sadiestarrs

“my name is caitlyn.”

[sadiestarrs]

⋆˚࿔ sadie, (she/her), blk, not a minor⋆˚࿔

caitlyn kiramman's gf (real), i write sometimes, guitarist and singer, virgo, arcane, tlou, and blue eye samurai stan, chronic tea drinker, minors dni, aspiring screenwriter/anthropologist/director, cat lover, asks open!

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[eylloe]

Between the mountains

[luneillusoire]

me and you

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[lemonbbars]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ellie williams likes it when you beg. it all started one fateful night—a typical tuesday; you bent over the bathroom counter while she plowed her strap into you from behind, savoring each and every one of the fucked out moans she elicited when she pushed back in. soon enough you hit your high. and that’s when she heard it. a “please, ellie.” falling from your pretty pink lips. she swears she almost came from just that.

the memory practically haunts her, so clear and vivid it’s impossible to ignore. so much so that, every so often, when your nights were long, when she was all alone, she’d slip a shy hand past the elastic band of her boxers and replay the memory; your fucked out face in the mirror, your angelic voice, your lips in the shape of that desperate little word: please.

she makes it her mission to hear it again the next time she’s with you. and she’s relentless. this time she has you on all fours—arms shaking as she pulls out for the millionth time. “fuck-ellieee” you whine in frustration, your orgasm ripped from your grasp once more. “what the fuck?” you could tell she wanted something, but she just wouldn’t tell you what.

then, nothing but an accident really, the magic word finally slips past your lips. “ellie, can you please just fuck me already.” you’re too heady to notice the way her grip on your hips tightened, the way her jaw locked at the sound, so you’re taken by surprise when she grants you your reward of entrance. you moan loud when she pushes back into you without warning, whispering a soft “that’s all you had to say, baby.”

you learn quickly what to say to get what you want, and ellie thinks she might be in heaven. every “ohmygod ellie, please don’t stop” and “please keep going els i’m so close” only sent her further toward her own high, her own moans joining yours in the hot air, just as wanton, voice high and cracking as the pressure in her abdomen built. “yeah, you like that, baby?”’s and “tell me how bad you want it”’s graced your ears with every thrust, making your eyes roll back, your arch deepen.

your orgasm is mind-numbing, and you make sure ellie knows it. your moans leave your lips loud, shameless, tipping ellie over the edge as she fucked you through your high. a broken “f-fuck-” is the last you hear before her hips stutter behind you.

you bring it up once she’s cleaned you up, tucked you both into bed with you nuzzled close to her chest. “i didn’t know my voice was that hot.” you tease. she scoffs, feigning nonchalance though you can sense the subtle shyness. “get over yourself.” “ellie, you came from my voice.” you give a satisfied smile when she rolls her eyes in response, too flustered to think up a quip.

“might just have to start recording shit for you.” this time you don’t miss the shift in ellie’s face, eyebrows raised almost hopefully as if to say ‘seriously?’ “would you actually?” she asks, and you just giggle in response, “maybe,” you say sweetly, reaching up to press a chaste kiss on her nose, “if you say ‘please’.”

[sun-blood-red]

Had a thing for the road signs....

The Last Of Us Part 2 Scenery

[miaumiudoll]

brothers!best friend!ellie when your brother introduces ellie to you and ellie was very happy to meet you and also a little head over heels and she makes you and her in tomodachi life . .

themes & tropes : brothers!best friend!ellie williams fem!reader tooth rotting fluff lesbian yearning very!nerdy!ellie tomodachi life mentioned !! & femme!lesbian!reader

creds to @dearbaes for the trope idea!! love your work :)

the first time your brother brings ellie over, you’re on the couch, knees tucked under you, a bag of sour gummy worms balanced on your stomach.

you don’t look up at first.

you just heard the front door click shut, your brother’s voice rumbling about some new game he’s been playing.

and then a second voice, a little raspy, a little nervous, laughing at something he said.

“—and this is my sister,” your brother says, and you finally glance up.

ellie williams is standing in your living room like she’s not sure she’s allowed to be there.

she’s all flannel and freckles and a mop of auburn hair shoved under a backwards baseball cap.

her hands shoved deep in her jacket pockets. her eyes land on you and she freezes.

but only just for a second. just long enough for you to notice the way her throat moves when she swallows.

“uh. hey.” her voice cracks on the single syllable. she clears her throat, cheeks flushing pink.

“i’m ellie. obviously. your brother’s, uh. yeah. we’re friends. best friends. i mean, i don’t know if he told you, but. yeah.”

your brother snorts. “dude, chill.”

ellie shoots him a look that’s half murder, half please shut up forever.

you can’t help it, you smile, and she sees it.

and her whole face goes through about seventeen different emotions in two seconds flat.

“hi,” you say, voice soft. “i’ve heard a lot about you.”

“all bad, i hope,” she says, and then winces like she immediately regrets the joke.

you laugh, and ellie looks like she’s just been handed the last slice of pizza at a party.

she’s completely gone. you can tell. it’s written all over her.

three weeks later, ellie is at your apartment almost every day.

she claims it’s to hang out with your brother, but your brother works nights.

so it’s usually just her on your couch, legs pulled up, 3ds in her hands, mumbling about island layouts and how her villagers keep moving their houses into weird spots.

“you’re really into this game,” you say one evening, sitting beside her with a cup of tea.

you’re wearing one of your oversized sweaters, hair loose.

and ellie keeps sneaking glances at you like she’s trying to memorize your face.

“it’s called tomodachi life: living the dream ,” she says, holding the ds out so you can see. “you make little people, aka miis and they live on an island and do stuff. it’s stupid, but. i don’t know. it’s cozy.”

“show me.”

ellie’s eyes light up. she scoots closer, her shoulder pressing against yours, and you feel the warmth of her through her flannel.

she navigates to her island, and there they are.

a bunch of little cartoon characters with big heads and tiny bodies, wandering around in a colorful world.

“this one’s me,” she says, pointing to a mii with ellie’s messy hair and a little smirk. “and this one's—”

she pauses. hesitates. her thumb hovers over a mii with long hair and a soft smile.

wearing a little sweater that looks suspiciously like the one you have on right now.

“that’s you,” she says quietly.

“i made you. i hope that’s not weird. it’s probably weird. i can delete it, i just, i thought it’d be nice. to have you on the island. even if it’s just, like. a digital version of you.”

you look at her. she’s not looking at you. her ears are red, her jaw tight, like she’s bracing for you to laugh or tell her she’s being creepy.

“ellie.” you say, serious.

she flinches. “yeah?”

“that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” you say seriously and sweetly.

she finally looks up, and the relief in her eyes is so raw, so open, it makes your chest ache. “really?”

“really.” you say, jokingly.

you lean in and press a kiss to her cheek, soft and quick. ellie makes a sound like a deflating balloon.

and when you pull back, she’s bright red, grinning.

“okay,” she says, voice a little hoarse. “okay. cool. so. do you want to see our apartment? in the game. i decorated it. it’s not much, but there’s a cat.”

“you gave us a cat?” you ask, curious.

“obviously. we’re lesbians. we have to have a cat.” ellie says sarcastically.

you laugh, and she laughs too.

and the two of you spend the rest of the night on the couch, shoulders pressed together.

watching little digital versions of yourselves fall in love on a tiny island screen.

and when your brother comes home at 2am, he finds you both asleep, your head on ellie’s shoulder.

her cheek resting on your hair, the ds still glowing faintly on the coffee table.

he doesn’t say a word. just turns it off, drapes a blanket over both of you, and heads to his room, smiling to himself.

mae mae's ending notes: first drabble !! hey hey everybody!! hope you enjoyed :D i tried my best with this one :( the graphic above was made by me please do not steal! i will open commissions for that if you want!

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can u do an angst fic of Ellie but we used to be exes?🥹 and a little bit of enemies to lovers

CASTAWAY

SYNOPSIS: After Joel's surgery, you and your ex-girlfriend Ellie end up stuck playing house for a week. Hating seems a lot easier than admitting you miss each other, right?

WC: 4.9k | CW: angst-ish, swear words, mentions of a surgery (nothing graphic). idk it's pretty tame n simple. ellie x fem reader. ellie and reader fight over the stupidest little thing istg

a/n: oh my god?? i loved this prompt and i loved writing it, it's my very first time like fully writing for ellie so hope i'm not going too ooc... anyways thank u i really enjoyed writing this!!!

The drive back from the hospital is quiet. Well, except for the occasional grumble coming from Joel whenever the car hits a bump too hard.

“Oops.”

“M’okay,” he mutters from the passenger seat, one hand pressed carefully against his abdomen. “Quit lookin’ at me like that. Makes me feel like a gutted fish.”

You snort softly, eyes flicking toward him before returning to the road. “You literally had surgery yesterday.”

“Tiny surgery.”

“You still got an organ removed, old man.”

“Tiny organ.”

There’s no real bite behind his words. The pain meds are clearly doing their job; Joel already feels his eyelids heavier than usual and he doesn’t even try to keep arguing with you.

The familiar neighborhood comes into view a few minutes later. By the time you pull into the driveway, Joel’s already unbuckling his own seatbelt.

“Easy,” you warn as he immediately reaches for the door handle. “Jesus, at least let me help you first.”

“I can walk.”

“Mhm, and I can bench press a truck.”

He huffs under his breath but allows you to come around the car anyway. The afternoon air is chilly enough to bite at your cheeks as you help him carefully out of the passenger seat, one arm steady around him while he grumbles out being treated like he’s ninety years old.

“Y’know,” you cut him mid-rant, “you complain a lot for someone who almost burst an appendix.”

“It was not bursting.”

“The doctor said—”

“He didn’t know shit.”

You laugh quietly under your breath as you guide him up the porch steps. The inside of the house smells exactly the same as always: coffee grounds, old wood, and laundry detergent. Your body moves instinctively, kicking the door shut behind you before helping Joel settle carefully onto the couch.

Joel eyes you as you grab the folded blanket from the armrest and toss it over him. “Have you always been this bossy?”

“Pff, I’m not bossy.”

“Uh-huh. Definitely got it from Ellie.”

The name lands heavier than either of you expect.

Ellie. The stubborn foul-mouthed girl he’d taken in years ago and somehow ended up loving like she’d always been his. And your ex-girlfriend, too.

It’s been almost eight months since the breakup. Eight months since life started pulling the two of you in ten different directions at once and every attempt to hold the relationship together somehow turned into another exhausting argument neither of you really knew how to fix.

Stress from school, work, the future— all of it seemed to twist into self-destruction eventually. Every conversation turned into tension, sharp words, or silence. And finally, a messy breakup neither of you handled well.

You tried distancing yourself after everything imploded between you two. But Joel still texted you every couple of weeks asking how work was going, still invited you out from breakfast some Saturdays, still called whenever he needed help setting up some new appliance because Ellie “explains shit like an asshole” (his words, not yours… but you agree).

And you kept answering and showing up because losing Ellie had already felt like grieving someone alive. Losing Joel too would have made it unbearable.

Your hands pause briefly against the blanket before you straighten up again, pretending it didn’t affect you at all.

“Speaking of,” you say carefully, “did she ever get back to you?”

Joel sighs, leaning his head back against the couch cushions.

“Nah. Left her a voicemail last night and a text like an hour ago,” he scratches at his beard tiredly. “Kid’s busy lately. Finals, class, whatever… and this happened pretty fast.”

Of course. Typical fucking Ellie, you think to yourself.

You bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to stop the thought from fully showing on your face, though something must still slip through because Joel gives you a look.

“She ain’t ignoring me on purpose.”

“I didn’t say she was.”

“Thought it real loud, though.”

You roll your eyes and move toward the kitchen before he can see the guilty twitch at the corner of your mouth.

“Well,” you open the fridge, a sad sigh leaving your mouth as you inspect the contents inside, “I’m glad you reached out. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t live off saltines and beer while recovering… or ever.”

“Beer’s got grain in it.”

“Oh my God.”

Joel’s low chuckle follows you through the kitchen, warm despite everything.

Half an hour later, you’re halfway through making him tea when the front door suddenly swings open hard enough to rattle the frame.

“Joel?” her voice is breathless and rushed. “Shit, I’m sorry. I just got your text, my phone was dead and I had this stupid lab this morning and—”

The words cut off abruptly.

You look up and there she is. Ellie stands frozen near the doorway, grocery bags hanging from one hand and a pharmacy bag crushed tightly in the other. Her hair’s messier than you remember, auburn strands escaping the loose bun at the nape of her neck, dark circles sitting heavily beneath tired green eyes.

She stares at you, clearly not prepared for this possibility at all. Honestly, you weren’t either.

Joel clears his throat from the couch. “This is awkward as hell.”

His voice finally jolts Ellie back to life.

“What’re you doing here?” she asks immediately.

You lean casually against the kitchen counter despite the sudden tightness in your chest. “Nice to see you too.”

“I’m serious.”

“Joel needed help.”

“Yeah, and I’m here now.”

You glance pointedly at the grocery bags cutting into her fingers. “Little late for that.”

Ellie’s jaw tightens instantly. “I came as soon as I heard.”

“It’s been a minute and I’m not hearing any ‘thanks for sticking by my dad through his surgery, taking him back home and staying through his recovery’ yet.”

“Don’t start with— Wait.” Her eyebrows pinch together. “You’re doing what?”

Joel groans loudly from the couch. “M’too sober for this.”

Neither of you acknowledge him.

“I’m staying for a week,” you explain flatly. “Doctor said someone should keep an eye on him the first few days.”

Ellie lets out a short laugh, finding the idea ridiculous. “Okay. No need for that. I’m here now, so you can go.”

Your own eyebrows lift immediately. “Excuse me?”

“He’s my dad,” Ellie drops the pharmacy bag onto the counter with a sharp thud. “I can handle it.”

“I’m right here,” Joel grumbles out, but neither of you pay attention to it.

“He still needs help,” you gesture vaguely. “You just said you barely checked your phone because of class.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t take care of him.”

“You planning on teleporting back every three to four hours to give him meds? And what if he has an emergency?”

Ellie opens her mouth, then closes it again. Got her.

You cross your arms. “Exactly.”

Joel points vaguely between the two of you from the couch. “Y’know, normal people usually say hello first.”

“You stay out of this,” both of you snap in unison.

He sinks deeper into the cushions. “Jesus Christ.”

Ellie drags a hand down her face tiredly. She’s already overwhelmed enough as it is— finals week, barely sleeping, shifts at the tattoo shop, and now this. Guilt flashes briefly across her face because she hadn’t been there when Joel needed her most.

But you were. The thought alone scratches at every raw nerve she already has.

“My classes are mostly mornings and I got like one or two shifts at the shop this week,” she exhales sharply through her nose. “I’ll be here afternoons and pretty much most nights.”

You hesitate for half a second before answering. “Well… I work afternoons.”

Ellie glances up. “So?”

“So,” you continue reluctantly, “if we both take care of him, someone would always be around in case anything happens.”

The room falls quiet for a second.

The solution makes practical sense, and that’s the problem. Because now both of you are staring at the very real possibility of spending the next week under the same roof again— sharing space, routines, and pretending your breakup didn’t leave bruises neither of you ever properly dealt with.

Ellie looks about as thrilled as you feel. Her shoulders tense slightly, face turned away as she avoids your eyes altogether. You tap your fingers restlessly against the kitchen counter, dread clear in your expression.

Joel, however, looks deeply entertained now.

“Compromise,” he hums. “Very proud of you girls.”

“Shut up, Joel,” Ellie rolls her eyes before finally looking back at you, annoyance slipping out. “Fine, we’re doing this. But we’re not hanging out or anything, don’t get any weird ideas.”

“Ew, that’s not even a concern,” you deadpan.

She drags a hand down her face for the second time now, and you notice now. There’s a slight squint around her eyes, tension pulling between her brows.

Your body reacts before your pride can stop it. You grab the aspirin bottle from beside the sink and toss it toward her without warning.

Ellie catches it automatically midair and looks surprised once she read the label. “…what?”

“You do that thing with your eye when you’ve got a migraine,” you say simply, turning back toward the counter and pretending to focus on the tea instead of her.

“What thing?”

“The squinting.”

Ellie scoffs instantly. “I don’t squint.”

But she still takes the aspirin anyway.

Joel watches the entire exchange from the couch before lifting his hand tiredly. “Can I get my fuckin’ tea now?”

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You’re already up by seven-thirty, moving around the kitchen in an oversized shirt and sleep shorts while butter crackles softly in the pan. The doctor had been annoyingly specific about making sure Joel ate before taking his meds, which means you’re now forcing scrambled eggs onto a stubborn sixty-year-old man before eight in the morning.

“Can you at least add some ham and cheese?” he complains from the kitchen table.

“Should have said that before I finished cooking.”

“Shit.”

You snort quietly, sliding a plate in front of him before reaching automatically for the pill bottle beside the sink.

The coffee finishes brewing when the clock catches your attention. 8:04am.

No footsteps, no cabinet doors slamming, no sight of Ellie. Weird.

Joel notices too. “Didn’t Ellie say she had class today?”

“She did.”

“Mind checking on her?”

You sigh dramatically and set the mug down onto the counter. “Do I have to?”

Joel gives you a look.

The hallway feels oddly familiar in the morning light. You stop outside Ellie’s room —technically, the guest room now— and knock twice. There’s no response.

You knock louder this time. “Ellie?”

A muffled groan answers you. Then nothing again.

“The things I do for this old man,” you mutter under your breath before pushing the door open slightly.

The room’s dim, curtains still mostly closed. Ellie’s completely buried beneath the blankets, one arm hanging off the side of the bed while her phone sits on the floor, just out of her reach. She must have dropped it late at night when she fell asleep.

“Ellie,” there’s another groan in response, but she doesn’t move, so you try again. “Ellie, it’s after eight.”

Her eyes snap open and she bolts upright so fast she nearly tangles herself in the blankets.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

You lean against the doorway, deeply unimpressed, while she scrambles around the bed looking for clothes and lets out five different curses every two seconds.

You watch her for a second before crossing your arms. “Most people use alarms, y’know?”

She frantically grabs her phone, squinting at the screen.

Then, without thinking, she blurts. “I turned the volume off cause you hate loud alarms.”

Oh. That’s old. Like, old old. It belonged to another version of you two entirely. Back when you used to stay over constantly, when she still lived at Joel’s. Sleepy mornings tangled together in her room while her six different alarms nearly gave you a heart attack until she eventually started muting them for your sake.

Ellie realizes what she said almost immediately and scowls, throwing the phone onto the bed.

“Not because of you,” she mutters quickly. “Wasn’t in the mood to hear bitching first thing in the morning.”

Ah. There it is.

“The only one bitching here is you.”

“Can you just leave so I can get changed, weirdo?”

You push yourself off the doorway. “God, relax. Nobody wants to see your morning goblin form anyway.”

“Nobody wants to show it to you,” Ellie mumbles while digging through the bag full of clothes she brought from her place.

“Little late for that.”

She flips you off without even looking. You head back toward the kitchen, hearing drawers slam and muffled cursing behind you the entire way down the hallway.

Joel looks up from the table the second you walk back in. “She alive?”

“Unfortunately.”

You drop into the chair across from him with a quiet sigh, finally grabbing your own plate now that this little moment of chaos has temporarily settled.

Joel eyes you over the rim of his mug. “For two exes that can’t stand each other, y’all sure bicker like an old married couple.”

You point your fork at him immediately. “Careful, old man. Your blood pressure can’t handle this.”

“I’m not even that fuckin’ old.”

The kitchen falls into a quieter rhythm soon after. The soft hum of the fridge, silverware clinking against plates, Joel occasionally grumbling every time he shifts wrong in his chair.

About five minutes later, Ellie storms into the kitchen with her backpack loosely slung over one shoulder, flannel half buttoned, hair still damp around the edges from splashing water on her face to look more awake.

She heads straight for the counter, pours the coffee onto a travel mug and, without even asking, steals a piece of toast directly off Joel’s plate.

“I was eating that.”

“You love me,” she shoots back before taking a bite.

She’s already halfway toward the front door before slowing slightly, eyes flicking toward you for the briefest second. She clears her throat awkwardly and points vaguely toward Joel, a piece of toast still hanging from her mouth.

“I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“I leave around one-thirty,” you shrug, taking a sip of your own water bottle.

Ellie nods. “Got it. Bye.”

She’s gone before either of you can respond, the door shutting behind her with a soft thud. Off the corner of your eye, you can see Joel open up his mouth again.

“No,” you cut him off immediately, not even looking up from your plate. “Shut your cake hole. I don’t wanna hear a peep from you.”

He leans back in his chair slowly, deeply offended. “Maybe I was gonna ask you to pass the jam.”

“There’s no jam.”

Joel frowns for a second before muttering, “Maybe I wanted some.”

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A couple of minutes past one, the front door finally opens again.

You’re in the kitchen packing leftovers into containers by then, moving around with casual efficiency. Ellie walks in looking significantly more alive than she did earlier, though barely. She lets her backpack drop to the floor as she plops into a chair.

“Someone’s more alive,” you greet without looking up.

“Someone’s more annoying,” Ellie rolls her eyes automatically, already shrugging off her flannel when the smell of food properly hits her. “…did you cook?”

“No, Joel did. Right after he did a hundred push-ups.”

“Smartass.”

You snort softly and finally glance at her. There’s ink smudged faintly across the side of her hand, probably from class notes, and she looks exhausted. You push down any concern, and before she can say anything else, you start pointing toward the counter one thing at a time.

“Joel already took his noon meds,” you start. “Next dose is at four, but make sure he eats first or he’ll get nauseous again.”

Ellie’s brows furrow slightly. “Again?”

“He tried taking them on an empty stomach.”

She nods once, quieter now. She catches herself actually looking at you as you keep moving around the kitchen. At the way you tidy up as you speak, at the tiredness sitting beneath your eyes, even though you’re clearly trying not to show it.

There’s an awkward twist in her chest at the thought of how naturally you’ve slipped into taking care of Joel.

“He’s asleep right now,” you continue, not even noticing the way she’s staring at you now. “The meds knocked him out like twenty minutes ago. Food’s ready for whenever he feels hungry, but there’s some Jell-O in the fridge if he’s still nauseous and wants something light.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t let him try to bend down. He seems to think stitches are a suggestion.”

“I think I got this.”

“And I’ll be back around eight,” you keep going, grabbing your bag from the chair nearby. “I can bring dinner on the way home if he’s not vibing with the food I made. Remember he has to eat something before—”

“Yo,” Ellie cuts in finally, somewhere between amused and defensive now. “Chill. I can take care of him.”

You adjust the strap of your bag awkwardly now. “I know. I’m just saying.”

“You know I’m a competent human being, right?”

Something about the comment and the tone she uses instantly rubs you the wrong way.

“I never said you weren’t.”

“You kinda act like it.”

“Oh my God,” you shake your head. “You’re seriously getting defensive over me explaining your dad’s medications’ instructions?”

“My dad, Y/N, you just said it,” Ellie pushes herself upright and gestures vaguely at you. “You always do this shit. You swoop wanting to handle everything personally cause if you don’t, your world falls apart.”

The words hit harder than they should.

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Her expression tightens immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You weren’t even there for his surgery,” you set your bag down harder than necessary.

“I got here as soon as I could.”

“Yeah, a day and a half later.”

“Fucking hell,” Ellie scoffs, hurt flashing briefly across her face before anger covers it back up. “You think I don’t already feel shitty enough about that?”

“You sure have a funny way of showing you care.”

The second the words leave your mouth, the kitchen goes dead quiet. Ellie just stares at you, and God, you know that look.

You’ve seen it before after arguments and bad days, after fights where Ellie acted angry because admitting she was hurt felt worse somehow. A past version of you would immediately stop and try to mend things, to take a step back and find a way to diffuse the situation.

But you’re angry too. Angry because she disappeared emotionally for months before the breakup. Angry because loving Ellie had sometimes felt like trying to hold onto smoke with your bare hands, hurting yourself only to find out it vanished anyways. Angry because part of you still cared enough for this to hurt after all this time.

“Don’t you even dare do that,” Ellie says finally, voice quieter but rougher now. “You know I do care.”

The kitchen feels too small, too warm. Your pulse thuds hard against your ribs.

“You tend to shut people out, Ellie.”

“Yeah? And you smother people until they can’t fucking breathe.”

Regret flickers across Ellie’s face right after.

She remembers it too. The suffocating months before the breakup, you trying to fix things every single time she spiraled, the constant talk to me, let me help, stop shutting me out. Ellie had always hated herself for needing help. That was the part you never fully understood.

How every worried look from you only made her feel more broken, every attempt to pull her closer only reminded her she was failing at being the kind of girlfriend you deserved.

She’d started avoiding conversations because she was exhausted, then avoiding your texts because she didn’t know what to say anymore, then avoiding you altogether because every time she looked at you, all she could see was disappointment slowly replacing love.

And well… you both know how that ended. A horrible final argument, too many cruel things said out of exhaustion and hurt. Ellie telling you maybe you’d both be happier if you stopped trying so hard to save something that clearly wasn’t working anymore.

Your eyes sting suddenly, and you hate it.

After eight months, after everything, she still knows exactly where to hurt you. And maybe you know where to hurt her too.

“I’m running late,” you grab your bag again, the words hollow as they leave your mouth. “Your plate’s in the microwave.”

Neither of you apologizes or takes it back.

The second the door shuts behind you, Ellie exhales shakily through her nose and drags both hands over her face. The kitchen still smells like the food you made, you even left her a plate and it’s still sitting warm inside the microwave, and for one stupid second all she can think about is how arguments between you never used to end like this before.

They used to end tangled together under blankets, voices quieter, one of you apologizing first while the other pretended to stay mad a little longer.

That feels like another lifetime now.

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The house is quieter when you get back. Not silent, because Joel always has the TV on for background noise even when he’s barely paying attention to it, but quieter in a way it sends a chill down your body after your argument with Ellie.

You lock the front door behind you and immediately catch the smell of food lingering in the air.

“Hey,” Joel calls from the couch when he notices you walking in. “You’re late.”

You shrug off your jacket slowly. “Lots of traffic.”

It’s not entirely a lie. You had driven around the block twice before coming inside, though.

Your eyes flick briefly toward the kitchen. Ellie’s there, rinsing dishes at the sink with her back turned to you. Sleeves pushed up to her elbows, damp hair curling slightly at the nape of her neck from a shower she must’ve taken earlier. She doesn’t look over when she hears you come in.

You turn your attention back to Joel, not even wanting to greet her.

“Did you take your meds already?”

“Yeah,” he nods, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen in a weak attempt to force normalcy back into the room. “She gave ‘em to me after we ate some pasta she made.”

“Cool,” you answer quietly.

Ellie dries her hands on a dish towel without turning around. “There’s some left if you want.”

Your chest tightens a little at her tone. It’s just so… normal. Like the argument never happened and neither of you said things designed to cut deep. After all, the two of you had always been good at pretending things were fine right until they completely fell apart.

“Thanks.”

You move toward the kitchen carefully and Ellie shifts sideways almost the exact same moment to make space for you, without either of you actually acknowledging each other.

There’s a plate waiting for you at the table, beneath the little plastic cover Joel insists on using. Your throat tightens unexpectedly, because of course Ellie would remember you usually come home starving after work.

The silence stretches while you pick absentmindedly at your food instead of eating properly. Ellie leans against the far end of the counter scrolling through her phone, though you can tell she’s not actually reading anything. Every few seconds her thumb stops moving completely.

Joel clears his throat, clearly seconds away from losing his mind over the tension sitting in every corner of the house.

“So,” he starts, volume louder than necessary over the TV. “How was work?”

You glance over your shoulder toward him. “Awful.”

“That bad?”

“Customer service is the hardest part of it,” you sigh, finally forcing yourself to eat a proper bite. A memory crosses your mind and a tiny smile tugs briefly at the corner of your mouth. “But this old lady gave me a chocolate cause she said I looked like I was ‘having a hard time’.”

Joel lets out a laugh at that. Before silence can settle again, Ellie speaks without lifting her eyes from her phone.

“That’s kinda nice.”

The words should feel harmless. But after this afternoon, they make a wave of annoyance twist sharply inside your chest.

“Don’t act like you care.”

Ellie’s thumb stops moving against her phone screen. Slowly, she looks up at you, irritation flashing across her face almost instantly.

“I was just responding to what you said.”

“Next time, keep to your usual brooding and sulking self, got it?”

“Jesus,” Joel mutters quietly, visibly sinking deeper into the couch cushions. Both of you ignore him, too caught up with your discussion now.

Ellie pushes herself off the counter. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“No, actually, I don’t,” her voice sharpens immediately. “You want me to ignore you completely? Cause you get pissed when I do that too, remember?”

Your stomach twists. There she is again, picking at an open wound that never really had the chance to heal. She’s slipping the knife into the exact same space every time, knowing exactly where it hurts and turning it anyway.

You shake your head slowly. “Every conversation somehow turns into a fight with you.”

“With me?” Ellie scoffs, disbelief written all over her face now. “You’re the one turning me saying one nice thing into a fucking attack.”

“Because it feels fake!”

The words echo louder than you intended. Ellie just stares at you for a second, jaw tightening hard enough you can see the muscle jump beneath her skin.

“That’s not fair,” her voice almost cracks this time.

Good, you think bitterly. Maybe she should feel worse.

But then guilt immediately follows right after, hot and ugly in your chest.

Joel suddenly pushes himself upright with a pained grunt. “You girls are exhaustin’.”

He gives you two a disappointed look, and neither of you has the courage to respond.

“Doctor said stress is bad for recovery,” he mutters. “Pretty sure watchin’ my daughter and her ex, who is basically like another daughter at this point, verbally knife each other every time they interact counts as stress.”

Guilt twists heavily in your stomach at his words, throat tightening instantly. Ellie looks away, jaw tight.

Joel sighs heavily, grabbing the remote. “M’goin’ to bed before one of you says somethin’ even stupider.”

“Joel—” you start quietly.

“Nah,” he gestures vaguely without much energy behind it. “Figure your shit out or don’t. Just keep me out of it.”

The words land harder than either of you expect.

Underneath the irritation and the grumbling is something worse: exhaustion. Joel’s pale beneath the warm light of the living room, movements slower than usual as he presses a careful hand against his abdomen. And suddenly, the fight feels childish.

You move first automatically, stepping toward to help, but Ellie does too at the exact same time. The two of you awkwardly stop short beside each other.

Joel stares between you both flatly. “I got two hands-free nurses and still gotta walk myself to bed.”

“Sorry,” you mutter immediately.

Ellie rubs the back of her neck. “…yeah, sorry.”

Joel grunts, too tired to fully accept the apology, but he lets Ellie help him down the hallway while you trail behind carrying his water bottle and meds for later.

Once Joel’s settled into bed, you’re quick to finally give him some time alone to rest. The bedroom door clicks shut behind you both a moment later, leaving you and Ellie standing awkwardly in the hallway again.

Ellie exhales slowly through her nose.

“We should probably…” she starts, then grimaces like the words physically pain her as they leave her mouth. “Maybe not fight in front of him again.”

You cross your arms instinctively, ready to snap back, but Joel shifts loudly in his room and you freeze. There’s a long silence after that, and you let out a tired sigh.

“I’m serious,” Ellie says more quietly this time. “We don’t gotta suddenly become friends or whatever, but can we maybe not turn every conversation into a fight for like one week?”

Your shoulders loosen slightly with a long exhale. The look Joel had given you just minutes ago… yeah, no, you don’t want to end up losing him too just because you can’t get along with your ex-girlfriend.

“Fine,” you mutter reluctantly. “It’s a truce.”

She nods once. “Truce.”

A beat passes. Then, because neither of you knows how to exist in softness for too long anymore, Ellie gestures vaguely toward the living room.

“You drool in your sleep, by the way.”

“I absolutely do not,” you shake your head.

“You absolutely do.”

A tiny smirk tugs briefly at the corner of Ellie’s mouth before she looks away. For a second, it almost feels like one of those old nights again. The ones where arguments stretched long past midnight until both of you were too tired to keep fighting.

Except back then, both of you would eventually drift closer. Your knees would bump under the table, she’d steal your hoodie, one of you would apologize quietly into the dark because being apart felt worse than being angry.

You turn away toward the living room before you can keep spiraling any further. Ellie hesitates for a moment, wanting to add something, anything else, but she doesn’t.

A moment later, you hear her bedroom door close softly down the hallway, leaving you alone in the couch with the awful ache of realizing that loving each other had once been the easiest thing in the world.

[hohloghoul]

😛

[liliesplusdaisies]

‘Spread all of my limbs out ──────────

────────── and let you lay in it’

Socially Anxious!Reader X Jealous!Ellie

WC ↝ 3.2k+

Summary ↝ Ellie's friends invite the two of you to their housewarming party. She gets a little jealous when you are constantly pulled into conversation, but she knows a way to keep your attention on her.

Content Warning ↝ Smut, Under The Table Fingering (r!receiving), Praise, Sound Control, Fingers In Mouth.

“Ready to go?” Ellie says, walking into your shared bedroom. Her friend invited her to a housewarming party. On the invitation, it said plus-ones were welcome, so of course Ellie asked if you wanted to tag along. You always had a fun time with her friends, but social gatherings made you a little nervous. You felt like you had to be perfect, at least appearance-wise. From your hair to the polish on your toes, you wanted to be presentable.

“Do you think this outfit is fine?” Ellie is now on the bed, sitting as you stand in front of her looking in the mirror, her hands reach forward to pull you back into her lap. She kisses your cheek and your neck, “Baby, you’d look good in anything.” Her hands explored your body, landing soft rubs on ur thighs. She picks the fabric of your skirt up a little, “Just make sure you don’t need to pick anything up tonight.” She laughs.

The skirt wasn’t that short, but as the night went on, it tended to ride up. You wondered if it had a mind of its own. “Hmm, and what if I do?” You say, leaning back and kissing her lips. She breathes into your kiss and moves your thighs so that you are sitting on one of hers instead of both. Your middle is directly on her denim. “I would hate to have to punish you,” She starts kissing me again, “But you do look so pretty when you beg.” She bites her lip at the memory. 

Her own hormones are scrambling at the current interaction. “Let's just arrive a little late,” Ellie says, kissing your neck. You stand up because you know it doesn’t take you much, a few licks to your neck, and everything you have planned goes out the window. “No, Els, I don’t wanna be the last ones, everyone will be looking at us when we enter.” The anxiety pushes into your brain. You need to make a good impression, especially since you haven’t hung out with Ellie’s friends in a while. Ellie sighs and leans forward, her elbows to her knees and her hands to her face. 

She runs her hands down her face dramatically like she’s fighting to keep her composure. You laugh. “Don’t be dramatic, Ellie, I'm sure we won't go straight to sleep with the drinks we plan on having.” You slyly smile and leave the room, you knew saying that would rile her up. Drunk sex was Ellie's favorite; you weren’t as shy and worried about how you looked in the moment, the sex became more about the feeling and no longer about how you were presenting.

You loved it too, you were able to moan freely, no care in the world about how loud you were, or how pathetic you looked while you begged Ellie to give you exactly what you needed. You’d do anything with the courage fueling your actions. You requested an Uber, knowing you guys would probably be too drunk to drive back. Ellie was right behind you, looking over your shoulder to see how far away it was. “3 minutes, baby, do you have your lip gloss?” You smile at her reminder. Every time you forget your lip gloss in the house, you go insane, keeping your lips tucked in embarrassment until you find a store that sells one. 

You rush to the room, grab it, and stuff it in your bag. You also take the house keys from Ellie because she tends to lose things even when not under the influence. The Uber is arriving, so we do one last glance over to see if there's anything we forgot, “The gift!” You almost scream at the realization. Showing up to a housewarming party without a gift would be insane, so you made sure to buy and wrap it beforehand. “I’ll get it, princess, start heading out.”

When she comes back to you, her brows furrow in confusion, “I have the key, remember?” She face palms a little embarrassed that she forgot within minutes. You just laugh and lock up. The ride is short, only a 5-minute drive, and you yap Ellie's ear off about how nervous you are, but she doesn’t care; she loves it, actually. You were usually shy, so the fact that you are so comfortable speaking your mind to her makes her heart swell.

“It’ll be fine, angel, it always is,” She says, pressing a kiss on your forehead. You just take a deep inhale. When the Uber slows to a stop, your heart speeds a little, and you start picking at your nails. Ellie steps out of the car first so she can hold your hand as you exit the car. “Breathe, baby.” She has noticed the slight shake in your hands. You follow her directions and hold onto her arm. The press of her body on yours, calming you. You can hear the music outside the house. “Does she live by herself?” The house was huge, you were wondering how she could afford it, “She lives with her friends, 3 of them, so 4 in total, I'm guessing they split the mortgage.”

Ellie was shocked at the size, too, but the older she got, the more the people around her were settling into their careers. Stable income became a new common. Right before she knocks, you stop her, “Wait! Does my hair look fine? And my makeup?” Ellie tilts her head to the side. She pulls you in for a hug, squeezes you tight, making you laugh at the pressure, “You're gonna make me explode!” She laughs. You can practically hear the dirty thought pop into her head. “I don’t even wanna know what you're about to say.” Your anxiousness eases. 

Ellie was good at distracting you from your thoughts, often using humor to help. “You look absolutely ravishing,” She says, the word catching you off guard, “Someone’s learned a new word.” She pinches your hip, and you squeal, “I know more words than you.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “If it helps you sleep at night,” you retort. Ellie didn’t read much, but she wished she did. She mostly played guitar or other instruments. You made it your mission to get her back into it, often making her read a line from your books when it got interesting. Now, she makes you read it out loud whenever she’s near you and your books.

Four knocks, your body stills, and overwhelming thoughts swarm you. “Ellie!” It’s Illaine, one of Ellie's close friends. She was really fun and sweet, so you relaxed a little at the sight of her. “Hi sweetface, I missed you!” Illaine says while pulling you into a hug. “I missed you too! Is this your housewarming?” Illiane shakes her head no, it’s not mine, it’s Kameel’s.” You never met her before, so you just nod. You were about to speak again, but Ellie beats you to it, “Can you guys not fuck right in front of me?” 

You and Illaine groan at her drama, “You are so dramatic, Els,” She says. Ellie just laughs, obviously joking, but she did get a little jealous whenever people had your attention for too long. Illaine goes in first, and you two follow behind. You can hear the mummering of people conversing. Some of them are pulling you and Ellie into brief small talk.

“Hi!” A girl you’ve never seen before steps in front of you with a pink solo cup filled with what you presume to be jungle juice, a mixed drink. You tilt your head a little, hoping the two of you have truly never met and your memory wasn’t playing tricks on you. “I’m Kameel, you?” You take the cup from her, telling her your name simultaneously. She nods and looks at Ellie, “And you?” Kameel asks. Ellie rolls her eyes playfully, “You’re so annoying.” Kameel already knew Ellie, but she wanted to lighten the interaction a little by joking around.

She hands Ellie a cup, too, handing you guys a Sharpie to write your names on the cup so they don’t get mixed up. Ellie never lets you pick up a cup you’ve put down, so it was kind of pointless; you do it anyway, not wanting to be rude. Kameel beckons the two of you over to the dining table. There, a game was currently in session. An intense game of Uno, where if anyone draws a plus 2 or 4, the rest of the group has to drink. You laugh when you see someone slam down a plus 2. The rest of the table groans, but still lifts their cup to their lips. 

In the kitchen, people are sitting and eating. An array of burgers and fries was in the center of the table with the sign in front saying, ‘Help yourself.’ You thought it was cute, but you already ate before you left. After that, Kameel brings you to the back patio, the sun was already down, and the fairy lights danced around. There were people playing trivia. At the end of each round, whoever had the most incorrect answers had to take 2 shots. 

“There’s a pool table in the basement, and other games. You guys are free to do whatever you want, just make sure you keep sipping on your drink,” Kameel says with a small laugh, then goes back inside, leaving you two on the patio. “What do you want to do first?” Let's go see if they're done with that round of Uno.” Ellie nods and leads you back in. The table is at the far end of the living room. It’s a rectangle with 2 by 4 seats, making room for 12 people to play. You and Ellie take the end with 2 seats sitting side by side, nearest to the wall. “Do you know the rules?” Someone asks you. “Yeah, I heard you guys playing earlier. I think I understand.” You say, your voice a little quiet. “If you get confused, let me know!” She smiles while shuffling the deck. 

Someone on the left of you starts speaking to you. Ellie was caught in a conversation of her own. “So when did you two meet?” The girl asks, a bit invasive as a first question, you think, but when you smell the alcohol on her breath, you understand her boldness. “3 years ago, sophomore year of college.” You answer swiftly. “What college did you go to?” She asks, and the conversation flows rather nicely. Ellie’s hand is on your thigh now, but when you look over at her, she is still in conversation with someone across the table. You just continue speaking to the girl near you. 

The game starts, and someone immediately draws a +2; the bottle and shot glasses are passed around. Everyone but the person who drew the card takes a shot. By the end of the first round, you have taken 3 shots and finished half your jungle juice, using it as a chaser. You weren’t that much of a lightweight, so you only felt it a little. Ellie, on the other hand? She was already chatting up a storm, something she usually does when she’s had quite a bit to drink.

Another person pulls you into a conversation, while someone shuffles the deck again and distributes it. She was complimenting your outfit and asking you where you got the pieces from. As you were answering, you feel Ellie's hand on your thigh rise. They were now at the band of your hip. You looked back at her; she was talking freely with someone else. So you brushed it off. The conversation between the two of you continued, and you were now asking questions of your own.

Ellie's hand sat right on top of your clothed cunt, already wet from the earlier banter. You stiffened a little and looked around slightly, wondering if anyone noticed. The lights were dim, and the tablecloths were long enough to cover your legs. Plus, you guys were closest to the wall, so as long as you acted like nothing was happening, no one would notice.

You ease a little at the realization. Just as you begin to speak, her hand lifts the fabric of your underwear, and she rubs your clit with the smallest circles, making sure her arms are still. You bit your lip, your cards becoming the most interesting thing in the world. Thankfully, the conversation you were in ended, and you can focus on being still and playing the game. 

“Drink!” you hear. You take your fourth shot, and while everyone laughs freely and is distracted, she slips a finger inside you. You squeeze your thighs around her hands, not sure if you can be quiet if she keeps going. She takes her finger out of you and pinches your thigh. A nonverbal cue to keep your legs open.

You knew no one would notice if you kept your composure, so you complied. This time, 2 fingers entered you. The practiced precision is almost too good. Everyone seems to have forgotten about the game, pulled into conversations with one another. You are relieved now, only having one thing to worry about. Acting normal. Her pace was slow, but the risk and liquid courage turned you on that much more. You brought the jungle juice to your lips. She expertly contorted her fingers just the way you like it. When she applied pressure to the perfect spot, you choked on your drink, making you cough. 

You stood up, excusing yourself to the bathroom, and Ellie followed. You find the bathroom after asking a few people. Ellie locks the door. Her eyes gazed over your body with greed. She pushed you against the door. Kissing you with hunger, no easing into it at all, her fingers found your wet cunt, and carefully danced against your slit.

“What made you so wet, hmm?” Ellie moans at the memory. She was shocked when she felt you earlier; her need to be inside you swarmed her soul. “Earl- Earlier,” You moan into her mouth as she pushes 2 fingers back into you. “Why didn’t you tell me how bad you needed me to take care of you?” Her lips were no longer on yours, colliding with your neck instead. She bit into your skin, having no urge to be soft. 

Ellie was more needy than you, her own underwear soaked, but she wasn’t worried about that. She found more pleasure in toying with you. Her other hand lifted your shirt, finding your braless tits. The shirt had a built-in padding, so you found it unnecessary. Ellie is grateful for the easy access. Her tongue found your nipple while her fingers were deep inside you. 

Your knees buckled slightly, “Els, I can't- fuck, they're gonna hear” She moans at you words. “Guess you're gonna have to be quiet then.” She says swiftly, knowing you can’t. Her free hand found your hips, holding you up and pressing you into the door a little harder to keep you still. Ellie's teeth grazed your nipple, and your lip quivered at the feeling. Wanting so badly to fill the bathroom with your moans. 

Ellie wants to hear you more than anything. She couldn't care less if anyone heard, she liked the thought of it. She picked up the pace of her fingers, and your eyes brimmed with tears. When Ellie looked at you, she moaned at the sight. “Baby, what's wrong. Is it too much?” Faux concerns laced in her tone. You were trying your best to keep quiet, but the overwhelming feelings caused your eyes to water. “Can’t-, can’t be quiet,” You say with a slight stutter.

Ellie didn’t want your tears to fall because it would ruin your mascara, and your anxiety might make the rest of your night miserable. Even though it was a beautiful sight, she wanted to relax you a little. She took her hands out of you. Lifting you so you wear on the bathroom counter, now she wouldn’t have to hold you up. She lifted one of your legs while the other one stayed down. She pulled your hips forward a little so you were angled perfectly. You were frustrated at the loss of contact. 

Ellie held your chin up so you could meet her eyes. “You gonna suck on my fingers, okay? So you won't be too loud.” She says, nodding her head at you, making sure you understand her. She knew soon your need would take over your body, and you’d stop listening to instructions, but she was trying her best to keep you focused, “Okay.” It came out like a cry.

She slipped her fingers back into you, pumping them perfectly. Then with her other hand, she took two fingers to your lips. Your mouth parted, and she placed them flat against your tongue. You were looking into her eyes as you sucked her fingers. The sight straight from heaven. Ellie was losing her battle with need, but she had to keep you focused.

When she curled her fingers into you, she saw your eyes brim with saline once again. “No, no, baby breathe,” Ellie instructed. You were trying, but it was too good. “Good job, princess, just like that.” You take a few more breaths, but her fingers aren't slowing. You were whining against her fingers, the fear of them hearing you slowly fading. Your eyes were closing, needing the feeling to consume you. “Look at me, baby eyes here.” Ellie was trying her best to keep your tears from falling, but fuck, you were a pretty sight. 

You opened your eyes a little wider and found hers, “Good girl, so good at listening.” Ellie felt you clench at her words. Her own moans flying past her lips. “Almost there, my pretty girl, you can do it.” Your orgasm was building fast. You wanted nothing more than to scream out and throw your head back, but you wanted to be her good girl. Wanted to follow directions, wanted her praise. So you stuck it through. “There you go, baby, so patient for me.”

Ellie knew you were about to cum, she wasn’t sure if she could keep your tears at bay when that happened, but that was an issue for later. She was only focused on the current moment. You started panting around her fingers. A telltale sign you were on the verge. Drool slipped past her fingers and down your chin. Ellie's eyebrows pushed towards one another, and her eyes lowered. Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. The sight made her knees buckle. “Come on, pretty girl, you can do it.” Your legs were shaking as you tried to keep them open. Your eyes shut as the orgasm consumed you. 2 lone tears fell down your cheeks, and you squeezed Ellie's forearm for stability. “There you go, good girl.” She let you ride out your high on her fingers, and when you slumped against the wall, she pulled them out. 

Your mascara ran down your face. Something Ellie tried so hard to prevent. When you saw the concern on her face, you turned to look in the mirror. Instead of getting anxious like usual, you just laugh, the liquor doing its job. “Am I still your pretty baby?” Ellie laughs at your question; her heart swells at the smile on your face and replies, “Always.” 

Author's Note ↝ Hope you liked! Sorry for any grammatical errors. Part two here!

[strawberryyydesserts]

St. Loser

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: You catfish Ellie and invite her to a party to see her misery firsthand.

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 6.0k

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: bully x victim, loser Ellie, bully reader, toxic yuri, top Ellie, bottom reader, high school au, catfishing, hate sex, rough sex, dacryphilia, strap-on sex, fingering, face slapping, slapping in general, degradation, dirty talk, edging, brief cunnilingus, hints of pervert Ellie

𝙖/𝙣: Reader is insanely insufferable but trust it's so that it'll be worth it. Also posted on ao3! click here

You've tormented Ellie ever since you met her in freshman year. It started off with making her feel stupid for trying to talk to you when she sat next to you in math class, and then turning around a few days later and acting overly friendly when you needed answers. Ellie wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what you were doing, so she made a face and simply rejected you.

People never denied you what you wanted, so you vowed to make the girl's life a living hell. The next time you saw her in an elective class, you pushed her comic book off her desk, uttering a dramatized "oops!" She gasped and yelled, "what the fuck, dude?!" in response. You sarcastically apologized to her, rolling your eyes the moment the words left your mouth.

When she still sat besides you the next day, you insinuated that she had a crush on you, that she liked girls who were mean to her. She fought back and all you could do was smile condescendingly.

You continued to bully her. You'd never do anything too obvious like slipping mean notes into her locker, but you got off just fine being patronizing. You figured out her interests by the stickers she placed on her laptop, and of course, the comic you spilled onto the floor earlier. You'd say things like, "you still like dinosaurs? Are you five?" "Oh, you like space? Grow up, it's not that cool." It would get under her skin, but as the years went on she stopped being so susceptible to your antics. The best reactions you could get out of her now were mere eye rolls or frowns.

She started to get in your head your junior year. To your delight, she didn't have you blocked on social media. So, you began to stalk her page and analyze every single selfie she'd ever posted and saved to her highlights. You'd bring her up with your friends and stalk her with them too, just to have a cheap laugh at her nerdy interests.

Time and time again, you found your thumb typing in her name just to see her pictures. Now that you looked closely at her, she was remarkably pretty. Her viridescent eyes were stunning and her freckles perfectly complimented her face. The scar on her eyebrow brought a roughness to her otherwise soft face. It made you wonder what it'd be like to run your fingers over those features.

Senior year, you told your gorgeous online friend about Ellie. You didn't tell her about how you try to make her life worse everyday, but you did tell her that Ellie was your ex-girlfriend that cheated on you multiple times. That she was manipulative and evil. That you wanted to lead her on to let her know what it's like to have your emotions played with.

She agreed to help you catfish Ellie by letting you use her pictures. You created the account, lied about being from the closest school over, and followed people from that school and yours. You followed Ellie when you gained enough followers, and luckily enough, she followed back quickly. Perfect.

You didn't want to come off too strong yet, so you eased your way into Ellie's life by liking every story she posted. You doubted she cared enough to check likes on her stories, but who cares? On the off chance she does, she'll be sure to notice you.

A week after the creation of your account, you gathered the courage to reply to one of her stories. It was a languid 20 second video of her playing guitar. One of her strangely attractive hands held down the strings on one side of the instrument while the other plucked and strummed. You could hear her softly humming over the music.

This was the perfect time to finally make a move on her. You thought for a moment before swiping up and typing,

—"You have a beautiful voice"

She took a few hours to reply, and when she did, you were disappointed. All she did was say "thank you" and react to your message with the default red heart. Seriously? Why wasn't she already head over heels in love with you? What loser wasn't immediately interested in some random girl flirting with them?

Looks like you overestimated how desperate Ellie would be. She largely kept to herself and her small friend group—of course she wasn't going to start asking for nudes right off the bat. You sighed and racked your brains for what to say next. If you stopped now, the next time you reply to a story she might have the audacity to merely heart it and move on. She replied dryly, but that didn't mean she wasn't interested. Your flirtation could've easily gotten lost through transcription.

You picked your phone back up and typed out, "you're very beautiful btw," before deleting it. She might be enough of a loser to get scared off by a girl flirting with her so directly.

You stared at the screen blankly before typing,

—"How long have you been playing guitar?"

She replied a few minutes later. All she said was,

—"i started playing a few years ago. my dad taught me"

You felt thoroughly relived at her reply. You half-expected her to leave you on delivered or respond dryly once again, but she actually gave you something to work with this time. You fought back the urge to ask, "you have a dad?" and instead replied,

—"Maybe you could try teaching me too"

You sent the message with a cheeky kiss-y face attached at the end. Your flirting had to be fool-proof now. She replied,

—"i barely know you"

Her attitude wouldn't deter you.

—"You could get to know me"

You found yourself giggling into your palm the moment you sent that text and halted it a second after realizing. You've never reacted like that with anyone else, not even during the brief period of time you dated Abby Anderson.

You flung your phone onto the foot of your bed. There was no way you were going to let someone like Ellie Williams have this much of an impact on you.

You laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling fan's blades as you thought about what you were doing. You were trying to lead on Ellie for what exactly? You knew the answer; you wanted to use her misery for your entertainment, but did you have any ulterior motives etched deep inside your brain? You slowly reached back for your phone. Ellie responded a few minutes ago, but you dismissed the notification and turned your phone face-down on your nightstand.

You'll keep her waiting. Maybe if she's desperate enough for a girl to kiss she'll still reply.

When you passed by her in school the next day, you ignored the way her body tensed when she caught sight of you coming in her direction. Normally, it'd make you smile to know you have that effect on her, but today you kept your chin high and kept walking without a bump into her shoulder. As you walked away, you could feel the way her gaze lingered on the back of your head.

You eventually opened her message in a class you didn't share with her. She asked a simple question last night,

—"what are your hobbies?"

The message stumped you. Should you lie to her and invest yourself in acting the role of being Ellie's perfect match? Or should you make it more realistic and reveal some truths about yourself?

You supposed you could let her see some of your nerdier hobbies. You've never done anything so horrid like watching anime or any type of cartoon after reaching ten, but you do like reading. Maybe she'll be impressed that you enjoy reading classics.

—"I like reading classics sometimes Prefer reading gothic novels"

She replied a few hours later, sometime after school. You almost grinned when you saw the notification.

—"i know about it it's the one with the lesbian vampire right"

—"Omg yes Funny how people remember it that way when it was written to warn girls about being gay"

—"if i lived back then i think it would've encouraged me instead"

You had to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from laughing at her response. She actually wasn't bad to talk to. Her texts inexplicably carried some sort of attractive aura within them. It's a wonder she's never had a girlfriend before. At that thought, you slapped both your cheeks and reminded yourself how much of a loser Ellie is.

—"You're funny"

—"i get that a lot"

You two had conversations like this for weeks. You sacrificed hours of sleep for the ability to text Ellie late into the night, even if you had school early in the morning. At one point, she called and you had to fight to keep your voice a lower pitch than usual. Fortunately, it was late and you were falling asleep, so your voice naturally deepened in your groggy state.

She started asking to meet up, claiming it was ridiculous that you've been talking for almost a month without meeting each other in person yet. You knew she wanted something easygoing and personal like a date, but you panicked when she brought up the topic. You knew it was a matter of time before she started to get desperate to see you.

It'd be suspicious if you said no, so you checked your calendar and noticed you had one of Owen's house parties coming up the next week. You sighed and thanked the heavens above for such convenient timing for a party. It'd be discrete enough for you to stay hidden while watching Ellie's anguish at being stood up.

The day of the party, you showed up 30 minutes late. Ellie had already notified you of her arrival, all that was left was to look for her and observe her waiting for a person who will never come. You didn't want Ellie to invade your mind the whole time, so you sought out your friends. They saw you approaching them and waved.

Abby was the first to offer you a shot of tequila. You eagerly agreed and tilted your head to let her spill the glass' contents into your mouth. Nora, Mel, and Manny cheered for the moment, yet they were almost drowned out by the bass reverberating along the walls. You wanted to stay with them, but you wanted to see Ellie more. You excused yourself to the bathroom to start your pursuit of Ellie Williams.

You walked in the direction of the bathroom to avoid any suspicions, but you deviated from the path to find Ellie. Your eyes surveyed the crowds in each room, but you couldn't find her between all the bodies.

You thought about Ellie and all her mannerisms you've picked up over the years. She'd be among the stragglers standing in corners or in the hallways.

A sudden force nearly crashed into your body. Funnily enough, it was just the person you wanted to see. The alcohol contained in the thin plastic red cup she held almost splashed onto your low-cut camisole.

"So sorry," her eyes flickered up to you and immediately widened when she realized who she bumped into. The muscles in your face almost twitched upwards at how easy she made it to make fun of her.

"Watch where you're going, loser. Why are you even here?" You could barely contain the smugness in your voice.

Her expression returned to its neutrality. "I was invited. Why else would I come here?"

You bit your tongue as you struggled to hold back the laughter threatening to overcome you any second now. You released it and smiled condescendingly. "Who invited you? They should know you probably wish you were at home reading manga or something."

Ellie swallowed back all the insults she wanted to hurl at you. "Daniela invited me."

The skin on your forehead wrinkled in feigned confusion. "Who the fuck is Daniela?"

"This girl from the next school over," Ellie mumbled.

You pointed to your ear. "Huh? The music's loud, I can't hear you!" You heard her perfectly.

Ellie raised her voice and repeated herself.

You couldn't contain yourself this time and burst out laughing at her exclamation. "Right! If you wanted to crash you could've just said so."

She took a step back from you, looking straight down. "Whatever."

"So…" You smiled at her. "Is she your girlfriend or something?"

She perked up at the question. "Not really."

Poor Ellie made it too easy to tease her. The way she blushed when you asked that question said everything. She'd fallen right into your trap.

"Not really? So that means you've been flirting with each other. What kind of girl would be into you?" you taunted. "She must be just as much of a loser."

"Can you shut up for once in your life?" She took a sip of the alcohol withheld in her shiny plastic cup.

You looked around meaninglessly, as if to check if you heard that right with a group of friends. Ellie's attitude from your first years of high school was finally coming back. You missed it.

You attempted to diffuse your embarrassment by snickering. "No, I can't, Ellie. I like talking to you."

"Well, I wish you didn't."

"Aw, Ellie… Don't be that way." You dragged out your words. "I just like teasing you. It's all in good fun."

Ellie rolled her eyes all the way to the back of her head and pulled her phone out of her pocket to begin typing with her right hand.

You clicked your tongue at her departed attention before wrapping your fingers around the phone and looking at the bright screen. She reached for you, but you avoided all her attempts at getting it back.

"This is her?" You held up a projection of the fake profile you created. You had to applaud yourself—it really did look like a real account. "I've never seen her before. She's really pretty, though. It's surprising she decided to go for you. You'll probably end up scaring her away anyway."

"Give that back!" Ellie reached for your arm. You rapidly held the phone away from her reach and started to run down the hallway with it. Ellie chased after you, cursing under her breath.

"Gonna lock myself in the bathroom and break up with her!" You looked back at her, an abhorrent grin plastered on your face.

"Stop!" she yelled.

You two surfed through waves of people on the way of the bathroom. Nora saw you smirking as you excused yourself through the crowd, pointing you out to the rest of your group.

You dashed into the empty bathroom, nearly crashing into the glass panes shielding the shower. The smell of lemon scented air freshener engulfed your nostrils as you breathed in deeply, leaning on and holding onto the marble counter behind you. You nudged the door closed with your foot, ensuring to leave it slightly ajar.

Ellie slammed into the wooden door shortly after. You held the phone out towards her, and she rapidly seized it from you. Though you could still feel the bass vibrating through the walls, the small space surrounding yourselves quieted the music so much that she could hear you say, "chill."

"Well, that was fun," you breathed out.

She glared at you and caught her breath.

She resumed typing in and sending her previous sentence. The moment she clicked send, your phone vibrated in your back pocket.

You instinctively reached for your device, and to your annoyance, Ellie snatched it out of your hand the minute it saw the light. You groaned before reaching for it, but she held it out of your reach, above her head.

All the built up smiles gained from bullying Ellie faded. You despised it when people took your stuff.

"Give it back, Ellie, I'm serious." Your voice lost its high-pitched mocking tone and returned to its natural state.

"I was serious too." Ellie slightly smirked.

"Well, sorry, I guess. Just give it back."

Ellie fully smiled for the first time this evening. It was a sight for sore eyes. "I don't think I will."

As she held your phone above her head, she angled it so that she could take a nice, long look at the screen. Just as quickly as that beautiful smile came, it dropped.

Her voice lowered. "What the fuck is this?"

"What? Ellie, just give me the phone back."

"No."

Your eye twitched and you exasperatedly exhaled, "why not?"

Suddenly, your eyes were blinded by the sight of your screen an inch away from your face. You closed your eyes, inching your head back from it. When you opened them, a notification from Ellie stared back at you. It came from your fake profile.

You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't drop.

All you could do now was play dumb. "What?" You seized the opportunity to snatch your phone back from her hands.

"Stop playing dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I don't." Your eyes reached hers. Though you've made eye contact with her several times before, this is the first time you've seen such a fire blazing in hers.

Ellie's frustration with you began to lace her once soothing voice. "What is wrong with you? What the fuck did I ever do to you?" Her eyebrows kneaded her face.

You decided that continuing to be oblivious would be boring. Ellie was already giving you an amazing show, and you wanted to give her more to work with.

"Honestly, I don't remember." Confidence returned to your demeanor.

"Are you serious?"

Your head bowed in artificial solemn. Ellie leaned against the wall in disbelief while you looked at your phone to check for any notifications from your friends. They must be wondering where you are.

"Put that shit down, I'm talking to you." Ellie's stern command cut through your nonchalance. At your refusal, she slapped your phone out of your hands and onto the tiled floor.

"Hey!" You dropped down on your knees to pick up your phone and searched for any cracks.

"Shut up. Why'd you do it?"

You leaned back against the sink, looking away from her as if to think about a response before shrugging. "I don't know. I was bored in my room one day."

Ellie tightly knit her eyes closed and exhaled. "I hate you so fucking much."

"I'd be really disappointed if you didn't."

Her fingers reached towards the doorknob and turned the lock until it gently clicked. At the realization of being trapped alone with her in a small room, your heartbeat sped up in your chest. If the music were a decibel quieter, you don't doubt she'd be able to hear its thumps.

"Finally had enough, Ellie?"

She slowly stepped towards you, trapping you between the cold sink and her warm body. Her silence sent chills traveling from your spinal cord to each of your nerve endings. She looked into your eyes, her gaze filled to the brim with hatred and jagged attraction, and leaned in.

At first, her lips gently pressed against yours, unsure of themselves, but her sweetness vanished the moment you began to kiss her back. She shoved your body further backwards with hers as she roughly kissed you. Her right thigh unconsciously slotted itself between your legs, so you couldn't escape her. Not that you wanted to, anyway.

She couldn't keep her hands to herself as she pulled away to look at your swollen lips. Her rough hand caressed your cheek and her thumb grazed your lower lip. Her other hand hesitantly lowered itself and found its home on your waist.

"What?" You paused her shameless admiration. "Are you getting shy on me now?"

Ellie shut you back up. She confidently licked your bottom lip, pushing her tongue into your waiting mouth when you allowed her to. Your tongues moved in sync with each other—you couldn't help but forget to breathe. Even then, you refused to pull away from the intense kiss until she did. You panted out and found solace in holding her shoulders. She held your waist tightly, acting as a lifeline in your dizziness.

Your mind searched for any meaningless insults to hurl at Ellie, but it came empty. To your dismay, Ellie was an amazing kisser. There was nothing to say about her performance save for the heat that made you want to clamp your thighs around her.

Ellie's low voice cut off your thoughts. "You're such a whore that you'd make out with someone you bullied for years."

You scoffed, subtly licking your lips. "You're one to talk. I knew you were into girls that are mean to you."

She almost smirked and leaned back into you, though this time, she aimed for your smooth neck adorned with a necklace Abby had given you years earlier. Ellie pushed it aside, hiding the pendant behind your hair. Her hand snaked though your locks as she pressed her first kiss beneath your carotid artery. You leaned your head back further to give her more canvas space for her lips.

Her pecks gradually turned into small sucks on your sensitive skin. Normally, you'd never let anyone mark your skin, but Ellie's harsh lips felt too soothing to pass up. Covering them up with makeup was hardly a price to pay for the sweet sensation she gave you.

Hard knocks sounded at the door, but both of you ignored the turbulence. You gripped her shoulders tightly as small gasps slipped through your lips.

After one last lick, she pulled away to look up at you. "You wanna come back to my place? My dad's out of town."

You nodded eagerly. "Can you drive?"

"I only drank a sip."

That was good enough for you. As you left the bathroom hand in hand with Ellie, the person waiting to enter sighed out of relief, but his face fell into confusion as he saw who you walked out with.

Ellie dragged you through the crowds dancing all around the house. Your friends spotted you leaving and waved their goodbyes, although they were perplexed to see you being led by a tatted arm.

She didn't bother to open the car door for you, but what could you expect? "I was expecting your car to smell like weed." She turned and gave you a dirty look, to which you shrugged. "Your eyes are red half the time in class."

On the drive to her house, Ellie held your thigh firmly, as if to remind you of what she planned to do to you when you arrived at your destination. You reciprocated her affection and placed your hand over hers.

She slowly pushed in her bedroom door and you gasped. Movie posters lined the walls—most of them pertaining to space, dinosaurs, and zombies—and a small collection of figures decorated her manga-filled bookshelf. She wasn't too hopeless though; she had a few great novels sprinkled in.

Her guitar case sat in the corner of her room where several vinyls loomed over, and next to it, was a tall collection of CDs neatly organized into a shelf.

In the corner opposite to her guitar was her desk with its grand PC that she claimed to have built herself. She rambled on and on about the process of building it in voice messages about a week ago. You didn't understand much of what she was saying, but her comforting voice nearly lulled you to sleep. Later that night, you replayed those voice messages over and over again.

Next to that desk was an easel displaying an unfinished painting and a stack of sketchbooks.

You twirled around her room to take all your surroundings in, and then turned to her to say, "Of course your room looks like this."

The Ellie you'd grown used to returned to you momentarily. She merely demanded, "Shut up and get on the bed."

Ellie's bed creaked when you laid backwards. Her messy sheets smelled exactly like her natural musk. You grabbed a fistful of them and closed your eyes, reveling in the scent consuming you. She slowly climbed over your body, taking in the sight of you beneath her before harshly resuming the make out session you'd paused in the bathroom. Her knee reached towards your center, bumping into it.

You bucked your hips along her thigh, enjoying the friction offered by the coarse denim. Your reverie was cut short immediately as her hand pinned down the side of your hip.

"Stay still," she commanded.

You didn't hesitate to disobey her. Who was she to order you around in the bedroom? So, she leaned back, withdrew her thigh, and pinned your hips down with a bruising force.

"What did I just fucking tell you?" she asked, her tone stern.

You leered at her. "You think I'll listen to you?"

"If you want me to fuck you, you will. If not, I'll just leave right now."

"This is your house."

"I'll stay at Riley's."

Her low voice sent dampness straight to your core. "Fine. I'll listen for now." You stilled your hips.

Ellie licked her lips, eying you as if you were a piece of meat under her, and began to kiss down the slope of your chest. Her warm hands slid under the camisole you wore, brushing against your waist before one hand reached under your back to undo the clasp of your bra. She tugged its straps down your arms, pulling the bra under your shirt when they were no longer attached to you. Ellie's eyes caught onto the way the form-fitting shirt perfectly outlined your breasts, and the way the thin fabric showed off your hardened nipples. She cupped them in her hands, rubbing her thumbs sensually over your nipples. You unconsciously pushed your chest further into her hands, which she reacted to by pinching the aching buds. You cried out at the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through you.

She seemed to grow tired of only playing with your breasts through clothing, so she pulled the stretchy cloth to rest under the fold connecting the fatty tissue with your abdomen. Her hands quickly enveloped the vulnerable flesh, kneading its softness reverently. She closed in on one of your breasts, wrapping her soft lips around the nipple and sucking while she pinched the other. You whimpered at the pain, your back pushing your chest into her mouth. With the hand she used to pinch you, she slapped your breast and made you flinch.

After completely taking off your top, Ellie leaned back up to quickly undo the buttons of her flannel. She discarded it on the floor and removed her undershirt and sports bra next. Her toned body was littered with freckles. Her small breasts glittered with them. Entranced, you reached up towards them, but she grabbed your wrists and kept them pinned down.

"You don't get to touch me yet." Ellie's voice almost sent you straight into an orgasm.

You paused before nodding, holding steady eye-contact with her.

She gave your breasts one last kiss before removing your shirt entirely and unbuckling the stylish belt that held your pants secure on your hips. She took her time dragging them down your legs to slowly reveal your cotton panties trimmed with lace at the edges. She snorted.

"I knew you'd wear some shit like this."

You smirked. "You've spent time thinking about what kind of panties I wear?"

Ellie's entire face flushed.

Her fingers lingered over your underwear with a feather light touch. It drove you to near insanity and elicited a strong warmth from your core. Surely Ellie could feel its burning radiation.

Her middle and ring fingers glazed over the damp spot building up in your panties. Her eyes looked at you with a hunger you had never seen before. She picked up the elastic band on the top edge of your garment and let it snap against your skin before pulling it away to uncover your dripping pussy.

Ellie was mesmerized. "Wow."

"Wow?" you bit your lip. "You know what to do with all that?"

She didn't answer, but she sent her gaze burning through you. Her hands spread open your legs, admiring how your folds bloomed like a flower. She reached for your aching clit, briefly circling the bud. She laid on her stomach, wrapping her arms snugly around your legs and kissing along the insides of your thighs. She kissed right outside your folds, but she never dared to reach it.

When she eventually did, she refused to pay any mind to your engorged clit. Instead, she covered her index finger in your wetness and plunged in.

The sensation was pleasant, but it was no where near enough. You urged her to slip in another finger or use her warm tongue on your begging clit, but Ellie remained concentrated on playing with your pussy. Occasionally, she'd look up from her reverie to revel in your discomfort and smirk.

She snuck a second finger inside you shortly, slowly picking up the pace of her wrists until you could barely see its movements. You moaned out, the sounds clashing with the bed's constant creaking. At the sight of your pleasure, Ellie slowed down. Before you could whine and tell her to keep going, she curled her fingers inside you to reach for that sweet spot deep inside you. She reached it quickly, proven by your cries, and continuously abused it.

She attentively watched your every reaction to her movements. Satisfied, she leaned in to lick a stripe against your clit. Her tongue blissfully savored you; she was completely entranced by you.

As your orgasm inched closer, Ellie sucked your clit before gently kissing it and disengaging completely. She sneered when she saw your desperate expression and squeezed your waist in mock comfort. You sat up, watching as she got off the bed and walked towards the side of the bed to pull out a cardboard box.

"What are you doing?" you asked. You folded your legs, resting your heels near your ass.

Ellie didn't bother to look at you. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

You watched as she opened the box and reached for a pitch black strap-on. You instantly covered your mouth and burst into weak, out of breath laughter.

"You have a strap?" you jeered. "Have you ever even had someone to use it on?!"

"Shut up."

As quickly as Ellie uttered those words, your face was forced to the side. The sting came right after. You gasped and held onto the warm skin, but the pain did nothing but turn you on further. You moved your hand back to cover the grin slowly creeping onto your face. Your eyes still held Ellie within that earlier jeer, but you tried to hide it from her. She still glared at you.

She then tore off the skinny jeans she wore, leaving herself in her black Calvin Klein boxers. She seemed to hesitate before stripping her last layer of protection off her body. Just as quickly as you caught a glimpse her completely nude body, she replaced her underwear with intricate straps.

Her hand lost itself back in the cardboard box until she reached for water-based lubrication. She dripped it onto her open palm and rubbed it along the silicone until it shined brightly. She did the same with your entrance.

Before you could flip over onto your hands and knees, Ellie stopped you with a hand on your hip.

"I wanna see your face while I fuck you."

You stopped, heat reaching the tips of your ears, and turned around to lay on your back with your head on one of Ellie's pillows. Your boobs laid enticingly for her, and she couldn't resist cupping a handful and squeezing.

Ellie lined her strap with your entrance and pressed in.

Your eyes closed in bliss as her strap filled you slowly and you gripped onto the sheets to cope with the pleasure taking over your senses. Your mouth opened as she began to stretch you out, a moan escaping your lips as she sheathed herself inside. Her green eyes fixated onto each of your expressions intently as she began to ram her hips into yours over and over again.

Your legs spread further, accompanied by a clenching hand on the back of your thigh. Ellie held a steady, forceful rhythm that made you lose control of your body.

You whimpered at her relentless pace, but you couldn't bring yourself to care about how pathetic it was. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes and streamed down the sides of your face. Ellie didn't bother wiping them away, but she was quick to notice, groaning, "you look way prettier when you cry."

You paid no mind to her remark, instead sighing at the rough pleasure and clutching onto the arm that held onto the top of your waist, beneath your breast. You felt her flexing bicep up and tightly held onto the hard muscle.

Your body felt as if it were about to burst. Ellie was too good at this, but there was no way she'd ever gotten laid before. You interrupted your constant moaning by mumbling, "fuck, Ellie! Did you practice on your pillows or something?"

"Shut the fuck up!" she yelled. "I fucking hate you, you stupid bitch. You've made my life miserable!"

The syllables in her last words punctuated her thrusts. Her body leaned into yours and warmed you thoroughly. With how much heat she gave you, it was like you two were having sex in a burning sauna. Sweat dripped down your skin and made your hair stick to it. Her warm mouth only furthered the sensation by dragging along the sides of your neck, leaving darkening marks along its wake.

Your arms reached over her neck and clawed along her shoulders. She grunted at the burns you gave her.

Tingles that mimicked the feeling of a numb limb spread throughout every square inch of your body. Your eyes shut tightly as you felt your impending release. Even Ellie faltered in her thrusts as she felt the pressure of you tightening around her. She applied more strength into her thrusts, relishing in the erotic noises produced by you and your cunt with each of her movements.

Every piece of stimulus reaching your brain combined and overwhelmed you. Your legs shook with the force of your pleasure. Every inch of your body tensed—your fingers dug red colored crescents into Ellie's skin and your legs clamped around her waist, but she wasn't deterred. She continued to slam back and forth into your body until your pleasure slowly subsided. She reluctantly slowed her hips, panting over you in unison with your breaths.

You calmed down with her in silence. She stood connected to you and her hands gentled their hold on you. She caressed your waist softly, they way she would've touched the fake girl you used to talk to her.

"So…" you started. "Will your dad be here in the morning?"

Ellie shook her head. Her soft auburn hair on the side of her face shook with her. "He shouldn't be."

You hummed and closed your eyes, exhausted by the night. Hers traced over your lashes and the shapes of your nose, brows, and lips.

"How much of that was real?" she whispered.

You opened your eyes and stared straight into hers. "Huh?"

"Like… when you texted me, how much of it did you mean?"

You contemplated your answer. Somehow, the intimacy of her strap-on still sitting deep inside you encouraged you to be honest with her. "I rarely lied."

Ellie seemed to accept that answer. "Do you wanna keep doing this, or..?"

You squeezed her arm. "I'd like that."

Ellie unsheathed herself from you and undid the straps holding the toy onto her hips. She dropped it into the cardboard box she set on the floor, and laid with you. You tentatively moved to lay closer to her, dropping your head on her chest. This closely, you could hear her rapid heartbeats as she wrapped an arm around you.

[754moka]

first post!

i hope to be on track the journey of renewal (in regards to my art), and what better way to start than w/ caitvi...

[prettyinpink69]

I just know Sevika loves giving you gentle face slaps when she's fucking you dumb to get your attention on her again.

Only a little tap because she knows how strong she is and she never wants to hurt you... but she does need to see you're eyes trying so hard to stay on her while they roll back or close with ecstasy (bc you know the strap game is impeccable)

And if you keep letting your head loll to the side or you keep looking away? Big mama is going to grab your jaw and force you're eyes back to hers. What can she say? Before you she was fucking girl purely doggy style so she didn't have to see them. She chose you. And she needs to see what she does to you.

[skittlesandham]

they don't bite 😉

[undetaqted]

[rileymatthews]

color palette meme: evie + staffs requested by anon

[danykindaforgotaboutdre]

I don’t go here but I think she’s a cutie patootie.

[elliesadore]

bestie ellie x reader high truth or dare ?! maybe it leads to some smut and some revealed feelings ? i love ur work🤍

──── # 3.4k ୨ৎ truth or dare ♡ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 best friend! els x best friend! reader, lowkey loser-ish ellie, confident! reader, contains mentions of weed & alcohol, smut, heated making out, pantie sniffing, best friends to lovers au, face riding, etc.

rolling a joint between your fingers, ellie quickly licked the wrapper of her own and curled the weed into a blunt that satisfied her. “now that is how you roll a bud,” she said rather pridefully, a smirk growing on her lips. leaning back against the sofa, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as she quickly tugged you into her side like normal. “not whatever weird shit you were buying.”

“alright,” you rolled your eyes softly before lifting your bud to her’s. “you made your point, dork. you’re an expert at joint rolling.”

ellie chuckled, her free hand coming to light up the bud in-between her lips. “glad you agree, sweetheart,” she muttered around the joint. lolling her head to the side, the tip of the bud met yours in order to light it. sighing, you inhaled the smoke and let it sit in your lungs to create that sweet buzz you had been craving all day.

“i’m the best in the area.”

“that’s debatable.”

“is it, princess?”

smirking, you turned to look at her; leaning into her side, you rested your head on her shoulder. “mhm,” you hummed. “i bet i could roll a lot better than you.” your best friend chuckled, her chest rumbling beneath your ear. your cheeks tinted from both the smog of weed and the abrupt flush that crawled up your neck. you loved when she got all cuddly and coddled you.

“you’re cute.”

the two of you spent the next ten to twenty minutes smoking your joints as you giggled at the dumb puns ellie attempted to make while half high. she had a much higher tolerance than you did—half a blunt was enough to knock you out, and it took her maybe one and a half in order to feel tipsy.

she loved it though. the dynamic between you two made it easier for her to tease you whenever you curled up into her side and begged for her attention. she’d never deny you of it, of course. ellie yearned for it anyways.

scratching your head, she watched from her green hues as you lended back against the sofa and propped your feet up against her lap. “m’ bored, els.” you slurred, dumping off the ash from your blunt into the ash tray. “can we play a game?”

“a game?” she questioned, tilting her head. “what kinda game, princess?” her hand came to rest against your thigh, squeezing the flesh beneath your jeans softly.

you thought for a moment. “truth or dare? and if you refuse to answer or do the dare.. you have to take a shot.” stumbling to your feet, you grabbed the spare bottle of tequila you always hid in your apartment.

ellie chuckled, watching the way you danced hazily back into her arms. perched on her lap, she inhaled shortly, acutely aware of the lack of space between you two. yeah, she enjoyed it, but it also made those weird feelings bubble up inside of her chest all over again.

“a shot, huh?”

you nodded, popping open the top and taking a swig. “whew,” you scrunched your nose, “it’s still strong.” ellie rolled her eyes and took the bottle from your hands, setting it beside her on the sofa.

“alright, babe, let’s not get drunk before the game even starts. you’re already high off your ass as it is.” she said, looking up at your face. setting her joint in the ashtray to dangle forgotten, her hands came to rest on your hips. “who goes first?”

pursing your lips, you tilted your head and thought—or whatever you could even manage as a thought—“me? i’ll ask you!” you giggled, wrapping your arms around her neck and leaning towards her. ellie inhaled sharply, nodding her head as she attempted to contain the small squeal of happiness she felt.

“truth or dare.”

“hm,” ellie murmured, “truth.”

you smirked, “who’s the last person you slept with?”

the question made her pause. in all honesty, she didn’t even know. she hadn’t slept with anyone in a while—not since she had begun to feel this tingly sensation every time your hand brushed against hers. she knew that it meant something, and whatever it was, it was too important to lose because if a one night stand. her eyes found yours again. she smiled softly.

“mm.. i’m not sure.” she answered truthfully to which you huffed out an annoyed groan. ellie’s eyes widened. “you’re such a lair!” you replied, pouting your lip.

your best-friend stared at you, “a liar?”

“yeah! you’re always sleeping around.” you said matter of fact as you grabbed the liquor bottle. “drink.”

her eyes fell from your face to the bottle, “nu-uh,” she clicked her tongue and grabbed the bottle back. “cause’ i’m not lying. my turn, anyway. truth or dare, princess?” you pouted again, but ultimately gave in to her persuasion.

she always had that affect on you.

“dare.” you said confidently.

ellie’s thumbs rubbed against your hips as she lolled her head to the side. “dare, yeah? and you’ll really do it?” she smirked, “you’ll have to drink if you don’t.” she reminded you.

“i know!”

“okay, if you insist.”

she thought for a moment before an idea popped into her head. it wasn’t too absurd. after all, the two of you had done it as a joke once or twice, but right now, it was anything but a joke. her tongue dipped out to swipe against her bottom lip, “kiss me.”

“kiss you?” you repeated her words, glancing at her lips. soft, plump, and gently pink. for a moment, the haze in your head had passed and you were aware of both the weight and heat of the moment. yes, you two had kissed before.

though, the way she was looking at you right now, seemed anything but friendly. you gulped, nodding your head. if you didn’t kiss her—not that you didn’t want to—you’d have to drink. your arms wrapped around her neck tightly as you leaned forward.

chest to chest now.

ellie’s eyes widened. you were actually going to do it?

“close your eyes, els.”

she obliged right away. her green eyes fluttered shut and she waited like a loser for your lips to brush against her’s. when they did, god, it was intoxicating. she had been starved of this feeling for too long. for you two hadn’t kissed in ages, and now, she was getting to experience it from a whole new perspective.

ellie immediately grasped your hips harder as she curled you towards her. nudging your head to a better angle, she deepened the kiss by ten fold. her tongue prodded against the slit between your lips; asking if she could proceed further than just a simple peck. this caught you off guard, but it wasn’t not pleasant. in fact, it was more than so.

a sigh escaped her when you parted for her. her tongue immediately began to roam around your mouth, pushing and pressing against your own tongue. she was fighting you for dominance, which you quickly let her take. you were never the dominant type—or at least, not with something so new as this.

your fingers curled into her short strands of hair, tugging softly. ellie groaned, bucking up her hips slightly to create that sweet friction she craved. when she realized what she did, she pulled away, cheeks flushed and lips kiss swollen. her eyes were hazy from both weed and the fact that she hadn’t even realized how quickly she was moving from just a simple kiss.

“fuck,” she mumbled beneath her breath, watching the way you stared at her face. your eyes roamed over her features, and she could help but wonder what was going through that pretty head of yours. “that was—“

you breathed out slowly, “really fucking good.”

“i know i’m— wait, what?”

she was preparing to admit that she had taken it too far and was going to play it off as not getting any game lately, but when she heard you say it was good—her entire demeanor changed. “good? you’re saying that kiss was good?”

“was it not for you?”

ellie’s hands tightened on your hips, “fuck yeah, it was good. i-i mean—fuck, i just..” your best friend stammered, unable to contain the feelings that was bubbling up onto the surface.

“are you.. nervous?” you questioned, raising a brow as you watched her flush profusely beneath your eyes.

she tried to play it off, “what—? pfft, no? me? nervous? never.” all you could do was stare at her as she avoided eye contact and kept looking away with her green hues darting every which way around the room. you chuckled, her fingers tapping nervously on your hips.

“your turn.” you said finally, easing her back into your gaze.

ellie nodded, swallowing thickly as she thought about the question. “truth or dare?” she whispered, voice trembling and heart hammering in her chest. your answer was quick; like you were waiting for her.

“truth.”

“are you.. into anyone right now?”

pursing your lips, you couldn’t help but notice the way she glanced down at the way you were seated in her lap when she asked that question. had she been thinking about that this entire time?

you shook your head, fingers curling into the bottom strands of her hair, “not.. really, but i do have a crush.” you admitted. now, this?

this caught ellie’s attention. she was quick to look back up at you, eyes wide and pupils blown like she didn’t hear you correctly the first time. she stammered, “what—? i mean, who? ya’ know, cause you usually tell me stuff like that.” she tried to play it off nonchalantly.

she was failing miserably.

you could read her too well. she knew that, and you were using it to your advantage.

“someone you know very well.” you smirked.

ellie paused. fuck, why did you have to look so cute like that? were you trying to kill her? “someone i know? don’t tell me you have a crush on one of our friends—“

“you.”

you cut her off abruptly to finish her sentence. you were tired of waiting and avoiding the obvious tension between the two of you. it was maddening to know that you could take this further if you both just owned up to the lingering feelings beneath the surface.

ellie’s jaw slackened and her mouth parted, eyes fixing on yours intensely. “don’t fuck with me.” she stated.

“you said truth or dare, i would have drank if i didn’t want to tell you the truth—“

that was all she fucking needed.

in swift movements, she had you hoisted in her arms. she had always been strong—you had spent a lot of your time watching her work out in the gym when you were bored and had nothing better to do. you even often found yourself admiring the toned definition of her biceps and back.

ellie was fucking hot, to say the least. now, you were in her arms with your thighs wrapped our her waist. she was quick to carry you to the bed, placing you gently on the mattress like you were the most delicate the thing in the entire world; as if you were more precious than her savage starlight comic book collection.

because well, you knew hardly anything compared to that. but you? fuck, to ellie, you were so much more than any possession. you were everything she wanted in a girl, and yet she had always been too scared to mess up your friendship in order to admit her underlying feelings.

but to hell with that. she would squander it as much as she wanted now, because she knew you felt the same way. you had her wrapped around your pinky so tightly, and she would gladly be tugged absolutely anywhere you had in mind.

needless to say, ellie was very needy when it comes to you. she was so used to being dominate 24/7—a butch lesbian that beats up guys for hitting on women who don’t want it, but right now, she was simply putty in your pretty little palms.

she was quick to burry her face between your legs, inhaling the fabric of your jeans. “fuck,” she muttered, fingers hooking into the loops and quickly tugging the material down your thighs. you let her, of course; lifting your hips and helping her guide it off of your body.

leaving you in a top and underwear, ellie took a long look at the body beneath her—the girl whom had her awestruck for far too long. she smirked to herself, growing hungrier by the minute. though, the more she constricted herself to strictly looking, the more the heat built up inside of her lower belly.

which was good, because that feeling was intoxicating.

“you don’t know how many times i’ve imagined this.”

“have you?”

“so much, princess.”

she come down between your thighs again, freckled nose brushing against the seam of your cotton underwear. you arch at the touch, eyes closing as she inhales your scent. her lips curl in a small growl, simply sniffing you as if she was a predator and you were her prey. which, you were—under her like a bunny caught in a trap.

she enjoyed it, clearly. “smell so good,” ellie murmured, nose sliding against the slit of your folds above the cotton. “bet you taste good, too.”

“i do.” you confirmed with a breathless nod.

she chuckles darkly, helping you out of your underwear. she holds them in her hands, glancing around at the soft cotton before bringing it to her nose again. she inhales the scent once more. “think m’ gunna keep these to reminisce.”

“ellie—“

another chuckle and she’s back between your thighs. she slaps the skin on the side and motions for you to rest your ankles against her shoulders. “come here,” she instructed, feeling the way you buck against the cold air. her cheeks warm, “greedy girl.”

“tease me more.” you begged, hands resting in her soft strands of hair. “love when you make me whine for it.”

you were confident with your words. not a blubbering mess, but sure about what you were asking for. it turns her on even more and there she was, being tugged by your pinky to do what you asked.

even if she tried being the dominant one, you were making her weaker by the moment. “yes ma’am,” she replied, dipping down to admire the wetness of your cunt. “you wanna be played with, yeah?

you nod desperately.

“fuck me, jesus.” she sighed, simply wanting to dive in and never come up for air. “gunna ransack this pussy.”

when her tongue finally meets your slit, you jolt from the pleasure. “oh!” you cried out, back arching. “shit, oh fuck—“ a ramble of curses leave your lips when she begins to lap at you softly.

she moves slowly and doesn’t take it too fast. in fact, she takes her time to taste you before she ever makes her way to your clit. you were the most sensitive there, and the way it twitched against the air only solidified that to her. the notion of that small bundle of nerves being your undoing was enough to make ellie squirm to hold herself back.

“mm,” her mouth moved with ease, tongue brushing against your entrance before swirling back up. “definitely taste like heaven.” her voice is muffled as she spoke.

you were soaked, and you knew once she got her fingers in you, you’d be dribbling all over them. your walls clenched around nothing when she reached your clit, tongue pulling circles before prodding at the sweet bundle of nerves. you whined, tugging her hair. “els.. mm—“

“yeah, let me hear you.”

“ellie, fuck, please. just use me, i wanna be used by you.”

the red head sighed a deep breath against your cunt before bringing her free hand up to massage your entrance. she prodded gently at the hole, feeling the slickness of your heat desperately try to envelope her fully; as if you were pulling her in. “shit.”

“you sound heavenly.” she complimented; to which you smirked to yourself and bucked your hips up towards her mouth. as if she was simply just a machine to be used for your pleasure.

even if that was the case, she didn’t mind.

her tongue lapped at you again, sucking on your clit before diving two fingers inside. teasing you further, she fucked you with two fingers gingerly and slowly. she just simply wanted to feel the way your hole stretched out to greet her. dear god, it was too good. going fast would ruin all the pleasure she felt from this.

“so fucking wet.” she coaxed, spreading you open even more as she added a third finger. you adjusted to her quickly, taking her in as if it was the easiest thing in the entire world. and ellie? she was absolutely smitten with the way you took it.

if only she had her strap. she would fuck you so hard with that silicon cock that you’d be screaming for her to slow down—or maybe speed up. who knows, you may like it when she’s pounding into you from behind.

your eyes rolled back, “fuck, your fingers feel so good, baby.” you whimpered, fucking onto her hand like you were in heat.

“jesus..”

you were taking control and absolutely lulling her into your sweet solace. glancing up from between your thighs, she took a good long look at your face and the way your expression twisted with every move. she was satisfied with the way you looked, and simply wanted to destroy you even more. continuing her ministrations with her fingers, she moved up to hover above your face.

her eyes glanced around your face before she took your lips with her’s and kissed your hard. her tongue slipped between your soft lips and prodded at your own with a groan. ellie’s hips bucked on their own as if seeking the sweet release she was giving to you and you alone.

she wanted it for herself, but just the mere sight and hearing you whine was enough to get her off.

she didn’t need to touch herself to cum. not with you. just touching your pussy and fucking you good would be enough to make her finish.

pulling back from your mouth, the only thing that connected you two was the pump or her three fingers and a string of saliva. your eyes were hazy and fogged over from the intenseness of her movements as she sped up. “like that?” she whispered.

you nodded quickly.

“you’re so good at this.” you praised her, and nearly broke the resistance she was holding back. ellie groaned, desperately wanting to keep her composure but at this very moment, she really didn’t want to.

quickly pulling her fingers out, she grabbed you by the hips. sitting you up, she quickly laid down against the mattress and licked her bottom lip, “sit on my face.” she instructed through a huff of air.

your lips turned upward in a smirk, heart beating rapidly. your pussy ached to feel the way she could fuck you with her tongue and not to mention completely suffocating her with your cunt.

“your face? like a chair?”

“don’t make me ask twice, princess.”

“you’d never have to, baby.”

without much thought, you crawled up to her face and lined your pussy up with her mouth. taking a seat on her face as if she was a chair, you began to grind against her tongue that splayed out to catch your clit.

and damn didn’t feel so fucking good.

you arched your back, bringing your arms up to rest behind your head as you moved. “oh shit, i’m gunna cum on your tongue just like this.” you whimpered, picking up your speed.

ellie’s hands held onto your hips to keep you steady, and you could feel the pulse of her hips as she desperately ground up into the air.

it wasn’t long until both of you were coming—ellie in her boxers and you on her tongue. you groaned softly, falling back between her legs as she sat up for air. your essence dripped down her chin, and you couldn’t help but admire the way she looked with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. you smirked.

“was that good?”

your best friend’s eyes came to rest on your figure, tits still hidden beneath the fabric of your top and bra. her stomach churned, “was it good? shit, i’m gunna fuck you every day like that.” she said, coming to grab you by the waist and pull you into her.

finding a comfortable position on your bed, she smiled warmly into your neck.

“no need to go find someone else now,” she whispered against your ear. “your crush’ likes you back.

you raised an eyebrow, “does she now?”

“most definitely.”

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