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Updated Masterlist.
The last of us.
Ellie Williams - Oneshots
My girl
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The near loss of my life.
Friend? I love you
Ellie Williams - Smut
Unbridled
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Ellie Williams - Series
O' captain, my captain
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Orbit: Part Ten - Connection
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: After your daughters get the safe version of Jessie’s second date with you, the private memory tells the rest. Teasing gives way to long-delayed want, vulnerability, and Jessie finally choosing to stay.
Warnings: G!P content. Penetrative Sex. Oral (R receiving). Squirting. Unprotected sex. Multiple orgasms. Service Top Jessie. Reader finally gets the sex she deserves.
A/N: Smut is finally here. And if you know my work, you know that if it takes me this long to get to the smut - it's lengthy! Series is here.
unpopular opinion probably but I actually like that ao3 doesn’t let people take back their kudos.
unlike social media platforms (which ao3 is not) where people unlike stuff whenever they think or find out the original posters’ moral compass doesn’t perfectly align with their own’s or whatever, and “likes” can be taken back at any time, ao3 treats kudos as something sacred. once you give it, it’s the author’s to keep forever.
Best part is if someone deletes their account, the kudos remains, and it just gets swapped over to a guest kudos instead. The body is gone but the love remains.
I love your sydcarmy fic recs. Do you have any new or recent ones you've been loving?
😈 (tysm for giving me a reason to make another fic rec list on this fine afternoon)
I’ve got a couple! as we near the end of the hiatus it’s been a little slow but we still got gold for days in that tag! here’s a small bit that’s been amazing lately:
Newlyweds
Summary: Jessie’s your girlfriend - there’s no ring, no grand promises, no ironed out plan. But an innocent mistake leads you to discover that Jessie is alarmingly comfortable with the idea of you as her wife.
Warnings: G!P content. Fingering. Oral (R receiving). Penetrative sex. Possessive sex. Soft dom Jessie. Wife kink. Language.
A/N: Just a smutty, fluffy, dirty one-shot.
“Checking in? Name, please.”
“Fleming. Jessie,” Jessie replied, reaching for her ID and credit card.
“Ah, yes.” The clerk’s expression brightened as he found the reservation. “Congratulations to the happy couple!”
Jessie frowned slightly and glanced at you out of the corner of her eye.
Hi mouth what’s a word that makes you cringe? Mines naughty
I literally have to close my eyes when typing the word pussy
director's commentary on rhaenyra's relationships with mysaria, daemon and harwin in particular please! i love that you haven't downplayed any of them but that they each have a lot of importance for rhaenyra...also alicent's view of rhaenyra in these relationships
objectively the best place to think about archaeology au is while on excavation, so it was astute of u to send this the morning of! now that im back and covered in soil i would be DELIGHTED to talk about this. below the cut. because im incapable of shutting up. spoilers i guesssss for daemon/mysaria mention. but not really. its dealt with in chapter 6 which will be written one day in the distant future. you can read chapter 5 here though ahah <3
Orbit: Part Nine - Official
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie takes you on the date you’d wanted for longer than you cared to admit. One filled with the ease you missed, old hurt, new clarity, and the kind of kiss that makes pretending impossible.
Warnings: Lingering angst. Emotional repair.
A/N: A fluff-break from the angst. Rest of the series is here.
Jessie put the car in park and suddenly the ease that had gradually settled in during your drive faded with the quieting of the motor.
“Okay, here we are,” she announced, a newly stiff smile on her face as she turned to you.
“Okay,” you returned, a near smirk on your lips despite yourself.
You two sat for a moment before you went to reach for the door.
“Oh,” Jessie spoke up, stalling your movement. You looked to her curiously. She seemed nervous, but she went on. “Uh, this is for you.”
Orbit: Part Eight - Repair
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: After weeks of absence, Jessie asks for one conversation that could either change everything or prove that she came back too late.
Warnings: Angst. Emotional hurt/comfort.
A/N: Jessie POV. Rest of the series is here.
“Hi. I know this is a lot to ask, and you don’t have to say yes. But would you be willing to talk in person? I owe you more honesty than I gave you, and I’d like to apologize properly.”
Jessie’s heartbeat echoed in her chest as the message sent and nested into the conversation above. She released a slow, steady breath in an effort to calm her nerves.
Her trip home had started a reckoning, forcing Jessie to pull apart the careful logic she’d built around her choices - and around everything she had chosen not to do.
okay with mel like imagine emotional!r like i mean everytime they have sex she cries (obv the good kind) but it ends up turning mel on sm because she likes that reader is being emotionally vulnerable with her!! -🤓
✉️ mel would loooveeee an emotional gf oh my days the eyes you just opened for me, nonie! would honestly make it so much easier for her to express her own emotions because, yes, let's cry together & cuddle & vent to each other! wowowow genius, thank youuuuu love youuuu <3 enjoy
demure! crybaby!reader, implications of depression & some sad doctor stuff, mentions of Amber & pittfest, dacriphillya (mostly mel just loving you being emotional w her), scissoring, strap usage (r!receiving), mentions of fingering (r!receiving), mentions of oral (mel!receiving), clit play, praise kink!, lowkey possessive!mel wc 1.6k 18+ MEN & MDNI
Sometimes, Mel wondered if you had any emotion left for yourself.
A rare feat, as she had learned and been informed over the years, was to keep in close contact with one's feelings in the medical field. Hospitals were like shower drains that waited for the tears to fall, taking the opportunity to pull them down, down, down until you had nothing left to give. There wasn’t a department that could be spared from it. It was why there was a phone number and email address for a board-sponsored EAP at the end of every weekly update. Why, even with that resource, many figured it was better to just sit and accept that you were never going to feel normal again after seeing so many people torn apart in ways you hadn’t even pictured. Why 45% of doctors didn’t get said therapy, and why it was better to bottle things up and not feel them. Because it was easier.
Mel didn’t want to be that way.
And she worked hard not to become that way. She liked it whenever her co-workers would tell her how insane it was that she still had so much empathy. A strange thing to think, she figured, but she understood why they believed that. It was hard not to let herself fall into despair, but she had learned that letting the emotions course through her–taking a moment to work through them and accept that she was sad or upset or happy or frustrated–let her keep those precious pieces of herself. Learned it from you.
You cried three times that first shift Mel had at the PTMC.
Orbit: Part Seven - Loss
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie tries to protect you by staying away, but her restraint starts to falter and the silence between you starts to complicate the truth.
Warnings: Angst. Polite ghosting 👻 Olympic-level emotional avoidance🏅 Lesbian yearning ❤️🩹.
A/N: Jessie POV. Rest of the series is here.
Cheers were still erupting from her teammates as they finally retreated to the locker room, yells of celebration bouncing off the walls and feeding the energy around her.
Jessie wore a smile on her face and even forced a skip into her step as she bounded in with the team, but it was anything but effortless.
Another bottle of champagne came out, cork popped and liquor sprayed as her teammates started taking pictures of themselves and others, displaying their medals proudly.
She somehow found herself standing still as the room moved around her.
Orbit: Part Six - Distance
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: In the aftermath of the confrontation, you try to make sense of what was lost, what was never promised, and why Jessie’s careful distance hurts more than it should.
Warnings: Angst. Gaslighting. Self-blame. Polite ghosting 👻 Language.
A/N: Rest of the series is here.
"Momma!" Both kids protested scandalized.
They erupted in overlapping questions.
"You just let Mom leave?"
"You didn't say anything?"
“I know, I know,” Jessie said, not hiding a wince as she held up both hands to urge them to simmer down.
“Please tell me you texted her after,” Ky said with undisguised judgement.
Orbit: Part Five - Rupture
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie makes up for a missed moment with a beautiful evening. When the night takes an unexpected turn, she admits just enough to break your heart, and not enough to choose you.
Warnings: Angst. Language.
A/N: Rest of the series is here.
“Um. Did I miss the memo?” You asked as you got in Jessie's car and closed the door with a mildly scrutinizing look.
“What?” She asked, the confusion plain on her face.
“Do I need to go get changed? You’re dressed up. Where are we going?” You explained.
Jessie looked down at herself. She wore a long sleeved button-up dress shirt with black pants and her hair was neatly styled, her waves controlled and in check.
“Oh. No, it’s just, you know - a celebration, so I didn’t want to look like I just rolled out of bed,” she explained with a frown and a tinge of pink appearing on her cheeks. She redirected her attention.
My insides are red
──── ଓ synopsis: you're fixated by her, observing every step she takes, every breath — haunting her like a ghost. she's mesmerized by you, keeping stolen pictures of you on her walls. what would happen if you found out about the mutual obsession?
warnings: mutual obsession, dark romance, stalking, following, smut, blood pact, murder, reader cries all the time, female reader, afab reader
wc: 5k
YOU ARE MY REVERIE
You exhale hard, seeing your breath in the cold air. You’re hiding your hands in your pockets, the oversized hoodie swallowing you entirely.
You watch from afar as she lazily draws small patterns in the corners of her notebook instead of paying attention to the class; she always does that. You click your tongue. She shouldn’t be doing that; she will have trouble in the exam.
Depending on the angle you look, you can see your reflection on the thick glass window - between the line of trees, your hair covering your sides like a cascade of water, your face cold as ice for standing in the cold for so long.
Of course it is a strange fascination - but what can you do about it? People are usually mesmerized by colorful butterflies, blossoming flowers. But you, oh lord, you are fascinated by her. Ellie Williams.
The tall, slim woman that is your reverie. You need her with your whole being. Need her in your soul.
Footsteps are muffled by the snow as they make their way towards you. You’re surprised when someone touches your shoulder.
You turn around quickly, not scared of being caught in the act, no. Scared of losing your precious time with distractions, distractions that keep you apart from her.
“Are you okay?” your friend Isis questions, touching your shoulder. She's your only friend, the only person you ever allowed to really know you. “You've been standing here for ten minutes straight.”
You shrugged, not looking forward to answering her.
You turn around to your previous position, staring back at Ellie. To your surprise, she's staring back. Her gaze is scary, deep and precise. As if she's seeing inside you, seeing past your obsession.
Isis slips her hand into your cold ones. “You should talk to her,” she says. She probably notices your unhealthy fixation, but thankfully she never mentioned it. But if she ever did, you wouldn't mind admitting it.
When the classes are over and Isis leaves you to go to her dorm, you follow Ellie around.
First, she says bye to Jesse. Then, she walks to her favorite café; you know it's her favorite because you've followed her before — it's part of your routine — and she always comes here after class to study.
She doesn't look behind her as she walks, she never does. As if she's oblivious or as if she just feels you and doesn't feel the need to check if you're still there.
As always, she sits at the last table by the window; pulling out her notebook and starting to write on it.
As usual, you stay outside, standing like a ghost while staring fixed at her. When you check your phone and see that it's been thirty minutes since you're standing, you feel your legs are tired — you also see the ten missed calls from Jenna, your ex. But you ignore that because no matter how much you ignore her, she never accepted the end.
Jenna was your first obsession, but it sure wasn't as intense as the one for Ellie. What you feel for Ellie is real true love.
You must have been standing for about two hours since you observed Ellie during her class. So for the first time, you decide to enter the cafeteria. It's a bold move, but your legs are about to give up. And between going home to rest them, or sitting across from her to keep observing, you choose the latter.
The bell rings above your head as you enter the place. The noise doesn't catch Ellie's attention. You feel glad and disappointed at the same time.
You put your backpack in the chair by your side, pulling your laptop from it and opening it. Maybe you should be more careful with the staring — i mean, what would you do if she confronted you? Probably take off her clothes and lick all of her body.
You stay like this for about an hour, stealing glances from over your laptop while pretending to do something on it. The truth is, it isn't even turned on.
You scrunch your face when she tears a sheet from the notebook before putting it inside her bag.
You turn your face towards your laptop when she gets up to leave, but your eyes are still on her.
She's walking towards you. Your heart starts pounding inside your chest. You fumble to try to turn your device on, but she's already in front of you.
Ellie doesn't even look at your face. She just leaves a paper on your table before leaving the place.
Is a drawing of you from earlier, standing outside the café and staring at her. How didn't you notice it? How didn't you notice she was staring back at you?
In the corner of the paper is written I see you. You share my reverie.
YOU SHARE MY LONELINESS
That night, you follow your routine: dressed in a pair of oversized sweats, you leave your dorm to see her.
But instead of going outside the building to stare at her from her window, you move on your feet and find yourself in front of her dorm door.
You stand like that — staring at the old wood door — for a couple of minutes. An hour.
At some point, you notice a shadow coming from the inside of the room. You can see it through the gap between the floor and the door.
It's her.
She stands on the other side of the door, breathing hard in expectation. You stay like this — the door being the only thing separating you two, the only thing making you lonely — for thirty minutes.
Until you hear the door lock. Your eyes get wide, your breath gets caught in your throat. A snake moves inside your stomach, getting tangled up in your organs.
She unlocked the door for you. She's waiting.
But you do nothing. You don't move. You just stare; feeling the snake inside you hold tight onto your heart.
Your hand tickles with the desire of opening the door. You breath in hard and move your hand, grabbing the doorknob and feeling the cold surface against your soft hands.
You imagine what would happen if you opened it. What would she say? What would you say? What would happen?
You're not ready for this. You're not ready for the confrontation, so you bring down your hand and leave.
On the other side of the door, Ellie can feel your absence. The moth in her stomach drowns on her hydrochloric acid.
She sighs, blinking several times before focusing on the red lighting of her room.
Your face occupies all of her walls; your calm semblance while you sleep; your focused face while you study; your mesmerized gaze while you stare at her.
She has pictures of it all. She needs to have all of your gazes captured forever. Ellie needs to feel your gaze while she sleeps. It's the only way she can comfortably relax fully.
So when she doesn't have your live eyes on her, at least she has the captured ones.
The next morning, Jesse doesn't leave his dorm, apparently he got a cold; it left Ellie alone. Isis has extra classes; you're alone as well.
You sit in the cafeteria with your hands in your hoodie pockets, staring blankly at the empty table. You rethink all that happened last night, all the feelings and emotions you felt by knowing she acknowledged your presence.
The mere thought of Ellie noticing you makes a shiver run down your spine.
What will happen next? Will she confront you? Will she get mad and curse at you? What would you do if she did so?
Your thoughts are interrupted by a cup of hot coffee slipping in front of you. You blink twice, refocusing your eyes at the hot drink. It has a single droplet of milk — just the way you like it.
You look across the table; there she is. Sitting in front of you and carving holes in your face with her piercing gaze.
She blinks. Then a soft smile forms on her lips.
“Will you share my loneliness?”
You don't pay attention to the words. You're too focused on the way her lips move, forming the words.
“Excuse me?”
Her laugh is visible in the air because of the cold temperature. She's not making fun of you, is a genuine laugh.
“Like the song?” she says, but you don't smile at her “I just thought that… I'm here all alone, and you're also here all alone. Maybe we could share our loneliness? What do you think about it?”
Isn't she going to mention all that has happened previously? The drawing with the note, the stolen and dangerous glances that she caught. None of that?
You're not sure you can play this game as well as her. You might get caught.
“I should go.” you say, grabbing your bag and leaving as fast as you can.
You don't like to be forced out of your comfort zone, and you were pretty comfortable with appreciating her from afar. She should not have talked to you, she ruined everything.
YOU ARE MY DREAM COME TRUE
In the middle of aerodynamics class you receive a text message from Isis. It says: I need your help, meet me behind the campus cafe.
That’s weird. Isis is always so focused on studying, why would she disturb your studying?
Either way, you grab your things and leave the classroom — you need to try to be good to the only person that cares about you; even though you don’t really care that much. You’re not being cruel, come on; you do care about Isis, but not as much as you care about Ellie. No one will ever compare to Ellie.
You make your way to the back of the cafeteria, distracted by how your boots sink into the snow. The muffled noise it makes relaxes you from tension you didn't know you had over your shoulders.
Before you turn to reach the back of the café, a hand comes from the service bathroom and pulls you inside. The person presses your body against theirs — one hand around your torso, holding you in place and the other pressed against your mouth, stopping you from screaming.
Your breath gets caught in your throat. Your lungs burn. You start kicking and screaming. But it's no use; the person holding you is much taller and stronger.
The more you try to escape, the more tight they hold you.
When you notice your efforts are useless, you can feel the tears burning the back of your throat, threatening to fall down your cold face.
A sob escapes you before the person finally softens their grip.
“Shh it's okay baby. There's no need to cry. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry”
Ellie gets in front of you with a worried face while she cleans your face from the tears.
Your face contorts in confusion the moment you see her. Did you become the prey?
“How did you know I was here?” you asked, hands coming up your face to clean the left tears.
Your voice is trembling, not because of what just happened. But because you're finally talking to her. She makes you nervous.
Ellie smiles softly at you. The kind of smile you give to something you adore.
“I texted you” she says as a matter of fact.
You get even more confused. “No you didn't. Isis-” you words stop there.
Where is Isis?
As if she can see the question inside your head, she answers “I stole her phone”
You're afraid she can hear how loud your heart is pounding inside your chest. The snake inside you holds your heart tightly.
“I want– I need you to pose for me.” she says excited, eyes shining as they stare deep inside your soul.
“What?”
“I've been trying to paint you for so long– maybe a year. But it never gets quite correct. Something in your eyes. I've been following you around since I started it, so I could get all the angles right. But no matter how close I get, my memory or my camera lens never catches what is missing.” she says it all while gesturing with her hands.
You stare blankly at her. You blink once, twice. You close your eyes for five seconds, then open them. She’s still here. She’s real.
“I want to crawl into your skin like a poison parasite”
She doesn’t blink. She presses her back against the wall and crosses her arms. Ellie squints her eyes at you, waiting. She knows how you feel about her — she can feel it — but seeing it herself is something much better.
“I will let you” she smiles, her fangs creeping past her lips “if you let me paint you.”
You nod. “Okay. You can paint me” you don’t even need to think about it. Letting her paint you means more time closer to her — but this time, you'll be able to feel her warmth.
You can see the sparkle in her green eyes. You have a feeling that she’d make you agree no matter what, but seeing you accepting her so easily, made something inside her burn in the best way possible.
She stands on her feet before shaking her head, as if checking if she's still here. “Alright” she murmurs against her breath.
Her eyes are back at you. For one, two, three, four seconds.
“You're beautiful” she says lowly, like she's talking to herself.
“Thank you” you say out of breath, getting high on her presence.
She reaches behind her, grabbing something while her other hand grabs yours. She puts the thing inside your hand. It's a key.
“You can enter my room anytime you want.” she holds your hand closed. She's so close that you can feel her breath on your cheek. “Our painting sessions will be at seven pm, but you can get there earlier if you want”
You just nod, too stunned by her beauty to be able to form coherent words.
“I need you to use your words.”
You swallow hard. “It's okay. I'll be there”
With a smile, she kisses the side of your mouth and leaves like nothing ever happened. Like your dream didn't just come true.
Your obsession finally noticed you. And now, nothing could stop you from swallowing her entirely.
YOU'RE MORE THAN LIFE TO ME
You spent the whole day looking forward to this moment, and now that you’re ready, you can’t find it in you to move.
You stare at your reflection in the mirror: the usual oversized hoodie and sweats covering your body from the cold and plus making you incredibly comfortable.
Your phone beeps with a message from Jenna. It reads “please, talk to me”. You roll your eyes and throw the phone on your bed.
You grab the single key Ellie gave you and stare at it. She’s finally at the palm of your hand.
You walk until you find her dorm; you stare at the number on top of the door, counting seconds for your courage to surface.
You insert the key in the lock and swallow before turning it to the side and unlocking it. When you open the door, Ellie is sitting on her desk, back to you.
You have to blink twice to adjust your eyes to the red lighting. But when you do, your breath is stolen from your chest as you get aware of your surroundings.
The walls are full of images of you; sleeping, eating, showering, studying, laughing, crying. There are so many pictures that you can't see the wall under it.
Has she observed you this whole time?
Tears form in your eyes and you're not sure of the reason behind them. Happiness? Fear? Confusion?
Ellie turns around to face you. She observes your reaction carefully, scared of it. She fidgets with her fingers and moves her eyes to the floor, expecting you to scream at her — call her a sick pervert, a disgusting stalker.
But to her surprise, a smile emerges from your tears. You look insane, but so, so beautiful.
“I watch you too.” you say with a happy laugh “I like to watch you sleep, watch the light break through your eyes.”
Ellie's smile is so big that it looks like her mouth will stay like that forever. You wouldn't mind it.
She gets up and walks towards you, holding your face with both hands and staring directly at your eyes.
“I love you. I have never loved anyone or anything as much as I love you.”
She loves you, she loves you, she loves you, she loves you, she loves you.
You smile and hold her hand, pushing your cheek against her warmth and closing your eyes.
“I love you too. But I need you to prove it to me.” your smile fades and her face contorts in confusion “Prove me that your insides are red like mine”
Ellie nods, mesmerized by the look in your eyes.
“How do you want me to do that?”
You look around the room searching for something sharp until your eyes fixate into a switchblade.
Ellie's eyes follow yours until she looks at the same thing. She looks at you and then at the blade again. Then, she walks towards it and hands it to you.
Your eyes shine with yearn and love.
You hold the blade with one hand and her hand with the other. Your thumb grazes the palm of her hand while you stare at it.
“Do you trust me?” you ask, inching the sharpie and shiny surface to her pallid skin.
She nods, shaking her head with absolute certainty. “With my whole being.”
“So breathe in for me, and close your eyes.”
She shakes her head no. And you look confused.
“I want to see it.”
“Fine.”
You massage the soft skin with your thumb before precisely pressing the blade against her skin — a single droplet of blood forms and you watch it fall to the floor.
While Ellie is distracted by that, you push it deeper and slide it to the side.
Ellie groans in pain and holds your wrist with her free hand, urging you to stop. But she doesn't dare to say a word. She trusts you, she said that before.
A line of blood starts to drip onto the floor and you watch it mesmerized. Ellie does as well.
She steals the blade from your hand and uses her bleeding one to hold your hand. She doesn't let you think before mirroring your actions into yourself. You hiss in pain, tears falling down your eyes.
“It's okay. Don't cry, baby” she kisses your forehead, whispering praises into the air “You did so good for me, such a brave girl.”
You sob watching your soft skin open and bleeding.
You hold your bleeding hands together, mixing your bloods. The sliced flesh rubs together and a sob escapes you both.
“Now we are one” she says, smiling insanely at you.
“You're more than life to me, Ellie.”
“I know.” it's what she says before holding your face with her bloody hand and finally kissing you.
It's like a black hole swallows you and you're out of this world. She kisses you like the world was ending and this was your last seconds on earth.
She kisses you like her life depends on it. It's not a gentle kiss, it's deep — not rushed, but deep and intense.
When you separate to catch your breath, her pupils are dilated, red at the sight. Her face has the imprint of your bloody hand and it only makes her more beautiful.
Blood means love. The red means I love you.
Before she knows it, you're pulling her closer and kissing her again, feverously. This time it is rushed, messy, nasty. You can feel the metallic taste on her tongue.
Ellie doesn't waste time tearing apart your clothes to get it out of the way. Her mouth never leaves you, now a mess of saliva and blood on your neck.
You mirror her actions, helping her to take off her band t-shirt and her sweats. She smiles when she sees you're wearing nothing under your hoodie.
“You look beautiful,” she says before latching her mouth to your chest, sucking hard until the red becomes white.
You moan in pleasure — pleasure for finally having her, pleasure for finally having her on you.
“Ellie”
“That's it, say my name like a scripture
She takes you to her bed and takes off your pants, pushing your panties down your thighs, watching the way a string of your wetness connects to the cotton. She licks your skin and leaves love bites on her way.
She inhales, deep and slow, like she's smelling the most intense perfume.
“Ellie, please” you whine, head lolled to the side and eyes half lidded.
She smiles against your skin.
“Please what?”
You grab her auburn locks and guide her head to where you need her.
“Please eat me”
“I'll fucking devour you.”
Her lips suck your clit like she's sucking the life out of you, the sound that leaves your mouth is guttural.
She licks you, her tongue exploring your sticky folds while she gets high on your taste.
One of her hands is holding your legs open for her own pleasure, and the other comes to your face and she taps your lips, ordering you to open them.
You do.
“Suck them” and of course you do what she tells you to do.
Before you know it, she's working you open with two of her fingers, slow and patient, letting you adjust to the stretch before she ruins you.
Her pace is fast, the skin against skin making a disgusting noise because of your wetness. It only makes your moans louder.
“Ellie I'm so close”
She smiles, mouth still on you.
“Make a mess of my face, baby”
And that's exactly what you do.
Your orgasm is the most intense you have ever had. The room goes from red to white in a fraction of time, you're not sure if you're still alive; the feeling is too numbing to let you care about it though.
You feel Ellie's body weight leave the bed, but you don't pay it any mind until you feel something touching your still dripping cunt.
You jolt, gasping while half sitting, using your arms to give you leverage.
The black silicon sits heavily between her hips. Your mouth opens in awe.
“Shh, it's okay, pretty girl. I'll just have some fun, all you need to do is lay down and look pretty for me. Yeah?” she says sweetly, lips forming a condescending pout.
Ellie wet her lips while focused on the beautiful sight between your legs. She guides her cock slowly to collect the wetness from between your folds. You can feel yourself throbbing against it.
She slowly stretches you, shushing you when your groans start to look painfully. “You're doing great, I'm almost done”
Actually, she's not.
“I'll make this easy for you baby, gonna get all the way in”
You whine, already fuck out, head against the pillow. “No,” you drag out the syllable “It'll hur–ow!” the sound that comes out of your mouth is a mix of pleasure and pain.
It burns like she's ripping you apart.
“That's it, can feel me real deep, baby?”
You nod, face scrunched while you try to process if you're feeling pain or pleasure. It's the latter.
She moves slowly but deep, moving her hips to a steady pace until you fully adjust to her. When she angles just right, she sees the look on your face, the sound leaving your mouth, she knows she just hit the right place.
She gets off just by the way you're moaning her name, a babbling mess under her body.
“Faster” you mumble, eyes glassy with desire
She pouts “Want me to go faster, baby?” you shake your head yes, feeling your body shakes with her movements.
It doesn't take long until your reaching your high again, but it doesn't make Ellie stop. She only stops when she finishes herself.
HEAVEN AND HEAVEN ALONE CAN TAKE YOUR LOVE FROM ME
When you leave your last class of the day, you're side by side with Ellie — giggling and chatting, bandaged hands brushing each other.
But to your surprise, Jenna is waiting for you. Standing in the middle of the way, hands on her front jeans pockets, red hair falling to her shoulders, making a bubble out of gum.
She stares at you and Ellie with an offended expression, like you own her something. In her head, you do.
Your face drops when you see her, not wanting her to bother your moment with Ellie.
“What are you doing here?” you ask, offended.
She makes another bubble with her gum. Acting nonchalant.
“So this is your new toy?” she asks, crossing her arms and pressing her snickers harder against the ground.
Ellie holds your hand, staring directly into Jenna's eyes. She doesn't blink, doesn't flinch.
“It is none of your business, just leave me alone” you say trying to walk past her, but she holds your arm.
“Baby, I forgive you. I don't care, just come back to me”
Ellie turns to her, face red and brows scrunched.
“‘The fuck did you just call her?” she pulls you from Jenna's grip, letting you behind herself as she gets closer to your ex.
Jenna laughs.
“Want me to spell it? B-a-b—” Before she could finish it, Ellie punched her in the face.
It all happened so fast that you didn't have time to react — not that you'd have done anything to stop her.
Jenna falls to the snowy ground with the impact, hands coming up to cup her face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Ellie kneels next to her, a sick grin on her face.
“Don't ever call her that again, or you'll end up with more than just a broken nose.” is the last thing she says before getting up and spitting on Jenna.
“You're not her ‘baby’, you're fucking mine” Ellie says kissing the corner of your mouth while you giggle, holding her hand and walking away.
One month has gone by and you haven't heard from Jenna ever since, and you're thankful for that.
You've been so busy with finals that you're hardly spending time with Ellie, having small to no free time to stalk her around.
You notice she's busy as well, always late, phone out of signal, disappearing for a couple of hours. You let it slip, she's already yours, what bad could happen?
You're lying to yourself, you can't let it slip. You can't risk losing her to somebody else. The mere idea of Ellie kissing another girl makes your stomach hurt, the image of you pushing a blade onto her heart forms in your head.
You would never hurt Ellie, you could never — she's the love of your life. But you couldn’t let her escape, so if killing her were the only option, that's what you'd have to do.
Later that night, you call her to come over, but surprisingly, she's busy with some paper work. You can feel the lie dripping from her voice. You just tell her it's okay, that you can see each other some other day.
But of course it is not okay. She's yours. Some paper work should never be more important than you. So you leave your dorm and hide in the shadows of the trees as you watch her leave her building.
She walks for an hour and a half, not looking behind once. You follow her of course, until she reaches the desert woods near the highway.
What is she doing here?
Thankfully, the soft snow muffles your steps. But you have the feeling that Ellie is so lost in her thoughts that even if you made a noise, she wouldn't notice.
You can see a cabin in the middle of the white forest, it looks abandoned and Ellie is walking towards it.
The perfect place to meet with a lover.
You hold tight onto the knife sitting in your hoodie pocket — you don't want to do this, but it's not your fault. It's hers.
You hide behind a tree when she opens the cabin door and enters the place. A single yellow light escapes through the window and paints the snow yellow.
There's tears running down your face, not sad tears, rage ones. Rage for having to do this, rage for how stupid she is.
How could she be so fucking dumb? How'd she dare to do such a thing? But it's okay, you'll not lose her, she'll live in your heart forever. You'll drink her blood to make sure she lives inside you.
A gunshot cuts your thoughts. Your eyes grow wide, scared of what she might have done.
Without giving it a second thought, you run towards the cabin, open its door and stumble on your feet when you see the amount of blood staining the wood floor.
There's so much blood that it makes its way to the door and starts dripping into the snow outside.
You freeze looking at it. Tears still running down your cold cheeks.
Ellie emerges from a room, face splattered in blood, a white rose bouquet in her hands. The roses are dipped in blood, it paints them beautifully.
You search for any injury in her, but you don't find any.
She smiles devilishly at you.
“I knew you'd follow me. You can take the knife out of your pocket, it's not what you think baby.”
You incline your face, looking at her with doubt. You take the knife out of your pocket and throw it on the floor.
“I actually feel offended that you imagine I'd do something so dirty. You're my destiny, y/n. I could never change that.”
Her words calms you down, you can see the truth past them.
The metallic smell reminds you of the red mess on the floor, coming from the room she just emerged from.
You gently push past her and enter it.
Jenna sits in the middle of the room, drowning in her own pool of blood, the life long taken from her eyes.
“I thought I'd show you some of my love,” Ellie comes behind you, offering you the bouquet.
Your eyes shine mesmerized, mesmerized by the proof of her love.
You look at her, at the shine in her dilated pupils, how they look at you.
She's right. You two are destiny. And your insides are red.
it took so much effort to write this! pls treat her well!
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Orbit: Part One - History
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: You and Jessie have a loving marriage, two precocious, but great teens; but this life and this romance was hard-earned. At one point, loving, doting-wife Jessie, was avoidant, non-committal, but oh-so-sweet Jessie. You and Jessie share your origin story with your daughters.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Well, y'all. I'm attempting another multi-chapter fic. ✨ Future angst ✨ Kids are named "Ky" and "Harper" though it's a totally different universe from Still Yours. I just didn't want to come up with new names! Oh. And eventual smut.
"I just can't believe she's falling for it. Like, this hot and cold bullshit is getting old. Just move on."
"Language," you said with a look from across the kitchen table at your daughter, Ky. You had to steady your expression and stifle a laugh at the briefly defiant, but relenting, eyeroll the teen gave you.
You heard a faint snicker from next to you and you held your gaze on Ky as you swung your knee out and nudged Jessie hard enough to jostle her, only drawing a fuller laugh out of her now.
Orbit: Part Two - Puzzle
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: You and Jessie are friends. But more and more, you wonder how something so sweet can feel so uncertain, and why Jessie keeps reaching for you only to retreat.
Warnings: Slight angst.
A/N: The story continues. Part one here.
"Fine. We'll tell you."
"Really?" Harper asked in hopeful disbelief as she sat forward eagerly.
Jessie shot her daughter a look and exhaled wearily already.
"Don't make me regret this," she said and you stifled a laugh next to her.
"I don't know, Momma. Sounds like this is your opportunity to set the record straight," Ky offered cheekily, drawing a slight grimace out of Jessie.
Orbit: Part Three - Exposure
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie slips back into your life with an ease and sweetness that makes it hard not to hope. But when someone mistakes your closeness for something more, Jessie’s reaction makes her silence harder to ignore.
Warnings: Angst.
A/N: Part one and Part two.
Flashback
“Hey, thanks for letting me come over.”
You exhaled and cocked your head at Jessie. You couldn't help but give her a withering, but faintly affectionate look.
“Jess."
You left it at that, her already giving you an unfortunately adorable and apologetic expression. You exhaled quietly and stepped aside to let her come in. You leaned against the wall as she began taking off her shoes.
