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infatuation - part 2

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delinquent!ellie williams x preppyfem!reader

smut, angst, & fluff

summary: in which being ellie's girlfriend causes some issues.

warnings: kissing, top!ellie, bottom!reader, daddy kink (mentions once), use of strap/clit stimulation (r!recieving), use of alcohol, physical fight/arguments, descriptions of injuries, men being weird and harassing r! (let me know if i miss any more necessary warnings ty baes)

contains smut!!!! minors, those under 18, do not interact/read this fanfic. 18+ only.

a/n: our fave delinquent joins us once again! ur welcome <3 as always, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

word count: 5,895

1:47pm - ellie <3: babe where are u? its been 10 mins and im starving.

1:49pm - you: sorry el ill only be a few minutes more! meeting got a lil busy 🥲

pressing send, you lock your phone and turn it down, not wanting to get any more distracted. you lift your head up and try to listen to the student-body president speaking about whatever current affairs were going on in campus, but you just couldn’t focus, your mind drifting to your short-tempered, green-eyed girlfriend.

it’s been almost a week since that night, the night you and ellie confessed your feelings to each other and it ending up with her devouring your pussy like an apple pie. you cross your legs, attempting to suppress the forming arousal. 

you’ve both been indulging in the ‘honeymoon’ stage of your relationship. relishing in the passion and lust you both share, constantly having your hands on each other and never being apart for too long. it’s been paradise, to say the least.

“—that concludes it for this week, everyone! meeting dismissed!” snapping out of your thoughts, you get up from your seat, packing up your bag and putting away your laptop. hearing your name being called, you turn and see cat, the president.

“what’s up, cat?” slinging your bag on your shoulder, you turn towards her. 

“so, apparently word on the street is that you’re dating ellie williams now? is that true?” her question catches you off guard. you weren’t aware that people were talking about you and ellie. was it really that weird? you didn’t think so. 

“yeah, so?” you snap, a little irritated by her sudden question. 

“nothing! don’t get me wrong, i’m happy for you and all, but—” cat pauses. 

“but?” 

“but just be careful, okay? she’s trouble.” cat gives you a sympathetic smile and pats your shoulder, before leaving you alone. 

that ticked you off. who the hell did she think she was? to ‘warn’ you like that? she didn’t know anything. no one knew anything about what you and ellie shared.

rushing out of the building, you felt someone's hand grab you by the arm, “who the fu—”

“woah there, tiger. relax. it’s just me, baby,” your eyes meet ellie’s and your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her in for a much-needed hug. 

“am i glad to see you,” you breathe out. ellie lets out a laugh and kisses your cheek, pulling away from you and searching your face. 

“you okay, babe? you look pissed.”

you hesitate to answer her, and you end up shaking your head, “it’s nothing, el. now c’mon, lets go get food before i actually explode.”

you drag her to the dining hall before she could protest, not wanting to worry her with your interaction with cat. if you made it known what cat said, she’d be raging, and you didn’t wanna cause any issues. besides, you had it all under control.

you and your girlfriend made it to the dining hall in no time, as it was a brief and brisk walk from the extracurriculars building. 

“i’ll get us food. you find us a table, yeah?” you nod and she retreats toward the hot-food bar. 

finding an empty table near the windows, you put your stuff down and take a seat. releasing a deep breath, in hopes of calming your nerves. 

you couldn’t help but wonder what people were saying or thinking when they saw you and ellie together. usually, you wouldn’t care what people thought of you, knowing their opinions of you only reflected their internal issues instead. but, you didn’t want people talking about ellie. 

yeah, sure, ellie did have a reputation around campus, but that was different. you wished you could just hide her away, protecting her from the vultures who wanted to prey on her. 

“they were serving some pasta with garlic bread babe, so got you that instead,” ellie plopped the tray down, “and i got you that sparkling water shit you liked, la-something.”

you giggled, “la croix.”

“oh, whatever,” she said, a dorky smile on her face. 

“thanks, baby, ‘preciate it!” you opened the styrofoam box and dug in. 

you and ellie made small talk, discussing things that were going on throughout the day. you talked to her about the organic chemistry test you passed today and the dad jokes professor peterson made, which she compared to joel’s. ellie talked about a project she has for her mechanical engineering class, and how she was invited to a party that she probably wasn’t gonna go to. 

laughing at a stupid joke she made, your eyes pick up on a familiar classmate staring at you and ellie. they lean into someone else, whispering something in their ear and the other person turns to look at both of you.

seeing red, you stood up from your seat, “can i help you?!” you yell at them, causing them to flinch and scurry away from the dining hall. everyone else stared at you in shock, the hall filling with unpleasant silence.

“c’mon, el. i wanna leave,” you pick up your bag, putting it on your shoulder. you pick up the trash and toss it in the landfill, hurrying out of the dining hall with ellie catching up to you, calling your name.

the frigid air hits you in the face as you both make it outside. 

“babe.”

with annoyance written all over your face, you keep walking. 

“babe, stop.”

your feet never slow down.

you hear ellie curse under her breath, and suddenly her hand grabs onto your arm, spinning you around to face her. 

“what the fuck was that back there?” she asks, her brows furrowing in worry.

you close your eyes, letting out a heavy sigh, before opening your eyes again, “earlier today cat asked me if we were together ‘cause she heard it going around campus,” you bite your lip anxiously before continuing, “of course, i said yes, and then she tells me ‘be careful, ellie is trouble’.”

you laugh, “like who does she think she is? to say that to me? about you?” you shake your head, “and then i got all in my head about what people thought about us and seeing those people stare at us in the dining hall— it made me mad, so i yelled at them.”

you didn’t say anything else, instead you watched for her reaction, preparing yourself for the worst. 

instead, ellie laughed. 

“you’re not mad?” you ask, completely puzzled by her unexpected response. 

“why would i be, princess? seems like you handled your shit,” she says, flashing an award-winning smile, “actually, i’m a little proud. you were feisty. i like it.” 

blush creeps onto your cheeks, and you break eye contact away from her, getting shy.

“yea, well i’m not gonna let anyone mess with what we have,” you let out begrudgingly, “and i’m still mad about what cat said.”

you stick your bottom lip out, pouting. ellie leans over and kisses your pout, then ruffles the top of your hair, forcing you to smack her hand away.

“don’t dwell on it too much, sweet girl. ‘kay?” ellie reassures, “cat and everyone else can think whatever they want. what matters is that we’re together, yeah?” 

you nod, and she leans down, pressing a kiss on your lips. 

wrapping her arm around your shoulder, you both continue walking. 

“how ‘bout we do something fun tonight? get your mind off things?” she suggests, squeezing your shoulder.

“like what?” 

“how does a party sound?” 

- 

“so, whose party is it again?”

“dunno, some friend of jesse’s and ellie’s. but you know how these parties go, the host never knows half the people who show up,” dina responds, brushing her dark hair with a paddlebrush. 

“i see,” you reply, focused on gluing down the false eyelash on your eye. once you finally get it, you give yourself a look of satisfaction, feeling confident. you check the time on your phone, your eyes widening.

“ellie and jesse will be here in any second, dina,” you warn, “are you ready?”

“just about.”

standing up, you slip on your black boots over your socks and check your outfit in the mirror — a little black dress with long-sleeves and boots. a classic. 

“hey! open up!” you hear ellie’s impatient voice, followed by pounding on the door. sighing, you unlock the door, swing it open and are greeted by the face of your girlfriend.

“did you really have to knock that loud?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. ellie completely disregards your attitude as she’s busy looking you over, drinking in how fucking stunning you look. 

ellie’s mind is consumed by thoughts of abandoning any plans of going to a party and bending you over your bed, with you crying out her name as she’s working on your sweet pus-

“ellie? hello?” you wave your hand over her face, her eyes glazed over as she appears in deep thought. 

“huh? sorry, you just look—” she swallows, “—gorgeous.”

flushing red, you look down, getting all shy once again. 

“thanks. you look amazing too, els,” you compliment her, your eyes combing over her. her hair is in its usual half-up half-down, and she’s in a button-up flannel with a white undershirt and dark jeans. her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, revealing the tattoo that you love so much.

“not as good as you though,” she smirks, her arms encircling your waist and pulling you into a hug as she presses a kiss to your cheek. her hands trail down from your waist to your hips and stop at your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. 

“you look so fucking sexy, i just wanna take you here right now,” she whispers in your ear, before pulling away from you and greeting dina, leaving you hot and flustered. 

exiting your room, you walk down the hall, hand in hand with ellie. 

“where’s jesse?” dina asks, walking beside you.

“downstairs in the car. dickhead didn’t wanna come outside ‘cus apparently it’s too cold,” the three of you laugh, following ellie as she leads you both to the curb. from a distance, you can see jesse in the driver's seat of his car. 

approaching his vehicle, ellie knocks on the window. as the car unlocks, dina gets in the passenger seat and ellie opens the door to the back, letting you in first and piling in behind you. 

the drive to the party was fun, with jesse’s spotify playing music to hype up the mood. the car was filled with laughter and jokes, everybody swapping stories about this and that. you took this opportunity to force ellie to take pictures with you; you took some cute selfies, some silly ones with you both doing weird faces, and a sweet one, with you smiling as ellie kisses your cheek. 

jesse’s car pulled up to the block of the house, parking his car a few houses down from the party. the house was alive and booming, with music being heard all the way down the street and people piling in and out.

entering the house, ellie took your hand in hers, not wanting you to get lost in the sea of people. the four of you end up in the kitchen of the home, where there weren’t too many people crowding around and where the music wasn’t as loud. there were numerous bowls filled with chips and snacks, and red solo cups located next to bottles and bottles of different types of liquor. 

“baby, jesse and i are gonna find our friend. i’ll be back with a drink for you, okay?” you nod, “call me if you need me.”

ellie and jesse depart, leaving you to your thoughts with dina at your side. dina was already sipping on a drink, bumping her head to the music. 

“you know,” dina begins, “i really like you and ellie together. think you guys make a good match.”

“really?” 

“yea, she needs someone like you, someone to keep her grounded and in check. you need someone like her, someone to remind you to loosen up every once in a while,” your cheeks heat up, and you laugh nervously. 

“thanks, dina. that means a lot to me, especially knowing you’re like, one of her best friends.” she smiles at you, “of course. i’m relieved she finally had the guts to tell you how she felt. was beginning to think she was never gonna do it.”

her response made you wonder how long ellie had feelings for you, and you began to put 2 and 2 together. it clicked in your head why ellie acted the way she acted before, she wanted your attention.

shortly after, ellie and jesse reappear next to you. 

ellie holds up a red cup, offering it to you, “it’s vodka and soda, actually, it’s like ½ a shot of vodka and a whole can of sprite.”

you smile graciously and take the cup from her, taking a sip and cringing from the aftertaste of the alcohol, evoking a laugh from your girlfriend.

“there’s barely any alcohol in there, how can you still taste it?” she sputters.

“you already know i don’t drink alcohol at all. m’not that used to the taste,” you respond, “but it’s still good, so i’ll keep it.”

she shakes her head at you, turning her head to all the sweaty, dancing strangers. 

“wanna dance with me?” ellie smirks, just wanting an excuse to feel your body pressed up against hers, possibly rubbing your ass against her crotch but that’s not the point. 

liquid courage in your veins, you nod eagerly. holding up a finger, you chug the cup and slam it on the counter, feeling a tiny bit tipsy. is the room spinning?

ellie chuckles and takes your hand, maneuvering you through the horde of people dancing around you. the song ‘promiscuous’ by nelly furtado blasts through the speakers. the warmth of ellie’s presence radiates behind you, her hands on your waist, you both begin to move your bodies to the rhythm of the music. 

“you look so beautiful tonight. have i told you that yet?” she murmurs in your ear, swaying your bodies to the beat of the music. 

“mm, only like a million times on the way here,” you giggle, feeling a little loopy from the drink. 

being close to ellie feels heavenly, her breath fanning the back of your neck, the scent of her cedar perfume wafting in your nose, and her hands roaming all over your figure. you grind your ass against her, taking her hands and leading them toward your hips. 

the song comes to a close and ellie interlaces your fingers with hers, leading you to a clear spot in the room. 

“i gotta piss, i’ll be back. wait for me here, ‘kay?” she disappears into the crowd and you lean against the wall, people-watching. 

dread fills you as you meet eyes with jacob anderson and see him head your way.

“didn’t think i’d ever see you at a party,” he greets, taking a sip out of his cup. 

“first time for everything,” you say bluntly, trying to ignore him in hopes that he’ll leave you alone.

“parties aren’t really your scene, though. you never wanted to come with me when i asked,” jacob complained. you narrow your eyes at him. how did you ever get with a guy as annoying as him?

“jacob, why are you really here?”

“to party, like everyone else.”

“you know what i mean.”

an arrogant smirk forms on jacob’s face, “you just never called me back. wanted to know why you ghosted me.”

“i don’t owe you an explanation for anything. we weren’t in a relationship, jacob,” you were fed up with him and you were sick of looking at his face. you restrained the temptation to smack that dumb baseball cap off his head.

attempting to get away from him, you walk away, but a firm grip on your waist inhibits you from doing so. 

“get off me, jacob!” you spit with venom in your voice. 

he doesn’t let go, “we used to have something good. come back to my dorm with me.”

before you can respond, jacob is suddenly shoved onto the floor, his drink splashing all over him.

“get your filthy fucking hands off her,” ellie appears by your side, protectively putting her arm around you. jacob’s eyes trail over you both, and he pauses for a second, the realization hitting him. 

“this is who you ditch me for? ellie fucking williams?” he lets out a laugh, “how cliché. the princess and the  bad girl together.” he gets up, brushing dirt off his clothes.

“yea, yea, we actually don’t really give a fuck, so you can take your leave”, ellie snaps, an irritated expression on her face, “before i beat your ass.”

this isn’t going to end well. 

he lets out another chortle, “wow, how impressive. think just ‘cause your uncle is the dean, you can just make whatever threats you want?” he gets closer to her, “i’ll have you know, my dad is a lawyer and i will sue you for everything you have if you lay a hand on me again.”

ellie rolls her eyes, “okay, we get it, you can’t fight.”

“says the girl who gets her uncle and daddy to bail her out of shit every time.”

“whatever, asshole,” she retorts, “just don’t touch my girlfriend, don’t look at my girlfriend, don’t breathe around my girlfriend—as a matter of fact, don’t even fucking think about my girlfriend.” 

“don’t have to worry ‘bout me, williams. your little girlfriend will have her fun with you and then toss you to the side like all the other guys,” he chuckles, “she’s known for being passed around.” 

ellie immediately lunges and punches him on the mouth, sending him to the ground. 

“ellie!” you yell out. rushing over her with dina, you both attempt to pry her off him. ellie’s on top, throwing punch after punch at jacob’s face, while he tries to grab at her neck to get her off him. he manages to flip them over and he’s on her, striking her in the face. 

a crowd begins to form around the two, people pulling their phones out to record the fight. 

“ellie. please, come on,” you try to persuade her, “he’s not worth it.”

jesse and a couple other guys managed to get jacob off her and hold him back. ellie gets on her feet again to charge at him, but not before you and dina get a grip on her.

“let go of me! i’m not done with this asshole just yet!” you struggle to restrain her.

“is that all you got, williams?” jacob provokes her. 

you look up at her, “els, please, let’s go,” you beg. 

looking down at you, her green eyes soften and with a heavy sigh, she reluctantly nods.

you take the lead and walk ahead of her, holding her hand as she trails behind you with dina and jesse following shortly after. the sound of jacob’s obnoxious voice heckling you fade away as you all exit out of the house. 

the tension was unbearable. ellie’s negative mood spread to everyone else, leaving all of you quiet and with your thoughts. you constantly checked up on her, watching to see if her demeanor would change, but it never did.

“we’ll go back to the dorms?” dina suggests in a light voice, attempting to alleviate the tension. 

“just drive me home, jess,” ellie’s face is irritated, “please.” 

jesse nods before unlocking his car, the four of you piling in. 

the drive was awkward, unlike the previous journey that occurred just an hour before. with the low sound of music filling the car, none of you spoke a word. 

ellie was evidently vexed, still annoyed she didn’t manage to get in a few extra punches before jacob was pulled off her. her fists continuously kept balling up and relaxing, the scowl never leaving her face. jesse and dina decided it was best to keep quiet, not wanting to irritate the auburn-haired girl any further.

you weren’t sure what to feel. there were numerous emotions you were feeling at once. a small part of you felt mad at her, knowing that she should’ve never started it in the first place. another part of you felt worried for her; it was hard not to after seeing the purple bruise on her cheek and the wound on the corner of her brow. however, a large part of you felt guilty and partially to blame for, since she started the fight to defend you. you were the reason she got hurt. 

jesse pulls up in front of ellie’s house, putting the car in park. she unlocks the car door and gets out without saying anything. 

you follow after her, shutting the car door. before you can continue, hear dina call out to you.

“you’re not coming back with me to campus?” she asks, the passenger side window rolled down. you shake your head.

“i’m gonna stay with her tonight. i don’t think she should be alone right now,” you mutter to dina and jesse. watching the brown-haired girl slowly limp towards the front door, your heart squeezes in your chest. you wanted to take her pain away. 

“i’ll probably be back in the morning, but i’ll be okay. i’ll be safe.” dina smiles.

“i know,” she says, “if there’s one thing i’m certain of about ellie, is that she’ll make sure you’re safe, especially when you’re with her.” 

dina and jesse both bid you goodnight, and you follow behind ellie. 

“is joel home?” you ask quietly. 

“no,” she answers, “he’s with my uncle tommy right now. probably gonna spend the night over there.”

you nod, following her inside her house after unlocking her door. she locks the door behind you, tossing her house keys in a decorative bowl on a table to the side.

“do you have a first aid kit?” 

“yea. upstairs in my bathroom.” her answers are short and to the point, making your stomach churn in anxiety. you’ve never really seen this side of ellie before — the serious, irate version of her. 

in silence, she leads the way up to the stairs and towards the door of her room, opening it and switching the light on.

entering ellie’s room was comparable to taking a peek inside her brain. 

the walls of her room were a cloudy gray adorned with posters of her favorite bands, artists, and her favorite movies. she had a computer gaming set up, with her engineering textbooks scattered on the desk. her bed was made and clean, with a few pieces of clothing scattered atop the olive green duvet. it was absolutely her space, and a small smile crept on your face, feeling fortunate to be one of the only people she allowed inside here.

there was a door left ajar to the side of her bed, and you can see from where you were standing that it was her bathroom. you rushed inside, flipping the light on and rummaging through her cabinets to see if there was anything you can find to tend to her injuries. 

crouching down to open a cabinet beneath the sink, your eyes light up at the sight of a white box with the red words ‘first aid’.

“come over here, els,” you demand, her frame sitting on the edge of her bed, “now, please.”

slowly, she picks herself off the bed and makes her way toward you. hopping up onto the counter of her sink, you open the kit and place it on your lap, her body appearing before you. 

dampening a piece of gauze with alcohol, you gently turn her face and begin to clean off the blood. she winces back, hissing softly.

“sorry,” you murmur. the silence between you was deafening, and it was hard to read exactly what the girl in front of you was feeling. 

“you know, babe,” you start, “you should’ve never started that fight tonight.” 

ellie narrows her eyes at you, “i don’t regret what i did. i’d jab that fucker in the mouth again, i don’t care.” 

“but, jacob was just trying to get a rise out of you,” you dab her cut with the gauze, “he’s stupid but— you— you should’ve never punched him.” 

she scoffs at you, “you seriously makin’ excuses for him right now?” 

fuming more than she was before, she takes her face from your hands, walking back into the bedroom. 

you sigh and hop down onto the floor, following after her. “that's not what i’m saying at all—”

“then what are you saying?” her tone aggravated, “‘cause i don’t give a fuck, that asshole deserved it.”

your heart squeezes in your chest looking at the face of the girl you love. even with the deep purple bruise and the small cut, she was still the most ethereal person you’ve ever laid your eyes on. 

“god, ellie,” you sigh, “i look at you and— with all the cuts and bruises on your face— i can’t help but feel like it’s my fault.”

your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip begins to wobble, sniffling, tears begin to stream down your face. 

“you got hurt because of me, els,” you weep, “i never, ever want you getting hurt. especially because of me.”

ellie’s entire demeanor softens. she rushes over to you, cupping your face in her hands.

“baby, this is nothing. just a couple of scratches,” she coos, “i’m okay. i promise.”

“but—” 

“i would never put myself in harm's way. promise.” ellie looks at you with adoration in her eyes. 

taking a seat on her bed, she drags your frame towards hers, sitting you down on her lap. her hands rub on the exposed skin of your thighs, occasionally stroking the flesh underneath the hem of your dress sending shivers up your spine. 

“i’m not good with this shit, opening up and all that,” ellie mutters, “but, i want you to know that i would do anything for you.” 

one of her hands comes up to your face, brushing away a stray hair and tucking it behind your ear, “anything.” 

“you just make me feel, i don’t know, like i’m invincible or some shit,” she laughs, “and just being with you and being lucky enough to call you mine, i just— always want to protect you. you’re this fucking amazing, unreal person and i just want to make sure nothing ever happens to you.”

you didn’t know if your heart was going to give out in your chest. you’d never imagine you’d be here, with ellie williams, her heart out in the open for you to keep and hold onto forever. it made you melt, knowing you had this person who was willing to go to great lengths to make sure you were okay. 

wrapping your arms around her neck, you lean in to press your lips against hers. 

“i love you, ellie williams,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against hers. a smile forms on her face, a hint of pink shading over her freckles. ellie’s heart exploded, she never thought she’d be in this position either, with the girl of her dreams telling her she loves her. 

“i love you, pretty girl,” she leans in, kissing you once more. it wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t dominating or controlling. the kiss was slow and savoring almost as if she never wanted it to end. 

your lips parted slightly, her tongue taking the opportunity to explore your mouth, the slight taste of alcohol still present. 

her hands took their time roaming your hips and ass, kneading and squeezing the soft, plump skin. pulling you on top of her to straddle her, the steady kiss swiftly turned intense. your mouths never separated, tongues fighting for control, evoking a muffled moan from ellie.

the sound of her moan was enough to arouse you, and you took this chance to push her back onto the plush fabric of her comforter. your lips parted from hers, leaving a trail of wet kisses from her jaw down to her neck. the faint notes of cedar and sandalwood on her skin were enough to drive you to insanity. 

your hands played with the hem of her shirt, and she lifted herself off the bed a bit to pull it off, leaving her in a black sports bra. your mouth continued making marks on her neck, scattering them all over her chest, eliciting a groan of pleasure from ellie. 

“fuck, baby,” she breathes out. 

you sit up on top of her, taking a moment to look over the girl beneath you. all red and flushed, covered with marks you created— reminding her that she was yours. 

“you look sexy as fuck on top of me right now, baby, goddamn,” she looks up at you in admiration, her hands roaming all over your body, going from the curves of your hips up to the hills of your breast. her burning touch against your body added to the ache building in your panties.

“i want you, els,” you tell her, lifting your dress off and tossing it to the side of her bed, “i want you, now.”

her eyes darken with lust, “yes, ma’am.”

she sits up, taking hold of your body to make sure you don’t fall, and flips you both over, with her taking the position on top of you. her hands make their way down to your panties, pushing them to the side and sliding her finger between your lips, covering them in your slick wetness. 

“this all for me?” she smirks, she brings up her finger towards her lips, sucking them clean. 

you nod pathetically, feeling all small and malleable underneath her, but you knew this is where you wanted to be. where you belonged.

“take those off and wait here. i got just the thing for a spoiled girl like you,” ellie crawls off you and retreats into her closet. you peel your panties off, putting them to the side and laying back down on the bed. ellie comes back out and your eyes widen when you see what she’s wearing.

a black strap. 

nervously, you gulp. 

“on all fours and ass up, baby,” she commands, and you oblige. turning around on your stomach, arching your back so your ass is curved upwards. you can feel the slight chill of the air hitting your exposed pussy. 

“you look so fucking good for me,” ellie’s hands bring your body closer, scooching you to the edge of the bed where she’s standing. she grabs the base of her strap, teasing your slit with the tip, inciting a whine from you. 

“please.” 

“please, what?” using the tip of the strap, she toys with the entrance of your pussy. slowly sliding it in between the lips, before completely pulling it out. 

“please, fuck me, ellie.”

“happy to, princess,” she pushes the strap deep inside you, eliciting a high-pitched moan from your lips. the strap fills you up completely and god, does it feel good.

ellie’s hands go to hold onto your hips as she begins to slowly thrust inside you, the curve of the strap rubbing deep against your pussy. she lets out a moan, the pressure, and friction of the strap rubbing against her clit in pure ecstasy. 

the rhythm of the thrusts begins to pick up the pace, letting out a mixture of moans from you and ellie. 

“oh my god, it feels so good,” you breathe out, drowning in the euphoric feeling of her strap hitting deep inside. 

“yeah?” ellie questions, “my cock feel good inside you, sweet girl?” 

“yes—” you let out a whimper, “feels s’good inside me. i love your cock, ellie.” your voice was incoherent, intoxicated by the feeling of her strap sliding in and out of you, painting it a thick white.

her hand wraps around the front of your neck, lifting your torso up off the bed with your back close against her body, her strap still keeping a rough and fast flow. the newfound angle drawing out yet another loud moan from you. 

with her hand still wrapped around your neck, she brings her lips to your ear, “you love my cock, baby? yeah? you love when i fuck you like this?”

“yes,” you choke out, “i love your cock. i love— i love you.”

ellie’s pace quickens, her need to make you finish driving her even further, “i fucking love you.”

her wrapped hand around your neck moves to your hair, gripping on it firmly as she pushes your head back into the mattress, returning you to your original position. 

ellie keeps her hold on your hair, pressing the side of your face onto the bed as she fucks you stupid. this feeling was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, pain mixed with pleasure. the average, vanilla sex you were used to couldn’t measure to what ellie was delivering. rough and nasty passion, sending you into a place of bliss. 

“i—” you hiccup, unable to speak words. her strap rubbing against the walls of your pussy nearly sent you over the edge, feeling like you could pass out. 

“hm, baby?” she mocks, “fucking you so good you can’t even think?”

you let out a meek whine in response, “good. love it when you’re like this. so fucking pathetic.” 

that familiar feeling of your orgasm bubbling begins to appear in your stomach, “oh my god, ellie—” you cry out, “about— to cum.” 

she doesn’t say anything, but instead keeps her pace consistent. the grip on your hair tightens, letting you know she’s about to finish as well. 

“fuck,” she curses, “cum— cum for me, angel.” ellie’s hand reaches down to your tender clit, rubbing it in slow circles. that was it. 

her strap hitting your spot combined with the synchronized circles on your clit sent you to heaven. you cried out to her, your pussy oozing a shiny white all over her strap, leaking down your thighs. 

“that’s it, baby,” she coaxes you out of your orgasm, “i got you. daddy’s got you.”

ellie pulls out of you, and your trembling legs send you collapsing on her bed. you turn and lay on your back, your chest heaving up and down, all exhausted and lightheaded.

a warm, damp towel cleans you up. ellie goes ahead and begins to help you put on a plain, black sleep shirt, putting your arms through the holes. 

“you can have this one,” she refers to her shirt, “looks cute on you.” 

“y’sure?” you ask, your eyes meeting hers as she appears at your side, still in her sports bra. 

“course. you’re my girl. what’s mine is yours.” 

you smile at her, and she gives you a gentle smile back, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling the covers over your bodies.

you turn over on your side and her arm wraps around your waist, your back pressing into her. 

“you know, i’m still kinda mad at you,” you murmur. she lets out a laugh and you can hear her smile. 

“yeah, i know. but you won’t be in the morning.” 

“i know.”

ellie presses a soft kiss into your shoulder, “let’s get some sleep, baby, yeah?”

“m’kay,” you mutter, “i love you, els.” 

“i love you, angel.” 

Playing around with scene coloring and lighting matching, and I ended up with a few snippets of Angsty Mexican Honeymoon. That last one is a much better version of a clip I used in my Beautiful Crime vid, so I'm pretty happy with how I've improved!

the world's greatest actor animatic for stanley pines :]

(song by Milk In The Microwave)

finally done with this!!! im not 100% happy with the final result but overall i like how it turned out :D this took about two weeks (?) of work with some breaks

Here’s the horror comic I drew for this year’s 24 hour comic day/48 hour comic weekend, called “The Night-Mother”.

Content warnings: miscarriage, child loss, violence, death, nudity

Guys. I've done it.

The animatic is finally here!!!! YAhooo!!

I really hope you like it. Took me something like two/three weeks on top of an insane amount of work, I don't know how I managed both-

If you want you can (re)watch it on Youtube! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mki1Vl3ylMM (yes this is self promotion)

longing for the coast... to fish...

When Your Number's Up, It's Time To SCREAM

I'm relistening to the Silver Scream album and this one is still such a banger. Spencer Charnas if you ever need a third--

i think daisy was just very unexpected for billy. DAISY JONES & THE SIX BY TAYLOR JENKINS REID

Wonwoo: Sharing is Caring but I Don’t Care

Anonymous asked: seeing these pictures of wonwoo… he really reminds me of a cat, soo, idk if youre gonna like this request, but can i request a fic with cat hybrid!wonwoo? something fluffy with a little bit of angst maybe? i dont really have a decent prompt, but maybe wonu having a typical cat behaviour until he starts to get jealous about smth?

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader (kinda sorta Mingyu x female reader too)

Genre/warnings: hybrid au, fluff but like angsty fluff

Word count: 5,418

Summary: All cat hybrids are different, but Wonwoo is exactly what you’d expect: reclusive, only wants attention for a limited amount of time, and slightly passive aggressive. You don’t mind, you love Wonwoo all the same. But he suddenly gets a lot more clingy after your best friend asks you to babysit the dog hybrid he’s fostering that seems to take a liking to you.

a/n: the pictures the anon is talking about are these and they ruined my l i f e. and there’s probably gonna be a part 2 because ya girl got carried away with ideas. also also uh i didn’t feel like changing the title from its wip title so i kept it dsjfhkds 

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Western Skies [The Masterlist]

Stunning cover art by @nobodys-baby-now 🩵

Summary:

It's the autumn of 1888 when you're rescued from certain drowning by a mysterious figure who shields his face behind a Stetson and a dingy kerchief...

You've lost everything when he hauls you out of the river and offers you a deal: Come and live with him, and he'll get you back to the East in the spring. All you have to do in exchange for protection and safety is care for his strange, silent child. The catch? You've been a widow for less than an hour, and your morals -- and his religion -- demand that you marry this irascible stranger. Today.

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[REAL] tinngun first kiss who else saw???

puppy love - modern!cregan stark x fem!reader

Summary: Searching for peace in a quiet town takes an unexpected turn when your neighbor’s dog decides you have to be his new best friend. One look at the neighbor and you’re totally fine with getting a two-for-one deal.

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language!

Word count: 2.5k

A large painting of a wolf pack hung over the fireplace. (Y/N) stared at it, biting her lip.  

She wasn’t even sure she knew how to light the damn fire.

Was this whole thing a bad idea? Trading in her modern King’s Landing studio for a tiny house in Winterfell? A big city girl in a small town. Yeah, she might’ve officially lost her mind.

“I hope it’s to your liking, dear,” came the sharp but grounding voice of Mrs. Glover, snapping her back to reality. The elderly landlady was already fastening her fur coat.

“It’s... cozy,” she replied with her best smile. Didn’t want to admit to herself that she was feeling wildly out of place.

“Good.” Mrs. Glover nodded, satisfied. “Now, remember, once the snow hits, you’ll need to keep that fireplace going. Northern frost is a bitch.” She placed the house keys on the small wooden table. “Rent’s due by the tenth.”

“I’ll remember,” (Y/N) said quickly. “Thanks again for lowering the price.”

Mrs. Glover waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t even mention it. I’m in a hurry to get to Essos, and these silly umbrella cocktails are calling my name.”

The old woman paused at the door. “You sure you can handle moving everything in on your own? I have to head out, but the Stark boy lives just across the street. Strong lad, good arms, I’m telling ya. Handsome, too. He’d help, if you ask nicely.” She winked. “If I were only a few decades younger…”

“All good, ma’am,” (Y/N) cut in, her face heating up. “I don’t have much. A few boxes, really.”

“Well, if you say so, Miss Independent. Good luck!”

With that, Mrs. Glover disappeared with a screech of tires in her flaming red car, leaving (Y/N) standing alone in front of her new home.  

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She could absolutely do this. She’d unpack before sundown, get settled, and everything would be fine. Better than fine, even. This place was going to be a fresh start. An escape from the Big Disaster, also known as her last relationship.

She’d find the meaning of life in the wild North or however that saying went.

She was currently standing in front of her open trunk, debating what to take first. And then something licked her hand.

Slowly, she turned her head, still not fully registering what was happening, and met the gaze of big brown eyes belonging to a fluffy creature as black as the night. A light pink tongue paused halfway, as if waiting for her reaction.

“Oh, gods,” she whispered, frozen in place. “Are you a dog or a wolf? Please, be a dog. A friendly one.”

Her new friend barked in response and rolled onto its back in the universal gesture of please love me.

“You’re a dog,” she sighed in relief, dropping to her knees to give him a good belly rub. “A boy, huh? A beautiful one. But where did you come from?”

Animals don’t talk apparently. The girl glanced around instead. She’d left the gate open, sure, but he had to come from somewhere.

The dog let out a low grumble, tail thumping against the ground. She scratched his head, laughing softly. After a few minutes, he got up, shook off the dust, and placed one paw on her car.

“I’m moving into this house,” she informed him, picking up one of the smaller boxes from the trunk. She liked talking to pets, even though they couldn’t offer much in the way of conversation. “I’ve got a lot to do, but after that, we could—”

And just like that, the dog vanished as suddenly as he’d appeared. (Y/N) stood there, blinking at the empty yard.

“Bye?” she called out, shaking her head in disbelief. He probably went home.

She continued unpacking, but on her third trip to the car, she saw him again, this time with a tennis ball clamped between his teeth. He had so much hope in his eyes.

“Do you want to play?” she asked, amused. The moment she said the magic word, his ears perked up in excitement. “Where are you even from?”

She should have been unpacking. She knew that. But how could she say no to a cutie like him?

“Good boy!” (Y/N) laughed as the dog leapt into the air and caught the ball in his mouth, mid-throw.

“Excuse me, is he harassing you, lady?” she suddenly heard a low, masculine voice behind her.

The dog dropped the ball from his mouth, adopting a tragic, martyr-like expression.

She spun around, heart pounding, and found herself face-to-face with a man who looked like a classic Northern lord from the past. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark, wild hair and a beard that framed a strong jaw. He had these gray eyes that were both piercing and soft.

“He’s mine,” the stranger explained with a half-smile, clearly catching her staring.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to steal him, just so you know” (Y/N) finally spoke up, cheeks flushing. “He just... showed up. With the ball. So, I thought…”

Her awkward explanation was interrupted by his laugh, loud and kind.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t think you were kidnapping him,” he said, hands in his pockets. “I was just making sure he wasn’t bothering you. He must’ve jumped the fence. I saw you two from across the street.”

Ah. The young Stark. 

“No, not at all,” she reassured him, finally getting her words in order. “He’s well-behaved. What’s his name?”

The dark cloud of fur came closer and laid at her feet, cementing their new alliance.

The man hesitated for a moment. (Y/N) looked at him expectantly.

“Frosty,” he finally mumbled, looking at the ground.

It was the girl’s turn to laugh.

“You named this huge black wolf-ass looking creature Frosty?” she asked, scratching the dog behind his ears. He was absolutely delighted.

“He likes the cold,” Stark offered with a small shrug, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And you are…?”

“(Y/N). I’d shake your hand, but I’m doing something important. Nice to meet you though.” 

“Cregan,” he said, placing a hand over his heart with a grin. “Nice to meet you too. Frosty’s obviously on cloud nine. He’s usually not that trusting. Friendly with other dogs, sure, but picky with people. You must be special.”

Her heart swelled at those words. What an honor.

“He’s my first friend in Winterfell.”

Cregan smiled and looked at her car, noticing the boxes still inside.

“So, renting from Mrs. Glover?”

“Yeah, I just moved in from King’s Landing today.”

“City girl, yeah?” He whistled, leaning against the side of the car with a thoughtful look. “You’ve come a long way. But hey, I’m not complaining. We’re neighbors now. I live across the street.”

(Y/N) flashed a smile. “I’m not complaining either.”

“Please feel welcome to ask if you ever need anything. I’ll give you my number, just in case.”

Smooth, Cregan, smooth.

Rolling up his sleeves, Cregan walked over and hefted the biggest box out of the trunk like it was nothing.

“Now, let’s help you with that.”

That old hag was right. He had good arms.

The Northern frost was, indeed, a bitch.

But the warmth of the fire, the soft couch beneath her, and Frosty’s massive, fluffy body draped across her lap made the afternoon bearable. (Y/N)’s hand had long since gone numb from petting the dog, but his fur was addictive.

Her phone suddenly rang, breaking the peace. Frosty, naturally, didn’t move a bit. Not even a nuclear explosion could wake him.

Sighing, (Y/N) reached for her phone on the table, already knowing who it was. 

Helaena Targaryen.

“How’s the grass-touching and vet-seducing going?” came Helaena’s voice, sugary sweet and teasing, before (Y/N) even had a chance to say hello.

“First of all, the grass is frozen solid,” (Y/N) shot back, shifting slightly to keep her lap from completely losing circulation. “And second, again. There is no seducing happening.”

“Sure, smarty-pants. And you’re totally not babysitting his dog right now.”

“I mean,” (Y/N) sighed with a reluctant smile. “said dog kind of invited himself here. And Cregan gave him a backpack full of snacks and toys, like he was dropping him off at daycare.”

He had also scolded him earlier for having dirty paws, saying that’s not how he raised him. The dog liked her, and she liked both him and his owner. Cregan turned out to be a veterinarian with a small clinic in town. He was working late today, so she had offered to look after his friend. Home office benefits.

Hel snorted loudly on the other end. “Oh my god, he’s ridiculous. I love it. By the way, I did a tarot reading for you,” she announced, suddenly taking on a serious and spiritual tone. “The message is clear. Go after Cregan, let him chop wood and start the fire in your—”

(Y/N) groaned, facepalming. “You’ve got to stop. I’m not ready for this. And he’s just kind.”

“Kind of having a crush on you. You’re still hurting after that Gwayne situation, aren’t you?”

The mention of his name made her feel sick. “It’s not about him. I’m just... done with dating for a while.”

“Well, he was a moron,” Helaena said bluntly, her tone shifting from teasing to fierce in a heartbeat. “For the record, we all stopped talking to him. Aemond wanted to beat him up, but I told him karma would do the job.”

(Y/N) winced, though she appreciated Targaryens’ loyalty. “I’m tired of men.”

“You’re not tired of men,” Helaena corrected her. “You’re tired of idiots. Is Cregan an idiot?”

She knew he wasn’t.

“Hey, if you don’t make a move, I will.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Kidding. But please, please, for the love of gods, make him chop some wood for you.”

A strange noise woke her up.

It sounded like something was scratching at the front door. (Y/N) rubbed her eyes, groaning as she crawled out from under the warm blanket. A quick glance at the digital clock. 5:58 a.m. The sun hadn’t even thought about rising yet. The scratching persisted.

“If this is some kind of monster, I swear I’m not in the mood,” she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep. Then came a familiar bark, and she frowned.

Frosty?

She cracked the door open, and sure enough, there on the porch stood Cregan’s dog, barely visible in the early morning gloom. Frosty barked again, hopped down the steps, and turned to look at her expectantly.

He wanted her to follow him.

“Hold on, buddy, let me grab my shoes,” she promised, her voice a mix of anxiety and sleepiness. She hurriedly slipped on her shoes, her mind racing. What if something had happened to Cregan? Was this a “dog leads the way to an emergency” situation? With a quick grab of her hoodie, she went after the dog. Frosty was checking over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping up.

In no time, they arrived at Cregan’s house. The door was slightly ajar, and her heart raced as she stepped inside.

“Cregan?” she called out hesitantly.

“Yeah?” came his voice from the right, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Cregan Stark stood by the kitchen counter, looking mildly confused with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. He was clad only in gray sweatpants, the silver wolf pendant around his neck glinting in the soft light.

“Are you okay?” she blurted out, still trying to catch her breath.

“Feeling great. Want some coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

(Y/N) pulled out a chair and plopped down, staring at Frosty, who was wagging his tail like he had just saved the day.

“Am I a joke to you?” Frosty tilted his head, giving her an innocent look. "He came to my door like some heroic rescue dog. I thought—” She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. “I thought something had happened to you. I figured you’d, I don’t know, passed out or something. I’m pretty sure I just aged ten years.”

Cregan cast a side glance at Frosty, lips twitching as he tried to keep a straight face. "Frosty, man, what’s the deal?” he asked the dog, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “This is not funny.”

“You really got that worried?” 

“Yes! And here you are, in perfect shape. Alive,” she muttered, her eyes trailing over his very much alive form, pausing on his very defined abs. “And half-naked. I might cry.”

That did it—Cregan turned away quickly, but she saw the grin he was trying to hide as he moved to make her coffee.

“Should I put on a shirt?” he asked, a little more serious now, glancing back over his shoulder. “If it bothers you.”

“No, you’ve got some nice muscles on your back,” she blurted out without thinking. Frosty rested his head on her knee, looking up at her with his big eyes. “And you,” she added, giving the dog a playful glare, “are lucky you’re cute.”

Cregan placed the mug in front of her.

“Thanks for the compliment,” he said with a smirk.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she replied, feeling the tension melt a little.

Cregan sat across from her, watching her for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You look good,” he said finally, sounding genuine. “Want some breakfast?”

Suddenly, it hit her. She was here, no makeup, hair a mess, and still in her pajama pants. She cringed, remembering her earlier comment about his fucking back.

“Uh, no, I’m good,” she mumbled, suddenly self-conscious.

“Dinner, then? Later. With me. I know a place. If you’d like, of course,” Cregan suggested quickly, his tone slightly tentative.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. Was he... blushing?

“Are you asking me out?”

He let out a soft laugh. “I’ve been trying to ask you out since the first time I saw you. Not sure if you noticed,” he admitted. Just then, Frosty went up to him and nudged the owner’s hand with his nose. “Oh, great, emotional support,” Cregan muttered, scratching the dog’s head affectionately.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he echoed, hopeful.

“Yes,” she affirmed, her heart racing. “Just let me know what time, and I’ll dress up.”

He flashed her that charming grin, but then his expression shifted. “I’ve got an appointment with a chihuahua that bites people. I’m actually not sure if I’m gonna make it.”

She liked him so much.

“Do you think it’d be alright if I kissed you before the date, Cregan?” 

“Oh, please do,” Stark replied, voice and expression desperate.

Without overthinking it, she ended up sitting on his lap, being kissed like there was no tomorrow. Held by the strongest pair of arms that were also so gentle.

Frosty placed an approving paw on Cregan’s leg.

Well done, human.

cue concurrent breakdowns in Avidya Forest

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