BUT LIKE Gracie Abrams Ate— Devoured, In Fact ! When She Wrote Us

bout to devour a soft boiled egg and soldiers

ELLIE IN EVERY SCENE 76/?

Hey yall uh,im a lil late but food is ready

★ go to town.

content warnings: smut, smut, smut. not for the weak. umm. you suck ellie’s strap, sooo... strap-on usage, graphic depictions of ( reader!giving ) oral sex, masturbation, orgasm, insane dirty talk from ellie. she, like, very much has a fantasy of having a penis, i guess? general mentions and graphic depictions of sex + just very strong language overall. 18+ MDNI.

word count: 4.3k

“SO PRETTY WHEN I’M IN YOUR THROAT, BABE.”

. . . .

what had started out as a few soft kisses—your girlfriend perched on the edge of the bed in just her sports bra and jeans, legs spread just enough to keep you close, the rough denim brushing your bare thighs—quickly turned into something else entirely. something heavier, more desperate. the air between you shifted with a jolt, thickening when she leaned up to press a quick kiss to your lips— then another. and another. you’d honestly expected nothing more than to press your lips to hers a couple of times, maybe smooth a loving hand over her jaw and through her hair, before disappearing into the bathroom to take the shower you had been looking forward to all day. some innocent kisses, that was all. but it seemed a few chaste pecks just weren’t going to cut it. it hadn’t taken you long to sense it—by the way her palms gripped your hips, long fingers smoothing over your hipbones as her tongue slipped into your mouth—that innocence wasn’t what ellie craved.

when you pulled away from the kiss and found her gaze again, you were met with the kind of transfixing glint that flickered in the mossiness of her irises and spiralled outward into the darkness of her pupils. without saying another word and barely even giving you enough time to take a breath, ellie pulled you back in—this kiss longer. deeper. her grip tightened on your hips for a moment before sliding down to squeeze and scoop at the fleshy roundness of your asscheeks.

the sound of her name twisted into the small gasp that climbed your throat and fell straight into her mouth, landing on her tongue as you felt it flick against yours again with that same feather-light touch. “gotta go shower…” you managed to whisper. ellie broke the kiss, only to press her lips to the corner of your mouth and trail slow, deliberate kisses across your cheek to your ear.

“mm-mm,” you felt her shake her head slightly against the side of your face, hands pulling you closer, until there was no space left. “stay…”

“come on, els...” you were putting up a terrible fight—honestly, it was pathetic. any tiny morsel of resolve that may have sprouted from your desire to step into a warm shower after being on your feet all day had withered immediately when you felt the warmth of your girlfriend’s lips graze against the curve of your earlobe. “...water’s on…”

“so let it run,” her voice poured into your ear, thick and syrupy. “…need you here.”

your eyes fell closed as she spoke, as she touched you. you gripped her shoulders, trying to steady yourself against the intensity of her hold. any time she alluded to wanting you first— with words that teetered on the edge of desperation, laced with such faux-submissive admittance—you became putty in her hands, and she knew it. that’s exactly why she did it. the only way she’d let you disappear into that bathroom was when she was finished with you—preferably with her in tow. but right now, she had you exactly where she wanted you, and you weren’t about to fight her off—not even if you tried.

“…need you on my cock.”

it wasn’t every day that ellie used her strap on you. she usually favoured fingering you— multiple fingers, knuckle deep in your pussy—until you were writhing around on the bed beneath her, the aftermath of your multiple orgasms spilling between the intricate ink on her forearm. but, on the days she chose to switch things up, she always referred to it as her cock. you loved it— the term always felt so rare, almost forbidden and charged with such explicit undertones that it made your skin prickle. her cock, as if the silicone toy was a part of her, connected to every nerve ending, every pleasure receptor. but ellie didn’t want you to be fooled—her inconsistency was never a sign of indifference, of disinterest. she loved being inside you; watching your folds envelop her length like it was made for you, your cunt swallowing every inch of it, right down to the base, greedy for the feeling of being stuffed full of her. and as the words left her lips, warmth bloomed in your lower tummy, a familiar tightness radiating in your clit.

the shadow of a smile pulled at your lips, barely visible as you chewed on the inside of your cheek. “but, my shower…” you turned your head slightly, the faint sound of running water hitting the tile creeping into the bedroom. honestly, the shower was now a half-formed thought compared to what ellie had just planted in your head, but your girlfriend didn’t need to know that. there you stood, in nothing but your underwear and a teasing smile, feigning interest in steam and suds while every nerve in your body was tuned to her. you threaded your fingers into the back of her hair, combing the strands through your digits and pressing a gentle kiss to the only part of her forehead you could reach.

“mm-mm. shower can wait,” she mumbled into your neck, her lips leaving open-mouthed kisses against your pulse point. she could feel it thumping against the thin skin, and this made her laugh wickedly against you. “yeah, you know as well as i do that this shower can wait.” she repeated, pulling away to look up at you while giving your ass a light slap. she smiled in response to the definitive grin that eventually settled on your lips, then moved one hand to grip your wrist in one fluid motion to stop you sliding your thumb inside the band of your underwear. “hold on,” she breathed. “will fuck you— want to fuck you— god, gonna make you feel so good—”

“—but...?” you probed her to finish, desperate to know what she was getting at, and that was the only time that she took a moment from her rambling to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts with a small sigh. then, she found your gaze again through her lashes.

“…but. i wanna put it in your mouth, first.”

her words hit low, hot enough to burn a hole straight through your lower stomach. your tongue flicked out to wet your bottom lip, and you swallowed hard, trying to soothe the scratchiness that was suddenly in your throat. to smother that feeling that bubbled amongst your insides. not nerves— you weren’t nervous. this was deeper, more raw. like adrenaline tangled with lust—fascination set on fire. but you weren’t going to let that show. instead, you simply tilted your head raised an eyebrow. “you do?”

ellie nodded slowly. “fuck, baby, you don’t know how badly i want to. know you’ll look so pretty…” she blinked up at you. “…think about it all the time.”

you couldn’t help but grin at that, teeth on full show as you nodded back at her. it only took four simple words to tip the moment into something heavier— “shower can definitely wait.", and you swore you had never seen that girl move faster— like your instructions had snapped the last thread of her mental restraint, or what was left of it. she stretched over the entire length of the mattress, her movements swift but purposeful, and you watched as she rummaged blindly through the bottom drawer of her bedside table before retrieving her strap-on— six inches of smooth, electric blue silicone that you swore almost glowed in the dimly lit room.

she rose from the bed, yanking off her jeans and plaid briefs quicker than you could really process, before stepping into the harness and adjusting it to fit comfortably around her hips and upper thighs. you watched, mesmerised, gaze lingering over every part of her. sure, you’d seen her do this before, but there was something about this particular instance that made your pulse pick up against your neck up all over again. perhaps it was the way the warm bathroom light trickled through the crack in the door, mingling with the steamy heat of the shower. or maybe it was just the way she was moving— a raw confidence in every extension of her limbs, every subtle shift of her feet, her body taut with anticipation. perhaps it was both of those things— perhaps it was neither. or maybe it was simply because you knew you were about to have your girlfriend’s cock in your mouth for the first time ever, and frankly, you couldn’t wait.

she had barely even made a dent in the mattress when you lowered yourself to the floor in front of her. ellie tilted her chin slightly, gaze fixed on you unapologetically while her tongue rolled against the inside of her cheek, drinking in the way you looked— so pretty, so ready for her. reaching a hand out, she pushed your hair from your forehead, the pad of her thumb smoothing over the soft skin. “is this okay?” she questioned, her voice low, barely above a whisper. even in moments like this — when she was so turned on she could barely catch her breath, arousal already threatening to pour out of her, she always wanted to make sure you were comfortable. raising an eyebrow as you nodded, ellie mirrored your movements. “yeah? and you’re okay?”

you shuffled a little closer on your knees, eyes locked on hers the whole time. “mm-hm. are you?” you teased, and jesus fuck, she was sure she had never been more okay with something in her entire life. you were a picture before her, pupils blown wide as your gaze flickered between her face and her cock. you looked so pretty and eager, she felt like she might burst. the light from the bedside table behind her cast a soft shadow across your face—the length of her cock stretching in silhouette over your chin, your lips, your nose—and the sight made her chuckle.

she eased back onto the bed, resting on her elbows, eyes never leaving you. she didn’t want to miss a thing. “go ahead, baby. go to town.”

and that was exactly what you planned to do. you took a breath, breaking eye contact for only a split second as you leaned in, letting the tip of your nose brush against her, then locking eyes with her again. you didn’t waste much time, licking a slow stripe from the middle of her cock and dragging it upward before encircling the wet muscle around the head. you did this once, twice, three times, your eyes never leaving ellie’s— watching as hers darkened at the sight of you.

she huffed, extending an arm to gather your hair in one hand, keeping it out of your face while muttering something about how she “knew you’d look so fucking hot like this”. you pulled back just a hair’s breadth before opening your mouth more, and enveloping the full upper third of her cock between your lips.

you took her deeper, humming in quiet surprise when you felt the tip of the strap skim the back of your throat already. pausing for a moment, you allowed your mouth to adjust around her before continuing, eyes never leaving ellie’s face— studying it. she was transfixed, watching as everything she’d fantasised about over and over again unfolded right in front of her. her grip tightened around your hair, the other fisting an abundance of the duvet beside her, and as you pulled yourself back, lips still enclosed around her, she spoke again, “that’s right, baby. do it just like that...”.

the praise sent heat spiraling through you, your cunt beginning to expel the wetness it had been trying so hard to keep in—arousal now shamelessly pooling in your underwear. her words just spurred you on further, just as she knew they would, and you sank back down again, taking even more of her into your mouth this time.

she was big—you knew that already from those few times she’d been inside you, but this was something else entirely. you could feel yourself starting to drool, saliva so apparent in your mouth that you weren’t surprised when began to trickle down your chin, wetting ellie’s dick in the process. you continued like that for a minute longer; letting her control the tension, letting her watch, secretly loving the way she kept gathering and re-gathering your hair in her hand as if she was frightened to miss a single second, before finally pulling back.

she slipped from your mouth with a soft pop, your jaw aching and the back of your hand coming up to wipe your chin. ellie exhaled, eyes fixed on your mouth before flicking up to find yours. “that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever fucking seen,” she whispered after a second, breathless and releasing your hair just to gently brush it back over your shoulders with the lightest touch. “view alone’s enough to make me cum...”

the ache between your legs was becoming impossible to ignore, leaving you with nothing to do but chew your lip in response. even though ellie wasn’t able to feel it—not in the way this little charade was mimicking, anyway—her reactions told a different story. the way her jaw clenched, fingers strangling the sheets, how her breath hitched when you swirled your tongue around the silicone tip like it was real. it was all so convincing—so much so, that it made your head spin. as if every motion, every hollow of your cheeks sent waves of pleasure through her body. you both knew it was all in her head, but fuck, somehow that only made it hotter. ellie’s brain couldn't seem to decipher between your mouth working the cool silicone of her strap, and your mouth on her—each time you sank lower, the base of her strap nudging her swollen clit, her hips twitched in response. it was clear to you that your few minutes of light work had her teetering on the edge already.

you watched her from beneath your lashes as you leaned down and whispered, flush against her cock, “hmmm—love having you in my mouth, els.”.

she chuckled lowly at that, chest rising and falling slowly, but still charged with undeniable urgency. she twirled a piece of your hair lazily around her finger, her other arm propping her up on one elbow. “yeah? knew you would. knew you’d be so good at it, too.”

the way she said it—so casually commanding—sent another throb of heat straight to your clit. you were surprised you weren't dripping onto the floor— shit, maybe you were. the tip of your tongue teased the underside of her now, slow but oh so deliberate, and you whispered again, “mm-hm. s’making me so wet...” you glanced up at her. “...wanna touch myself.”

ellie's eyes darkened immediately, and you felt her fingers tightening in your hair, sliding up to grip a handful from the back of your skull, enough to make your scalp sting. she pulled your head back just a little, gentle but firm, and her voice followed lowly. “oh my god.” she tried her hardest not to smile, head tipping to the side as she watched as your hand already began reaching for the space between your legs. “well, don’t let me stop you. know you’re desperate. show me what you do when you think i’m not around.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, hand slipping into the band of your underwear in one fluid motion. a long sigh left your lips as the pads of your fingers began working against your slick clit in tight, desperate circles, your head falling back very slightly.

ellie’s eyes darted between your face and the space between your legs where your fingers disappeared— just hidden enough to drive her crazy; too dark to see as much as she wanted to, and god, she wanted to. her hand didn’t leave your hair, guiding you back down almost immediately. she moved her cock toward your mouth, coaxing rather than demanding, and the tip brushed your bottom lip. you opened for her without hesitation, a needy sound slipping from you—a hybrid of a whimper and a plea—something ellie couldn’t quite place, but which made her jaw tense and her walls clench. you took her back into your mouth, inch by inch—then deeper down your throat, little by little, fingers still relieving your swollen clit.

you moaned around her, and the low vibration travelled through the silicone and brushed against her clit. the unexpected jolt of pleasure made ellie’s breath catch in her throat, eyebrows furrowing. “ohmyfucking—” her free hand flew straight to her mouth, teeth sinking into her knuckle immediately as she curled it between her lips. somewhere amid the wet sounds of spit around her cock and the sight of your fingers buried between your thighs, ellie was sure she was about to pass out. she kept herself propped up with sheer muscle alone, abs burning, arms trembling, but she was so desperate to keep watching you she didn’t care about the pain, she could not stop watching— would not. not when you looked like that.

her breath was shallow, teeth still biting into her knuckle as she watched you; the way you had begun whining around her, how your hips twitched, and the rhythmic dips of your hand between your legs picked up every time your mouth slid back down on her cock... were you—shit, you were. you were fucking yourself. she just knew, and god, was it a sight to behold. “so pretty when i’m in your throat, babe,” she breathed, hand dropping from her mouth as she propped herself up again on her elbow. “so sexy when you fuck yourself for me. mouth full of my cock, fingers in your pussy— god, that’s it, baby. that’s it, love makin’ me feel good, hmm?” she tilted her head to get a better look as you continued, her mouth falling open at the sight of you. “oh, fuck. wish i could cum for you, wish i could pull out and cum all over that pretty face.”

ellie wasn’t even entirely sure if she was talking for your sake or hers, anymore— either way, she couldn’t stop. she didn’t even know if she was making sense. she just knew that it was getting her off, and that it was definitely getting you off, basking in the moans that left you as she spoke.

your fingers were now pistoning in and out of your hole, so much so that both you and ellie could hear the squelching that was coming from your movements as you chased your release. you were so close— ellie could feel it, could see it in the way you were barely holding onto eye contact, your desperate sounds of an imminent orgasm vibrating against her cock. you pulled back from her, far enough to take a breath, but close enough to keep the ribbons of spit that stretched between the two of you intact, and gasped. “ohmy—god, gonna—gonnafuckingcum.”

ellie’s grip on your hair tightened, her fingers pressing deeper into your scalp. “fuck, yeah. lean back for me, let me see you.” her voice was caught somewhere between a command and a plea, but you did as she said and immediately shifed your weight from your knees to your heels. you leaned back just enough that your thighs spread wider, and the space between them finally became visible to your girlfriend. with your free hand, you hooked a finger around the edge of your cotton underwear and pulled them aside to reveal all. as if she didn’t think she could get any hornier, that action alone and the sight of your glistening pussy earned both a heavy sigh and a desperate moan from ellie— one she had no interest in covering up. “oooh— there she is,” the girl leaned forward, getting as close to you as she could without actually joining you on the floor. her eyes found yours, and that was where they stayed, dark and expectant. “go on, baby. keep going, don’t fucking stop. wanna watch you cum just like this.”

you didn't stop—couldn’t. even if you’d tried. your fingers moved faster now, curled, and slippery, and frantic, hitting that spongey spot that ellie had taught you to find. her voice didn’t let up, but instead pushed you further, right into the cusp of that white-hot edge. “oh my god, you’re so close. aren’t you?” “y-yes!” “yeah,” she murmured, eyes flicking between your cunt and your face, savouring it all. “god, wanna put my hands on you so bad. wanna put my cock in you so bad, make you cum again— all over it, baby.”

a smile spread over her face as she saw the effect her words had on you—well, the ones that weren’t getting lost in the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind. your moans climbed higher, getting breathier by the second as your head lolled backwards and forwards in a pathetic attempt at a nod. your hips stuttered against your fingers, walls clenching and the pressure tightening more and more in your stomach. ellie stared, like you might vanish altogether if she blinked, her chin propped in her hand and hips rocking against the weight of her strap at that perfect angle as she braced herself for what was about to come— literally.

and then it hit. your eyes clung onto ellie’s for as long as they could before rolling back into your head as your climax ripped through you. they squeezed shut, body trembling and breath catching on a long moan as your fingers continued to pump in and out of your quivering hole, which tightened with every stroke. ellie’s hips continued to buck, almost uncontrollably now, against her cock as she watched you cum, her own eyelids turning heavy as the long orgasm washed over you. you were gorgeous; the slightest sheen of sweat covered your forehead, chin still slick with spit, face flushed, and she could see the wetness that covered your fingers every time they caught the light.

the sight of you alone was enough to tip her over the edge, clit pulsating with every small brush of her strap as she fucked against it now. that alone was enough to send her hurtling into her own orgasm, which presented itself in a mess of frantic hip movements and heavy moans, most of which were sucked through gritted teeth. “shit— oh, fuck!”

your body crumpled with the weight of your orgasm, fingers slipping from between your legs as aftershocks rolled through your body in supersonic waves. every nerve was raw, and you let yourself slump forwards to lean the side of your face against ellie’s knee. the sight made her laugh through ragged breaths, and she watched your thighs twitch and listened intently as the small noises of relief and post-orgasm bliss left you.

“jesus christ,” she muttered through another laugh, her voice hoarse. she combed her fingers through your hair, unsticking the strands from your face and tilting her head to look at you. “hey, pretty. you alive in there?”

you nodded slowly, eyes peeling open to look up at her; lids heavy, rendering her a hazy, pulsating mass before your vision finally adjusted to her gorgeous features properly. “just about.” a breathless laugh left your lips, and you watched ellie’s mouth twitch in response. her long fingers continued to rake across your temple and through your hair, so gentle that it almost distracted from the shit-eating grin that had spread itself over her face. “good. glad i didn’t kill you before i got to fuck you again,” she wrinkled her nose. “kind of a mood killer.”

your eyes widened for a second, and you slowly lifted your head from her knee to look at her vertically now. “romantic,” you whispered, eyebrows furrowing as she slid her hand into yours, and you realised she had meant everything she just said. “babe, you’re serious?”

this earned an utterly casual shrug from the girl. “dead serious.” she rose from the bed, harness still secured around her waist, and helped haul you upright until you were on your feet— albeit on shaky legs. “but, if you’re too fucked out... i can always just shower with you. wash your hair, get between your thighs...” she lowered her chin. “...try real hard not to slip inside you.”

you exhaled, biting your lip; ellie’s eyes dropped, catching the movement— an undeniable tell. she grinned even wider. “see? you’re thinking about it, i know you are.” and her smartass tone of voice made you roll your eyes.

“ellie, i’m half a person right now—” you stopped yourself, still gripping onto her hand with a small smile. “—actually, not even half. a third, at most— and you expect me to go again?”

ellie’s eyes trailed over your face, checking for any signs of real doubt, but she was sure she knew you better than that. “can carry you. if you want?” she dipped her head into the valley between your jaw and your collarbone, peppering small, open-mouthed kisses to the skin that was still a little flushed from your orgasm.

“tempting, for sure.”

she pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes, free hand splayed across your stomach now and the side of her pinky just barely brushing the lace hem of your underwear— still tugged aside, still noticeably damp with your arousal. you inhaled, and ellie noticed, her pupils blown wider. “you’re still so wet, babe. just kinda feels like a waste, mm?”

this comment earned a genuine laugh from you, head falling back for a second as you feigned a groan of hardship — as if having your girlfriend inside you properly beneath a deliciously hot shower would really be such a chore. “okay, fine. but if i fall,” you pointed a finger at her. “it’s on you.”

ellie glanced over her shoulder, already leading you into the steamy bathroom as she spoke. “then fall, babe. i’ll catch you,” she laughed, her gremlin charm working its way out of the cracks as she spoke again. “and maybe— if you’re lucky— i’ll let you land on my cock.”

author’s note: screamsandcries. *insert homophobic dog meme here* i have something extremely homophobic to say!!! no, but... um...what the helly? to be so fucking for real for a sec, this was so unhinged for a 2nd post? i’m actually so sorry? *pulls the mic down* so, i wanna say a sincere sorry to my christian grandmother, but a big, fat, wet you’re welcome to YOU. because you have just been FED! umm. hi! *whispers* this is one of my biggest fantasies icl…. wait? i’ve been here for like 2 weeks (?) and i’m already outing myself... cut the cameras. deadass. oh, also! really quick! thank you endlessly for your kind words and the love you have shown me since being back :( tbh, i was so scared to return to tumblr (more specifically the tlou community) but you guys have reminded me how fun this place can beeee! so thank u sm ♡ okieee, bye for now! hope u loved this, + hope to see u soon!!!

dealer!ellie calling accidentally you babe for the first time and then it becomes a reoccurring thing because OOOOF

u guys are killing me

u said u wanted requests for blurbs so ermmm

how about reader comforting ellie after she's had a shitty/stressful day? like cuddling, kissing, massages, etc. all that fluffy stuff? (modern au or just tlou universe in jackson is fine)

heyyy thank you for this sweet request! i wrote it to be vague, so it can be taken as being part of any universe <3

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: ellie x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* content: sfw, mention of weed. pure fluff

*･゜ﾟ･* length: 0.8k

passing the threshold of the door, your gaze falls on an empty room. that was unusual; normally, your girlfriend was always there to greet you. she’d plant a kiss on you before you had time to compute, peppered smooches along your cheek as she questioned how your day had been.

you shuck your jacket and shoes off, dropping your bag to one side and allowing the door to gently shut behind you. you take a few steps forward, calling out a soft, “hello?”

“hey,” comes your unenthusiastic reply, ellie’s voice muffled through the bathroom door. “sorry. won’t be long.”

your heart falls a little at her tone of voice, a pang of worry in your stomach. still, you try your best to not let it eat at you, flipping a movie from her DVD collection on and settling yourself atop the bed.

ellie emerges a few long moments later, dressed comfortably, choppy strands of hair falling damp around her face. she sniffs before plopping down at the side of you, rubbing at her eye.

knowing something’s not quite right, you sidle up slowly, placing a kiss on her clothed shoulder before resting your chin there. upon examining her profile, she looks exhausted; face drained of color, heavy purple setting in underneath her eyes.

“you okay?” you ask gingerly, arm wrapping around hers.

she turns to meet your eyes, offering a slow blink and half-hearted nod in response. you know her, and you know that means, ‘no, but i don’t really want to talk about it.’

so, you readjust yourself, outstretch an arm as you gesture your head. she nods again, letting out a breath as she sinks down onto your chest. you were always like that — communicating without words. they weren’t necessary all of the time. she knew what you needed, you knew what she needed.

your legs part, allowing ellie to properly make herself comfortable. the top half of her drapes over you, your hand automatically snaking down the back of her hoodie. she lets out a tiny, content hum as your fingertips smooth over her skin, nails catching soothingly.

“you shouldn’t sleep with wet hair,” you tease gently, free hand picking up a tendril and rolling it between a thumb and forefinger. “you’ll get a cold.”

ellie lets out a light grunt, looking up at an angle. “nu-uh. that’s an old wive’s tale.”

you pull a face. “must have come from somewhere.”

“somewhere stupid,” she murmurs, wrapping her arm further around you and burying the bottom half of her face into your sweater. you chuckle, moving your hand from her hair to stroke at her temple.

a quiet beat passes, your girlfriend’s eyes falling shut at the languid movement, before you carefully break it. you didn’t want to push her, but it was eating at you. “you sure you’re alright?”

she draws out another breath, shuffling slightly. “mm-hmm. just… had a really shitty day.”

humming sympathetically, you shift your hand from her face, giving her cheek a final brush on the way out. her brow furrows a little at the loss of contact, puppy eyes half-opening to question it until you move lower. your fingers find the hem of her hoodie, tugging it upwards alongside the t-shirt underneath.

“trying to get me while i’m sad, huh?” she smirks, tired eyes lacking their usual spark.

you tut, eyes rolling fondly. “trying to get at your back, idiot.”

“you’ll try anything,” she jokes quietly, sitting up a little and half-undressing herself before returning to her original position. your fingers easily find the smooth expanse of skin, ellie fidgeting as she recalls how she was laid.

you stay like that in comfortable silence, allowing both of your breathings to slow as you caress and scratch over her back. the movie falls thoroughly forgotten, your concentration on the way ellie’s heart beats steadily into your body, the way she twitches when you prod gently at a sore spot between her shoulder blades.

“love you.” you didn’t particularly mean to say it out loud, but you were thinking it compulsively. you always did.

she squeezes you a little in response, lifting her head up and pecking the side of your mouth. “love you the most.”

your eyes meet hers, holding the contact. she’d always had a way of looking at you, even when you first met. she looked at you like she saw you, was taking in every detail she could. maybe somehow knew things about you even you didn’t yet.

you lean in, capturing her lips properly. it’s gentle, languid — comfortable as your mouths move against one another, her hand coming up to rest at your jaw.

giving her a final peck before pulling back, you rest your forehead on hers. you run a hand through the side of her hair, voice quiet with an amused smile. “wanna get high and make out for, like… several hours?”

she perks up at that.

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Ellie and Joel <3

ellie and her strap will be yours tonight

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER ✶ ft. bbf!ellie williams. prequel to this.

cw. smut, nsfw, angst if you close your eyes and look away, fingering(r!receiving), dryhumping, reader is intoxicated but it’s all consensual, mentions of a man, gin slander lol, modern au, afab!reader and fem reader. wc. 5.2k(what the helly???) note. the plot was lost halfway through so it’s just basically smut mixed with nonsense…i’m really sorry :/

the music felt way too overbearing; mixed with the alcohol you’ve consumed over the past hour or so it all felt way too heavy—almost suffocating. bittersweet clung to your tongue, sharp and herbal, the aftertaste of gin curling at the back of your throat like smoke. dry. piney. something bitter underneath, like citrus peel left to burn.

you hated gin. you only drank it because it was the first thing that was handed to you.

pushed into the far corner of your kitchen, your clothes felt too tight, and your shoes didn’t fit right. you knew they didn’t. it wasn’t because you were overwhelmed and on the verge of a breakdown, it was because they were a size too small. you wore them because they looked good with your outfit, thinking you might’ve at least gotten one compliment about it. but no. not a single person mentioned to you how your shoes looked like they were personally customized for the outfit.

you weren’t mad, or annoyed for that matter. people came here to party and not to tell you that your ass looked fantastic, and your boobs sat so perfectly they might not be real.

none of that mattered really, at all even.

you’re sweating. you feel the cup in your hand feel slippery against the softness of your palm, it might fall to the floor and ruin those shoes you should really get rid of because they don’t fit. these fucking shoes.

it wasn’t even about them. it never was. you’re just pissed they don’t fit you the only time you decided to wear them. and you were pissed because she was talking to her and not you.

it wasn't jealousy.

it wasn’t.

you were just upset. that’s all. upset because she’s been hitting on you for at least two years now and now she was talking to someone that wasn’t you.

you had no right to be jealous. you turn ellie down every time she says anything remotely suggestive, you don’t let her get anywhere pass a flirty comment, maybe two or three more get by, but that’s all.

you don’t like ellie. i mean how could you?

(but it really was more like who doesn’t? ellie was pretty, gorgeous even. with her stupid freckles, green eyes that shine so brightly under the sun of dawn. the light over her face and those freckles. and her hair, it was so pretty, soft with the most addicting smell. every single fucking time you look at her you feel unwell. this sickening feeling in your stomach, it aches.

you have no good reason to turn her down, you do it because you’re confused about why a girl like her likes you.

you‘re clumsy, anxious, you let your mouth run when you shouldn’t. you talk back when enough's been said. your comebacks are snarky. you know you shouldn’t speak, but your mouth moves anyway—quick and defensive. regret always comes later. you feel as if there isn’t much to look at if you look at a mirror.

but that’s the thing that ellie likes the most. you’re different. not in the ‘i’m not like other girls’ kind of way—but in the way you flinch when you laugh, the way you don’t know what to do with your hands. in the way she notices. she doesn’t say anything, but she sees you.

but that’s what pisses you off the most.

because ellie doesn’t like you in spite of those things. she likes you because of them.

she likes the way you get flustered when you’re cornered. she likes when you talk back. when your voice shakes, but you say it anyway. she likes how your mouth runs when it shouldn’t. how you can never just leave things alone. she likes that you’re messy, and mouthy, and unsure of yourself. and maybe that’s why you keep pushing her away.

because if she sees all that and still wants you—you don’t know what that makes you.)

with your eyes shooting laser beams into the wall right next to her, as to not seem like you’re watching her because she’ll get all cocky about it if she catches you looking. it’s not ellie if she doesn’t tease you to death. smothering you with her words, like a pair of hands around your neck—gentle at first, like she’s cradling you to kiss—until they tighten, deliberate, marking you with nothing but words. words that leave an effect they shouldn’t, and it bothers you more than you’ll ever admit.

and now she’s gone, and so is the girl she was with.

wonderful.

you unstiffen your shoulders, dropping them, trying to relax when you feel so uncomfortable. you hear your bed practically calling your name. you’re so fed up. this was supposed to be a fun party, just like every other party your brother throws. but all you could think about was that ellie hasn’t talked to you once, and that some random guy, you were pretty sure wasn’t even invited, kept trying to hit on you, giving you this disgusting drink and telling you to come find him later.

he didn’t even ask you if you like gin, just poured it into a cup with a mix of diet coke, it’s the most nasty after taste you’ve ever tasted. who would drink such monstrosity and like it?

you set your cup down—finally. the stickiness from your palm feels gross; it’s sweaty and moist, like thick mucus. you’re about to disappear upstairs when you hear her.

“you always make that face when you're annoyed. d’you know that?”

ellie.

her voice is too close. low, amused. like she was watching you from the other side of the room and couldn’t help herself. and maybe she was.

you don’t turn around. not right away. you know how this goes—she says something cocky, you get defensive, she teases you until your thoughts melt into something you can’t name. it’s always the same. always her and her dumb words.

you roll your eyes instead, loud enough for her to hear it in your silence. “didn’t know you were watching me.”

“always do.” she says, like it’s obvious. like it’s nothing. you hate the way your heart stumbles at the sound of it.

then she moves closer. you feel it more than see it, her presence sliding in beside you, the press of her arm almost grazing yours. not touching. never touching. but close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin, her breath ghosting near your jaw.

“you looked like you were about to murder someone.” ellie murmurs, glancing at the abandoned drink.

“watcha got there?” she picks up the plastic cup you had just set down on the counter. her curiosity is shut down by the awful taste that appears in her mouth when she takes a generous sip from the cup.

“what the fuck is this!?” ellie’s face scrunches up into a look of disbelief and disgust. “what human fed you this?”

she sets the cup down and moves it further away on the counter like it’s radioactive.

“uhhhh. him over there.” you search in the crowd of people for the dark haired man that shoved the cup into your hand and smirked at you when you forced yourself to take multiple sips.

ellie follows your gaze, spots him almost instantly. the guy’s leaning against the fridge like he owns it—shirt half unbuttoned, drink in hand, grinning at someone who’s definitely not you.

she scoffs. “that guy?”

“that guy.”

“he looks like he harasses women on the street.”

you bite back a laugh, lips twitching. “that’s mean.”

“you drank his little science experiment. i’m being merciful.”

she turns to face you fully now, leaning her hip against the counter, one hand tucked into her back pocket. you glance at her, finally—just a flick of your eyes, quick and stupid—and she catches it. of course she does.

“you’ve been avoiding me all night,” she says, like it’s a casual observation and not an accusation.

“i haven’t.”

“you didn’t say hi.”

“you didn’t either.”

she tilts her head at that, amused. “so it’s my job now?”

“didn’t say that.”

“but you thought it.”

you huff, crossing your arms. “you’re insufferable.”

“and yet.” ellie grins. “here you are. still standing next to me.”

you look away. again. the floor is suddenly very interesting.

ellie leans in just slightly, drops her voice to a hum. “you look good, by the way.”

you don’t respond. not right away. your brain short-circuits a little, glitches like an old tv. there it is again. the teasing, the soft menace in her voice. the compliment you weren’t expecting but still secretly hoped for.

“shoes don’t fit.” you mutter.

“doesn’t matter. your legs look great.”

your cheeks burn. you hate her. you want to crawl out of your own skin. skin yourself alive, bash your head into a wall.

“stop it.” you say, weakly. it’s barely above a whisper.

“stop what?” she asks, already smiling like she knows. like she can feel the heat radiating off you.

you don’t answer. you can’t.

ellie shifts closer. not by much—just enough that you have to fight the urge to lean back, or lean in, or do something other than stand there, vibrating with everything you’re trying not to feel.

“you always get like this when i say something nice,” she murmurs. “all twitchy and silent. like you’re waiting for me to take it back.”

you scoff, but it doesn’t land right. too shaky. too soft.

“i’m just saying,” she continues, voice syrupy, “if you’re gonna stand there looking like that, all flushed and pretty and bitey, you can’t expect me to behave.”

your breath hitches. that’s not fair. that’s so not fair.

“i’m not bitey.” you say, eyes narrowed.

“sure you’re not.” she grins, teeth sharp. “you’re a terror.”

you glare. or try to. but your face won’t cooperate—it wants to smile, to give in, to break in all the ways she makes you break.

ellie takes one step closer, and now she’s really in your space. the music blurs behind you both. voices fade to a dull, distant buzz. it’s just her, now. her and that look in her eye. the one she saves just for you.

“you miss me?” she asks, soft and unserious and too real all at once.

you could lie. you’ve done it before. you’ve done it so many times—shrugged her off with sarcasm, buried the truth under something wry. but right now?

right now you’re toeing the edge of something dangerous, and it’s never felt more tempting.

you don’t answer. you just let her look at you. let her wait. and ellie…ellie takes that silence like for a yes.

her grin fades, just a little. her eyes dip to your mouth, then back up again, slow, like she’s memorizing the way you’re holding yourself together for her.

“come upstairs with me,” she says, gentle now. no teasing, no game.

your heart slams against your ribs. you shouldn’t.

“okay.” you say.

and she doesn’t smile this time just nods, once, like this is the moment she’s been waiting for. like she knew you’d say it eventually.

ellie takes your hand. she doesn’t ask. just does. and you let her. because of course you do. because it’s ellie. and you’ve always been hers, even when you swore you weren’t.

you follow her out of the kitchen like a shadow, steps quiet, careful. she doesn’t look back. she doesn’t need to. the music is louder in the hallway, vibrating through the walls like a pulse. it drowns out everything—your thoughts, your doubts, the little voice in your head telling you this is a mistake.

she leads you up the stairs, weaving past bodies draped over railings and sitting cross-legged on the floor. no one notices you. no one stops you. it’s like the two of you are moving through a world that doesn’t quite exist. like this is some strange little pocket of reality where everything is charged, unreal, and fragile. only you and ellie.

her hand is still in yours when she opens the door to your room. she only lets go once it’s shut behind you both, the lock clicking into place with a soft finality.

the room is dim—just the string lights across the ceiling casting a golden glow over everything. a mess of clothes on the chair. an unmade bed you can’t stop staring at. why couldn’t i clean up after i got ready for this shit of a party?

ellie sits first, casually, like this is just another friday night. leans back on her hands, legs spread, jaw set. watching you carefully. the smallest movements you make she’s there to catch them. you stay near the door. back pressed against it like it might keep you grounded.

“you okay?” she asks after a moment, like the tension isn’t loud enough to swallow you both whole. the blurred absence of the music and shouts makes you feel somewhat better. but that bitter feeling doesn’t seem to slip away.

you nod. too quickly.

“you’re lying.”

“i’m not.”

“you always do that thing with your hands when you lie.”

you look down. fuck—she’s right. your fingers are twisted together, knuckles going white.

“i didn’t come up here to fight.” you say finally, voice thinner than you want it to be. ellie doesn’t move. she just keeps looking at you. her gaze is steady, unreadable.

“i know,” she says. “i didn’t bring you up here to make you uncomfortable.”

“then why’d you bring me up here?”

a pause. her eyes soften.

“because i couldn’t look at you all night without wanting to touch you.”

your breath catches.

“ellie—”

she cuts in, quick. “i won’t. not unless you want me to.”

the silence after that is almost unbearable. you stare at her. she stares back. her face is open, honest in a way she rarely ever lets it be. you want to say something sharp. something deflective. but the truth is boiling over in your chest, and it’s too hot to ignore. you want her to touch you.

“you scare the shit out of me.” you say, with a breathy laugh feeling awkwardness flair up inside of you.

ellie blinks. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

she lets out a breath—quiet, amused, fond in that infuriating way of hers. you hate it.

“you scare the shit out of me, too.”

and just like that, the air shifts. the room tilts. everything feels precarious, like a match held too close to the fuse. your face heats up again.

“come here,” she says, barely above a whisper.

you hesitate. only for a second. then you do.

your feet move before you know it. you walk to her with your heart in your throat and your guard barely holding, and when you stop in front of her, ellie doesn’t move—not until you do. not until your knees brush against hers, light as a question.

she answers it by reaching up, slowly, fingertips grazing your hips. her eyes stay on yours. you’re confused again. you don’t understand why she wants to touch you, like this of all ways.

“still okay?” she murmurs.

“yeah,” you whisper.

and then she pulls you in. you crash into her, not fully losing control of your body but enough for her to take control and maneuver you to straddle her. her touch isn’t rough nor is it rushed. it’s small but has power. ellie knows what she’s doing.

she doesn’t kiss you. not yet. she waits. waits for you to decide.

and god, you want—no, you crave it, in that feral, bone-deep way that makes your skin itch. you want her mouth on yours, soft at first, maybe, just to mock you—but you want it to dissolve, fast, into something hungry. something unholy. you want her to kiss you like she’s starving, like she’s trying to crawl inside you through your mouth.

you want the spit. need the spit. thick, hot, shared and messy—her tongue in your mouth, sliding against yours, teeth knocking when it gets too desperate. you want it to drip, to smear, to cling to your lips and chin, to mark you in the most revoltingly human way. like her saliva belongs in your mouth. like yours belongs down her throat.

you want her to spit into you. mouth parted, eyes half-lidded, breath panting between kisses—and when she pulls away, you want it to trail between your mouths in slick strings. sticky, glistening. you want to taste her down to the root of your tongue.

you want it to ruin you. make your lips swollen, red, wrecked. make your jaw ache. you want to feel her breath enter you and exit in shudders. to drown in the taste of her, sweet and sharp, like blood and peaches and the end of the world.

the silence was killing you. like a sword penetrating skin. you stare into her eyes, deep and honest. if ellie wanted, she could get every confession out of you. she could make you admit how much you like her, she could make you say how badly you need her. make you tell her all the nasty thoughts your intoxicated brain is frying up.

your hands sneak to rest on her shoulders and you just hope she doesn’t say anything about you being desperate for her. she knows you are but ellie isn’t any better, after all, she did bring you up here for the exact reasons you’re thinking.

ellie moves in closer now—much closer than she was back in the kitchen. she’s always been bold like that. you’ve seen her before, at one of your brother’s parties, hand already halfway down some girl’s pants like it was nothing. she never cared who was watching. didn’t even seem to care how the girl felt about it, not really. maybe it was a distraction. maybe she just needed something to do with her hands.

if she wanted, she could’ve had you like that in the kitchen, but she chose to bring you to your room and be more open with her words. none of the teasing that make it seem that she was joking. she’s serious about this. she really does want you, needs to touch you.

her nose is touching yours, she doesn’t blink, just looks at you with a shine to her eyes, if you looked deep enough you could see that she’s holding back. she could take you right here right now but she chooses not to, she waits for you. she doesn’t want to take advantage. because it’s you, and she couldn’t live with herself after if she were to do so.

“ellie…” you say her name breathless, eyes trailing towards her lips. your tongue sticking out slightly licking your upper lip. you move your eyes back up to hers, reaching you hands to the back of her head to twist her hair between your fingers.

she answers you by slowly crashing her lips into yours, moving them against the plush skin when you open your mouth a little for her to slip her tongue in.

she kisses you like she means it—like she’s been waiting. her mouth is warm, slow at first, but there’s weight behind it, like she’s trying to memorize the shape of you. her tongue grazes yours, testing the waters, and you hum into it, your fingers tightening in her hair. she breathes in sharp through her nose, like she wasn’t expecting that.

ellie’s hands wander off around your body squeezing at your waist and hips, needing the flesh above clothes. she unsure about her touch, as if she squeezes you in some way you’ll tell her to stop, she careful but needy at the same time. she’s not rough or aggressive, but there’s a possessiveness to her hold, and it’s dark and full of desire.

ellie pulls back just barely, lips brushing yours as she speaks, her voice low and raspy. “you don’t know what you do to me.”

and she’s kissing down your neck, toying with the skin between her lips, making sure she leaves a mark to tease and laugh at you tomorrow. you know this but let her mark you either way, you’ll yell at yourself when you’re sober; realizing this was a mistake on your part because you gave in this easily.

but it was going to happen sooner or later, so why not now?

and you know exactly what you do to ellie. maybe not everything, maybe not the exact details, but you know what your presence does to her. the way she looks at you like you’re a loaded gun—dangerous, tempting, too easy to lose control around.

“then show me.” you whisper, a challenge and a plea in one. you move your palms to cup her face, tugging her up and kissing her harder this time, and she answers with a soft groan against you, her hands sliding beneath your shirt, palms flat against your spine as they pull you flat against her body. her hands, they’re calloused, warm, grounding. she doesn’t rush. her touch is reverent, tracing you like you’re something fragile and holy.

but you’re not, and she knows.

her teeth catch your bottom lip, not hard, just enough to make you gasp. she pulls away again, panting now, forehead pressed to yours. “if we do this…” she swallows.

“i need to know you want it. really want it.”

your thumb brushes the edge of her jaw, and she’s watching you like you’re the only thing in the world worth watching. she’s so close you can feel her heart racing against yours.

you nod. “i do.”

and ellie’s restraint finally snaps.

her hands move down to the plush flesh of your thighs, feeling the warmth of your blood beneath her fingertips as they grope you hard.

she kisses you again, rougher this time—hungry, desperate, her hands slipping further under your shirt, palms splayed wide across your bare back. her fingers dig into your skin, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that you know she’s grounding herself with you. your mouth parts against hers, a quiet, needy sound slipping out before you can stop it. ellie swallows it down like she’s starved for it, chasing the noise with her tongue.

she shifts underneath you, tugging you impossibly closer by the hips until you’re straddling her properly, your thighs bracketing her waist. the heat between your bodies makes you dizzy. she presses her forehead to yours, breathing heavy, like she’s trying to hold herself back, but failing.

“gonna lose my mind,” she mutters, half to herself, before she kisses you again—messier this time, open-mouthed, your tongues sliding together with a slick, desperate sound that makes you ache in places you didn’t know could ache.

your hands roam too, almost frantic, pushing under her hoodie to feel the solid lines of her stomach, her ribs, the thin cotton of her tank top clinging to her. you tug at the fabric and she gets the hint, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank the hoodie off over her head, ruffling her hair and making her freckles stand out sharper under the low light.

“better?” she teases, breathless, voice wrecked and full of something dark.

you just nod, too stunned by the sight of her like this, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing you. and she’s looking at you like she wants to ruin you, hands resting heavy on your thighs, thumbs stroking lazy circles over the fabric of your skirt.

ellie tugs at the hem of your shirt, fingers curling into the material. she doesn’t pull it off yet, just slips her hands under it again, feeling your bare waist, the dip of your lower back. her thumbs brush just under the edge of your bra, and you shiver.

“can i?” she asks, and you barely hear her over the pounding in your own head.

“please.” you whisper.

and that’s all it takes. she lifts your shirt over your head slow, almost reverently, like unwrapping something she’s been dying to get her hands on for years. your hair gets a little messed up in the process and she smiles at the sight of you, like you’re the best thing she’s ever seen.

her hands come up to cup your face, thumbs brushing your flushed cheeks. her eyes are wide, a little wild, like she still can’t believe you’re here, half-naked in her lap, asking for her.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss your jaw, your neck, the slope of your shoulder. anywhere she can reach. you’re squirming in her lap now, needy and impatient, your hands clutching at her tank top like you’re afraid she’ll disappear if you let go.

ellie groans low in her throat when your hips grind down, just a little, testing. the friction pulls a sharp breath from both of you. she grabs your hips, holding you still.

“easy,” she mutters, voice thick, “wanna take my time.”

you whimper at that, and she grins against your skin, proud and a little smug. ellie mouths at your chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the top of your bra, teasing, teasing, until you whine and tug at the straps, silently begging.

“okay, okay.” she chuckles, voice rough and fond, like she’s never heard anything better than you falling apart for her.

she helps you shrug out of your bra, tossing it somewhere across the room without looking, too busy staring at you. her hands come up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing experimentally over your nipples, watching the way your body reacts—your back arching, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

“jesus christ,” she mutters under her breath, more to herself than to you. “look at you.”

and then she’s leaning in, mouth closing around one nipple, sucking gently, tongue flicking, while her other hand toys with the other breast. the heat of her mouth sends sparks shooting straight to your core. you gasp, hands threading into her hair, holding her there like you might fly apart if she stops.

you rock your hips against her without thinking, chasing any kind of friction. ellie growls low in her chest, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“needy.” she mutters, pulling off you with a wet pop, dragging her mouth back up to kiss you again—deeper, messier, less polished than before. her hands slide down your back, squeezing your ass, dragging you harder against the ridge of her thigh.

“wanna feel you,” she rasps against your mouth.

“wanna make you cum just like this. fuck.”

you moan, high and broken, grinding shamelessly against her now, feeling the roughness of her jeans against the soaked fabric of your underwear. the friction is almost too much. almost not enough.

ellie kisses you harder, teeth clashing, spit slicking your chins together, hands everywhere—your hips, your thighs, your back, your ass. she rocks you against her thigh, murmuring filthy things into your mouth, barely coherent.

“so wet for me.” she pants, pulling back just enough to look down, to watch you rut against her thigh.

“fuck, look at you. makin’ a mess all over me.” you whimper, desperate, lost in it. in her.

“c’mon, baby,” ellie coaxes, voice rough and tender all at once.

“wanna feel you cum for me. just like this. show me how bad you need it.”

you shudder, the pressure building, unbearably sweet and sharp and right there. ellie keeps rocking you, keeps whispering in your ear, dirty, soft, wrecked herself.

and when you finally cum—when you break apart with a soft, bitten-off sob against her shoulder—ellie holds you through it, arms wrapped tight around you, grounding you, anchoring you.

“that’s it,” she murmurs, kissing the side of your head.

you slump against her, boneless, trembling, feeling like you might float away if she let go.

but she doesn’t.

she keeps holding you, kissing you, whispering promises you don’t have the strength to hear yet, not really. but it’s okay. you believe her anyway.

because it’s ellie. and she’s always meant it.

and just when you think she’s done, ellie shifts you, pushing you gently but firmly onto your back on the bed. climbs over you, fitting herself between your thighs like she belongs there. her hands trail down your sides, slowly, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your skirt, dragging it down your hips with agonizing patience.

you lift your hips for her without thinking, needy and frantic now, again. ellie’s mouth trails down your body as she goes—kisses on your belly, nips at your hips, leaving little stinging bites that make you gasp. she’s taking her time, savoring every inch of you like she’s been dreaming about this. maybe she has. maybe you have too.

when she gets the skirt off, she sits back on her heels for a second, just staring down at you, panting and trembling under her.

“you’re unreal,” she murmurs, voice rough with something almost reverent.

you reach for her, impatient now. “ellie—”

she smiles, wicked and sweet all at once, and leans down to kiss you again—deeper, slower, taking her time wrecking you. her hand slides between your legs, over the damp patch of your underwear, and you whimper into her mouth at the first touch.

you whine, hips bucking up into her hand, chasing the friction just like you did on her thigh. ellie shushes you, soothing, almost tender, rubbing slow circles over the wet spot right over your clit.

“gonna take real good care of you.” she promises, voice thick and syrupy.

you nod frantically, desperate for her, dizzy with it.

she slides your underwear to the side with one hand, not even bothering to take them off, and runs two fingers through your folds—testing, teasing. when she brushes your bare clit you gasp, clutching at her shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to earth.

ellie’s watching your face the whole time, eating up every little reaction you give her like it’s her new favorite meal.

“you’re gonna let me make you feel good?” she murmurs, voice low and wrecked with want.

“yes—yes, ellie, please—”

that’s all she needed to hear.

she slides one finger inside you, slow, careful, watching you for any sign of hesitation. when you moan—high and breathy—her restraint snaps. she pumps it in and out, building a rhythm, adding a second finger when you start grinding against her hand like you can’t help yourself.

her thumb finds your clit again, rubbing tight circles, and the pleasure starts to crest fast—faster than you’re ready for.

“that’s it,” ellie coos, mouth brushing your ear. “god, you’re so fucking pretty like this. wanna see you fall apart for me.”

you sob out something that might be her name, might just be a broken noise, as you tumble over the edge, more overwhelmed this time—clenching around her fingers, trembling so hard your vision whites out. ellie fucks you through it, slow and sweet, murmuring praise into your skin until you finally, finally go still beneath her.

a dragged out orgasm flushing inside you, stick around her fingers still deep inside you, toying with the squishy spot.

ellie doesn’t pull away immediately—just presses kisses along your jaw, your neck, the shell of your ear, whispering how good you were, how gorgeous you are, how she’s never wanted anything so bad in her life.

and when you finally catch your breath enough to open your eyes, she’s smiling down at you—soft, adoring, like you hung the stars in her sky.

“still scared of me?” she teases.

you laugh, too weak to reply.

you whisper something incoherent, and pull her back down into a kiss. because if this is what being scared of her feels like, you never want to be brave again.

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