✮ loser!ellie who loses her shit when she sees you show up to your date at the mall in a miniskirt
✮ loser!ellie who can’t stop lagging behind to take quick peeks at your ass
✮ loser!ellie whose pupils blow out at the sight of your thighs when you sit down
✮ loser!ellie who lets you drag her into any and every store, following behind you like a puppy
✮ loser!ellie who eyes a strap in spencer’s but is too embarrassed to say anything
✮ loser!ellie who’s never bored of watching you try things on, giving her honest opinion on every item of clothing you walk out with on
✮ loser!ellie who pays for almost everything, backing off with a small pout whenever you firmly insist it’s your turn to pay
✮ loser!ellie who gets embarrassed when you lead her into a victoria’s secret, blushing furiously and averting her eyes as if the mannequins were real people
✮ loser!ellie who complains of a headache in bath and body works, but insists you take your time to enjoy yourself when you suggest going somewhere else
✮ loser!ellie who asks very politely to take you home afterwards
✮ loser!ellie who lets you pull her into her bedroom and push her up against the door with no resistance whatsoever
✮ loser!ellie who helps you take off her belt so nicely when you struggle with the buckle, adding a mumbled “sorry, let me do it for you.”
✮ loser!ellie whose legs give out as you suck on her cunt whilst she’s against her bedroom door, giving you no warning as she just topples over onto you
✮ loser!ellie who’s absolutely mortified and can’t stop apologizing as you giggle and try to reassure her
✮ loser!ellie who returns the favor eagerly after you calm her down and move to the bed, hands trembling as she spreads your legs and buries her face between them
✮ loser!ellie who tries to maintain eye contact but gets embarrassed when you let out a rather loud moan, opting to just close her eyes instead
✮ loser!ellie who sucks on your clit like it’s a dumdum lollipop, tongue swirling around it with hyper focus on not overstimulating you
✮ loser!ellie who cleans the both of you up and let’s you nap on her chest after, her rambling on about a comic book fading as you drift off to sleep
like she heard the door creak open and her brain short-circuited, like she knew you’d come straight to the bedroom and find her right there, legs folded underneath her, face tilted up, pupils blown wide and practically vibrating where she kneels at the edge of the bed.
“hi,” she says, soft, almost sheepish. hands fidgeting in her lap. “hi, baby.”
you raise a brow. “what are you doing?”
“nothing,” she lies. blinks up at you with that pathetic, hopeful little grin. “just… thought you might wanna sit down. maybe let me take care of you.”
she’s already leaning forward, nosing at your thigh as you set your bag down. she’s warm, jittery, practically humming under your hands when you thread your fingers through her hair and tug a little. her eyes flutter shut.
“jesus, ellie,” you murmur, watching the way she melts at even the smallest touch. “you’re down bad, huh?”
“so bad,” she breathes. “fuck, baby, please. i’ve been thinking about you all day. couldn’t stop. was supposed to go to the gym and i literally stayed in bed thinking about your pussy. like a fucking loser.”
you laugh, but it’s warm, fond. she is a loser. your loser. and she’s already kissing up the inside of your thigh, nudging at the hem of your skirt like she’s trying to charm it off you with her mouth alone.
you sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs for her. not a lot. just a bit. just enough to watch her eyes go wide like she’s about to cry with gratitude.
“you’re not even wearing underwear,” she groans, face already flushed. “you’re trying to kill me.”
“no, babe,” you say, voice light, teasing. “you’re trying to kill yourself. and i’m just letting you.”
you see the way her breath hitches, her hands tremble as she finally gets to lay her tongue flat against you. long, slow lick up your folds, the way she moans into it, like she’s been starving and you’re the only thing she wants.
you grab a fistful of her shirt and tug. she gets the message, gets closer, noses into the mess between your thighs, hot little breaths against your skin as she starts working her tongue in soft, desperate circles.
“fuck, ellie-”
she hums at that, keeps going, lips sticky with spit and slick and her entire body shaking like she’s overwhelmed just from the taste of you. her hands are gripping your thighs, thumbs pressing just hard enough to leave tiny crescent marks, and you know she’s gonna be thinking about this for days. jerking off to the memory. maybe even texting you afterwards just to say thanks.
and then her fingers slide in.
you gasp. sharp inhale, thighs tensing around her head as she fucks you open with two fingers, slow but firm, curling just right while her mouth stays locked on your clit like she’s got nowhere else to be.
“jesus, ellie, fuck-”
she whines into you. shakes her head a little like she’s trying to get deeper, bury herself in the taste of you. her voice is muffled when she says, “don’t stop. wanna make you come, baby. let me, please, i need it-”
and you do.
you let her.
you let her keep going, let her fingers speed up, let her tongue press harder against your clit until your hips are rolling against her mouth and she’s moaning like it’s her getting fucked. like every twitch of your thighs is feeding some rabid little part of her that only wants more, more, more.
and when you come, sharp and sudden and loud, ellie fucking whimpers.
“oh my god,” she says, breathless, dizzy, forehead resting against your thigh. “oh my god. you’re so hot. you’re so fucking hot when you come.”
“you’re such a little freak,” you pant, still reeling, trying not to laugh. “seriously.”
“i know,” she says instantly. “i know, i’m disgusting. can i keep going?”
you blink down at her. “you wanna make me come again?”
“yes.” her voice cracks. she looks ruined. eyes glassy, lips swollen, chin slick. “please, baby. i’ll be so good. just wanna feel you squirm.”
you nod. slowly. and she doesn’t even wait, she’s already licking you up again, mess and all, like she’s got something to prove. fingers back inside you, mouth just as greedy, and you feel your next orgasm building faster, tighter, hotter. your hands are in her hair, your head thrown back, and ellie’s fucking moaning into your pussy like she’s the one falling apart.
you come again, louder this time. legs shaking. her name on your tongue like a prayer.
and she just stays there.
mouth on you. eyes closed. breathing through her nose like she could live between your thighs forever.
“ellie,” you croak.
she looks up. barely. “yeah?”
“get in the bed.
“wait…did i do good?” she asks, actually nervous.
you yank her up by the collar. pull her into your lap, kiss her breathless. taste yourself on her tongue. and she fucking melts.
“you did great,” you murmur. “but you’re not done yet.”
Hello everyone!!! My name is gabriella! I used to post on here very briefly a few years ago and since then my interests and preferences have changed but I miss writing and wanna get back into it!
I plan on writing a lot for Ellie at this point and I can’t wait! I’m waiting for some inspo to HIT me but for right now follow to see what i post and feel free to give me suggestions!!
. ✦ ݁ ˖ content warnings : college!au, rich!reader, ellie is a cunt, weeeedd, lesbian drama, kinda enemies to lovers, comphet!reader, this is lowkey crack, fluff, angst, ellie is a bitch, jesse and dina are here (who knew!) cat mention, love island mention lol im so sorry, cheating kinda, nonconsenual recording and posting (not ellie.) SMUT, hickeys, fingering (r!rec) strap sex (r!rec) cum eating (r!rec) recording (by ellie) dirty talk, pet names, short smut sequence, reader has hair. willing to do a part 2!!!!
thank you to my lover @valeisaslut for proofreading and assiting with this <3
As always, comments, critiques, and reblogs are always welcome! talk to me and i’ll talk back! ⋆. ୨୧˚⋆
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roommate!ellie who moves into the luxurious dorms 3 days after you do, with only her backpack and sanity in tow.
roommate!ellie who is already pissed, it's raining in September and she still has to move all her shit in so she can get comfortable before class starts.
she immediately notices what kind of environment she has stumbled into, as there's only two types of people at a school like this: entitled nepo baby rich girls, and hot girl fit jocks who are nine times out of ten majoring in medicine or law.
was she generalizing? yes.
did she care? no.
her eyes immediately shift over to your fancy coffee maker, and the stupid cute rug outside of your bedroom door. she silently thanks god for the fact that she's in a suite, and not cooped up in some tight fit dorm where her roommate is practically forced down her throat at all times.
roommate!ellie is shocked to say the least, when you scurry out of your room to greet her. you looked.. wealthy. hair neatly pushed out of your face, gold bangles complimenting your skin neatly, and a fat wad of gum that squished between your teeth when you spoke.
“Hi!” you greet her sweetly. ellie notices the way your skin crinkles under your eyes when you smile.
roommate!ellie who gives you a small nod and a tight lipped smile, choosing to keep her distance rather than engaging with you.
you decide not to take her nonchalance to heart and direct her to where her room is. maybe she's just quiet!
roommate!ellie who does not leave her room… but you can hear her rock music blasting through the walls and into the late hours of the night.
when you do see her, it's usually a flash and then she's gone, a quick trip to the kitchen when she doesn't expect you to be awake on the couch, or her scurrying off to class or work.
roommate!ellie who gets so fucking annoyed when you bring your friends to the dorm.. like overly annoyed. as soon as you guys enter, she doesn't miss a beat. “Can you guys, like - go obsess over guys in your room?” you then sigh and just lead them to your own room.
her snarky remarks would lead others to expect that you were the worst human on the planet.
one day she overhears you on the phone with the bank, and can't help but mutter, “What? Daddy put a limit on your black card?” and roll her eyes. you just frown and take your conversation to the bedroom.
roommate!ellie feels a little bad, but unfortunately not bad enough to stop. she torments you in little ways, like telling you to fuck off when you ask her to watch love island with you, or giving dina and jesse that look when you get back from class.
you didn't know why your new roommate resented you so much, but it hurt your feelings cause like? you didn't do anything wrong, you were just trying to make friends with her :(
roommate!ellie who knew exactly why she loathed you. she envied you. your perfect wealth, your perfect status, your perfect boyfriend, who she hadn’t even met but could already guess was just as privileged and perfect as you were. but most of all, she envied the way you never had to worry about money or future, things she had to worry about since she gained consciousness. it clearly wasn’t your fault, but the resentment in her chest made it impossible to bond with you.
roommate!ellie who got into this school by a scholarship she worked hard as hell to get. joel wasn't poor, but still didn't have enough to buy her a space on the “rich people” campus. she was determined, to say the least, to prove to herself and others that money wasn’t everything. that she could have a future as bright as everyone else from the ground up, no silver spoon rusting in her mouth.
by this point, roommate!ellie has made it her life’s mission to embarrass you. she teased you like no other, most of her hits directed at your wealth. she even went as far as insulting your intelligence, at which you responded by scoffing and reminding her of the acceptance rate of the school. “I’m here for a reason, Ellie.” you’d say.
as the leaves shifted colours and snow coated campus roommate!ellie has only gotten worse, you slowly notice the uptick in her irritability after her work hours go up. you notice jesse and dina less and less as it gets colder, and you can hear ellie crying more often.
at this point you’ve started to grow curious about your mysterious roommate, she was practically an enigma to you.
so… what better to do than to snoop?
roommate!ellie’s room resembled that of a teenage boy, and his alcoholic divorced father at the same time. you tiptoed around, eyes catching on multiple rock posters that you almost recognized.
her room was messy, an accurate depiction of the mind you so desperately wanted to know. you laugh at a few of her items, a bong sitting beside her tv, and a few what look to be empty carts laying beside it. then your eyes shift to her bedside table, a leather journal lay closed beside her lamp. you don't mean to be nosy. but the journal is just sitting there, staring back at you.
you flip to the most recent entry, dated to be two nights ago
“Nothing is working, a ticket back home is almost 2 thousand dollars. i dont want to stay here for christmas.”
you move a hand to your mouth, a weird sort of sadness washes over your body. your empathetic to her situation. youre about to close the book and exit her room when your eyes graze over a piece of paper folded in the back of the journal. curiosity gets the better of you, you gently unfold the tattered paper, it looks older than the rest of the book.
its a simple pencil drawing, a sketch of you sleeping on the couch, a few Z’s are written above your head in the same scrappy handwriting.
you sigh and retreat back to your room before she arrives home.
roommate!ellie who hears your boyfriend before she sees him.
shes already had a shitty day. she was late to class because of her fucking trucks being too loose, some prick spilt coffee all over her white t shirt, and jesse and dina wouldn’t stop talking about her “crush on her cute roommate.”
and when ellie enters the suite, ready to flop onto the couch and die, she's met with the soft banging of your headboard and your boyfriends rather loud grunts. your soft moans fill the air, causing ellie’s ears to flush red.
she slams her backpack down with a little too much force, paying the fact that her laptop could very much be broken no mind. she practically stomps over to your door, and the moans of your boyfriend's name stop as soon as it collides with her fist.
she hears shuffling through the door, but she doesn't wait for you to chase him out and apologize. instead, she makes her way back into her own bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
roommate!ellie ignores your apologetic texts and the few knocks on her door to wander over to her dresser and roll a joint. she hates it here.
roommate!ellie who only gets worse. she calls you names under her breath when you make her dinner as a peace offering, and ignores you when you ask how her day went. this time however, you just nod. wracking your mind on how ellie must feel.
to her, you’re probably the annoying prissy roommate who doesn’t know when to stop.
you sympathize with her from a distance, the idea of plane tickets slowly creeping up on you.
roommate!ellie doesnt do college parties. she doesnt do recreational drinking and meaningless small talk. but guess who does? dina and jesse, and.. you.
roommate!ellie is already annoyed when jesse and dina arrive, you had invited them to pregame in the kitchen alongside you and your equally as rich friends. ellie was quick to speak for them all, a loud no leaving her mouth. she hears one of your friends whisper something along the lines of ‘Told you.” as they walk back into her room.
roommate!ellie’s friends are quick to judge her based on her hostile behaviour.
“I mean, don't you think you're being a bit too mean..?” jesse asks hesitantly. before bringing the glass bong to his lips.
“Maybe she isn’t as bad as you think?” dina suggests, wrapping her thick locks around a curling iron, her focus is on the mirror but her ears tune in intensively.
roommate!ellie doesn't care, she rants about the most minuscule things as she drives.
the party is loud, full of strangers and she can smell the sweat from outside. she groans as the group enters, immediately met with the sight of you grinding onto your boyfriend, his hands on your waist as you sway your his to the rhythm of the song, his expression is dull, uninterested. as if he didn't have the most beautiful girl dancing on him, ellie shakes the thought and walks over to the counter for a drink.
ellie wasn’t drunk, she was buzzed at the most. she ends up on the back porch with some junior, Cat. she was nice, short black hair cut into a bob, l covered in tattoos, she reminded ellie of her sketchbook.
cat was funny, she knew just what to say and how to say it. but ellie’s mind just wasn't there. she decided to ignore the feeling, and allows cat to drag her inside the house to dance.
cat grinds against her for a while, black mini dress slipping above her thighs. ellie’s hands move up and down her waist. ellie pulls the girl closer, her lip makes home between her teeth as cat moves her lips over her neck.
ellie quickly pulls her into a messy kiss, lips moving against her own loudly. cat stops her movements, pulling ellie closer by the neck. ellie opens her eyes as cat pulls away, her eyes meet your own across the room, she couldn’t really decipher what you were feeling, but she did notice that you were alone. polo wearing boyfriend nowhere to be found, ellie rolls her eyes.
“Do you wanna go upstairs..?” cat whispers, her lips gently brushing over ellie’s ear. now, ellie wasnt one for one time hookups, but cats sultry tone corrupts her. so, she accepts.
cat leads ellie up the stairs, fiddling with a few door knobs, all the bedrooms were already pre occupied with other horny students trying to get laid. cat sighs, and pulls ellie towards the bathroom. “no line?” ellie questions. cat laughs and knocks gently on the door.
when the door opens ellie and cat are greeted with an embarrassed blonde, one of your prissy sorority friends, wiping her mouth as she leads her male counterpart out the door. a face ellie is sure she recognizes. but she can't exactly put her finger on it.
she shakes the thought, and follows cat into the bathroom.
roommate!ellie who notices when your boyfriends nice guy facade starts to falter. she notices when your arguments bleed from your bedroom, to the living room, his loud booming voice overpowering yours. she noticed when he began to let the word bitch slip out during petty disputes. and she especially noticed when you would cry over him in the late hours of the night.
sure, roommate!ellie was an asshole, but she wasn't evil.
“Hey.” she whispered, her pajama clad frame resting against the door frame.
you were quick to wipe your tears, standing up from the edge of your bed. “What do you need, ellie?” you approach, “Here to rub it in my face that im having a hard time?” you scoff, ellie’s eyes widen her words jumping from her mouth.
“No i-” she tries to reason, but to no avail.
“Just mind your own! You have never cared about my feelings before, so just - Fuck off, ellie!” you all but whisper, ellie was never seen you like this. mean, cold. she felt like she deserved it.
roommate!ellie who continues to bring her friends over and stink up the house with weed, and blast rock music late at night. but she does it, respectfully?
now, she texts you in advance, and sometimes even asks you first. It wasn't complete selflessness, but it was baby steps.
roommate!ellie who sits down next to you one day when you're watching tv, some cringe reality show that you had been binging.
it feels.. normal, as if she hadn’t been barking insults at you for the past few months. you two laugh at the contestants, she gives her input on the whole show.
“You remind me of Amayah,” she laughs “sensitive gangster.” you laugh loudly. lightly punching ellie in the arm. you two settle once again, the episode halfway over by now.
”You want food?” you ask, opening your phone up to the doordash app. ellie hesitates for a moment. her face unsure.
“I’ll pay. Remember, daddy’s black card?” you wink at her, already punching in your order. ellie agrees reluctantly, and you type hers in too.
roommate!ellie who begins writing in her journal about you. I mean, she was already writing about you. but that was about how much she hated you.
roommate!ellie who feels like she's been shot when she hears you return from class with your stupid boyfriend in tow.
roommate!ellie who decides to swallow her pride and leave her room when he's over. but when she exits her room she is met with a very familiar face, the guy from the party. your boyfriend is quick to meet her gaze, guilt, fear, and probably regret wash your present in hand. over him. he knows, she knows.
“Ellie! this is my boyfriend!” you introduce him by name, unsure if they’ve ever met before. your smile is wide, arm wrapped around his muscled one. if only you knew.
roommate!ellie who doesnt know how shes gonna tell you. you were just starting to get along and she’s not sure how you're gonna react to her telling you that she thinks your boyfriend is cheating on you. with no proof.
roommate!ellie who decides that it isn’t her place to tell you, she isn’t even fully sure yet. and doesn't want to ruin your progress.
roommate!ellie starts going out with cat, its just.. dates. and sex.
roommate!ellie who just cant stop thinking about you. even when you're together, watching love island in the living room. she thinks about you when shes studying, when she’s been dragged to a party by dina, and even when shes knuckles deep inside of her not-so-girlfriend.
roommate!ellie who makes the totally rational decision to start avoiding you, in order to dissolve her tiny crush.
roommate!ellie who one day decides to buy you a christmas present, shes still coping. it’s a simple gift, a small stuffed animal that reminded her of you the second she saw it.
roommate!ellie who rolls her eyes when she enters the dorm, your friends filling the kitchen space. her eyes immediately shift to the shady blonde from the party. she doesn't greet you instead retreating to her room to pack a bowl. your present in hand.
roommate!ellie immediately calls joel for help, ranting about you, and your boyfriend, and your fucked up friends and how much she wants to kiss you. well she doesnt say that.
roommate!ellie who decides she's going to tell you, you don't deserve to be surrounded by people who disrespect you. besides her.
well it turns out, roommate!ellie didn't have to tell you. because when she checked her snap, there was real footage of you and your boyfriend. posted for everyone to see.
roommate!ellie is the first person to send you the video,
williams: this u?
williams: sent a story.
roommate!ellie hears you scream all the way from her bedroom, she can tell you tried to cover it with a pillow. but she still heard it.
you stomp into her room, silky pajamas leaving little to the imagination. tears stream down your face.
“Did you know about this?!” you yell, your voice wet and cracking.
ellie stands from her bed quickly, eyes wide. “No! Why would I-”
“You’ve been out to get me since we met, Ellie!” you cry, your tone accusatory. ellie is about to respond, but you aren’t done.
“I dunno if you're jealous, or heard some things that aren’t true? But im not this evil bitch you paint me out to be!” your voice gets louder. more tears stream down your face. ellie wants to reach out and rub them away.
”I would never do that! jealous or not I promise you-”
“You’re so full of shit!”
“He was cheating on you!” ellie shouts, her arms rushing to your face, pulling you close. she practically stares into your puffy eyes.
“I saw him a party with that blonde friend of yours, i dont, i wouldn’t”
“Fuck you! and all of my friends are blonde! that doesn’t help!” you slap her hands away, you scoff as you walk out and slam the door.
roommate!ellie isn't sure how to feel. she wants to prove it to you that she had nothing to do with your dickhead boyfriend leaking your sex tape. but she also wanted to ignore you forever for yelling at her.
roommate!ellie who gets in a fight at a party, a party that you had skipped out on. one of your boyfriends friends was badmouthing you, calling you a slut. as if your boyfriend wasn't the one who recorded it and posted it.
ellie got a few good hits in, but the kid obviously kicked her ass. there was only so much she could do against a six foot football player.
roommate!ellie who practically ripped the door off of its hinges as she entered your room after. a black eye covering a good half of her face and a busted lip leaking blood all over your white rug.
“What happened to you?” you question, worry overtaking your features.
“What happened is your stupid boyfriend, I got my ass beat defending you. So wh-” she rants, pointing to her bruised eye socket.
“ex-boyfriend.” you correct.
“Dude!” her eyes widen. you laugh, walking towards her. “Cmon stupid, lets get you fixed up.” you grab her by the arm, leading her into the living room.
roommate!ellie who practically melts when you bring a soaked rag to her lip, rubbing the old blood away.
“Y’know, I’m quite flattered you came to my honour today.” you smirk, ellie nods. you continue to rub the damp fabric against her lip.
“Had to, he was calling you names.” she explains, her eyes meeting yours.
“Yeah, im sure he was.” you roll your eyes, a quiet sigh leaving your lips.
ellie frowns. she doesnt think before reaching out and flicking the small pout on your lips. you look back up at her, confusion visible. ellie’s hand moves to cup your face.
“What do you say we get him back?”
roommate!ellie who is just so grateful for your help.
“mmm, Ellie…” you moan, her lips digging into your neck as she pushes your panties down your legs. her bed is cold, comfortable.
she quickly runs a finger up and down your slit, bringing it up to circle your clit. ellie’s move to are rushed, shes in no mood to tease.
“God, you're so wet.” she slips a single finger in, slipping it in and out sloppily. her lips move from your neck to your lips. the wet, messy, kisses only releasing more arousal from you.
“Wanted this for so long, Baby. Think about you all the time.” she admits. you moan into her, bucking your hips into her hand.
ellie slips another finger in, gently scissoring them into you. you groan at the stretch.
“I know baby.” she reassures, “Gotta stretch you out for my cock.” she mutters, taking a nipple into her mouth.
roommate!ellie’s dick game was lethal. she had you face down ass up, hands on your hips as her large purple strap digs into your hole.
“Ugh mmm! fuck! ellie!” you cry, your filthy moans fill the room. ellie is sure that people from the other dorms can hear you.
ellie’s hands leave your hips, her firm thrusts continue. she reaches over to her nightstand, equipping her phone.
she quickly opens her camera, hitting the record button.
“Yeah, baby, you like that?” she smirks, taking her lip into her mouth as she thrusts into you. you reach back, taking ellie’s hand into your own. your whiny moans filling the microphone.
“Ellie! i love it so much!” you whine, tears starting to form in your eyes. ellie laughs, digging the strap as deep as possible. “Love your dick so much!” you whine, ellie’s ego skyrockets. you had never sounded this good when you were with your boyfriend.
ellie grits her teeth. “So much better than him, Huh?” you whine out a loud yes, her strap digging into you. you moan her name, she mockingly moans yours back, matching your high pitched sounds.
“I’m gonna cum!” you whine, tears finally breaking through, mascara runs down your face. ellie slaps your ass, her thrusts becoming faster, and harder.
“You gonna cum on my dick, Baby? come on baby cum for me.” her seductive tone only making you more turned on, her phone still held above you. you arch your back tightly, your hand squeezing ellie’s free one.
“Fuck! Fuck! mmmcumming!” your voice cracks as ellie digs into you two last times. she carefully moves her camera to zoom into her thick strap coated in your milky cum.
“Holy fuck, look at her.” she groans. she moves two finger to lightly scoop up some of you. she brings her fingers to your mouth, and you welcome them without hesitation. she moans at the sight of you. she gently fucks her fingers into your mouth before pulling them out.
“C’mere.” she beckons, bringing her hand to your hair, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. That's when she cuts the video. she kisses you again. murmuring tiny praises into your skin.
roommate!ellie quickly discards of her strap, opting to clean it later. she lays down beside, you your skin sticking to her own.
roommate!ellie who sends that long video to your punk as boyfriend and laughs when he replies with “Tf? Fuck you Dyke”
roommate!ellie who holds you until you’ve completely fallen asleep, content etched into your features. your soft breaths cascade through the room.
roommate!ellie is shocked to say the least when you come see her a week later with a mysterious piece of paper in your hand.
FLIGHT TICKET.
Flight:
AAB1234
Boarding Time:
7:30AM.
DESTINATION:
Jackson, Wyoming.
roommate!ellie who doesn't know what to say, she doesn’t know if she should thank you, or berate you. you’re standing there smiling at her, waiting for her to accept the slip of paper.
“How did you - wha-?” she looks around, up at you, back down at the ticket and then back at you.
“Well.. I did some digging, and-” ellie laughs, in disbelief.
“You went through my shit?” she scoffs, her tone coming out way ruder than intended.
“Listen, I-” you ramble, trying hard to explain yourself. ellie doesnt let you.
“What the fuck?” she looks up at you again, fidgeting with the paper in hand.
“I was only trying to help, Ellie. Think of it as like, a thank you?” you reason. you didn't expect her to react this way.
“Right.” she laughs, slamming the paper onto the counter. the loud slam making you flinch. “wha-” you stammer, “i dont want your fucking help.” she grumbles. waltzing into her room and slamming the door.
Hiii! The last Harrington! Reader story you did was amazing, so can you possibly do more Eddie x Harrington!reader stuff? Maybe like where Steve is just grossed out seeing is little sister all lovey dovey with Eddie.
omg yes ofc, do you have anything specific you would like me to add/write? <333
“But he could have this. This one moment, and maybe a taste, and that would be it.
“Yes" Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them. ”
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Summary: Y/N is Steve’s younger sister, and dating Eddie Munson. She believes to have been hiding her and Eddie’s relationship well but that’s obviously not true. It seems to her all her close friends know besides her older brother… until he eventually does.
Warning: cursing, talk of religion, terrible title, bad summarizing 😬 I think that’s it.
fem!reader
Request for: @floralentry
“Okay, so I was thinking.” I start to say as I walk next to Eddie on our way to the cafeteria.
“Oh, well that’s never good.”
I laugh with non-existent humor, “Very funny, asshole.”
As the cafeteria starts to come into view, I feel Eddie rest his hand on my lower back and nuzzle his face into my neck, or at least try to before I gently push him off.
“Eddie, not here.” I say giggling.
“Why? I don’t know about you, Y/N, but I don’t see any over-bearing, protective, dick head, older brothers around.” He pretends to glance around as he starts to open the cafeteria door for me.
“Hey, don’t say that! He just cares, is all, maybe a little too much but it’s still something. And you’re right, Steve isn’t around but someone might tell him.”
“Oh yeah? Like who?” We’re entering the lunch line, when I start to get cautious of who’s around.
“I feel like you’ve forgotten no one knows about us, Eds. And even if they did Mike, Lucas, Dusty, Max, and Robin could still snitch. Remember he used to be King Steve? You’d be surprised whose loyalty still stands.” I lower my voice just slightly, and add dramatic air quotes to the words, “King Steve.”
“Come ‘on do you honestly think they don’t already know? If there’s one thing, I’ve learned this past year it’s that those kids aren’t stupid. I mean, it’s not like they would rat us out even if they did know.”
I grab my lunch tray and look behind me to see Eddie following me as I walk over to a lunch table that Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Max are occupying. Robin is usually also at the table; some people might find it a little weird that seniors sit with some dorky freshmen at lunch but after about a month we got used to the stares.
“Why is it that you don’t want Steve to know again?” Eddie starts to walk a step ahead of me, and turns toward me, walking backwards.
“First of all, you’re going to trip. Second of all, he’s been through a lot, he’s got a ton on his mind, and lastly, you guys aren’t exactly two peas in a pod.”
“Bullshit! You’ve been through a lot too. Listen, Harrington’s a big boy I’m sure he can handle some surprising news.”
I pull out a chair next to Max with my foot and Eddie sits next to me, “We’ll talk about it later.” I tell him.
I see Eddie glance around the table, which causes me to also glance at our friends around us. I find myself turning to see them already looking at me, and well, Eddie.
I smile awkwardly and try to search for something to say to distract them from me and Eddie, when I catch a glimpse of Robin walking with her lunch tray. I wave my hand at her so she can see where we are sitting.
They all break their focus from me and Eddie when Robin, she plops down across from me, “You guys won’t believe the day I’ve had!”
Robin starts ranting, and I try to open my can of coke, but I find myself struggling a bit.
“Fuck.” I’m getting frustrated when Eddie pulls the can from my hand and pops it open the first try.
“Language, sweetheart.” He says, handing me my soda and winking at me.
I push my tray a little bit forward since I have no plans on eating any of it and open my backpack.
“So, you never told me what you were thinking about.” Eddie’s voice is hushed and his mouth is slightly tilted to my ear.
“hmph, yeah. I was thinking we should go see a drive-in movie for our date tonight. I never would’ve thought about it but Nancy was telling me about when she went with Johnathan before he moved.”
“Ah, I like that idea, Y/N. What movie would we be seeing?”
I finally found what I was looking for in my backpack, when I start explaining, “I was pretty set on watching Pretty in Pink, it came out a couple months ago but I never got the chance to see it-”
I pause mid-sentence and waver a sandwich bag with two chocolate chip cookies in front of Eddies face, “want one?”
He nods so I hand him one and continue on, “But they also have The Nightmare on Elm Street if you don’t want to watch some girly chick flic.”
I watch as Eddie takes a glance over at everyone in the corner of his eye and smugly places his hand on my thigh. I freeze in place, still eating my cookie however, when Eddie says, “No, no, it’s all good. I’m fine with seeing Pretty in Pink.”
“Are you sure? I know how much you like Nightmare on Elm Street.” I tell him, raising my brows.
“I’m positive. Besides, as long as I’m with you, I don’t care what we do.”
“You’re too sweet, Eds.”
In a matter of milliseconds, Eddie sweeps both of my legs over his lap, and uses his arm to pull me closer, putting his nose in my neck and pretending to smell me. I’m still sitting in my chair but Eddie’s hair is tickling me so I start to squeal and laugh, trying to push him away from my neck. I throw my head back giggling when Eddie finally stops and tells me, “Nope. That’s all you, Y/N.”
I’m catching my breath when I can practically feel eyes burning into my soul so I look up to see Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Robin staring at us. I straighten faster than I ever had, smoothing down my hair and dusting of my shirt. Eddie is looking down, with a shy smile on his face, pink is blooming all over his cheeks. I clear my throat when Robin starts, “Were you guys even listening?”
“Of cour-” I try to cover up our mess.
“Jesus!” Max is looking away, rubbing her temples with her hand.
“For Christ sakes! Get a room!”
“Could you be any more obvious!”
“Just friends, my ass.”
“It’s not what it looks like. We’re seriously, just friends.” I try to explain, desperately looking at Eddie.
“Uh yeah… Like we didn’t just hear you guys plan out your stupid cheesy date night.” Dustin states, giving us both an incredulous look.
And then I hear Mike burst out laughing, holding onto Lucas’s shoulder for support, "As long as I’m with you my sweet baby.” His voice is dropping a couple octaves as he mocks Eddie, pretending to coo in Lucas’s ear.
I crumple up my napkin and hurdle it at Mikes head, as Eddie comes back at Mike and Dustin, “hey, hey, Mikey Man and Dusty Bun, don’t be jealous just ‘cus your little Scarlet Witch and your Amish homesteader live states away from you.”
As soon as I realize that Eddie has practically admitted our secret ardor, my eyes widen as big as saucers, “Eddie!”
The table starts to chuckle as Mike and Dustin look away rolling their eyes and Dustin says, “She’s Mormon you idiot.”
“Aw, you guys. I actually think they’re really cute. It’s adorable really.” Robin is smiling from ear to ear.
“Ha well, you have to hand it to us, we’ve been doing a pretty great job at hiding it.” I point out proudly.
Everyone besides Eddie goes into a fit of laughter, “Uh- What?” I’m completely oblivious to whatever it is that I said to make them laugh.
Max stops, trying to catch her breath, “Ha, you can’t honestly think that we didn’t know about you guys.”
Eddie raises his brows at me as if to say, “I told you so,” My jaw falls open as I ask, “How long have you guys known?”
Mike rolls his eyes, “Please we’ve all known since the week after spring break.”
“Uh- you’ve got to be kidding me. That’s what when we started dating.” I say, finding this unbelievable.
Dustin and Lucas scoffs, “yeah, we know.”
Eddie rubs his hand up and down my thigh, in a much more innocent manner than before, trying to give me a piece of solace. I didn’t think to mention Steve because no one else did. I mean they’re not stupid, it isn’t like they would’ve told Steve either way, right?
“Have fun on your date tonight though.” Lucas says right when the bell rings.
Me and Eddie are the first to get up, and as we’re turning our back to them, we hear Mike, Dustin, and Max start moaning in a high-pitched manner, “oh ah oh, Eddie. Oh my god, Eddie!”
I whip my head around so fast, in time to see Robin chuck her soda can at them, “Hey! Shut up you little pervs!”
I hide my face in Eddies, neck groaning in embarrassment, and he seems to find this amusing because he just chuckles.
“It isn’t funny, Eds.” I give him a light shove on the chest.
“Sure, it isn’t, sweetheart.” Eddie tells me, pressing his lips to my forehead.
I give Eddie a quick goodbye kiss on the lips and open the passenger side door to his van, as we had just gotten back from our date, and he was dropping me off at my house. I was fulling expecting Eddie to stay in his van and watch me walk to the front door and then drive away, so when he also gets out of the van, I give him a questioning look, “What’re you doing?”
“Can I come in?” He asks me, I figured he’s asking because it’s quite late and my parents are home. Steve was probably asleep or out anyway.
I grab his wrist to look at his watch, to see it’s about to be eleven, so I nod and say, “Yeah, Steve is most likely sleeping or out with Robin. We’ll have to be quiet though.”
I’m jumbling with my keys at the front door, and finally open it only to see that the kitchen and living room light is on. I thought that maybe I felt the lights on so I continue leading Eddie to the living room. As we’re nearing the room, I hear laughter and snorting. The realization hits me that Steve is home and apparently has friends over.
“Fuck!” I whisper yell, pushing me and Eddie against the wall, where we can’t be seen.
“You’re really starting to take a liking to that word, Y/N.” Eddie tells me, smirking.
I roll my eyes at him, “Steve’s home.”
“Oh really? I thought it was the boogeyman. Who is he even with? It’s not like he has friends.”
I elbow him when I hear a familiar voice, “Man! You should’ve seen their faces when we told them that we knew!”
My eyes widen with horror as I turn to Eddie, still against the wall in the hall, “Shut up. It’s Dustin.”
I hear more familiar voices. Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Max and Robin are laughing while sixteen candles plays on the T.V.
“Who’s faces?” Steve asks them.
“Y/N’s and Eddie’s.” Max answers.
I can only imagine Steve’s confused, crooked smile as he asks, “W-Wait… What is it that you knew?”
“That they’re dating, dingus.” Robin answers.
“What?!? What do you mean that they’re dating, Robin?” Steve asks scoffing.
“I’m taking it that you didn’t know…”
I grab ahold of Eddie’s hand and tug him after me as I try to silently walk back to the foyer and tip toe up the stairs but I see Steve round the corner, and stand there with his arms crossed. I swear he looks just like our dad that one night he caught me and Steve sneaking back into the house.
“Y/N get your ass down here right now! It’s too late, I already saw you.”
My shoulder’s slump in defeat and I’m practically pouting like a child as I walk back down the stairs, leaving Eddie on the steps.
I walk past Steve and into the living room as he stands, taking the stillness of a statue.
“You too Eddie.” He says in a stern voice.
I can see from the corner of my eye that he looks hesitant to do as Steve tells him but I just roll my eyes and motion with my head for him to follow me.
I do a once over at the little traitors in my living room and tilt my head so they know I was irritated with them.
“So.” Steve starts.
“What Steve?” I ask, my tone harsh and short.
“Hey. Don’t take that tone up with me young lady.” His finger is pointing down at me like a father scolding his angsty teen. I hear Lucas and Mike try to hold in their laughs behind me, I bet this is funny too them, seeing an eighteen-year-old get a stern talking too by her nineteen-year-old brother.
“God Steve, you’re not dad, you’re barely a year older than me. You act I’m seeing some forty-year-old, it’s just Eddie.” I say scoffing, motioning my hand to Eddie at that last part.
“Just Eddie? You’ve been lying to my face, to mom’s, to dad’s for almost two months now. You stay out late; I hardly see you on the weekends anymore. Don’t you see what he’s doing to you? At first, I didn’t understand, fuck, I didn’t even notice but now it’s perfectly clear. He’s not good for you, Y/N.” Steve says, his voice raising. I could almost swear I heard a crack in his voice.
I see Robin get up from the corner of my eye, motioning for the rest of them to follow her, they exit the room, and go to the kitchen. Eddie stays but tries to make it look like he’s picking at his clothes. I feel bad because obviously he’s in an awkward position right now.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. This is why I lied to you, because I knew you’d react badly. I knew you didn’t like Eddie, still, even after all he’s done for Dustin and during Vecna. I have a boyfriend, Steve. So what? Am I not allowed to spend time with him? Why is it that I have to be at arm’s length at all times? The only thing Eddie has ever done for me was be there. I’ve changed, for the better. Weren’t you the one always telling me I should get out more, interact with people, experience things?” My voice matches Steve’s, going up multiple octaves.
“Why?” He asks.
“What do you mean?” I sound frustrated and it’s because I am.
“Why didn’t you tell me? We tell each other everything, Y/N.” He’s rubbing his temples and I’m having a hard time deciphering what he’s making out of all of this.
“Steve… for one, I know you and Eddie had never been the best of friends, and I didn’t want you to worry. You’ve been through so much.” I tell him, grabbing at his hand.
Steve pulls me into a sudden hug, “Y/N, you’re my sister. My baby sister. I’m always gonna worry about you. You’re right, me and Eddie tolerate each other, but I don’t hate him. All I want is for you to be safe and happy, you’ve been through so much too. If Eddie’s making you happy then I can deal.” He says into my hair.
I sniffle and blink away tears, “He does make me happy, Steve.”
Me and Steve jolt up when we hear a deep voice clear his throat, “Eddie.” Steve says, his voice and manner returning to normal.
“Ha. Steve…” Eddie says cautiously, a nervous smile on his face.
Steve reaches his hand out to Eddie and Eddie takes it, they pull closer together as Steve pats his back and says, “hurt my sister Munson, and it’ll be the last things you do.”
“Steve.” I say laughing, shaking my head as Eddie walks over to me, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
We all start to walk over to the kitchen with everyone else.
“Oh, and by the way Steve, I’m not a baby, I’m eighteen.”
“Yeah? Well, you sure act like one.” Steve answers.
“Says the one getting all sappy back there.”
I feel Eddie’s hand slide off my shoulder and go to my lower back, resting right above my butt, he must have forgotten that my brother was behind us because he gets startled when Steve sternly says, “Hands, Munson.”
I laugh as Steve furrows his brows and Eddie laughs nervously once again when we enter the kitchen.
smut warnings: dom!conrad, established relationship, fingering, mentions of overstimulation, risk of getting caught ig.
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Your back involuntarily arched off the leather couch, your hips desperately trying to buck up too but being restrained by the large hand spalmed against your lower stomach, long fingers digging into your flesh.
Your legs were trembling uncontrollably by how sensitive you were, trying to close around his head. But Conrad’s fingers didn’t stop their work on your entrance not for one second, two digits pushing in and out of you while his tongue swirled your clit in circles.
“Keep them open, love,” Conrad mumbled against your core, stopping his movements for a brief moment only to roughly push your legs apart with both hands. You failed to contain a moan as he returned his arm to its previous position around your thigh and pushed your hips back down with his hand, his mouth returning to work.
"F-fuck..." your eyes kept darting to the front glass door. No one was home, but you knew there was a chance anyone could come in at any given moment. One of your siblings, Conrad's brother, his mom...
Conrad, on the other hand, did not seem to care at all. That was the thing about him. He most usually liked when things got risky. The boy always used to say he didn't give a single fuck about someone catching him fucking you senseless. In fact, you had a feeling Conrad would be very proud of that.
“Conrad,” you whined. You weren’t sure if you had it in you to make to a fourth orgasm, but still you felt that familiar sensation approaching. Fast.
Conead noticed. His fingers thrusted rough and fast, getting you whimpering over and over, not even being able to get a single coherent word out of your mouth anymore. A moan from his own rumbled through your boyfriend’s chest at the mere sight of you squirming under him.
“I said,” he growled while pulling away from your cunt. The brunnet pushed your legs open once again, “keep them open. Do not make me ask you again.”
summary: steve has never understood the ‘no sleeping over’ rule. that is, until you doze off beside him one fateful night.
contains: tooth rotting fluff, mentions of fem!reader.
a/n: first time writing for stranger things aah. requested by @velvetcloxds.
steve has never understood the “no sleeping over” rule. he’s caught you dozing off a hundred times, but each time you send him home before he has the chance to hold you in his arms. but tonight, as you began to curl into him after a long night of studying, he feels it might be his lucky night.
“steve?” you slur, half asleep already, “can i stay here tonight?”
his heart swells at the question, and he can barely contain his excitement. “yeah, of course!” he chuckles, rolling off the bed and gingerly tucking you in. in your drowsy state you don’t care to look cool and make grabby hands at him. he can’t help the goofy smile that takes over as he wraps the duvet around you both and you lose yourself in sleep, lose yourself in him.
