"Hi yourself," she purrs, a smirk stretching across her sharp features. Her teeth are on display. They're jagged, like a shark's.
You want her to devour you.
She always acts first. Her hands are on you, slotted on your hips as she buries your body into hers. Hot, wet lips are dragged down your neck as her teeth mark the base of your throat. You forget how to breathe and instead, hug your arms over her shoulders. A hand snakes into her hair, your firm grip keeping her stationary.
Her chuckle makes your clit throb.
She must know that too because one of her hands withdraws from your hip, only to slip underneath the front of your pants. Her finger pads brush against your clothed cunt and you keen. You're rutting against her hand, stealing as much friction as you can get away with.
Thankfully, she lets you do what you please. In fact, she is all too happy to slide underneath your underwear and plunge two fingers into your weeping pussy. You stumble forward from the sudden intrusion, allowing her to support your body weight as her fingers piston in and out. You feel the heel of her hand grazing your clit and your head jerks back, breath sputtering. You're close.
She drags the flat of her tongue up the column of your neck before nipping at your earlobe. Her lips part and her breath fans against your cheek. Her tongue darts around the shell of your ear; you wish it was on your cunt instead.
"You'll get that tomorrow, honey."
And that's exactly when you wake up: painfully edged, completely horny, and with the sinking feeling of someone sitting on your chest. Every morning presents new bruises and marks for you to find on your body. It's getting harder to cover them up. This isn't normal.
None of this is normal.
But the mystery woman haunting your dreams—she said her name was Shane at some point—was too alluring to ignore. You didn't understand where the amalgamation of her came from; there was no one you knew or knew of that resembled her. Was she some random figment of your subconscious?
No, she felt too real for that.
Maybe you just needed to get laid. In the real world.
And that is exactly what you decide to do tonight. Dressed up in your best outfit and with your friends on speed dial, you go out clubbing. Dancing, drinking, and debauchery ensue, and in the early morning hours, you're saying your goodbyes and bringing a girl back home with you. You don't remember anything about her, but hopefully, she'll help you forget.
You like how she eats pussy. It's slow, deliberate, and patient. Writhing in bed, your thighs clench around the stranger's head as she kitten licks from your slit to your clit. Her hands knead your breasts and a moan bubbles from your throat.
"Sha—" You catch yourself. "Shit."
"This okay?" the girl garbles and you pull your knees in, pushing her face deeper into your pussy. She gets the hint and picks up the pace, twisting your nipples so that you arch off the bed. An electric current ripples through you as you cum in her mouth, panting heavily. It was good, but the rogue thought of Shane doing better runs rampant in your mind.
The girl doesn't stay the night; it's almost as if she knows her role in your fucked up experiment. Once she finally cums, the both of you dress and you walk her out. You close and lock the front door before exhaling a long, heavy sigh. The sex was good, but she wasn't Shane. You were nauseated with yourself, desperately trying to think about anything else but her as you shower. This was sick. Real or not, Shane had you in a chokehold.
You needed sleep—real sleep.
You step out of the shower, dry yourself off, and wrap the towel around yourself. Turning off the lights, you exit the bathroom before stepping into your bedroom.
"Who the fuck was that [Y/N]?"
You knew that voice.
Seated at the foot of your bed was the woman you'd seen in your dreams for the past week. Shane. Except, she didn't look like she usually did.
Far from it.
Ram horns protruded from her head and curled around her pointed ears. Fleshy, batlike wings were tucked into her back, and—what the fuck—was that... a tail swishing behind her? None of these features were visible in your dreams... besides those teeth. You must have been too busy fucking yourself on her fingers to notice.
You open and close your mouth, gaping like a fish as you try to form something coherent.
The chance to is lost. Shoving you into the wall, Shane's fingers are squeezing your throat, and her other hand pins your wrists up. Your towel drops and her tail slips around you, gathering your wrists together to free up her other hand. You don't know if the wetness between your thighs is from your shower or arousal.
"Who is she?" she seethes and you are so overstimulated that you can't even comprehend the question being asked. All you can manage is:
"You're real?"
Wrong answer. Her grip tightens and you choke. The corners of your vision begin to darken. Shane bares her teeth in a grimace and the fact that her fangs are a comfort to you is appalling. You clench your thighs together.
"Of course I'm real," she hisses. Her intense gaze drops from your face to your groin, watching your thighs shuffle. Suddenly, her chokehold loosens and you greedily suck in a much-needed breath. It soon turns into a strangled moan as her free hand shoves at your thighs and cups your cunt. Two fingers slide easily through your velvety folds before she looks back up at you.
"You didn't answer my question."
Shane uses her knuckles to pinch your clit and your hips cant forward. This was real; she was real.
"I don't remember her name," you stammer, writhing against the wall as she stares at you. At this point, you don't even remember what she looked like. Shane pauses for a moment as if she's deliberating with herself. She then nods her head, releasing the oversensitive nub before wiping your slick against your thigh. Something possesses you to speak again.
"Shane, are you jealous?" There's a smile in your voice, even when you're the one pinned between her and the wall. Her gaze snaps back up at you and she scowls. Your eyes are gleaming with the realization and you can't stop your dopey grin.
"You are so jealous."
"And you like being manhandled," she quips, causing you to clam up and flush. The pressure on your neck returns and you wheeze, shuddering against the wall. Shane watches you intently, a permanent smirk growing across her face.
"Sue me," you rasp, eliciting a genuine laugh from Shane.
Suddenly, her hand releases your throat. As you cough, you feel both of her hands now on the backs of your thighs, pushing you farther up the wall. Your pussy is at Shane's eye level and she examines your swollen lips intently.
"No human has satisfied me like you have."
You observe her as she dissociates into your cunt, noting the way her fingers bury into the corners of your inner thighs. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, slipping through the top row of her spiky teeth. Shane knows you're watching her and her green gaze flickers back to your face. Her tail slithers up your back.
"But," you begin, furrowing your brows. "You've never let me—"
"I feed off your sexual energy," she states mundanely, as if the two of you were discussing the weather. The tip of her tail slides over your shoulder and begins to wrap itself around your neck. Shane's legs shift and the tail squeezes gently around your throat. You twitch, swallowing a moan. She turns back to watch your pussy as it involuntarily contracts.
"Your pleasure is my sustenance." Shane's face sinks further between your legs as her tail is taut around your neck. "Even if I don't make you cum."
The thought of this encounter playing exactly as your dreams do elicits a frustrated but garbled growl from your lips. Your fingers are threaded in the brunette's hair, death grip tight. It served as a warning with the limited power you had in this situation; Shane was going to finish what she started.
"I like edging you, [Y/N]," she whispers, her teeth gliding across the soft skin of your thigh. "It reminds you how much you still need me."
She snickers at your impatience.
Just like now, the sentence dies on her tongue and reverberates throughout your head. Her mouth envelops your cunt and you gasp, arching into the wall. Shane is everywhere all at once. Her tongue slips through your folds, flicks your clit, and burrows itself inside of you. Her thumbs pull back your labia for better access and you buck your hips as far forward as you can. You yank Shane's head forward and her tail squeezes your neck. Your exhale comes out as a croak and you blink back tears.
"Shane," you warn hoarsely, canting forward desperately. You weren't going to last much longer at this rate.
So she completely recedes. Her lips pull away, but you can feel her breath dissipate on your pussy. The grip on your neck completely loosens; her tail is now draped across your shoulders. Gulping in a ragged breath, you groan.
"Shane!"
She doesn't react.
"Shane, please." You can't believe yourself. You were going to beg a literal demon to make you cum. If you weren't so hyperfocused on your own pleasure, you would have cackled at the absurdity.
But the begging does something to Shane. Her ears twitch and she perks up, staring at you through her lashes.
"Please what?" she simpers, watching you squirm. She bites the flesh of your pubic bone and you yelp. "Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, no matter the cost."
Your mouth goes dry.
"Please," you begin again, chest heaving. "Please don't stop; Shane, I'm so close."
"Yeah? You want to cum for me?" You nod frantically, shifting your legs as her tongue drags across the bruise already forming.
"Yes, for you." A primal switch flips inside Shane and she halts entirely. Her fingers grope your thighs and she allows you to vice her head back between them.
Only for you.
It's exactly what Shane needs to hear before devouring you entirely.
based on this request! [18+] MDNI as usual. ellie is in love with reader but this is pretty much just smut Lol<3 reader is ‘innocent’ but there’s no mention of past experience or lack of so it’s up for interpretation, one reference of readers hair going past her neck, strap referred to as ellie’s cock/dick, praise, some dacryphilia, edging, some degradation. (lmk if i missed anything!)
ellie had mixed feelings about being your best friend.
on one hand, it was the easiest thing in the world. you were thoughtful, kind, sweet, you always made the effort, always knew how to cheer her up, you would even do cute things like bake little cookies and leave them in her dorm every week. she was lucky to have you and she knew it.
but on the other hand, it was fucking torture. not because of how you were as a friend, of course not. more because of how pathetically hard ellie was pining over you. and the worst part was that you had no fucking clue. no clue how she felt. no clue that every time you would innocently rest your head against hers and cuddle up to her while you watched a movie her heart would beat a million beats per minute. no clue that she often spent more time watching you than the movie. no clue that every time you wore one of your pretty little skirts that barely cover your thighs she lost her fucking mind. no clue that after every single hookup, no matter the girl or how hot or interesting she was, after the deed was done ellie swiftly left their dorms to go and spend time with you (and didn’t stop thinking about you during, either). no clue that she only started dating cat to try and prove to herself that maybe she was just lonely and craved a relationship, that it wasn’t you specially that she wanted. and no clue about the real reason they broke up.
“that’s the second fucking time this has happened, ellie! doing it once is one thing but twice? we’re fucking done.” cat screamed from across her dorm. “it was an accident i just- she was on my mind because i’m seeing her later.” ellie spoke back, voice calmer than cat’s. “that’s the fucking problem isn’t it! you’re seeing her later when you could be spending time with your girlfriend. and even when you’re with me, you’re thinking about her!”. ellie sighed, “it’s not like that. she’s my best friend-“ “you said her fucking name while you were having sex with me, ellie! just- go. we’re over.”
ellie felt guilty about it, she really did. but not as guilty as she felt having to lie to you about the reason for the breakup. and no where near as guilty as she felt for the way her clit pumped in her boxers when your tits pressed into hers as you gave her a sympathy hug. “‘m sorry els.” you spoke gently with a little pout on your lips that she wanted to kiss right off you.
truthfully, although you felt bad, you weren’t really sorry they’d broken up. you didn’t like cat. you couldn’t really say why; she was pretty funny, you guess she was kind of cool, and she seemed to really like ellie. but maybe that was the problem. she would drape her hands over ellie, she would kiss ellie’s cheek, she would hug ellie. hug your ellie. so you couldn’t help but feel a little bit happy that now you didn’t have to share her anymore. that’s how everyone felt about their best friend right?
ellie really did feel like a perv when she started to have feelings for you. it was like you were trying to tease her, despite her being sure you had no idea of the effect you had.
“is this dress too short d’you think?” you asked her, craning your neck to look behind you into the big mirror in the tiny dressing room you’d dragged her into. “uh- no it’s fine” she murmured. “yeah but look, if i-“ you bent over slightly and the dress rode up even further, barely covering your ass, and you analysed your reflection “-do that, isn’t it a little too… revealing” no matter how hard she tried couldn’t tear her eyes from you, couldn’t rid herself of the mental image of your hands smudging the mirror as she fucked you from behind, watching your pretty face in the reflection, grasping a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. “uh i guess it’s pretty short but you um- look good” you smiled big and stood up straight “thanks els.”
it also didn’t help that you were so fucking tactile. holding her hand when you walked to places together, cuddling up to her when you were both chilling on her bed. the first time you put your head on her lap while you watched tv she very nearly audibly groaned.
and god was it hard when you were stressed out. it’s like you became 10x as touchy, practically using her as a stress toy; squeezing her hand, arms, and laying your body across her lap as you ranted about the professor you hated or that upcoming deadline. and she did half of what she wanted to do; she stroked your hair, comforted you with her words, sometimes took you out for ice cream to distract you (which she realised the first time was a grave fucking mistake as soon as she was forced to keep her composure while she watched your tongue swipe agonisingly slow up your cone to collect a sweet vanilla droplet that was travelling towards your hand, and then grin all cute at her like you hadn’t just made her boxers damp). and the other half that she wanted to do but couldn’t? carry you to her bed, undress you all sweet and slow, and then fuck every last inch of stress out of you until the only thing your mind could possibly think about was her and the way she was making you feel.
but none of those moments of temptation and pining rivalled the fiery jealously ellie felt exactly 1 week ago when you told her that a girl from your class had asked you on a date. ellie pretended she didn’t care; what reason could she possibly give for not wanting you to go on a date with a perfectly nice girl. she was always telling you you needed to get some. a stupid part of her brain thought that teasing you like that would cover up that she wanted to be the one to give you some. and an even stupider part of her brain thought maybe if she teased you about it enough that you’d snap and beg her, your more experienced and caring best friend, to take care of you.
secretly, you didn’t really care much about this date, or the girl. she was pretty, but not really your type, and you didn’t really seem to have much of an interest in dating. you weren’t sure why, but a part of you wished ellie told you not to go. you couldn’t understand why “cool. you should go if you want.” made your smile drop slightly and heart feel flat. she was being supportive like any best friend would so why did you feel disappointed? regardless, someone nice wanted to take you out, so you thought ‘why not?’
tonight was the date ellie had been dreading for a very long 7 days. her eyes were following you round your dorm room as you moved from corner to corner scrambling for hair clips, shoes, a jacket, all while a foamy toothbrush stuck out the side of your mouth.
“els help me find that necklace you bought me. the one with the sun on it.” you spoke, words muffled and hands ruffling through your makeup bag. “you’re gonna wear the necklace i bought you?” you looked up “yeah, why not?”. ellie crossed her arms. she had no defence. she just hated the fact that you would be wearing the necklace she bought you for your birthday last year on a date with someone else. “it’s my favourite!” you chirped.
ellie watched for a little longer, making no effort to look for your necklace, manspreading on the edge of your bed. you hated when she did that. it made your tummy feel all funny and squirmy.
“finally!” you spoke suddenly after a few minutes of searching, turning to her with the necklace dangling from your fingers. ellie raised her eyebrows in faux enthusiasm. you weren’t stupid, you sensed she was a little off since you’d been getting ready. “you ok els?” she shuffled a little on your bed “yeah, why wouldn’t i be?”. you walked a little closer to her, “do you not think i should go on this date?” you asked. ellie’s mind flooded with say yes say yes say yes “no-“ she spoke “no- you should go if you want.” seriously? but what excuse did she have anyway? please don’t go on a date with a perfectly nice girl because i’m desperately in love with you and the thought of you with someone else makes me want to rip my heart out. whatever, she just hoped the date sucked. “oh ok.” you replied, a little flatly. did you- want her to say yes? ellie thought. there were a few seconds of silence that hung in the air.
you turned the other way and stood still, “can you do me up?” ellie stayed still, confusion evident in her voice “what?” you turned your head to look at her “my necklace!” “oh-“ ellie stood from your bed and stopped when she was standing facing your back. your hair fell past your neck, covering the back of the necklace, so ellie gently gathered it and laid it to one side over your shoulder. her movements were slow. lingering. almost like it was an effort to take her hand away. her fingers grazing your neck made little tingles gather at your skin which you hoped she couldn’t read from you. ellie always made you feel these weird pleasurable little buzzes when she touched you or looked at you in certain ways, but right now it was heightened, making it harder to ignore, harder to convince yourself they were normal things to feel around your best friend. she moved a step closer as she picked up the two ends of your necklace to attach them. she was close now, her chest almost pressing up against your back.
ellie knew she was treading the line, she allowed her fingers to linger for a few seconds too long as she helped you but she couldn’t help it. it was as if it was her last chance to touch you in case the date went well. she attached the two pieces together and let go of the chain, not moving from her place behind you. she let out a slow breath and it met your neck. you shivered. you hoped she didn’t notice.
she did. her eyes watched you; you were still, apart from the slight movement of your shoulders from breathing a little heavier. ellie’s lowered her voice to a whisper, “you shivered”. you didn’t turn back around. didn’t want her to see you flustered, see your chest rising and falling a little more rapidly and your heart beating quickly. “‘i’m cold” you lied. “yeah?” she questioned, unconvinced. “it’s july.” she added, voice low in your ear. a small sound left your throat, and she chuckled at you. “y’look so pretty. she’s a lucky girl.” you mumbled a ‘thanks’ and she moved both hands to let her fingers stoke alongside the straps of your dress and then slowly down the side of your ribs. “gotta be careful though. you almost look too good… wouldn’t want her getting the wrong idea” you stayed silent. “hm, pretty girl?”. you swallowed, “mm” you managed back. what the hell was she doing to you? something had switched; you were always touchy with each other but this was different; it felt like she knew something about you that you didn’t even know yourself. all the attention and her soft condescending tone was making your head spin.
“you nervous for the date?” ellie asked. a small “mhm” passed your lips. another lie. you weren’t nervous, you just didn’t want to go. ellie tutted a little insincerely “why?” and now her hands were on your sides, thumbs stoking up and down, increasing the nervous tingly buzz through your body. “you don’t wanna go?” you hesitated for a moment and then shook your head. “w-wanna stay here with you” you admitted. she dipped her head down to the curve that meets your neck and your shoulder and she kissed the skin there. “why’s that?” her hands were moving to your hips, she was letting them roam a little, treading that line even further with every inch closer to your thighs. you squeezed your eyes shut, your body felt like it was on fire and you equally hated and loved how weak she was making you feel right now. “cause y-you’re my best friend” you replied weakly. she chuckled again. “best friends don’t make you feel the way people you date do.” a boldness had seemed to ignite in her, sparked by her sudden realization that although you couldn’t see what you did to her, she made you nervous. and ellie had been with enough girls to read the signs when someone is fucking turned on. and that, you were.
her voice was low in your ear, tone darker, “best friends don’t make you nervous.” your eyes remained shut. ellie removed a hand from your hip and ran a finger up the skin your inner arm, bringing goosebumps to the surface. “best friends don’t make you feel all tingly” before you could make up your mind whether to defend yourself or completely give in to her, her hands were back on your hips and she pressed herself against you. your head fell back slightly onto her shoulder. “best friends…” she dipped a hand under your dress and cupped a hand around your clothed cunt “…don’t make you wet”
you whimpered, and reached your hand back to grip onto hers, keeping yourself steady. “els” you whined. she ran a finger over the damp fabric and you whimpered again when it reached your clit. “isn’t that right?”. you nodded, managing a quiet “mhm”. she moved your panties to the side, sliding two fingers through your wetness “who’s this for, hm? who got you this messy?” she taunted. “you” you whispered back, barely audible. “that’s right. y’think your little date could get you wet like this?” god she was mean. she knows. she knows about your secret feelings you’re not even sure you understand yourself. you wonder if she knows the extent. that she makes your head swim whenever she calls you calls you pretty, that you spend endless nights pathetically humping your pillow desperately pushing down thoughts of her trying to convince yourself she was popping up because you just spent so much time together. what you don’t know is that she only figured all this out 3 fucking minutes ago.
you shook you head “just you els”. she tutted mockingly “poor baby. you need me to take care of you?” she continued to let her fingers rub through your folds, “please”. she tapped your hip “turn around, i wanna see your pretty face” you turned, shyness forcing your head to face down to avoid her eyes. ellie grabbed your chin to lift your face up and she kissed you. you moaned into it and a groan escaped her throat at hearing you. your date was long fucking forgotten. “y’sure you want this?” “yes els, please.” she smiled at your desperation and picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her. she pressed you down onto the bed, her hips snug against yours.
not even 5 minutes later you were stripped bare, little whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips as she worked her mouth on you. every time you got close she stopped to place little kisses on your inner thighs, obsessed with seeing you huff in desperation. “elliiieeee” you’d whine and she’d shush you as soon as her mouth was back on your clit. after your third orgasm she finally drew her mouth from you. she moved her face back up to yours and kissed you, sloppily mixing her saliva with yours.
after that, the two of you barely left each others beds all day. ellie was even more feral than she’d been before, something she didn’t realize was possible. when you were in class? she was texting you shit like ‘wanna taste u again‘ knowing you’d be scrambling to turn your brightness down. and as soon as class was over and you knocked on her door? she was dragging you in, caging you in against the wall and pushing your skirt up.
and it wasn’t too long until she finally got to make use of that strap she’d never even opened (despite not believing her feelings would ever be reciprocated, she’d bought it with only one person in mind, and she just couldn’t bring herself to use it with anyone else that wasn’t that one person…)
she was hovered over you, dragging the silicone cock up and down your slit at an agonising pace, teasing little sounds from you. “you sure you can take it?” she teased. “mhm, i can take you, promise” fuck, you were killing her. she filled you slowly, letting you get used to her size. “more” you near-whispered, eyes squeezed shut from embarrassment. “hey- eyes on me,” she instructed, and you let your eyes fall onto her “you want more?”. you nodded, “please”. ellie pecked your lips and started to move her hips, her cock dragging against your walls making your mouth fall open. ellie was watching you, eyes full of lust and something more. “so so good for me. so pretty” she cooed. your head was already going fuzzy, she’d always made your heart feel fluttery when she praised you but like this, it was a whole different story. she was deep, filling you completely and then nearly pulling out again, making you feel so full in the most perfect way. she snaked a hand under your head and lifted it slightly so you were looking at where your bodies connected “look at that,” she breathed, “taking me so well”. a moan escaped your throat as you watched her cock disappear in and out of you.
despite the desperation pawing at her skin to fuck you stupid as soon as her strap was inside you, she decided she would rather drag it out… get you desperate, pleading, hear your needy little whines, see your eyebrows drawn together in that adorable little expression that screams “please fuck me faster ellie” and when she finally did, she was still dragging it out, being so mean and not letting you cum. after 20 minutes of the same routine of giving you exactly what you wanted and then slowing down again when you got close, you didn’t even notice your eyes filling up with tears, and the pathetic begs coming from your mouth skipped past the filter that usually would’ve caught them before they were spoken.
“please ellie, please. wanna cum so bad” she pouted down at you as she wiped a tear that had rolled down your cheek “you crying baby? you wanna cum that bad?” you nodded your head frantically, blinking the tears away. she tilted her head to the side, “i might not let you- you look so pretty like this”. a strangled whine left you at her threat. but she picked up her pace again, and only a few minutes later you were almost reaching your peak again and this time she was nice. so so nice. as you started to reach your climax she kissed you. you gripped her tightly and your body started to shake as she groaned into your mouth “that’s right. come for me, pretty girl”.
ellie thought missionary would always be her favourite; she wanted to be able to see your face twisted in pleasure, to have your neck, your tits, your stomach right in view on display for her… but the first time you let her hit it from the back? it was like it released something feral inside of her, and she was suddenly spilling everything she’d been keeping inside for so long.
“god, you know how fucking hard it was for me? when you’d walk around in those tiny fucking skirts? cute little ass almost showing-“ she was rambling, words falling out of her mouth as she fucked you, your ass arched up and her hands gripping your hips as she drove into you hard “made it so hard for me not to bend you over and make you take it.” you clenched around the plastic at her words “mmgh you- you should have.” you managed in broken breaths, both of you too drunk on each other to really process what you were saying. “yeah, you woulda liked that? filthy little thing. bet you did it on purpose, huh? wore those little clothes cause you wanted me to snap and finally fuck you like a little slut?” your breathing was all over the place, practically panting as your head went fuzzy from her words. “mhm” you mumbled. ellie was close herself, the harness rubbing deliciously against her clit as she fucked you, mind fuzzy with the idea of coming with you. “rub your clit for me, angel” she spoke “wanna see you cum all over my dick”. you obeyed, lifting a hand to rub little circles on your swollen bud, intensifying the pleasure by tenfold and brining you even closer to your release. it wasn’t long until the pleasure was all-consuming, your eyes rolling back as she fucked you through your orgasm. before you could come down from it she was reaching her own a few seconds later, her pretty mouth hung open in pleasure and hands still gripping your hips tight.
a few minutes later you were both laid beside each other, limbs crossing and bodies sticky with heat as your breathing started to return to normal. “was that all true? was it really that hard to be around me?” you giggled. ellie snorted “yeah, to be honest. drove me fucking crazy” she smiled at you teasingly, “you’re still hard to be around”. your eyebrows raised “in a good way?” ellie let out a small laugh, “yeah in a good way. in a ‘how can you walk around looking that beautiful and expect me not to wanna kiss your face off in front of the entire lecture hall’ way”. you giggled, “that’s so sweet”. she smirked at you, “and then have your legs held up on my shoulders as i ea-” “ellie!” you shoved her playfully, embarrassment returning in your post-sex come down. she laughed out loud “don’t get all shy on me now! did you hear yourself 10 minutes ago?” she teased. you twisted your body the other way to hide your face but she grabbed you, holding you down and ignoring your giggly pleas, nipping little kisses all over your face and neck.
it didn’t take long for your laughter and playful teases to settle and sleepiness to overtake. and both of you always slept well like this; curled up tightly against each other, completely still apart from rising chests and a hand tracing little circles on a leg or stomach. and now a slight movement from your hips that accidentally pushed into ellie in a not-so-innocent way, or a sweet sleepy sigh that makes her heart flutter, didn’t interrupt her sleep with racing thoughts of guilt and confusion- now they simply lulled her into contented rest, knowing that you were all hers.
Summary: You want to help Abby relax and show her she doesn't have to control everything, sometimes she just can let go.
Tags: dom!reader, fingering, praise, consent checks, Abby doesn't really notice she is subbing, very light and vanilla, Sylvia Plath's quotes.
wc: 3.7k
MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport
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You don't jump into power dynamics right away when you get together: Abby doesn't even think about it too much - she just assumes since between the two of you she is the killing machine, big strong scary Abby Anderson, she'll be in charge like she is everywhere else. And you don't seem to mind, even though you had the sex talk way prior to having actual sex (I can't bottom every time if it's something you want, you said to her, and Abby agreed: she liked topping but she could bottom just fine).
So the thought of power dynamics doesn't come to Abby at all, until one day.
You are too good at reading Abby's mood - for some reason you can notice even the small shift in her. It's a superpower that creeps Abby out sometimes, how you can recognise her feelings and act accordingly. You don't make a scene out of it, you don't take care of her like she is a child who can't regulate her emotions, but you're there through it all. You're not scared of her anger or her tears, always calm, and for the first time in years Abby feels like she can rely on someone. Can trust someone fully.
And today Abby is on edge. She is tired, angry and frustrated - the plan for the next supply run isn't safe in her opinion. Abby likes her plans to be foolproof, "if you think they're smart enough think again and dumb it down" type of fool-proof. Everyone said Abby was being ridiculous about it, and maybe she was, but it doesn't make her feel any better.
And you obviously notice it. You watch her from the couch as Abby walks around packing, huffing every two seconds in anger.
"I saw that plan, Abby, it's good. Everything will be fine. Manageable if something goes wrong."
"Jamie is on the team, and this idiot will get us in trouble." Abby growls. "And then someone will have to clean up his mess and someone will get hurt and it will slow us down-"
"Okay. Okay, Abs, stop." You put your book away. "Come here, you need to relax." You pat your lap and Abby stares at you before laughing.
"What, you want me to sit in your lap?" Abby asks sceptically.
"Yeah." You pat your lap again. Abby is unsure and she feels ridiculous: she is not a lap dog, she is a fucking German shepherd.
"I'm too big to sit in your lap, baby."
"Do I look like I give a fuck?" You deadpan. "Big girls need to sit on their lover's lap too. Come here."
Abby blinks. She likes that she is big and tall - it makes her feel powerful, but it comes with a cost. She doesn't get to feel small. And you asking her to sit on your lap opens something so desperate in her she gets scared. Abby knows she won't feel small, but she wants to try anyway. Abby tentatively makes her way to you, still unsure how it will work, but you tug her lightly and she straddles you. Abby feels like she is a giant on top of you, and she doesn't really remember where to put her hands. She settles on your shoulders.
"This is awkward." Abby assesses, frowning.
"It's not. Sit, Abby, I can feel that you're hovering. I'm not going to break, I'm not made of dust." You push at her thighs so she can spread them and finally sit. You seem pretty happy with this, hugging her by her waist and pressing her closer to you. Abby is getting used to this, but it still seems ridiculous to her. She is used to tugging you to sit on her lap, not the other way around.
"Am I too heavy?"
"I like feeling your weight on me. Makes it feel real." You grin and stroke her back. "Really, relax. I can read to you if you want."
Abby doesn't really know what to do. She has no arguments against you, and your lap is very comfortable. As well as being this close to you, feeling your body, your breathing, your warmth.
"Yeah, okay. We can do that."
Abby does what you usually do when she reads: she puts her head on your shoulder and lets you snake your arms around her.
"Good." You comment and hold the book with one hand while you stroke Abby's back with the other one.
You are warm and your smell is comforting, so Abby puts her nose into the crook of your neck and breathes in.
"Yeah. Breathe. Deep big breaths." You say offhandedly as you look through the pages. It's weird. Abby feels safe and taken care of and it feels good, but it is too unfamiliar to be comfortable with it.
"Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want: theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder. Yet not all these can do more than try to lure the soul from its den where it sulks in busy heaps of filth and obstinate clods of bloody pulp. I must find a core of fruitful seeds in me. I must stop identifying with the seasons, because this English winter will be the death of me-" You've read out loud and Abby suddenly resonates with the first line. Would it be too childish of her to say: she wants your care?
"What is this?"
"Sylvia Plath's diaries."
"She sounds dramatic." Abby murmurs into your neck while you are caressing her back. Fuck it feels so good. She is so safe.
"Bitch is all over the place sometimes. But she is a poet."
You kiss Abby's head and she leans into your touch, surprising herself. She isn't usually… needy, but right now something is different. The sudden safety of your arms around her, your calm voice and familiar smell makes Abby feel dangerously vulnerable.
"You feel pretty relaxed." You notice as you now stroking her head, putting all annoying baby hairs behind her ear.
"Yeah. It's so weird though."
You chuckle.
"In what way?"
"Usually it's you who sits in my lap. But this is good. Just weird."
"I think the word you're looking for is unfamiliar."
"Are you a thesaurus?"
You laugh and kiss her forehead. Abby nuzzles her nose into your neck and your breath hitches.
You know Abby doesn't mean to get you horny with her breathing, but you are getting horny.
"Come here." You tell her and Abby lifts her head just enough for you to kiss her. She is warm and welcoming, doesn't rush anywhere and you are not rushing either, just enjoying the kiss. Abby relaxes into you and it surprises both of you - she isn't a person who gives up control easily. Hell, the whole thing started because Abby couldn't deal with people not doing everything like she told them to. But you feel how she puts more weight on you and you buck your hips into her.
"Okay yeah. Still weird, but good." Abby pants into your mouth. You dig your fingers into her ass and press her into your crotch. "Oh fuck."
"Wanna make you cum." You say, panting yourself as arousal takes the hold of you. "What do you think?"
Abby looks at you with a lifted brow.
"You think I'm going to say no?"
"Well." You kiss her jaw. "I don't plan on letting you do anything at all, so, maybe take a moment to think about it."
Abby stares at you as your words settle in. She will what, just lie there and do nothing? It sounds wrong, it sounds like she is going to be out of control, but also…
Also it sounds like the sweetest sin she could commit.
"If you're not sure, we can stop. Like, fully. Or at any point you want to." You stroke her cheeks with your thumbs as you watch Abby. You know she is apprehensive about this idea, but you want her to relax fully and forget about everything. And you know you can give it to her if she just says yes.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can do that." Abby smiles bashfully and you kiss her, so fucking grateful for how brave she is.
It's one thing to stare death in her face and win, and the other thing to stare in your lover's face and decide to trust them completely. And any other day Abby would have chosen death, but with you the danger can't get safer than this.
So Abby lets herself relax into you again and just enjoy your touch.
"Thanks."
Abby chuckles, but it turns into a gasp as you move your lips down her neck while your hands are tugging on her shirt. Abby helps you take the shirt and the bra off, and you just caress her sides, looking over her.
Abby knows you like how she looks, but having your attention like this makes her nervous. Your eyes are so dark with hunger Abby wants to look away but she doesn't, as sudden greed for your love washes over her. You look at her like you want to devour her.
"Pretty." You sigh as you smile. "You're so pretty, Abs."
"I don't think pretty is the right word."
"Beautiful?"
Abby huffs but can't help her smile.
"Gorgeous?"
"Stop it." Abby says, playfully stern. "You're so sappy, god."
You grin and kiss her again, shutting her up - if you say she is pretty, she is, and whatever Abby thinks of herself is totally irrelevant. Your lips make a trail from her neck to her shoulder and you gently kiss her freckles, listening to Abby's breathing closely: it gets heavier as you move your kisses down, and these small sighs are the greatest encouragement you can get.
You slowly move one of your hands up and cup Abby's tit, kneading her doughy flesh as she gasps.
"Feels nice?"
"Yeah." Abby murmurs and runs her hand over your hair. It's still hard to let go so she tries to occupy herself in some way. She gently massages your neck and you kiss her just above her nipple. "Yeah, this is nice."
"Good. Let's take your pants off, I need them out of the way."
Your intonation makes Abby throb in her pants - it sounds so commanding and for once in her life she doesn't want to fight it, no, she wants to obey - it's easy with you. Safe.
Abby stands from your lap and you help her take her pants and underwear off, making a small pile on the floor. Abby reaches to tug your shirt off, but you gently push her hands away.
"Relax, baby. Don't worry about anything, okay?" You tug her back into your lap and sigh so happily when you touch her bare skin. "Your job right now is just to be pretty. Can you do that?"
Abby is conflicted: you don't sound patronising, but it should sound patronising, shouldn't it? She stops for a second to understand her reaction and you just watch her. You know Abby needs some time to process what is happening, so you continue caressing her back and her pretty ass that makes you drool while Abby figures out how she feels about your new behaviour.
"Well I can try." Abby shrugs and you smile.
"Thanks. I wanna call you princess, you know?" You kiss her neck and leave a hickey on her collarbone.
"Call me what?" Abby laughs in the middle of her gasp at how ridiculous it sounds, but it's not a bad laugh. It's just embarrassing. "I'm no princess, (y/n)."
"Would you actually mind if I called you that?" You kiss her breastbone and Abby watches you.
"Don't think so." Abby pants and looks at you impatiently as you finally move your lips to her tits.
"Princess." You murmur and look into her eyes while her cheeks become bright red. "My pretty princess." You suck on her nipple gently and Abby gasps, squeezing your shoulders. The pet name turns her on - a lot of things turn her on right now even though they're weird and embarrassing.
You play with her other nipple and Abby presses closer to you, so you let your restraints go and use all your strength to move her closer to the point where her back is arched. Abby sighs, surprised - obviously Abby knows you are strong (not as strong as her, but strong nonetheless), but she never actually experienced it. Maybe you can make her feel small. Maybe you can make her feel like no one else could before.
You slowly move your hands up Abby’s muscular thighs, caressing every line with your fingertips - Abby is too hot for her own good, and the hungry monster that lives inside you claws at your chest, desperate to have its way with Abby and make her forget her fucking name, but you’re patient. You would never push Abby into something she isn’t ready for, especially in sex, but you want to show her an alternative. Show that she can let herself forget her fucking name and it will be safe. Because god knows Abby needs it.
Abby watches your hands in anticipation and you smirk at her when you place your hands on conjunctions of her hips, caressing her hip bones with your thumbs. Abby is soft here, but her V-line makes her look sharp and hard, and it gets to your head.
“I fucking love how strong you are, you have no idea.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Abby chuckles, but she is impatient, so she grabs your hand and moves it down to her pussy.
“Hey, don’t spoil the fun.” You scold her playfully and bring your hand back. “I’m not going to keep you waiting, princess. Relax.”
Abby feels how her face burns when you call her princess again, but it gets her wet, so impossibly wet there's probably a dark spot on your pants under her. Abby grinds her hips down, searching for some friction, and you push your hips up to let her have it. Abby shudders as her clit grinds down on your pelvis and her hands clutch your shoulders almost painfully as she tries to set a pace of her hips.
"This is so hot, Abs. Fuck." You tell her as you watch her get off just grinding on you. You grab her ass and help her grind harder and Abby whimpers quietly, and your brain barely holds back your filthy mouth. You want to tell Abby how good she is, how she is doing such a good job getting herself off, but you hold it back for now.
The friction is not enough and you know it, so you lock her in place with one arm around her waist, praying she'd listen to you, and snake your other hand between your bodies.
Abby is so fucking wet your eyes roll back into your scull from how hard it turns you on.
"You're so wet, princess." You murmur into her ear and Abby whimpers again. "You okay?"
Abby just nods and it clicks. Abby is getting overwhelmed, but she clings to you so you figure out it's a good overwhelmed.
"Do you like it when I call you princess?" You ask mostly to make sure, but it sounds so seductive to Abby, a little mean maybe but in a good way.
"It's embarrassing." Abby admits and squirms around when you cup her pussy. Finally.
"Do you want me to stop?" You ask gently and look in her eyes, serious. Abby looks back, but her eyes are glazed over, she is too horny to care about being embarrassed by this point.
"No. Don't stop." Abby grinds against your hand and you press her closer to make her stop.
"I'm taking my time." You kiss her cheek and part her folds carefully, circling her clit with two fingers and Abby buries her head into your neck, moaning. You stroke her back to soothe her, but your fingers only get faster, the pressure is featherlight and it drives Abby crazy because it will get her to cum way too fast, and you know it.
"Yeah, that's right, princess. Relax and enjoy, yeah?" You can't stop talking now, desperate to praise Abby and make her feel safe in your arms. "Does it feel good?"
"I- I can't fucking-" Abby moans between her words, clinging to you harder as your fingers get her closer to her release. "Icantfuckingthink" Abby says in one breath and you barely make sense of it.
"Oh princess, don't. Don't think, okay? Be good for me." You pay closer attention to her reaction, not sure if Abby would like it, but she is too out of it now. She whines - fucking hell Abby whines - and presses closer to you.
"Yeah, I'll take care of you, I'll make you feel good." You promise her and slide your fingers down, gently pressing at her hole. Abby arches into your fingers, trying to get them inside, and your heart melts. "You're so cute, fuck. You want my fingers?"
Abby growls at you, refusing to talk, and you chuckle.
"Just nod for me, okay? Or shake your head."
Abby takes a second to process your words and then she nods.
"Good girl."
That makes Abby open her eyes in shock and her walls clench around nothing to push her slick into your hand, and you can tell she liked it.
"Can I call you that, princess?" You slowly push your fingers inside and just move them to feel how soft and hot Abby is. She suddenly grinds down on your hand and you kiss her shoulder. "Nod or shake." You remind her.
Abby nods, her embarrassment totally forgotten by this point: she feels small, safe and taken care of, and the way you talk to her only makes it better. Your stupid spidey senses let you know when to check in with her and Abby never knew it could be this way - that giving consent can turn her on so much because you ask for it like you're dirty talking to her.
And you are so close and you hold her so tightly Abby feels grounded even though she is so overwhelmed she can't think anymore. She just feels, her world only exists in the tactile plane now, and your voice carries her away.
"Yeah, don't think, princess, I want your head empty and your pretty cunt stuffed with my fingers." You murmur into Abby's ear and she buries her face in your neck deeper as you curl your fingers inside her. Abby moans quietly and you feel how you lose any self-control you had before.
You pick up the pace, catching the balance between overwhelmingly fast and not fast enough just so you won't disturb Abby's delicate headspace, and you just listen to her. Abby is not loud, never been, but that what makes it so magical - every sigh turns into a quiet whimper the longer you fuck her, and then you feel it, how Abby clenches around your fingers, her orgasm coming closer.
"You're close, princess, I can fucking feel it. Do you feel it? Does it feel nice when you're so tight around me?"
"Yeah." Abby says in a hoarse low voice and your teeth fucking ache because you want to sink them into her so much.
"Fuck Abby." You kiss her temple and suddenly you're fucking her so hard Abby gets tense in your arms, overwhelmed. "You have no idea what you do to me."
But Abby is not listening to you because you turn your hand just enough so you could thumb her clit and-
"Fuck!" Abby shrieks and closes her thighs on you as she cums. You stop moving your fingers inside her to enjoy how she pulsates around them, but you continue thumbing her clit."Fuck-fuck, stop-" Abby asks when it becomes too much and you obey her.
Abby is panting hard and you just kiss her neck and shoulders, waiting for her to calm down, but you can't help yourself so you start slowly moving your fingers in and out.
"You feel amazing around my fingers, princess."
"Fuck, don't stop, please, don't fucking stop-" Abby whispers and hugs you around your neck. You’re more than happy to oblige, and you can’t help your mean smile as you move your fingers slowly but thoroughly, getting a feel of every centimetre of Abby’s walls.
It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Abby to whimper and shudder in your arms again, drenching your hand up to your wrist, and you gently kiss her to help her calm down. Abby is limp on your lap, her head comfortably tucked in your neck as she pants. Abby feels exhausted but ridiculously happy, giddy even - you opened something in her, something that freed her vulnerability fully. God, Abby always knew she could trust you, let you watch her back, but the thought she could be so vulnerable and small with you never crossed her mind.
“Do you want to nap, baby?” You murmur in her hair and Abby hums in agreement. “Okay, let me put your shirt back on, yeah?”
Abby reluctantly lets you put the shirt on her and wrap a blanket around both of you as you adjust your position so you’d be lying down while Abby would be on top of you, so it would be comfortable for her to rest. You open your book again while Abby’s breathing evens out.
“I am watching a pale blue sky be torn across by wind fresh from the russian steppes. Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find a purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth or trying to pickle it in brine to preserve it, and crying to find it turns all brown and is no longer simply the lovely apple I was given in the morning?”
The present moment, whole as an apple - Abby doesn’t have to worry about not accepting it, lulled by your voice and your warmth and your smell - after all, the present is all she has.
how about we reverse the roles a little and imagine what it'd be like sending eren one of these salacious videos or FaceTime calls? (Yes this is p2 of the phone sex drabble)
catching him in the midst of leaving basketball practice for the night..tanned skin glistening with water; replacing the sheen of sweat that had previously been there. Hair pulled back and his shirt off with only a warm, white towel wrapping his waist. His phone was propped up against the side wall of his basketball locker when it began to buzz and illuminate with the notification that his favorite person in the entire world was calling.
my babymoms 💍🤎
you’d often phone him just to see how practice had gone or to inquire on whether or not he’d be stopping by or even staying for the evening. Because your apartment was a lot closer to the practice facility than his on campus dorm was, you’d let him crash at your place. Of course, that always resulted in the two of you getting in trouble you had no business in. Including ending up in the shower together or being bent over your couch because he just so happened to get that mirror pic you sent him in your thong and t-shirt. “Hey gorgeous.” The first words out of his mouth as he answered the call. But it’s what occurred once he looked up that would have him utterly speechless. In the lens. “Hey babyboy, how was practice?” A snarky giggle followed by your legs parting and your pearly white toes in the lens. But what truly had him fixated on the screen was that freshly waxed, plump little core…looking so succulent and sticky. The best part? It was all for him. At the moment, he seemed to be alone but you could hear chatter from his teammates in the distance. Even so, they weren’t a concern for either one of you. “G-good! What are you doing?” Eren questioned, whispering into the mic as he attempted to shield you from the view of anyone else. This was a party of two. With that sly grin plastered on your face, (y/n) began to massage that hairless mound, tousling your fingers around your lower lips before eventually parting them open to expose that clit. It was so swollen that the little bud was twitching on its lonesome. Your entire pussy glazed in a sheath of arousal…so needy and desperate for his touch. “What does it look like? I’m just…having a little fun.” Seductively uttering as you hook a finger underneath your bra strap to remove it. Eventually, whiny moans followed shortly after and those delicate fingers soon made home against your folds, spreading yourself wide open for his viewing pleasure. That pink flesh glistening in slick, surrounded by plump brown lips and that tight hole flexing…God, he wanted nothing more than to devour you at that very moment but instead, he’d indulge you in this mischievous little game.
“Is that right?..well you mind if I play along?” Chewing at his lower lip as he reaches downward and cups himself through the towel still coiling his waist. You brought out his absolute worst and he loved every second. “Mmphm..go ahead. Take that towel off if you’re really brave.” Daring him to really kick things up a notch. From there, you’d continue to drum up more of that wetness; smacking noises crackling through the speakers along with your sweet little cries. “I’m fucking the shit out of you when I get home, I hope you know that..” Eren muttered quietly as he continued running his hand along the tip of his cock. His precum began to stain the linen and he didn't give a damn who saw right now..he needed you so badly! With two fingertips enclosed around your nipple and the others rubbing slowly on that center. Your eyes locked intensely and when he decided to falter for just a second, you’d command him right back whilst shoving those digits knuckle deep into that warm pussy. “Fuck them..focus on me, daddy. Eyes up here..” Your middle and ring finger alternating pumping gently just to work up that milky silk clouding around your tiny hole. You’d move at a mediated pace, hoping to imitate his thrusts when he first slides in. He truly loved when you bullied him in bed, doing any and everything to make you happy. To make sure you got that nut first..
“Yesmaam..you got it...keep going baby, I’ll be there soon..” “..of course..” whimpering as you leaned forward to spit onto your already gushing center. When he stared at you like that, you’d do whatever he wanted. Speeding up, you’d begin to switch the digits out and even add your thumb back to your clit and slowly tease it, increasing its pace to drum up more. That cream was leaking everywhere, all over those fingers, the floor where a towel lie underneath you and your acrylic nails. How fluidly your digits moved in and out…he practically came at the sight. Meanwhile, he’d thrust slowly up into his enclosed fist, letting out muffled grunts in the process. He wanted more than nothing for it to be him stretching you out right now; ankle draped over his shoulder blade as he placed kisses on your instep and a hand on the headboard as it banged the wall. It’d be reality soon enough but for now, you guys continued playing with yourselves and hoping that no one interrupted. Especially since your climax was nearing.
“ ‘Ren….ooh fuck. Imma come, baby..imma fucking come.” You’d begin to gasp and heave, knowing you couldn’t hold back much longer. By the amount you were frothing alone, he could also see that you were probably ovulating, which meant he’d have your birth control working overtime tonight. “I know, mama. I know…but not yet. Need you to tell me who’s pussy that is..tell me.” Alas, you were too busy moaning. A complete wreck of stimulation and tears. That little tongue wagging around and dripping with drool, unable to keep it in your mouth. And you knew better than to defy because that would only make it much worse when he got there. After he finished eating you out until your eyes took permanent residence in the back of your fucking skull, he’d dick you down until your legs couldn’t function. “Shit!” “C’mon, say it…or you better wait until I get there.”
but there was not a single question who got it this wet! It was forever one person… “you, ‘Ren..it’s yours! It’s all yours…please let me come..” unbeknownst to you, he was close as well. Pumping that first around his shaft and squeezing that tip until it began to leak everywhere. By this time, neither of you could withstand it and he’d grant you permission. “Good girl..you can let go now.” Knowing what was about to happen next and that brought about a wide smile on his face. Letting out a loud gasp, along with his name, (y/n)’s tilted backwards and with that moan came a powerful stream of squirt to follow. That wetness splattering your screen and nearly knocking it over. Your legs trembled and you shook uncontrollably trying to ride that orgasm. Right behind you was his own and you’d hear his breath hitch in his throat and as quietly as he could muster, Eren busted his own load, leaving a warm nut in that towel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..shit, baby!” Nearly collapsing to the floor from how lightheaded he became. Once the two of you came to, you’d burst into laughter and just revel in the moment. Unable to believe that it just happened.
“You’re such a troublemaker, (y/n). You know that?” “Yeah, but you love it…” licking your fingers clean of those remnants and tasting yourself. Just to see the effect you had on him, he’d angle the camera downward so you could see the mess he had concocted, to which you’d only reply with an ‘oops.’ He’d finish getting himself cleaned up and try to regroup; tossing on a t- shirt and a pair of sweats, something he could quickly tear off when he made it to you. Because he needed a couple more rounds and with his stamina, it was possible. Finally, he’d toss on his backpack and just at that moment, you’d both hear someone calling out to him. “Hey, Eren! You ready?” The voice belonged to his best friend but his attention was all yours..
“Hey, baby. Be just like that when I get there, okay? We got a lil business to handle.” Shooting you a wink afterwards along with a kiss before ending the call.
an : this was birthed from this ask I got and it was supposed to be a tiny baby smut drabble and now it’s this ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა ♡ but yay for me I’m out of my writing slump- also I do not whatsoever condone cheating, but the housewife fucking the help trope always get me I’m sorry, sue me. happy reading - sincerely, sugar ✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱
“So can you fix it?”
Ellie turned her head at the sound of your sweet voice, like a siren song that had been tempting her all afternoon.
She was hooked from the minute she heard it over the phone, sounding distressed as you explained that the water from your shower head was no longer flowing. She felt her throat get dry as you spoke about how you desperately needed some stress relief. How you needed the pressure. And when she showed up at you door a half hour later, Ellie knew she was completely and totally fucked.
“Ellie…?”
She jolted and internally slapped herself for gawking at you and fantasizing about shit she knew she couldn’t have.
“Shit sorry, yeah, it’s a simple issue! Your pressure valve is cracked. I have a replacement in my kit that should fit, so I’ll be out of your hair soon.”
A soft pout graced your lips as you played nervously with the hem of your fluffy cardigan sleeve, “that’s a shame. Kinda like having someone around the house.”
Ellie flushed at your words and quickly turned back- she was here to work not flirt. But, fuck, we’re you making it hard.
“You’re a lifesaver,” you continued, tentatively walking into the bathroom and perching on the toilet seat, “my wife usually does this sort of thing, but she’s been gone a lot recently.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm- work trips. Sometimes for weeks at a time.” You sighed.
“You must miss her a lot,” Ellie sympathized, while she screwing a bolt back into place. You remained silent, chewing on your lip, guilt evident on your face but sadness overwhelming in your eyes.
“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?” Ellie teased.
Your frown deepened, “my marriage is…far from paradise- used to be perfect, until my wife started fucking every fresh-out-of-undergrad intern she met at every single one of her firms international offices.”
Ellie dropped her wrench at your blunt statement and you giggled softly. “Sorry that was way too much information. God, I’m such a cliche- bored housewife boring anyone that gives her a molecule of attention.” You blurted, laughing awkwardly.
“Hey,” Ellie felt her heart tug in sympathy for you. She sat on the edge of the tub and touched your thigh affectionately, “you’re not a cliche. I’m genuinely sorry about all the shit with your wife.”
She smiled at you as she stood up, wiping her dirty hands on her work clothes. Then she twisted the knob on the shower until water started to stream out, hot and heavy, just how you liked it.
“Oh my god! Thank you so much!” You cried, clutching her bicep in excitement. “This months water bill is gonna be sooo high.”
Ellie chuckled and tried not to focus on the searing heat shocking it’s way up through her body at your touch. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Is there anything I can do to repay you?” You said. You were laying the hints on so thick, it was bordering on desperate, but Ellie was by far the most attractive women you’ve ever seen and you needed her. Badly.
“We’ve got you card on file! No need for anything else.”
You blinked up at her, running your manicured fingernail across the sharp line of her jaw and Ellie felt a shiver wrack through her. “You sure?”
You two were too close now, nothing could’ve stopped what was happening. Ellie second guessed herself as your lips brushed against hers, not yet a kiss, but just as debilitating to her self control. You were married- Ellie had even seen your wedding pictures framed on her way in. But, you weren’t happy. It was so obvious, and Ellie, who always seemed to find herself in these situations, knew you needed help. Why she always found herself playing the knight in shining armor role, she’d never know. But what she did know, was that you were devastatingly gorgeous and her boxers were growing damper by the second.
“Fuck it-” Ellie crashed her lips with yours and you let out a sigh of contentment. Finally.
She kissed you with such vigor that your back was slammed against the wall with the force of it, her big hands gripping your hips as she tasted your mouth.
She trailed her lips down your neck, palming your tits and you felt your nipples tighten in pleasure. Your mouth hung open at how good it felt to finally be touched after months of cold nights in bed, missing your wife- and hating yourself for it.
Ellie pulled back, taking you in, and suppressed a moan- you looked wrecked: eyes blow out, lips swollen, thighs pressing together in your tight little yoga pants. “Have to make this quick babe, I got another job in 20 minutes.” Ellie said, though her words didn’t match her eyes. She was looking at you like she wanted to take her sweet time tearing you apart.
You nodded your head jerkily, “I have an idea.”
You clutched your cardigan and pulled it over your head in one swift motion, revealing your stunning bare chest. Your tits jumped with each heavy breath of anticipation you took, effectively hypnotizing Ellie.
“Fuck. Yes. Whatever it is. Yes,” she said, scrambling to take off her coveralls and dirty wifebeater.
You stripped down the rest of the way, leaving a trail of clothing leading to the shower.You turned the knobs, and stepped beneath the cascade of water, beckoning an eager Ellie to join you. Once she did, you could’ve came instantly, the wet slide of her body on yours and the toe curling image of her lithe muscles dripping and glistening with water.
“Let’s put my hard work to use, yeah?” She said, flipping you and tugging your back against her firm chest.
You whimpered from the aggression, head too fuzzy to focus on anything but her hands on your body, “huh?”
Ellie grinned at your fucked-out confusion, before grabbing the shower head. She trailed it over your chest first, watching delighted as the rainfall setting made you shiver. Then she trailed the head down to the heat between your thighs and your knees immediately buckled.
“Oh fuck-” you twisted your head into Ellie as she pressed the shower head deeper and harder against your pussy.
“God you’re sensitive, your wife never make you feel this good?”
You shook your head jerkily, clutching desperately onto Ellie’s forearm, holding on for dear life as the shower head’s stream abused your cunt.
“Yeah? You like that huh, the pressure strong enough for you baby?” She teased, but all your comebacks were gone, your brain was mush, all you could think about was Ellie. Ellie. Ellie.
She knew you were close when your hips started uncontrollably bucking up into her hand, and she could see a few tears mixing with the drool and sweat and shower water.
“You close, angel?”
You nodded, “Please, I need it Ellie. Need to come, please, please, pl-“
Ellie smirked at your begging, and then she switched the nozzle to jet stream and your jaw instantly dropped into a silent scream, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. Ellie didn’t let up, she comforted you through your orgasm but made sure the water pulsed right into your clit, holding you against her chest tightly so you couldn’t escape the pleasure. “I know, I know- that’s it baby.” You tried to push her hand away weakly, but she held firm. “Just gimme one more, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded your head and leaned back into her, trusted Ellie to take care of you. She switched the nozzle again to the massage setting, and soon the water was shooting out in tight periodic streams, battering your already sensitive clit, working you up again and edging you closer to a second orgasm. It wasn’t the pressure that sent you over the edge in the end, but the feeling of Ellie grinding her clit against your ass- knowing she was using you to get off, so enamored by the image of teary eyed and blissed out against her, it was all too much. You came so hard the darkness behind your eyelids burst with light, and the only thing tethering you to this plane was Ellie’s heaving breath in your ear as she came right alongside you.
She switched off the shower head, thumping back against the tiles in exhaustion. She held your shaking form in her arms, rubbing your back as you came down from your high.
“Fuck- that was…”
“Incredible? Amazing? The best sex you’ve ever had?” You offered, voice still hoarse from all the screaming.
She laughed, and shook her head, “you’re lucky you’re cute- where’d all that cockiness come from angel?”
“I’m right though.”
Ellie rolled her eyes, and then dipped her head down to kiss you sweetly. Butterflies started to swarm in your tummy at the gentleness. What the fuck?
“Yeah, you are.” She agreed. “So uh… I was thinking maybe one day we could go out for-”
The sound of keys made both of your freeze. Your eyes widened in shock.
“What the f-”
“Shhh!” You slammed a hand over her mouth. Ellie resisted the urge to lick it, knowing this was a serious situation.
You both heard the heavy swoop of the front door swinging open downstairs. Your stomach dropped.
“Honey?” Your wife’s voice called, “I’m home early. Surprise! Where are you bunny?”
ellie would definitely be rough, i can see her choking you to keep your focus on her.
picture her fucking you deep with her strap, going so hard on you that you can't even talk, only little whimpers leaving your lips as your eyes are shut closed. but that's not what she wants. one thing ellie loves is eye contact, so she's immediately wrapping her hand around your neck, squeezing lightly.
"hey, hey, hey. look at me. look at me" she says breathlessly, applying more pressure with each word, "keep your eyes on me"
once you're finally looking at her with needy eyes and furrowed brows, she's loosening her grip, letting you breathe for a moment before going tighter again with a smirk, enjoying your desperate gaze as you moan in bliss.
abby on the other hand, i see as more gentle with it. she'd probably choke you to make you stay still and not as a power thing.
maybe she has you pinned against the wall, fingering you relentlessly. and you're so close to your orgasm, so close you can feel it already. and your knees buckle, threatening to give up on you as the pleasure becomes too much, too overwhelming for you.
abby obviously notices your shaky legs and brings one of her big hands to your neck, gripping it tightly to hold you up in place. she's not squeezing too much, but the pressure is enough to make breathing slightly difficult, making you feel deliciously lightheaded. and that's all it takes to push you over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure crushing over you with so much force that if it weren't for her support you'd already be on the floor.
making ellie squirt for the first time while fucking her with your strap !!! she’d be so obedient, naked and bent over the bed ready for you to fuck her. grabbing her hips and slamming into her from behind, watching how her pretty pussy grips your strap. using one hand to hold her arms behind her back and snaking the other hand around her waist to rub her clit. her moans would be so loud and guttural because you’re hitting the perfect spot inside her. able to tell that she’s about to cum, you’d release your hand holding back her arms and instead grab her by her hair, pulling her up while still thrusting deep into her. she’d put her hand over her mouth to cover her scream as she finishes on your strap, fucking her through her orgasm when you feel the warm wet liquid trickling between your connected bodies. so overwhelmed, she’d have no idea what even happened until you still your hips and tell her, “fuck baby, you squirted on my cock.” she’d be a little confused for a second, then her cheeks instantly blush and she’d try to pull herself off of you in slight shock and embarrassment, but you’d hold her in place, her back against your chest. “s-sorry… never done that before.” she’d say, so flustered, mind still fuzzy from her orgasm. then placing a kiss on the side of her neck to reassure her. telling her “don’t apologize baby, so fucking hot. bet it felt good, huh?” and she’d just give you a whine in agreement before you started fucking her again, hoping to get to see more of your girlfriend’s newly acquired skill
okay, we know musician!eren is a freaky lil’ frog. That he loves doing all the things to please his lady and sometimes, he can’t control himself. But he definitely underestimates the lengths that (y/n) will go to just to see him satisfied. He loves to think he’s corrupting you or teaching you all the nasty shit that transpires in the bedroom. He always takes it to the next level…but one night? You send him into shock like he’s never seen when you take the reigns.
walking into the bedroom in nothing more than a robe, not saying a word..not a single thing underneath as you push him down on the bed and tell him to lay back. “Let me ride that fucking face.” He’s not used to you taking control and being so domineering but once he gets a taste of you dominating him, he wants nothing else. Especially when you cloud his view with nothing but your thick thighs, wrapping them around his head as you straddle from the bridge of his nose to his pouty little lips….smacking your own ass as he carefully devours your cunt. “Put your tongue in it, baby. Right there…” encouraging him as he grunts underneath, loving every second. Whether he can breathe or not is not none of your concern. But you can sense just how much he loves it when you turn around after twerking on his upper half to see his cock standing at attention. With his pretty features coated in your slick, it’s your turn to return the favor. Doing so by gliding your tongue down his chest and abs, something he’s done to you many of times. But not before kissing at his nipples and making this supposed alpha male twitch and shudder like a little bitch. “F-fuck..that’s—“ “feels good, doesn’t it?” Questioning with quite the devious glare on your face. Knowing that he’s about to really lose his mind when you move your mouth to the tip of his dick; making suctioning motions on it which always gets him to shuddering.
he’s so sensitive, it’s an absolute shame…poor thing’s clutching the bed by the time you really get into it. Eating his dick up as if you’ve been starved for it. Let saliva ooze and seep all down the sides as you take it to the back of your throat with no regard for your own breathing. “Princess..s-shit! You gotta slow down…oh my god.” “I’ll stop when I’m ready. This my dick.” You care even less when he busts a nut in the back of your throat and you just keep sucking without a care. Gulping, gagging and slurping noises filling the once quiet room, right along with Eren’s pathetic moans. His chest and stomach are caving so bad that he looks as if he’s hyperventilating. Alternating between his balls and slimy shaft..it’s as sexy as it messy and he doesn’t want you to stop. However, he knows he can’t last if you keep this up.
which is exactly why you waste no time climbing on top and riding him until this man’s eyes are permanently residing in the back of his head. Something that doesn’t take much when he’s already so depleted but once that tight little pussy starts gripping around him, he’s losing it. Stuck even!…
“Wait, baby…I don’t think—“ but you don’t need him to think, move or even speak right now..all you need him to do is lie there and let you fuck him senseless. Bouncing and burrowing that heavy ass down on his dick until it’s swallowed him whole. He’s never had anything like it. Watching your perform tricks he didn’t even think possible. From riding on your top toes to doing splits. The entire time, that slimy mixture drenching his entire pelvis..the pretty pearlescent fluid all a result of how good it felt. You even spread your own cheeks open so he can see firsthand how insane your grip is. Before long, he’s exploding yet again with another mind numbing nut and this time, it’s spilling inside of you. Only because you refused to let up and told him simply: “come in this pussy or you not coming at all..” and he tried not to be so weak..damn, he’s doing the best he can but he’s never had anybody fuck him like this. And after two emptied loads residing in your womb and his legs practically shaking, you decide to let him go..leaving him with nothing more than a kiss on the head as you hold him close to you and let him calm down. “It’s okay, baby..just breathe.”
knowing you just took his soul and set it in a fucking jar. Needless to say though..he’ll need that treatment more often.
stonebutch!ellie x highfemme!reader hcs / drabble♡
a/n: for all my high femmes and stone butches, ily <3 first time writing for tumblr ! i'm very nervous but i hope this finds the right audience (this is also v self indulgent)
cw: sfw & nsfw, afabfem!reader, petnames, butchfemme dynamics, sweet soft tender fluff, smut, pillow princess!reader, stone top!ellie, use of strap on, sundresses and their direct link to hot lesbian sex, public sex (bare with me no one sees), breeding kink (oops), established relationship, strap sucking, fingering, ellie's convinced her strap is attatched to her she has a mind-body link with it, ellie wears a binder here and if u have a problem with that i do not like you ! author is v horny and v soft, a bit of dacryphilia, carabiner language/code!! (these r not in order)
p/s: i am 100% writing a pt2.
got carried away and wrote sm introduction/fluff...and this whole thing is longer than intended but well! enjoy ig (i hope so)
since this is my first work of this type i'd greatly appreciate any sort of feedback ! mwha
mentions to reader's strawberry cheeks are about the blush itself and not actual color! reader is not written as any specific race
taglist: @sadeyedsugar @luvrgurl00 ♡
w.c 6k
ꕤ the moment ellie's eyes first landed on you, she knew she was going to make you her wife
˖ it was at a local little lesbian bar, a warm and humble place where mostly everyone knew eachother, she frequented it every other weekend, sharing roaring laughter with fellow butches and kind chuckles with femmes, dancing and drinking and enjoying the familiar space
˖ you on the other hand had to be dragged along by your friend, who kept on telling you about how it was gonna be alright! you weren't the biggest fan of clubs or bars, not really liking crowded spaces full of noise and booze and rude people, but after being promised this one was different, you complied
ellie thanked the stars and whoever was the angel who brought you into her life that night
˖ sure enough, the place was different, it felt much more personal, the music was nicer, more quiet, you felt yourself quickly growing comfortable and accostumed to it
˖ you wore a light, white lace mini dress, a delicate, frilly little thing, with a red ribbon around your neck that matched the ones adorning your hair, doey eyes scanning the place with interest as a content smile started to bloom in your glossy lips. ellie had thought you were the prettiest thing, the prettiest girl she had ever seen, and she had also thought she needed to talk to you or else she was going to curse herself for the rest of her life
˖ soon enough your eyes met hers and you felt the air knocked out of you. she stood tall in a corner, accompanied by other well groomed women, all handsome, but none as much as her, you noted. with an ubottuned short sleeved loose button down over a white wife pleaser, black pants and a beer inhand, which she sipped slowly as she looked at you, waiting for signs of interest (butch courtship 101), once she saw you blush and look away like a nervous pup, she smirked into her drink before putting it down and excusing herself to the group
˖ she had approached you in a gentle stroll, steps confident in nature yet hesitant at the edges, a hand tucked in her left front pocket, right by the carabiner that hung from her belt loop at that side. a polite corteous smile that grew into a kind tight-lipped smirk as she got closer, nodding her head softly with a little bow as she towered over you from where you were sitting down by the bar, her presence overpowering and dominant, yet in no ways pressuring, you had found it embracing. the dimly lit place helped hide the faint blush in both your faces
˖ she had quietly cleared her throat, and spoken in a mellow voice, her tone earthy and comforting as she talked only loud enough to not be considered a whisper, her lips never losing their kind smile, if only softened "hi, angel, mind if i sit next to you?"
˖ you had breathily acceeded to her request and that was all it took; for the rest of the night, you shared polite and flirtatious conversation, she bought you a drink and made you giggle as you made her eyes glisten and her jaw to begin acquiring a dull ache from smirking and grinning and every variation of smiling you could muster, for hours on end. the more you got to know the other, the more delightful you became to each other: ellie was charming, down to earth, confident, kind and genuine, and to her you were perfect, the very definition of the word beautiful, sweet as can be, witty and just the right amount of shy to make her urge to know you even more. as the conversation procceeded, her calloused hand would sometimes brush your thigh when she would get closer so you could hear her, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin and butterflies in your stomach. by the time the night was over, you had danced slowly, ellie anchoring you with care and reverence by the waist while your own arm hung around her broad shoulders, it felt new and exciting yet somehow familiar and natural, like this was meant to be, following her movements like you had studied them decades ago, something intricate and personal between you. her lips offered your hand a reverent kiss and you were sure to slip a piece of paper with your number on it to her right pocket, a smile sealing both your faces as you said your goodbyes, knowing it wouldn't be the last time you saw each other.
ꕤ ellie courting you
˖ now, sure enough the bar was the first but definitely not the last time you would have seen each other, but don't think this meant furtive encounters and messing around until you decided to make things official, as a pretty old fashioned old school butch, ellie took her courting very seriously.
˖ the very next morning after the bar, when waking up, you were welcomed with a text from an unknown number that read as follows: "Good morning, doll, lovely to meet you last night. I still have the copy of that book we talked about, if you want me to lend it to you. Just say the word and I'll be there :) - E" a giddy smile was plastered on your face and your cheeks flushed as you took the phone in your hands, giggling to yourself at the signing at the end of the message. Ellie was referring to a book about lesbian history, which she had brought up when you were gushing about your love for them, a warm feeling settled on your belly as you typed back: "goodmorning, ellie! it was lovely to meet you aswell <3 and thank you so much !! that's really kind of you and yes! i'd love to meet up, maybe we could grab some coffee? whenever you're free ofc:)"
˖ you had left the phone in your little bedside table, changing into your clothes and going over to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your typical morning routine, when you came back, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress the grin that threatened to spread across your face over the message that read on your screen, "At your service, princess, for you I'm free whenever. -E"
˖ and so you and ellie began having your little dates, where she treated you with upmost respect yet never failing to make you feel fuzzy and flustered. she was always chivalrous, always attentive, taking her time with you, listening and giving you little details, like flowers or more books that she insisted you kept, picking you up and driving you back home in her truck, leading you gently by the waist when you move through a place, kissing your hand as she leaves (along with your kisses to her cheek that leave a smirk on her face that doesn't seem to wash off for hours), opening doors for you, calling you an infinite amount of petnames that had your insides fluttering, and so many sweet and thoughtful gestures that made you swoon over her, completely sweeped off your feet.
˖ and she was equally heads over heels for you, whenever you placed your arm on her bicep as you walked down the street, or when your lashes fluttered up at her while your lips did that little pouty smile thing that made her absolutely insane, or when your eyes glistened and squinted when you laughed, head tilting slightly back, making her heart squeeze achingly, along with your rambles about your interests, full of wonder and knowledge, and how you listened back at her with admiration when she was the one explaining something or sharing her opinion with wise insights, her eyebrows mindlessly furrowing in concentration, and how she sometimes caught you staring a little too much with strawberry cheeks at the movements of her jaw or hands when she talked.
˖ you lovedd flirting and getting to know each other. one night at the park, laying under the stars over a thin blanket and under the light of the lamps scattered throughout the place, illuminating it, your little hand tracing along the lines of ink on ellie's arm, feeling her slightly tense under, both your breaths hitching a little before you asked "what's the meaning of this one?". ellie was gorgeous, so confident and relaxed yet continously coming apart under your touch and gaze, she never lost her charm, but often licked her lips softly or cleared her throat, rolling up the sleeves of her flannel t-shirt, letting out a low, breathy chuckle, before she replied. you talked for hours. other times, it was her making you a nervous mess, when she would compliment your outfit, your hair, your nails, your makeup, one time she had said your lipstick looked cute and you had nearly blushed from head to toe, quite literally, as she smirked, eyes stuck on your lips.
˖ ellie asked to be your lover a month into knowing you, which could be considered slow in lesbian time or fast in courting ritual culture, but to you it was just enough, she had known since day 1 she wanted to make you hers, and be yours in return, but she also took her time and treated you like something with its deserved seriousness. she had planned the whole thing a week prior, and took you out to a local book-reading, then for breakfast at the little café from your first date, then to the beach, and finished with a carefully crafted picnic right after sunset where she asked you the question, her forehead was slightly sweaty but you couldn't even notice, immediately joining your lips in what wasn't your first kiss to the date but surely the longest one, full of emotion and tenderness and soft sighs of relief at the notion of finally being together
ꕤ when you're finally dating, she never stops making you fall in love with her, over and over again, as she falls for you right back each day
˖ the dates never really stop, she loves taking you places just as much as you love dragging her along with you through the city aswell, be it museums, the library, pottery class...where you went, she goes
˖ she loves to interwine her hand with your own or throw her arm around your shoulders as you walk side by side wherever you go, she was so happy to call you hers, so proud to show you off
˖ and so were you, how couldn't you? ellie was so pretty, so handsome, so bright and strong and caring, her soft short hair grazing just below her ears, her typical outfit consisting of wife pleasers with button ups with its first buttons undone or flannels thrown over them, loose fitting jeans (adorned with various belts she loved to collect), her precious carabiners (you both now had matching heart shaped ones), boots, doc martens or converses if she was feeling casual. she was undeniably attractive and awe-strucking, both her appereance and personality
˖ you move in together about a week into starting to date, ellie was so excited for it, anxious, if we're being honest, for various reasons. first of all, as a butch, moving in was her thing, she had asked you like a hyped puppy over text when she could go to your place to help you move things from your apartment to her house, and when she showed up, she was all but enthusiastic, hands eager to carry boxes and help, she loved being of use, loved to follow your indications of where each thing would need to go, and you loved to see her muscles flex under the weight of the objects she carried, her wife pleaser beggining to stick to her chest from the sweat, although she acted as if the whole thing was nothing, moving with ease. but most of all you enjoyed seeing her happy, knowing that this meant a passage for your relationship, the next step, it was warm and thrilling, and that night you both slept on her place on the sofa, not having finished unpacking everything, dozing off with your fingers interlocked and leaning into eachother's shoulders
˖ after starting to live together, you always leave notes for each other, it was your special little thing, leaving them at various random spots around the house, reminders of your love, little poems (you), little sketches (ellie), silly inside jokes, wishes of good luck in your day, etcera, it never failed to bring a wide smile to both your lips whenever you encountered one
˖ the petnames...they got so much worse(better) after you start dating, ellie has a whole collection of them, angel, doll, princess, her little lamb, bunny, bambi, sweetheart, daisy, love, little flower, sugar...the list could go on... you had some petnames for her too, but ellie was definitely the one to win at them
˖ you loved to dance around your kitchen and have reading dates, cook meals for each other (and together),,though you definitely beat her at baking, ellie made some pretty damn good dishes, when asked why she was so good, she would simply respond "secret recipe is love, doll" while giving a quick wink
˖ after becoming more comfortable with each other, she loved to tease you, poking fun at you in light hearted and endearing ways that made you lightly swat her arm while huffing (and supressing a giggle), or roll your eyes at her as you smiled, she always got this mischiveous twinkle in her eye when she did, so it made it pretty hard for you to not melt right there when you were supposed to be getting annoyed at her
˖ more than all though she adores to show you how much she loves you, kissing your forehead or the top of your head, squeezing your waist, staring at you lovingly and longingly, even when you were already hers, giving you little gifts (many times self made), taking you out, sharing her time, whispering sweet things when you wake up and went to bed, holding you like you were fragile in her hands, then looking at you like you were the strongest, most unbreakable being, full of admiration and fondness.
˖ she can't keep her hands off you!! it's like she's an addict, if you're out, she needs to be touching you in some way, your hand, shoulder, waist, your lower back just above the curve of your ass. if you're cooking breakfast, she's coming behind you and placing her hands on your hips, peppering kisses all over your neck as she grumbles a sleepy "g'morning, angel" that has you getting all fuzzy and blushy <3
˖ she's an absolute puppy when it comes to head and back scratches, immediately closing her eyes or looking at you almost pleadingly when you massage her hair, groaning softly and pecking your lips as she mutters "thankyou, baby" when you loosen up a particularly sore spot on her back. other times she's smiling fondly down at you, adoration written on her face, and others there's a little more intensity in her gaze, her eyes a little more half-lidded as she stares you down, and it makes you swallow a little and your hand stills its movement for a moment out of sudden fluster
˖ she lovesloves to draw you, her gorgeous, perfect pretty girl, she's filled sketchbooks with your face and body alone
˖ you guys can be a little childlike, but its therapeutic, kindof..running around the house or garden, chasing eachother amidst screams and laughter, ellie tackling you into the gras as you gasp for her to let you go, weakly punching her as she cackles. "ellie! release me this instant!" you would command in a fist of giggles "i'm afraid that won't do, princess" she'd answer in a playfully serious tone, hands keeping strong hold of you, carefully enough to not hurt you at any moment
˖ you also love giving ellie little details !! like the time you found out about a dinosaur-related exhibition at the museum and planned the whole day around it, proposing (more like informing, you knew there was no way in hell she was saying no) to go with ellie, she was so excited and kept squeezing your hand, her whole face so bright as she listened to the guides and inspected fossils and skeletons, she kissed you so much that day. or the time you suprised her with a date to the stellarium, you swore those were tears in her eyes but she chuckled and mumbled about "stupid dust in here giving me allergies", that night she made love to you sweetly and slowly and you were sure they must've missed some galaxies at the stellarium, because you were seeing whole new ones
˖ amidst ellie's hobbies was complimenting you and reminding you of how lucky she felt to have you. "you look lovely, little lamb, c'mere", she'd mumble in her usual low, smooth voice, chuckling a little to herself as she patted her thigh and gestured for you to come closer. or groaning a little as she stands up from the bed, from where she was waiting for you to finish getting ready on the bathroom, almost urgently placing her hands on your hips and bringing you in for a kiss "fuck, baby, where'd this dress come from? you've been hidin' it from me, huh, bunny?" she'd mumble a little raspily, before taking a moment to look at you, and you could practically see her heart growing before she whispered, sending a shiver down your spine "looks so good on you..so pretty". ellie was all about lovedrunk stares, reverent touches and whispered praise, she was all about making your mind dizzy, your body fuzzy and your soul floaty, without even trying, just speaking her mind. she was also so sweet and tender, brushing strands of your hair behind your ear and rubbing your cheek with her thumb gently, adoration seeping off of her as she spoke to you, warm and unwavering, about much she absolutelt adored you, how gorgeous, sweet, brave, intelligent, and important you were to her, your heart ached and you longed to hug her close and hard enough that your souls could merge
˖ she loves to help you do your hair !! she'll handle it with so much care, caressing your scalp and planting kisses on your shoulder, tying bows with ribbons for you "atta girl.. there you go, gorgeous" she'd whisper after she was done and you were still applying your makeup, the artificial blush being raplaced by a natural one. that was often your routine whenever you went out, she'd shower and get dressed, then sit on the chair infront of the dressing table she had built for you, smile plastered across her face as you sat down on her lap and did your makeup, sometimes she does your hair to keep busy, others she just stares in awe as you do your routine, if she's feeling a little mean she'll distract you with touches and neck kisses..she'll always hold you by the waist and, after you're done, with all the patience in the world, ask in her raspy, welcoming voice "you ready, pretty girl?"
˖ helping ellie bind <3 when she's feeling tired or lazy, or you just want an excuse to leave feathery kisses across her back and massage it softly. ellie liked the look the flat chest gave her, and you thought she always looked breathtaking, even more so when she felt confident. you're always making sure she binds safely and takes the binder off when needed for health reasons! she's so appreciative of it, how you look after her as much as she looks after you, treating her with the same care, makes her want to kiss you all over your pretty little face, and well, some other things..
nsfw
ꕤ you and ellie fit perfectly, like you were made, built, crafted for each other, your hands meeting together like puzzle pieces, as did her head between your thighs...you were compatible, to say the least, and if you were perfect matches in everything else, well, in bed...goes without saying
˖ the first time you have sex is at ellie's house after moving in together, you shared a nice dinner you had cooked together, between kisses and giggles and quiet conversation, you sat at the sofa and the movie playing at the tv was long forgotten as your lips joined, tongues dancing around each other, your hands grasping at ellie's shirt while hers pressed to your ribcage, thumb circling your side as it grew closer to your breast, making your breath hitch and your body to begin trembling, the kiss deepening as you let out shaky sighs and a soft whimper that caused her to groan lowly, stopping the kiss for a moment to look at you, her eyes were determined, but a question was written on them, ellie breathed slowly but heavily, her hand moving to your thigh, you placed your own atop hers and squeezed, and that was confirmation enough. you moved to her bedroom-your bedroom, and undressed each other with gentleness but a certain level of urgency, slipping in kisses every few seconds. she laid you on your back softly against the bed, sitting back and taking some time to marvel at the sight in front of her, you in nothing but your underwear, hair slightly messy and drapped over the pillows, blush everpresent and chest rising and falling, her eyes stopped there, and she licked her lips that were sweet with praise "gorgeous" she whispered, almost like a prayer.
she's all about consent and making sure you're comfortable those first times, asking "is this okay, dove?" "gonna touch you here, a'ight darling?" "feels good, baby, yeah?" "like this?". it's almost as if she doesn't need to ask, though, because the very first time you sleep together, there's no awkward moments, no uncertainity, no uncomfortable pain, it felt natural to you, moving in unison, you couldn't feel anything but pleasure and love.
..moving her hands that twitched with eagerness to your body, lowering her lips to yours before trailing kisses all over your body, her fingers helping get rid of the remaining pieces of cloth, and her lips leaving open mouthed kisses over the swell of your breasts before she latched onto them, her hand that was holding and caressing your hips and waist moving lower and lower.. cupping you and circling your clit, almost cooing at you when you gave a high pitched whine, hips jolting. ellie, like always when it came to you, took her sweet time the first time, loving you thoroughly, though she couldn't hold back many grunts and moans that escaped her in response to your whimpering, chanting of her name, and the feeling of your tight, warm and wet cunt, her tongue circling your nipples desperately as your hands grasped at her hair, her back, wherever you could to anchor yourself, you came atleast three times that night, with her fingers deep inside you, pumping in an out, as she whispered sweet nothings and promises into your ear, your eyes filled with tears and her heart thumping against her binded chest. and when she moved her mouth to your dripping heat you swore the world started spinning backwards, something shifted in her too, she moved her tongue like a starved man, hands squeezing your thighs as she held them up and apart, moaning and sending vibrations through you that made your tummy tighten once again, "taste so good, angel, fuck" and when you tugged at her hair with a cry of her name on your lips as you realesed your honeyed lust into her mouth, she climaxed right with you. afterwards, you shared a warm bath and slipped back into the bed, legs interwining and bodies merging to become one once again, and after that, you would never be two separate beings ever again, you were now forever bound together
˖ but anyways..let's talk about ellie's strap, shall we? although the first time you have sex she doesn't use it, she uses pretty much every other time, and the first time you have strap on sex with her...yeah it feels like having your first time all over again. she's so good with it it's almost scary, it's almost spiritual, it's practically a religious experience, and you think you could start a religion of your own, the way you chant her name like a prayer as she pounds into you, sometimes slowly, deeply, with a rocking motion that has your back arching and fingers grasping the sheets, sometimes fast, mercilessly, almost erratic, that sends your eyes rolling back and nails digging into ellie's back, that, to your misfortune (or fortune) only makes her more feral. and her relationship with her strap? oh she's fucking convinced it's part of her body, swears all over she can feel you, feel how tight and wet you are for her, how good you're taking her and her cock. swears she's gonna fuck a baby into you too, that comes out a little earlier into the relationship than intended, but again, that had made you come the hardest you ever had in your life until then, so she wasn't so sorry she slipped a little, there. "feel so good around me, sweetheart, fuck, so tight for me, gonna let me fuck a baby into you, yeah? gonna let me stuff you with my cock and make you a mommy?" jesus, she was GONE, absolutely pussydrunk and delirious as she slammed into you. if coming like, twice at the same time was possible, you were pretty sure you just did that
˖ you knew that ellie didn't want to receive and only ever wanted to give, as she knew you were only comfortable receiving and not giving, and that mutual respect, understanding and compatibility was recipe for the best hottest fucking sex ever
˖ praise kink BOTH OF YOU, the bed was basically a temple for you two, where you worshipped the other like the greatest devotees. for ellie, it was kissing you from head to toe and telling you over and over again how pretty you were, how much of a sweet, good girl, the best girl, you were, how good you were taking her, asking "give me one more, precious, hm? i know you can", touching you like it was a gift she somehow earned and wasn't quite sure why, uttering "atta' girl" and "there, there, love" when you climaxed once again, she never let you forget for even a moment how divine you were in her eyes. and yes, you weren't the only one who got off on the praise, ellie went absolutely insane when you were vocal, even more so when it was you telling her about how good she made you feel, how close you were, how you needed her and how much you loved her cock, her fingers, her mouth.. when i say ellie comes from your words (or moans, moreso) i mean it, if you add nails and hair tugs to the mix, she's sold.
˖ ellie fucking adores to eat you out, she's thirsty for it, you worry she's almost an addict, it feels like she needs to taste your juices or else she won't survive. she's an expert at it too, making your toes curl and back arch, as she laps at your dripping, tongue moving along your folds, sucking on your clit, fucking into your entrance, swirling around and making you forget everything except her name. one time, you decide to return the favor..sortof getting down on your knees infront of her sitting on the bed, you place your trembling hands on her firm thighs and sit between them, on the floor, you look up at her with doey eyes and she holds her breath, fists tightening at her sides where she's also resting them (could you say rest? they definitely aren't relaxed) atop her thighs, next to your delicate fingers. once your lips move to her strap and offer it a few kitten licks before wrapping around it, she has to force herself to not thrust into your mouth, and she stills fails because her hips halt a little off the bed, her knuckles now white as she clenches her jaw, biting the inside of her cheek and trying not to come at the sight of you, so fucking flithy and angelic, on your knees for her, pretty little mouth around her cock, sucking and bobbing your head and "fuck-" it doesn't take her long at all, and she fucks you brainless that night. you wake up feeling a little sore but still smile drowsily at the reminder of what happened, and she makes you breakfast and a warm bath and fixes it all, like always, always makes it all better
˖ there was also this thing with your tears..ellie got off on them, like, so much. she loved toying with you and making you feel so good that it made your pretty eyes well up, salty droplets streaming down your flushed cheeks as you hiccuped in pleasure. it was almost like a goal for her, making you cry, never because you were hurt or in distress, she could never forgive herself if that were to happen, but watching you become a helpless, squirmy, needy mess underneath her..yeah <3 to her, you weren't well fucked unless your pretty face was as wet as your cunt <33
˖ who said you had to be naked to be sexy? you weren't sure what it was, but for both of you, it seemed you felt there was nothing hotter than having sex almost (or straight up) fully clothed. personally, you loved to be wearing little to no clothes while ellie still hadn't taken a single one of hers off, it made you shiver in lust, how powerful she looked, affirming her dominance, it just made you absolutely dizzy to be naked or in underwear underneath her while she wore her work or everyday clothes, making you cream her fingers or cock, like this was her fucking job that she took seriously and formally. and for her...let's just say she had a bit of an obsession with just lifting your skirt, moving your panties to the side and fucking your needy cunt. the first time, it was even a little dangerous, but in her defense, she just couldn't help it
we've all seen this picture, right?...well
you were at the park one afternoon, it was a hot summer day, and you were just finishing applying sunscreen on your arms, face and legs, reminding ellie, against her grumbling, that "it's very important, skin holds memory!" your sundress had ridden up a little in your movements, now resting high at your thighs, it also cupped your tits divinely and when you dared to move your slicked hand to your chest and rub the cream there, she paused in her complaining, breath going still as her eyes darkened more than two shades, and really, she swore you were doing that in purpose. you then laid down on your back over the blanket you had brought for the picnic, shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand, ellie rasped her throat, fixing her shirt and feeling the sweat at her collarbones, and when you looked at her with your big, confused eyes, she cursed under her breath, hand moving to your thigh to rub it softly, humming, "mmh..guess it is important" she muttered, giving in, your breath hitched, tummy tugging as you slightly propped yourself up on elbows, looking at your lover "ellie..what're you doing?" you whispered, watching her hand never leave your thigh, her darkened over emerald eyes locking you in her gaze, before narrowing them a little, as if she didn't know what you were talking about "what'dya mean?" she repllied mindlessly, free hand picking a strawberry from the little pot by her side, as her fingers drifted higher up your leg, making you almost squeeze them together. "ellie, we're- there's people.." you murmured weakly, heat pooling in your belly and making your hands all numb, she chewed on her strawberry calmly, sucking her thumb and pointer finger, swallowing and tilting her head to the side, eyebrows twitching in a furrow as she lifted one, try again, "are there?" she replied quietly, hand squeezing the flesh of your thigh pointedy, you looked around to realize she was correct, there was seemingly no one else, the space was open and big, and you felt your cheeks heating up, a thrill of excitement rushing through you as your eyes met ellie's again, whose already seemed comitted.
her fingers dug into the inside of your thigh, her other hand now also occupying itself with your leg, caressing and rubbing up and down, feeling the soft, slightly sticky skin, glistening under the sun because of the sunscreen you had previously applied, she took in a heavy breath, licking her lips "gonna let me touch you here, sugar? wanna feel good?" she half whispered-half cooed, so mean and for what, your thighs were already pressing together, a whimper at your lips that you bit on a little pout "dress looks so fucking pretty on you it should be illegal" she mumbled, almost tsk'ing, as she started playing with the hem of your lace panties, mouth still moving to talk as her hands wandered "such a gorgeous girl, i'm going kind of insane over here, you know? you gotta give me some credit, babe, d'you have any idea what i have to deal with? seeing you like this all the time? no fucking fair" she grumbled, and she was rambling, mind somewhere else entirely, toying with your underwear for just another second before urgently moving it to the side and shoving a finger in with no warning, it was more surprising to you than it was to your body, though, your cunt dripping and prepared for ellie, like always. you moaned, head falling back and elbows almost giving out, and ellie chuckled darkly, pupils blown "gonna want to keep quiet, bamb, if you're too loud others will hear your pretty sounds and wonder what's going on, we don't want that, do we?" she whispered airily, gods, she was so evil, her finger pumping in n out slowly and firmly, hitting that spot that had your legs trembling already, as you swallowed your whimpers, trying to continue propping yourself up while your hands shook and grasped at the blanket and the grass, biting your lip and hoping the pleading look in your eyes induced some kind of mercy from ellie. judging by the way she slipped a second finger in while holding you in her intense gaze, you reckoned it didn't. in a matter of few minutes, you were already walking on the edge, now completely laying on your back, ellie's movements speeding up as you chanted a string of bouncy moans, her free hand caressed your waist, moving to rub against your ribcage before her thumb brushed over your clothed nipple, you stirred, closing your eyes and cried out "els, m'gnuh.." you trailed off, cutting yourself off with a high pitched whine that you tried to supress in delayed time by forceflly biting down on your lip, ellie's face all but brightened, like christmas came early "you're gonna come, doll? yeah, yeah you are..come for me, baby, come for ellie" she groaned, one thumb pressing against your nipple and the other to your clit, you arched your back and did as told. after you came down from your high, ellie carefully removed her fingers from you and brought them to her mouth, sucking them just like she had after eating the strawberry, only this time a little more hungrily as she moaned at the taste, "sweet"
summary: you've never been on a date, hell, you've never even kissed anyone. ellie decides to be a good best friend and teach you how! wow.. so kind of her..
warnings: 18+, nearly every chapter will have a somewhat sexual element to it (this one is probably the tamest?), cursing, alcohol/drug mention, suggestive themes... cheating if u squint
a/n: i want bff!ellie and that's all... friends to lovers??? fav trope. i hope i do this justice and i hope you guys like it... ai audios at the end as usual
"in every universe, you are my dark star."
You felt like a fucking loser.
Well, you usually felt like a loser, but as you sat on Dina’s couch researching what to wear on a first date you felt absolutely lame. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been asked out on a date before, it’s just that no one you liked had asked you out on a date before. A girl had never asked you out on a date before. But since the cute girl from your chemistry lab had asked you if you wanted to go to dinner with her, you happily agreed.
You were just… inexperienced and although it never bothered you before as you approached the time for your date you were becoming increasingly more nervous. What to wear, what to order, and what to talk about were all things you were not familiar with and you wanted to be, if anything, overly prepared. So you did the only thing you knew how to: Google it.
Your feet were tucked under your legs as you sat crisscrossed on the couch. From the living room, you could hear Dina and Jesse laughing in the kitchen as they snacked on whatever they had available in their pantry. Ellie was sat at the dining room table with a scale in front of her, measuring and sorting loose flowers into dime bags. This was what a regular Friday night looked like for your friends. It usually ended in Ellie passing around one of her pre-rolls as you watched a shitty movie Jesse had suggested, but tonight you planned to leave early for your date.
As if Ellie could sense the tension rolling off of you from her place at the table, she plopped herself next to you on the couch, startling you from your anxious state.
“Jesus, fuck-” You looked at Ellie with wide eyes, her green ones staring back and searching your face as if she was analyzing you. “We need to put a bell on you. You scared the shit out of me.”
“I practically stomped over here, it’s not my fault that whatever-” She gestured back and forth between you and your phone. “Is going on with that stopped you from hearing me.”
You rolled your eyes at her fully knowing she was right but not wanting to give her that satisfaction. “Yeah, whatever.”
“Soooo,” She began, drawing out the sound as she placed her arm behind you on the couch and leaned into you. “What’s got you all nervous today? I swear whenever you’re nervous, I get nervous.”
You groaned, leaning your head back and into Ellie’s arm. You tilted your head slightly to look at her. She looked comfortable in her grey hoodie, her other hand tucked into the pocket. Her eyes were locked on yours and her eyebrows knit together. She was concerned about you. If the reason you were freaking out wasn’t so juvenile you would be eating this up, but instead you just felt guilty. It annoyed you how well she knew you sometimes.
“It’s so stupid, El.” Your voice came out in a whisper almost as if you were telling her a secret. “You’re gonna laugh at me” Her face softened as she offered you a small smile.
“How much do you wanna bet it’s not stupid?” She leaned her head back on the couch, trying to match your posture. “And if I laugh you have full permission to punch me.”
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second. You knew that she would never make fun of you for freaking out over a date, but that didn’t stop you from being reluctant to say it out loud.
“I have a date tonight.” When you opened your eyes you scanned her face looking for a hint of a smile, something that would tell you not to stress. Instead, you saw a different emotion flicker over her face, something you couldn’t quite place. Shock? No. Sadness? No. Disappointment? Close enough. It didn’t make much sense to you but as quick as it was there, it was gone.
“And?” She didn’t sound annoyed, but she didn’t sound happy for you. For the first time in your life, you were having a difficult time reading her.
“And I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never been on a date before.” With your admission, you squinted your eyes causing your nose to scrunch. The reaction you were getting from Ellie was hard to read and you were already beginning to feel extremely embarrassed. When you finally did adjust your vision to look at her she just looked confused.
“Why did I not know you’ve never been on a date?”
“Cause I never told you.” You laughed, a downturned smile on your face. “Not really the best talking point.” You were trying to lighten the mood but Ellie’s expression never changed.
“I mean, it makes sense.” She casually said. If you were anyone else you may have laughed it off, but the sentence cause a sharp pain in your chest. Your mouth fell open as you gasped and playfully pushed her shoulder.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Her eyes widened as she realized how you took her sentence.
“No, no- fuck. I just mean like you spend all your time with me. You never really talk about anyone, I’m not saying no one would date you cause obviously I know that’s not true, I just mean… I didn’t mean it like that.” She rambled out, a frantic look on her face.
“Damn, Ellie. Tell me how you really felt.” The smile crept back up on her face as she realized you were teasing her.
“So you’ve never been on a date? So what?” She shrugged, trying to steer the conversation back in it’s original direction.
“So I don’t know what to wear, or what to talk about, or howtokiss.” You mumbled the last part of your sentence together hoping she wouldn’t notice, but she was Ellie and she noticed almost everything.
“Wear that pink floral dress you have, the one that makes your boobs look amazing. Talk about yourself, it’s a date, the whole point is to get to know each other. And what was that last thing you said?” When she spoke to you everything she said seemed so casual, but you weren’t like her. You couldn’t brush over the fact that she just told you not only does she know your wardrobe without thinking too much about it, but also makes a note of how you look in them. How your tits look in them.
“Uhm-” You cleared your throat. “I don’t know how to kiss. I’ve never done it before.” You reluctantly admitted. Again you expected Ellie to laugh at you, but she just stared at you, then your lips.
“Well, I can show you.” She shrugged, eyes trained on you. Your mouth hung open, unsure of what to do. On one hand, kissing your best friend never seems like a good idea, on the other hand, you could use the practice.
“I mean… now?” You asked, your body heating up in anticipation. She looked completely serious, her lips were a straight line and her body seemed completely calm. She was the complete opposite of you. She slightly got up and leaned over you as she peered into the kitchen, presumably checking for Dina and Jesse. As she sat back down she took another quick glance at your lips.
“Yeah, now. Just a quick lesson before your date.” She said it matter-of-factly almost as if this would just be a case of a friend helping another friend. Like she was offering to help you move or something. A part of you assumed you were overthinking it. If she was so nonchalant about it, then it must not be a big deal. Right?
“Yeah, okay. It couldn’t hurt, right?”
“Don’t think so.” She agreed.
“So, what do I do? Do I just-” You placed your phone on the couch between you before cupping her cheek. Ellie placed her hand that was previously in her pocket over yours and moved your hand down to her thigh before leaning in close to you.
“Just relax, I’ll show you how.” Her voice came out in a whisper that you could feel ghost your lips. You were unsure of when she got so close but you could smell her, feel her short and rapid breaths coming from her nose. If you moved an inch your lips would be on hers, but you decided to let her take control.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as she closed the small gap between your faces and pressed her chapped lips against yours. Your eyelids fluttered closed as you froze, unsure of what to do next. Her hand that was still resting on yours tapped the back of your hand. Almost instinctively you parted your lips and hummed when her tongue tentatively brushed against yours. It almost felt natural, her tongue in your mouth and your hand on your thigh, but as she slowly pulled her face back from you, you suddenly wanted more.
Your free hand grabbed the back of her head, your lips capturing hers once again. You were fighting to feel her tongue in your mouth again but understood what she wanted when her lips parted. Her hand which had been resting behind your head for a better part of your conversation had made its way down to your waist and gently pulled you into her. Your chests were impossibly close together and every little noise you made caused her to get more and more aggressive. Your whole body was burning and you were attempting to ignore the wetness that was growing at your center, but Ellie just kept going. She guided your hand further up her thigh, humming into your mouth as you brushed your thumb over her inner thigh.
With the hand that was previously trapped in your hair, you steadied yourself with a hand on her shoulder as you pushed her back in an attempt to straddle her. Both your hands had moved. Her hands found their place at the base of your hips and yours were gripping the back of her neck. Her lips felt like fucking magic as she began to suck on your bottom lip. You could feel a tightness in your core, something you were all too familiar with. Your clothed hips ground down on hers, causing her to gasp and break away from you instantly.
“Fuck, fuck. Okay.” She sighed, leaning away from you and gently pushing you away from her. When you got a good look at her her lips were swollen and eyes red and glossy. You wanted to kiss her again, you wanted to relieve the pain you were beginning to feel, but the situation was beginning to set in for you.
“I can’t believe you’ve never done that before.” She blinked up at you, her hands rubbing at your sides distracting you. Your mind was practically empty.
“Was I okay?” You asked bashfully, causing her to snort. All she did was lean up and press a kiss to the side of your lips, before pushing you off of her and back onto the couch.
“You were more than okay, that was-” She stopped herself as she looked at you. Her eyes scanned your face, staying too long on your lips. “I think your date will go great.” Something in her tone seemed solemn, but she had a gentle smile on her face, and her hand was still hoovering the side of your body.
“Thank you.” You said quietly, eyes never leaving her.
“I should get back to work, and you should go get ready.” She pushed herself off the couch and made her way back to the dining room table, leaving you sitting there licking your lips just for the taste of her. A second after her you got up too, grabbing your bag from the coffee table in front of you. Ellie turned back around to look at you from the table.
“Wear the dress, and uh-” She stopped to look you up and down. “Text me when you get home tonight.”
Some purely indulgent period comfort bc I feel like death rn.
Abby x Fem!reader
Abby walked through the door to your shared home, a cozy house in the safe haven of Jackson. She eagerly toed of her boots and dropped her pack onto the floor, relief flooding her muscles as she relaxed for the first time today. Her brows furrowed, finding the atmosphere oddly quiet, normally you'd be in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or in the living room rewatching one of your many DVDs and VHS tapes that you had traded for over time.
Abby checked around the downstairs, calling out your name a few times, trying not to panic, but she knew for a fact that you were home today, as this morning you let her know that you felt as if you were coming down with something and politely asked if she could let Maria know that you'd be out today. Abby had offered to stay home aswell to look after you, but you stubbornly refused, assuring her that you'd be fine, and it was nothing major. She made her way upstairs letting out a sigh of relief when she found your normally closed door slightly open, your shared silent signal that one of you was home and welcome to come into the room. You had this odd system to communicate easily when one of you was feeling a bit too overwhelmed. If the door was closed, you didn't want to be bothered, and it was best to check back in another 15 minutes. If the door was open, it was a green light.
Abby slowly pushed the door the rest of the way open "Angel? You alright?" She spoke softer than normal, being cautious of a possible headache.
You grumbled, rolling over in your queen sized bed to look up at your beautiful girlfriend, her braid was a bit messy from patrol, the lightest sheen of sweat still remains on her skin.
Abby's eyes widened. That would definitely explain your recent feelings and attitude with her lately. You met her gaze, looking down to the bed and seeing a small bloodstain right where you were laying before you moved to see Abby.
"fuuuucckkk this is not what I needed today" you groaned out, hopping off the bed you started stripping the sheets off the bed, throwing the blankets and pillows aside.
Abby came up behind you gently peeling you hands off the sheets "how about you go start a bath for yourself and I'll take care of this hm? I'll join you in a bit if you'd like, just leave your clothes outside the door and I'll throw em in with the sheets."
You smiled at her kindness, "thank you my love but it's my blood, Im sure I can handle it" you gave her a peck on the cheek and reached back for the sheets, before you could get your hands back on them you felt an intense cramp bloom throughout your lower abdomen causing you to clutch your stomache and fold in on yourself to try and relieve the pain.
Abby quickly caught you before you could make it to the ground, she picked you up like a toddler, you holding on tightly to her front as you buried your face in her neck. "never said you couldn't handle it sugar, just said to go start your bath, bein all stubborn and sorts" she set you down on the bathroom counter, moving to the tub to start some water, throwing a small amount of your soap in there to create a sheen of bubbles.
Abby went back to standing in front of you, you leaned forward to give her a kiss, her hands coming to your hips and rubbing gently to try and soothe your pain. She pulled away first, knowing she had to go out the sheets in the wash before they were permanently stained, not that she'd mind, but she knew you would always feel terrible about it and she couldnt have that.
Your gaze drifted down to her pants where you saw a small red spot on her cargos, her eyes followed your line of sight, "I'm sorry" you muttered out dropping your gaze to the floor in shame.
Her hand moved to grab a hold of your chin, making you look to her "hey, none of that, s'not your fault, I'm the one who picked you up, I'll just throw em in with everything else, totally not a big deal. Speaking of which, let's get you into that bath"
Abby helped you strip your clothing, easily lifting you once again to the bath, causing you to mumble out "I have legs y'know."
Abby smiled, setting you down in the bath, "I'm aware grumpy, but I like carrying you, and I didn't feel much protest, so looks like your stuck with me."
Settling down into the bath, the water soothing your aches you stuck your tongue out at Abby, to which she quickly reciprocated before beginning to rid herself of her stained pants. She could feel your eyes on her, drinking in every detail, appreciating her muscular legs covered by her boxers.
"You keep staring like that there's gonna be more than a lil' stain on those sheets" You blushed at her comment, quickly hiding your face in your hands, even though you were sitting in the bath. Abby smirked at your reaction, quite pleased with herself that she could still do that to you even after years together.
She walked over to you, bending down to give you a loving kiss on your lips, pulling away before you could pull her back into you.
"I'm gonna go throw this stuff in the wash, I'll be back to check on you in a bit"
You gave a small nod, watching her leave the room and close the door behind her to trap the heat in, you sunk back down into the bath, focusing on how the warm water slowly soothed your cramps, helping your aching muscles. You closed your eyes, letting the time pass by as you drifted in and out of consciousness.
You were snapped out of your daze by a small knock on the door, followed by the creak the old door made as it opened.
"hey sweet girl, the water is probably getting a bit cold now yeah? You ready to get out?"
Not that you had really noticed, but now that you were activley thinking about it the water was getting colder.
"yeah I think I'm ready to get out, my stomache is starting to hurt again"
"alright you pull the drain for me, do you want some help out?"
A small silent nod was all you could muster
Abby gave you a sympathetic smile, knowing how easily embarrassed you got, and not the biggest fan of asking if asking for help unless it was absolutely necessary. She slowly helped you out of the bath, wrapping you in a fresh towel.
Giving a small peck on your head she left you to continue drying off, disappearing once again into your room.
She came back with a set of comfy clothes and a washed period cup that Maria had gifted to you and many others. Setting them down on the counter she looked back to you as you started to towel dry your hair.
"You want help changing as well? or do you want me to come check on you in a few minutes?" Abby said
"I think I'll be okay to do it myself, thank you abs. love you"
" 'course baby, anything for you. I'll come make sure you aren't dead in a few minutes alright? I love you too."
A few minutes had passed and just as Abby was getting up to come check on you, the bathroom door opened to reveal you in one of abbys oversized t-shirts and a pair of your own comfy underwear, her shirt practically looked like a dress on you so you didn't mind the lack of pants.
"Hi beautiful, you wanna come lay down?" abby asked as she pat your side of the bed next to her, the sheets changed and abbys attempt at making the bed.
"ugh please do not call me that right now. Im barley passing as human at the moment"
Abby snorts at your comment. "oh no! should we take you to get tested for cordycepts?!! If you go down I'm coming with your ass, you arent getting rid of me that easily"
Her comment causes you to let out a small laugh "haha very funny. I forgot to do the dishes last night and i need to finish them, so ill come lay down after."
You turn around to walk out of the room before baby could start protesting. You genuinely thought you had gotten aways with it too, reaching the top of the stairs before being tugged back into the solid chest you knew by heart.
"in what world do you think I'm going to let my ovulating girlfriend go do house chores when she almost collapsed earlier from her own cramps" Abby eyed you down as you tried to avoid her gaze.
She bent down a bit before tapping the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. "Cmon sugar, no getting out of this one, lemme take care of you like you deserve."
You huffed, but jumped up regardless, Abby walking the both of you back to your room.
Abby set you down gently on your shared bed, situating the blankets over you til you were comfortable.
"Thank you for taking care of me" you smiled up at her
"always" abby returned the smile, leaning down to give you a kiss on the lips.
"Will you come cuddle and hold my stomach please"
"course i will. you want something to eat first though?"
"not right now, i think itll only upset my stomach more. maybe we could make soup together for dinner"
Abby slid in the bed behind you, her warm arm coming around your lower abdomen "That sounds great baby"
you hummed in content at her comforting embrace, letting out a deep breath as her warm hand helped soothe you cramps. "will you read to me? please?"
"you want me to read one of my medical books to you?"
"I dont care what you read as long as I get to listen to your voice"
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