Dev

So insanely suffocating, stretching between you and Ellie Williams so tightly that words failed to capture the countless possibilities of what might happen next.

You stood on opposite sides of the room, glaring at each other with such intensity it seemed you were trying to bore holes straight through one another’s heads.

A sharp expression settled naturally on your face, jaw clenched tight, while a smug little smirk tugged at Ellie’s lips at the sight of your frustration.

"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat—not a horse." Ellie interrupts you, emphasizing the mistakes of your previous answer.

"If it was from a horse, it wouldn't protect you from most poisons, but it would only protect you from poisons of the female mammals." she continues, causing your cheeks to go slightly red in embarrassment in front of your whole class.

"That's what I meant." you defend.

The professor clears his throat, “Perfect answer, Ellie! Fifty points to Gryffindor for your outstanding participation!”

Scoffs and protests rippled through the room. “What?!” Abby Anderson, your fellow Slytherin, exclaims.

“I’m sorry, sir, but that’s just unfair. We’ve been such amazing students this whole year and haven’t gotten a reward of that sort!” you protest, leaning against the desk in front of you, hands braced on the wood for support.

The professor furrowed his brows. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you supposed to be participating for rewards or for your own enrichment?” he asks, crossing his arms.

You close your eyes, drawing in a deep breath, and letting out a slow sigh. “Our enrichment,” you reluctantly admit, looking down at the floor.

Ellie, still wearing that infuriating smirk, raises her hand.

“Yes?” the professor asks, his expression softening.

“Not to sound pretentious,” Ellie began sweetly, earning a quick whip of your neck to look back up at her.

“But I’d like to add that this whole year, the Slytherin class has had a problem with accepting the actions of the higher-ups.” Her eyes gleam in the most annoying way possible, and it made you want to rip them right out of her head.

The professor lets out a breath as he nods. "Indeed... twenty point deduction from Slytherin." he says, causing most of the green-uniformed students to jump up and flail their arms around.

"No!"

"That's so unfair!"

"We didn't do anything!"

You stand straight up again, a hand going up to your face in disappointment. The bell rings, loud and booming through the school and your already throbbing head.

Students quickly begin stomping out in anger, some in victory at the newly earned and deducted points that worked in their favor.

You pick up your books, glancing at the auburn-haired girl who did the same. You stomp toward her, grabbing hold of her arm and dragging her out of the classroom.

"Hey! What are you do—" A strong shove to her chest to the bricked wall causes her books to drop from her arms.

You quickly grab your wand, pointing its barely rounded tip to the peak of her throat, her hands going up slightly in defense.

Your faces were so close, the aroma of Ellie's potent mint gum filling the air between you two. "What the fuck was that, Williams?" you interrogate, rage coursing through your veins.

"What are you talking about?" Ellie teases, causing you to drop your books. You shove her again with your now free forearm, your wand still pointing at her throat.

"Oh, fuck you, Ellie! You know what I'm talking about!" Your forearm stays right under her neck, holding her against the wall.

She smirks, her eyes darting down to your lips before quickly looking back up. You barely notice, swallowing as she begins explaining herself.

"Just wanna make sure we all play a fair game in class." she says, her arms dropping down slowly and sitting in her pant pockets.

The loud frustrated huffs from your nostrils slow down as you lean closer, "Let's hope I play a fair game tomorrow, Williams."

"We'll see, princess."

Abby and Nora sat across from you, Abby stuffing her face as Nora listened intently to your raging rant about Ellie. "She's just so—UGH!" your hyperbolic tone somehow being heard above the loud hall.

"If anything, she's an excruciating teacher's pet." Nora agrees, poking her food with her fork. "I'm just mad about the twenty points we lost..." she continues.

You quickly shoot your eyes to her, running a hand through your hair. "Respectfully, Nor, who gives a fuck about the points!?"

Abby wipes her face with the handkerchief that sat on her lap. "Yeah, we got that tomorrow anyways," she says, mentioning the Quidditch game against Gryffindor that everyone was anticipating.

"We wipe the floor with them, easily."

The rest of your large group nods in agreement, most of it consisting of other Quidditch players and high-reputation students such as yourself.

The sudden beating of a post-owls wings cuts through the loud atmosphere. The routine bird caught new students off guard, though it only earned a small look from you as it flew over you, dropping the school's newspaper and another package down in front of you.

You open the newspaper, automatically fuming at the cover story.

Ellie Williams clutches it for Gryffindor yet again!

Right under it, your name was plastered, bashed, and disrespected.

Sadly, due to a lack of practice and obvious tension, Slytherin's rookie seeker was unable to leave the game unscathed with a hit to the wrist!

Rookie...

ROOKIE!?

Oh, now you were mad. Smoke basically shot out of your ears as you stood up, slamming the table with your hands. It shook, causing some people around you to flinch.

"Holy shit," Abby comments, reading over the story. "Oh, that bitch is done," she adds, referencing the newspaper manager whom they regularly had history with.

It was recounting the previous game that Gryffindor had won by a last-second capture of the Golden Snitch. God, you despised that game; all it did was make you look like a bad player when in reality it was all luck.

If you hadn't jammed your arm into Ellie and gotten hit by the Quaffle due to foul play, you would have easily won the game, no hesitation.

The obnoxious sound of laughter and cheering a couple feet behind you prompts you to throw your newspaper down, whipping your head around. "Holy shit, Els!" Dina exclaims, shaking Ellie by her shoulders.

But Ellie’s eyes weren’t looking anywhere near her best friend, people at her table leaning over to read the newspaper, or the professor clapping behind her in congratulations.

Her eyes were looking at you.

A spark glimmered in her doe eyes, matched by the smile she wore across her face. You couldn’t help but grin, pressing your lips together to suppress the look of a smile.

You quickly turn away, embarrassed by the fact that you nearly smiled at the one person you swore you’d never want to be friends with—the one who stole your spotlight after every achievement.

Your hand comes up to your stomach, a squirming feeling growing slowly as your head began to spin.

"Shit..." you mutter to yourself as you look back up at the package that sat at your table to distract yourself. It was wrapped in brown paper, a scarlet and gold ribbon twirled into a bow in the front.

You open it slowly and cautiously, the bow falling undone with the smallest pull. You flip it over, taking apart the brown paper to be met with a note first.

────────

Sorry about your wrist. I know I may have bumped into you too hard at the game, so use this next time.

⤿ e.w. :)

────────

You scoff at the signing. What could Ellie possibly be giving you to help with your game? You look under the note: a sleek black wrist brace, athletic tape, and new gloves with your name embroidered into the back.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your jaw clenches, and you're unable to hear any of Nora's comments as she tries to comfort you.

"I'm out."

You quickly grab both the note and package, stomping out of the hall as your eyes trail the surrounded girl. Ellie's trail yours too, a soft and sweet expression complimenting her face.

The door slams behind you, a loud boom being heard throughout the hall, shaking tables as you walk to the bathroom to calm yourself.

Ellie sat, her face dropping slightly at the sight of your angered face. "You ready for tomorrow, El?" Jesse asks, sitting back down in front of her.

"Uh, yeah—I just feel a bit bad..." she says, mentioning the God-forsaken newspaper. "Why?" Dina asks, a chuckle lining her tone as she looks at Ellie like she's crazy.

"The article? It was over-exaggerated and frankly disrespectful." Ellie reasons as she leans her crossed arms on the table. Riley lets out a hyperbolic groan from next to her.

"El, she's been torturing you for years... since when do you feel empathy for her?" she asks, raising a brow at the girl. "Because empathy is a skill that many people don't have." Ellie says, shrugging at the people surrounding her.

"Whatever you say, Socrates."

The stadium was booming, all students of every grade screaming in hopes of their house's victory. Here you stood, huddled with your team as they went over different plays.

It was halftime, Slytherin having scored 90 points while Gryffindor had 100. The only thing that broke through your focus on the game was a specific girl.

The same girl you swore you hated, the same girl everyone knew you hated since you began your time at Hogwarts. But why was she, out of everyone, the person taking over your mind?

You look at your gloves, the green embroidery so thick it had gone unnoticed all game. Your wrist was wrapped in the brace, giving the sore area much needed relief.

Under your gloves, your middle and ring fingers were wrapped in athletic tape.

"Feeling okay?" your coach asked, his voice cutting through your thoughts.

You nodded, standing up straight and tightening your grip on your sleek broom. "Yes, Coach," you said, swallowing the tension that lingered in the back of your throat.

The team was led by you as the loud announcer called for the teams to return to the field. You looked to your right. Ellie stood first in line as well. She glanced over, teasingly pointing to her glove.

You felt yourself grow annoyed yet again, the gesture obviously referencing the newly gifted gear she was using.

"Fuck you," you mouthed with a teasing smile and a roll of your eyes, watching Ellie's smirk grow as you were both called to your starting positions.

With a sharp blow of the whistle, any thoughts of Ellie vanished beneath the rush of adrenaline as you kicked off the ground and shot into the storm.

Your hair was soaked, rain blurring everyone's vision while thunder swallowed every other sound. The thick fabric of your robes weighed heavily against your broom as you soared through the air.

The Golden Snitch suddenly flashed across your field of view.

Your attention snapped to it instantly, diving after it without hesitation. Trailing close behind was the one person who still managed to linger in the back of your mind.

Thick strands of wet hair whipped across your face, escaping the half-up, half-down style that had completely fallen apart in the storm. Your eyes remained locked on the Golden Snitch, your head barely moving as you let your gaze do the work.

Ellie's expression remained calm, a simple furrow in her brows the only sign of her focus. She sped up, basically shoulder to shoulder with you as the Snitch flew in front of you both.

It shot up into the sky, both of you quickly chasing after it. Your arm went up, Ellie's obviously longer arm a lot closer to the Snitch than you hoped.

Her fingertips brush it lightly as your eyes go wide, about to shove her away from the one thing you needed to win. "Shit!" Ellie exclaims, something unsure lacing her tone as she retreats far down from the Snitch.

You grab the Golden Snitch, a loud announcer spotting and proclaiming the victory of Slytherin. "And with Slytherin's seeker grabbing the Golden Snitch, this match has ended!"

You fly down and stop in the middle of the stadium, holding the Golden Snitch in your hands. With a wide smile, you lift it high, presenting it to all the classes and grades.

The rest of Slytherin flies around you, congratulating you, screaming, clapping, and flailing their arms into the air around them. You take a final spin around the stadium, your smile still lighting up the storm that continued to engulf you.

Joyful screams continue to burst from your core until your eyes meet a very specific pair of pale green eyes. She's clapping, her unforgettable smile still plastered on her face.

But something was different—there was an unmistakable look in her eyes that showed she knew something you didn’t. Your smile fades as you drop your arm slowly, oh no she did not.

Back in the locker room, everyone spilled out, planning to use their house showers instead of the athletes’ communal ones. “You can leave me—I’m gonna shower here today,” you lie to Abby as she puts on her dry hoodie.

She nods, patting your shoulder as she leaves. “Good shit today! You’re insane, dude.” You chuckle, announcing your thanks as she shuts the door behind her.

You wait a moment before slipping out the Slytherin locker room and quickly head to the Gryffindor one. You easily find Ellie, alone and rummaging through her locker.

“Williams,” you say, making Ellie turn in confusion. “Oh, hey...” she says, feigning innocence. “Great stuff toda—”

She’s cut off as you point your wand at the door and lock it with a simple spell. She smirks, aware of the realization you had during the end of the game.

"Wanna tell me what the fuck that was, or should I make you tell me?" you ask, your eyes sharp as you playfully point your wand at her. "What are you talking about?" she teases, leaning against her locker.

You tilt your head and slowly step closer, narrowing the distance between you two until only two feet remain. "Oh, you know damn well what I'm talking about."

Ellie runs a hand through her hair and shrugs, her hands settling on her hips. You snap, "Why would you let me capture the Snitch?" you demand, lowering your wand as frustration creeps up your neck and into your voice.

Ellie's freckled cheeks and tips of her ears flush pink as she straightens up. You smirk. "So you do know," you tease, your tongue poking against the inside of your cheek.

She crosses her arms. "I let you win. Why are you still mad at me?"

You lean in close, your jaw tight. “Because I know for a fact that even if you hadn’t let me grab it, I still would’ve caught the Snitch.”

She swallows, suddenly aware of the proximity between your faces. "You sure about that, princess?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as her gaze flickers down to your lips.

Your mind goes blank, your eyes soften, and your heart rate speeds up. You look down at hers as a smirk continues to play on her lips. "Not a word."

"Wha—"

The rest of her words vanish as your hands find her face and pull her closer. Your lips meet hers in a deep, impulsive kiss, all formed off of pent up frustration and feeling. She startles for only a moment before melting into it, returning the kiss without hesitation.

She whimpers into your mouth, craving more as you push her away. “I swear to God, Williams, if any of this leaves this room, I will make it my one true goal to ruin your life.”

She nods quickly, eager to kiss you again as she grabs your shirt and pulls you back in. This kiss is more desperate, heat rushing through both of your bodies as her hands find their way up to your face.

You continue kissing her as you guide her back to the physical therapy bed only a few feet away. Her back hits the bed, your hands pressing her hips down into the firm mattress.

She sits up slightly, your body towering over her as you stand above her. Your hands find the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and off her body.

“Please...” she breathes as you pull away from the kiss.

“Please what, baby?” you tease, pulling back slightly, your gaze lingering on her sports bra. You dive into her neck, kissing and sucking at any pressure points you can find.

“Touch me…” she whimpers, closing her legs tightly in a futile attempt to ease the ache in her core. “Already making those sweet little noises, and I haven’t even touched below your neck yet.” you murmur, a slow, confident smirk settling on your lips.

Your hands trail down her stomach, the light touch making Ellie flinch, her breath hitching as you move toward the place she’s been anticipating.

Your lips pull away from her neck as your gaze drops to her shorts, your hands already gripping the waistband. “Up,” you command, tapping her hip. She obeys instantly, lifting her hips just enough for you to drag the fabric down and off in one swift, unforgiving motion.

You shrug off your hoodie and toss it aside without a second thought before dropping to your knees in front of her. Your eyes lock onto the damp patch soaking through her underwear, and something dark flickers in your expression.

“What a slut,” you murmur, your voice low and edged. “Getting this wet just from me getting mad.” Ellie’s cheeks flush deeper, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tries to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pull it down, tossing it somewhere across the room. Your gaze drops immediately, locking onto her glistening center, slick gathering and dripping from her tight heat.

“Tap me twice if you want me to stop.”

Ellie nods quickly, breath uneven as she watches you lift your hand, bringing your middle and ring fingers up to her lips.

“Suck.”

She grips your wrist and obeys, parting her lips and taking your fingers into her mouth, sucking slowly at the pads. Her tongue lays flat against them, warm and deliberate.

You bite your lip at the sight—at the way her eyes flutter, rolling back for a second before settling on you again, pupils blown wide.

Slowly, you pull your wet fingers from her mouth, teasing her hole with your middle finger. You look up at her, watching her eager eyes follow yours. You slam your middle finger into her, earning a broken cry.

“F-fuck!” she cries out, her head snapping back as the sound tears from her throat. Your finger drive into her tight heat, curling hard, cutting off anything else she tries to say. “You feel s’good—”

"so tight for me..." you mutter teasingly.

Your jaw tightens, a dark smirk pulling at your lips as you keep the relentless pace, forcing your other finger inside. Her walls clamp down instantly, spasming and fluttering around you, reacting helplessly to every rough curl.

You tilt your hand, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot inside her, and don’t let up. When you push deeper—harder—her body jerks, her slick warmth tightening greedily around your fingers, as if trying to drag you further in.

She grinds her hips into your hand, chasing more—no—needing more. You rip your fingers out at the movement, drawing a sharp cry from Ellie.

“Stop. Moving,” you snap, your free hand forcing her hips back down.

“Or I don’t let you come.”

She nods quickly, almost desperately.

“Got it?”

“Y-yes—please, just—”

You shove your fingers back into her without warning, your mouth following a second later. The taste of her floods your senses as you drag your tongue up her, slow and deliberate.

You don’t hold back, lapping at her, messy and relentless, saliva and slick dripping down your chin as you keep going.

“Mmph!” she chokes out, her body jerking as she fights the urge to move against you.

Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling—hard enough to drag a low moan from you against her. The natural vibration against her sensitive bud makes her break, a loud, helpless sound tearing from her throat.

“Don’t s—oh God—don’t stop, p-please!”

You close your mouth around her, sucking hard, your fingers curling relentlessly inside her as her walls tighten, pulsing around you. Heat coils low in her stomach, building fast, ready to snap.

“S’close—” she gasps, back arching.

You pull away without warning. Fingers gone. Mouth gone.

She forces herself upright, breath shaky, frustration flashing across her face at the sudden emptiness. “No—why’d you sto—”

The sharp crack of your hand against her still-glistening heat cuts her off. She moans loudly, her head thrown back as orgasmic tears sting at her eyes.

“I was so close…” she whines.

Another slap lands, harder this time, silencing her. "ngh!"

“You like being slapped like the slut you are, huh?”

“Mhm—m’a slut for you.”

“For me, hm?” you murmur, amused. “I’m honored.”

You drag your slick-coated fingers over your bottom lip before licking them clean, holding her gaze as your cheeks flush faintly. She watches, transfixed.

You stand up, bringing your hand to her mouth. She opens immediately, tongue slipping out to taste your fingers.

“See how good you taste, angel?” you say smoothly.

She nods eagerly. “So good.”

“Take off your bra.”

You start stripping out of your own clothes as she follows, dropping her bra to the floor before instinctively crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she asks, blinking up at you.

“Cover yourself,” you say, voice firm. “Don’t hide that perfect body.”

Now down to your bra and lace panties, you lean in, pressing a softer kiss to her chest, easing the tension just slightly as she relaxes under you.

You reach for your underwear, but she stops you.

“Wait—can I… take them off?” she asks, quieter now, picking at her lip.

You hesitate, then nod.

She guides you gently between her legs, her hands roaming your body like she’s trying to memorize every inch. Her fingers hook into your underwear, slowly dragging them down as you step out.

Her gaze drops immediately, taking you in—already wet, already wanting.

Her hands slide up your sides to your chest, cupping you before she glances up for permission again.

You nod.

Her smile spreads as she reaches behind you, unclipping your bra in one smooth motion. It falls away, exposing your hardened nipples, your skin prickling with goosebumps.

Ellie stares, breath catching, pupils dilated. "You're perfect." Your face heats up.

The look on her face says enough—like she’s just been handed something priceless, something she can’t quite grasp is real yet.

She sticks her tongue out as she leans in, dragging a slow stripe along the valley between your breasts. One hand stays firm on your waist while the other slides up, finding your nipple—pinching and twisting the sensitive bud.

Your head falls back, a broken sound slipping from your lips.

Her mouth shifts to the other side, tongue circling before she sucks, deliberate and hungry. Your fingers tangle in her hair, gripping just enough to pull her away.

“Lie down,” you command, giving her a light shove back onto the bed.

She lies back, her eyes following you as you settle onto the firm surface beneath her. You grab one of her legs, lifting it over your shoulder while the other stays tucked beneath you.

Your heats are so close now, warmth radiating between you, almost overwhelming. You lower yourself against her, the slick heat of both your bodies drawing out soft, needy moans from each of you.

Your jaw falls slack, lips parting at the sensation as you start to grind down on her. “Don’t. Fucking. Move,” you remind, your voice sharp.

A desperate moan spills from the girl beneath you.

Her back arches as she tries to stay still. “P—please… can I—fuck—touch you?” she chokes out, her hand sliding up your stomach, hovering before reaching your soft chest.

You hesitate, torn between control and the need for her touch. “Mhm,” you finally give in, dragging it out. Her hand closes around you immediately, kneading at the soft skin like she can’t get enough.

A large mirror to your left catches your attention. “Look at yourself,” you pant.

Ellie’s eyes flutter open, following your gaze. The mirror reflects everything—every detail. Strands of hair cling to your damp shoulders, your skin shining with sweat, your biceps catching the light as you move.

Her eyes trail downward, then back to herself—flushed cheeks, freckled skin, her expression unraveling as tears blur her vision.

She squeezes her eyes shut.

Your hand snaps to her jaw, forcing her face back toward the mirror. “Open your eyes, Williams.”

She obeys.

“See how fucked up you get for me?” you murmur, breath heavy. “How obsessed you are with someone you’ve been torturing day after day?”

She nods weakly. “I—I know… I’ve been so bad,” she breathes, sweat dripping from her chin as she watches you move against her.

“Yeah?” you grin, voice edged with teasing. “So you don’t think this is an inappropriate punishment?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No! I deserve it!” she cries, her voice breaking as you find the perfect rhythm.

A slow smile pulls at your lips, teeth catching your bottom lip in satisfaction.

“I’m s’close,” she gasps.

“Beg for it.”

“Please—please, please let me come—fuck—I’ll stop pestering you!” she rambles, heat coiling tighter in both of you.

“Hold it,” you command.

Ellie’s face tightens with effort, forcing herself to stay right on the edge without falling over. her helpless crys continue to fall from her mouth, continuously begging to come.

The slick, messy sound between you grows louder as you both tip over the edge.

“Come for me, El,” you breathe, your head falling back as you let go of her jaw. Moans spill from both of you, loud and unrestrained as your bodies finally give in.

You tremble together, heat and wetness peaking all at once before it slowly fades. You drop her leg, collapsing on top of her, your muscles spent.

“Jesus,” she mutters, bringing a hand up to cover her face.

You catch her wrist, pulling it away so you can look at her. She’s already smiling, pushing herself up slightly onto her elbows.

She leans in, pressing soft kisses along your cheek, then your forehead, her hand cradling your face. Her lips brush just at the corner of your mouth.

You’re both still panting, chests rising and falling unevenly.

“For someone with such a loud mouth, you really don’t take control in bed,” you tease, a tired laugh slipping out.

She grins despite herself. “Fuck you.”

“Already did.”

The room was dark except for the silver line of moonlight that reflected onto the walls. You used to check the time to see what time it was. Until the ticking noise pissed you off once and you smashed the clock onto the ground. They never let you have a clock again.  

You propped up on your elbows and squinted towards the dark corner, You could be hallucinating or it could be a sleeping paralysis. Anything was possible on Benadryl. 

But instead the slender figure slowly approached you. You could pick up Ellie’s silhouette as she came closer. The slim line of moonlight that spilled inside the bedroom scanned over Ellie before she melted into the dark again.

Her pupils were wide blown, eyes sinking down and underlined with the lack of sleep, there was something about being under her gaze. Nobody looked at you like she did. Like approaching a small animal, but you didn’t know if she wanted to hunt you down or help you. All you could do near her was freeze.

She slowly sat down on your mattress, she hadn’t blinked even once. You were wandering what kind of medication they were giving her to keep her in this state.

“…Ellie…what are you doing here..?”

You reached over to your bunny plushie and held it tight.

She wasn’t moving, not even her chest. Ellie was an unknown entity, you didn’t know how she got here, how old she was or what her diagnoses were. You never heard her talk.

There had been a few times where she was pulled aside by nurses, but you didn’t know what was going on with her. Her eyes just looked empty.

“You look like that bunny.”

Her tone was so quiet, it was raspy and low. It reminded you of the people’s voice speaking through a walkie talkie. Or the voice of someone on an antique radio. You could feel yourself getting sweaty. Your baby hairs were sticking onto your temples.

“They allowed me to keep it…” 

You murmured. This plushie was the only thing you had. Everything else made you uncomfortable anyways. It made you feel violent, or violated. The lines seemed to blur into something uncomposable. 

Ellie lifted her hand up. They were so boney and slim. You could trace all the blue lines on it even in the dark. She slowly placed her finger on the skin underneath your ear. 

You held your breath, it didn’t feel appropriate to even move a muscle. 

She slowly dragged her finger down, tracing your throat then towards your collarbone. She  slid her palm onto your stomach, her eyes flickered up to study your expression. 

“..W-what medication do they give you Ellie?”

Your voice was so small, it could have gotten lost in the air, evaporate like mist. But Ellie heard everything, you were almost certain she could hear through walls.

“...I don’t take medication… I don’t swallow them, they are useless.”

Her palm moved down, sliding smoothly over your thigh. She held the edge of your nightgown between her fingers.

“I don’t need them... I have you.”

She let go of your nightgown before standing up and placing both hands next to your head on the mattress. All you could see was Ellie now. Half of her face was painted pale blue by the light. She slowly leaned closer, moving out of your view, now you stared at the ceiling. 

You felt her warm and wet tongue slowly lick from your collarbone to your jaw. Slow and steady. Her hair smelled like the medicated shampoo every patient used. You trembled a little bit. She pressed her lips right on the skin underneath your ear. It felt cold unlike her tongue. Then she pulled away. 

She tucked you back in bed with the bunny plushie, then turned around and walked away, disappearing into the dark again.

When Ellie woke up on Saturday morning, she was thankful that it was here. The past few days had been torture, feeling a lot longer than what they were, and the things she planned on doing to distract herself barely helped. She was quick to text Abby.

Hey, we’re still good for five today?

Ellie put her phone down before getting up, trying to figure out what she was going to wear. A part of her wanted to call Dina, knowing she was much better at this stuff than her. Deciding against that, she grabbed a plain black shirt and her best pair of pants. Setting them down onto the desk, she picked out a pair of boxers and a sports bra, knowing that they weren’t going to do anything tonight. She decided to try and kill time since it was only eleven and Abby wasn’t coming to get her until five.

Abby: Definitely! What place did you want to go for dinner? Or we could just order in if you’d prefer.

Ellie grabbed her phone, biting her lip as she read Abby’s text. She was quick to respond back.

Ordering in would work a little bit better!

Abby: That works for me, see you at five.

Ellie put her phone back down and cleaned her room and her bathroom, even having a conversation with Joel about a new horror movie about space that was coming out next week. They even planned to go see it together after Ellie was off work next Friday. When she looked at the time, she groaned, realizing it was only twelve-thirty when it felt like hours had gone by. When Joel left, she made herself some food and decided to watch some movie that she could care less about. Not when all she could think about was Abby.

When it hit four, Ellie grabbed her clothes and showered, taking her time as she tried to calm herself down. She turned the water off and stepped out, wasting no time in drying herself off. Putting on her deodorant and getting dressed, she looked in the mirror when she was done. Sighing, she brushed her hair, knowing that with her luck, it wasn’t anywhere near five. When she left the bathroom, she made her way to her bedroom to grab her phone.

it was four-forty.

She felt better knowing that she didn’t have long before Abby was going to be picking her up. Ellie hated how time felt as if it was going slow on purpose, even when she was doing things to distract herself from thinking too much about it.

When four-fifty-five hit, she got her bag and put her shoes on. She looked outside, and when two minutes went by, she locked the door and went outside.

Thankfully she didn’t have to wait; a minute before five, Abby pulled up, and if Ellie was being honest, she was a little surprised to see she now had a truck.

She wasted no time, making her way down the driveway and towards Abby’s truck. The taller woman got out to greet Ellie with a soft smile on her face. She wasn’t sure what to do until Abby pulled her into a tight hug.

“It’s good to see you, Ellie,” Abby stated, pulling away. “You look… so good.”

Ellie felt her face heat up at Abby’s compliment. “Thank you.”

Abby smiled, watching as Ellie made her way to the other side of the truck. They both got in, and Ellie couldn’t help but stare at both Abby’s face and her arms. Of course, when they were dating, she enjoyed working out, but after all this time, she was much stronger than before.

“I can feel you staring.” Abby teased, and Ellie’s eyes widened as Abby turned to look at her. “Don’t worry, I like it.”

Abby turned the truck on, and they headed to Abby’s place.

The ride was silent but comforting, and for a moment it felt like the car rides they had when they were dating. She shook the thought out of her head, realizing that maybe this wasn’t the best thing to do. She wasn’t turning back now, not when she was finally happy with a decision after she agreed to end things with Abby.

”What are you in the mood for?” Abby asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

“Food-wise?” Ellie asked, and Abby nodded. “Honestly, I’m good with whatever.”

Ellie bit her lip as she saw the smirk on Abby’s face, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

“Do you still like sushi? Or I can always make you one of the sandwiches you always loved when I made them for you,” Abby stated.

”Yes, please.” Ellie groaned, earning a smile from Abby. “After… well, I tried to make it myself, and it wasn’t the same.”

Abby rolled her eyes playfully. “Ells, you mean to tell me you couldn’t make a sandwich for yourself? For years?”

Ellie pretended to be offended. “I never asked what you put in it, and I didn’t want to reach out to ask about a fucking sandwich.”

Abby was quick to look over at Ellie just as she turned down her street.

“So you reach out on some app and swipe right on me knowing that I just want someone to sub to me?” Abby teased. “Honestly, I’m a bit surprised you’re submissive.”

“A switch,” Ellie corrected, a smirk on her face. “For the right person.”

Abby’s eyebrow rose at the correction, deciding to come back to that at a later time. When they pulled into the driveway, Abby turned the truck off and turned to look at Ellie.

“Good news is Lev’s at a friend's house, and so is Yara,” Abby stated. “My dad’s working, but he’ll be home in a few hours.”

Ellie nodded, “Okay! I’m glad we’ll have some alone time. To catch up and discuss things.”

“Same,” Abby smiled. “I love Yara and Lev, but if they were here tonight, they’d steal you away from me.”

Ellie felt her face heat up. “They miss me that much?”

Abby rolled her eyes as they both got out of the truck, leading Ellie up to the front door without saying a word. Ellie watched as she unlocked the door, and when Abby stepped aside to let her in first, she felt a little nervous.

“You can sit on the couch; I’m going to go change into comfier clothes,” Abby stated.

“Aw, but you look so good in your work clothes,” Ellie playfully pouted.

Abby rolled her eyes. “Then you’re going to really love me in a tank top.”

Ellie’s eyes widened. “Well, go get changed!”

Abby laughed, shaking her head as she walked up the stairs and to her room. Ellie pulled out her phone, letting Dina know that Abby had picked her up. She scrolled through her phone, trying to kill time as Abby got changed, and when she heard her come down the stairs, she put it away so she could give her her full attention.

“Okay, I’m back,” Abby announced.

Ellie turned to look at Abby as she made her way towards the couch, unable to take her eyes off her. Although she said it in a joking manner, she was right; Ellie loved seeing her in a tank top. When they were dating, Abby enjoyed working out (even going as far as to try and get Ellie to do it, which didn’t go as planned), but now? Now she was ripped, and she couldn’t wait to be manhandled.

”Did you get lost?” Ellie asked as Abby sat down next to her.

“Still the same brat, I see.” Abby responded, playfully shoving Ellie’s shoulder. “Anyway, do you want to get started, or do you want to eat first?”

Ellie hummed, thinking about the options. She was hungry, but she also wanted to get the conversation done so she could focus on anything else.

“We’ll talk first, and then we can eat.” Ellie stated, turning so she was fully facing her.

Abby nodded, doing the same and turning so they were both looking at each other.

“So what things are you into?” Ellie asked.

“Well, I enjoy a lot of things. I mainly like to make you, or whoever I’m fucking, feel good, but as a domme, I enjoy degrading my sub and overstimulation, as well as edging.” Abby explained.

Ellie nodded slowly, taking in what she was just told. “I’m also into those things; however, I’m more into being denied a bit more, made to beg.”

“Noted,” Abby hummed. “Anything that you’re not into?”

Ellie thought for a minute, wanting to make sure she remembered everything. Abby looked at her softly, patiently waiting for her to respond.

“Honestly, most bodily fluids—I’m good with piss, but anything other than that I’m not into,” Ellie stated. “Also nothing with blood, except… you know.”

Abby smirked, “I don’t know actually. Why don’t you tell me?”

Ellie knew she was lying but continued. “When I’m on my… period.”

“Good girl.” Abby praised Ellie, causing her to whimper. Abby raised an eyebrow at the sound she made. “Oh? You like being praised?”

“Yeah, yeah, I do,” Ellie whispered, suddenly feeling shy.

“Good, I’ll keep that in mind,” Abby hummed. “What about being degraded?”

Ellie nodded. “I think I like it just as much as being praised.”

”Yeah?” Abby asked. “Do you have a safeword?”

”Yeah, it’s ‘red’.”

“Good, and you’ll say it no matter what? Even though you’ll think I’ll be angry or upset.”

“Yes, of course,” Ellie answered.

“That’s a good girl.” Ellie bit her lip as Abby leaned in closer. “You’re wet, aren’t you?”

Ellie nodded, and Abby continued.

“If you want something, you’re going to have to ask for it.” Abby hummed.

She pulled away, studying Ellie’s face as she waited for her to say something. Abby placed her hand on Ellie’s thigh gently, wanting to comfort Ellie.

”Please…” Ellie whispered.

”Please what, Ellie? I won’t know what you want unless you tell me.” Abby stated, patting Ellie’s thigh gently before she moved her hand up higher. ”Come on, baby, you can do it. Mommy knows you can.”

If Ellie wasn’t horny already, that would have done it. The way Abby called herself that had her wanting to hear her ex say it even more.

”I want—I want you to fuck me, please.” Ellie whined.

Abby moved as close as she could to Ellie before looking at her.

“Can I?” Abby asked.

“Yes—yes, just please, I need you.” Ellie begged.

Ellie bit her lip as Abby slipped her hand into her pants and boxers. Abby gasped in faux surprise at how wet she was; knowing that it was all for her made it all the better.

“I can feel that you need me,” Abby stated, pulling her hand up and bringing it up to her face. Causing Ellie to whine from the loss of contact. “You’re that desperate for me to fuck you?”

Ellie nodded frantically, and if she weren’t as turned on, she would be embarrassed with how desperate she was. She was just thankful that Abby didn’t mind it at all.

”I don’t think you deserve it just…yet.” Abby hummed. “You have to earn it, baby.”

Ellie looked in Abby’s eyes, whimpering out, “How—how?”

”Stand up and take your pants off.” Abby instructed.

Ellie did as she was told; not wasting any time, she pulled her pants down to reveal the boxers she had forgotten she was wearing. Suddenly feeling embarrassed as she followed Abby’s gaze down, her face heated up when she noticed the smirk on her face.

“Dinos. Cute.” Abby chuckled before looking up at Ellie’s face.

“Okay, to be fair, I wasn’t expecting this to happen.” Ellie admitted.

”It’s okay, baby, they’re cute.” Abby hummed. “Now, come here.”

Ellie whimpered, moving quicker than she intended to. Abby guided her so she was straddling her muscular thigh, even having to bite back her own noise that was threatening to come out with how wet she was.

“Grind on my thigh, come on, you can do it.” Abby pushed, putting her hands on Ellie’s hips to help guide her.

Ellie started to move, not bothering to take her time—not when she could feel herself already so close. Abby stopped helping as Ellie found her own rhythm, realizing that her ex didn’t need any help.

”Are you this easy with everyone or just me? Hm?” Abby asked.

When Ellie didn’t answer, Abby held her in place before bringing one of her hands up to slap her across the face. Ellie cried out, trying to move again, but Abby held her in place.

“Answer my question, and then you can move.” Abby snapped, moving her hands off Ellie so she could pull her shirt off. “Take your bra off, now.”

Ellie tried her best to take it off as quickly as she could with the position they were in. Once it was off, she tossed it onto the floor before Abby flipped them over so Ellie was on her back. Abby leaned down, taking one of Ellie’s nipples into her mouth, sucking on the bud gently as she slipped her hand into her boxers. She hummed against her, satisfied with how wet her ex was.

”Fuck, Mommy, please,” Ellie begged.

She wasn’t sure what she was begging for, but she did know that if Abby didn’t do anything soon, she might cry.

Abby pulled her mouth off her nipple, running her tongue against her bottom lip as she looked up at Ellie’s face. She used her thumb to rub slow circles against her clit, wanting to tease her some more. Ellie tried to buck her hips, wanting more pleasure than what she was getting, but Abby used her free hand to hold her hips down.

“I—“ Ellie began, but Abby cut her off.

“You what?” Abby questioned, pausing her movements so Ellie could focus on answering.

When she didn’t respond in a timely manner, Abby began to pull her hand out, but Ellie stopped her.

“I—I want your fingers inside of me,” Ellie breathed. “Please, m’need it. Please, please!”

Abby slipped a single into Ellie’s pussy, keeping it still as she watched her face as she tried to stay still. She almost was upset with herself when the thought came up, but she knew Ellie was into being denied, so when she pulled her finger out and then her hand, Abby laughed softly as she cried out. Ellie opened her eyes, looking at Abby, who was now sitting back on her knees.

“I think I’m going to wait a little bit longer,” Abby stated, bringing her finger up to her mouth.

She continued to keep eye contact with Ellie as she wrapped her lips around her finger and sucked gently. Ellie bit her lip hard enough to break skin, but she didn’t care—not with the noises that were threatening to come out. When Abby pulled her finger out of her mouth, she stood up off the couch with a satisfied hum.

♱ brat tamer! sevika will bend that ass over TRUST.

♱ if you like praise, she’s in your ear like, “yeah, baby. you like that shit, huh? makin’ those pretty noises for me.” + “love touchin’ on this wet fuckin’ pussy.”

♱ if you like degradation, she goes crazy. teasing you and belittling you makes her cunt throb, “look at you. you like getting fucked like a whore? fuckin’ pathetic.” + “jus’ wanna get fucked dumb, don’t you? brain gets real empty when you’re full of dick.”

♱ i’ve said this before but she prefers giving over receiving and being the one to make you fall apart. although she won’t deny you giving her pleasure as well, she just doesn’t prefer it.

♱ sevika likes strapping! no, she LOVES strapping. it makes her feel masculine in all the best ways and anything that makes you feel good, she LOVES!

♱ has a thing for titles during sex! or just you saying her name! do with that information what you will...

♱ if she were to sub, she’d lowkey be embarrassed and quiet compared to her talkative nature when she doms (lol).

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vi: a switch with a SLIGHT preference for domming.

(soft service dom + obedient service(y) sub)

♱ vi has some similarities in the way sevika doms but vi is definitely less mean and prefers to praise you and lowkey baby you (unless you want to be degraded!) she just wants you to feel good + will do anything to achieve that.

♱ she likes using the strap but prefers to use her hands and mouth to make you cum. she loves seeing you cream, gush, & squirt up close.

♱ she NEEDS to see how good she makes you feel and will even ask/beg you to tell her, “c’mon baby, tell daddy how good she’s making you feel? need to hear you, sweetheart.” + “lemme hear you, please.”

♱ + yes!! she likes being called daddy (idc!!) but in a submissive context as well as when she doms. she loves it when you’re mocking her while you fuck her like, “aww. am i making daddy feel good?” and she’s like “fuck yeah, babe. gonna make me fuckin' cum.”

♱ vi likes her wrists cuffed and mouth tied when she’s getting fucked into the mattress + she loves the strap being used on her!!

♱ she just wants to be good for you! praise her! tell her she’s doing good!

♱ vi enjoys letting you stuff her face in your cunt and she likes it when you use her for your pleasure + also enjoys when you pin her down so she has no choice but to let you give her the sloppiest, messiest head imaginable, “oh fuck!! s-shit fuuuuck. right t-there”

♱ tribbing/scissoring with her is like pure heaven! nobody’s even subbing or domming in those moments, just pure desire, need. the feeling of your cunt on hers, the filthy wet noises, and your face make her cum so fast.

♱ chronic lover-girl through and through!! she’s always telling you how much she loves you when she’s in it (or when you’re in it), “love you so much, so perfect f’me, baby.” + “love you! feels s-so good”

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jinx: a switch with a preference for subbing.

(bratty sub + playful mean-ish dom)

♱ jinx is the type to be sassy/bratty during sex whether she's domming or subbing! she's definitely always pulling your hips/hands towards her so you can fuck her deeper and she's so mean about it, "ughhh, toots, deeper! moreee!! you're not fucking me hard enough!"

♱ she always has that needy 'fuck me' look on her face--eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossed over as she bites her lower lip and tries to seduce you into doing whatever she wants. it works too.

♱ she gets carried away with the dirty talk. i mean CARRIED AWAY, "d'ya like the way my pussy feels against yours, baby? how wet 'n creamy i am? 'm all riled up for you, hon." + "wanna fuck ya next, make you gush all over 'n mess shit up!"

♱ wants to be put in her place deep down...

♱ jinx also loves soft sex; the feeling of you gently pinning her legs in the air when you both wake up in the morning and making out with her cunt + she's a head pusher LOL! as kinky as she is, it's your softness and willingness to please her that makes her truly feel good.

♱ a feen for sloppy sex. she loves it all and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty if it means she gets to get off and have fun! she'll have your fingers all pruned up and your mouth dripping wet by the time she's done with you.

♱ she likes to be marked up and claimed + will also mark you up so everybody knows you're hers.

♱ gunplay/knifeplay enthusiast.

♱ jinx loves it when you tell her how perfect 'n pretty she is when she's subbing... when she's domming, however... she's real mean!

♱ sits on your face and holds your head where her cunt is, "keep lickin', sweetness, don't stop until i cum! or else i'll have to hurt cha!"

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caitlyn: a switch with no preference.

(soft-ish mommy dom + soft/obedient sub)

♱ caitlyn gives mommy dom because she definitely has specific rules for when you can touch yourself (if you're even allowed to) and she's big on manners and politeness. she wants you to be the best girl you can be and will reward you for doing so.

♱ she likes it when you call her mommy in and out of bed, only in private though.

♱ her definition of a 'reward' is plunging her long, thin fingers into your tight wet cunt as she rests her back against the headboard. your upper back is mirroring hers as it rests against her stomach and your lower back pressed plush up against her clothed pussy, "fuck, darling. you're such a little minx, being so good lately. you knew mommy would do this to you, didn't you?" + "good girl. you deserve this," she whispers into your ear as her fingers reach inside you, as deep as they can go.

♱ the type of dom to pick your clothes, shoes, and make-up out for you before special events; especially at fancy dinners and 'n rich piltover people shit. she wants everyone to see that you're hers; that she's got yet another thing for others to be jealous of.

♱ she hates to have to punish you! but she will! let's say you copped an attitude or got needy at one of those important fancy events... that soft mommy dom role that you know and love would come crashing down so fast. rather than comforting whispers of "good girl" near your ears, you hear "you've been such a bad girl. i've got to punish you now, love, i'm sorry." + "but, hey... it'll be over soon. maybe next time you'll think about being such a misbehaving little whore.”

♱ as punishment, she puts her strap on you and forces you to watch her ass jiggle and thighs shake as she bounces on the faux cock in reverse cowgirl. if you even think about touching her, you're in for it.

♱ queen of spanking your ass and rubbing a soothing hand over it when she's done, profusely apologizing for causing you pain. but she had to do it! or else you'd never learn.

♱ when she subs for you, she's so loud. not talkative, but loud. her moans echo through her private chambers as you pleasure her.

♱ your name is on repeat when she subs!! she's always saying it.

♱ she likes when you pull her ponytail and slap her ass when you hit it from the back, she's verbal then-- always urging you to "mmm, pull harder, yes!! like t-that..." + "s-shit, please make me cum, p-please."

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mel: a controlling/power bottom sub.

♱ mel is the type of sub who has dom energy but channels that into being the most pleasure-seeking power bottom sub ever!! that doesn't mean she doesn't care about your pleasure, but she prefers receiving compared to giving when engaging in sex with you.

♱ she loves to grab at your ass when you're strapping her in missionary to force you to fuck into her deeper, harder, and faster, "more. give me more." + "are you going to fuck me? or slack off the entire time?"

♱ bratty asf!

♱ when you finally do put her in her place, she's speechless. you have her in doggy style, forcing her back into a painful arch as you manhandle her hips up and down on your strap--you unmoving as her warm walls slide smoothly along the thick ridges of the plastic dick. her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mouth forms a perfect O shape, "uh-uh-uhng fuck! mmph!" + "yes! yes! yes! f-fuck!"

♱ when you're eating her out, she's much like jinx, tangling her hands in your hair while grinding her messy cunt along your mouth.

♱ wants to be filled up. (chronic breeding kink)

♱ to add to that, mel ikes to roleplay as if she's forcing you to cum inside her, wrapping her legs around your waist, strong grip trapping you. her voice is dripping with desire, a need to be claimed--taken, "yes, my sweet. cum inside me. don't you fucking pull out."

♱ the times when she does touch you, she's looking deep into your eyes as she does so, needing to see the way she affects you.

♱ tribbing princess! she twerks her ass on your cunt like she's made for it, "yes, honey, i looove that... fucking cunt's so wet f'you, love."

♱ i have an inkling that mel likes being punished... she craves someone who will force her to take responsibility and accountability.

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abby: a MEAN ass hard dom. just plain mean.

♱ abby is EVIL. like the meanest on this list. she FUCKS. HARD.

♱ she doesn't like subbing, i fear! she likes receiving but not subbing.

♱ if you thought sevika was mean, you've got another thing coming if you don't think abby is much worse. the way she taunts and borderline bullies you when she fucks you is criminal (criminally hot).

♱ ex. of "taunts and borderline bullies you": "take it. take this shit. why you runnin', huh? you were beggin' me to fuck this fuckin' cunt just a second ago, right, slut? so you'd better suck it up and just take it." + "yeeeahh, you nasty little whore. takin' daddy's dick sooo well, babe." + "mm, fuck!! you need this dick. you need this fuckin' shit."

♱ daddy is what she wants to be called. plain and simple. if you slip up and accidentally call her abby when she's in it, she's pressing herself deeper inside of you, thrusting in you painfully, "what did you say, bitch? what did you fuckin' say?!" + "not my name, baby. 's daddy to you. daddy's the one who makes this pussy gush."

♱ will fuck you in front of a mirror and force you to keep eye contact with her regardless of whether it's her cock or her fingers drilling your hole.

♱ eye contact is important for her, she's slapping you across the face if you divert your eyes away from her own after she specifically ordered you not to, "the fuck?! told you to look at me, princess. look at me when i'm fucking you, kay?"

♱ slaps you! chokes you! gags you! ties you up!

♱ her tough facade slightly cracks when she gets lost in the way you're rolling your hips in a circle, clit rubbing against hers, "s-shit's gonna make me nut, baby." + "fuuuck! that pussy's perfect, babe."

♱ yes, she says "nut" when talking about cumming unironically. sue me.

♱ the thought of breeding you, getting you pregnant has her FERAL. the first time she heard you mutter a quiet "cum in me, daddy." had her hips stuttering for a second, eyes flashing with feelings of an almost primal instinct. the only thought that was running through her mind at that moment was ‘breed. breed. breed’, "f-fuckin' hell, angel. do you want daddy to cum in you? put a baby inside you?" + "wanna get you fuckin' pregnant. gonna fuck you until my cum is spilling out."

♱ CEO of daddy kink and rough, nasty sex.

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ellie: a switch with an unknown(?) preference.

(playful/chill dom + shy sub)

♱ ellie is a bit more laid back/chill when it comes to domming! she's not super big on punishments and rules and all that jazz (unless you asked her to be) and she enjoys you willingly submitting to her without having to do too much.

♱ an enjoyer of fun, and sometimes silly sex.

♱ she loves to talk to you and embarrass you a little bit! if you're noisy or audibly wet, you're not hearing the end of it from her, "daaamn, babe. you hear that? you hear that, huh? 's me making that pussy wet." + "you're so loud, baby, you like puttin' on a show, yeah?"

♱ (s)trap queen! she enjoys using it and having it used on her!

♱ she won't degrade you as much but she occasionally mixes it in with her usual praise, "fuck, pretty girl. you really are a slut but... just for me though, hmm?" + "you look so beautiful all exposed for me."

♱ ellie can get possessive when she's in it. she's always using "me" and "mine" to verbalize her claim on you.

♱ the best at fingering on this list...

♱ her favorite way to be dominated by you is when you flip her over and fuck her from the back. it's such a pretty sight; her bent over with her back arched fucking back on you while you pin her down, forcing her to just, take it.

♱ ellie likes it when you use her own words against her (from when she was dominant) and throw it in her face, "you hear that, ellie? you hear that little pussy getting wet for me, huh?" + "you're so loud, ellie. gonna wake up our neighbors."

♱ wants her ass slapped raw.

♱ she goes "uugh, uh, uh, ungnh, f-fuuck!!" when you fuck her. she gets very overwhelmed with how good she's feeling and blacks out.

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