Hey Stinks, I Got Kinda Bored Of Beyond Love For A Minute (lol) And Then I Got Bored Of Writing For An

hey stinks, i got kinda bored of beyond love for a minute (lol) and then i got bored of writing for an even longer minute, but feeling post-period horny to the max for some reason so a sub!ellie oneshots cumming out in a couple of hours and i read the first chapter of beyond love over again and now im back in the mood so the next chapter is coming out tomorrow or on saturday !!!! (edit: sunday, i promise ☺️(maybe monday)) plus so many pictures of my cat.

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Fuck Seth club

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i can’t do this anymore

break up with your boyfriend ; ellie williams

pairing: bestfriend!ellie x afab, curly haired,bi!reader (college au)

chapter: one shot (8k words whoops my finger slipped) proofread but if there's errors idk what to tell u

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ so minors dni, subish!ellie, loserlesbian ellie, poc friendly!! drug mentions, marijuana usage, friends to lovers, ellie gets her coochie ate, fingering, ✂️✂️, all that good stuff cheating (not by reader but sus behaviours n thoughts fs) (tw::: men bf’s a dickspawn imsorry) homophobia.

summary: you have a horrible boyfriend, ellie’s always hated him. 

a/n: full word vomit im sorry if its ass but also i kinda lost my composure writing this 🤭🫣😵‍💫 shit made me kinda

AS ALWAYS FUCK DRUCKMANN AND ALL ZIONISTS, resources for Palestine and the daily click linked on my pinned post!

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You were tired, drained. Hours had passed and you and your boyfriend were still at it. Angry words and misunderstood sentences all throughout the day had resulted in yet another fight between you.

"Dean, I've said it so many times, I can't go through it again,"

Dean, your boyfriend of a few months had a rocky track record, from keeping in close contact with his ex, to not telling interested girls that he's not single. The situation was always the same, you'd express your discomfort with something and he'd get angry, defensive. Then, eventually after so much arguing would get you to 'realise' that it's no big deal, that you shouldn't have reacted that way at all and in fact, you should apologise to him for making him feel like a cheater.

You had considered breaking up with him, so many times, in fact. Yet, you simply couldn't bring yourself to do it, still holding out with hope that things will improve.

"Baby, I swear nothing is going on, she's just my friend."

"Fine, okay." You ceased, feeling mentally drained by hours of conflict, "I have to go, need to meet Ellie, we have that test soon."

"You're leaving?" Dean said, clearly still agitated and pumping from the fight,

"Yes, Dean," you sighed, glancing in the mirror to double-check that your makeup hadn't been ruined from the previous crying, "I told you, this exam is really important," In other words, you have more things to be worrying about than your issues with him.

Gathering your books and piling them into your tote bag, you felt Dean's eyes on you, silently steaming as he saw you pick up your books.

"I'll see you later," Without looking back, you grabbed your keys from the side of the door and headed out.

He always had a problem with Ellie, which you couldn't understand, she was always supportive and kind to you. What reason would he have to dislike her?

You had been friends ever since that first physics class three years ago, you had sat in the row in front of her, over fifteen minutes into the lecture had passed until you felt a tap at your shoulder. Turning, you were greeted with green eyes and a smiling face adorned with light freckles.

"Hey, you got a spare pen?" She looked bashful, almost embarrassed that she hadn't been prepared even for the first class of the year. A half smile was placed on her lips. Amused, you gladly handed her a pen, pleased that you had an abundance of pens neglected at the bottom of your tote bag. You were always prepared, just not the most organised.

At the end of the lecture, she tried to hand you back the pen, but you refused and insisted she kept it, was she planning on asking someone for every class she had? That was just inefficient.

When you wouldn't accept the pen back, she ripped out a rough square from a page of her notebook, scribbling her number quickly so she could pay you back for the pen. 

You had been friends ever since, there was something that just worked. She had been there long before Dean and you would be damned if he was to get in the way of your friendship.

You had reached Dina and Ellie's place, they both shared the accommodation whilst you lived in a one-bed en-suite in a dorm. Dean lived at his fraternity, which you always hated going to meaning you spent most of the time at your place instead. 

Knocking, you only waited for a few seconds until the door swung open, revealing Ellie, clad in a white tank top and some grey sweatpants. The open door had caused a draught to haze through the air, the faint scent of smoke and music softly playing at a low volume.

"Hey, you." She spoke, smiling that usual smile that was seemingly tattooed on her lips. Ellie moved out of the doorway to let you in, closing the door behind you as you stepped into the familiar, comforting living room.

"Hey," your tone must have not been well received, as it prompted a,

"Well, what's gotten into you?"

"I've had the worst day, Dean-" you were interrupted by a slightly exaggerated groan, with an added,

"What has he done this time?"

"Ellie.." you sighed, dropping your tote from your shoulder and to the floor, kneeling down to pull out your books and pens.

"I'm serious," she threw her hands up, leaning against the edge of the desk where her work had been all set out already, "He's always up to some bullshit."

Ellie was confused, annoyed actually as you explained the situation to her. In her head, as a lesbian, the solution to these kinds of issues was so, so obvious to her; break up with him, he's not worth it. She had repeated this rhetoric to many of her men-loving friends, all of which refused to listen to her only to turn out heartbroken in the end, anyway.

"I wasn't exactly being rational either," you tried to explain, not that you were making excuses for him, but you felt a certain need to defend your relationship with Ellie. She was always so judgemental of the people you dated. You knew deep down that it was her way of looking out for you, she had consistently been the one to bring you comfort during your relationship breakdowns. And there had been a few of them.

"Don't do that, that's exactly what he wants," She spoke sympathetically, her words very soft considering that, mentally she was currently fighting Dean, and winning.

What was wrong with these guys? Ellie thought, you had dated some specimens before, but this new fraternity bro, Dean? She couldn't stand him.

Seemingly fuelled by his returned distaste towards her, but she knew the real reason why.

He was a pig. Flirting with any girl that'd give him attention, Ellie had caught him at parties with drunk girls hanging off his arms, inches away from their faces, centimetres away from cheating. Only for him to charm his way out of it when you confronted him. It pained her to see you go through this, especially when there were so many options out there. Like her, for example.

To be frank, Ellie's asking for that pen three years ago hadn't been entirely innocent. Whilst, it wasn't a lie per se, as she did, in fact, not have a pen on her first day, making her feel like the worst student on the planet.

She had taken notice of you when you first walked into that physics class. Eyeliner, framing the outer corners of your eyes and tight curly hair that lay perfectly around your face caught her attention. You were so beautiful, she knew she had to talk to you.

As you two had gotten to know each other over those first few months, her little crush had evolved from simple attraction to a full-blown, 'would rip the sun out of the sky if it meant seeing you smile', feelings situation. Whilst her initial intention had been to try and flirt a little bit, over time (really didn't take that long) Ellie realised that you were something special. The bond and groove you had as platonic friends was too great to risk ruining it all. So she decided, her feelings shouldn't be the thing to damage it. Ellie being Ellie, didn't know how to deal with said feelings, so she had made a pact with herself to never act on them, never expect anything other than platonic behaviour on your part, and never, ever let you find out. So whilst you dated, so did she.

"Anyways, can we talk about, literally anything else now? Like our exam that we have in a few days, perhaps?" You hummed, kicking your shoes off and sprawling on her couch, reaching down into your bag for something you had saved for this exact moment.

"Right, 'cos studying is the reason why you're laying dead on my couch right now." Ellie chuckled, joining you and holding your legs up to settle her body on the couch as well, before placing your legs on top of her lap.

"What are you even looking for?"

"Just wait, you'll see." You responded, still rooting through the bag, god where is it?

"Well, not if you can't find it in that damn bag, how do you even find anything in those?"

"Shut up," you chuckled, feeling better already. That's something you loved about Ellie, no matter what would happen to you, a few minutes with her and you'd feel like you had taken uppers.

"Ah, finally," you breathed out, fishing out a single joint that had become embarrassingly bent in the trauma that is, being an object lost inside the bottom of a tote bag.

Ellie laughed when her eyes caught sight of the bent joint, rubbing her eyes as they started to tear from the entertainment.

"You didn't have to go through that much effort to pull out that monster, plus you know I always have enough here, we don't need to smoke yours."

"It may look unfortunate, but this is the best shit in town right now." You tried to sell, "Got it from Xav,"

"Xav? How did you manage that?"

"One of Dean's frat brothers put in a huge order with him and sold me some, thought I'd save it so we could smoke it together." 

"You truly know the way to my heart," Ellie gushed, before leaning over your legs, to grab the closest ashtray and a lighter, passing it to you, roller's rights, after all.

"This doesn't look like studying, though," Ellie spoke, eyes falling to your lips as they wrapped over the end of the joint, sparking and taking a drag. She excused her thoughts.

"I just want some peace before I have to focus on work, you know?" You said, exhaling out the smoke.

Ellie sighed, knowing Dean was truly taking a toll on you, she watched as your face fell, obviously being reminded of the previous events. She wishes there was more she could do, how many times could she say leave him, before it sounded too obvious? Too pushy? Too out of line?

"Fuck him, don't worry about that for now. You're with me, this is a Dean-free zone." Ellie cheered, taking the lit joint as you passed it to her.

You felt her fingers trail random lines and shapes on your leg as she smoked, probably not even aware she was doing it. It was comfortable and set off a wave of sleepiness to hit you.

Ellie passed you the joint back,

"You going to that party tonight?" She asked,

"I don't know, I think Dean wants to go but I was planning on sitting this one out,"

"Why don't you come? Dina and Jesse will also be there, so you don't have to spend the whole party with him,"

"Fine, only because I haven't seen Dina and Jesse for a while,"

"I can live with that," she chuckled.

Deciding you were no longer comfy in that position, you lifted your legs up off Ellie, before manoeuvring your body so that you were sat side by side. Passing the joint back to her, you rested your head on her shoulder. What you didn't notice was Ellie's visible tensing the second you laid your head on her.

It wasn't like it was unusual behaviour from you, yet she reacted like this every time. 

"What do you think of it?"

"Fuck yeah, it's good," she swallowed, head turning to glance over at you resting your head comfortably on her shoulder, "You falling asleep down there?"

"No..." you mumbled, your voice visibly getting quieter as you were getting sleepier. You were just so tired. Constant arguing with Dean, working or studying. You needed a break, plus Ellie had a habit of being super comfortable to nap on.

"You sure?"

"No..."

"It's alright, have a nap, we’ll study later."

Ellie chuckled, she continued smoking the joint to its ends, relaxed by the sound of your breathing as you fell asleep. She took the opportunity to observe you for a minute, you looked peaceful, a hell of a lot more peaceful than you were when you first entered. She wished that you could always be that content, at peace. Ellie wanted you to be happy, whether with her or not, she just didn't want you so stressed and drained by yet another unhealthy relationship.  

It was then she took time to think, how messy the situation had truly become.

—

After your nap, you and Ellie actually did finally study, spending a few hours going over the course material and sharing notes. With a few distractions here and there, but successful nonetheless.

You were back at home, Dean seemingly long gone back to his own place, as you got yourself dressed for this party. Texting Ellie that you were ready, you awaited her knock on your door, as your place was a bit closer to the party you decided you'd make your way there together and you'd crash back at your house later.

Once she arrived, you two made your way to the party, it was in the next block of student accommodation, so it was only a quick walk.

Before long, you had reached the party, greeted by its loudness with thumping music and loud chatter.

"It's fucking packed," you complained, already nervous. The bass of the loud music echoing in your chest, exacerbating the anxiety you felt.  

"It will be okay, let's go find Dina and Jesse,"

It took a few glances to land on them but they had been settled in a corner with two other girls. One with short black hair and the other with long, blonde hair.

Making your way towards them, Dina spotted you and Ellie and eagerly waved you guys over to their spot.

"Bitch! Where have you been?" Dina questioned, and truly it had been an unreasonable amount of time since you'd seen her, which is weird considering how often you were at her and Ellie's place.

"Don't get me started," you sighed, whilst smiling at her and wrapping your arms around her.

"Well, it's good to see you, we missed you!" Gesturing towards herself and Jesse, who took his cue to also greet you.

Dina introduced you to her friends who were also sitting with them, the one with black hair was introduced as Cat, and the blonde was called Abby.

They were nice but you weren't too sure about the dark-haired one, she seemed a bit standoffish to you, only, but welcoming and friendly to everyone else in your group, and especially to Ellie. You noted it and placed the thought at the back of your head for dissection later.

In the ten minutes you had been there, Dean had spotted you and walked over. Causing an eye roll to come from Ellie,

"Hey, you're here!" He was drunk, words slurred and eyes heavily lidded. How much had he already had to drink?

Wrapping his arms around your waist, and nuzzling his face into your neck, the scent of alcohol lingered on him and you found that you didn't want him to be that close to you.

Your eyes met Ellie's briefly before she quickly looked away and took a long sip from her cup, which had been filled up with some vodka and whiskey mixed with some chaser by Dina. She turned her head away from you and began talking to Cat, faces a lot closer than most people. 

You tore your eyes away from their interaction, turning to face Dean.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Dean shrugged, too incapacitated to care too much before making his way back to some of his frat brothers. Yuck.

You were making your way to the bathroom, hoping to find the right door, but you weren't successful the first time, the second or the third. You were starting to wonder how many goddamn rooms were in this place until you finally reached it, and it was of course labelled with a stupid little diy frat sticker that said 'bathroom' featuring other, more immature graffiti. Apt, you thought.

The light was on but the door was slightly ajar, thinking nothing of it you walked in believing it to be empty. The room was also, of course, occupied. You mentally laughed at your own bad luck as you saw Abby sneaking a cigarette out the window. Her body perched up on the windowsill as she breathed the smoke out the open gap.

"Shit- oh it's just you," she chuckled, holding her hand on her heart indicating that you had slightly frightened her, clearly from her doing something she isn't supposed to be doing.

"Sorry, thought it was empty," you said, turning your body towards the door in an effort to leave her to it,

"You don't have to leave I'm just smoking this before any of my team sees me,"

That brought a smile to reach your lips,

"Why are you sneaking cigarettes like a 16 year old?"

"Athletes aren't really meant to smoke, but shit happens. I just don't want to hear it from coach." She mumbled taking her final drag, throwing the butt out the window.

"I'll take it to my grave," You promised, making a little zip motion on your lips.

"All yours," she smiled, making her way out of the bathroom.

"I won't take long, we can head down to the group together,"

So you did, exiting the bathroom, Abby smiling at you,

"Let's go?"

"Sure,"

You had travelled down the stairs, engaging in random, friendly small talk until you had reached everyone. Abby sat back down next to Dina and Jesse, who were ranting amongst themselves, whilst Cat and Ellie had been left to their own devices. Now, you and Ellie had been friends for a while, you kinda knew what she looked like when she was flirting with girls. And this was definitely that. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Dean respawning in your face again,

"Wanna explain that?"

That completely broke you out of your little trance, explain what?

"What?"

"Why were you in the bathroom with her?"

"She was-" you remembered your promise to her, "We were just chatting, nothing weird happened, if that's what you're thinking."

He grabbed your wrist and walked with you to a quieter corner of the room,

"Why are you lying?"

"Dean, nothing happened we were chatting because she was in there when I walked in,"

"Do you know what she is?"

"I just met her today, Dean," You didn't want to deal with this right now, Ellie had said she was going to try and help you escape Dean tonight and instead she got annoyed by his presence and began flirting with Cat.

"What is with you and hanging out with all of those d-...", he trailed off,

"Those what, Dean?" You were beyond angry at this point, you didn't like what he was implying.

"You know, all those le-"

"Hey," your altercation was interrupted, "Everything cool?" Ellie was looking between you both, eyebrows furrowed as she looked you over, gauging the situation. She knew you could fight your own battles, but when a drunk man is getting too handsy on someone it's always good practice to remain vigilant.

"We're fine." He said, his words less slurred now, a bit more pissed off. Egged on by the fact that his very point had just interrupted him.

"Oh yeah?" She pressed, making sure to look at you when she asked, having watched the interaction since he dragged you away.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you added, trying to give her a grateful look with your eyes, whether she got the message or not wasn't confirmed. Ellie wasn't one to let things go, but then she asked you if you wanted to be left alone with him and when you simply said 'Yeah I can deal with this," there was nothing more she could do without being too out of line. 

Sighing to herself, she dragged her feet back to the group, silently warring with herself over her actions, wondering if she put her nose in someone else's business or whether she didn't act enough. She had decided that was enough for the night, she'd try and focus on something else.

Whilst you were frustrated; you didn't want to explain the situation to her yet, at this point.

"Dean I don't like what you're trying to say, I don't want to be near you right now, we can talk about this at home."

"Sure, whatever." He walked off. You exhaled a sigh that had been festering in your chest for a while.

Wandering back to Dina, Jesse and Abby, noticing a considerable lack of Ellie and Cat. But at least you could clear your mind, Dina offered you another drink- which you gladly took.

You were in conversations with your friends, a good amount of minutes had passed and you finally caught sight of Ellie. You felt your heart twitch, your stomach churning at the sight.

Ellie was engaged in some heated make-out with that Cat, her hands tightly wrapped around the back of the girl's neck. The lights of the room bounced off her skin, illuminating them in deep reds and blues, as their lips moved against each other. It was hot, you couldn't lie. Perhaps the alcohol had hit you a lot more than you thought. You had seen Ellie in action, but not in action.

You felt yourself start to stare, lost in the sight of Ellie until you felt your breathing start to quicken and your legs fidgeting. You had to pull your eyes away, shaming yourself in your head for even looking that long, like a damned pervert.

Taking another sip of your drink, your thoughts trailed, you wondered what it would feel like to be in Cat's position, to feel Ellie's passionate grasp and soft lips against yours. You wondered if her kisses would feel loving and warm, not cold like you were used to.

You quickly dismissed your thoughts, blaming it on the alcohol, wondering what was spurring this on, all of a sudden.

You soon decided it was probably time to head home, the party had lived its course and you were in a worse mood than when you first got there. Mission failed, indeed.

Saying your goodbyes to Dina, Jesse and Abby you made your way through the dance floor to Ellie.

"Hey, I'm gonna head out," You interrupted a conversation occurring between Ellie and Cat.

"Oh, you sure?" She glanced between you and Cat, "Will you be okay getting home?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm gonna find Dean and we're gonna go,"

"Oh," her face soured, "You're really still going home with that guy?"

"Well..." you stilled, you didn't exactly want to, but you knew he wouldn't give up until he got to say his piece, regardless of where you were, "We have stuff to talk about, I guess." Your voice and tone sound beaten, tired.

"I see," She glanced you over, hesitant, as if she was about to say something but then changed her mind. You could almost see thoughts flying in her eyes. 

"See you later," Cat smiled at you, though it didn't quite reach the corners of her eyes, no crease of skin. Everything seemed polite on the surface, but there were weird undertones in her voice, indifference. The vibe of that was definitely weird, right?

"Yeah,"

With that, you found Dean and left to go home.

—

Panting, you were panting. Heavy breaths mixed with sloppy touches in the darkness of red and blue lights.

You pulled away, glancing at Ellie, the corners of her plump lips curling into a smirk as she caressed your thighs. Fingers teasing near your entrance, you were completely ready for her touch, dripping, waiting.

"I can't wait to taste you, baby." she spoke, her words soft but with a hint of a growl that excited you, eager for what was about to come.

Then your eyes split open, and you were lay on your bed, hours had passed and you had been fast asleep. Sleep came easy, induced by the alcohol you had consumed, as you realised you had just been dreaming.

It took you a few seconds to stir and become conscious of what you had been dreaming about. Then the shame hit. What the fuck was that?

It didn't last long though, before you heard Dean's voice,

"That was hot,"

You slightly jumped at the surprise of his voice, not expecting him to have been awake and especially aware that you were having a dream of such nature, about your best friend of all people.

"You got me all hard, babe." You suddenly felt too overwhelmed, flashes of Ellie's lips and fingers cursed your mind as Dean's voice was mixed into your thoughts.

Confusion and panic hit your senses, you didn't want to look at Dean's expecting face when your mind was still reeling with the faint remnants of being under Ellie's warm and comforting touch, even in the astral plane, your body still warm and wanting. But not for him. Disgust overwhelmed your veins, poisoning the air in your lungs as you realised you couldn't think of anything worse than him touching you. It was as if that dream had been a message, a sign that this wasn't what you wanted. Or deserved. A sudden unexpected epiphany.

You quickly shot up and ran to the bathroom, no words spoken between you as you closed the door. Ensuring space between you both.

You sighed and grabbed at the roots of your hair, thinking of how utterly fucked this is.

You thought back to Ellie, would she be disgusted at your thoughts? Would she feel weird and uncomfortable if she knew you had been thinking of her that way? Her best, and very platonic, friend. She definitely isn't interested, you thought, remembering the way she had grabbed Cat closer to her and embraced her in a kiss that could only enflame your very being. Jealous. You realised, that's what that feeling was. It seemed to occur a lot regarding Ellie, that feeling.

Dean's voice blared through the door, reverberating through the walls.

"It's about that blond bitch isn't it?" Your eyebrows pulled together, *fucks sake.

"Dean, please." It was stupid o'clock in the morning, the last thing you wanted was yet another argument.

"I knew those fucking lesbians would fuck with your head, you've always been a stupid woman, following whoever gives you attention."

His words hurt, and doubly pissed you off. How dare he? Those were your friends he was talking about.

You opened the door, Dean all blotchy and red in the face, fuelled by the past months of his bullshit and borderline abuse, this was the final nail. He was not about to say disgusting things and expect no repercussions. Lifting your hand, you put your entire back into connecting your palm with his cheek, made real by the smacking sound of skin, loud as a gunshot in the dark hours of the night contrasting the silence of no other surrounding sound in the dorms.

"Fuck you, Dean. I'm over this, get out." You stared him right in the eye as he rubbed the throbbing skin of his cheek to alleviate some pain. You couldn't help but feel a hint of relief that it had actually hurt him, as horrid as that sounds. You weren't a violent person, by any means, yet the continuous accusations, the newly exposed homophobia, his vile behaviour - it had to be done. You were done letting him treat you like that.

"I don't need you anyway, can find ten other girls that'd give me what I want."

"Go do that, then." You huffed, wondering why you hadn't done this earlier.

"Already have, sweetheart." He smirked, eyes glinting as he finally lifted the shroud of lies he had been filling your head with. You always knew deep down, you just chose to ignore it. Worms in the brain feasting at any rational thought and your self-respect. You didn't find it in yourself to get angrier.

"Get out of my house, Dean." You finalised, arms crossed over your chest, you just hoped he'd go willingly.

"You're not worth it, anyway." He cements, body turning to put on his shoes, chuckling as his heavy presence finally leaves your door.

You let out a breath, relief, shame and anger seeping into the deepest part of your being.

You were glad he's gone, truly. You just wish you had killed it sooner. Ellie was right, he ain't shit.

You sat on the edge of your bed, suddenly finding that the dark, empty space in your room was doing you no favours.

Pulling out your phone, you drafted a text to Ellie,

3.47 a.m:  you awake?

It was a long shot, you almost gave up on a response for tonight until you felt your phone buzz.

3.49 a.m:  ..always

3.49 a.m:  whats up?

Your lips tilted into a weak smile, before responding,

3.50 a.m:  u should be sleeping rn!

3.50 a.m:  umm so should u

3.51 a.m:  whats wrong?

Sighing, you had to bite the bullet, already started it now.

3.52 a.m:  he's an asshole, i broke up with him

A few minutes passed, and you wondered what was taking so long even though in the grand scheme of time it was only a few seconds, really. It was just anticipation, time felt dragged out awaiting her response. You didn't know that Ellie was laying on her bed feverishly typing, deleting and re-typing, overthinking how to respond. She wanted to say, 'I knew this' and how she was happy he was gone because he was a loser who didn't deserve you anyway. How she never liked him. Ellie didn't want to be insensitive, though, lest she hurt your feelings further. 

3.57 a.m: how are you feeling?

3.58 a.m:  im just glad he's gone tbh

3.58 a.m: had to be done

Ellie couldn't help the hint of a smile that fought its way onto her features, she typed her response. Picking at the dry skin around her thumb with her teeth as she sent her next message, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

3.59 a.m: he didn't deserve you anyway, you're too good for that.

You felt a warmth rush through you, stomach tightening as you read into her words. You wished that she meant it, that her feelings matched yours. Your mind thinks back to Cat, instantly murdering any hope in your heart.

You don't remember when your feelings for Ellie began to change, but looking back on it, you had felt so unsatisfied, seldom comfortable with your past lovers. Ellie was the only person who knew you, truly. Who had loved you and made you feel so safe, her comforting presence always soothing you, you felt like a person around Ellie. Whole. It had just taken some time for life to knock some sense into you to realise. It has always been Ellie. 

4.01 a.m: want me to come to you or you wanna come here?

4.01 a.m: it's so late you don't have to! i'll be ok promise

4.02 a.m: hah good one.. gimme ten mins

Ellie was not messing, not much time passed before she was knocking on the front door of your dorm. 

"Hey," Her voice was soft, gentle, her eyes shining with such a tender glint. She's always had such pretty eyes, you thought. 

"Hi,"

You moved a few steps to give her space to enter,

"How you doing?" She wrapped her arms around you, holding you tighter than you expected,

"Honestly, I'm okay," Ellie took a look at you, gauging your overall mood and believed it, you already looked lighter, less weight (*Dean) holding down your shoulders. 

"Think I mentally checked out a long time ago," you added, sitting down on your bed and lifting your laptop screen to load a show, acting somewhat as a buffer amongst the silence.

"So what happened?"

You couldn't help the audible groan that escaped your lips, "He got pissy when he saw me leaving the bathroom with Abby and accused me of cheating,"

"Abby?" Ellie had taken off her coat and shoes, joining you on your spot on the bed.

"Yeah, she was smoking in the bathroom hiding from their coach, we walked down to the group together, it was only small talk. I was so confused, he started saying things about who I was hanging out with,".

"Meaning?"

"He's a fucking homophobic prick,"

"He said hanging out with 'all those lesbians was fucking with my head', said I follow whoever gives me attention," you sighed, "then I slapped him."

Ellie couldn’t help it, she felt a swell of pride that you slapped him, stood up for yourself. He deserved so much worse, she thought.

Ellie couldn't hide the smirk that reached her lips, as much as she tried to suppress it, it still came.

"That's my girl,"

You didn't expect your stomach to twist when those words left her mouth, opening something up deep inside.

"He finally admitted to cheating, and then it was over," You sighed.

"I'm proud of you," Ellie muttered, fidgeting with her nail-beds, failing to meet your eyes.

"You don't have to say that, I know how pathetic this is,"

Resting your head on the headboard, you brought your legs into a cross,

"Hey, I mean it, it must've been a lot," She paused, her hand coming to rest on your knee, rubbing her thumb over the skin absentmindedly, like it was second nature to her. Perhaps, it was.

You looked over at her, eyes trailing down her features, freckles and the green eyes that still weren't meeting yours, suddenly shy.

"You're amazing, you deserve to know that," she paused, eyes finally meeting your own, determined.

"So are you," Your voice lowered, trailing back to the pretty brunette from earlier.

“So what’s going on with you and that girl?” You shouldn’t have said anything, but it was out before you could stop it. Clearly, your brain kept thinking about it.

“It’s..” Ellie thought about what to say, it would sound extremely horrible to say Cat was mainly a distraction, unfair as she is a lovely person, but it’s true.

“Nothing more than what you saw,”

Vague, was that best response to that, Ellie thought.

“I saw quite a bit,”

“Honestly, she’s great, we get along and all but..’ She’s not you. “I don’t think it’ll go any further.”

“She seemed to really like you, why not?”

Ellie almost wanted to laugh, it was so painfully obvious to her, how could you not see it?

“I guess.. I want something different.”

Her eyes connected with yours, the contact between your eyes felt different now, charged. You caught yourself stealing a glance at her lips, which slightly parted as she spotted where your eyes had fallen.

“Like what?”

She had no response, it was either avoid the question, or firm it. Ellie didn’t know which was the right answer.

"Ellie.." You paused, words caught in your throat, as scenarios rushed through your head like a rolodex of different possible outcomes. Heart tugging at your brain to do something, anything.

"Yeah?" Her head leaned closer to yours, your breathing slowly becoming heavier, the room's environment growing thicker, harder to inhale. Her hand still on your knee, unmoving now, frozen in place.

You could almost make contact with her lips, if you moved just a tiny inch closer. Her hand trailed slightly further up your leg, just a little above your knee, almost as if to test the waters. You wondered if she felt like you did, if she could also feel her veins light up and her body inflamed. Were her lips just as eager to touch yours? Were her hands longing to feel you just as well?

Before you realised, it was out.

"Ellie, can I kiss you?"

A beat, and no response. You felt your heart start to panic, already thinking over how to pretend that had never happened. You almost regretted it, until her hand reached for the back of your neck, reducing the distance between your faces.

Lips meeting yours, shyly at first, hesitant. Ellie’s mind was whirling, feeling her heartbeat pump aggressively throughout her body, there was no way this was reality, she thought. No way that you were here in front of her, asking to kiss her, after all this time of her yearning, feeling like a useless lesbian who would never ever make a move on you.

She could almost feel herself kicking her feet in the air, as she decided to firm it. Scared if she waited any longer, the opportunity would cease to exist, pass her by and join one of those regrets she’d think about as an elder.

Your lips met hers back, eager to push for contact, eager to push closer. Your zeal spurring hers on, as her hands clasped the back of your neck, keeping you in place. Not like you wanted to be anywhere else.

This was it. This is what you should’ve been feeling in the past.

Ellie’s soft, plump lips melted over yours, taunting with a bite and pulling your bottom lip out before entering her tongue into your mouth.

Fuck. That was hot.

You felt yourself getting hotter, damper by the minute as the kiss continues, Ellie’s hand getting more comfortable and trailing down to your thighs.

You pulled apart for a second, taking the time to catch your breath as you looked into her eyes, usually green but now much darker, enhanced by enlarged pupils as she glazed her sights over you. An unreadable expression on her face,

“Are you okay?”

“You’re so hot, and amazing and I-I really want to keep going, I just- I don’t know, I don’t want this to be like a .. rebound thing. I really care about you but I just, don’t want to feel like that, you know?” She rambled on, her thoughts getting ahead of themselves as she was pondering if it happened, then if it was too late to return to what you had been, before things got all naked and messy.

You understood, of course you did. You had literally broken up with him just maybe two hours ago. But it didn’t matter, you had to say it. Let her know and reassure her that it was only her.

“Ellie.. you could never be a rebound to me,” You stammered a little before the next part, “You’re the one I’ve wanted this whole time. It’s always been you.” You pecked her lips, grabbing her face, looking into her eyes hoping she’d see the seriousness in yours.

“I mean it, Ellie, I’ve never felt as certain about something as I do this,”

Her stature relaxed, you continued, “I love you, Ellie. I didn’t love anyone else,”

“I’ll just have to show you how much, if that’s okay with you.”

Her gaze turned curious, before nodding, watching as your hands danced down her sides and ever so slightly underneath the fabric of her shirt. You caught her body tensing, almost shaky as you lifted her shirt. Warm hands covering the sides of her defined stomach, you squeezed a little, just enough to rile her up.

Which it did, Ellie’s eyebrows furrowed as she anticipated your next move. Loosing control of her lungs, she was about to explode.

“Is this okay?” Your hand met the band of her sports bra, digging scarcely into her skin beneath it.

“Yeah,” she exhaled, stuck in place, watching, her cheeks becoming flushed.

You hands pressed over her breasts, tightening pressure around as she let out a content sigh. You dipped your head down to wrap your lips around her nipple, licking laps over the tip and softly blowing air over them when you decided you were done, chuckling to yourself at the goosebumps that now raised on her skin,

“Don’t tease,” She murmured, composure dwindling.

“Sorry, can’t help myself,”

You kissed down her stomach to her pelvis, feeling her restlessness grow as her body refused to stay still, itching for you to do more.

You leaned back up, placing either leg over her torso and looked her over, making sure she was okay as your hand moved lower down, seemingly in a mind of its own as it crept past the waistband, meeting her skin as you held eye contact.

Ellie folded, shutting her eyes as the waiting became too much, you tapped her leg with your free hand,

“Eyes on me,”

When she held your eye contact once again, you teased a finger past her folds, almost letting out a groan at how wet she was, at how easily you could feel her arousal.

“Fuck Els,” you sighed, struggling to contain yourself as your thoughts grew more indecent, slipping a finger in further as Ellie writhed underneath you, head hanging back.

“More fingers, please,” Her voice was strained, breathy as she closed her eyes, embarrassed to be feeling this undone already.

“Yeah?” The side of your mouth curled up, goaded by the sound of her voice.

“I can do that, baby,” Following instructions, you slipped two more fingers into her, falling into a rhythm as you felt her clench around you,

“You feel so good, Ellie,” You gasped, your hips involuntarily grinding on top of her stomach,

“So fucking good ‘n wet for me,”

“Fuck-“ Ellie’s voice cut off as she bit into the back of her hand, her own hips rolling your hand in deeper, hitting her walls more than before as she let out a mewl.

It was the hottest noise you’d ever heard, and you wanted to keep drawing it out of her. To keep hearing her moan for you, and your actions only.

Suddenly, you had something you prove, both to her and to yourself.

You lowered yourself off her lap, removing your fingers, kissing her stomach as you pulled her pants and underwear down, grabbing her legs and holding them open,

“That’s hot,” you said, glancing over her wet inner thighs as they glistened, all for you.

“Shut up,” she spoke, voice tight as a side smile swept over her features, as she grabbed the back of your head, pushing you closer to her pulsing core, throbbing and dripping waiting for you to make contact.

You licked a line up her heat, moaning to yourself at the taste of her. You grew light-headed, thinking you could die happily just between Ellie’s legs, becoming addicted to her moans as you ate her out, head in a daze as she squeezed her thighs tight around your head, almost cutting off your air supply- her moans growing more frequent, as she reached closer. Your free hand moving up to wrap itself around her breast, squeezing tighter around her nipple.

Deciding to have a little more fun, you slipped two fingers into her wetness as you continued to lap your tongue around her clit, pushing up into her as you sucked. Dragging her delicious sap on your tongue as it marred all over your face, cheeks glassy with her warm sleek.

Ellie had lost control over her vocal cords at this point, moans slipping out from between her sweet lips no matter how hard she tried to suppress them. Hell, you were moaning too, despite not even being touched yet, dripping all over yourself, ass up and needy as you rolled your hips over thin air as you continued to soak yourself into Ellie.

There could be no coming back from this, you thought, not now that you had been exposed to the delicacy that is Ellie Williams. You were holding on to her and not letting go.

You felt Ellie’s moans get shorter, cutting themselves off from its full power before the next one came, her hips moving more haphazardly up to meet your tongue, she was close.

You glanced at her, her eyes closed, brows pinched up and mouth agape, a slight sheen to her skin from sweat, she’s so attractive, you thought.

With your free hand, your fingers guided themselves onto your own folds, rolling over your own clit for some release, the lack of hand on her caused Ellie’s eyes to look at you, at the sight of your arched back, wet cheeks, spread legs as you touched yourself all whilst still fucking her into oblivion.

The damned sight of you, just as undone as Ellie, without her even touching you,was enough to cause the coil in her abdomen to twist, before she came all over your face, breath slowing into heavy pants as her body twitched. You lapped her up her residue, finally removing your face from between her legs as she looked at you. Wordless.

“Wh-what the fuck..” Ellie’s weak voice trailed, before laughing and forcing a kiss on your lips, hands wrapped around your jaw as she tasted the remnants of herself on you.

There was no way you were about to give her the best orgasm of her life and expect her to not do anything back? Funny joke. Ellie was ravenous now.

She placed you underneath her, biting around your thighs before bending her head down, her tongue having been desperate for a taste since that first day she saw you.

“Mmh, fuck,” She said, her tongue rippling over your pussy as your hips shook, slurping up the honey that had been left neglected.

“Ellie, shit, I wanna feel you,”

“What do you want, baby?” She gasped out, in between breaths as fingers toyed with your clit.

“Wanna feel you, y-your fucking pussy on mine-fuck,” you cut yourself off, embarrassed. The desire was simply too strong, you were dizzy just from the thought of it.

Ellie seemed to share your enthusiasm, her heart skipping a beat, kindling her veins with heat.

This was a gift from the heavens, she thought.

“Shit- yeah, okay.” Ellie exhaled out, as she got you into position, grabbing one of your smaller pillows to cushion you as she placed her legs over yours, getting into place as she rubbed her clit over yours, hips lolling over yours.

The sounds were debaucherous as they filled the room, hot and wet as if the spirit of Dionysus, himself had possessed you. Invoking you with such carnal desire as you could think of nothing else than the sublime vice that is Ellie Williams.

“Fuck, Ellie, I’m gonna come,”

Ellie groaned, rocking her hips over yours, her defined abs on show, breasts working with Earth’s gravity as they sprung up and down to match her movements, hair falling out of her hair tie, causing some strands to stick to her face. You looked at her, eyes attached to yours, lust ruling over them, then looked back down to where you were both intertwined. You trapped your bottom lip with your teeth at the sight before you.

Her sap mingling with yours, leaking out from her cunt as it folds over your own, Wrapping you with her warmth, pulsating around yours. Ellie’s body still trembling from before.

“Then come for me, baby,”

You were gone. With her words, you felt yourself spilling out against her, not being able to hold back the climax of your arousal spurting out from you, splashing Ellie’s legs.

“Fuuck, Ellie!” Your voice drawled out, as the wave ran through you,

“That’s it, angel, come all over me,” She smirked down at you, breath heavy as she watched your eyes glaze over, lips parted and chest heavy as you finally came down.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” She gaped, eyes transfixed on your figure as her reeling mind came down from the high.

“Shit, neither did I,” you laughed, covering your mouth, suddenly shy. With your head still in the clouds, you weren’t feeling as overly self-aware.

“That was fucking hot,”

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# 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓? : ellie williams x fem!reader

# 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! : Only dirty things inhereit her mind when she notices you wearing the panties she bought you on this recreational trip to Tokyo. It's all she's thinkin about, that thought-provoking lace of desire. Wants to try it, bite it, lick it, spit it, pull it to the side, and get all up in it.

# 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 : honestly struggled with this one as there's no angst and i've got the itch to write purely angst and fluff, but.. hey.. a little smut never hurt anyone! anyways this is my piece for the brat challenge in this discord server, join if you want to partake in stuff/get sneak peeks on fics.. thanks to @caraphernellie for proofreading <3

# 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 ! : mdni, smut, modicum of plot (take this with a grain of salt), oral (r!receiving), established relationship, absolutely pussydrunk!ellie, switch!ellie (subtop leaning), no decorum, modern universe obviously so riley + jesse never died (yay for riley appearance), mostly just about the smut, messy messy, yeah, petnames used: baby, babe, good girl.

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IF EYES COULD UNDRESS

Ellie had never flown outside the States before October.

Japan in autumn is the perfect pocket of time for visiting, loyal tourists say. Noting its capricious spirit; falling back shoulders-first into the hot, cicada summer, which if anything the clicking whines mock the brutal sweating, palming bottles of imitation winter to outwardly parched necks, and stumbling brittle into the cold, pearl-white cries of clouds, aching the bones of everything tangible; it becomes obvious that you should land somewhere in the middle. Autumn is medial there, despite leaning gently towards the glossary of the year.

October was designated the month of living it up.

Letting loose in a foreign country.

Talk of escaping Jackson—while not a serious, eloping sort of hustle you whisper inside dark gaps of midnight—kept inspiriedly sparking and sparking from Jesse until he could condition everybody to a date, place, and gathered cough-ups and petty cash he could scrape from his home floors.

She, of course, freshly mulleted and on the lookout for your infinitely loving days, galloped after you. You go, she goes.

Tickets of your name and hers lived in your hearth-brown lockbox for a summer; the idea interested you easy, and whenever you go, Ellie is strung by a leash to; puppy-trained.

You knew your money set-aside was kept on your mind's line for one purpose and one purpose only: Tokyo, the plane there. But during a violet, tender spring morning, a few feet into the bathroom, you felt the crisp quiet crackle at your nape, and her body moor in to press you hotly.

“One trip to Tokyo..” she whispers. There was a drumroll pause and her right hand lifted between you and the mirror, a fingerhold of two tickets covering your face. “Coming up!” She had squealed it so softly quiet, so huskily, so promptly marked by a chuckle, you forgave her in that moment for securing the tickets under your radar. Forward your intentions.

Then, October and Tokyo came.

Her bag was a medley. Camera, comics, hair ties, caps, glasses, that stupid sock monkey, old crosswords Joel never consummated; aside essentials, and quite unessentially systemless; socks and sock monkey stored together. Okay, maybe there's a pun to it.

Where her mind took you two, however, was very organized and pre-contemplated.

Shibuya City. Fashion central, the ultimate juncture of crossroads, pandemonium at its greatest count, and it played deliberate cat and mouse with her wallet. Hand in hand, inside a lingerie store down the grand crosswalk, a surrounding of laces and ladies' ligatures in thought-provoking shapes ran her mind into the deepest gutter. One look at the darkest, laciest pair (with the little bows) of panties, and her hand was playing thumb-wars with her pocket for her wallet. You had the money! Had your reservations and expenses lined like stallions in a stable, but Ellie: a hades-bent girl bent on paying every picayune thing forward, insisted the ticket, and now this lacy thing of sex appeal, as a gift and nothing more than your sake.

Speaking of sex, one could imagine, “Just a gift to add to your humoungus collection, maybe more special though since I bought them. Think you'd look good in 'em, no?” is an evasive mouthful of wordage and awkward neck-rubs that really just translates to, “Wanna see these on you, babe.” Or maybe the puncture of her heavy breath and currant-redness of her taken expression eyeing as you hold the pair to your hips, low-lidded, lip-licked, read honestly instead as, “Gotta take them off you, yeah? Please?” Always a cherry-on-top girl.

Please, please, please.

Yeah, she bought them, and yeah, you'll wear them. Days after the threshold of your trip, tonight is the night. Bottom of the pit; living like a disaster; shots poured for everyone, by everyone.

Tonight, you tear new lace.

Laughter convenes at the place fruitions of humor normally do: the dining table. Low on the tatami, pillowed on the outskirts, it made a neat area of function for a messy laurel of people.

Dina, by far, was the messiest, most pell-mell in the manner she refurbished shot glass after shot glass for Riley: one amoung the rowdiest who challenged Jesse to a bet of 'who would fall off the wagon first; who could stay as sober as a judge?' Get a personal question wrong, you drink to your errors.

Two leaves in the laurel drank up the riveting theatrics instead, not so much the alcohol. Ellie and you, you and Ellie; mumbling about somethings in the dark of statures, rarely turning your eyes from the others at game—at least from your perspective. She could have been staking her seconds to count the hairs on your nape, writing lyrics over the features awake in her sightline, spilling her thyme greens and rainforest limbals into your skin, undressing your whispers. You wouldn't know.

Until she inevitably makes herself obvious.

“New earrings?” That crisp voice again, cracking where your head can only turn. She retires the singular silence with it, sparking up conversation with whatever she could muster, whatever she could see. “Kinda looks like a pair you already got.”

Ellie is pretty damn observant. Nothing goes unnoticed—not even the nominal shifts in your vast expression. So when you give her your eyes before your words, she knows there's an unspoken tease in sightly tensions. “Mhm. Wore everything I bought here so far to the concert earlier.”

“Yeah, noticed that too.”

Observation surpasses way beyond the slatted blinds of her simple lust. There is art, there is health. Her own eyes give themselves to thanking each meridian of your skin for being out to view tonight. She remembers every limb for midnight: the angle, the fragility, the firmness, limning for a page in her journal. An artist needs their intrepid eyes before their pens. She traces, and traces, down and down until her eyes find the shadow of lace.

She remembers that lace very well.

The corners of her lips crease up. “Those the panties I picked out for you?” Surprised with shy pride.

Her eyes drag from the beltline of your pants to where the lace pokes out, slowly undressing you. Then, her quiet thumb follows along, feeling over the drooping boundary of lace that sinks between and under your denim. All you can see are her eyes downturned, lashes and lids so focused, so content with the feel-good consequence of buying those panties. The things she could do with them heating her mind.

Fuck, if eyes could undress you.

“You mean the ones you took a gazillion pictures of me in when I tried them on?”

“Well when you put it like that—I mean, you looked good in them.” She scatters quick into a fluster, abashed to even face you now. “Fuck, shouldn't have said anything.” Her smile crinkles.

“Truth and drinking don't mix.” That in itself is a truth, spoken by none other than a young adult; the cliche age reckless abandon should inhabit the feasting teeth of. “Blame the alcohol.” You toss back another velvety shot, punctuating that accusation.

Guile is the furthest thing from Ellie. She could not be more public, more unsubtle about what that tangle of lace does to her. Make her stomach flip? Wash her freckles in bleeding raspberries? Still her thumb on your hip? Make her lovingly sick? The list grows as it goes, and each nuance pointed toward her surrender to simple lust; biting back, sucking breath one moment, avoiding your face and brushing her lips over your warm lobe the next.

Another confession falls from them. “Been thinking about them all day.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Yeah,” she squeaks weakly, voice barely attending.

Ellie can never resist a bit of lace.

Then, she softly droops herself with a bashful grin into where your neck carved room for her, laughing away her kisses. “Best present ever, I think.”

Spoiled, is how you felt. To have her feeding on your neck, blissful indulgence, sweating out sweetly in the corners of your jaw, which she gladly crept up to, you graciously sit still for her tongue. You go clean without pry; keeping an eye on the others at the table. They seem to be too entertained by drunken parlor games to notice. And that felt lucky, as her persistent thumb turns into hungering fingers, and soon enough her palms are kindly filling with and groping your hip, one finger tucked under the lace. Her signature; hesitantly asking you where she could get with this.

“Can't wait?”

“Sorry,” she uses her tepid breath to speak into your neck, weakly giggling. The vibrations of them ripple. “I can't help it.”

“Come on.” You climb your digits over her ductile knuckles, cradling her hand into yours. “Why don't we turn in for the night?”

“Yeah. Sounds good,” she spoke soft with eagerness, excitement, a little bit louder than the breaths before.

That thirsty sort of sensation in your hollows, your throat and your obscure, obscene and sordid thoughts that gulp to be filled with a desire come true; desperate breaths.

Yeah, she knows that feeling all too well.

Her crossed legs clasp in, and shovel under into a kneel, pushing herself as you beckon her to get up with a telling, ghostly tug. She straightens out and sticks close: close as you stand, close as you cross a few feet to part dirty, droplet-trickled shot glasses onto the counter, close as you say your goodnights.

Ellie kept quiet. Ellie went smoothly. She, pumped to the limits of her heart, drooped her head to the ground where her excited eyes could toss however, and wherever they want. Where she could glimpse into obscure corners, and think about it again. The lace; the baroque, busy, enticing and tasty lace. The fabric that has her teeth grinding into her lip as it builds a hot pressure between her legs. It hisses alongside her repeating thoughts.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Think I'm gonna head to bed, now. Lightweight over here breached her soberness already and won't stop drooling on my shoulder.” You even nudge it against her to puncture the emphasis, and the table understandingly laughs. “Night guys.”

“Night, enjoy the snoring!” Riley blurted, sarcasm-infused and drunkenly.

Yeah, totally going to sleep, totally checkin' out.

Mind your business everybody.

CAN SHE FIT IT?

What happens when the brain-slosh of a pussydrunk mess is met with the perfect bareness of a pretty bit of lace?

Ruination.

I said you would tear new lace, just not like the hostile, hungry and hopeless fantasy that sentence immediately evokes to mind. If anything, she might almost rip those panties off of you, but Ellie is a good listener; she submits you authority and mellows her lips at your thigh, inexplainably soft under your many holds, parched and waiting difficultly.

Your fingers poured through piles of auburn, looping, under and over, pulling and perching firmly on the very center. It offers you leniency. It promises you control. However, against good listening, in the palm of your hand is an eager girl with even more eager eyes, hooded and heavy, and that eagerness is trickling out in these little mumbles against your still thigh that you concieve only by their repitition. As expected, she is impatient.

“Please?” Ellie would say again, as every other rehearsal: pouty eyes, untie a kiss, watch you watch her, look down and mumble another plead, and her do her pouty beginning again.

Aching is the patience.

Fists bite at the sides of your hips. “I've been so patient. Babe, come on..” Her loose, open mouth drags along your skin, baring a manifestation of deprivation: a painful hiss. “Shit..”

“Aw, sucks, doesn't it?” You relish and adore this disgustingly, even your giggles are lighthearted and corrupt. God, what isn't to love about a girl on her knees, toughing it out to taste you? Absolutely nothing.

You're fucking soaked.

“Yeah,” she scoffs, and jokingly reproaches you. “Sucks when my girlfriend is being a tease and won't let me help her out or anything.” Ellie figured all this necking and desperation-milking had done something to you—something she wants to fashion into persuasion, something she is on the precipice of, eyeing the lace over your crotch. “Fuckin' wet, aren't you?”

That sounded like a hard sell. Pointing out the obvious to win you over, but you play along loosely to pity her. “Mhm,” your hum vibrates through a smirk, inviting yet ingenious. “Is that what you mean by helping out?”

“Obviously.” Those fingers at your hips soften, and tuck into the waistband of your panties, easing it down an inch. “Can I?”

“Mh-mm,” you deny and shoo her hands off. “Through my panties first.” You station a thumb behind her head, nudging her closer to that lewd warmth. “Okay?”

She gulps, she quivers, and her mouth splits open, considering your request carefully. “Fuck,” she curses quietly, a curse she sinks into her damp, compliant lips as she corners in darkly. Drooping her tongue, half her face disappears into wet lace divine, and presses a hot stroke into you.

It felt increasingly fired, her tongue on you. Fabric trapped the summer of lust inside, so when she latched her own huffing mouth, and now is painstakingly savoring you through it, the tempature makes you keen; softly humming satisfaction. “Mhh, there you go, Ellie,” you shower your whisper all around her, watching her begin, begin without satanical abandon. “Just like that.”

Just like you asked.

She starts with a genuine hold-back. Her lips purse, and fit the shape of your pussy deeper in, moaning as she sucks the slick and disconnects her mouth to lick it from her drool, but she only goes that far.

Not a drop goes neglected.

She laps you again, and has to sink her eyes shut when your taste—barely there, stifled aromas of sex—overtakes her, and she has to clench her brows together, impulsively grunt, and bite your panties into a pull, giggiling when it snaps back. “Hmhm, can I touch you? Please?”

“No baby.”

Seduction is cruel. There you are, flaunting it in her face, and yet you still have the brass to restrict her. Ellie loathes it, but only partially shows that she does in wry smiles. “Really babe?” Her lips shift crookedly, and her thumbs prod themselves in the inner-top of your thighs; progressing sub rosa. “What do I have to do for this?” She enroots a kiss, just above your clit, smushing her buttony nose.

“Be patient,” you reply, and tug her head back kindly. An authorative gesture, one she winces and hazes her eyes at. “Show me how bad you need it first, yeah? Be a good girl?”

And, fuck, did you speak so sweetly; her brain might already be flourished in rot at this point. But then, you bring your hands away and tuck your waistband a whisper lower—barely lower than your navel, and her eyes narrow. She leaps right into sugar. Indulging vulgarly.

She litters you in kisses above the elastic, adorning your groin. “Mhh—mhh, 'm a good girl.”

“Whatever you say..”

Ellie reiterates. “Know I am.” Soft and muffled in the skin she would hate to leave unmarked, her lips leading shamelessly downward again. She soaks the lace with her tongue, and her slow, hot breath, melts the lace away in her imagination. Melts it away as she feels your clit, thumping on her warm toungework.

This made you content: watching her work in action.

When she swallows back her tongue after seconds of latching, you expect another persistant retaliation. But all you hear is the sound of her throat hawking, then her spitting. Smack-dab, right on your crotch. Frothy and trickling, she is quick to lather it through your folds, tip of her tongue pushing the lace in between. The noise, the lack of decorum, and pressure of her mouth alone made your hips twist with insufferable pleasure.

“Fuck..”

Possibly the dirtiest thing Ellie has ever done.

She can tell it weakened something in you, driving her to do it again. “Mhm?” she questions your reaction, and spits, using her fingers to splay your pussy and rub it through. Despiting your requests. “Did you like that?”

“Ellie—”

No answer to her meek, hopeful question can leave your lips before her head is searching for consequences again: shoving all of her that is restless onto your clit and moving side-to-side. Licking and licking, saving the saltiness of your arousal for late-night memories, she numbs your mind with the way her tongue drags and refuses to stop dragging. To unravel you, she wove in her own pleasure—confident, enraptured sounds—moaning into your pussy as if it were grinding into hers. With enough imagination, it was. But your timidly intoxicated minds combined make the best of your situation; dirty wanton and thin liabilities telling her to go beyond and lick you into a scream.

She makes you gasp, “Oh, Ellie..” and cast your head against the wall. Balance falls from you, finding support in gripping her hair. It came on so fast—the sensations, the thrill. It changes you like desire transforms an angel. Her tongue challenges, and challenges, and it feels like a replacement for the alcohol you never consumed. It rushes your blood.

It convinces you as intended.

That climbing tension in your stomach was not long tolerated. Eventually, the lace seperating you and her became an obstacle in your mind. “Fucking hell.” You make a split-second revision, sacrificing your game of denial. “Go ahead,” you say, intriguing her to glance. “Just fuckin' eat me, please.”

Shaky exhales pierce her throat, and when your leg pivots out for her access, she has to suck the air right back in. “Jesus, babe.” A cocksure smile crosses her lips, and an even more sure thumb pulls the tongue of your panties aside. “Took you long enough.”

“Shut up.”

Ellie lingered under you for a second to take in the raw sight of you, a glistening, excited mess. It all backfired; all of your denying and teasing had potent effects on you—maybe, you more than her, leaving you at the grasp of your evasions but simultaneously on the chase after your wantings. Arousal throbs uncomfortably in your core without forgiveness, and you couldn't be more glad now that your most favorite girl in the world is beyond aching to relieve it.

“Yeah,” she scoffs. “Fuckin' wet.”

She kisses your cunt like a thankful prayer before you feel her tongue take the first, greedy, heady, long-drawn and self-indulgent lick of you. Her tongue swipes through, prodding the edge of your perineum and stroking up. Taking these savored laps of your slick and quirking her brows agreeingly. Bumping your clit mindlessly and making you shiver. Letting it pool and drip around her open mouth, so when she pulls away to show you her spit-strings of work, filthiness is what springs to mind.

Her bottom lip pulls through her teeth, cleaning up all your juices. Proudly. “Tastes so fuckin' worth it,” she whispers, and without a warning, she gets all up in it again. Forcing your legs even more apart with her head and her vigor, rolling those same aching circles into your clit and sending this delicious pricking down your calves.

“Yes—yes!” She ruins your voice. ”Just like that, good girl. Fuck..”

“'M' your good girl?”

“Y-yes, s-such a good.. mhh..”

Throat tight, lungs shallow, your words and your wails cannot catch up with each other. Despite the tipsiness, she is well fucking coordinated. In moments, there are faint, sloppy sounds of her licking you, giddy pressures of her fingers compressing parts of you, coercing you to come, right into her mouth. She makes you want to grab her head, and you do, roughhousing her into the neediness of your core.

“So good with that.” A treasured compliment from you speeds her up, having to tear her fingertips into the plump of your ass to keep her tendencies busy. Otherwise, they might end up somewhere on herself. “Fuckin' l-love you.. oh my god.”

Ellie flicks her tongue at an urgent pace, smacking your clit over and over, and directs her strangely ignited, northern-light eyes up, and they ask you wordlessly.

Are you close?

Mhm.

Fuck, babe.

Her eyes shut takenly.

A conversation of the eyes is all Ellie peered up for to impassion herself. Your legs clasp in, and she does nothing. She lets them. She invites them; rubs them, gropes them when your panties try to close her off. She glories in having your legs hug her, relying on her, inflicted by her. Even she, the product of all this pleasure, is shaky and involuntary, pushing on you as she tries to almost swallow you—swallow your pussy.

Then, she pictures that lace again in her mind, and she begins to beg.

“Please, please, please..” Having broken away to speak, she snaps back on you again, tugging and teething and exhausting the vibrations of her pathetic moans until you could feel them in your own. “Mhh, mhh, fuuck..” She makes out with your clit, wrapping her pretty pink lips and smilining so graciously; she knew this would kill you.

It does.

It faultlessly does. “Ellie, Ellie, Ellie..” Her perfect, practiced lips, which widen more when your hips twitch in overstimulation, get her where she wants. You arch into her, riding out your orgasm on her face, which she engages in. Winding her nose up and down until your cum lined each nostril, each lip corner, and made her smell like nothing but you.

Blissful indulgence, you say?

Definitely.

Ellie drags an unyielded lower lip up your slit, and one last time, whines into your sopping core. “Thank you, thank you, thank you..” Licking a final stripe as she emerges up from between your legs, tired-looking and red-cheeked, your thigh becomes her head's silky resting place. Acting like she went through trial and tribulation for this. She pants, “That was.. really amazing, huh? Yeah?”

You are responseless. Recovering? Overwhlemed? Dizzy in the eyes? None of those; you're only pondering what to do next with this bundle of limitless opportunity.

“Babe?” She jabs your thigh, foraging for attention.

As always.

“Hmm?”

Her hand molds into your hip, caressing slowly. “What now?”

Choices cross you quick. “Hmm, bath, probably.”

“Ooh, can I join?”

Always following after you.

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requesting ellie williams taking care of sick reader because i was just sick 😍

| a/n : hope ur feeling better !! writing this as i'm also sick so it fits | c/w : swearing bc it's ellie

ellie taking care of sick reader :

-her methods are just a little bit fumbly because she's just used to complaining a lot when she's sick but not really doing anything about it

-but of course it's different when it's you, everything is different when it's you

-you're tucked into bed and she's so sweet, telling you to let her know if there's anything she can do to make it better and you're like "anything?"

and ellie, ever the dutiful girlfriend, presses a kiss against your forehead and softly replies, "yeah, babe, anything."

-but then you're blinking at her and smiling and she knows what you want and she's trying not to roll her eyes and groan at you because honestly she had just gotten comfortable and of course you're going to request that she plays the guitar to soothe you to sleep or whatever the fuck

-she does it though obviously because she's sweet and she loves you, even if she huffs and puffs about it just a lil bit

-she'll insist on taking care of you, even despite your futile protests of not wanting her to get sick in turn. you might bicker for a little bit and allow ellie to stick around and help but she cannot get too close

-ellie follows the agreement for about ten minutes (longer than she thought she'd last tbh, go ellie) before her body is squished against yours in bed, her arms wrapped around you and her lips pressed against your skin

-if it's tlou universe, you might give her a hard time about being around you because you don't want to spread around whatever you have and she's just like "i'll be fine, i have a strong immune system" and you're like ugh ellie you're immune to cordyceps not the damn flu, or whatever you had caught, ellie was pretty sure you had gotten it from jesse. she heard him cough on patrol and side eyed him

-still ellie is stubborn and insists she'll be fine, she's been through worse

-when ellie inevitably gets sick though she's all "you got me sick" as if she hadn't been selfishly clinging to your feverish body at night

she felt a little guilty because she knew you didn't feel well but also jackson winters are so cold and you were so warm

-ellie's just so careful and gentle about it. how strongly she cares for the people close to her shines through in how she treats you when you're sick, even if it's just a cold

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