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OH MY GOD. I THINK I DIED PLS ILY💗💗😭

a blurb in which ellie’s a sex shop worker you’re becoming very, very well-acquainted with <3

18+ mdni! shoo!

you’re on the verge of what would be your most earth-shattering orgasm to date when your vibrator betrays you.

your naked body, painted with a thin layer of sweat, sprawls over the wrinkled sheets of your bed, the damp fabric clinging to your skin as you gasp for breath. you’re working the vibrator over your slick folds, through the creamy spend of your previous orgasm, and every sensation below your waist is pure ecstasy. it hasn’t taken long to bring you right back to the edge - your back arches of its own accord, your eyes squeezing shut as a flurry of daydreams passes through your head.

all of them, it turns out, involve the very person who’d sold you the vibrator buzzing between your legs. ellie.

her hands on your hips, your ass, your throat. her mouth on your neck, her tongue on your clit. you can almost feel the warm puffs of breath she’d huff down at you as she fucked you, splitting you open with her strap and leaving you empty-headed and spent.

the mental images alone are enough to send you reeling, and right as you’re about to pass the threshold into the white-hot, blinding pleasure of another orgasm, the persistent hum of your vibrator abruptly cuts off.

you could throw up. you could cry. you could exercise sound logic and just charge the damn thing, but instead of any of the above, you find yourself rummaging through your drawers for whatever clothes you can find. sweats and a band tee, a mismatched pair of socks. nothing else.

ellie’s behind the counter again when you pull the door open. the shrill chirp of the entrance sensors draws her eyes to you, and you’re unsurprised to find her smoking a cigarette, body huddled over the edge of the counter. her brows lift in surprise when she sees you.

“back already?” she asks, putting out her cig leisurely. “must’ve gone really well. or maybe really poorly?“

you don’t miss the way her eyes roam over your figure, lingering on your chest; you’re not wearing a bra, and the peaks of your nipples are visible beneath the thin fabric. your back straightens.

“it died.”

“oh,” ellie says. “did you… charge it?”

“no, i wanted to—i thought maybe i could try something else.” you chew at your lower lip, casting a glance at the wall of toys from which ellie had plucked your vibrating bullet the first time you’d come here. you turn back to ellie just in time to see something dark glimmer in her eyes. she nods.

“yeah, of course. think you’re ready for something more intense? c’mon.” she nods her head towards the toy section, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder. you follow her and watch as she surveys the wall of toys, the sheer volume of packages just as overwhelming as last time. ellie reaches out for a hot pink box, shiny lettering spelling out Boss Lady across the top. you grimace.

“what kind of name is that for a sex toy?” you quip, reaching for the package. ellie snatches it out of reach.

“ah-ah, sweetheart, don’t doubt the Boss Lady. she packs quite the punch.”

“really, now?” you ask, cocking a brow. “you know from experience?”

ellie just smiles, dimples in her cheeks. “if the name is just too cringy for you, we can find something else. but i recommend her—i think you’ll have lots of fun with her.”

“okay, fine. you pulled my leg.” you reach for the box again, and ellie lets you grab it this time, her gaze on you as you flip the package over and read through some of the metallic pink text adorning the back. the only rabbit vibrator you’ll ever need, it reads. powerful dual stimulation will keep you satisfied!

it occurs to you then, as you follow ellie to the register and dig in your pockets for some cash, that you should probably be embarrassed. here you are, a week after your first ever vibrator purchase, ready to fork over some hard-earned cash for a second one—one with a questionable name, no less. your cheeks warm as ellie regards you from the other side of the register, the heels of her hands pressed to the counter. there’s a knowing look on her face, her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk, that dark look from earlier still dancing in her eyes.

god, she probably thinks you’re a sex addict. she totally thinks you’re a sex addict.

“is it weird that i’m back so soon?” you ask, before you can think to filter yourself. ellie’s brows knit together in confusion.

“huh? no, no, not at all—we have plenty of regulars, you know.” she types something into the register, eyes still fixed on you. “i’d say it’s weirder that you’re here at two in the morning.”

you blink. “two?”

“two twenty-one, to be precise.” ellie nods at the clock on the wall, the hour, minute, and second hands made of three different flesh-toned penis cutouts. “but hey, i get it. your vibrator died.”

you clear your throat. “how much do i owe you?”

“hm. well…” ellie drums her fingers on the cash wrap’s countertop. “i’m feeling generous tonight. answer one question for me, and Boss Lady is yours for free.”

“i’m awful at trivia,” you confess.

“trivia? jesus.” ellie barks a surprised laugh. “i’m not—it’s not trivia.”

narrowing your eyes, you shuffle up to the counter and nod. “okay, fine. ask away.”

ellie moves in closer, too, head dipping ever so slightly to allow her to peer down at you. it takes everything in you to keep your eyes from lingering over her frame and drinking in every inch of her: the bold lines of her forearm tattoo, the burn-holes in the collar of her shirt, the faint kiss of freckles on the bridge of her nose. but while you attempt to reign in your wandering gaze, ellie doesn’t hold back. she takes her time looking you over. bites the plush, pink swell of her lower lip.

then: “what were you thinking about?”

“huh?”

“earlier, when you were touching yourself. before the vibrator died. what were you thinking about?”

“that’s your question?” you chew on the inside of your cheek. embarrassment roils in your stomach; she has to know that, while your body writhed in the center of your mattress, cunt twitching and gushing, you’d been thinking of her.

ellie smirks. “you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.”

“no, it’s… it’s okay,” you murmur. your palms are clammy and you force your gaze to Boss Lady, waiting patiently on the counter for her chance to help you see god. “i was thinking about, um… you, actually.”

you’re still staring at the gaudy pink package on the counter, hands squeezed into fists at your side. you can feel the half-moon indents of your nails digging into your palms, and just as the silence stretches a bit too long for your comfort, ellie laughs.

it’s a wicked thing, a biting sound. all self-satisfaction and enthrallment. you dare to steal a glance at her, and she’s grinning like a maniac, her cheeks tinged the prettiest shade of red.

“can i tell you something?” she asks, stuffing a hand into her pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. her fingers glide over the cash register, clicking at a few buttons, and she slides the money into each respective slot before pushing the drawer closed with a satisfying click. “i’ve been touching myself to the thought of you, too.”

mouth going dry, you gawk at ellie like she’s got four heads; she simply beams at you like she didn’t just admit that she’s thought about you with her hand between her legs. she leans over the counter, one strong hand reaching towards you to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“you seem nervous,” she says.

“i’m—i don’t…” you trail off, cheeks positively flaming.

“tell you what,” ellie begins, retracting her hand. she moves back from the counter and crosses her arms over her chest. your eyes flicker over the whorls of ink that decorate her skin, biceps flexed just so; your cunt throbs. “you can go now, if you want. i won’t stop you.”

“or,” she says, voice dipping low, husky, “you can lock that front door, and i can show you how much fun you can have with your new toy.”

she reaches a hand out and taps the box for emphasis, and you’re struck by how at ease she seems. how comfortable she is with your mutual attraction and the opportunity to act on it. it lights a fire in you, one that engulfs every last trace of doubt.

you lock the front door, of course.

writing ellie with a prey kink when????

CASE CLOSED

female reader x ellie williams

cw ; suggestive. !!!!!!dark themes!!!!!!. sadism. degrading. illusions to murder. prey/primal kink. chasing. slapping. forced affection (?)

"are you scared of me?"

you keep your gaze fixated on the damp grass as ellie circles you slowly. you don't know why she brought you out into the woods— it was cold and wet, dark. the trees were engulfed in pitch black fog, the only light being the moon shining above.

you should feel safe with your girlfriend, she would protect you in the scary woods... right? from all the evil things?

no. ellie is the evil thing. you probably needed protection from her.

"yes." you reply quietly, feeling your heart thump rapidly in your chest. there's no use lying to her, she could see right through you.

ellie hums softly, reaching her hand out to brush her fingers against your back as she walks around you. "say it." she demands.

you flinch a little at her touch, tugging at the bottom of your skirt. she told you to dress up all pretty, you thought maybe she was taking you out to dinner. and now here you were, stood in the middle of the woods. "i'm scared of you..." you admit.

she huffs a laugh, continuing to lightly trail her fingers on your body as she circles you, feeling the goosebumps on your exposed arms. "cold?"

you nod hesitantly, glancing up at her. she didn't look like herself— there was something... off. it was like looking at a stranger.

she sighs unsympathetically, "should of worn something a little less... revealing, huh?" she scoffs, as if she didn't tell you to wear exactly that.

your frown deepens, looking down at your outfit and back up at her. you part your lips to say something, but decide against it, not wanting to cause trouble.

she scowls at you, like she was disgusted in your choice of outfit. "stupid girl..." she mutters, but you hear it. she stops in front of you, standing tall and looking over your bowed head at the woods with a blank glare. "stop looking so god damn pitiful."

you look up at her, trying to rid the woeful look in your eyes. you watch her look around the dark woods with a bored expression, contemplating her intentions.

she sighs, "it's dark... wonder what's lurking in these woods, hm?"

you look into the darkness too, her words planting unpleasant images in your head. "you think you would survive out here on your own?... i could just leave you here. nobody would find you for days. weeks."

your frown deepens, swallowing thickly. what?

"and they'd come to my work, ask me if i know anything..." she sighs, reaching her hand up to your face and brushing her fingers over your jaw. "and i'd say 'no, of course not.'"

"ellie..." you whisper, beginning to feel nauseous as she taunts you. you know she's trying to scare you— and it's working.

she suddenly grabs your jaw, pulling your face closer to her. "'no, of course not. i love her, i would never hurt her.'"

you feel tears prick in your eyes, imagining the scenario. ellie was a damn good liar, could manipulate anyone and get her way out of anything. even murder.

"oh, but i did," she sings maliciously, her green eyes blown wide. she smiles wickedly, watching tears pool in your eyes. "case closed."

she roughly lets go of your jaw, pushing your face away from her. if you weren't scared before, you surely were now. she begins to circle you again, halting right behind you.

you shift your weight uncomfortably, your hands shaking. her hand gently moves your hair from your neck, leaning closer and pressing a light kiss to your pulse point, feeling the rapid beating against her lips. she chuckles, kissing your jaw.

she sucks in a deep breath, "oh, you sweet little girl. you had so much ahead of you... so smart, so beautiful... such a shame what happened to you in the woods."

tears finally spill down your cheeks at her words, unable to conceal the sob that slips through your lips. you're terrified, confused...

ellie tuts, hearing your cry. "don't cry. no use in crying, no one can hear you." her big hands come down to your hips, holding you in place as her nose inhales your skin, practically smelling the fear radiating off you. "god, i'll miss you."

she taps her hands against your hips, almost playfully. "you love me, baby?"

you sniffle, staring into the darkness ahead of you. "i love you." you cry, and she hums in content. "please..."

she feigns a sympathetic coo at your pleas, kissing your cheek and tasting the saltiness of your tears. "come on, don't ruin your makeup... it'll make you look more stupid."

you take a deep breath, your heart still hammering in your chest and loud in your ears. adrenaline pumped in your body, sensing danger.

she pulls away from you, her hands dropping from your body. she runs her tongue over her teeth as she looks you up and down.

you contemplate begging for your life. you never thought you'd have to do this with her— when you met ellie, sure she wasn't the most mentally stable... but this... this was a whole new level of insanity.

"run."

your blood runs cold at the single demand. before you can question, she shoves you forward, making you stumble a little. "fucking run."

you don't even glance back, running off into the dark. you're running blind through the trees, panting heavily as you cry more, making it even harder to see through your cloudy, blurred vision.

the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat, your sobbing and pants, and your feet thudding and snapping twigs under you— until another pair of footsteps echo behind you. she's chasing you.

you push yourself off trees, hoping it'll speed you up, scraping your hands raw in the process. she's fast, and no doubt taking great pleasure in seeing your run away from her. this is just a game to her, but for you—

for you, this is a run for your life.

you run cluelessly, branches and thorns tearing up your legs but the adrenaline makes the pain go undetected. you're getting tired now, but god she's right behind you. she's gonna kill you. and leave your body to rot in the woods.

the heavy and fast footsteps suddenly stop behind you, you don't know whether to be relieved or worried. there's no way she's tired... right?

you slow down, panting and looking around in the darkness for any sign of her. the girl you love turned savage. you whimper sobs, stepping back and wondering if there was a way out of this damned forest.

you can't hear, you can't see properly either. all you can feel is your heart and how hard it is to breathe.

that's probably why you don't hear her.

her arm is quick to wrap around your neck from behind, pulling you back against her chest. you can feel her heartbeat, but you know too well that it's not thumping that fast from fear— no, it's excitement.

"oh, baby. you're so fucking slow."

she rests her head against the side of yours as you cry, sniffing your hair and smelling the sweat and fear coating your skin. "stop.." you sob, feeling her smile against your head.

"don't beg," she grunts, her hand coming up to tilt your face up, forcing you to look up at her. her eyes scan over your face, you can barely see her in the dark but you can make out the scowl on her face. "tell me you love me."

you frown, your eyes pleading up at her to just stop.

she presses her lips against your forehead, whacking her hand against your cheek and grabbing your jaw to keep you in place. "tell me."

"i love you." you say reluctantly, your face stinging from the smack. and you do, you love her. so much.

she hums, pressing more kisses along the side of your face as her arm tightens around your neck. "such pretty last words."

omfg i got excited sorry went too far

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