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ellie williams + abby anderson porn links

a/n: ive been meaning to do this for a whileee bc i have so many good links that remind me of them. i try my best to find videos w different complexions so they’re inclusive !! anywaaay enjoy!! i’ll update if i find any more good ones <3 minors and ageless blogs do not follow me or i will block u.

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ellie

her holding your panties to the side while you sit on her face with her arms wrapped around u, eating ur pussy

fingering your pussy, then slapping you and giving you a kiss after <3

her on top, grunting and moaning while dry humping ur pussies together

her slowly fucking u against the bed with her strap, shushing you and manhandling you into positions she wants

pounding into you with her strap from behind, smacking your ass and teasing you. “yea, you like that?”

more dry humping with ellie’s arms wrapped around u. lots of moaning and grunting while u bounce on each other so hard the bed can’t stop shaking <3

ellie on top, fucking against your pussy, completely clothed while you’re completely naked. lots of whiny moaning, with some dirty talk and tit slapping

abby

her behind you, clothed while you’re completely naked. feeling you up, groping and slapping your tits

sitting on her lap, while desperately riding her strap with your panties pulled to the side. lots of moaning and gasping into each others ears and praise from abby. “that’s my girl.”

her sitting on top of you with rubbing, spanking and fingering your pussy so hard u can’t stop squirming and whining

you on top, rubbing your pussy against abby’s, her tits bouncing while gasping and moaning underneath u.

her sitting behind you, your legs splayed open for her. one hand playing with ur pussy, the either choking u or on ur tits. she makes u squirt and rewards u with kisses after <3

Can you plsssss write ellie with an inexperienced reader and helping them through their first time? (doesn’t have to be specific) maybe ellie is kissing readers neck and they pull away kind of harshly but then ellie helps them feel good

IDK IDK THE THOUGHT CAME TO ME I NEED IT NOWWWW

melanchole | e. williams ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

PAIRING— modern!ellie williams x afab or fem!reader

SUMMARY— your best friend, ellie, has a hard time controlling her anger when it comes to you, accidentally revealing her feelings for you in the process.

WARNINGS— NSFW, smut [18+], mutual pining, angst & fluff, protective ellie, alcohol use, ellie gets in a fight, mentions of blood & small wounds, top!ellie, inexperienced bottom!reader, reader is kinda shy & quiet, thigh grinding, fingering (r rec), oral (r rec), multi-orgasm [2], overstim, praise, pet names, kinda proofread.

WC— 5.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE— ty for the request, anon!! i wasn't sure if you meant the reader's first time with a girl or in general so i did in general. feedback is always appreciated, pls don't be shy!! ♡

You shifted in the passenger seat of Ellie's car as you watched the tree line to your right, when the streetlights allowed it. Neither of you spoke as the soft pattering of the rain provided just enough noise to keep Ellie at ease. You weren't particularly... happy with her, or her actions. You'd planned to have a nice outing like you do every Saturday night, but something had shifted.

Your train of thought began to shift as you ran through the events in your head that caused such a dent.

It was too quick, too swift. The burning of the alcohol coursing through your veins along with the thumping of the music in the background continued to ramp up your adrenaline with each passing second. Standing in the kitchen of the frat party, you were a few feet behind Ellie, and a guy you'd never seen before was lying on the floor in front of her.

In one moment Ellie toward the kitchen to get more drinks. In there, you found said guy standing by the sink. The next moment, he began making disgusting comments about you. In Ellie's opinion, at least. To you, he simply complimented you.

Of course, after hearing his flirtatious comment, Ellie immediately stepped in and snapped at him to fuck off. Unbeknownst to anyone, the guy has major anger issues. As does Ellie. This only made things worse, causing the guy to snap back with much more venom.

Ellie had a difficult time controlling her anger issues, and when you were in the mix, there was no way she was going to be able to hold herself back. So Ellie, infamous for her inability to control her anger when it came to you, threw the first punch. Before you knew it, Ellie was towering over him, fingers twitching as her chest heaved. He was down, and Ellie knew it was smart to leave him as is, but she was unable to step away on her own.

The circle surrounding you three was growing larger and the loud whispers and stares were becoming overwhelming for you and once he stood up, wiping the blood from his top lip, you were able to ground yourself. Grabbing Ellie's wrist, you pulled her away from the scene, your plan to have a night out being cut short. Ellie made sure to glare at him until he was out of sight.

The entire drive back to her place was silent as you replayed the events in your head. Ellie was driving with her right hand on the top of the wheel, her other resting on her forehead as she leaned against the door. Neither of you had yet to say anything, getting in the car and silently agreeing to go to Ellie’s dorm, your prime hangout since she had a single room.

Ellie absentmindedly chewed on her lower lip as she too repeated the events in her head, her eyes piercing forward. She was angry, but not as angry as before. She was angry with herself. She couldn't believe she'd let herself snap in front of you, convincing herself that she'd ruined the entire evening when she could've just walked away.

That’s what you couldn’t shake.

She could’ve just walked away.

You knew Ellie was protective of you, given you’re her best friend, but it felt different. There was more than what you could see on the surface, which was slowly piercing through the more the two of you stayed silent. Sure, if the guy had actually made a rude comment at first, you would’ve been able to understand her behavior much easier. You felt completely sober the more you thought about it, becoming bolder.

"What was that?" you broke the silence, causing Ellie to nearly smile, though she was able to control it. She thought it was cute how you always wanted to cut to the chase, but she didn't want to with this situation. Not at all.

"Can we just wait 'till we get there?" Ellie managed, retightening her grip on the wheel. Despite the darkness that allowed little to no light inside the car, you were able to see Ellie’s swollen knuckles as she gripped the wheel. Seeing this, you swallowed thickly and quickly averted your gaze through the windshield.

Ellie could tell that you were frustrated, it was evident in your body language. When you would turn your head and look out the window, Ellie would steal a glance of you. She wanted to see you, but she didn't want to make eye contact. She felt embarrassed, scared, too many things. On the inside, Ellie began to panic, realizing that she had to have an actual explanation.

Ellie kept her eyes forward as she led you down the quiet hallway, stopping before her door to unlock it. Of course, Ellie let you in first before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Ellie's dorm wasn't spacious but it wasn't tiny either, having just enough space for her bed, a small living area, kitchen, and bathroom.

Ellie had numerous posters and wall décor decorating her walls, adding life to the dull cream-colored paint. She had comfy furniture that encapsulated her personality quite well, in your opinion. You both were silent as you kicked your shoes off, finding a place to put your things as Ellie peeled her jacket off, leaving herself in a hoodie and jeans. You followed her actions, still avoiding eye contact as you hung your jacket by the door, next to hers.

You watched her back as she made her way into her private bathroom, leaving the door open as she stopped in front of the sink, twisting the faucet on. She was too focused on scrubbing her hands to notice you watching her, watching the water become a light tint of crimson after running over her skin.

You kicked your shoes off by the door before following her, stopping in the doorway of the bathroom just a foot away from Ellie's right elbow. Your eyes were glued to her hands in the sink to the right, watching her rinse them clean. You finally looked up and into the mirror, instantly meeting Ellie's bright green eyes and the dark bruise that was forming on her right cheek.

"Holy fuck," you breathed, grabbing her chin to turn her face into her direction, finally meeting full eye contact for the first time since you left the party. Ellie's bottom lip jutted out as if she was going to say something, but nothing came as her eyes casted to the side while you examined her bruised face. "I didn't even see him get one in."

"He barely did," Ellie mumbled, her eyes finally flicking to yours. In contrast to her words, she had one, two, three scrapes from the guy's rings when he got one good punch to her eye. Her cockiness made you lightly chuckle, but your smile quickly fell as you released your grasp on her chin, your hand faltering back to your side. Ellie's eyelashes fluttered after the warm contact of your skin left hers, making her clear her throat as she leaned for the towel on the counter, drying her hands off.

You let out a sigh, grabbing a fresh rag from a folded pile on the corner of the counter. You knew that Ellie was going to be too stubborn to take care of herself. Ellie's eyes followed your movements, watching as you grabbed the washcloth before twisting the faucet on. You held the rag under the lukewarm water, soaking it as Ellie's eyes trailed the side of your face and down your neck before hearing you turn the faucet back off.

You were both silent as Ellie leaned her left hip against the counter, watching you wring the rag out, into the sink. There was a clear tension. The unusual silence wasn't due to the fight itself. It was because of the reason. You'd never witnessed her be so openly protective of you, mainly because she never had to be.

As much as you hated to admit it, you liked it. You didn't think it was okay for Ellie to throw her fist around, but you couldn't help but feel your stomach begin to twist in fluttery knots the more you thought about how angry she became, practically shielding you from the random guy at the party before they began throwing punches.

After wringing the rag out, you looked back up to Ellie's face, her eyes already staring as you began to dab the rag on the scrapes within her bruise, trying your best to avoid hurting her. Ellie gently grunted, closing her eyes as you wiped the her cheekbone clean. You only assumed it was from the guy's rings, leaving scrapes deep enough to leave a burn but not bleed too much.

The obvious red mark was already turning blue, and you had to admit that she looked hot that way. Ellie's eyes fluttered back open to meet your hooded eyelids as the pressure of the rag became softer, your eyes still focusing on her skin. She didn't care if you caught her, where else was she supposed to look? She wanted to say something, but she was at a loss for words. The silence was comfortable, you both just couldn't stop your minds from racing. Once you were done, you gave Ellie a nod before pulling your arm back.

"I got it," Ellie said, extending her arm out with an open hand. You placed the rag in her palm with a nod before gently turning on your heels, making your way over to the couch while she finished up. You didn't want to hound her, sensing that she didn't know how to approach the situation yet. You pulled one of her throw blankets over your frame, leaving yourself uncovered from your chest up.

Ellie felt her body relax as you distanced, being able to collect herself and her thoughts as she rinsed the rag out. There was no doubt that the alcohol coursing through Ellie's veins was partially at fault for her irrational decisions. Of course, both of you felt sober long before you got to the dorm.

You were pulled back from your thoughts as you saw the bathroom light flick off, Ellie emerging from the smaller room, toward the couch. Her couch was not the average three-seater, and was more of a loveseat. You had taken the left side, your usual spot, making yourself comfortable into the corner as you waited for Ellie to sit down.

Ellie sat close to the edge of the couch, not facing you as she usually would. Usually, she preferred sitting face-to-face, but she didn't want to face you as she talked about the situation at hand. So instead, she was sitting up with her elbows on her knees, manspreading as she her mind continued to run. You noticed there were new bandages on her knuckles that she applied after you left the bathroom, seeing that her index and middle finger of her right hand were free of such bandages. You nearly groaned at yourself for your thoughts, knowing it was not an appropriate time.

Ellie knew she had to tell you how she felt about you. She was just terrified. She couldn't imagine losing you because you couldn't reciprocate her feelings and felt like you needed to distance yourself from her. No, she couldn't handle the thought of that. She needed you.

"So..." you softly trailed off, crossing your arms over your chest as you felt yourself warm up underneath the blanket. This action caused your breasts to lift and show more cleavage, which was the root cause of the fight to begin with. Ellie saw it in the corner of her eye, tightening her grip on her hands. You knew that you had to go full force and just get straight to the point, sensing that Ellie would do everything she could to beat around the bush. She seemed extremely nervous, and much less angry than before. "Why did you hit him?"

Ellie felt a breath fall from her lips, having expected you to jump to the point, but secretly hoping you would change the subject. Ellie didn't overthink her thoughts, knowing that it was best to just be free with her answers.

"I didn't like what he said," Ellie explained, gently fiddling with her hands as her eyes darted around the room. You watched this, your eyes focusing on the side of her face as suddenly nothing else in the room mattered other than her.

"Ellie... he said 'I love your shirt'..." you trailed off with a smirk, which made Ellie want to instantly roll her eyes. She didn't think you dressed slutty or anything, she just knew that the guy was googling at your cleavage. She saw his gaze before he even spoke, hence why she snapped at him so quickly.

"He was checking you out," Ellie explained, twisting her wrist to expose her open palm in a way to express her frustration. You were surprised that she was quick to continue. "Before you even saw him he was staring at you."

"Is he not allowed to do that?" you quirked a brow, earning a soft scoff from Ellie in return as she finally turned her head to meet your eyes, her elbows remaining on her thighs as a strand of loose hair fall over her face. It was a serious yet sarcastic question, you wanted to know what Ellie meant.

"No, that's... that's not what I mean," she stammered, beginning to fiddle with her hands again. "He was looking at your chest as soon as we walked in the kitchen... I just, I just knew what he really meant."

You leaned forward, Ellie's nervousness becoming quite obvious as she softly twisted her slender fingers. Ellie kept her eyes on yours as you leaned closer to her, the skin between your eyebrows folding as you parted your lips to speak, your mind continuing to run as you thought about the events again. Still, you couldn't understand why she hit him.

"You could've walked away... Ellie, you broke his nose and kept going," you stated the obvious, making Ellie turn her head forward again to avoid your stare. It was hard to look you in the eye, especially under such circumstances.

You shook your head, softly grabbing Ellie's chin to turn her head back in your direction, meeting her green orbs once again.

"Don't do that," you nearly ordered, wanting Ellie to stop avoiding. You had to admit, you had a pretty good idea as to what she was thinking, and unbeknownst to you, you were right. Ellie had feelings for you, as you did for her. You understood why she did what she did, even though it's not an excuse.

Suddenly, neither of you had anything to say. Eyes glued to each other, you didn't notice Ellie's chest slowly begin to heave in shaky breaths. Oh, how she just wanted to kiss you.

"Yeah, I broke his nose. I'd do it again," Ellie murmured back, her eyes never leaving yours. You were not expecting her to say such things, feeling your chest lock as your heat began to burn with arousal. Ellie's shift from being nervous and quiet to blunt and nonchalant stunned you, making you squeeze your thighs together as you continued to sit up with your knees close to your chest, still leaning into her.

Ellie turned her body in your direction and leaned into you, her eyebrows softly knitting together. She saw it. She saw the way your legs tensed and your thighs clench together, how could she not? Even though her eyes were boring into yours, she was paying attention to every movement you made.

Ellie's eyes left yours to cast down to your lips, glancing at the way they were parted. She then looked back up to your eyes, which were silently pleading for her to kiss you. You didn't lean back, continuing to lean into her as to provoke her. You let your legs fall so that your knees weren't up but folded, your ankles hanging off the couch so that you and Ellie were practically in the same position, facing each other.

Ellie didn't care to hide her need for you, knowing her feelings were now obvious to you. She just didn't know if you wanted her just as much as she wanted you.

"So a guy can't say anything about me when you're around?" you continued to provoke her, causing the heat in Ellie's lower half to warm as she thought about you being hers. You noticed Ellie's eyebrows twitch, as she was slightly taken aback by your comment, knowing what you were trying to do.

"What are you doing?" she murmured, her voice sounding like gravel coated in honey as a smirk began to break on her lips, your doe eyes never leaving hers. Or her bruise. Fuck, her bruise. It turned you on more than you'd liked to admit.

"I'm just asking if I should start holding your hand to make you feel better, or..." you slowly teased in a joking manner as a smile began to tug the corner of your own lips. Ellie's heart was pounding in her chest, her veins burning with desire as she lost control of herself, unable to hold herself back from making a move at least once.

Ellie's hands found your cheeks as she pulled your face closer to hers, her eyes glancing from your lips to your eyes before her lips met yours. You could feel the slight scratchiness of the bandages on her hands, nearly making you moan against her lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, the feeling of her wet lips locking with yours causing a fire to burn in your core. Ellie pulled you deep into her, your lips smashing as she then pushed your forward with her body, the both of you sitting up straight as your lips remained locked. You wanted to catch a glimpse of her face, but her tongue was urgent, dipping between your lips as her palms tugged at your jaw. She'd craved you for a long time, and finally being able to kiss you was more than a relief.

Suddenly, Ellie pulled her lips away from yours, but her hands never left your jaw. She glanced into your eyes for a mere moment before tilting her head in the other direction, smashing her lips back onto yours as you then placed your hands on her jaw as well, tugging her into you.

Ellie's hands fell from your cheeks to lean forward, pushing you onto your back with her body as she used her hands to stabilize herself on the loveseat underneath you. She used her right knee to separate your legs, your right leg hanging off the couch as Ellie's upper knee made contact with your clothed heat, causing you to gasp against her lips.

Ellie's lips parted from yours as she looked down at you. Before she could say anything, you softly bucked your hips to grind your core against her thigh, silently telling her that you did like it. She knew you were inexperienced, being your best friend and all, she knew those things. That is partly why she was so protective of you, you realized. She has always been protective of you.

Ellie dipped her head back down, reconnecting her lips with yours as she began to softly grind her knee against your clothed heat, the friction of your jeans causing you to whimper soft noises underneath her. Ellie's grip on the cushions underneath you tightened, a whimper leaving her own lips at the noises you made as she continued to softly grind against your core. You reached to hold onto Ellie's wrist beside your head, from where she was stabilizing herself above you, your nails softly digging into her tattoo as she grinded against you.

"F-fuck," you whispered against her lips, nearly causing her to moan. She relished in the noises you continued to make while she began to trail wet kisses down your neck, the foreign feeling being mixed with her grinding causing a whine to fall from your lips. Ellie retracted, unsure of what you would like since you didn't have any experience with anything sexual involving another person.

"Are you okay?" Ellie asked with heavy breaths as she looked down at you, her bright eyes seeming dark in compliment with her bruise. You nodded, looking up at her through your lashes as you tightened your grip on her wrist. "If you want me to stop, just say the word. I wanna make you feel good, okay?"

You quickly nodded in understanding as Ellie leaned back down to capture your lips with hers again. She then tore her her grip away from the couch to lock her fingers in the belt loops of your jeans, pulling you against her thigh. You needed her, desperately, but you didn't know how to ask, or what to say.

"What do you need, baby?" Ellie asked, noticing the clear begging eyes you portrayed as her hands began trailing your hips. You huffed, bucking your hips against her. Despite never doing such things before, you weren't foreign to the burning desire you felt in your lower half. There have been many occurrences where Ellie did something so little yet effective, such as driving. You'd always have to squeeze your thighs together and look out the window to avoid wanting to pounce her.

You didn't even care that your first time was happening on your best friend's couch. Both of you were too urgent to care, wanting to feel each other after waiting for so, so long.

"Can I take these off?" Ellie asked in a caring tone as she gently tugged the belt loops of your jeans closer, forcing your clothed cunt against her thigh with more pressure than before, which made you want to shiver under her hold. You nodded as you stared into her eyes, a small smile finding their way on her lips in return.

Ellie's fingers found their way to the button of your jeans, loosening them around your waist. You arched your back and lifted your ass, allowing her to pull your jeans off your legs completely, leaving you in your panties and rather-revealing shirt. Ellie's eyes were blown with lust and anticipation, and despite her confident act, her heart was pounding.

Ellie then rearranged to your previous position with her right knee in between your thighs. Ellie's lower thigh made contact with your panties, grazing your clothed bundle of nerves. It felt much different when someone else was doing it, that you could admit.

Ellie applied more pressure as she began to trail wet kisses down the other side of your neck, stopping at your collarbone to begin suckling the sensitive skin. A vulnerable moan fell from your lips and you could feel your cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment, quickly pursing your lips together. Ellie noticed you stop yourself, releasing her tongue from your collarbone to look up at you.

"No, keep going, baby," Ellie encouraged, slipping the fingers of her left hand underneath your shirt to toy with your sensitive peaks. "I wanna hear you."

Ellie couldn't take it, she needed to hear you. Feel you, taste you. You nearly whined when Ellie released the pressure of her knee against your heat, feeling her cold fingers graze the skin of your stomach just above your panty line as she leaned into you, closing the small gap by locking her lips with yours, forcing her tongue into your mouth. You felt her fingertips slide under the hem of your panties, thankful that she wasn't asking if everything was okay before doing it. You were nervous enough, and you trusted her. She told you to tell her when to stop, and she meant it. You were too flustered, excited, emotional to ask everything of her.

"Fuck," Ellie softly groaned against your lips as her index and middle fingers, free of bandages, found their way to your folds. Her fingers slid down your slit with ease, your wetness coating her digits enough for her to accidentally slip her fingers inside of you, earning an uncontrollable moan from you in return. "Oh my god, baby. You're so wet, you feel that?"

As Ellie asked her question, she pulled her fingers out of your sopping cunt, dragging them up your slit to coat yourself in your juices. You nodded, looking up at her with hooded eyes just inches away hers, a whimper falling from your lips as you easily melted under her touch.

"Yeah? You're such a good girl," Ellie praised, her fingers slowly slipping back inside your cunt with a messy noise, causing Ellie to pull her bottom lip between her teeth. Ellie's praise was only fueling the fire burning within your core from your sensitive cunt experiencing such foreign pleasure.

"Ellie," you breathed, your chest heaving from your adrenaline and excitement swirling together within your core. Ellie slowed the pace of her fingers, allowing them to linger inside you, slowly curling up. A short breath fell from your lips at the feeling, bucking your hips to signal her to keep going.

Ellie moved to lay beside you on your right, easing you closer to the inside of the couch so she had a better angle to pump her fingers inside of you. She used her right leg to continue separating your legs as she began to curl her fingers inside of you after every slow thrust.

"O-oh, fuck," you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed as Ellie's lips attacked the right side of your neck. "E-Ellie—"

"What do you need, hm?" she purred in your ear, softly nipping your lobe with her lips as she waited for an answer, her green orbs boring into the side of your face. You were unable to respond, soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips as you began to arch your back against the cushions. "You need me to go faster, baby?"

You nodded, causing a sly smile to tug at the corner of Ellie's lips as she began to fasten her pace, the sound of your messy cunt making it difficult for Ellie to keep her lips closed, moaning along with you. Your hands desperately reached for her, one landing on her wrist while the other remained stuck underneath Ellie's body as she lied beside you. You didn't mind it as it kept you grounded from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Does that feel good? Hm?" Ellie inquired in a soothing tone, earning more nods from you as you nibbled at your bottom lip, trying to hold back the loud noises that threatened to bellow past your lips. Ellie leaned so that she was in the same position from earlier, hovering above you as she used her free hand to begin tugging your panties down your thighs.

The thrust of Ellie's fingers was delicate, yet so effective as she managed to rid your panties off your frame, exposing your entire lower half to her. You began to feel an immense overwhelming feeling of pleasure as Ellie's fingers continuously grazed your sweet spot, her soft praises in your ear only driving you closer to the edge.

"You're doing so good, baby. You're so wet, I bet you taste good too," she purred, her voice sounding soft in contrast to the messy noises of your cunt with each thrust of her fingers. You didn't expect your best friend to be so vocal in bed, though you weren't surprised either. You didn't mind it, in fact, it only caused your arousal to worsen.

"Fuck, Ellie. I... I—" you stammered in between moans, struggling to roll your hips against her.

"Do you feel like you're gonna come? t's okay, pretty girl, you can come," Ellie assured you, looking down at you with caring eyes as her chest heaved, her fingertips continuing to punch your spongy spot as she began to trail kisses down your chest, skipping over your shirt, and down your stomach. Before you could utter another word, Ellie's wet tongue dragged over your sensitive clit.

"O-oh, shit," you dragged out in a desperate moan, your right hand gripping the blanket that was now lying underneath you, your knuckles burning white as your eyes fluttered closed. Ellie's tongue was soft and warm, easily swirling around your clit in between sucking as her eyes remained glued to your face, piercing between her long, dark lashes.

Her cheeks were slightly tinted pink from her efforts, contrasting against her freckles. Her hair was messily pulled from its perfect bun, nearly falling out as Ellie continued to suck on your clit, the combination of it with her fingers sending you over the edge.

"Ellie, Ellie! Oh f-fuck," you cried as your peak crashed into you, your head falling back against the couch as your body began to shake through your climax. Ellie's fingers slowed but her mouth didn't, her tongue continuing to flick and lap at your swollen bud. The overstimulation was new to you, and very overwhelming. "S-Shit, Ellie, t's too much—"

Ellie quickly retracted her tongue, lowly humming as she gently pulled her fingers from your cunt. Ellie didn't hesitate to dip her fingers into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around them to taste you as you watched her through hooded eyes.

"Are you okay, pretty girl?" Ellie cooed, softly swiping her thumb over your sensitive clit as she hovered over you again, cupping your cheek with her other hand. "Do you need to stop?"

There's more?

You blinked for a moment, continuing to catch your breath before you shook your head. A smile began to tug at Ellie's lips as she slipped her hands underneath your back, pulling you to sit up.

"Can you walk f'me really quick?" she asked, earning a small 'yeah' from you in return. She then stood, reaching out for you to grab her hand, to which you accepted before she led you to her bed just a few feet away, easing you down so that your head was resting in the middle of her layers of pillows.

The main thing Ellie dreamed of was tasting you. If you were able to keep going, she would not turn down the opportunity. You were still attempting to catch your breath, your thighs trembling as you pressed your knees together, watching Ellie remove her clothes besides her undergarments, her cream-colored sports bra tightly hugging her chest. Ellie's forehead was littered with bullets of sweat, her nervousness mixed with her efforts to pleasure you quickly overheating her. It was obvious from her cheeks, shining a pretty pink as she crawled onto her bed, softly parting your knees apart, exposing yourself to her.

Her eyes were glued to your cunt, even as she began to leave nips and kisses on your inner thighs. She was teasing herself, and the thought made you shudder. Her lips pressed against your skin, growing closer to your sensitive heat with each press. Half of Ellie's bun had fallen out, and you found it quite attractive. It was different than her usual low-bun. Little did you know, she could tell, and you were the entire reason she would start wearing her hair that way.

"F-fuck, please," you whined, nearly pulling your thighs together, which would have in turn smashed Ellie's cheeks. "I need you."

Ellie's bright green orbs met yours after staring at your cunt for so long, a soft breath falling from her lips. Your pleads were like music to her ears, causing her to slip her arms underneath your thighs, pulling them apart before you felt her tongue push past your folds. A pornographic moan escaped your throat as Ellie pushed her tongue between your folds as far as she could, lapping at your juices as you arched your back above her comforter.

Against your efforts, you desperately pushed your thighs together from the overwhelming pleasure, unintentionally smashing Ellie's bruise on her cheek. Ellie hissed in response, which then turned into a deep moan against your cunt, causing vibrations to strike through your core and up your spine. Your body shook in response, your chest heaving as Ellie stretched her left arm further underneath you, wrapping it over your abdomen to swirl gentle circles into your swollen clit.

"S-Shit, I can't," you breathed, desperately gripping the comforter as Ellie's tongue lapped at your folds, humming in satisfaction with nearly every drag. Ellie's tongue retracted from your messy cunt, her cheeks glistening with your juices and her spit.

"Are you gonna come again, baby?" Ellie purred, looking up at you through her long lashes as she continued to softly tease your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt every few seconds. You managed to nod your head, unable to formulate a proper sentence as Ellie then continued to drag her tongue up your slit, maintaining eye contact. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it burned the coil within your core, snapping it. Ellie watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, your body shaking in her hold as she pressed gentle kisses on your sensitive clit.

"You did so good, you know that?" Ellie purred against your bud, earning a soft gasp from you in return. Ellie released her grasp on your thighs, using the bed for stabilization as she hovered over you, your eyes maintaining contact before she dipped her head down, capturing your lips with hers. Your chest was still heaving, making Ellie hum as she stood from the bed.

"Where are you going?" you asked, your eyes innocently looking up at hers as you were still coming down from your high, nearly making Ellie chuckle.

"I'm going to get you some water," Ellie said with a smile, wiping your juices off her chin with the back of her hand while walking over to the edge of the bed, beside you. "Can you handle that?"

You rolled your eyes, though a smile broke on your lips as you allowed yourself to catch your breath. Despite consummating your relationship, she was still your best friend, and was a giant tease.

"I think I can."

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ellie williams + abby anderson porn links

a/n: ive been meaning to do this for a whileee bc i have so many good links that remind me of them. i try my best to find videos w different complexions so they’re inclusive !! anywaaay enjoy!! i’ll update if i find any more good ones <3 minors and ageless blogs do not follow me or i will block u.

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ellie

her holding your panties to the side while you sit on her face with her arms wrapped around u, eating ur pussy

fingering your pussy, then slapping you and giving you a kiss after <3

her on top, grunting and moaning while dry humping ur pussies together

her slowly fucking u against the bed with her strap, shushing you and manhandling you into positions she wants

pounding into you with her strap from behind, smacking your ass and teasing you. “yea, you like that?”

more dry humping with ellie’s arms wrapped around u. lots of moaning and grunting while u bounce on each other so hard the bed can’t stop shaking <3

ellie on top, fucking against your pussy, completely clothed while you’re completely naked. lots of whiny moaning, with some dirty talk and tit slapping

abby

her behind you, clothed while you’re completely naked. feeling you up, groping and slapping your tits

sitting on her lap, while desperately riding her strap with your panties pulled to the side. lots of moaning and gasping into each others ears and praise from abby. “that’s my girl.”

her sitting on top of you with rubbing, spanking and fingering your pussy so hard u can’t stop squirming and whining

you on top, rubbing your pussy against abby’s, her tits bouncing while gasping and moaning underneath u.

her sitting behind you, your legs splayed open for her. one hand playing with ur pussy, the either choking u or on ur tits. she makes u squirt and rewards u with kisses after <3

perfect girl | ellie williams.

tlou2 ellie williams x fem!reader. college modern au universe. word count 6.8k. proofread barely. part two here

ellie is the most known dealer on campus, and reader is a stuck up, bitchy, sorority girl. somehow ending up near each other at every party, despite constant fighting. this party is no different, at first

this is smut, 18+ only. included use of pet names, mean!ellie, mean!reader, name calling.. fingering r!receiving.. etc. its a bit filthy. i wrote when high

Honestly, you hated frat parties. The loud music, the humid air and noisy college students that all reaked of jungle juice and sweat. None of it appealed to you— you always left feeling dirty and with a headache. But being in the university’s biggest sorority meant it was sort of a needed appearance.

Even now, when you were stressed beyond belief over the three different exams on monday morning. You had still been dragged out by your sorority sisters with the promise of a great party.

It never was great though. Never.

Usually you found yourself shoo-ing off shirtless frat boys advances, cup in your hand that had a bit too much cheap vodka and too little juice. If you had to deal with these things, you may as well be tipsy enough for it.

Though, the alcohol never made you any less in control of yourself. Control was what you valued most, being able to easily keep yourself in check. Making sure your well taken care of clothes never crinkled, ensuring no piece of hair was out of place. This in turn usually meant you took the role of watching over your sorority sisters. Eyeing any boys who got too touchy when they were drunk, snapping at frat guys when they didn’t take a hint. cleaning their face of tears or sweat, reapplying their mascara or lip gloss when they couldn’t. Holding their drinks with your perfectly manicured hands when they needed to pee.

You didn’t judge them for how they acted, you knew they were just having fun. Sometimes you wish you could let go like that too, join in on their dances.. giggle loudly and flirt with boys with drunken courage. But you never did. You probably wouldn’t tonight, even when your friend Dina had taken the role of sober one of the group so you could try and have fun. You still just stood straight up and watched on.

You were untouchable, everyone knew it. You saw the way boys looked at you— like they were falling over themselves just for a chance you might talk to them. Girls whispered about you, whether it be good or bad.. you didn’t exactly care. You had been called a prissy bitch one too many times to truly give a shit what other twenty somethings had to say about your attitude. You enjoyed being something no one could reach. It made you feel powerful. You rarely gave anyone that wasn’t your friends the time of day at these things, and god did it drive people crazy.

You always positioned yourself somewhere like the drink table at every party, watching on as if it was a live show for you to consume. In some ways it was.. you were always a watcher, never involved. So looking on was usually your only source of fun at these things.

Tonight was no different— eyes steady on the large group of people dancing, more so falling over each other, in the center of the room. It was grossly humid, and the flashing lights hurt your eyes. Everyone was pressed too close together— far too big of a crowd for this tiny off campus fraternity.

You found a more open place between the scratchy and old couch and the pop up plastic table. It held half empty bottles and a punch bowl full of some concoction that made you shake your head at girls when they tried to take a cup.

You stand stiffly against the wall— refusing to sit, let alone lean against the couch next to you. You didn't even want to imagine how disgusting it was.. swearing it was a lighter shade of grey last time you were here. This choice of station however was opening yourself up to a night of pure torture from a particular presence that seemed to haunt every. fucking. frat party.

Ellie Williams. Right on cue she walked over, ignoring you as she plopped down onto the couch with a few of the frat boys. She opens a little bag and turns in to face them. Of course. Obviously the stoners would choose the couch as their designated spot for the night.

Even if she had not acknowledged you, you already were burning with annoyance. The orange lighting currently overhead painted you the same color your insides felt. A growing flame, dull and orange in the pit of your stomach.

Ellie was a usual attendee at these parties. But not with a group of friends or some sorority like a normal person. No, Ellie was the chosen dealer for most fraternities of the university.. meaning she almost always showed up to smoke and give out to stingy college students.

But god, you could not understand what made her the choice for these people. You found her utterly obnoxious. She was loud— had the mouth of a sailor, and was always making god awful jokes. She had no shame— outwardly talking to whoever she wanted however she wanted, flirting with girls no matter the situation. Because Ellie also referred to sit out on the side of the parties, it meant you unfortunately spent a lot of time around her. You heard every stupid joke, smelt every gross joint, watched every girl swoon over her atrocious flirting. It was miserable really.

And god did she love to annoy you. It was too easy. She had discovered that at the start of last spring semester, and since then, almost a year ago, had made it a fun game for her. It became routine — and you swore she did it on purpose. Found somewhere close to you, invaded your space, and made the party even worse. Ellie would never admit that though.

Tonight wasn’t different. You couldn’t avoid your eyes drifting to where she was collecting cash from a few frat guys, loudly laughing and making jokes about some Jurassic Park movie that a frat guy promised to put on the projector later.

“Nah, the second one is way better!” The frat boy, Josh from Sigma something-something (you didnt care to remember the names) argued.

Ellie quickly shook her head, and you noticed she was wearing that messy half up half down hairstyle you once told her looked dumb. “You fucking idiot, the first is way better! It's iconic and so are the dinosaurs in it!” she fights back, lightheartedly shoving Josh’s arm.

God, did she have to be so loud? It was already loud enough with the shitty music playing. You tuned out the rest of the conversation.. or attempted to. Ellie’s laugh made its way up and over the beat of the song playing. You looked over again, watching the way her head fell back. Even from here you could see the freckles on her face. The low colorful flashing lights of the room made them hard to see sometimes, though. Not that you cared.

Eventually, Josh and the three other boys got up and moved away from the couch— emptying the line of sight from you to Ellie. She caught your gaze before you could look away, and smiled that stupid cocky smile she always did.

“Need somethin’ princess?” Ellie questioned as she scooted to the seat closest to the edge you stood closest to. The name made you clench your fist tightly around the cup in your hands. She had adopted this nickname for you after commenting about 1200 times how you dressed and acted at these parties. ‘Stuck up princess’ she had called you after one particular comment. It stuck after that.

“Nope,” you popped the P, sipping at the vodka in your cup and refusing to meet her eyes again.

“You were staring.”

“Was not, you got my attention by being obnoxiously loud,” you bit back.

Ellie held her hands up in surrender, “Whatever you say.”

You scoffed, turning your nose up and looking at the center of the party again. Mentally you counted your friend group and where they all were in the crowd. One finger came to press a strand of hair back into your hairdo, and then press a hand to smooth your shirt. You just wanted to get through the next hour or two and get home to study.

You can hear the flick of a lighter next to you, and bite back a sigh. Ellie had been sitting here all of five minutes and had already resorted to smoking. Unsurprisingly.

When the smell soon invades the small space between you, and that flame of annoyance in your belly grows to a small blaze.

At first you ignore it, sniffing and rubbing your nose like it would make the smell disappear. You glance around the room, eyeing some particularly loud and annoying men who were whooping and hollering. Soon though, the smell became too much. You turned to face the couch.

“Ugh,” you make a noise of disgust, loud enough for Ellie to turn her head to you. You pair the sound with a (very dramatic) scrunched up nose. “You smell horrible.”

Ellie smiles in a lazy sort of way, legs spread comfortably on the couch and head leaned slightly to look at you. She makes it a point to blow the next puff from the joint straight at you— enjoying the way your hands come to swat away the smoke like it was poison. “S’ just weed princess.. can't hurt you.”

Your arms cross, and Ellie watches as they press against the pretty baby blue lace shirt you're wearing.. too clean, too soft for a party like this. “It can make me stink though, like I already pointed out. Some of us care about things like personal hygiene, Williams,” you argue, to which she whistles, adding a quiet, “damn, low blow..”

She sits up straighter, leaning forward to inspect you. Seeing the pretty skirt that falls to your mid thigh— Ellie doesn’t doubt even for a moment that the white fabric caught lingering stares of every horny drunk college boy in the room when you walked in with your group.

But here you were, choosing to insult her instead of entertaining a single one of them.

“What's the reason for stick up your ass tonight?” She asks, making your eyes roll.

“Oh screw you, I’m acting perfectly reasonably.”

Ellie actually laughed at that, loudly enough to make you turn your head in embarrassment. “The way you act with me is never reasonable actually, but tonight is extra bad. You look stiffer and didn’t even attempt to be civil.”

It annoyed you even more that she noticed the stress radiating off of you so easily. She always could— it made her even better at pulling on the threads of you that made you most annoyed. She knew how to get a rise out of you.

“It's absolutely none of your business, Ellie,” you snap. Maybe it was a little harsh for such a simple question, but the auburn haired girl beside you got that out of you easily.

“God, would it kill you to be a little less bitchy for one night?” her green eyes narrowed in at you and she took another puff of the joint. Your eyes followed as she tilted her head up to the ceiling to blow out the smoke.

“Fuck you,” you mumble.

“Fuck you too, princess.”

There's a moment of heavy silence between the two of you, lights flashing now between a deep blue and green. The toe of your shoe tapped into the wood of the floor, the repeated motion serving as a distraction from the annoyance that Ellie caused. Your mind falls back to the exams you have to study for tonight.

The distraction quickly ends when the voice you had come to recognize anywhere popped up again. “Can you chill out? I can hear your shoe tapping from here.”

You huff, biting the inside of your cheek. “Can you shut the hell up? Go back to your joint and leave me alone.”

Ellie just scoffs, mumbling something about you needing the smoke more than her.

You ignore it, but can't deny how your mind wanders to the comment. What would it be like to smoke? Would it take the edge off like everyone said? You had only tried once or twice before.. both at a small get together where you ended up having to sober up quickly to care for your drunken friends.

“Seriously,” Ellie says a bit louder. “Come sit and have a smoke.”

“Excuse me?” you look at her like she had suggested the two of you take your clothes off mid party. Or she had suddenly grown two heads. It would offend her, the clear disgust— if she didn’t know you so well.

“There's a huge group of drunk guys walking over right now-“ she pointed with one of her fingers to where they were passing some game of beer pong. “If you stay there you’ll just get more pissed off and strung up when they bump into you and shit.”

You eye the group, slightly annoyed that Ellie was again right about how you would react. You glance then at the couch, at the weird dark stain and uncomfortable looking material. “I'm not smoking. But if you want me to sit? Take off your sweatshirt.”

Now it was Ellie’s turn to ask, “Excuse me?”

You make a face at her, pointing to the gross couch. “I’m not sitting on that nasty couch. If you want me to sit? take off your sweatshirt and let me use that.”

You know it's a bratty request, and neither you or Ellie look away from each other for a moment, not knowing who was going to make the first move. You almost regret it, and then Ellie reaches to the bottom of her sweatshirt.

It sends some sort of shockwave through you when she pulls the material over her head. You convince yourself it's because you feel like you have won, gotten your way over the girl you hated. Definitely not because her undershirt rode up for a moment, or that her sleeve tattoo was now on display.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” she says in a exasperated tone, but still lays the sweatshirt across the seat on next to her on the couch.

You smile sarcastically, “Mhm, thanks,” you move to the front of the couch, holding your skirt down as you sit on top of her sweater and press forward, sitting straight up so the back of your shirt doesn't hit the couch. You felt Ellie’s eyes on you, on the very large gap between you. “I can't infect you with something you know?” the auburn haired girl says a bit slowly.

“Haven’t I said it a million times? You smell bad.”

Ellie’s lip quirk into a smile and she doesn’t reply, placing the joint between her lips again and lighting it for another drag.

Just like she described, the group of college boys clambered over to the drink table, invading the corner you were just standing in to shout loudly and put the bottles wildly into cups. You cringe, shifting in your seat. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were glad Ellie had asked you to sit now.

The two of you didn’t talk, for a moment you watch Ellie’s freckled cheeks suck in slightly as she takes a drag, and watch her lips part to blow it out. Unable to tear your eyes away until a new voice comes from in front of you.

“Hey, Y/N right?” Ellie glances up for a split second before going back to looking uninterested in the boy trying to start conversation with you.

“Yep,” you answer plainly as you look at him. You recognized him in a blurry sort of way. His name started with an L… Lucas.. Leo.. La-

“Im Liam, from the last party,” he explains before you finish your train of thought. “Right, Liam.”

Liam bounces a bit on his heels, which embarrasses you. You fight the urge to curl your lip at the sight. “I was wondering if you wanted to go chill with a few of my friends and girls from your sorority upstairs? We’re gonna smoke and play games like seven minutes in heaven.”

Beside you it feels like someone has stiffened, but you ignore it. You let your face drop to look even more uninterested. “Seven minutes in heaven? Really? What are we? Fifteen?”

Liam flushes, clearing his throat to talk again. You just shake your head to stop him. “I don't smoke either so no thank you, Liam. Im good.”

The boy slumps a little. “Right. Maybe next time,” and then he turns on his heel and walks off.. looking like a dog with its tail between their legs.

Ellie chuckles, making that fire come back to your belly. You turn quickly— eyeing her. “What's funny, Williams?”

“He totally wanted to fuck you,” Ellie shrugs, watching until Liam disappears up the stairs.

You try to ignore the heat creeping up your neck, picking at your painted nails to keep the blush from reaching your cheeks. “Fuck off.”

“Trust me, I know these guys. Every party one of them tries to get in your pants, and you turn them down every single time.”

Ellie looks smug as she says it— and you want to wipe the look off her fucking face. Acting like she knew something, like she could tell you more about what was happening than you could.

“You don’t know shit Ellie,” you argue, unable to bite back the slightly misplaced anger anymore, leaning forward. “Why do you even care? Are you obsessed with me or something? Not everyone wants to fuck everything that walks.”

The words have a bite to them, bitter on your tongue. Your chest’s rise and fall is speeding up as you finish speaking. You watch as Ellie’s eyes get darker in the light, the flashing lights stop into a solid red as some song with the color name begins.

“And why do you care who I fuck? hm? Maybe you do need to get laid by one of those guy’s falling all over you. Might make you a little less of a strung up bitch,” Ellie’s voice is harder now, aiming to displease you more so than before.

It works, the flame in you spilling over to a whole fucking house fire at the comment. Your hand instinctively grips your cup, reaches forward and dumps it all over Ellie’s chest.

Silence follows, and you immediately regret it.. knowing you took it too far. This quiet is uncomfortable enough to make you squirm, pressing further away from the wet patch growing on the cushion. Ellie looks at her shirt, very slowly raising her head to look dead at you.

“Get up.” It's not a question when she says it, harsher tone than she had ever used with you.

For once, you don’t immediately bite back. “Wha-“

“Get up. You just fucking dumped your drink on me, you can help me fix it,” Ellie demands again. She puts out the joint on the table nearby, messy enough to make you cringe.

You can't tell how red her face is because of the lights.. but you are sure she is fuming. The way she is stiff and slow with her movements to stand a clue enough.

That’s why you don't fight to scramble to your feet after her when she starts walking. Your fingers grip at the sweatshirt under you, holding it in your hand as she pushes past people to get to a room nearby. You follow quickly behind— watching curious eyes follow you chasing after the other. The red lights hide the growing blush on your cheeks, the music pounding in tandem with your heart.

When she pushes open a door, you squeeze in quickly after her.

Ellie’s tattooed arm reaches to the side of you where the doorknob is, and her fingers move to lock it. You swallow at the proximity, ducking away quickly.

She doesn’t speak as she peels the now wet shirt from her frame— throwing it on the floor near the bed. Your eyes don't look away as she does so. In fact, you can’t tear them away.

Her body is toned, more so than you would have expected. Not that you thought of her shirtless before or anything. Her fingers ghost gently over her own skin, wiping any extra wetness. Your pupils follow the way the digits move.

What doesn’t surprise you however, is the sports bra that lays beneath the shirt. It's snug against her skin, and you watch as she tugs it back into the right place. You watch her breathe, heavy and unsteady, a clear sign she is not exactly calm at the moment.

“You are such a fucking brat, you know that?” Her blazing eyes meet your own— and you almost shrink. This Ellie.. She was different. You are no longer burning with the anger her face usually ignites in you. No, this fire is all different.

“Oh cat got your tongue now, princess? for once you don't have a stuck up comment to make hm?” She steps closer to you, looking down to where her sweatshirt hangs from your fingertips.

“Put my sweatshirt back on me.”

The words make your mouth go slack, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “Fuck off, Ellie.”

“Im serious,” her hair is more messy now, strands falling in front of her face as she stares at you. “You made me take it off for you, so now you can put it back on me. Fair is fair, princess.”

“You can’t be serious,” you scoff, shaking your head at the suggestion.

“You do it or I go out there, tell the frat hosting that you’re a crazy bitch who spilt her drink on me. You and your sorority sisters would get blacklisted from every party before those pretty eyelashes could even blink.”

It's a threat. A threat to your power, the social standing within your group and the general university. A threat to your ego as a whole, the thought you would be the cause of something like that. It also was a quick reminder that no matter what you said to her at these parties, she was the one with the power. You could insult and poke at her all you wanted.. but Ellie was the one with half of the people out in that room down the hallway wrapped around her finger. Her.. business determined that.

You purse your lips, meeting the green eyes staring at you again. It's another fight for power. Seeing who will crack under the tension first. You find yourself noticing the freckles that dust her face again, and a small red mark on her cheek you had not really paid attention to before. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, and you look away in defeat.

Ellie knows she won, stepping even closer to you, enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of her. It does something to you that you wouldn’t like to admit, your knees going ever so slightly weak. She pushes a fallen strand of auburn hair back behind her ear while waiting for your next move.

It comes a second later, shuffling the sweatshirt in your hand to the right position, leaning forward to push the hoodie part over Ellie’s head, fingers shaking when they brush against her bare shoulder. You can't admit to yourself that it isn’t because of some annoyance that you were reacting like this. She helps a bit when you drag the sweatshirt down her chest by pushing her arms through the sleeves.

When it's finished, you both linger for a moment, your nails still near her waistline. It only ends when she steps back, gaze still set on you.

“You gonna say sorry?” she asks, eyebrow raising expectantly.

You shake your head. “Fuck. Off.”

Ellie tsks, watching your every movement. She didn’t ignore how your eyes had been all over her tonight, how you couldn’t look away when her shirt was off. And god, what would be a better way to win whatever this was than taking what she wanted from you.

“Cmon, you know I was right about what I said,” she steps around you and then forward, smiling as you continue to back away everytime she gets closer. when the back of your leg hits the bed, you stop. “You do need to get fucked, might make you a little less miserable to be around.”

Her voice has fallen more quiet, a little something new to the way she spoke.

“But you don’t want one of those dicks outside to do it, do you?” it's accusatory when it's said, enough to make you realize where this conversation was going.

God, you would never admit it out loud. not even to yourself. Everytime you avoided a guy’s advance to instead bicker with Ellie all night. The times you insulted her about something because it made you warm all over, like a certain hairstyle or shirt. You blamed her a lot for annoying you, for those jokes she makes— for how she bothers you. But in honesty, you just hated that you couldn’t look away. Not from her face, her hands, the way she smokes, or spreads her legs open when she sits. It’s absolutely infuriating how much you think of her. But you had always kept it deep enough to not think about it until she brought it up herself.

“No, that's why you always turn them down.. why you always look at me after you do. God, you don't even realize it do you?” A shocked sort of chuckle escaped her lips, like she couldn’t believe this realization either. Her finger moves to a strand of your hair that must have fallen while you chased after her.

“You want me. You want me to fuck you, don’t you princess? That's why you are always such a little priss, isn't it. Get you so hot and bothered you just can't help but be mean?”

When you don't answer, Ellie reaches forward quickly to grab your wrist, gaining your attention. “Answer me.”

“No- I don’t fucking want you Ellie,” you choke it out, like it burned your throat to say. It was worse than a shot of whatever they had outside this door.

“If you don’t want me, then walk away right now. But this is your only chance. No more after this. You can't get one of those asshole frat guys instead. No more entertaining the little arguments you start. No more ignoring when you stare at m-“

You can't even let her finish her words before you crash forward, meeting her lips in an immediately messy kiss. She swears against your lips before dropping your wrist, arms instead moving to your hips, pressing you flush against her body. You want to pull away, regain the control you so desperately cling to— want to run off and out of the party.

But once the kiss deepens, once her tongue swipes against your lips.. you’re a goner.

You whimper when she bites your bottom lip harshly, and she swallows the sound with another burning kiss. You pull her to fall back onto the bed with you, and she immediately manhandles you further onto the bed, taking position over you and not apologizing when your head slams roughly into the headboard.

“Asshole,” you whine, she digs her fingers into your hip to shut you up as her teeth drag down to your neck, wet kisses and small bites pressing there until she finds the spot that makes you shiver, hand slapping against her arm, pretty nails pressing into the skin.

She bites harder, pulling a louder yell from you. She then sucks over the spot, soothing it with another swipe of her tongue. The throbbing feeling will no doubt result in a mark— and Ellie seems to know exactly that.

“Everyone’s gonna know,” she mumbles against your skin as she sucks another spot, controlling your hips with one hand when they try to buck up.

“All those other girls are gonna know when you wake up with these littered all over your neck tomorrow-“ another bite. “Gonna know what happened, what the perfect little sorority girl did with me.”

The comment draws another noise from you, and the heat pools between your legs, embarrassingly turned on by the thought of that humiliation sure to follow walking out of this room later. You can feel your panties going damp when she doesn’t let up the assault on your neck and collarbone.

You can smell the weed on her when her head dips closer to you again, and for once you don’t mind it. You meet her lips, shaky hand still gripping at the inked skin of her arm.

She's so controlled in her movements, enjoying how you are already a squirmy mess, enjoying how she has control. It's nothing like the Ellie she was in public, loud and joking. No, she was completely serious and calculated with every single swipe of her finger, every movement of her lips. One hand roughly goes to your chest, pushing up your shirt above your breasts, not bothering to even do the kindness of taking it off all the way.

“Mm, no bra?” Ellie questions mockingly, pulling back from your wet lips— acting like she hadn’t noticed the lack of one the moment you turned to face her at this damn party.

You shake your head, reduced to little words.

Ellie watches you carefully, at your puffy lips, at the way your perfect hair is now falling in chunks against the pillow. God, what a sight. You, untouchable and pristine.. reduced to being fucked on a stranger’s bed in a frat house. By her.

“Want me to touch you here?” she questions, fingers ghosting over your nipples.. smiling when they pebble at the softest touch. Your back arches, searching for more skin to skin as you nod quickly.

“Nuh Uh- words, princess, need you to say it.”

You glance at her, one side of you fighting against this feeling of submission you can feel yourself falling into. In an act of defiance, your hand comes up and over her larger one, pressing it down against the skin of your breast, breathing out a moan instead of answering her question.

This however was a bad idea, and she immediately pulls completely back, quick to grab your face harshly between her palm. “You fucking brat,” Ellie seeths, your lips pressing open just slightly at how hard she is pressing her hand. The roughness only makes you wetter, and you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for some sort of friction.. but Ellie is faster, slotting a knee in between your legs as she looks down at you, free arm holding herself up.

“No, you don’t get anything from me, no relief for that throbbing feeling you have im sure,” she says it so cockily that you think you may melt into the sheets beneath you. “Not till you admit you want me. Admit you want me to touch you.”

Your face burns a bright red, angry and embarrassed at the same time. You tried to avoid this admittance, ready to die on the hill to protect your already bruised ego.

But then Ellie moves her knee slightly, a shock goes straight through your core. Even the smallest movement had you trying to push down against her needily. She squeezes your face harder. “Just say it, I can make you feel so much better if you just admit it.”

The line your dignity was tiptoeing on is fraying, taken over by the bowling ball amount of weight from the desire in your stomach. The second her knee moves again, the string breaks.

“Please,” you beg, watching as Ellie’s eyes light up at the words, “Ellie I want you to touch me.”

Ellie smiles, reveling in how embarrassed you look. “Where baby?”

You suck in a breath, too far gone to keep fighting, “my pussy, please, please Ellie.. need you to.”

You’re squirming all over now, whining and feeling your throat tighten. Your lip gloss is all over your (and Ellie’s for that matter) chin, and your shirt is still just pushed over your chest. It makes Ellie shake her head. “God, you look pathetic. What happened to you hm? Where’s that put together girl you love to brag about being?”

Any words to snap back die in your throat, her mean tone is making your mind too foggy. The way you are totally at the mercy of her body, of the way she talks to you.. It’s addicting. The feeling of letting go of that control and power you hold so tightly onto.. It's almost as good as the sensation of her knee starting to move more regularly against your center.

“You look like a whore,” she laughed meanly. You are sure it’s true, your skirt is falling down, your hair has snapped out of its tie. Her hand lets go of your chin, and you move your mouth slightly at the soreness. The freedom is short- lived however, and two fingers are tapping your cheek soon after.

“Open,” Ellie says, smiling when you do so immediately. “See, it's not hard to be a good girl.”

She sinks the two fingers into your waiting mouth, one quick demand to, “Suck,” is all you need to close your mouth around them.

You aren’t careful about it, drool seeping out the corner of your mouth when she starts thrusting the fingers in and out slightly, watching in amusement as she curls her long fingers slightly, making you gag. “So fucking messy,” she mumbles.

Her pupils are just as blown out as yours when she speaks again, pulling her fingers out after deeming they were wet enough. A line of spit follows, connecting to your lips.

She wipes the excess across your face, furthering that deep embarrassment that builds in you. “‘m gonna fuck you now, princess.”

She says it as she makes you sit up with her on the bed, arm pulling to set you up how she wanted, knees tucked under your thighs on each side of her lap. You let her push and tug you around— fully dumbed out for her at this point. Desperate for some relief.

her fingers play with your skirt for a moment, and you both watch intently as they disappear under it. You push into her, earning a quick look. “Be good,” the girl demands.

You stop your movements, mumbling something Ellie can't understand. The pad of her finger slides over your clothed slit— humming at the wet feeling.

“You’re fucking soaked,” she shook her head, “All from what? Cause I was mean to you? Just from my knee, baby? How pathetic.”

Another whine rips from your throat, head falling to her shoulder. She shrugs it to force your head up again. “Want ya to look at me while I do this,” she explains— green eyes now mostly black as they meet your own. You nod, trying to please her enough for the next move.

“Atta girl..” she praises.

Your panties are pushed to the side as she sinks a singular finger into you— both of you moaning at the feeling. You’re so warm and tight around her that she gets dizzy, a warmth pooling in between her own legs. But tonight, It was about you. It was about proving who had the control here.. who could make you feel so good.

“Fuck,” you blubber, not getting a chance to savor the feeling before shes moving it in and out quickly, and then she is adding another finger.. and a minute after that, another. It's stretching you so well, so perfectly that you swear you could come right there. But you don’t, eyes set on her own— a hard look on her face as she watches your reactions. She leans closer, wanting to hear every little breath, every whimper.

“What would they think, hm?” Ellie huffs, pressing further into you. “All those frat boys who eye you up at every party,” she adds with a particularly hard thrust. “What do you think they would say if they found out it was me you got up that pretty little skirt first?” She whispers against your ear. Each word is emphasized with a press of her fingers, each rougher.. deeper, than the last.

You can feel your cheeks burning, and you blink away the tears welling in your eyes. You can't help the reaction— it's too much. She’s too much. The feeling is stealing all coherent words and thoughts from your mind— making you a teary and whining mess.

It made a fire flick in Ellie’s lower stomach— knowing she was the cause of pristine, pretty, perfect you— looking so messy. So fucked out. All from just her fingers. From her words.

“Too dumb to answer?” she teases, “too drunk on my fingers to even say anything?”

You shake your head like it isn’t true, and she slows her hand. You shake, trying to thrust yourself down onto them.

“Tell me then princess, tell me none of them could fuck you like this. No one could get you this fucking pathetic other than me.”

Fat tears are rolling down your cheeks now, lip quivering as you search for more friction. “Please, please el,” you cry, “No one else no one else, just you-“

All of your words slur together, and your nails dig into Ellie’s shoulder enough to make her hiss. The answer seems good enough, and she resumes her quick and harsh movements, fingers curling to hit that spot that made your mouth fall open, tears dripping past your lips.

“Fuck yea, only me,” she groans, your words pushing her to make you come even more now, thumb rubbing against your clit. It coaxes downright pornographic noises from you. Ones that someone had to have heard. You don’t give a fuck though, not right now.

“M’ gonna come,” you whine, face falling to Ellie’s shoulder again, pressing your nose into the crook of her neck. This time Ellie allows it— too focused on the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of you under the now ruined skirt.

“Alright baby, you can come,” Ellie coos— finally showing a bit of kindness to you as you clench around her fingers. “Come for me, princess.”

The cord in your stomach snaps, and you have to bite at Ellie’s neck to stop from screaming. The orgasm hits you like a fucking train, shaking harshly.

Ellie works you through it, mumbling compliments against you. “So pretty, so messy and perfect for me,” she hums. When she is sure you have calmed down enough, she slowly pulls her fingers out, and then lays you back against the bed. You sink into the mattress, cheeks red and wet with tears. She admires you, messy fingers pressing to her own lips to get a taste. The flavor of you, god Ellie thinks she may be addicted. She sucks her fingers clean and for a moment debates ringing another orgasm out of you with her tongue. But the look on your face, how tired you look.. she decides to save it for another time.

For now she stands, searching around until she finds the attached bathroom, disappearing into it.

Your eyes search for her, feeling needy. “El-“ you whimper.

“I'm just getting a rag to clean you up baby,” she explains from the open door— and you relax when she walks back out with a warm small rag.

She joined you back on the bed, coaxing your legs open as she very carefully cleans you off. The friction makes more tears drop from your eyes.

“Aw princess,” she pouts— wiping with her other hand to get the tears off of your cheek and drool off your chin. “So pathetic looking.. so pretty.”

The switch between praise and degradation makes you dizzy again, eyes closing for a second.

When shes done cleaning you up, you grab her wrist when she tries to stand. “ w’nna make you feel good el,” you beg. It takes Ellie a moment to match your whiny voice to that of the girl she knew outside of this bedroom, but when she comes back to reality— she shakes her head.

“Later baby, promise. You’re too tired, wanna get you back to your place.”

The promise to not just abandon after this makes your heart twist in your chest, that cold front that Ellie put on while fucking you straying away now.

You nod, letting Ellie help you sit up.

“Ready to walk through that door?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow.

A tired laugh bubbles in your throat just at the thought, cheeks red all over again.

“Yea. Yea, I’ll just say we got into a fist fight.”

“Fucking brat.”

Helloo :D

Can you do hcs of what it would be like to be friends w benefits with ellie 🫣

a/n: i been waiting on this one ngl... fwb is like the best and worst trope to me... IM SORRY IM SO SICK IN THE HEAD I LOVE U TOXIC ELLIE... also this is modern!ellie.. if this isn't what u meant then im so sorry and i will rewrite it.. not smut but smutty? AI AUDIOS AT THE END

p,s. i lost this when i finished it cause tumblr is the worst and i had to rewrite it so this is a testament of how much i love you guys and i am so sorry if u hate it

fwb!ellie headcanons

it kind of just happened one night after your friends abandoned you at a party and ellie offered to walk you home

you were always close friends with ellie but had gone to the party with a different friend group

...your straight friend group

and you were touch-starved

and ellie was TOUCH-STARVED

so when your tipsy ass asked ellie if she wanted to come inside with you she couldn't say yes fast enough

if she was being honest she was tipsy too

and high

and the alcohol coursing through both of your systems just amplified every touch

it would start gentle with soft kisses

but quickly pick up pace as you moan into her mouth

she wouldn't even make it to your bedroom, pushing you up against the wall and kneeing you

your moans only cause her to want to feel you, her asking for permission before ever touching you

her hands eagerly undo your belt before snapping the waistband of your panties with her fingers

she dips her fingers into your underwear, quickly rubbing circles into your clit

"shit... i'm barely touching you and you're already soaking wet."

"fuck, ellie."

"fuck, you feel so good... this all for me?"

but promptly after fucking you ellie feels sick to her stomach

it's like the reality that she has now fucked her very close friend, who she has always thought was pretty, hits her all at once

so she's quickly throwing her t-shirt on and frantically looking around your place for her flannel

"you're leaving?"

you break her out of her trance and as she looks at your swollen lips and worried eyes her brain is telling her: run, run, run

if it wasn't clear before ellie has no idea how to deal with her feelings

like at all

all she really knows how to feel is guilt & horniness

"yeah well, this wasn't anything serious... we're just friends, right?"

"right, yeah, i know that. it's just really late and cold. you can take the couch.

"right... thanks."

yes, ellie is disappointed that you weren't disappointed and yes, that's toxic

but you were disappointed and there is no way in hell you would be caught dead admitting that

ellie is gone by the morning

it continues every night for about a month straight

one of you is either calling or texting and ending up in the other's bed night after night

ellie will occasionally spend the night (on your couch) and wake you up for your morning classes

or wake up early and buy you breakfast

she tells herself that since she's not cooking the breakfast it doesn't make it coupley

sometimes you two will go out for dinner beforehand... it's not a date it's what ellie likes to call a 'pre-workout snack'

you two will study together and celebrate your grades on tests by trying new things out with each other

"you got an A-? so i'm getting fucking lucky tonight… hell yea"

soon enough she's leaving every party with you

and waiting by the phone for you to call

and thinking about what you are doing

or what you are wearing

and it's all really nice

until it begins to overwhelm her and suddenly she feels like she can't breathe

she didn't like how everyone began to call you a "couple" or how much it bothered her when you would talk about people you were attracted to

or how she wanted to punch their faces in

so she begins to avoid all your texts and calls and avoids going to every party she's invited to

she doesn't even check your social media anymore

it all comes to a head when she's walking on campus and spots you coming from the opposite direction causing her to immediately turn around

"hey, ellie! what the fuck?"

she turns around, an awkward look on her face and all she manages to say is: "what's up?"

"what's up? what's up is that you've been avoiding me. all my texts and calls. what gives?"

"i'm just over it. it got too... close.. for me. you're not my girlfriend so stop acting like you are!"

the minute it leaves her mouth and she watches your face shift from anger to sadness she feels sick to her stomach

"wait, i didn't mean it l-"

"fuck you, ellie."

she goes home and has to stop herself from throwing up

she has no one to talk to about this because she knows she's being an asshole

to make matters worse all she really wants to do is talk to you about it

and she can't

so she just wallows in her apartment and avoids you as much as she can

until she can't

her heart nearly stops when she receives a call from you in the middle of the night and you're crying on the other end asking her to pick you up

"ellie, i'm so so sorry... i wouldn't do this to you if i didn't have a choice but they all left me and i didn't know who else to call and... i need you."

"sh, it's okay... hold on, baby. i will be right there. everything will be okay."

she blows through a couple of stop signs on the way to get you and her heart breaks at the sight of your tear-stained face

"hey, are you o-"

"please just drive, ellie."

ellie takes you back to your place and you fully expect her to leave but she helps you upstairs, takes off your makeup, and tucks you in

you fully expected her to leave but when you wake up she's there in your kitchen

and she made you breakfast

"ellie, what are you d-"

"hey, you're up. do you think you could sit down, have some eggs, and just listen to what i have to say? can you do that?"

"um, sure?"

she takes a deep breath before starting and you make note of how she avoids eye contact with you

"i'm not good at this… or i thought i wasn't good at it and it scared the shit out of me. my whole world became you and i was looking forward to seeing you, and talking to you, and touching you, and i got so scared that it could all get taken away at any moment. so scared that i just sabotaged the one good thing in my life. i'm so sorry, is there anyway you could forgive me?"

"of course i can, you freak"

ai audios:

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: ellie has a new philosophy: don't fall in love and you won't get your heart broken. ellie also has a really cute new friend.

warnings: 18+ (as a general rule for this series and my blog as a whole) suggestive themes, eventual smut, drug/alcohol usage, cursing, descriptions of abusive behavior (neither ellie or reader engages in these behaviors)

chapter 1: ellie obviously has ptsd and you're her cute pen dealer

chapter 2: ellie gives you the cold shoulder, starring a special guest

bonus: ai audio #1 ai audio #2

chapter 3: ellie buys a scone and you drink a shirley temple (ai audios)

☆ how to disappear

toxic! e. williams x fem! reader

 a/n: this has been in my drafts forever n i decided to finish it for whatever reason… thank u to @whore-era as always for supporting my delusions about mean els n i hope everyone enjoys this! also trying out a new layout for my fics so i hope i hope u guys like that too <3

warnings : very unhinged ellie, tiniest smidge of angst, she breaks into your house, mentions of breakups, toxic! els gets her own warning, language, hair pulling, breath play, use of strap, strap sucking, fingering (r! receiving), a little bit of crying, ellie is kinda your ex but not really, a little gaslighting as a treat, name calling, slapping, mentions of bruises, degrading, praising, pet names, sex for realsies , use of daddy n lots more!

 wc : 7k or so … i apologize 

You knew getting over her wasn’t going to be easy but it was starting to feel fucking impossible. Leaving Ellie was something you never thought you’d have to do but you couldn’t keep letting her tear you apart.

You had let her see every part of you, bare and bloody and yet she still left you all alone when you needed her the most. Her need for revenge was never ending and every time you begged her to stay, she used the same excuse. They needed to pay. 

But what about you? — had you really meant so little to the person you loved more than anything?

You had cried on your knees as if you were a child, pleas leaving your lips in a desperate attempt for her to stay with you but it seemed your words never fully reached her. You thought the threat of you breaking up with her would change her mind but she didn’t even flinch at your words. 

Ellie had been gone for almost two months now and you had finally pushed the memories of her into the back of your mind, doing everything in your power to forget her. But her presence lingered, clouding your thoughts with countless images of her. Even as you sat in the small bar within the safety of Jackson, you felt as if her eyes were on you despite the fact that she was nowhere to be seen. You had decided to go on a date with someone new, someone nice. Of course you were mortified since you had only ever been in a serious relationship with Ellie. You just needed someone to help you forget the woman who plagued your thoughts but this was proving to be a futile attempt.

You had worn your prettiest outfit, your favorite skirt resting against your thighs as you tried to focus on what your date was saying. Her name was Sofia, sweet and considerate Sofia who worked at the diner that you frequented within town. When she had asked you out a few days back you were completely shocked, blushing as you agreed to meet her at the bar on this very night. You thought it was the right time to try and move on from your ex girlfriend but that didn’t stop the knots of guilt that were forming in your tummy. You lifted your glass to your lips, the bitter taste of alcohol meeting your tongue in a way that made you cringe. You wanted to soothe yourself and the mind numbing drink seemed to do the trick perfectly since you were finally able to focus on Sofia’s words.

 Her constant nervous jokes brought a smile to your face and you were finally buzzed enough to relax, leaning closer to her so that you could practically feel the heat of her body against your own. “I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to get you to go out with me” she said, a chuckle passing her lips as she set her own glass down. “I mean … you and Ellie had the messiest breakup I’ve ever heard of”. 

Oh, there it was. 

You were so close to being able to distance yourself from the thought of your ex but you were clearly too optimistic. Her words alone had you straightening your posture, trying to ignore the ache that was blooming deep within your chest.Sofia could sense your change in demeanor and quickly tried to fix her mistake, resting her hand on your thigh in an attempt to subdue your rising emotions. “Not that it matters or anything like that” she said, the slight crack in her voice almost making you feel bad for being upset with her. You ignored her meaningless words, moving her hand off your thigh so that you could stand up. “Uh… yeah. I don’t think this was such a great idea” you said, your eyes dropping down to focus on the floor below you to avoid meeting her gaze. “Thanks anyways” you mumbled, not leaving any room for the woman in front of you to argue. 

You tugged at the bottom of your skirt as you exited the bar, pretending to not hear the calls of your name that left Sofia’s lips. You were silently cursing yourself for wearing the skimpy outfit once you were met with the bitter cold the minute you stepped foot out of the bar, goosebumps rising on your skin. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to take deep breaths as you made your way towards your home. It always started with something small, someone mentioning Ellie’s name or someone saying something that reminded you too much of her and suddenly you were falling apart. 

This time was no different, your chest continuing to ache as you tried to blink back the tears that were quickly pooling in your eyes. You hated Ellie so much but you missed her even more, craving her touch above all else. You tried to self soothe, counting to ten a countless amount of times before you were finally able to reach your front door. As you unlocked your door a small breath of relief left your lips, your mind no longer racing as you focused on the fact that you could now curl up in the safety of your bed and attempt to forget everything that happened. 

You held onto the side of the wall as you kicked your shoes off, your brows furrowing slightly as you noticed another pair of shoes beside your own. It was dark, the only light coming from the moon shining through the window but even with the lack of clarity you could recognize exactly whose shoes they were. The chucks were beaten up as per usual, blood splatters appearing all over the front of the shoe. You could hear your own  heart pounding in your ears, shaking your head as if this were all a hallucination and you could simply wake yourself up. 

There was no way she was here. How could she have gotten in? You quickly looked around at your immediate surroundings and tried to shove down the wave of nausea that consumed you when you noticed that one of the windows in the living room was slightly ajar. You moved as quietly as possible so that you could slam the window shut, feeling your previous goosebumps arise once more. Your mind raced with questions as you tiptoed towards your room, praying that you were simply drunk and seeing things that weren’t really there.

You peeked into your room, noticing the form that was sitting at the very edge of your bed. You knew it was her, even under the cover of night. Some part of you was relieved that it had only been Ellie that had broken in but you quickly caught your own words. 

She had broken into your home. 

You were terrified but above all else, you were fucking angry. You didn’t bother to flip the light switch on, only needing the moonlight that flooded through your bedroom windows to be able to see her. You kept your distance, barely stepping into the room before you spoke. 

“Why are you here?” you questioned in order to break the silence, making a pitiful attempt to stifle the fear in your voice. Ellie barely turned her head to look at you and yet you could already feel her picking apart your appearance just by the way her eyes narrowed in the slightest bit. 

“Where the fuck were you?” she questioned in return, disregarding your own words completely. Her voice sounded rougher than usual, her tone laced with anger. You instinctively dropped your gaze to the floor, momentarily considering whether or not you should lie to her. “Just went out” you mumbled, not seeing any use in attempting to lie to her since it wasn’t like you had done anything wrong. 

You could hear her standing up from the bed and you could feel your stomach sinking as she approached you. 

Ellie had changed so much over the short period of time you had been apart, her hair being much shorter and her face now being littered with fresh bruises. As you finally met her gaze you took notice of the rather painful looking black eye she had, your face momentarily flashing a look of worry despite your own anger. If Ellie noticed your change of emotion she didn’t bother to mention it, her jaw visibly tensing as she took in what you had told her. 

“I had to ask Maria where you were since you weren’t home and she had to tell me that my girlfriend was out on a fucking date” she spat, now using her broad frame to corner you against the wall as if you were her prey. Her words took a moment to sink in, your eyes widening before they narrowed once more to reflect your vexation. 

“Girlfriend?” you scoffed, suddenly feeling your previous anger flood your senses. You didn’t ever really stand up to Ellie but you were so done with all her shit that you just couldn’t pass up this opportunity. “I am not your girlfriend, Ellie” you stated simply, noticing the way she slightly flinched at your words. 

You couldn’t believe that after everything she had put you through that she still truly thought of you as her girlfriend. Your frustration was evident as you looked up at her, doing your best to not let your fear show on your features. “I can go out with whoever I want. Do you want to know why?” you asked in a rhetorical manner, a cocky smile appearing on your face. “Because I’m single. I’m not dating anyone, more specifically, I’m not dating you”. 

You punctuated your words by pressing an accusing finger against Ellie’s chest, her body barely moving as a result. Ellie didn’t seem impressed in the slightest bit, a mocking scoff leaving her lips at your lack of strength. “You don’t want to date anyone else” she said simply, as if it were something you already knew. “But judging by your outfit—” she stopped momentarily, stepping back so she could scan your body with her piercing gaze. “Seems like you would’ve let them fuck you, huh?” she questioned, her cruel words making your face fall immediately. 

You felt your face heat up with shame, doing your best to not back down as you usually would. You crossed your arms over your chest to hide your body, internally scolding yourself for the outfit choice. “Yeah, maybe I would’ve. Maybe I should’ve gone home with her so I wouldn’t have had to find your sorry ass waiting here for me” you said, using your adrenaline to your advantage. “She would’ve fucked me better than you, I bet” you said, now letting your arms fall back to your side and ignoring the way Ellie’s face was contorting into an expression of pure anger. “You know what, maybe I should just go on over to her house and find out” you said, not even believing your own words but you turned back around as if you were going to leave the room nonetheless. 

You had barely managed to turn your back to Ellie before she grabbed your forearm with a bruising grip and forced you to face her once more. Ellie had already been terrifying enough before you had even spoken but now she appeared to be filled with an unbridled rage that you had never seen before. 

“Do you ever stop running your mouth?” she questioned, pulling you towards the bed before letting you out of her hold. “I did what I had to do and I came back for you” she said in a rather accusing tone, shoving you in the same way you had shoved her just moments ago. Ellie was far stronger than you, the small shove forcing you to sit down on the bed with a soft huff leaving your lips as you landed. “And after everything we’ve been through you are just spreading your legs for whoever offers to fuck you first” she said, her tone dripping with malice. 

You tried to not let her words get to you but you could feel your mind slipping away as she interrogated you. Ellie wasn’t extremely tall but her demeanor alone made it seem as if she was towering over you. “S’ not like that” you said, your words being so soft that Ellie almost didn’t hear you. “Speak up. You wanted to act like a cunt and run your mouth to me just a few seconds ago so don’t start acting shy all of the sudden” she snapped in response, her hands now resting on her hips. 

All your adrenaline had dissipated, being left to squirm under her gaze as you tried to speak up. “I said s’ not like that. Just missed you Els, m’ sorry” you babbled out, knowing that she had complete control over you now. You knew that you should be angry, maybe even worried for your safety because she had broken into your home but Ellie always knew just how to quiet your mind so that she could force your logic out the window. 

Ellie let out a sarcastic laugh at your words, rolling her eyes to show that she didn’t believe your words in the slightest . “You’re sorry?” she asked in a mocking tone, a fake pout appearing on her lips as she stared you down. “You’re only sorry because you got caught. You were calling me names as if you weren’t the one acting like a whore out there” she said, a sick smile of satisfaction on her face as she watched you scramble to defend yourself. 

“I mean it, Els! I don’t want to be with anyone else but you” you rambled, your hands fidgeting in your lap as you tried to make her believe you. Your attempt seemed to be useless, her arms crossing over her chest as she shook her head. “I know you’re just lying to me, like always” she said in a rather harsh tone, knowing just how to make you beg for forgiveness. Even if you knew she was in the wrong, you were still desperate for her forgiveness and you knew she wouldn’t give it to you so easily. 

You couldn’t bear the idea of her being upset with you anymore, your actions reflecting your desperation as you slid off the bed so that you could kneel at her feet. “Please, please, Els. I didn’t mean any of it, I’m so sorry” you said pitifully, looking up at Ellie with tear filled eyes. “I would never ever let anyone else touch me. I belong to you” you continued on, your hands clasping together as if you were praying for Ellie’s forgiveness. 

Your need for Ellie’s affection and approval was an absolute power trip for her and she would always drag it out as long as she possibly could. Instead of giving into your pleas, she continued to look down on you as if your words were irritating her. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean” she said, trying to not let the sight of you on your knees distract her too much. You had let a deep pout settle onto your lips, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to convince her that you were being honest. 

“I mean it, I swear. I only thought of you while you were away” you said, your words being interrupted by an occasional hiccup from the force of your sobs. “Just need you to touch me, please” you pleaded, pressing your face up against her thigh just to feel close to her. Ellie could feel your fresh tears seeping through her jeans and she knew that she had you just where she wanted you, completely at her mercy. 

She let her hand come down to the top of your head, petting you ever so gently to give you the contact you were so desperate for. “You know I love you, baby. I had to leave but you know that I was only doing it because there was no other option” she said in a gentle tone that completely contrasted her previous behavior. You nodded against her leg, her touch alone making the ache in your heart disappear completely. You almost felt foolish for believing that she didn’t truly love you. She came back for you because she loved you more than anything else. It was almost impossible to get Ellie’s attention and yet she so graciously allowed you to bask in the warmth of her love. 

Ellie pulled back her hand which elicited a soft whine from you, worried that she was still upset with you. However, she only did it so that she would be able to squat so that she was almost level with you, her hand cupping your cheek ever so gently. “Don’t ever pull something like that again” she warned, the tender touch fading away as she used her hand to grip your face so that you wouldn’t look away from her. The hold she had on you was almost painful, your cheeks being squished together so that your lips formed a small pout. You didn’t dare to move away from her touch, nodding your head obediently. 

Ellie didn’t hesitate to lean in for a kiss, her anger towards you being evident with how carelessly she was treating you. She had pushed her tongue into your mouth easily, as you weren’t resisting her in the slightest bit. Her lips collided with your own in such a violent manner that you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper since the force she was using had caused your teeth to dig into your own lip enough to cause a small cut on your bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth, the warm liquid smearing against Ellie’s lips as she continued to kiss you. 

Ellie had regretted leaving you every second that she was away from you but she would never admit that she was the one in the wrong. You belonged to her — so why would you try to ruin your relationship by going on a date with someone else? She would never allow you to slip away from her ever again and she was determined to make you sorry for trying to move on from her. 

Once she finally pulled back to allow you to breathe she was able to take in the absolutely pathetic sight of you. Your cheeks were stained from all the tears you had shed for her and best of all, your lips were swollen and now had the smallest bit of blood smeared against them. The sight alone made Ellie want to ruin you even more, momentarily stroking your cheek with her thumb before she lifted her hand to slap you. The sound of her hand making contact with the soft skin of your cheek seemed to echo throughout the room, the only other sound being the cry of pain you let out. 

Ellie had been rough with you many times before but her strength never failed to shock you, the force of the slap knocking you completely senseless for a moment or two. Even in your dazed state, Ellie took the chance to mock you in the slightest bit. “Does that hurt, baby?” she questioned, feigning a tone of sadness. Your lack of reply made her sigh, her hand lightly pushing your shoulder to see if it would gain your attention. “I really have to make you sorry. You need to understand how much you hurt me—how much you betrayed my trust” she spat, the sudden threats never fully reaching your ears. 

You only lifted your head once you had recovered from the hit, only for her to strike you once more. A tingly sensation spread throughout your face and you already knew bruises would be taking form before the end of the night but you didn’t care in the least. Fresh tears were blurring your vision as you mumbled soft apologies, your hands moving down to yank your skirt up enough to expose more of your thighs. “Need you to touch me here, Els. M’ so sorry, just need to feel you” you uttered, your words being slurred from how jumbled your mind was. 

Ellie had a pleased smile on her face now, glancing down to where you were holding up your skirt and taking notice of how your hands were shaking in the slightest bit. “You really think you deserve it, baby?” she questioned, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear so that she could see the red mark her hand had left on your skin. You took a moment to think her words over, shaking your head lightly. “No, Els. I know I don’t deserve it. I was terrible n’ hurt you but I wanna make you feel good” you said, looking at her with watery eyes. 

It seemed you had given her the correct answer since her smile didn’t falter, her hand patting your tender cheek before she spoke. “Look at that, my smart girl” she praised, although her voice continued in a rather condescending tone. “Finally putting that brain to good use, huh?” she said before standing up and moving towards your closet. You followed her every movement, almost crawling after her just so that you wouldn’t have to be apart from her. 

Ellie paid you no mind, her back facing you as she dug through your things. You were acting on pure instinct now, pulling your shirt off before unclipping your bra so that she could see your tits perfectly. You yanked the small skirt off, needing it out of the way as quickly as possible. You couldn’t feel embarrassed when it came to Ellie, shimmying out of your panties and pushing them off to the side without a second thought. You had stayed on your knees for her, knowing better than to move without her permission. You were following her with your eyes, realization washing over you as she finally pulled out what she had been looking for, her strap. It was one that she had used with you many times and you knew it was her absolute favorite since it always left you in tears, too fucked out to think of anything but her. 

Ellie moved swiftly since she was in no mood to waste time, pulling her usual black jeans off to reveal a pair of tight fitting gray boxers that she could easily slip the harness over. You tried not to let out the whine that was threatening to leave your lips since you came to the realization that she wasn’t going to let you eat her out. You needed to taste her but it seemed she was hellbent on making you pay for your previous outburst. 

Once Ellie finally acknowledged your existence, she had a satisfied smile on her lips at the sight of you completely bare for her and waiting on your knees ever so patiently. “You were acting as if you would let someone else touch your cunt but everything is exactly where I left it” she said as she made her way back to you, the observation leaving you slightly embarrassed. You hadn’t gotten fucked at all since Ellie had left and now she knew that for a fact and there was no way she would let you live it down. 

“S’ like I said, Els I–” you began, but your words were cut off when she leaned down in the slightest bit to deliver another harsh slap against your already bruising cheek. This time it took you longer to recover, as you weren’t expecting the rough contact but you weren’t about to ruin everything by complaining about it. Your hand instinctively came up to rub your cheek in a weak attempt to soothe the pain that was spreading throughout your face. The contact left you somewhat dazed, your previous words long forgotten as you looked up to Ellie for guidance. 

“What’s my name, baby? I don’t think I heard you correctly” she said in a mocking tone, her hand moving so that she could grab a fistful of your hair. She was yanking your head back so that you were forced to keep eye contact with her but she also used the new position to her advantage, pushing her silicone cock against your swollen lips. You were so dumbstruck that you had to take a moment to reply but it seemed that Ellie was feeling rather impatient, her free hand delivering a few light smacks to your cheek to get your attention. “C’mon, I don’t have time to play with stupid girls who can’t answer simple fucking questions” she spat, her grip on your hair tightening enough to make you whimper. 

“M’ sorry daddy” you finally managed to babble out, your pouty lips being pressed against her cock rather harshly. You had finally given her a proper answer and she seemed pleased enough, humming softly as she used her thumb to part your lips. You opened your mouth willingly, momentarily letting your plush lips close around her thumb so that you could suck on the digit in the slightest bit. 

“You should be sorry” she said, pulling her finger away so that your mouth was left empty. “But you can make it all better, you know that. Just show me how sorry you are and I’ll take good care of you, okay?” she spoke in such a kind tone that you felt genuinely safe with her, nodding your head with a dumb smile as you tried to lean forwards to take her cock into your mouth. 

Before you could open your mouth for her completely she had pulled you back by your hair, shaking her head lightly as she redirected you. “Where are your manners? Give my cock some kisses, bun” she demanded, guiding your mouth back to her so that you could fulfill her wishes. 

You immediately followed her directions, pressing a few messy kisses to the tip of her cock. You were desperate for your mouth to be full but you didn’t want to push your luck, making sure to only do as she asked you to. Your kisses were needy, little whines leaving your lips every now and then as you worshiped the cock that would soon reduce you to a mess of tears and desperation. 

Once Ellie was satisfied she pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at her once more. “Now let’s put that filthy mouth of yours to good use” she muttered with a sick smile of satisfaction before bringing you back to her cock, her smile only widening when she saw how quickly you parted your lips for her. 

You were finally given what you had begged so kindly for, letting her control your movements with ease. There was no need to feign any sense of dignity at this point, as you were willing to be vulnerable now that you were back under Ellie’s watchful eye. Her pace was unforgiving, little tears forming in the corners of your eyes at the lack of oxygen you were receiving. Even in a moment where you were furious with her for leaving you behind, you couldn’t help but give in to every demand she presented you with. 

“Look at my pretty girl, finally learning to shut that bitchy mouth” she muttered, watching as drool escaped from the corners of your mouth, running all the way down to the expanse of your chest. You made a weak attempt to reply, the only thing that could escape your mouth being a hum of agreement that was still slightly garbled. 

Ellie couldn’t stop thinking about what you had said earlier, the suggestion that someone was capable of fucking you better than she could. The thought alone caused Ellie’s brows to furrow, her eyes narrowing in the slightest as she carefully calculated her next words. 

“What was her name, baby?” she asked suddenly, her gaze being met with your own tear filled eyes. You had been so focused that you hadn’t heard her words, a confused expression on your features as you looked up at her. It was a rather pathetic site, your lips still being wrapped around her cock as you searched for some sort of guidance on what she wanted you to say. 

You made a weak attempt to respond, your words being completely muffled due to your mouth being stuffed full. Ellie didn’t seem to mind, her grip on your hair finally loosening so that she could pet your hair once more. “I know you haven’t been mouth fucked properly in a while, bun– but seriously?” she asked with a bitter laugh, her head tilting back in the slightest. “You’re already too fucked out, poor baby” she said sarcastically. If you weren’t in your current situation, you would've been able to give a snarky reply to her words but there was no chance of that happening given your position. 

“I asked you what her name was” she finally repeated herself, pushing your head back off of her cock to finally give you the opportunity to answer her properly. Your jaw was already growing sore and you took the chance to rub a soothing hand against your face for a moment before giving her the reply she was searching for. “Her name was Sofia, I think” you whispered, as if the words leaving your lips were meant to be a secret. 

Ellie hummed in acknowledgement of your words, looking down at you with a harsh gaze that made your stomach feel as if it was doing backflips. “You think?” she questioned with a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “You mean to tell me that you were going to let that bitch touch you when you can’t even be bothered to remember her name?” she asked with a slight tilt of her head. 

Her words were well thought out on her end, as you could feel shame rushing over every inch of your body. Before you could defend yourself against her words, she was yanking you up roughly by your arm just enough so that she could push you back onto the bed. You immediately moved back to make room for her to join you, pressing yourself back against the soft pillows. You had pushed your thighs together out of shyness, doing your best to think of a reply but each attempt just led to your lips parting in the slightest bit before a deep pout took form on your lips. 

“If you want to act like a whore by spreading your legs for just anyone, I’ll treat you like one” she sneered, finally moving close enough so that she could use her hand to part your thighs once more. Ellie always used her strength to her advantage, using one arm to hold herself up while letting her free hand run down your already drenched cunt. The simple contact made you jolt in the slightest bit, your eyes focusing on Ellie’s features since the new position allowed her to be face to face with you. 

Your breath had picked up in the slightest, her words echoing throughout your mind as you took a moment to savor how it felt to be touched by the one person you longed for. Ellie’s face seemed to be permanently etched with anger as she looked down upon you, her finger finally pushing against your entrance as a cocky smile appeared on her lips. “Do you think Sofia would’ve taken care of you like this?” she questioned, not letting her gaze falter as her finger finally slid into your pussy. 

Despite the fact that it was only one finger, you couldn’t help but let out a soft mewl at the relief it provided. It seemed Ellie had managed to memorize every inch of your body and only she could bring you enough pleasure to make your head spin. A string of moans passed your swollen lips as you shook your head feverishly. “No– mmph, I know she wouldn’t be able to” you replied shakily, your breaths now coming in at a quicker pace. 

Ellie had an accusing look on her features, as if she didn’t believe your words at all. “Then tell me why you were so eager to go run off with her” she ordered, doing her best to keep her composure since the feeling of your warm walls clenching down on her finger was enough to drive her insane. You felt as if she was being unfair to you, as it almost felt impossible to form coherent thoughts when she was fucking her finger into you at a rather unforgiving pace but you were going to try your best for her. 

“I jus’ wanted your attention, jus’ wanted you to stop me n’ make me sorry for what I said” you mumbled, your words being interrupted by the occasional huff in an attempt to catch your breath. Ellie was momentarily hesitant on whether or not you were being honest but she decided it was best to reward you for answering her, keeping her pace up just before she added another finger. “So you are a slut” she said in an accusing manner, curling her fingers in a way that made you cry out her name in the prettiest way. 

It was hard to feel embarrassed by her words at a moment like this and you weren’t even sure you were in a position to be arguing with her either. So you dumbly nodded your head, grinding ever so slightly against her fingers greedily. Ellie would have laughed if she wasn’t so pissed off, deciding it was best to take her anger out on you by fucking you stupid instead. “M’ your slut– only wanna be touched by you” you said quickly afterwards, letting your head rest against the pillows as you let out borderline pornographic moans. 

“That’s right, bun” she praised, although her tone still seemed slightly sarcastic. “Look at you, finally learning not to talk back” she continued on, feeling the way you clenched down around her fingers just from the smallest bit of attention. You couldn’t offer any meaningful reply, continuing to nod your head as you took in her words. Ellie’s own breath was growing labored now, as she absolutely adored the sight of you unraveling under her touch. 

“Fuck, I can’t even count how many times I thought about this while I was gone” she muttered, bringing her face closer to your own to the point where you could feel her minty breath fanning against your cheeks. “I kept thinking of you getting all dolled up for me, welcoming me home by letting me eat your pretty pussy” she confessed, leaning down in the slightest bit to give you a slow kiss and swallowing the whimpers that left your lips. Your brain was clouded with pure bliss and the feeling of her lips pressing against your own only added to it. 

She pulled back from the kiss to take a deep breath, her forehead pressing against your own as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. “But instead I came home to find you on a date with some asshole that you could barely remember the name of” she muttered, her motions coming to an abrupt halt as her fingers stilled. The action made you cry out pitifully, your hips still pushing back against her hand in an attempt to urge her to continue. You could already hear the anger that was lacing her tone, stuttered apologies leaving your lips the moment your brain caught up with her words. 

“And then you came in here, saying shit you didn’t even mean all because you wanted my attention” she scoffed, moving away from your face and pulling her fingers from your cunt before you could answer. The emptiness alone made you squirm, your pout reappearing as you watched Ellie’s movements closely. She delivered a rather harsh smack to your pussy, the sudden twinge of pain only adding to the pathetic mewls that were leaving your lips. 

Ellie didn’t offer any apology for the action, already making quick work of manhandling you into a new position for her. Luckily for her, you were always pliant and let her move you as if you were just a brainless doll. She had placed you on all fours, pushing your head down until your face was pressed against one of the plush pillows you were just lying against moments ago. You sank into the position with ease, spreading your legs to make room for Ellie to settle between them. 

Even if Ellie hadn’t taken her time with you, you were more than ready for her to finally push into you. Her hand kept a bruising grip on your hip as she guided her cock towards your pussy that was still dripping with arousal. There was a brief pause before she pressed into you, her need to make you beg always getting in the way of your immediate pleasure. 

“Are you gonna say sorry, baby?” she questioned, purposefully letting the head of her cock bump against your clit as she spoke. Your soft moan was muffled by the pillow beneath you, your head nodding purely based on instinct. “M’ so sorry, daddy. I was only mouthing off to you cause I needed you to touch me. Just wanted to be nice n’ full again” you babbled, your eyes already becoming glassy with tears of frustration. 

Ellie couldn’t help but let a condescending ‘awh’ pass her lips as she finally guided her cock down your dripping slit until it caught against your entrance perfectly. “I just love hearing you cry over my cock” she said without a trace of shame. She made sure to keep her grip firm on your hip as she finally buried her strap into you, her body pressing your own against the mattress. You let out a downright sinful moan, the stretch of her cock making your mind feel hazy. For a moment she kept a slow pace, taking her time with her thrusts so that your cunt could begin to memorize the feeling of her once more. 

You didn’t make any complaints about her slow movements, as you were just thankful that she was giving you exactly what you had begged for. Her gentle pace quickly began to pick up, her hips slapping against your ass harshly enough that your body was being pushed forward ever so slightly with each thrust. Ellie was using her free hand to keep herself up, her toned arm flexing in the slightest bit to support her weight as she kept up the relentless pace. You had waited so long for this feeling that finally receiving it felt unreal, your eyes fluttering shut despite your efforts to keep them open. 

Ellie didn’t like that your focus was slipping away from her at all, her hand that was holding you in place moving so that she could tug your head back by your hair. The sudden action made you yelp, using your shaky arms to push yourself up so that she wouldn’t have to use too much force to get you in the position she wanted. You felt her grip loosen before she moved her arm so that her bicep was perfectly wrapped around your neck. Your breathing was slightly restricted by the new position but it mixed with the feeling of her cock sliding into your cunt perfectly. 

You were pressed even closer to Ellie’s body now, your focus finally back on her just as she had wanted. Her cock felt as if it was pushing into you further, if that was even possible at this point. Ellie kept her face beside your own, keeping her pace as she let out soft huffs of breath. “I bet you wished for this every night” she gloated, tightening her bicep around your neck a bit to hear the little gasps you let out in an attempt to get more oxygen. “You were just waiting for me to come back home n’ shut you up with my cock, huh?” she questioned with a raspy voice, already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to give her a verbal reply. 

All you could do was nod your head, barely being able to move with how tight her grip was on you. The pressure of her arm against your neck was only adding to your delight and you already knew you wouldn’t last long, as she already had you worked up from fucking you open on her fingers. You let out a string of babbles that never seemed to form proper sentences but Ellie already knew what you were trying to get at, her pace picking up in the slightest to bring you closer to your orgasm. 

“That's it, pretty girl. Cum on on my cock n’ remember that I’m the only one who can make you feel this way” she grunted, absolutely loving the sweet moans that were being pulled from you with each thrust. You could only let out a weak “thank you” before your vision went completely white, the rest of the world feeling far away as you focused on the sensation of Ellie’s cock sinking into you. 

She had been absolutely right and you knew it. No one else could make you melt under their touch like she could and there was no way in hell that someone could bring you as much pleasure as she did. 

You let out a cry of her name, your words being slightly broken up due to the fact that her bicep was still pressing up against your throat but neither of you minded. Ellie made sure to fuck you through your orgasm, mumbling soft praises to keep you in your blissed state of mind. “So pretty, bun. Your little cunt is takin’ me so well” she said, her tone finally being full of adoration rather than anger. Her words felt so soothing as you finally began to come down from your high, your body shaking in the slightest bit as you let out a few more pitiful mewls from being oversensitive. 

Ellie shifted her hold on you so that she could guide your head back down to rest against the soft pillows, knowing that you most likely wouldn't have the strength to hold yourself up. You took a moment to try and catch your breath, letting out a quiet moan once she finally pulled out of your cunt. You let your hips fall against the bed once Ellie had pulled away from you, your eyes fighting to stay open from how exhausted you were. 

It only took a moment for Ellie to return to your side, her harness quickly discarded so that she could let you rest against her own body. You looked up at her with doe eyes full of love, your eyelashes still being wet with tears of pure bliss. You were making an attempt to speak but you were still a bit worked up, your words coming out rushed enough to catch Ellie’s attention. She shushed you softly before tilting your chin up so that you could meet her gaze. “Take some deep breaths for me” she muttered in a gentle manner, taking a few deep breaths so that you could mimic her movements. 

It took a few tries before you could take a proper breath but after a moment of watching her, you had finally caught your breath and you could say exactly what had been on your mind. “Els, promise me you won’t leave again” you said in a meek voice, knowing you couldn’t bear to be apart from her ever again. Your words brought a soft smile to Ellie’s lips, her hand moving so that she could rub a soothing thumb over your bruising cheek. “I promise, pretty girl” she reassured, keeping her touch as soft as possible. 

“And you promise me that you won’t ever try to leave me again” she insisted, never once breaking eye contact as she spoke. “I pinky promise to never try to leave you again” you said quickly in response, desperation filling your tone even as you tried to hide it. However, your words still seemed to make Ellie smile and that was all you cared about. 

“I love you, bun” she cooed, her current tone greatly contrasting her previous actions. “N’ I’m sorry about the whole breaking in thing, just needed to make sure I could see you” she apologized, although she didn’t seem very sorry. You hummed softly, leaning into her touch even more before you spoke. “I love you most, Els. And it’s fine, jus’ glad you're home” you whispered in response, already having forgiven her for her previous actions. 

Ellie only moved her hand away from your face so that she could wrap you in her arms completely, finally having a moment to enjoy being back where she belonged– with you. A comfortable silence had fallen between the two of you and you could feel your eyelids growing heavy with the need for sleep but you wanted to have a chance to take in Ellie completely before you did so. 

You had to scoot back in the slightest bit in order to peek up at her, your movements being a bit slow due to your exhaustion. You let your eyes scan over her features, seeing the freckles that had always adorned her face were now covered by the vast amount of bruises that lingered on her skin. The purple bruise that resided around her eye was accompanied by a greenish bruise that was on her cheek that appeared to be older, although it looked just as painful. You had waited to see Ellie for so long, her face had lingered in your mind during every part of the day and now that you were back in her presence, you knew there was no way to get over her. You loved her and she loved you– what more could you ask for? 

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ 𝑀𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙

— short Ellie blurb cause my Joel smut isn’t turning out good. — Inspired by this twitter video also farm Ellie is my favorite Ellie 🤭

—please send request

Whimpers leave your pouty lips as Ellie slides the tip of the toy through your drooling cunt. She watches as she pushes the toy inside you, filling you completely, smirking at the needy whimpers leaving your lips. “Such a pretty pussy, takin’ it so good,” Ellie’s soft voice coos as she uses her free hand to hold your thigh up. 

“I-It’s so deep, Els, please.” You reach down to hold her free hand as she starts moving the toy in and out. Ellie's eyes are fixed on your cunt, enjoying the sight of the toy disappearing inside you. 

“Shh baby, you’re taking it so well just relax.” Ellie kisses your thighs before moving up to your face. She kisses your cheeks softly moving to your lips, “You gonna be my good girl?” She mutters against your lips pulling back to look at you. You nod eagerly, staring back at her with big eyes.

Ellie settles down between your legs, her hand squeezing yours as she leans in to kiss your thighs again. You whimper at the feeling of her breath fanning over your cunt, her tongue darting out to lick a line up your thigh. 

She lets go of your hand to bring her fingers to your aching clit, circling it slowly as she continues to kiss and nibble on your inner thighs. You clench around the toy, the sounds of the toy sliding in and out of you mixing with your whimpers filling the room. You arch your back, pushing your hips towards her hand, silently begging for more. 

“Faster please Ellie." Ellie's fingers pick up the pace, rubbing and flicking your clit. You feel a knot forming in your stomach, and you know you're close. “I wanna cum please baby, please,” You babble, your brain foggy with the feeling of Ellie. 

“Not yet, baby.” Ellie slows down her movements, sliding the toy out of you, “I wanna taste you.” She uses her fingers to spread your folds, revealing your glistening cunt to her hungry gaze.  

You let out a whimper of anticipation trying to press your thighs together. You set up on your elbows to look down at Ellie, “Please don't tease,” you say with a shaky voice. 

Ellie looks up at you with a wicked grin, "Oh, but teasing is so much fun," she purrs before leaning in to give your clit a gentle lick. You moan and your head falls back into the pillows, completely under Ellie's control. Ellie continues to tease you with her tongue, alternating between gentle licks and quick flicks. 

Your body trembles with desire as you arch your back, silently begging for more. She pulls back, eyes fixed on your cunt, and you can feel her hot breath on your skin. Ellie leans in, dipping her head between your thighs, flicking her tongue against your clit before sucking it into her mouth. You moan loudly, unable to contain the pleasure that is coursing through your body. You run your fingers through her hair, urging her to continue with every breathy moan.

“Taste so fucking good, Princess,” She groans against your cunt causing your hips to buck in response. Her fingers slide inside you, curling to hit that sweet spot that makes you see stars. You arch your back, gripping the sheets as she brings you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. You grab her hands and move up to your tits, she takes the hint and begins to grope them, teasing and pinching your nipple as she continues to suck your clit.

“I can't hold it anymore, please baby.” You beg her to let you come, your thighs trembling around her head. She doesn't stop, driving you over the edge with laps to your cunt. She continues to lap at your juices, bringing you down from your high with gentle kisses to your clit and soft touches. Ellie crawls up your body and kisses you deeply, making you taste yourself on her tongue. You wrap your arms around her and hold her tight, feeling the sweat on your skin.

She grips your jaw bringing her slick covered fingers to your mouth. You eagerly suck on her fingers, moaning around them as she whispers in your ear, “Such a pretty girl.” You look away feeling a sudden wave of shyness, she moves down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. “My pretty girl,” She whispers again. 

I’ve never written for Ellie cause Ellie writers are kinda intimidating

can you do angsty ellie headcanons? maybe how she reacts in a fight/what makes her angry? or ellie being mean to reader and having to apologize??

a/n: of course!!! this is NOT proofread... and there is some ai audios at the bottom... enjoy!

angry gf ellie

ellie does her absolute best to not get upset with you

like she really does because her mouth is a bitch when she's mad

but sometimes you take things a little too far and ellie has to fight with herself to not lash out at you

"ellie, i wasn't actually flirting with her. i was just trying to tease you." you would say in a worried voice as you watched her pace the room and avoid eye contact with you

"in what fucking world would you think i would like that?" she would spit out, flinching at her own tone

"i jus-" you try and justify it but you know you have pushed her a little too far

she would probably cut you off with the sound of your name, her voice much gentler this time

"can you just go? i need to be alone right now."

ellie is also very good at the silent treatment which drives you crazy

she would avoid you for days after the incident, not wanting to get in a full-fledged fight with you

she keeps imagining you playfully laughing and touching someone else's forearm and it drives her crazy

she doesn't even know why you would do something like that, was she not giving you enough attention?

so she would end up at your door late at night with her foot in your mouth

upon seeing your tired face, probably from the stress she caused you, she would immediately fold (ellie is such a simp it's embarrassing)

she just forgets what she's mad about when looking into your sad eyes, your face already in the palm of her hand

"baby," she would coo

"'m sorry els, it was so stupid. i don't even know why i thought that was a good idea because if you did that to me i would probably lose my mind, so please don't break up with me. i promise it will never-" she would watch as you rambled on but get absolutely thrown by the 'don't break up with me' comment

"hey hey hey, who said anything about breaking up? i was just upset, is all. don't like seeing my girl touching anyone else, yeah? we're okay, i promise." she does her best to reassure you, but when the worried look on your face doesn't go away she decides to press a kiss on your forehead

"you promise?"

"i promise. -- now are you going to invite me in? it's fucking freezing out here!"

ellie only gets angry at the sight of two things: you with another person and you injured

it's why she tries her best to be the only one who goes on patrol with you, but since shifts rotate sometimes you have to go with someone else

and that someone was jesse, who you loved but who ellie hated for you to be on patrol with

she knows what you and jesse are like around eachother (distracted) and you always come back with a few extra scratches when you're out with him

this time you came back on the back of jesse's horse with blood dripping down your forehead

upon seeing you ellie is immediately fuming and running out from the shelter of the stable to help you off the horse

she tries to be gentle in helping you down but she's shaking and your blood has started to drip onto her hand

"what the fuck happened, jesse?" she says in a huff as the men in the stable rush over to help her get you down.

"raiders, they just came out of nowhere." he sighs, hand on his head because he knows he's about to get it from ellie

"they came out of nowhere? or were you just not paying any fucking attention?!" she glared at jesse as you toppled over into her

"c'mon baby, you're okay." she'd press a kiss to your forehead ignoring jesse as she got you to the infirmary

but once you were all stitched up and alert? she was on you in an instant

"you always do this and i tell you every time that one day it's going to cost you your fucking life! and that day was almost today! -- do you know how lucky you are?"

you were just blinking up at her with your eyes wide, it shocked you that when you finally came to you were recieving a lecture from your girlfriend

"ellie, i'm too tired for this."

"oh, you're too tired? imagine how tired i am! how tiring it must be to wait for days not knowing if your girlfriend is dead. but noooo, jesse is just that fucking interesting that you have to risk your life to laugh at his lame jokes."

"what do you want me to do?" at this point you're just trying to get the pounding in your head to stop

"i want you to focus when you are on patrol! act like your life means something!" she's practically begging at this point

"okay."

"okay?"

"anything to stop you yelling at me, i really don't feel good." you say, leaning over to throw up into the closest garbage can

and just like that ellie is your ellie again, she's rushing over to hold your hair and rub your back

when you finish she gets up to throw the trash outside so the room doesn't stink

she hates being mad at you, but she hates upsetting you

"look, about what i said earlier; i'm sorry. i don't know what would happen, what i would do, if i lost you. i didn't mean to take it out on you."

you grab her hand and squeeze it lightly, "i know and i love you."

"i love you more."

but then you're leaning in to give her a kiss and she remembers five minutes ago when you were throwing up everything inside you

"i'll give you a kiss later…after we get those teeth cleaned."

ai audios:

i had more... but there's an upload limit

hii love can you write hcs of ellie williams in protective gf mode

a/n: of course! thank u for the request <;3 p.s little bonus ai audio at the end (ellie yelling at u lol, ellie telling u to drink up, ellie asking u whats wrong)

protective gf ellie

it’s no secret that ellie is extremely protective of the people around her, but when it came to you it was a whole other story

she’s protective of you out in the world, if you’re on patrol together she will always enter new areas before you, scoping it out before giving you the okay to come in

“it’s safe to come in, babe.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“and you’re still alive, so where’s my thank you?”

she would definitely try not to baby you since she’s positive you can hold your own (it’s very hot to her how badass you are on patrol) but sometimes she just can’t control it

she knows she’s immune so she would much rather take her chances than have you be bit, but you don't know that so you get into little quips about why she doesn’t let you fight infected

“i don’t see why i can’t clear out the area with you ellie, i feel like i’m not pulling my weight.”

“it’s not safe, you could get bit.”

“SO COULD YOU!”

“but i won’t.”

she will always check the sturdiness of the floor before telling you to follow her (she’s fallen through too many floors to take her chances with you)

when you do end up getting hurt on patrol she gets mad

like unreasonably angry at you… she’s working on it

“what the fuck were you thinking?! going in there gun’s blazing, you didn’t know how many of them there were!” she would scold you while tending to your wounds, it was honestly very confusing

“i’m sorry, i jus-“

“don’t do it again.” she would say it in her sternest voice before kissing the gauze where she patched you up

when it comes to protecting you from other people in jackson ellie was known for being ruthless

a guy hitting on you at the diner? she would slide into the booth next to you and wrap her arm around your waist with an exaggerated, “hey baby.”

someone who won’t leave you alone when you’re obviously uncomfortable? she would immediately step in between the two of you with her finger pointed in the guys face, “hey back the fuck up!”

if she ever saw you crying, all hell would break loose

inside her rage would be boiling, but on the outside she was running up to you, putting your face in her hands, scanning your body for any injuries, and asking you with the most tender voice, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“these guys would not stop making fun of me on my way home.” you would explain in between sniffles “just got so overwhelmed, but i’m okay.”

“who? what did they look like? what were they saying?”

“ellie, don’t do anything.”

“i won’t, just tell me. wanna make sure those assholes shovel horse shit for a month.”

after you would tell her she’d press a kiss on your forehead and stay with you until you fell asleep

after she would go out and find the guys who made you cry and beat them up (violence isn’t the answer but this is ellie and she’s a sucker for revenge)

ellie’s actually not above punching anyone for you, she just would never let you see that side of her

a part of her also wants to protect you from herself and what she’s capable of

so whenever she’s not doing mentally well she would seperate herself from you so she doesn’t lash out at you

she hates the look on your face when anyone yells at you and she knows she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she was on the receiving end

she also always walks you home, she likes when you call her a gentleman and kiss her goodnight

she’s also protective of you when you’re not feeling well, absolutely ignoring her own health to make sure you’re eating, sleeping, and getting enough water

“c’mon baby, drink up.” she would coo as she gently sat you up in your bed, her protective hand resting on the small of you back while you drank

she would stroke your hair as you slept, constantly checking your body temperature as she waited for your fever to break

on the flipside, whenever she was sick she wouldn’t let you around her

you would be banging on her door with homemade soup being like “ellie, open this goddamn door!”

and her sick ass would say “no! don't wanna get you sick!” through her stuffy nose

“fine, but i’m leaving the soup outside your door, please make sure you eat it and drink water!”

“thank you.”

“okay, bye, i love you!”

“i love you more”

she’s always doting on you, making sure your happy and satisfied

if you’re eating together she would make sure you are full before she finishes her plate just in case you want more

at community events her eyes would always return to you even when she’s in conversation with someone else

“she’s fine y’know? just the spring dance.” jesse would say after her looking over at you for the tenth time in their 15 minute conversation

“i know. i just like looking at her.” it wasn’t a lie, but she was still just making sure you were okay

ai audios:

true blue. (two)

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: both ellie and reader are u-haul lesbians and there is a jump scare

warnings: SMUT! suggestive themes, drug/alcohol usage, cursing, descriptions of abusive behavior (neither ellie or reader engages in these behaviors)

a/n: this chapter... idk it has me giggling and blushing.

read part one here!

Ellie felt like throwing up.

After finding out about your history with Cat, she decided that it would be best to only talk about the project with you. She knew she came off cold, but for some reason she didn’t care. When it came to Cat, Ellie almost always shut down, and when it came to the idea that Cat may have also stuck her tongue down your throat, Ellie felt physically sick. A part of her felt bad about having feelings for you, but another part of her was deeply disturbed by the fact that you were into Cat. She also didn’t like that you still had the photo up on your Instagram.

A part of her also knew that she was being dramatic, but the less rational side of her was winning over at the moment. She found herself ranting to Dina about it almost 5 times a week, or everytime they smoked together. At about three hits in, Ellie was already ranting about you and your pretty hair and your pretty lips and how they were tainted by Cat. Like clockwork Dina would roll her eyes, rip the joint from Ellie’s hand, and diffuse it in the ashtray they made at Color Me Mine. 

“You need to get over this, man.” 

“I’m trying.”

So here Ellie sat, writing the second part of the project in your dorm and refusing to make eye contact with you. You almost instantly noticed an immediate shift in Ellie’s demeanor when it changed weeks ago, but you were at your breaking point. At this point it almost seemed that anything you did would annoy her, or whenever you spoke she would act shocked as if she forgot you were there. Not only was it extremely aggravating, but it was also getting in the way of the quality of your project.

“Did I do something?” You questioned, breaking the silence Ellie was enjoying causing her eyes to shoot up to yours. Yeah, you fucked my-

“No.” She grumbled as she continued writing. 

“Are you sure? Because the first day I thought we got along really well, and sometimes I just say everything that’s on my mind and I don’t realize I’m doing anything wrong until well-” You gestured to her with an almost panicked look on your face. “This.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just tired is all.” Ellie mumbled as she went back to her work, pretending to not pay you any mind. All you could do at this moment was roll your eyes and try to get back to work without anxiety overcoming you. 

“You’re just like my fucking ex.” You mumbled under your breath as well.

“What?” Ellie snapped her head up at you, unsure if she heard you correctly. Because if she had heard you correctly, you were comparing her to Cat.

“Nothing.” You shook your head, this time it was your turn to avoid eye contact with her. 

“No, you had something to say so say it.” She continued, her voice rough. This time you looked directly in her eyes, something behind them she just couldn’t place. 

“I said, ‘you’re just like my ex’. Happy?” You gave her your best fake smile and went back to your work. It had never occurred to Ellie that maybe you hated Cat as much as she did. The difference between you and her, however, was that she would never keep up a photo of her making out with Cat for over a year.

“What does that mean?” She snapped with an almost immediate need to defend herself. 

“It means that things were nice at first until you started being an asshole with no real explanation of what I have done.” You answered simply, shrugging your shoulders. 

“I didn’t do that.” Ellie lied.

“You totally did!” You protested. “We were vibing, you were like telling me about your life and I was telling you about mine and you were fucking laughing. Now, you don’t even crack a smile.”

“I smi-”

“You do not, Ellie!” You took a deep breath before starting again. “I thought we were going to be friends. I wanted to be friends. You’re funny and hot, but you’re being a real bitch right now and I don’t like that. I’ve done it before and I really don’t have the heart in me to do it again.”

Ellie blinked at you a few times, the guilt from giving you the cold shoulder finally setting in. A part of her really wanted to blush at the compliments thrown her way, but she was overwhelmed by the idea that her behavior was mirroring Cat’s. You really were an innocent party in all of this and she took her frustrations out on you, the cute pen dealer. 

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been going through a tough time.” She lied, not wanting to reveal that the person you’re comparing her too right now is the reason she’s been acting this way. “ I know what that’s like, my ex was like that too and I didn’t mean to do that to you.” 

She saw your hard exterior falter at her sentiment and the guilt inside Ellie began to build again. 

“I had no idea, Ellie, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to push but if you ever want to talk about what’s going on, I am here.” You seemed completely genuine and that tore Ellie’s heart to bits. In an attempt to be kind you reached out and placed your hand on Ellie’s forearm again, right over the tattoo. “Plus, he didn’t deserve you.”

Ellie couldn’t help but snort at the comment, earning a confused look from you. 

“She.” Ellie laughed. “She didn’t deserve me.” 

You covered your hands with your face laughing at your own heteronormativity. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You apologized, moving your hands from your face to stare at her freckled own trying not to burst out laughing again. 

“You really couldn’t tell?” Ellie teased, gesturing to her forearm tattoo, earning a giggle from you and a red face from her.

“I mean, I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.” You teased back. “She’s smart, she’s funny, and she likes girls? Nuh-uh, too good to be true.”

As funny as the situation was, Ellie felt a deep warmth at your words. She wanted to believe you were flirting with her, but as of two minutes ago you had thought she was straight. 

“Good with her fingers too. The whole package.” She added, a dimly lit fire behind her eyes. 

“Oh yeah?” You feigned surprise. “I wouldn’t know. She should show me.” You leaned forward, pushing your laptop to the side table and getting dangerously close to Ellie.

Ellie almost choked on her own spit as you leaned closer. She eyed you up and down, her eyes lingering a little bit longer on the space between shirt and skin where she could see your cleavage poking through.  

Without hesitation, Ellie threw her notebook to the side, leaned in and captured your lips with hers. You reciprocated immediately, your tongue trying to fight it’s way into her mouth. She parted her lips for you causing a moan to slip out of your mouth into hers. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, Ellie’s mind was racing. What the fuck was she doing, she thought. Not even an hour ago she was barely talking to you and now the sounds that were coming out of your mouth were about to make her come undone. Her hands wandered down your body, tracing the curves of your hips before slipping under your shirt. The feeling of her warm hands on your skin sent shivers down your spine.

Again, you moaned softly into her mouth as she teased your nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Breaking the kiss, Ellie moved her lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Your hand moved to caress her hair, grabbing it lightly. She gently moved you backwards on your bed, never stopping her assault on your neck, not wanting your whines to stop. She was going to lose her fucking mind. As she worked her way down, her hand slipped into your pants, finding its way to your wet center. She began circling her fingers in what felt like slow motion as she peppered kisses along your collarbone.

“Ellie..” you moaned, causing her to look up at you. The minute she did, you pulled her head upwards, attaching your lips to hers once again. Ellie felt like she was fucking floating, but her movement never stopped. As she picked up her pace she reveled in how you were squirming beneath her. She made a mental note to remember this moment for later.

With practiced ease, Ellie slipped a finger inside you, eliciting a gasp from your lips and causing you to separate from her. She pumped in and out, curling her finger just right to hit the gummy spot inside and making you scream out her name one more time. “You’re doing so fucking good.” Ellie soothed, pressing a kiss to your neck. You writhed against her hand, your hips bucking in rhythm with her movements.

As your pleasure built to a crescendo, Ellie added a second finger, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore and you came hard, your body shaking with pleasure.

Ellie pulled her hand out of your pants, licking her fingers clean with a satisfied smirk on her face. Your body relaxed into the bed as you tried to catch your breath. She sat back up, nearly panting, but still soaking wet.

“Well, that was quite the show,” you managed to say between gasps. Ellie grinned and leaned in for another kiss before sitting back on her knees. “Looks like you'll have to show me what you've got too, baby." 

-

E: I FUCKED HER.

D: WHAT????

D:.. who?

D: if it’s cat i’m going to go to wherever you are and break your rib. 

E: Not Cat. 

D: YOU DIDN’T.

D: cute project partner?

E: Yes.

D: it’s giving u-haul lesbian

E: It’s giving best sex of my life.

D: really??

E: REALLY. And I did all the work.

D: you are a freak

E: She’s so fucking hot… I don’t know what to do with myself. 

E: I can’t do this project with her, I’m just gonna think about finger fucking her the whole time.

E: I miss her.

D: oh my god

D: get a grip

E: I’m TRYING.*(@HFh3uq9)(U

D:...

D: anyways.

D: are you coming to the party tonight?

E: I will be there.

Later that night Ellie found herself tucked into a sweaty frat party. Dina and Jesse really wanted to go and Ellie was still somewhat disoriented from her morning with you so she thought there was no better place to sober up. She was nursing a red cup with a brown colored liquid inside when she almost keeled over at the sight in front of her. There you stood in an impossibly tight dress, throwing back the very same gross drink Ellie had in her cup. Ellie looked around for any sight of Dina or Jesse but assumed they had found a quiet spot to make out and grind on each other for the rest of the night

She watched from the wall as you threw your hands in the air and started dancing to the very loud music with your friends. You were obviously drunk, but it was still nice to see the carefree side of you that she wasn’t able to see in the classroom. In your dorm room, however-

“Ellie!” You screamed across the dimly lit room, stumbling towards her and bringing her in for a tight hug. Ellie tried to say your name as enthusiastically as you had hers, but her voice got lost as you pressed your body up against hers. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, the giddiness in your voice shining through. You were standing ridiculously close to her with your hand on the wall behind her, right above her head. You were smiling as wide as you possibly could and Ellie couldn’t help the smile on her face that grew each moment she was in your presence.

“Looking for you, obviously.” She teased, eyeing you up and down causing you to giggle into the crook of your neck. Her hand moved up to pinch at your waist, her eyes now steady on yours. 

“Aw, look who’s all confident after fucking me.” Your smirk, coupled with the already free flowing alcohol in her system, caused her to laugh. “We’ll see how confident you are after my turn.” 

Ellie swore you were going to kiss her, and you almost had if it wasn’t for your name being called behind you by your friends who gestured at you to come. You turned to look at them and nodded before you turned back to Ellie. 

“We’re going to another party? Want to come with?” You asked, hoping you didn’t sound as desperate as you felt. 

Ellie sighed, looking around the room for Dina but seeing no sight of her. What Ellie did know was that Dina wouldn’t leave the house without her, and it was an unspoken rule that she would never leave the party without Dina. She wanted to leave with you, but girlcode takes priority.

“I can’t.” She responded. “I’m with friends and I can’t leave them.” Ellie hates to admit this, but she took great pride at the sight of your face falling. 

“Oh well, see you Monday.” You somberly replied, waving goodbye and running to join your friends. 

“See you Monday.” Ellie said under her breath, practically to herself as you were already out of sight.

Ellie found herself upstairs after that, searching for Dina and Jesse so she could go home. However, she found someone she wasn’t looking for, or rather, they found her.

A cold hand tapped Ellie’s shoulder, causing her to turn around in relief that Dina had found her.

“Dina, thank go-” Her words got caught in her throat as she saw her ex standing in front of her with a sickly sweet smile on her face. 

“Ellie! So good to see you, I see the tattoo is healing?” She began, ignoring the dirty look Ellie was throwing her way. 

“What do you want, Cat?” Ellie spat. It was evident that Cat wasn’t being nice, and Ellie wanted her to get to the point. 

“Well, I just wanted to say how cute it was that you would flirt with my ex to make me jealous.” She disclosed, the smile on her face strong.

“I wasn’t trying to ma-” 

“It worked, I’m jealous.” She simply stated, moving closer to Ellie. Ellie was frozen, never in a million years would she ever think that Cat would be saying any of this. She leaned in close to whisper in Ellie’s ear. 

“Swing by my dorm room tomorrow, my roommates are gone for the weekend.” She pulled away from Ellie, smiled again, and patted her on the chest before walking away back into the party. 

And to be completely honest, Ellie wasn’t sure what she was going to do.

index;

smut - ❀

angst - ✶

fluff - ♡

DISCLAIMER: all of these are written by me, and i do not condone them being posted on here or anywhere else. ty :)

ONE-SHOTS

TRUCULENT ❀

archnemesis in the streets, fuckbuddy in the sheets (and on the table).

POSE FOR ME ❀♡

ellie finds a polaroid camera while on patrol and asks you to model for her.

SEX, DRUGS, ETC. ❀

your dealer and friend, ellie, becomes jealous when she learns you you were around someone she doesn't want near you.

GENESIS ❀

ellie has had feelings for you for a while... and finally opening up to you leads to many unexpected things, such as you teaching ellie how to ride for the first time.

STRAWBERRIES & CREAM ❀♡

what's better than breakfast in bed? ellie might have an idea...

MELANCHOLE ❀♡✶

your best friend, ellie, has a hard time controlling her anger when it comes to you, accidentally revealing her feelings for you in the process.

DRABBLES

ellie eating you out while you study

MORE COMING SOON...

more modern!ellie headcanons

a/n: just a little something... as always AI AUDIOS AT THE END... replies and reblogs are appreciated

ellie is a complete night owl

like you actually are concerned about when she sleeps

if you have an early morning class together she is always running late

or just doesn't show up so you would have to call her and wake her up

"hey baby, what's up i just woke up"

"ellie, class is about to start."

"oh shit, we have class today?"

she would sit next to you in any class you shared and scribble little doodles over to you

or communicate with you through notes

ellie hates going out in public but she loves going with you to do your errands

you're going grocery shopping? ellie is there

you need to find new shoes? she is there

barnes and noble? she would probably be there before you

she likes to do this thing where she will pick out a book for you and you will pick out a book for her and you will sit in the back and spend your day reading together

sometimes she hates the books you pick out for her

"ugh, another colleen hoover book? i gave you a cool book and you give me colleen fucking hoover?"

"little women is cool?"

"i can't believe you just said that."

if you two are out in public together she likes to pretend that the two of you are a married couple

like for example if you're at the cash register and she brings an item up to you and asks if she could get it

"no ellie, put that back."

she would turn to the cashier and say something like "what the wife says, goes... am i right?"

even when she's not with you and she's out drinking at the bar with dina and jesse she would randomly be like, "the wife's not gonna like this one" and take another shot

or when she buys you lingere that is obviously not for her she would be like, "you know what they say, 'happy wife, happy life'"

ellie is really not a social person either

unless she is a few drinks deep which leads us to... drunk!ellie

drunk ellie is soooooo clingy and sentimental

not that she isn't regularly, she's just way more affectionate when drunk

her usual comments would be like, "you're so lucky i love you so much..." or "you're so cute when you're not patronizing me..."

but her drunk? "i think you're the best thing to have happened to me, please never leave me."

"being in love with you is all that matters to me right now... take your clothes off."

she's always touching you in some way if she's drunk

if she's drunk at dinner and she's next to you, her hand in on your thigh or her head is resting on your shoulder

if she's drunk at a party, her hands are on your waist at all times whether she's dancing with you or talking to others

she just wants to be around you

she also can't sleep without you if she's drunk

you would be trying to put her to bed and she would just grab your wrist and mutter a, "please stay"

ellie always orders something you like so you can pick off of her plate

"you want some, baby? i knew you were going to ask for some anyways."

she's always thinking of you

when she sees little trinkets she's like "aw my girlfriend would love this."

or when she sees someone trip in public she's like "i wish my girlfriend was here, i know she'd die laughing."

ellie reads you books so you can sleep

if she knows you had a particularly rough day she will be like, "you okay, babe? want me to read you something?"

and then your climbing in her bed and resting your head in the crook of her neck as she reads to you

she will send you a picture of any animal she sees on the street

loves getting you things because she loves your reaction to gifts

... the two of you study by getting to take an article of clothing off each time you get something right

let's just say you pass most of your tests

ai audios:

extras:

what the wife says, goes

happy wife happy life

the wife's not gonna like this one

you want some baby?

seek below the treasure troves of hidden verses and iced prose, captured in glowing amber for all to bear witness: updated; january 16th, 2023

—☆ 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜; 𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚

—☆ 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚; 𝐩𝐚𝐯𝐨 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬

—☆ 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨; 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐮𝐬

—☆ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞/𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚; 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢

—☆ 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢; 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐢

—☆ 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨; 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐬

—☆ 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚; 𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐦

—☆ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐬

—☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐟; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

—☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚; 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦

—☆ 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨; 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬

—☆ 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮; 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬

—☆ 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨; 𝐜𝐲𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐬

—☆ 𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨; 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐬

—☆ 𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦; 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬

Ho-Ho-Home

❄ pairing: neighbor!jimin x f. reader

❄ genre: childhood friends to strangers to lovers, angst, smut [18+]

❄ wc: 15.5k (idk how that happened)

❄ summary: Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.

❄ warnings: cursing, Jimin calls you doll (a lot!), the reader is jealous of jimin, one-sided rivalry, jimin and oc were childhood friends (somewhat) but she’s forgotten about him, meddling from oc’s mom, neglectful parents (Jimin’s), making out, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching, hair pulling, hand job, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), slight overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play

❄ date: December 24, 2021

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Note: Nope I don’t know where I’m going with this.  

Warning: Rather comical and humorous first part, this will probably be a slow burn, does not follow Genshin lore

Word Count: 1.8k

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“He says his name is Kamisato Ayato, dad.” You whisper into the receiver of your mobile phone, having locked yourself into your bedroom, pushing a chair against it for good measure. The tall stranger was in your living room. Truth be told, it was entirely your fault in the first place for letting a stranger into your house. 

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GENSHIN MEN HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME

contains : afab!reader x genshin men [thoma, childe, kaeya, diluc & itto, seperate hcs], mentions of pregnancy, mating press, breeding, sex without a condom (please wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation, oral, handjobs, mentions of edging, pussy drunk men / cock drunk reader!

as hot as this is, please please please practise safe sex fjdhfj omg. i'm an absolute whore for these men and i haven't met half of them yet, very funny of me 🤪 i lost my mind over itto hitting it raw the other day so this happened– ANYWAYS. likes / reblogs are appreciated and feedback is always welcomed <3

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THOMA

thoma, the angel boy. where do i even start? little ray of sunshine would be so hesitant, neither of you were ready for kids so what if he got you pregnant? so so so worried :( probably thinks about it a lot and after a couple of weeks asks if you'd still be down for it 🥺 takes his time before doing the deed though! he could honestly spend hours between your legs just licking and flicking, letting your slick drip out before cleaning you up. moans every time he gets a taste of you. lets his pretty fingers help stretch you out too and has you cumming at least twice before he even thinks about getting his dick out, he's all about your pleasure. but here's the catch, he seems so composed about it, it can't be that different, can it? but the second his tip presses past your entrance, he's in a trance. his mouth literally hangs open as he inches further and further and as soon as he's bottomed out, he's letting out the most broken whimper you've ever heard from him. thoma's face is so red, he's biting down on his bottom lip so hard it's changing colour. "f-feels 's'good..." he mutters, cock twitching inside you every time your walls clench around him as he waits for you to get accustomed to his size, but he knows he will barely last two minutes because you feel that good <3

CHILDE

this little bitch. SUCH a tease. SUCH A TEASE. will not let it go ever since you asked him to fuck you without a condom. "yeah? you're just that desperate, hm?" stupid little smug bitch. he remains so calm with the idea. makes sure to keep your legs spread while he finger fucks you open though, his cock is a little too big for your pussy and even though he loves seeing you whimper for him to slow down, he does have a soft spot for you and doesn't want to hurt you (not too much anyway). his thumb remains on your clit as his fingers prod around in you, keeps curling them up in different places until they brush over that one spot, making you shiver in his hold, back arching as you try chase his fingers. "seems like i found something, is that right baby?" stupid man! why ask when you know the answer already! ugh, anyways. doesn't let you cum though :( wants to tease! gets on his stomach, eye level with your pussy as he spreads it apart to get a good view of your clenching hole. spits on it and spreads it around to make it messy and teases you for it :( "you're so dirty, you need a bit of a clean don't you?" proceeds to eat you out, and edge you (again). you know his weak spot though <3 he has such sensitive balls. pull him up, make puppy dog eyes at him. say "please, wanna feel your cock, wanna feel you breed me." as you cup his balls. he'll shiver, almost mewl as his eyes flutter closed, he's shivering because they're soooo sensitive! doesn't waste any time after that though, holds your legs apart and lets his cock rub against your clit a couple times before finally sliding in. "fuck, baby..." is really all he can muster out while he slides in raw, it feels better than he would have ever imagined but doesn't let it show because he wants to keep the "cool" image 🙄 he'd still go pussydrunk though, the more he fucks you, the dumber he gets, and so do you because he just keeps making you cum over and over on his cock <3

KAEYA

kaeya oh my god... he's honestly been waiting for this. listen– LISTEN. kaeya has fat breeder balls, okay. they're literally begging to be emptied every single time you fuck, always swollen and heavy, and though he really doesn't mind cumming into the condom, his biggest kink would be breeding. it's a way to mark you as his, even though you are his already, it's different if he fills you up because it means no one else can do the same. only him. only he can hold you down and fuck a baby into you 🥺 he's possessive like that. god, honestly, kaeya's going to be so gentle at first even though his cock is throbbing to be inside you. leaves kisses and hickies all over your body, smiles as your body shakes while he fingers you. guides your hand to his cock because he's impatient and needs your touch while he fingers you open and makes you as wet as he possibly can. whispers "that's it baby, cum for me, jus' like that." into your ear as you reach your high for the nth time that night. he's edged himself too, refusing to let you jerk him off too much, he wants to cum inside you after all. kaeya is a sucker for you, and while he's got your legs spread, he can't help but tap his cockhead against your clit, spreading his pre over the nub and making you tremble underneath him. "so pretty, you know? my pretty baby." the grip on your waist is borderline painful as he fills you up, like thoma, his mouth stays open but he can't make any noises. he's too overwhelmed by the feel of your raw cunt. it's already swollen and sore since he's made you cum so many times and you keep clenching around him 🥺 "better than i could have imagined... so good. you're so good to me baby." while he waits for you to tell him to move, thumb rubbing your tears away. and with a gentle peck to your forehead, he starts moving, shallow thrusts at first, letting the both of you get used to the feeling. but a couple minutes later, he's already came inside you, hips stilling as he empties his cum deep into you. "a-again... need to feel you cum 'round me. need to fucking breed ya–" and he keeps fucking you while putting you in a mating press. his cock hurts, he's not usually on the receiving side of overstimulation but he'd much rather keep fucking you than concentrate on the pain, wanting to feel you tremble and cum on his cock raw for the first time. besides, his balls are heavy, filled with his seed and it all needs to be emptied somewhere, right? and that somewhere is gonna be your pussy <3

DILUC

diluc...fjdhgldgj he's !!! he's so sensitive. he's so fucking touch starved. it's no shocker he gets pussy drunk, and it happens so quick and so easily too. literally goes dumb at the mere thought of being able to touch your pretty little cunt. i just know the gears in his brain would be turning and he'd stare at you like O.O when you grab his hand and ask him if he'd be willing to fuck you without the layer of protection this time. his cock would honestly just twitch against your stomach as he tries to wrap his brain around what you just asked him, copious amount of pre gathering at the slit and pooling on your stomach. "don't you wanna cum inside me? fill me up? please, diluc? want your cock so bad." he wouldn't even be able to say anything, brain too far gone already as he moves closer and groans, tossing the condom to the side and spitting on his cock to lube it up. "d-don't say stuff like that..." he mutters. he's shyyy, all red in the face and tries to avoid eye contact with you. "going to– um... put it in now... okay?" and waits for you to give him permission before he slides the tip in and immediately, his thighs are shaking. "oh- fu–" poor baby can't even finish his sentence while he pushes in futher and futher 🥺 and as he bottoms out, he hides his face in your neck. "'s too good..." is all you can make out while he babbles on and on, a little too dumb and a little too sensitive at the feeling. wouldn't last long at all! but it's okay, you can just beg him to fuck you again and he'd get hard in no time, getting addicted to the feel of your cunt without a barrier <3

ITTO

itto hitting it raw for the first time? he almost, almost, loses his remaining 1/2 braincell. himbo energy is real strong <3 he's sooo big, packing such a veiny and sensitive cock, he can barely hold himself back when he's got protection on, but hitting it raw? he swears he's been blessed by the gods themselves. makes sure you're extra wet and needy for him. teasing you endlessly, edging you over and over again until you beg for him. "please... itto, please. need you, need your cock, please, just fuck me." and honestly, why would he say no to you now? you're so pretty under him, all small, supporting a flushed face while you look up at him with tears in your eyes. his fat tip barely pushes into your entrance easily despite how wet you are, cock practically bullying its way into your cunt, and itto can't say quiet, noises of satisfaction coming out strained. he grits his teeth, you feel so tight around him– tighter than usual without the condom. his arms almost give out as he tries holding himself above you :( poor boy, he goes so so so much dumber. dumber than usual to be honest since he's a himbo after all <3 probably gives up trying to lay above you and just forcefully pushes your legs up, handling you into a mating press as his cock finally bottoms out. "fuu-uck..." he breathes out into your ear, and it's so deep too. just as you're going dumb from his cock, he's going dumb from your pussy. "need'ta move. okay?" but he doesn't even wait for a reply, only able to pull out an inch or two because your cunt is sucking him in so much, thrusting back in with so much force it knocks the air out of your lungs. he groans and groans and groans, so so sooo fucking loud. prays that you let him fuck you without a condom from now on because he could honestly replay the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head as he forces his cock into you every second of the day <3

GENSHIN IMPACT:

* sometimes i write from the pov of the traveller, but in any case, they’re meant to be you, not the canonical traveller! / ☽: personal favourite

GENERAL

- what they would do if they caught you crying (xiao, kazuha, diluc)

- what they would do when jealous (zhongli, diluc, kaeya, childe, albedo)

✧･ﾟ: LIYUE

CHILDE:

- snezhnaya does not believe in broken hearts

- a snezhnayan promise

- “when it is all finished you will realise it was never random.” (summer of the seasons series)

- comfort fic

IN LIFE AND DEATH: (p) (COMING SOON)

XIAO:

- sun and moon  ☽

ZHONGLI:

- counterparts

✧･ﾟ: MONDSTADT

DILUC:

- “I was never helpless, except upon the occasions my heart was touched by yours.” (spring of the seasons series) ☽

- “perhaps there is no greater grief after all, than to be left on the earth when another is gone.”

- secret santa 2021, in which you leave a life of thievery to be with the man who saved your life

KAEYA:

- “how long can you chase a dream before it becomes a nightmare?”  ☽

✧･ﾟ: INAZUMA

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA:

- reuniting with him after he’s forced to leave you in inazuma (in this corner of the world) ☽

- “why did you have to go and fall in love with me” + “why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

- in the winds of time ☽

THOMA:

- general headcanons

- “don’t run on the ice… because if you fall, i won’t help you up! gotta learn somehow…”

what they would do if they caught you crying ❄️ // xiao, kazuha, + diluc (established relationships version <3) cw: injuries

XIAO:

- all of the time, i see people frame xiao as this emotionally clueless person, but personally, i just don’t think that stereotype is true — even with his habit of being alone, he reads people. he has life experience. you might be a little more in trouble if you ask him for something like comfort, but, not understanding.

- of course, his brooding appearance doesn’t really elude to this at all. so, it’s understandable as to why you avoid him when you come back to wangshu inn one day, beaten and bruised beyond even your normal level

- you think it’ll only lead to an awkward conversation, when in reality, xiao can actually be quite helpful! i can see him being a ‘listen and help’ now and ‘ask questions’ later kind of person. it tends to be adorable to see how concerned he can actually get over you.

- tears are another question altogether, too. definitely something that deserves his attention, even if you try convincing him you’re alright.

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you let out a resigned pant as you shut the door behind you, at last back in your room at wangshu inn once again. or, at the very least, you hope it’s your room — your vision had gone blurry around halfway your trek up the stairs.

unsteady legs take you to the bathroom. you’re relieved to recognise the throwaway products you bring with you on your travels sitting on the sink. in your haze, you knock the foremost bottles to the floor as you stagger to open the cabinet below it, yet when you reach down for the first aid kid, you find yourself stuck.

something inside you breaks at that moment — whether exhaustion or pain had pushed you, there is a single moment wherein you feel nothing but every imperfection on your body. every cut stings, ever bruise tingles, each scrape and sore bone screams to you at once, calling tears to your eyes.

in the back corner of your mind, you think to imagine yourself: half bent in front of the counter, the arm that isn’t supporting you weak at your side. and, of course, the fat tears that run from your red-rimmed eyes, landing amongst the threads of the mat beneath your feet.

somewhere nearby, you hear hinges creak open. an alarmed whisper reaches you ear as someone helps you to the ground, moving your hair from your eyes. there’s a moment of tangible silence that passes between you as your gazes lock. his expression is unreadable as gentle fingers ghost over the bruise on your temple, each bloody imperfection blanketed under his concerned golden eyes.

the world swims around you, extremely unwelcoming in the way it envelops your body in sludge. regardless, you find yourself saying his name. mumbling it, you grasp his arm.

“xiao.” a pained breath leaves your lips as you shut your eyes. “it hurts."

your lips twist as another sob is torn from your throat.

he shushes you gently, a gloved finger coming up to catch the tears that fall over your cheeks. the words that leave his mouth are slightly stiff, as if being read from a script, but the worry in his voice is incessant. it drips into you from every word he speaks, in each kiss that is placed wantonly on your skin.

in every tear he wipes away, there is a silent promise to catch the next one, and the one after that, until he can finally help your pain to subside. he wants nothing more than to see you drifting off to sleep, each wound covered and treated. and no matter how long that takes, he will always be there to wipe your tears.

-----

KAZUHA:

- he himself is vulnerable to his own emotions, what with being subjected to nature, but also the contents of his past. he’s average in that regard — but, i imagine kazuha as being pretty empathetic.

- he knows how to comfort you and does so effortlessly, even if he may be panicking inside. of course, he hates seeing you cry, it’s only expectable for him to know how to comfort you, even if he may not know exactly what’s wrong

- we all have those days. he understands that. so, when you try to hide your sadness from him he will not ever berate you for it, nor will he take it personally. he will only make sure he’s there to help you through it.

-----

you know you’ve spent too much time away when you hear a knock on the bathroom door — three lone taps at the wood, kazuha’s silent and heartfelt signal to you. for a moment, you think to pretend you aren’t there, but he’d seen you enter. there’s no escaping it.

it may be a futile action, but you stand to see your reflection in the mirror anyway. with your eyes slightly swollen and cheeks still damp, all you can do is wipe any tears away and pray that kazuha chooses not to say anything.

slowly, you creak the door open, popping your head out from the crack.

“are you alright in th—“ he pauses. kazuha’s eyes take in your face with more ardor than usual, laced with a familiar unease that sinks to the pit of your stomach. of course, there’s no fooling him.

he puts a hand on the door, as if to gently manoeuvre his way into the bathroom with you — but instead, it rests next to yours, patient as he asks,

“did something happen?"

kazuha’s voice is a perfect melody, composed of the softest winds and crafted from the anemo archon's most beloved songs. it’s that same voice that reaches out to you in this moment, patiently beckoning for something greater than pain, something more atuned to the romantics he pursues. simply, he seeks to be the reason your sadness ceases.

“no, no—“ you try assuring him, a quick laugh leaving your mouth. but, even you are aware of the way you avoid his eyes. “nothing’s happening, it’s alright."

his gaze narrow slightly.

“come on.” kazuha’s hand slides down to take yours, and together, you back into the bathroom. the weight of his hand in yours is far from unfamiliar, but as he shuts the door once again, you have the sudden urge to pull away.

kazuha is not someone you are uncomfortable with, but the level of intimacy between the two of you has nothing to do with wanting to hide your weakest moments. for the first few minutes, you perceive the situation awkwardly. you don’t know quite where to look or what to say, even as tears begin to fill your eyes again.

“please,” he at last whispers to you, head bent down slightly to reach you at eye level. “tell me the reason for your tears."

your lips morph into a gradual frown before you meet his gaze.

damn him. i couldn't refuse.

you throw your arms around his neck, a quiet whine escaping your mouth as he catches you dutifully. kazuha’s hands are warm on your back as he holds you with care, handling you not as something that is broken, but something he’d do anything to keep together.

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DILUC:

- sputtering, awkward, foolish — these words can all be used to describe diluc when he’s crushing on someone. you’re definitely not exempted from that either lolol

- his care for you is obvious in the way his cheeks flush when kaeya teases him about you, or the look he gets in his eye when you’re talking to him about something you love. the ways he loves are also ever-present in the way he comforts you.

- he may not look it, but he treats emotions well. in even your most extreme cases, your sadness is his own

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he is the first to notice when you dip into the back of angel’s share, giving your blessings to one of your regular patrons with more speed than usual. while the hour does chime high, you normally work alongside him until the last customer leaves the building. your unfaltering persona can be excused with a bad day. but, to just take off so suddenly, it strikes him in the wrong way.

diluc's distress may very well be visible in the way customers began to limit their interactions with him, but he doesn’t mind. if anything, it gives his mind time to wander to you. at first, he resolves to wait for your return, but that hopeful process is crushed when ten minutes pass and you remain missing.

his eyes wander down the bar, briefly going over each of the faces seated. either tipsy or engrossed in conversation, diluc takes the opportunity to nudge charles — a silent warning as he goes off after you.

for a moment as he walks, he thinks of the concern that weighs heavy in his chest. the same concern had always previously been reserved for things such as his business, or the safety of mondstadt. but to feel the same emotion because of another is a completely different sensation. it’s in his nose, in the way he can’t quite figure out where to place his arms as he moves. it’s stifling in the way that nothing else can be, like breathing in hot air on a summer day.

when he reaches you, he opens the door carefully as not to disturb you. a distinct shyness bubbles in his chest at the thought of catching you doing something you shouldn’t be, but when he opens the door, all he sees is you standing there.

your back is to him, body completely still all for the slight way your shoulders shake.

he calls out your name.

you startle easily, arms suddenly moving up to cover your face. diluc’s stomach drops as he approaches you, stopping next to you in front of the counter you lean into. no words are exchanged for a few moments as you continue to cry despite your hands, tears slipping out from beneath your gentle touch and onto the wood below.

diluc places a heavy hand atop your head.

in reality, there’s just not that much more he will allow himself to do — he doesn’t trust himself to say the right thing, or to be the person you need to pull you back from the darkness. there are too many things hat must be plaguing you in this moment for such a thing to happen, and his chest constricts at the thought. in some way, you must be stumbling on your last legs, painfully aware of every nerve and tiny cut on your body; that much is evident in even just the slight shake of your shoulders.

but unbeknownst to him, every instant he stands by you is time you have to heal. over time, you begin to recognise the feel of the cold air biting at your skin, and the contrast of his warm hand over your head. there is nothing you need him to say, nothing you need him to do, he himself is all you will ever need.

taehyung’s reactions during mamamoo’s performance is such a mood

Happy Ho-lidays!

Ho ho ho, could this be true? @floralseokjin @suga-kookiemonster @sugaurora @underthejoon @winetae @btssavedmylifeblr and @kpopfanfictrash with presents for you! Take some time to unwind, and sneak a peek at what's stuffing your stocking 😉

Winter Solace by @floralseokjin

Pairing⇢ Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary⇢ After a difficult few months (and years), a fresh start in a new city is both equal parts thrilling and terrifying, but you’re determined to make it work. It’s just you and your dog-sized cat Nox, ready to take on the world. Of course along the way there are ups, and there are downs. The main down being you’re short on cash after the big move, unable to spend Christmas with your family. The main up is your kind and thoughtful neighbour who offers to celebrate the holiday with you, despite not being a fan of it himself…

This Christmas by @suga-kookiemonster

Pairing⇢ Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary⇢ it's been a while since you've been home for the holidays, but this year, you finally plan on rectifying that. things are going well for you—great job, great friends, and a new boyfriend who you have a pretty great feeling about—and it seems everything in your life is finally slotting into place. but, of course, the past is a relentless specter and the universe always has a way of humbling you. in a ridiculous twist of fate, you soon find yourself stuck in a car with the very reason you have avoided coming back in the first place.

A Porn Star's Guide to the Holidays by @sugaurora

Pairing⇢ Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary⇢ Jung Hoseok was your first love, a relationship that ended only because your post-high school dreams led you down two very different paths. Yours brought you to Jeon Jungkook, talent agent for some of the most well-loved adult entertainment actors of the era. And that’s how you became an industry darling, doing just about everything from outdoor gangbangs to golden showers and a long list of kinks in between.

Six years later and you’re ready to find a new path, celebrating your exit from the business with a massive holiday party at your home. Only your new neighbor gets an accidental invite and when he arrives you find yourself standing face-to-face with your high school sweetheart. Suddenly, you’re forced to confront where the years have taken you and feelings that may have never quite gone away.

What’s a former porn star to do?

All Wrapped Up by @underthejoon

Pairing⇢ Kim Namjoon x Reader

Summary⇢ All is currently Merry and Bright in your very secret, very sexy little bubble with Namjoon. But with the holidays on the horizon and the annual friends trip to his family’s cabin fast approaching, the pressure to DTR is at an all time high. Will you meet Namjoon under the mistletoe and finally out your fling to your friends? Or will your case of cold feet ruin the good thing you’ve got going?

ANTIFREEZE by @winetae

Pairing⇢ Park Jimin x Reader

Summary⇢ ‘Don’t sleep with your dance partners.’

For three years, Jimin has followed the above rule religiously. Who knew it would take a vengeful ex, a Christmas fundraiser, and a pair of torn tights for his resolve to crumble?

alternatively, Jimin participates in the school’s adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesn’t expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute

A Christmas Carol in Itaewon by @btssavedmylifeblr

Pairing⇢ Kim Taehyung x Reader

Summary⇢ Finding yourself alone and far from home on Christmas Eve, you are haunted by three spirits. But the real ghost from your past is your childhood sweetheart turned famous actor, Kim Taehyung.

(Ft. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon as the ghosts of christmas past, present, and future)

A Holiday Snowdown by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing⇢ Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary⇢ The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that's what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents' idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jeon Jungkook himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation's sweetheart. What's the problem? You happen to have met Jeon Jungkook before, and sincerely hoped you'd never see him again.

are they INSANE???

Lifeline | 06

Summary: What happens when a witch curses seven vampires to share one fated mate between them? BTS x Reader, Vampire!au, Idol!au

Pairing: Ot7 x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Fantasy

Word count: 15.4k

Warning: mentions of sex work, mentions of murder, violence, blood, language.

Ch.1| Ch.2| Ch.3| Ch.4| Ch.5

A/n: Enjoy!

“You’re getting me Beyoncé’s autograph or I’m going to kick you out of our apartment.”

Staring unseeingly at the blinking line of the cursor below the wall of coding you’d managed to do since morning, you half listened to Jisoo’s threats in your ear, wondering when you would heed your stomach’s grumbling and finally grab a bite. You had only had a cup of coffee and a muffin in the morning, stuffing the bready, crumbly goodness in your mouth while informing Jisoo about your imminent departure to America in a matter-of-fact tone, as if you were only going to go to the grocery store to pick up some eggs. 

If she only knew that I’m going as their grocery myself. Nothing like flying your food along with you.

You grinned at your lame attempt at diet humour. 

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