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drunk reader trying to make out with Ellie in the backseat of a taxi x mostly sober Ellie trying to get her to settle for tender affection because of the driver
ohhhh to be in this position with her 😩 TW: lazy writing
“wowwww, thank you uber driverrrr” you slur, climbing into the backseat of the car. your girlfriend grips your arm tightly in her hand, trying to keep you balanced
the driver gives you an irritated stare that you don’t seem to notice, but ellie picks up on it
“sorry about her. i’ll leave a good tip” ellie laughs, getting in the car behind you
you lean in close to her, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, you pout as she shrugs you off
“seatbelt” she says like a demand
“mmmphhh” you whine, ignoring her and pressing your lips just under her ear “you smell so good”
“you’re wasted” she smirks “sit in your seat” she says it in her serious, no bullshit tone
“baby” you whine, moving your kisses down her neck
“how’d you even get so drunk? i swear i only took my eyes off you for twenty minutes” she teases
“m’ not drunk” you lie hopelessly, still leaving sloppy kisses on her skin
“oh really? totally sober, huh?” she jokes, pushing you off her gently
“kiss me” you pout
“babe, be respectful. seatbelt. now.” she demands
you scoot back with a pout on your face “you’re so mean”
ellie leans over and buckles you into your seat “there, look how pretty and safe you look”
you lift your legs, resting your feet on her lap, needy for any contact
ellie starts to massage your calves “do your feet hurt?” she asks. you always wear the worst shoes, and you never learn your lesson
“mhm” you frown, looking down at your heels
ellie frowns back at you “I’ll rub ‘em when we get home, okay?”
“will you make me pasta too?” you ask, clearly pushing your luck
“you’re spoiled, you know that?” she teases as her hands move higher up on your legs
“I’m not spoiled at all, you won’t even kiss me” you complain stubbornly
she takes your hand in hers and brings it up to her lips, placing a slow, tender kiss on your knuckles “i know. i’m so evil. but yeah, pasta. whatever you want, it’s yours… when we get home”
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୨ৎ 0.6k very oddly specific times when you just simply need your girlfriend Ellie ₊˚⊹⠀♡. 🐑 mostly fluff and cutesy relationship stuff.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’re on your period and the cramps are getting so bad that you can’t sleep. during your time of the month, Ellie will always volunteer to come over and hold her girl so that you can sleep—because the only time the cramps seem to soothe is when her arms around you and her fingers are massaging the bottom of your back.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’re sick. Ellie hates it when you get sick because she hates seeing you so weak, but she also secretly loves being able to take care of you. she loves helping you bathe, brushing your hair, and picking out cute pjs for you to wear to bed. she also adores tucking you into your blankets like a little tiny burrito.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you ace an assignment you have been working hard on. you love sharing your victories with Ellie because your girlfriend always makes you feel like the smartest girl in the world. she’ll jump happily with you, picking you up and twirling you around before peppering your face with kisses. she’ll also take you out to dinner to celebrate the good grade.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’re window shopping. even when you don’t want to spend money and just simply look around at what’s new, you miss her the most when she’s not by your side. you love pointing out what’s cute and what you’d like to decorate the both of your’s future apartment with.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’re crying because of a tv show’s ending. there’s nothing better than your sweet girlfriend hugging you and rubbing your back after one of your favorite tv shows ends..
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’re out with a group of friends and feel a little anxious. you’re not usually super outgoing or like hanging out with people for long periods of time because your social battery depletes very quickly. so, you especially want Ellie whenever you’re ready to go and don’t quite know how to say it. she always notices it though—by the way you look around quickly and squeeze her hand tighter. & she always makes sure to be the one to initiate leaving first so that you don’t feel embarrassed.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’re about to fall asleep but still feel talkative. in those quiet moments where you two are just facing one another and Ellie watches as your words become slower and more slurred with sleep. how she’ll caress your cheek and your hair, letting you babble until you’re snoring softly against her chest and she’s kissing your forehead lovingly.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’ve had a very long day and are too tired to take off your makeup. Ellie would do it for you, simply telling you to lay down and that she’d just take care of you. your girlfriend would wipe everything off, wash the makeup away, and apply your favorite skin care—because well, she knows you. & she knows how you do everything since she likes to watch you get ready and unready; she really just likes admiring her baby.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ it’s storming outside and you want to watch a scary movie and pretend it’s fall.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’ve ordered food and are too scared to answer the door because you don’t want to get kidnapped. yes, you have a fear of this, and for perfectly good reasons. Ellie will always be the one to answer the door and tell you not to answer if she’s there. she’s always aware of what you’re scared about and knows that she would rather make you feel protected than call you a baby about it.
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art!student!ellie x music!student!reader
headcannons, a blurb, & a smau all in one <3
college au. loser ellie. pure fluff. no warnings!!
3k words ~ 14 minutes, not proofread
— ♫ when the long awaited acceptance letter from the university of washington arrived on your doorstep, to say you were excited was an understatement — having grown up with nobody to talk to except an empty notebook and a half-filled music sheet, the art of sound soon became your safe place, something you wanted so badly to blossom into a career.
— ♫ you packed your bags feverishly, despite the major upcoming move in your life and the fact that no one you knew was going to end up in washington, and therefore your social life were to end up thousands of miles away.
— ♫ and so the time finally came, you were slowly but surely moving into your first ever dorm.
— ✎ unbeknownst to you, the art student that lived just next door had noticed your appearance, and that mere glance was all it took for her to remain inside of her dorm until she heard your hustle start to die down.
— ✎ neighbor!ellie who decides from there on that if she ever were to interact with you — it would be very intricately planned, every word that would fall from her lips a practiced one. because… as she quoted to dina… “how the hell am i supposed to talk to her?”
— ✎ as expected, a college dorm’s walls are paper thin. ellie’s room has a stagnant smell of acrylic that seeps into yours, and in return your gentle strum of guitar and soothing pressing of keys lullaby ellie to sleep… sometimes.. maybe a lot of times.
— ♫ whilst ellie’s inevitable art block hits, she finds refuge in painting what she sees when she listens to your music. she’s surprised at how it doesn’t bother her — all your mistrums, your untuned instruments, your cacophonies when a piece doesn’t go your way — she sees art in it. whether it’s haphazardly crafted strokes of a paintbrush or a certain landscape she can imagine the song taking place in, she’ll paint it until the pestful block starts to fade.
— ✎ neighbor!ellie who, before she even knows your name, owns a piece of your heart—or, rather, she knows of it—through your songs.
— ✎ neighbor!ellie who very quickly learns your name after dina, her dormmate whom she met freshman year, somehow finds your social media account…s. like all of them.
— ♫ you tend to practice scales when you’re anxious or in your head. one day, your scales become messy and as they restart over and over, ellie knows your having a rough day.
— ♫ you start to become familiar with canvases being leaned against the wall. a simple, hollow, wooden thunk becomes strangely comforting to you.
— ✎ neighbor!ellie absolutely refuses to look directly at you when you pass her in the hallway. she’ll suddenly become very interested in her phone. or the carpet. or literally anything else.
— ♫ meanwhile, you’re thinking: “does my neighbor secretly hate me?”
— ✎ there have been many, many instances where ellie holds the door open for you and you have to awkwardly speed walk before thanking her. ellie will then continue to think about that small “thank you!” for the rest of her day—“she gave me a look dina, i swear to god!”
— ♫ to make matters worse, ellie crowns you as the most polite person to ever grace the earth. you could give her a quick good morning and she will look at you like you just blessed her entire day.
— ♫ you throw away old music sheets all the time, piles upon piles of paper that were once fragments of your own brain. one day, a page slips out onto the hallway. ellie picks it up, and - well - instead of returning it.. she paints over the margins. small doodles touched with hints of watercolor. moths. stars and planets. foliage. after a huge mental dilemma, she quietly slips it back under your door.
— ✎ a soft hum of electricity shutting off wakes you up from your night of rest. your vine lights are dimmed, your lamp that you leave on the bathroom that previously brought you a sense of comfort now completely dark.
you huff an over-exaggerated sigh of annoyance, shoving your pillow over your face in a desperate attempt at blocking the sleep fatigue that threatened to seep into your skull.
you peel yourself from your bed with the unwavering force of a toddler on a tantrum, clad only in short-sleep-shorts and an oversized sweatshirt.
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” your words are swallowed by darkness. you search blindly for your phone, finally grasping onto it only to be met with the unforgiving brightness as the screen displays 1:27 AM. no notifications. no service. no power. fantastic!
you slip on your slippers before braving opening the door.
the hallway is brighter than your room, moonlight spilling through the stairwell windows at the very end. doors crack open one by one as sleepy, disgruntled students poke their heads out, mumbling confused curses to one another before retreating back inside.
someone down the hall dramatically groans, someone else cheers because they “don’t have to finish their paper now.”
you roll your eyes before ultimately deciding to step out into the hallway and lean against your closed door. an unlocking noise brings attention to your left, your neighbor—who you could only describe as sweet and painfully awkward.
you see her step out, wearing an oversized (spiderman?) t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. her eyes appear startled as they catch onto yours and she huffs out a small: “hi.”
”hi, ellie.” you respond. and, in ellie’s mind, you seem as cool and as calm as one could possibly be. in her mind, she wants a sinkhole to miraculously appear beneath her figure and swallow her whole. or—she thinks—an alien invasion can take place and she’ll be ripped from the ground and sent up skywards. just so she doesn’t have to bear with her own self.
”…powers out.” she says, still refusing to look directly in your eyes. she brings a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear before immediately bringing her hand down to her side because, you look like a loser! idiot idiot idiot.
you laugh, ellie notices the way your nose crinkles and makes a mental note of it. “yeah i… hadn’t noticed.”
she laughs along with you before abruptly stopping, and you can tell that she feels stuck in her head. nerves, anxiety, and the fact that it’s the dead of night, can do that to a person. albeit your initial thoughts, you start to worry if it’s you that’s making her feel like this. if she sees you as the annoying neighbor making too much noise—but then you’re pulled back to when she slipped that paper under your door, and you’re met with a feeling of glee that you can and you will continue this conversation, and drive it to a point of meaning.
ellie can practically see the moment she shuts down, pulling on her ring and pinky finger with her other hand as she constantly shifts weight from one foot to the other. “well—“ she clears her throat. “i mean.. there’s never been a good time to,” she finally looks at your face then, stationary enough that you can start mapping out the constellations of her freckles adorning her nose.
“now’s a good time, don’t you think?” she gives a small nod in response, and you pinch your lips together. you never considered yourself an extrovert—far from that, actually—but you figured you’ve heard ellie be holed up in her dorm for far too many hours out of a day, feeling a spark of confidence to get her to actually talk. “what’s your number?”
ellie mentally scolds herself for jumping to the conclusion that your words echoed your actual thoughts. she stammers enough that she abides to just shutting up and grabbing her phone out of her pocket before handing it to you.
“perfect!” you exclaim sweetly, handing the phone back to her.
she takes it and tries not to think about the slight contact between your hands.
her eyes glance downwards at her own phone and she laughs to herself as she gives you a look, as to say ‘really?’. you opt to just smile at her in return.
coming to an embarrassing stop in thought, you no longer know how to drive this conversation.
luckily, as a surge of electricity sounds overhead, you no longer have to. as fluorescent lights begin to shine, you and ellie look around yourselves to see all hallway lights begin to shine. people groan at the blinding lights, while others cheer at the sight of power. you and ellie laugh breathlessly.
“oh thank god,” you mockingly cheer.
“yeah, i know.” she raises her hands slightly to accompany her words. so she talks with her hands, got it.
you come to a slight realization. “hey, you’re a sophomore, right?” she hums. “does this happen a lot?”
“umm,” she starts, in genuine thought. “once or twice, yeah. shitty electricity but there’s always a backup. seattle.. rain.. yeah.”
“mhm,” you raise an eyebrow at her, bursting out in a fit of laughter.
“wha—hey!” she gets angrily defensive once she realizes you’re laughing at her mannerisms.
“sorry, sorry,” the time must have seeped into delirium, must have brought you a high of giddiness as you couldn’t fend off the last dying fits of laughter.
”yeah yeah, keep laughing.” she crosses her arms and pokes her tongue against her inner cheek. the hallway has dimmed by now, replaced by exhausted college students.
“it was nice meeting you, ellie.” her face flushes and yours feels warm in return. “but, um… it’s like two in the morning and my bitch of a past self signed up for morning classes, so..”
“shit, yeah, of course,” she says, coming to the realization herself that all doors are closed and the hallway has been replaced with serenity. “have a nice night.”
you utter a small thank you in response before heading back into your dorm.
— ✎ neighbor!ellie who, now that you have her number, you text often for various reasons. a dorm upstairs blasting music way too loud and way too late in the night is your best option for a conversation starter!
— ♫ you also often text her before you start practicing any sort of instrument, insisting that it’s human decency to warn her and say that if she’s doing anything you can practice elsewhere. without fail, she’ll always let you. she insists that that’s human decency.
— ✎ this slowly turns into a somewhat-friendship with her. texts become more frequent, slowly learning more and more about eachother through your phones—despite only a wall between you two.
— ♫ one evening, the faint smell of weed drifts through your open door. you don’t think, grabbing your phone and using the scent as an excuse to talk to her.
you brave yourself, simultaneously giving yourself a mental pat on the back for actually saying yes. you glance once in the mirror, before deciding that it would be awkward if you actually did fix yourself up considering she’s right next door—and then you decide that you’re thinking way too much of this and you need to quiet your mind.
crossing over a mere doorway, you knock on her door once before it swings open in your face. instead of ellie—you’re met with a shorter brown-haired girl, internally scolding yourself that you’re barging in on someone else hanging out with ellie.
needless to say, you’re introduced pretty quickly and the conversation slews into short small talk whilst ellie stays quiet, having known where you grew up; your family; your dating life (which was a rather fast topic to be brought up by dina); and your music taste from the short time you two were friends.
by the time you three were situated across ellie’s dorm (read: ellie on her bed, your back against it, and dina sprawled on the floor), you’ve begun to feel afloat; senses overloaded yet dizzingly calmer.
it’s been silent for a bit, chatter calming down as the three of you focus on other things. ellie seems to be lost in thought staring at the ceiling whilst dina types vigorously on her phone. it continues, both the silence and her typing, before she aggressively gets up and sighs, “jesse’s giving me shit. i have to go, el, sorry. it was nice meeting you as well,” she waves to you and you smile in return. ellie gives a noncommittal goodbye.
without any thought, you ask ellie, “jesse?”
“mhm,” she says, before realizing that wasn’t any form of an answer. “boyfriend.” she states simply.
“oh.” in all honesty, you thought that maybe ellie and dina were a thing. a thing once maybe—you hadn’t expected dina to have a boyfriend, you thought she seemed like the type to either have a flirty friendship or a secret girlfriend. you can’t really make an assumption on someone when you’ve only seen them high, either, so you push your thoughts backwards.
ellie’s voice pulls you from your head. “m’why’re you down there? come up here, s’nicer and i can see’your face.” she states simply, words rushing together.
without any second thought, you climb up to her bed and collapse beside her, arms and legs touching. as you look up, you start to wonder what part of the ceiling was so interesting to her. or what thoughts occupied her mind—if any of them contained fragments of you.
it seems now you are the one lost in their head. because when you turn to look at ellie, she is already looking in your direction. you are met with verde eyes—yet there is a red hue surrounding the iris that makes her look absolutely gone, and thus you are sent into a fit of laughter.
ellie poses a mock-offended expression, as you explain through a fit of laughter: “dude, you are such a lightweight!”
she stutters and hits you playfully in the arm instead of attempting to string together coherency.
“you had like—two hits and you’re giggling like a fucking idiot so you must be a fucking… lightweight too.” she laughs lightly alongside with you, eyes blown wide.
“god, i have tears in my eyes, holy shit,” you continue.
if you could describe how you felt right now in one word, it would be flying.
you wake with a dry mouth, blaring headache, and a weight pressed down on you—that ellie takes the form of. her head is nuzzled in your neck, body curved awkwardly against your side as she breathes quietly, dead to the world and most certainly in a deep sleep. you bring a hand up to shield your eyes as they adjust to the brightness, trying your hardest not to jostle the girl on top of you awake.
your efforts prove futile, much to your dismay, as ellie wakes with a strong inhale and an arm instinctively wrapping around your waist as she tries to bury herself further into you.
the sun was ellie’s biggest enemy, for it dawned its brutal breath on her sensitive features and stabbed at her retinas. her mind was racing, thoughts barging at the edge of her skull, frantically chasing around—the total opposite of the sluggish feeling of her movements. her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as the lingering ash settled in the back of her throat.
she fights against her lethargic state, trying desperately to untangle the knot of her body on top of yours; all the while your hand stays planted between her shoulder blades in an attempt of comfort. “fuck—m’sorry, i don’t know when we..” she trails off, looking off in embarrassment.
you wave it off and pull her down towards you again. “no, s’fine. we can sleep, ‘still early,” your words are sluggish, failing to catch up with the spinning room around you.
“what about your morning classes?” ellie asks, slowly blinking herself awake, body snug comfortably in your arms and head resting against your collarbone.
you groan dramatically and whine her name, “don’t wanna think about that right now,” you complain, eyes slipping closed.
“why, rather think about me?” she teases, her grin wrapped around her speech practically audible. all she receives is a muffled sigh of annoyance from you. she slightly shakes you, “come on, you actually do need to get up.”
“says who? can’t even get up—you’re practically on top of me.”
“did you want me to get up?”
“no, i want to sleep—“ she starts backing away from you, “—ugh, ellie—“ you pull her forearm. she nearly topples over you, thighs braced on either side of your waist, face mere inches from yours. a hand reaches up on the mattress beside your face before moving to cup the side of your face. it heats under the weight of her palm.
“say stop and this ends right now,” she mutters, voice merely a whisper.
you glance at her lips, deciding you don’t trust your voice enough. you practically see the thoughts running in her head—her eyes flickering between yours.
you pull her face down onto yours, allowing her lips to fall gently yet impatiently against yours. she smells—tastes of—danger, of weed, of everything you hate and everything you could possibly need. her remaining hand comes down to cradle your head, pulling away for a moment only to gaze at you before she connects your lips again.
flying, you think, is merely an aspect of falling.
can u do an older ellie x high school student reader? also ellie pampers her a lot
──── 1.4k ୨ৎ sugar mama ! 𖦹 ۪ ࣪ ִ 🧸 older! ellie x high school! reader, sugar baby-ish, reader is 18+ & in her senior year, super coquette & girly reader, dom! / butch! els, gentle w reader, fluff, + suggestive nsfw.
juls note i’m sorry this is so short :c i’ve had no inspiration to write lately & have been working on the last chapter of run for the hills. hopefully i’ll have my inspiration back within the next few weeks ♡
baby doll 🍼 ୨୧ : good morning <3
mama els ♡ 🐇 : use my amex card.
baby doll 🍼 ୨୧ : how did u know i was gonna ask that lol
mama els ♡ 🐇 : you’re awake & breathing, love.
that basically sums up your relationship with Ellie. you met her on a dating app and at first, you were only looking for a sugar mama, but after going on a date with her.. yeah, you were hooked.
not only was she fucking hot, but she was loaded, too. it was basically the perfect situation for you to end up with going into the last couple months of your senior year. despite not particularly having plans for college, you wanted to at least secure yourself some money. even if it meant sending photos of your body to an older woman.
Ellie never asked for it though. you didn’t really know why she swiped right on your profile. you didn’t have an about me and asked everyone to message you via the app’s integrated messaging system.
she was polite and all she asked is that you go on dates with her every Friday. you had grown to love them, actually. spending time with her was.. fun. in more ways than one—sexually, emotionally, and spiritually. being with her was like lifting a weight off of your shoulders.
you forgot about your parents nagging and the college applications you had yet to submit. instead, you simply basked in her attentiveness; which she gave you without you having to ask. she was always like that—making sure you were taken care of.
“do you like that?” she’d ask, and then swipe her card. new purses, new clothes, new makeup, and new jewelry; whatever you desired was yours. not because you begged for it, no, you never had to ask. it was different than anyone else who did business like this. Ellie simply paid for everything.
without a care in the world, either. “you don’t have to ask,” she’d remind you. “just send it to me, and i’ll buy it.”
after a while, you felt guilty. you were sure she had spent well over $200k on you. she never told you what she did for work, but if it secured her this much money, you didn’t bother to keep asking. now, you were wondering if she was simply doing this because she liked the power of it all.
having money and spending it on whatever. you wondered if she did this because she had too much money. you never saw her by anything for herself, ever. if anything, she only owned suits, shoes, colognes, a fancy car, and a fancy house. she didn’t take pride in owning so much, but for you, she gave you everything.
after a night out, you decided to ask her where all of this was going. you two didn’t have a contract, it wasn’t like you were legally bound to stay together. it wasn’t.. like you two were dating, anyway.
“Ellie.” you said her name, glancing towards the side of her face. she was driving you back to her home, one hand on the steering wheel and the other caressing the bare skin of your thigh. she squeezed the flesh and hummed in reply. “where is this going?”
she raised a brow, “where is what going, darling?”
“us.”
Ellie’s foot grew a little heavier on the petal. she swallowed, but her motions on your thigh didn’t cease. her lips curled upward after a moment, “where do you want it to go?” she questioned. your throat dried and you thought for a second.
where did you want this to go?
after all the time you had been spending with her, you both had grown rather close. close enough to simply talk for hours without having sex or anything like that—but simply spending time together like couples would do; watching movies and cuddling on her sofa.
you liked her company. craved it even—especially when you were lonely or stressed. missed her hands on you and the way she spoke so tentatively and softly into your ear. how she knew you like the back of her hand and would drop anything to come and get you if you weren’t feeling well.
she had become like your girlfriend. not a sugar mama.
“i want..” you started, cheeks growing warmer. “more than just whatever this is right now.”
this made Ellie’s eyebrow raise. she glanced at you quickly before looking back at the road. her fingers grazed the inside of your thighs before her entire hand squeezed your flesh. she smiled, “yeah? and what does that intel, beautiful?”
she was making you feel squirmy. it was obvious that she wanted you to say it first. she wanted you to be the one to initiate a relationship. be the one who thought of what you needed and she’d be provide it in any way that she could.
“being.. your girlfriend..” you murmured, biting your bottom lip softly. it was so obvious how nervous you were—Ellie could feel it. in the atmosphere, in the tightness that was your posture, and the sudden tenseness of your thighs.
she smiles to herself, licking her lips. “my girlfriend, yeah?”
“stop!” you whine and she laughs. she was teasing you by repeating everything that you were saying. she was drawing it out of you inch by inch, and it was too embarrassing. “you’re embarrassing me.”
Ellie chuckled, “ah, don’t be embarrassed baby,” she cooed, bringing her free hand to come and rub your cheek. “i love when you’re all flushed and nervous around me.”
pulling up to her house, the automatic gates swung open as she drove through. once parked, she turned to look at you, a smug smirk on her lips. her green eyes glanced up and down at you, almost as if she was admiring what was now strictly her’s.
“do you know what it means to be my girlfriend?” she questions, voice warm and suddenly darker. your eyes widen and you glance away, trying to stop the sudden flush that was creeping up your neck.
Ellie’s voice when slightly deeper always made your stomach flip and curl inward. it was hot, yes, but it was also almost intense in a way that made it feel like she was interrogating you. “i think i do.”
“do you?” she tilted her head. “i have a lot of.. boundaries. if that’s what you call it now a’ days.” her tongue darts out again, unable to stay still. “can you handle them?”
your heart beat picks up, and you try to put on a faux illusion of confidence; though she has you absolutely melting into a puddle. “depends on what they are.” you say and she simply chuckles again. you were cute when you were trying to play it off that she wasn’t making you nervous.
“yeah?”
bringing a hand again, she grabs yours and pulls you to her side of the car. you squeak, but she does all the moving. she leans back in the driver side seat, allowing the manual slide to adjust to her new position. Ellie eases you onto the top of her lap, hands skimming up your short dress. “you can handle them?” she whispers.
“all to myself,” her lips find your neck. “you can’t talk to anyone else like you do with me, you can’t show off what belongs to me, and you certainly can’t stay away from me for too long.” chapped and warm, she leaves kisses down the skin of your neck until she reaches the strap of your dress.
her head dips as she bites it, “you’ll get whatever you want. no matter how expensive it is. you’ll get me, you’ll get presents and gifts, and you’ll be completely taken care of,” her breath grazes against your ear once she leans back up. “pampered like the princess you are.”
you sigh, closing your eyes at her ministrations.
“E-Ellie,” your lips tremble. “i just want to be yours—i don’t care about the money.. i just want you.”
her lips curl up. she knew you didn’t care about her money. or well, you didn’t after the first few months of spending time together. it has become more than that. more than a transaction of dates for money to dates for love, and dates for the sake of spending time together.
her money is just a bonus, sure, but you only care about being able to be with her. “you’ve got me, baby.” her teeth nips your ear. “m’ all yours.”
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hi guys!! sorry about the tiny hiatus :( ive been supererrr busy and im tryna catch up on writing!! heres part five for you cuties :) - use of y/n , flirting , petnames (baby, pretty) ready being horny on the DL
this made me giggle i too am insanely nosy 👀 who am i to deny your curiosity 👀👀
so basically college!au with dormmate ellie, who usually keeps to herself and is very guarded, and reader are brought together by the big bad antagonist of a storm and things escalate from there as they get to know one another 🤔🤔
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