reader is Afab, so is vi, not proofread and has shit grammar IK
no use of y/n
cw: NSFW you’re in charge of the content you consume, so consume with care, oral, strap-fuck, f/afab reader, top vi, fingering, tit lover vi propaganda, scissoring, etc.
first tumblr writing post, low-key giggling
SFW!
Rockstar!vi who.. Met you at some stuffy event after party, I mean obviously you had heard of her and vise versa but never actually talked. One thing lead to another and you were smoking together on the roof of the building, far to brutally honest with each other high than your manager would have liked.
Rockstar!vi who.. Is so fucking toxic and so are you at the start of your situationship of sorts. You’re both far to jealous for casual, but to used to the freedom of being fully single to commit.
Rockstar!viwho.. once broke a girls nose at a club you were both at. You were abiding by the established non commitment between you and Vi so (half in hopes of getting VI’s reaction) you ended up making out with some random brunette. You got a reaction… it was just extreme.
Rockstar!vi who.. got dragged out of said bar by you, and had the biggest sad puppy eyes the entire time after when she was getting lectured.
Rockstar!vi who.. once you started actually dating is just with you at all times, backstage after a concert, at your house, if your there, so will she.
Rockstar!vi who.. on the same note, is almost always touching you. A hand on the hip, intertwined pinkies, arm around your shoulder, keeping you seated in her lap instead of another chair, etc.
Rockstar!vi who.. refuses to let you pay for anything. Even though you can and she knows it, hell you’re both famous music stars, you could pay for the entire shop if you so wanted, but even so Vi always steps in front of you with her card anyways.
Rockstar!vi who.. keeps you perched in her lap during her band practice. I couldnt decide if she would (along with singing) play the guitar, drums, or bass, but in the case of bass or guitar she would force Ekko (he’s in the band and no one can tell me no) to let her practice sitting just so you can be on her lap with her.
Rockstar!vi who.. Favourite nicknames for you are, baby, angel, dollface, honey, babydoll, and on rare occasions she hits the “hey mamas” lmfao
NSFW! 😛😛
Rockstar!vi who.. looooooooooves backstage stuff. She’ll come backstage right after her set finishes and as soon as she can she’ll be dragging you to her dressing room and onto the couch. Hands tugging at clothes, pulling you onto her lap. atp she just has a strap in her backstage bag because of how often it happens, and it’s the big one too, textured and rough. The one vi can swear she feels when she fucks you with it, because of how she angles it so that the base of the dildo rubs against her clit
Rockstar!vi who.. When you finish a concert she’s a little slower, let’s you have your moment of laughing and adrenaline. Then her lips are on yours, pressing hard enough you can feel every dry crack in them, picking you up and throwing you onto the couch of your dressing room with ease. She buries her head between your thighs most nights, kissing and biting and licking down your upper thighs until she finally reaches your sopping cunt, groaning like she’s the one getting fucked as soon as her tongue burrows into your folds.
Rockstar!vi who.. fucks you in the back of her car after stuffy events. She’ll be impatient, bored, and frustrated by the end of whatever gala or charity event she had to make an appearance at and what better way to blow off steam than her favorite girl?
Rockstar!vi who.. whenever your stumped on song lyrics for a new album or single, sits on your couch with you, her chest against your back, fingers snaked into your pants (if your even wearing any). She claims she’s helping you “get inspired”, and slows her pace whenever you haven’t written anything in a while. Making tight little circles on your clit with her thumb, middle and ring fingers pumping in and out of you, kissing your g-spot with every push. you swear by the end She’s trying to scoop your soul out through your pussy. Majority of what you write in sessions like these is gibberish, but it’s the thought that counts…kinda
Rockstar!vi who…LOVES your boobs! No matter how big, small, perky, or scarred they are she just adores being able to come up behind you and squeeze and prod at them, even in public from time to time you have to smack her hands away from drifting up from your waist
Rockstar!vi who.. gets needy and whiny whenever youve been apart for too long.
Rockstar!vi who.. would much rather spend her nights on tour in a random hotel she’s staying at with you than any bar or after party. Tired, sweaty, bare skin sticking against yours as she lazily grinds her needy cunt against yours, whining when her clit catches against yours. She has Your right leg hooked over her hip so she can angle herself against you impossibly harder and closer, grinding her clit against yours with the perfect amount of pressure, sending the both of you over the edge with a whimper
Rockstar!vi who.. writes the filthiest lyrics about you and what you do together, if your ok with her sharing it, it’s going into a song.
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i can’t stop thinking of boaster butch vi who’s rugby team captain and is actually so inexperienced 😩😩🤤
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u get me because ouhhh the concept of vi being all cocky and known as a player because she makes out with tons of girls at parties but is actually a huge virgin and, though not completely lost on what to do, still needs so much guidance. you teach her how to move her fingers, touch your breasts, and talk dirty in your ear even if she’s awfully embarrassed to do the latter in the beginning.
and the concept of cocky rugby player vi being a huge bottom, too. big time subby bottom who aches to relax and let go completely by having you take the reins. i envision her fave position being missionary as you fuck her with a strap because she can hold your face and whimper into your mouth properly.
head canons of taking care of bsf ellie while she's sick !
ellie williams x fem reader
❤︎ contains: fluff, r & e clearly likes each other, flirting, ellie being adorable
ᯓ★ Ellie never admits when she's sick, until it's painfully obvious. Red runny nose, flushed cheeks, and droopy eyes.
"Ellie," you say softly, cupping her heated cheeks with both of your hands. "You sick, hun?" Her skin was shockingly warm.
"What? No, I'm not." She sniffled, her immune system immediately backfiring on her.
"You're literally shivering, Ells."
"I'm just cold..."
"Your face is beet red."
"You just make me...blush?" The silly lie makes you chuckle.
ᯓ★ Ellie becomes incredibly clingy with you. To the point where you felt like you had another human attached at your hip.
"Where you going?" Ellie mumbles from the couch, dissapointed at the paused contact, you were letting her lay her head on your lap. Her voice was deep and raspy, causing it to sound quite rough.
"I'm just gonna get you some water," You frown, the brunette's needy hands gripping your shirt.
Ellie eyerolls, and tucks the blanket higher to her neck.
A few seconds go by, returning with a water bottle in hand and cough syrup. Ellie looks away from your gaze, a grumpy expression on her face.
"You're seriously mad because I got up for like, two seconds?"
"No. Get back here," Another grip at the end of your top, pulling you to her lap.
You sigh softly, but before you could get off of her, her head rests on your shoulder.
"Stay, please. It's so cold."
"Ellie.."
"Please, Y/n? I'm sooo comfortable right now." Her head nuzzles further into your warmth.
ᯓ★ Along with her cold, the fever she was facing made her really honest with her words. It's almost like she's drunk.
"You're really pretty, you know that?" She suddenly mumbled.
You giggle, spoon feeding Ellie chicken soup. "Why thank you. You're not too bad yourself."
"Yeah..like your face. I love your face. It's my favorite face. You look like a doll...doll face."
"Ellie, are you seriously flirting with me while half asleep?"
"I'm awake." She frowns, and swallows a spoonful of soup.
A second passed.
"Not for long. You're so tired you're spouting bullshit right now."
"No, Y/n. Listen, I'm not done!"
"No, no, that's enough of that." You coo jokingly, booping her nose. "You know, you're really cute when you're sick."
"I'm always cute." Ellie grins, swiping her mouth clean with her sleeve.
ᯓ★ She absolutely loves when you run your fingers through her hair to ease her comfort.
Ellie would never admit on a normal day how much she loves your caring nature towards her. She hasn't made a singular sarcastic comment this entire time!
The second your fingers ran through her brown hair, her eyes fluttered shut.
"Don't stop."
You smiled. "Wasn't planning on it."
Her breath hitches, sinking further into your hold.
"This might be my new favorite thing ever."
"What, me playing with your hair?"
She nodded, completely serious despite the fever making her words a little silly.
"The hair thing. The soft voice thing. The taking-care-of-me thing. It's all really nice."
You laughed, "You're acting like a big ass baby."
Ellie opens an eye. "Maybe I am one."
"Uh huh," you agree sarcastically.
"Yeah. And babies need attention. Lots of it." She shifts further, hiding against you, your fingers still massaging her scalp.
"You're unbelievable."
"No, I'm sick." Ellie corrects.
ᯓ★ Even after her sickness ends, she'll act like she still needs you to take care of her. She liked the extra attention you give.
The next morning, you noticed she was perfectly fine. But even if she's recovered, Ellie still acts like she's one inconvenience away from needing to be tucked back into bed.
"You don't need me to be your personal nurse anymore?"
Ellie froze for a second. "No, I still need you."
"You just said you're feeling better now, Ells."
"Better doesn’t mean I don’t need emotional support from you."
You snort, "Emotional support?"
"Yeah...like I still need you to play with my hair and make sure I drink water."
"Sounds like you just like being spoiled, hun. You're getting soft."
Pairing - Nerd!Ellie x Cheerleader!Reader 𑣲. tw - 18+ (smut)
Summary: You and Ellie were opposites. It wasn’t on purpose, things just were that way. She carried comics whilst your jock girlfriends carried everything for you. You didn’t even want to be at that party and neither did she. She also didn’t mean to fall in love with you. Things just happened that way.
a/n - first time ever writing smut, did it suck?
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The air outside was sticky and hot. It made your uniform cling to your skin and flyaways from your ponytails slick to your face. All you wanted to do was run yourself a cold shower and douse yourself in gardenia scented soap but your work on the football field wasn’t done.
Some girls weren’t hitting their stunts. Some were secretly texting their boyfriends thinking you couldn’t see them. Some flat out just laid on the turf like they didn’t even wanna bother with practice.
You huffed a frustrated breath out. It was nearing the end of the year. All the girls ran out of passion for the cheer team. And honestly? So did you.
“Practice’s over!” You started grabbing your bag. Already over whatever this mess of a cheer team. If you could even call it that.
You wanted to be angry. You should be. You were captain. You practically built this team. College was hard enough but having to keep nineteen girls in check till next season was something you weren’t prepared for.
You were good at being captain without all this burnout. You knew all the stunts and you could execute it perfectly. Ellie knew it too.
The girl who auburn hair lurked in the background. Watching practices from the bleachers when she thought nobody noticed her but of course, everybody did.
The girls on your team teased you everytime those mossy eyes were caught looking up your skirt, or eyeing the pencil that twiddled between your lip and teeth.
“Hey! Captain, I think you have a shadow.” You knew you had a shadow. A part of you wanted it to stay that way but the other, it was curious.
You knew her name, Ellie Williams. It rolled off your tongue after a few girls on the team told you all about her. They used words like…
“Quiet”
“Dorky”
“Weird”
Even heard the taunting, “Virgin” through the whispers of the campus walls. Though it only fueled the pit of curiosity inside of you.
The sun went down, casting a hue of purples and blues across the sky. You admired the view as you walked back to your dorm. You almost make it to your door before a head of brunette hair fills your vision.
Ah. One of the girls from the team. You were half certain this one’s name was Bella.
She excitedly bounced up to you. Clearly tipsy as she almost trips over her sneakers. She was one of the newer girls. Still settling into college, trying every drink in sight because of “the experience”.
You hated it. All of it. The experience. The cheering for football boys who were bullshit. The going class to class all to work some shitty job because a man took the good ones.
People equate being popular for being important. The experience was bullshit. All of it is.
“Are you paying attention? I asked if you’re going to the party tonight.” the overexcited cheerleader asked as she waved a shy hand in front of your face.
All you wanted to do was sink into the shower and forget all about summer so you nod to whatever shitshow she somehow invited you to and rush inside your dorm.
You lay your back against the cold metal door. Hearing her footsteps recede and a slight knock into a nearby wall before a giggle escapes into the air and all sign of her is gone.
Drunk cheerleaders and loud frat boys wasn’t how you wanted to spend your night but what can you do? It’s college. Some twisted part of you wanted to know if your skittish shadow had the courage to show up tonight.
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The sky was fully set now. Darkness falling abruptly onto the world. If you were truly responsible, you’d be tucked into bed or falling asleep on top of a textbook but not this night.
You found yourself wearing an outfit that your parents would refer to as “too revealing” and you were wearing shoes that future you would very much be sorry for.
Bella didn’t exactly give you an address but who needs one when you can just follow the hoards of people. The party comes into sight quick, the bass threatening to break through the soles of your heels. The air smells like firewood and weed as you near closer.
You don’t even make it to the first step before ear piercing squeals hit your ears. It only takes a moment at most before you see multiple girls trample each other on the sidewalk to get to your side. One of them, you recognize to be Bella from earlier.
“Oh my gosh! You look so hot!” One of the cheerleaders say.
The rest of them shout out more compliments to overthrow the previous. You feel the urge to roll your eyes at the fake interaction but you swallow it down.
“Thanks, I guess. Let’s head into the party shall we? This girl needs a drink.” You giggle as you grab a random cheerleader’s hand and start leading the way.
What you didn’t notice throughout that tiny interaction was the forest eyes watching your every move. The way your waist looked as you walked in that dress. The way you giggled in a way that made her heart flutter. The way your hand clasped together with those girls full of plastic.
Surely that meant you were plastic too. But no, Ellie knew better. She knew you had something underneath and it was something she found herself wanting more and more each day. When your body descends into the sea of people and your out of sight, Ellie returns her attention back to her friends.
“You are so wrong, Dina! Tell her, Els.”
Ellie looks between the pair. Dina and Jesse. They’ve all been friends since they found their way to this shitty college. They both knew about Ellie’s tendency to be…
Quiet. Always in a comic. Studying some weird sciencey project for a class she wasn’t even in.
But nonetheless, that’s what they loved most about her. Her obviously distracted eyes flickered back to the pair that was awaiting her answer.
“Uh..Els? You okay?”
Ellie feverishly nods her head. Faint red splotches painting her mocha spotted face. She tried to play it off but when has Ellie ever been smooth? She scratches her nape and her voice wavers as she scrambles past the pair, “Let’s just head inside, yeah?”
A part of her, is briskly walking away from her display of embarrassment but the other? Maybe, wants to see a certain cheerleader.
The party is packed, loud, and undoubtedly full of booze. Ellie smells it on every breath that wafts her way. Some of the frat boys even have it sticking to them like a second skin.
Inside, Ellie wants to sigh. She doesn’t belong here. She knows it. All it takes is for her to stand in a room full of drunk college folks to realize she’s nothing like them.
But tonight, Ellie would try to be. Which is why she signals to Jesse that she’s heading off for a second, weaving through crowds to people to make it to the drink table.
Where you happen to be, nursing a red solo cup filled with cranberry juice and vodka.
Your eyes almost immediately clashed with hers. You saw her. She saw you. And you knew it by the way her walking stammered a bit before picking up the pace again.
Her body weaved through others, eyes flickering between you and the bodies colliding with hers. You stared into your drink for a couple seconds. Wondering what this girl wanted from you.
It’s almost pathetic, you thought to yourself. Those thoughts dissolved as quickly as it came because before you knew it, Ellie was standing right next to you at the drink table.
Her fingers skipped past each bottle before landing on a clear bottle with a beige lable. You grimaced.
“There’s a reason that bottle is mostly full.” You shouted over the chatter and music. You almost think she didn’t hear you, but Ellie is always paying attention to you, even when her hands are shaking in nervousness.
“Never a good choice.” You lean over towards her, closing the gap between you too. From this angle, she can smell your perfume. It smells like florals and a bit of vodka from your breath. It’s enticing and you know it too. She can hear you more clear from this proximity. Ellie isn’t sure if that’s a good thing. Her nerves have her practically vibrating out her shoes. If you noticed, you don’t mention it.
You reach towards the back of table and grab a bottle that’s mostly empty. The lable is turned away from Ellie but she trusts your judgement as you pour a solo cup of this mystery drink.
“This is lighter than the other one. Try it.” Your gloss shines under the led lights in the room and Ellie tries her best not to look directly at your lips so she takes the cup and gulps down a big sip.
Her throat constricts for a second and she grimaces before coughing. Embarrassment burns at her face and she’s grateful you can’t see from the only lighting being blue led bulbs.
Ellie recovers from her coughing fit to see a gleam of entertainment in your eyes. The freckled girl didn’t fully understand why you were being so nice. It wasn’t a secret that you were a bitch.
You’re a cheerleader. You’re popular and you have popular friends so why would you take the time to pour a drink for a girl who was known for being a science geek with no campus life? Ellie didn’t get it but she also didn’t question it.
“Not a frequent party girl, are you?” Your lips turn upwards. A small smile shining through before you nibble on your bottom lip, muffling a giggle. Ellie nods as her lips find her cup once again. Though this time, she doesn’t cough like a maniac.
The conversation fizzles into an awkward silence so Ellie finds herself saying the first thing that comes to mind. Not letting this opportunity slip away.
“Where’s your cheerleaders?” The question is normal and light but Ellie’s palm still sweats around her solo cup.
Your eyes flick to Ellie’s mossy ones before scanning the area. You see a couple girls, most probably in other areas of the frat house. The question itself isn’t bothersome. Before, you would be estatic to talk about the cheerleader because it meant talking about you.
Now, it taste like acid in your mouth. Deep down, you knew none of that college hierarchy was meaningful. It was just pretend. But you still played along anyway, plastering a giddy smile on your face and taking a small sip of your mixed drink.
“You came over here to talk to me or my cheerleaders, Ellie?”
Ellie’s entire body turns towards you, drink sloshing in her cup. “What? No. Actually, I came here for a drink.” Her sentences trip over each other and you just stand there and watch. A part of you likes seeing Ellie all flustered. “Talking to you was a coincidence. I mean- it’s great but a coincidence.”
You giggle into the palm of your hand and set your now empty cup on the table. “You’re so easy to make nervous. Chill, Els.”
Ellie’s body tensed up at the newfound nickname. This was her first interaction with the cheerleader of her dreams and Ellie found herself seeing all her fantasies come true. You two didn’t notice that the party was getting more crowded by the second, too busy immersed in each other. Ellie couldn’t even see her friends from here and neither could you.
Bodies crammed closer to you too. The air was hotter and everybody was reaching for a bottle to get blacked out. Most of you in this party had classes the next day but nobody truly cared. Well, except for Ellie.
You eyed her when she took another sip of her drink. Her hand twitched a bit, nerves getting the best of her. You knew what being anxious felt like. You didn’t wake up one day so confident. You learned it and you perfected it. Which is why, today you were so thankful for your learned confidence.
You turned your body to Ellie. Her eyes a bit wide, waiting for you to speak. When you spoke, you’re sure her eyes got even wider.
“It’s crowded down here. Wanna head upstairs maybe?”
Ellie feverishly nodded before hurriedly leaving her drink on the table somewhere as she followed you through the crowds. Ellie was sure she passed Dina and Jesse but they were in the back of her mind. The only thing she had in her head right now was you.
The stunning cheerleader she’s had a crush on since the start of college.
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You both stepped into a dimly lit room. It consisted of a bed, a dresser, and a desk stacked with study books on it. Obviously belonging to a student who lived here but at this exact moment, it was empty so it was perfect.
Ellie’s stance was awkward. As if she didn’t know what to do with herself but you were different. You aimlessly walked around the room with no worry. Picking up random knick-knacks like you knew exactly how this interaction would go.
Your voice piqued up, “So, what’s your deal?” Ellie stopped for a beat. Maybe two. She didn’t meet your eyes, almost too nervous to speak. She stuttered for a second before landing on the right words. Her hands wiping sweat on her denim jeans.
“What do you mean?”
You sighed before ticking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You stopped near the desk, fingers gliding against the books stacked upon each other. The silence streched for a bit more before you spoke up again. Making Ellie’s body shiver with more nerves than before.
“Are you attracted to me Ellie?”
Ellie’s heart skipped a beat. Several at this point. The question made her body go tense and she suddenly felt like she was under a spot light. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Watching you saunter closer to her.
Your fingers guided loose strands of hair behind your ear as you took a few steps closer to Ellie. Your eyes peered up at hers.
She stuttered and tripped over simple words. You knew she was an introvert. A little more shy than others and you also knew how to fix that. Your arms wrapped around her neck, her blabbering coming to a calm close. Your hands found themselves on her nape and traveling to the roots of her hair.
Ellie’s eyes fell deeper into yours, welcoming your warm touch. She nodded to your question but that wasn’t enough for you.
“Say it.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a demand. And Ellie graciously obliged.
“I think you’re attractive.” She spit out. Somehow scared of how the confession will survive in the quiet room. But she didn’t have to be scared of long because before she knew it, your lips were on hers.
It was erratic and you didn’t even think twice about it. All you knew was that in the short time you’ve spoken to Ellie, it was natural. It wasn’t plastic or fake like those cheerleaders or those football girl hookups.
It was just you and Ellie. And you wanted so much more.
Ellie kissed you back and you swore your face was on fire. She kissed you faster, harder. Deeper. Ellie took ahold of your waist and guided you a few steps backwars until your back hit the cold wooden door.
You let a quiet whimper and you felt Ellie’s body tense before melting back into you. She kissed you until your lips felt numb, pulling back for a breath. Her eyes shone with a disbelief like she couldn’t believe you were actually here. The silence wasn’t awkward like before, it was full of you both catching your breath and tension that you both couldn’t handle.
After taking a few seconds to breath, you spoke. Ellie inches away from your face.
“I think you’re attractive too.”
Her hand fell from your waist and you heard a click from the door. By the time you noticed she locked it, her lips found yours once again.
Ellie was real. She was here and she was touching you. Her skin was soft and dotted like a fawn. She wasn’t fake. She wasn’t pretending like them. And that was all it took for you to give in.
You kissed her back. Your lips working into hers again, she tasted a bit like vodka and strawberry gum. It hurt like a bruise but you never once stopped. Not even to breathe. Cause in this moment, all you wanted, was Ellie.
And all she wanted was you.
Ellie pulled you closer into her as you kissed. Somewhere in all of that, you found both of you on the bed. Ellie was propped up by her elbows and you straddled her waist.
Her belt buckle digging into the skin of your thighs. Her hands now positioned to the swell of your ass. Your dress was slightly lifted, your lacy underwear making an appearance. The sight made Ellie almost groan but she held it down as you continued to pepper kisses around her lips and neck.
You peeled back from Ellie, meeting her eyes. Your voice was raw and red from the kissing but you spoke anyway. “Is this okay, Els?”
In that moment, Ellie felt her heart breating out of her chest. She never expected this to happen to her but now that she’s in the moment, she was going to cherish every second of your smooth touch.
Ellie whimpered out a small, “Yes” and that was all it took for you to scoot down and reach her belt buckle. The belt clattered somewhere to the floor as you tossed it off the bed.
Your fingers played around the band of Ellie’s boxers. You didn’t take off her jeans. Knowing that the auburn girl wanted your touch right now.
“Just touch me.” Ellie let out exasperatedly. She was needy and you loved every second of it.
You cooed to her, “Don’t be impatient, Ellie.”
Her body rolled into your hand, trying to find any relief from the sensation her body needed so bad. She looked so pretty under the dimly lit glow of the room, you just couldn’t deny her heaven.
Your fingers lightly drew up her slit. Her breath getting caught in her throat before she let out something mixed between a low moan and a sigh.
Her lips were parted and you dipped your fingers into her boxers. When your fingers brushed against her clit, Ellie let out a full moan. You giggled at her reaction, you felt a familiar sensation in your lower body.
Seeing Ellie propped up on the bed, face flush with pleasure. You never would have expected this but you weren’t complaining in any way.
“Right there. Right there.” Ellie repeated over and over like a mantra. Fists balled up into the duvet. You listened to her, applying more pressure at her request.
Your fingers did small ovals around her bundle of nerves. The wetness of her coating your fingers. Your finger dipped lower and lower until you found yourself circling her entrance.
Ellie bit down on her bottom lip to supress her moans. She doubt anyone could hear her over the music but she wasn’t taking any chances.
“How many do you want?” You leaned down and cooed into her ear. Ellie swore she smelled your perfume on your neck. It made her clench around nothing but air and she found herself whimpering, craving your touch.
Ellie couldn’t make sense of most of her thoughts, so all she could mutter out was one single word.
“Please.”
In any other scenario, you wouldn’t take that as an answer but for Ellie, you would. You plunged two fingers into her. Her face morphing into a state of ecstasy. Her mouth opened wide but nothing escaped. Until, you started moving. You found a steady rhythm, gaining speed as Ellie’s moans pitched high and higher.
You wanted to know how good you made her feel and so, “Does it feel good, Ellie?” You whispered into the shell of her ear.
She groaned at the sound of your voice so close to her. She nodded quickly. “Feels amazing. Fuck- feels so good.”
She cursed under her breath as you roughly rocked the palm of your hand against her clit. She was so sensitive and the feeling of you against her and inside of her was too much. Her moans got breathier, higher. Your fingers pumped faster, harder. You leaned back in Ellie’s lap to truly take in the sight of her.
Her hair straying, some sticking to the sheen of sweat coating her forehead. Her hips bucking up into you for more. The sounds of her moans and the way her cheeks flushed against the flutter of freckles.
You knew she was close by the way she clenched tightly around her fingers, beckoning you closer and closer. The sight made your throat feel dry and your panties damper by the second.
“Come on, be my cheerleader. Give it to me, Els.” Your voice wasn’t in Ellie’s ear this time but she heard you loud and clear. She fluttered against you and clenched harder than before as her face grew hotter. Her moan and curses slipped through her lips, falling off her tongue like she was waiting for this moment. The sound of her filling the room made you wetter each second.
“I’m your cheerleader. Always.” Ellie moaned out one last time before her face scrunched up in pleasure.
A flood of wetness enveloped around you but you didn’t halt the pumps of your fingers. Ellie was on the edge of overstimulation but she didn’t tell you to stop. The feeling of you inside her made her feel so complete, she didn’t want it to ever stop.
You eventually slowed, Ellie’s moans coming to a slow stop, ending in a breathy sigh. You pulled your fingers out of her. Before you fully pulled out of her boxers and denim, you slathered your fingers in her wetness. Ellie squirmed a bit, humming at the stimulation.
You smiled at the fucked out smile that was painted on her face. You were pretty sure you looked the same. You may not have came but seeing Ellie feel so good, you couldn’t help but feel like you did.
Your fingers slithered out of her pants, coming up to her smile. Her eyes peered up at you in confusion.
“Open, baby.” Her lips came to part and she sucked them till they shined with saliva. Humming around them as she felt your fingers lay against her tongue.
You were still on Ellie’s lap and the buckle of her jeans were still open. You could feel the bass of the music from downstairs and for the first time in a long time you weren’t thinking about the weight of being captain for something so stupid.
This was real. Ellie was real and you didn’t want to ever get off her lap. You weren’t going anywhere and Ellie knew that too.
Requested? No, based on my toxic ex!Ellie headcanons.
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The knock comes late, just past 9pm. You’re in an old tshirt and sleep shorts, hair messy from multiple nights of not sleeping properly, when you open the door and freeze.
Ellie is standing in the doorway like no time has passed. Soft black hoodie, sweat pants, that same quiet intensity in her green eyes. A few weeks of silence and she still looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters.
“Hey, sweet girl.”
Your stomach drops. “You can’t be here.”
She doesn’t move. Just stands there, soft and steady, like the doorstep was always hers.
“I know,” she says quietly. “I just- I needed to see you. I hate knowing you’re here all alone.”
You shake your head, already feeling the burn behind your eyes. “You left Ellie. You’re the reason I’m all alone. You said you didn’t need me. You said it was better this way. You don’t get to just show up and act like-”
“Baby.” Her voice is gentle, almost pained. “I would never say that. I think you’re confused. I would never tell you I didn’t need you. You’re everything to me.”
The words hit like a slap. You step back automatically and she follows, quiet and careful, closing the door behind her like she still belongs. The apartment feels smaller with her in it.
“No,” you whisper, voice cracking. “You walked out. You told me I was too much. You said you needed space and then you just disappeared.”
Ellie reaches up slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers linger against your cheek.
“I hate seeing you so sad, sweet girl,” she murmurs. “You’ve got it all twisted baby. I never stopped needing you. I was just overwhelmed. But I’ve been thinking about you every single day. Looking at old pictures. Hating myself for letting it get this far.”
Tears spill over before you can stop them. She makes a soft cooing sound and pulls you in. You should shove her off. You should tell her to leave. Instead your forehead drops against her shoulder and her arms come around you like they never forgot the shape of you. She holds you tight, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other stroking slow up and down your spine.
“I’ve got you,” she whispers into your hair. “I’m right here. You don’t have to be strong right now. I love you so much baby it fucking hurts.”
“You left me,” you whisper against her hoodie.
“No sweetheart.” Her voice stays calm, almost pitying. “You must have misheard me that night. Or maybe you were so upset it got mixed up in that pretty little head of yours. I would never say I didn’t need you. You’re the only thing I’ve ever l needed. Don’t cry princess.”
It’s unfair how easily she undoes you. You clutch the front of her hoodie and let yourself cry while she rocks you gently, whispering soft, manipulative words into your ear.
“Missed you so much… hated every day without you… hate seeing you hurt like this… let me fix it sweet girl. Please just let me fix it.”
Eventually your crying slows. You’re still pressed against her, breathing her in, and when she tilts your face up she doesn’t wait. The kiss is slow and careful at first, giving you every chance to pull away. You don’t. Your mouth opens under hers with a broken sound and she deepens it like she’s been starving, hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you flush against her.
“Let me take care of you tonight,” she whispers against your lips. “You don’t have to be strong. Just let me look after you. I love you. I’ve never stopped.”
You nod, defeated, aching for her and already folding.
She walks you backward into the bedroom like she still lives here. The lights stay off. She undresses you slowly, kissing every new inch of skin, murmuring quiet possessive praise between each piece of clothing that hits the floor.
“Still so soft… still so pretty for me… missed this body so much… never should have let you think I didn’t want it…”
When you’re completely bare she guides you down onto the bed and settles over you, weight warm and familiar. She kisses you for a long time, deep, unhurried, full of everything she claims she never stopped feeling, then works her way down your throat, your collarbones, the curve of your breasts. She takes her time there, mouth warm and gentle, sucking soft marks into your skin like she’s erasing the weeks you spent alone.
“Missed the way you taste,” she breathes, moving lower. “Missed every part of you. Especially the parts you think I didn’t care about.”
She spreads your thighs with careful hands and looks at you for a moment like the sight still undoes her. Then she leans in and drags her tongue through your folds in one long, slow stroke. You gasp, back arching, tears still spilling from your eyes. She does it again, and again, settling into a patient, devoted rhythm that has you trembling under her mouth. No teasing. Just steady attention.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” she murmurs against you. “Just feel it. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you. I love you so much.”
She works you open with her tongue and two careful fingers until you’re drenched and aching and quietly sobbing. Only then does she crawl back up your body, kissing you so you can taste yourself on her mouth. You feel her shift as she reaches into the nightstand, the soft sound of the strap, and then the thick head is pressing against your entrance.
She locks eyes with you.
“You want me inside? Want me to remind you who you belong to?”
“Please Ellie,” you whisper, begging, wrecked.
She kisses your forehead and pushes in slow, giving you every inch in one long, controlled slide. The stretch is perfect and familiar and almost too much after so long without her. When she bottoms out she stays there, forehead pressed to yours, breathing with you.
“Fuck. You still take me so well,” she says, voice rough with emotion. “Missed being inside you. Missed this. Never stopped needing this.”
She starts moving in deep, rolling thrusts, the kind that drag against every sensitive place inside you. Not rushing. Just long, passionate strokes that make your toes curl and your hands clutch at her back. She keeps kissing you between them, soft and filthy, whispering against your mouth while tears keep slipping from your eyes.
“You’re still mine... Feel how perfectly you fit around me? Look at you, still so pretty when you cry for me...”
One of her hands slides between your bodies to rub slow circles over your clit in time with her hips. The dual sensation builds steady and overwhelming. You’re clinging to her, legs wrapped around her waist, hands desperately grabbing at the sheets until her free one comes up to interlock with one of yours. Every thrust pulls soft broken whimpers and moans out of you that she swallows with another kiss. The tears keep falling. She kisses them away like they’re precious.
“That’s it, princess. Let go for me. I’ve got you. Always got you. Never stopped. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
“Ellie!” Your hand lets go of hers and your arms lock tight around her, sobbing through it, forehead against her shoulder, eyes squeezed shut.
She fucks you through the waves in the same deep, loving rhythm until you’re shaking and oversensitive and still trying to pull her closer.
She follows soon after with a low groan, grinding deep and staying there, face buried in your neck while she rides it out. For a long time afterward she doesn’t pull out. She just holds you, still inside you, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, tasting the salt of your tears.
“See?” she whispers. “I never left you. Not really. You’re mine baby. You’ve always been mine. I love you so much, sweet girl. So fucking much.”
You’re too far gone to argue.
“Promise?” You whisper, deep down knowing the truth but choosing to ignore it.
“I promise babygirl.”
She eventually eases out and cleans you up with gentle hands then pulls you against her chest under the covers. Her fingers stroke slowly through your hair while your heartbeat tries to settle. Every so often she presses another kiss to the top of your head and murmurs something soft that you know you shouldn’t believe.
But for tonight, with her arms around you and her voice telling you she never stopped loving you, you let yourself believe it anyway.
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"should we like kiss?" you chuckle and look at ellie "for the fans and the edits" you say, laughing and making ellie blush. "Idiot" she says, avoiding eye contact with you. "you're blushing! guys, she's blushing!" you say, laughing, ellie rolls her eyes and blushes even more. "stop" she says, making you laugh a bit more before you start apologizing, though it doesn't help much, with your hands on ellie's shoulders and your ridiculously big eyes looking at her apologetically, your lips pursed in a pout that slowly turns into a smug little smile when ellie says "it's fine" acting as if she doesn't care. but she does care. you’re all that matters, really, and she even forgets about the thousands of people watching right now. even though the moment lasted only a few seconds, looking at you always made time stand still. she clears her throat and turns back to the chat, which was still laughing at her and the way she acted whenever you were around.
note: This is my first ever fic so if you have any critiques lmk!! I’d love to hear what you think! :)
About a year has passed and you've been good, doing fine without her. So fine that you decide to go to some punk show in your area, it wasn't normally your scene but you decided it's better than being stuck in your dingy apartment all night.
You step into the dive bar, it was average and run down. The artwork on the walls was the thing that always caught your eye, you never got bored just looking at the flyers of the bands that played years before.
A few moments later they were announcing the next band, Drugstore Makeup. The name was familiar but not familiar enough to figure out why. Just then you see a girl on the side of the stage, partially hidden by the dusty curtain. The girl pushed a band member on stage, she looked pissed, when she turned towards the audience you immediately recognized her as Chloe, the blue haired girl that you had sworn never to speak to again, she saw you in the crowd, how could she not? You were the girl that broke her heart.
Chloe practically jogs off the stage and plants herself right in front of you, blocking your view of anything else but her
“What the hell?” She says, arms crossed and brows furrowed in confusion and something hurt.
“What?” You reply, you don't have any words, your throat dry all of a sudden.
“You’re joking,” She scoffs. “I haven't heard from you in a year and all you have to say is ‘what’?”
“Can we not do this here?” You say weaker, embarrassed.
Chloe rolls her eyes and nods her head towards the exit, you comply and follow her out, she grabs a cigarette from her pack and lights it up.
“Explain… please.”
You don't say anything for a minute, but the pressure of Chloe’s presence got too heavy.
“You said what we had was just a fling, so I kept it a fling you know? Summer was almost over and I had to go back to university so I figured it would be better for you if I just left.”
“Wow okay…” She pauses processing the information.
“You’re wrong, like dead wrong. I was actually planning on asking you to be my girlfriend that week.” She says flatly, stomping out the cigarette under her worn boot despite it not being finished.
“Shit, I’m sorry Chlo…” You feel the guilt burn in your chest.
“Don’t be, it’s not like you gave a shit about me anyways.” She grinds out.
“Hey,” you push her shoulder lightly. “You’re the one who treated me like some show horse!”
“What? I was in love with you, I brought you everywhere with me because I wanted to be with you. Is that so hard to believe? That I could love you?”
“Yes. What you’re saying is complete bullshit, you don't love me, you never did.” You bite back, but your voice was weaker than before, uncertain, maybe hopeful.
Chloe takes a step closer and slides her hand to rest on your hip.
“Let me prove how much I love you, please.” She leans in, pressing a kiss to your neck.
Your breath hitches as your head instinctively leans back for her.
“What about your band?” You try to find any excuse not to say yes, not that you didn’t want to, you were just so fucking nervous.
“They’ll manage… cmon.” She gives you a small smile, she loved seeing you give in, grabbing your hand and leading you to her van.
You duck into the van, the air is humid and smelt like weed but you were used to it from being around her before, it always clings to her clothes.
Chloe guides you down on her couch as she kisses you tenderly, she holds your thigh, hiking it up against her hip as her knee sinks into the cushion to press against you and kiss you deeper. Your hands sprawl out across her back pulling her closer as you grind against her thigh. Just as you were getting into it, Chloe pulls back to take her shirt off.
“Dont give me that look, you too.” She nods her head at your jeans, you oblige and strip your bottom half down to nothing.
She hums in gratitude and she looms over you and nudges your thighs apart, you look up at her with those eyes she loves so damn much.
Chloe dips her hand down to your slit, feeling how wet you are before making a snarky comment.
“All this trouble and you’re here dripping for me? Really?” She whispers with a smile.
“Shut up,” you smile back. “Just fuck me already, okay?” You hated how needy you were for a girl you hadn’t seen in a year.
“Okay.” Chloe replies softer, pressing a kiss to your head.
She inserts a singular finger twisting it in and out slowly, You breathe shakily against her neck, your hand moves to her wrist, needing more.
She gets the memo and adds a second finger.
“You like that, hm? Laying here for me and letting me make you feel good? Where’s that bitchiness now?” She teases in a condescending tone.
You moan, you couldn’t think about anything but chasing that orgasm that you crave so badly, instinctively rocking your hips against her fingers.
Chloe picks up the pace and starts pumping her fingers faster, curling them to give you exactly what you need.
You moan curses under your breath as you tremble, coming close to your release.
“Fuck-, I’m so close…” You manage to mumble out.
“Yeah? Cmon baby I got you.” Her hand comes up to your cheek, wiping a tear that had escaped out of pleasure.
She watches you intently as you orgasm, your thighs shake and you pull her into a hug after you come.
Chloe laughs a little, she always did love how sweet you were after sex. She moves off of you and pulls you against her bare chest, her fingers lightly scratching your scalp.
“Believe me now?” She asks with a knowing smile, a gentle one.
“What?” You ask a bit dazed.
“That I love you.”
“Oh, yeah… I love you too, Chlo.” You nuzzle your head against her chest.
A few minutes go by and you get that heat pooling in your stomach again.
“Want me to prove my love to you?” You speak up.
“Hm? You don’t have to, you know that.” She says calmly.
“I want to.” You partially cut her off.
Chloe just smiles, she adjusts her hips as you move off of her. You sink down to your knees.
“Get a lot of groupies doing this for you?” You ask jokingly.
“Oh I get tons of bitches, you have no idea.”
Your smile must’ve faltered because Chloe then quickly speaks up.
“Im kidding, sorry.” She guides your head up by your jaw to give you a sweet kiss, filled with promise and devotion.
You move and unbutton her jeans, you grip her jeans and underwear as you slide them down, Chloe gladly lifts her hips up for easy access. Once her clothes drop to the floor you’re on her pressing kisses to her thighs. You hold her thighs in place, knowing how much she loves to squirm and ride your face.
“Stay.” You laugh lightly.
“I’m not a dog…” She says, but she secretly loved it.
“Yeah? Didn’t you love me calling you a good girl?”
“Okay but that’s different!” She argues playfully.
“Uh huh…”
Before Chloe could continue arguing, you cut her off by sucking on her clit and flicking it deeply with your tongue.
Her back arches with a moan and she starts trying to grind against your face but you hold her down, you eat her out slowly and patiently as Chloe whines and begs for more.
“Please give me more, I’ll be so good for you baby…” She pleads.
You give her mercy and you pull her closer and eat her rougher, sliding your tongue in her entrance as deep as you can, moving your thumb to her clit and rubbing quickly.
“Yes! Right there, right fucking there!” She moans as she comes against your mouth, right on your tongue.
You lick her all over, cleaning up her mess until she's trembling.
You come up and settle back beside her, letting Chloe hold you all night. <3
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Hi, can you write about Chloe Price choking reader during sex?
pairing: chloe price x fem!reader blurb
mdni 18+ choking, strap on sex v!fingering, spit. dom!chloe, sub!reader, tribbing near the end, holyshiilovechoking
chloe wasn’t one to get urges that went against her morals, but sometimes she got ones that made her wonder if she had a screw or two loose.
it was during a time when you were riding her, bouncing on it gorgeous and needy, she just had to touch touch touch. she groped, she grabbed and her hand found your throat, gently holding it at first, testing the waters, when you didn’t react negatively, in fact the opposite, “harder..” the word you uttered looking at her with those eyes.. well she just had to.
long fingers wrap around your throat squeezing, palm staying out of it and letting her fingers cut off the blood circulation, making your moans sound delightfully breathless and your heart rate pick up. it was euphoric finding out you were into it. and it was fun to discover a newfound kink of hers.
so with that green light, during a night of her charming you into her bed, even if you were literally dating and were very familiar with each others bodies, the way she still tried to win you over and flirt made you feel so special. she would never not make you nervous.
she was middle and ring fingers deep in you, one leg pushing yours back to keep you open, while her other was holding the flesh of your breast, thumb pad circling your nipple. her hand moved up to your collarbone, then your neck, squeezing with her fingers, leaving your throat alone, her eyes darting to yours and then her hand, studying your reaction while fucking you right. “feelin good?” you nodded, your eyes having a sparkle in them that only she could bring out. “want more?” another nod, more enthusiastic.
“take what i give you.. i know you can.”
with that, her fingers tighten around the soft flesh of your neck. cutting off your blood flow, your breathing more strained as your whines get louder from her curling her fingers inside you.
she knew your limits, and knew your eyes, as soon as she’d see any signs of panic she’d let go. just like that. but she never had to, you were beautiful as you enthusiastically took it, chloe heard your little cries and knew what that was cue for. “yeah hotstuff i know.. i gotcha.. cum for me okay?”
your hips buck up as your abdomen flexes with the tension, your pussy coating her fingers in a creamy white ring. and your moans vibrating on her hand? stunning.
she lets your neck go and you can fully breathe through the aftershocks.
“that was hot.” she concludes. already itching to get you off again. “you got more in you?” you nod, she grins as she shoves her fingers, painted with your cum, in your warm mouth. testing your gag reflex as she pressed them down on your tongue. hovering over you as her other arm supported her, her breath the same as yours as she takes them out once you clean them, reaching down to prod them inside your waiting cunt. “god babe.. you’re insane.”
you’re already making her own pussy throb with your noises. “chloe.. need you on me.”
“shit.. okay. you want both hands huh?”
she caught your drift, pulling her fingers, wet with you, both your saliva and juices, and used that hand to hook your leg over her hip.
“you’re so damn pretty… gonna ruin you.”
both her hands around your neck felt thrilling, she was the most safest you would ever be, as well as the silliest. but chloe price did not fuck around when it came to you. and she intended to ruin you, over and over. and you were be right where you wanted to be, forever.
─────── 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺𝒀 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺𝒀 ☕️ ꕤ ࣪ ִ roommate! ellie & abby x roommate! reader. the two just can’t stand sharing their time with you . . . ): they need you all to themselves. how could you ever choose ?! wc 2.3k
♡ a little ooc abby. jealous! ellie. controlling! roommates. obsessed! abby. the two basically worship you at your feet. you love them both equally. some mentioned & implied smut. basically they just both want you real bad !! 🦌 # down bad losers. this listen to this song pls omg.
“and why do you get to sit by her?” ellie questioned through a huff of air, crossing her arms. standing in front of the tv, the loading screen of your favorite horror movie playing the background, her eyes were trained on where her roommate had positioned herself.
right in the middle of the three seater couch. “because.” abby replied, using her hand to motion for the other girl to move out of the way. you stared at the two, eyes following back and forth as ellie’s face scrunched up in annoyance.
“because isn’t an answer, doofus.” she said.
abby rolled her eyes, “don’t make this a big deal, doofus.” ellie’s teeth gritted together, her arms tightening as she looked towards you.
as soon as her eyes landed on your face, her gaze softened. immediately, the girl dropped to her knees in front of you, a pout tugging on her lips.
“make her move,” she whined, fingers grazing the bare skin of your knees. “she sat next to you last time, it’s my turn—“
abby rolled her eyes, “oh my god—“ turning towards you both, the blonde tilted her head. “are you seriously that pathetic? get off your knees, ellie. she’s not going to let you sit—“ instead of letting the both continue bickering, you held your hands up.
“alright, quit fighting,” you sighed, shaking your head. “scoot, i’ll just sit in the middle.”
upon your request, abby moved to other side of the couch, allowing you to slide into the middle seat. happily, ellie stood and plopped down beside you, her hand sliding towards your thigh. she squeezed the flesh, to which abby simply rolled her eyes again, wrapping one of her arms around your shoulders.
it was clear the two were attention deprived. you had been working longer shifts at work and coming home late most nights. instead of staying up and having your usual.. fun with the two, you would go to bed early without saying goodnight. they had clearly missed you.
so, on your only night off, you decided to watch one of your favorite horror movies. abby and ellie weren’t really horror fans but they would take it over not being able to spend time with you. besides, it was your night off after all. “no more bickering,” you murmured, looking back and forth at the two. “be quiet and watch the movie.”
“yes ma’am.” abby whispered.
ellie squeezed your thigh, “whatever you want, princess.”
smiling in content, you pressed the play button and focused all of your attention on the screen. as the movie continued on, you could feel them close in on either side of you. ellie’s thigh pressed against yours, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your skin.
abby pulls you closer to her side, the warmth of her body radiating against your own. you couldn’t even focus on the movie anymore, the two were being far too distracting.
your cheeks warm, images flashing through your mind from the previous times you three had fun together. or well, the previous times they practically used you for their own enjoyment.
“alright, fuck this.” you breathed out, shifting between the two. standing to your feet, you turned around, grasping at the edge of your shirt.
ellie’s brows raise, “what’re you doing—“
“you gunna come or what?” instead of answering her question, you threw a look at the two and turned on your heel towards your bedroom. quickly discarding your shirt, you kicked off your pj pants, leaving you bare.
abby walked in, licking her lips mischievously. “were you going commando?” she laughed, stepping behind you, her hands finding your waist. you smiled, nodding. “you’re such a tease. just for us, huh?”
roaming her palms around your skin, she slowly slid them up to rest on the swell of your breasts. squeeze and prodding, you sighed, back arching as your ass presses against her from behind. abby chuckles, blue eyes finding ellie’s face as the girl steps to stand in front of you.
opening your eyes, you’re met with ellie’s prowling gaze. she smirks.
“you’re cute like this,” her voice is dark and low. “did we get you worked up?”
you whine, “yes, so do something about it.” ellie’s eyes widen in faux surprise, a smile tugging at her lips as she steps closer. you’re sandwiched between the two, ellie’s hand finding your hips. the other grabs your chin, glancing between your face and the way abby palms at your chest.
“so demanding.” she teases, but before you can whine again, her lips are on yours. she kisses you roughly, nails digging into the skin of your hip.
your caught off guard—like always—from the sudden double pleasure. slowly but surely ellie’s hand on your hip slips to between your thighs. she finds you slick with two fingers and she groans into your mouth. she keeps a tight grip on your jaw, locking your face with her’s demanding.
soothing the ache, she rubs your clit; a very swollen and sore bundle of nerves that has been neglected. “mm, so wet for us,” she whispers against your lips before pulling back and smirking down at you.
“els—“ you whimper, abby’s lips immediately attacking the side of your neck. she nips at the skin, rubbing her crotch against your ass. she squeezes your breasts, pinching and rolling your peaked nipples between her fingers. “abs—fuck!” you swear, throwing your head back.
the two exchange a glance, and they both make their way towards your bed. setting you down, sprawled out on your back, they stare down at your body. ellie licks her lips, crossing her arms as she tilts her head to the side. “damn,” she mutters to herself, “so who’s going first?”
“me, obviously.” abby retorts.
ellie’s eyebrows furrow, “why you? why do you always get to go first? it’s clear she wants me more—“ abby turns to her best friend, lips pursing. “you’re funny, ellie. like genuinely, i might beat your ass—“ you let out a frustrated whine that disrupts their argument.
“would you both quit it!” you sigh, pouting. using their attention, you push your legs apart, tracing your fingers down to your wet and aching cunt. “and just fuck me. i’m being neglected while you two fucking argue.”
ellie and abby exchange another look, “sorry, baby.” abby coos, sitting down beside you. she rubs her hand on the inside of your thigh.
“you’re right mama,” ellie agrees, nodding her head. kneeling in front of you at the edge of the bed, she licks her lips. “let me be quiet.”
abby grabs your face with her big hand, bringing your attention to her face. immediately when you look at her, ellie’s mouth is on your pussy. she slurps up your liquid, tongue thrusting towards your clit as she swirls gently around the sore bud. you gasp, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
upon the sudden arch of your back, abby groans softly. “fuck you look so good getting eaten out like this,” she whispers, pushing her thumb into your mouth. you suck her gently, swirling your tongue around her finger. she smirks, “makes me wanna use you for my own pleasure.. think i’m gunna do that while els gets to work.”
standing, abby strips herself of her shirt and jeans, eyes never leaving yours. you watch her breathlessly, ellie’s sloppy lips and tongue on your cunt absolutely making your brain dumb.
suddenly, abby’s cunt fills your vision. she positions herself over your face, taking a seat like it’s her rightful place. you open your mouth, darting out your tongue. her clit had always been bigger than ellie’s—swollen and sensitive to the touch. she arches as she rides your face, grinding down on your tongue as your hands grasp the side of her thighs.
“oh fuck yeah,” she whimpers, fingers grasping your hair. she grinds down hard, using your face to erase the ache in her stomach.
ellie’s eyes fly up, watching her best friend ride your face. she smirks, using this as an opportunity to thrust two fingers into your hole. you whine, lapping between abby’s lips. using her free hand, ellie slaps abby’s ass, causing the blonde to grind harder and faster against your face.
your fingers dig into her thighs harder, greedy for more. this goes on for what feels like an eternity of pleasure until suddenly abby’s not on top of you anymore. she sighs, wiping her forehead free of the loose strands of blonde hair. her blue eyes meet yours briefly before darting away.
she steps back and suddenly it’s only ellie filling your vision. she’s out from between your thighs, her face in front of yours. she smiles lovingly, “such a good girl,” she whispers, caressing your cheek as you huff from being out of breath. “you’re doing so good. taking orders like a filthy slut.”
grabbing your hips, she pulls you into a seated position.
“you gunna continue doing what we say?” she asks and you nod fiercely. fuck yeah you would. after spending so much time working you were pent up beyond belief. you needed this night more than you thought you did.
she smirks, “good. now turn over and get on your knees.” ellie stands back to her feet and makes way towards the top of your bed. sitting down, she spreads her thighs, shimmying out of her sleep shorts. her pussy glistens in front of you now, her cunt already wet from just eating you out.
and well.. watching abby ride your face. she could probably just get off to watching you two fuck—she was a bit of a cuck in that way.
leaning down, you stare at her pussy like its treasure. before you get a chance to taste, abby’s hands are on your hips. she pulls your ass back until you’re on your elbows and your back is arched perfectly for her.
“you better eat her out good,” she says, rubbing the length of the silicon strap she just put on. you look back over your shoulder, the slickness of your cunt welcoming the tip of the strap warmly. you stutter, pupils blowing. “yeah?”
you nod again. abby smirks, “good fucking girl.”
and suddenly, your face is between ellie’s thighs and the whole eight inches of strap is inside your pussy. abby fucks you hard too. she’s never been able to be soft when it’s come to using a dick in order to take you. she loves how you whine and come undone when she uses it. how you stretch and absorb it inside without complaint.
she especially loves watching you eat her best friend out. ellie’s face is flushed red beneath her freckled cheeks; her eyes rolled back and shut from both pleasure and erotic need. she grinds up into your mouth, beckoning your tongue to go deeper. you grab her thighs and in turn, she takes a fist full of your hair. you groan, “fuck me.”
your tongue laps at her slit, teasing the entrance like you’ve got all the time in the world. every inch thrusted deeper inside motivates you to make ellie feel even better.
abby’s head rolls back but her pace doesn’t let up. she grabs your hips tightly, pounding as your ass jiggles with the force of each snap.
“oh shit,” ellie whines, pushing your face further. “such a good fucking eater, damnit.. can’t.. oh fuck, just wanna squirt all over that pretty face.”
you relish in her compliments, taking it as a sign to do even better. your tongue slides between ellie’s folds, slowly and surely licking her up. she whimpers, thighs shaking around your head. “yeah—yeah,” she pants, “just like that, bunny.”
the nickname makes your stomach tighten. you close your eyes and eat her out as good as you can. her juices are sliding down your chin as you lap her up, caressing her entrance with two fingers before thrusting them inside.
matching abby’s pace, you fuck ellie with your fingers fast. her eyes squeeze shut and she forcefully thrusts her pussy against your hand. you pull back, using your thumb to play with her clit. it’s throbbing and swollen beneath you, like you hadn’t just spent ten minutes playing with it.
abby slaps your ass from behind, causing you to thrust into ellie harder. “a—abby!” you whine, gritting your teeth. ellie’s body trembles and suddenly she squirts all over your hand. you open your eyes, satisfaction looming over as you cum around the thick strap inside of you.
the blonde lets out a grunt, hitting dip once more before pulling out. the three of you breathe heavily, eyes wandering. ellie’s the first to speak, reaching her hand up to wipe a bit of her juices off of your chin.
“wow,” she murmurs, “didn’t think i’d be getting that tonight.”
abby chuckles from behind you, wiping off the strap and discarding it onto your desk, “i did. even if you weren’t involved.” she smirks as she eyes you, to which you simply giggle and sit back up.
“what—?!” ellie whines. “babe, you do it without me?” her bottom lip juts out in a pout.
you roll your eyes, “please. like you two haven’t just fucked without me before.”
ellie’s cheeks go red and she looks away, crossing her arms.
“whatever.” she huffs.
you smile, crawling towards her. wrapping your arms around her waist, you burry your face into her neck. “quit pouting and being jealous,” you coo. “there’s enough of me to go around.” you pepper her neck with small soft kisses.
the bed dips as abby comes to rest behind you, rubbing her thumbs against your skin. you smile, leaning back into the warmth of her embrace.
“and if i’m jealous, too?” she whispers into your ear.
you giggle again. “each of you get a day, fair?”
“hmm,” abby hums for a moment, “i guess that’s fair. kinda annoying i gotta share with that dork, though.”
ellie’s eyes fly open sleepily, “hey—!”
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She loves the view. The curve of your back, the way your ass looks when she's buried deep, how easy it is to grab a handful of your hair and pull just enough to make you arch for her. She gets possessive in this position, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks, thrusting deep and steady while she watches every reaction. It's the one that makes her the most vocal and the most rough in the best way.
You're on your hands and knees when she pushes in, one hand already fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip. Ellie lets out a low, rough sound as she bottoms out, then starts moving - deep, deliberate strokes that make your arms shake. She tugs your head back just enough to make you look over your shoulder at her, eyes dark and hungry.
"Fuck, look at you," she mutters, hips snapping harder. "Taking it so well. This ass was made for me.
J(ack off)
Ellie has a hidden folder on her phone that she only opens when she’s alone and missing you badly.
It’s full of pictures you’ve sent her over time, some soft, some filthy, and she scrolls through them slowly while she touches herself. Sometimes she steals one of your pillows, presses her face into it, and breathes you in while she works her fingers in lazy circles, eyes half lidded, lowly murmuring your name like you’re right there.
She’s alone in your bed, your pillow pulled tight against her face, breathing in the faint scent of your shampoo and skin. Her phone is propped up beside her, open on the private folder, and she scrolls slowly through the photos of you while her other hand slips between her legs. Ellie rubs slow, steady circles over her clit, hips rolling against her fingers, eyes locked on a particularly dirty shot of you. A deep groan slips out of her as she gets closer, your name slipping from her lips she edges herself, “fuck I need you sweet girl, miss you so much.”
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Congratulations on hitting 500! you deserve every bit of it! For the celebration, I would really like to see a combination of A and K from the alphabet, I think I'll be interesting and amazing.
Congrats hon✨️
Tysm darling but we’re not quite at 500 yet ahhaha only 200 atm but I’m so grateful 💕
A(ftercare)
Ellie gives aftercare quietly but thoroughly.
Once the intensity fades she gets soft and focused, cleans you up with careful hands, pulls you into her chest, and keeps you there. She strokes your hair, presses slow kisses to your temple, and checks in with low, rough questions “You okay?” “Need water?” “Still with me?” She’s not big on long speeches, but she stays close, wraps herself around you, and doesn’t let go until she knows you’re settled.
You’re still shaking when she eases out and pulls you straight against her chest, one arm locked around your back, the other stroking slow through your hair. Ellie presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then another to the corner of your eye where tears are still drying. “I’ve got you,” she murmurs, voice low and rough. “Just breathe. You’re safe. Not going anywhere.” She keeps you tucked under her chin, warm and steady, until your heartbeat finally starts to match hers.
K(inks)
Ellie’s biggest kinks are hair pulling, possesive marking, and making you take it while she watches your face.
She loves fisting a hand in your hair and using it to guide you, whether she’s fucking you from behind or holding you still while you eat her out. She also has a quiet obsession with leaving marks, soft bites on your neck and thighs, fingerprints on your hips, so she can look at them later and know you’re hers. She also gets off hard on eye contact - she wants to see every little reaction when she’s deep inside you or has her mouth on you.
She’s got one hand tight in your hair, tilting your head back so you have to look at her while she thrusts slow and deep. Ellie’s eyes are dark and locked on yours, the other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “That’s it,” she breathes, voice rough. “Keep looking at me. Want to see you fall apart baby.” She leans down and bites softly at the side of your neck, sucking a mark into your skin while she keeps moving, never looking away.
Once she’s yours she’s borderline insatiable. Not in a frantic way, but in a constant, low level hunger that never really switches off. She’ll initiate it most nights, steal touches throughout the day, and get restless if it’s been more than a day or two. She doesn’t just want sex, she wants you. Your taste, your sounds, the way you feel around her. She’s a fiend for you and makes no secret of it.
You’re barely through the door before Ellie’s hands are on you, mouth already at your neck, voice low and rough against your skin. “Missed this,” she mutters, walking you backward toward the bedroom without breaking contact. “Been thinking about you all day. Need you. Now.” She doesn’t wait, just gets you on the bed, pulls your clothes off with impatient hands, and sinks between your thighs like she’s been starving for it, because honestly? She has.
"joe goldberg!" ellie williams + "beck!" f reader . .✦ ݁˖ narrated by ellie.
♫ the party & the after party - the weeknd ! this is part two.
note: some lines are directly referenced from the netflix show, "you." none of the works belongs to me. <3
❤︎ contains: smut. masturbation (e.) stalking. part one.
[narrated by ellie] Some people call it stalking.
That's a lazy, unserious word.
Stalking implies obsession without any purpose, but I have one. Because If I don't learn who you are..someone else will. And I can't have that happen.
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[narrated by ellie] First dates are strange and scary.
It's basically interviews disguised as chemistry. Two people only stating the facts that makes them look highly. In reality, it's a time to quietly dissecting each other.
You didn't seem to realize that, Doll.
"Sorry. I ramble when I get nervous." [reader]
"It's okay, I get it." Ellie reassures with a thoughtful look on her face.
"What are some of your hobbies? [reader]
[narrated by ellie] "Taking the time to learn about you," is what I wanted to say. But that would scare the shit out of you.
I only let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of my neck when I told you "I play the guitar sometimes."
And your eyes sparkled at me with little shimmers in your irises at those words.
It would've been hard to miss if I was anyone else, but I focus at your facial expressions.
The way your fingers kept circling at your cup whenever the conversation landed on you. The tiny smile you wore whenever you lied and said, "I’m pretty boring."
Nobody "boring" catches my eyes like this.
It was such a good time to stand in front of you. Being this close made it impossible not to stare at every detail of your face.
You're gorgeous. Y/n.
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[narrated by ellie] The real challenge was to get rid of your snarky girlfriend, Abby.
She thinks she knows you.
She doesn't. Not at all.
She only sees the version of you that you give out.
I pay attention.
I'm the one who sees you, Y/n.
How do I get to make you mine?
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The Rare Books Room is Ellie's favorite place in the library. The private atmosphere and silence makes it a staple place to clear her head.
She was sitting at a desk, running her thumb on the side of a first edition of Charles Darwin's "On the Origin of Species." But she struggled paying attention the page.
She couldn't.
Every time she looked down, she saw a visual of your face instead.
That beautiful smile, those plump lips she knows that are probably addicting to kiss. Lucky fuckin' Abby.
The sound of your voice echoed in her ears, creating an aching heat in her stomach. The pain was unbearable, even for Ellie.
"Fuck," she mumbles, fingers lightly tapping on the buckled belt around her waist.
She wouldn't dare.
No, she couldn't.
Dina was situated upstairs to take over front desk of the library. Sooo, could she?
But either way, at her work establishment?
That's so reckless!
But wet boxers were hard to ignore, and she literally couldn't.
Ellie's lips lets out a needy whine, running a hand through her brown hair in attempt to calm down the blood rushing through her body.
She lets out a breathy exhale, before hassling to unbuckle her jeans. She struggled for a few seconds with the button and zipper.
A low moan eases up, vigorously fucking herself to the memory of your pretty pout earlier when she said she didn't have time to give out guitar lessons.
She peeped out a lot of things on the little "date." You were wearing a short dress, giving her the ability to capture the outline of your figure. Perky breasts and an ass she wondered would look like taking her ruthless backshots.
Are you the type to talk dirty or just take in the pleasure with witty moans and whimpers?
"Oh fuck, baby girl, mmm.." She closes her eyes tightly, pumping in and out of her desperate cunt. Her work pants loosely slipped down her thighs, belt abandoned two feet away from the desk.
The sweat drips down her toned stomach, carving slow paths over the definition of her abdomen.
She quickly grabs her phone from her pocket, one hand still shoved in her wet boxers. A picture of you lying in bed with your hair scattered all across the mattress. The small smirk you displayed, and breasts in a black bralette was enough to drive her orgasm off the edge.
"Nng..So fuckin', so beautiful.." Her deep grunts turn into whimpers. Ellie's face heats up as she came.
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[narrated by ellie] Abby won't be a threat to us forever, my perfect girl.
All I need is one seed to plant. One sense of doubt from your little girlfriend to make her believe walking away from you was her own idea.
You won't realize I've already removed the only person in between us, baby doll.
reader x soft dom ellie and reader is a bit insecure about the well areas orrr nerdy bsf ellie x equally nerdy reader 🫰
Need soft dom Ellie to talk me through it 😩
You’re both already half-undressed on the bed, the city lights soft through the half-open blinds. Ellie’s been kissing you slow for a while, mouth warm and unhurried, one hand stroking up and down your side like she’s got all the time in the world. When her fingers finally slip under the waistband of your underwear, you tense without meaning to.
She feels it immediately.
She pulls back just enough to look at you, green eyes soft but steady, thumb brushing your cheek.
“Hey,” she says quietly. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”
You hesitate, heat creeping up your neck. “It’s nothing. Just… I get weird about it sometimes. Down there. I know it’s dumb.”
Ellie doesn’t laugh or brush it off. She just studies your face for a second, then leans in and presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“Not dumb,” she murmurs. “But I’m gonna need you to trust me for a minute, okay?”
You nod, small. She kisses you again, slower this time, until some of the tightness in your chest eases. Then she sits up a little, guiding you to lie back fully against the pillows. Her hands are warm as she hooks her fingers into your underwear and waits, eyes on yours.
“Can I take these off?”
“Yeah.”
She slides them down carefully, never looking away from your face until they’re gone. Only then does her gaze drop. You feel the instinct to close your legs, but Ellie gently rests a hand on your inner thigh, not forcing, just grounding.
“Stay open for me,” she says, voice low and calm. “I want to see you.”
You do. Your heart is hammering. Ellie settles between your thighs, looking at you with something close to reverence. She doesn’t rush, just takes her time, eyes tracing every part of you.
“You’re beautiful,” she says simply. No teasing, no exaggeration. Just quiet certainty. “Soft and perfect. I love the way you look right here.”
Her thumbs stroke slowly along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, then higher, parting you gently with her fingers so she can see everything. You feel exposed in a way that makes your stomach twist, but her expression never changes from soft focus and quiet hunger.
“You’re so pretty like this. Makes me want to take my time with you.” She's still looking, still touching you with careful, deliberate hands.
She leans down and presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the softest part of you. The heat of her mouth makes you gasp. She does it again, then again, soft and thorough, like she’s trying to rewrite whatever insecure thoughts are still lingering.
“That’s it,” she murmurs against you. “Just let me. I’ve got you.”
She takes her time after that, long, patient strokes of her tongue, gentle suction, fingers sliding into you only when you’re wet and open and quietly begging. Every time you try to close your legs or turn your face away, she just steadies you with a hand on your hip and soft words.
“You’re doing so well. Look how wet you get when I take care of you like this.”
She keeps the pace slow and deliberate the whole time, never pushing harder than you can handle, always checking in with quiet questions between kisses and praise. When you finally come it’s with her mouth sealed over your clit and two fingers curled deep, her free hand laced tightly with yours.
Afterward she crawls up your body, kisses the corner of your eye, and pulls you into her chest.
“Still think there’s anything about you I don’t love?” she asks softly, voice a little rough.
You shake your head against her collarbone, too wrecked to speak.
Ellie smiles, presses a kiss to your hair, and holds you tighter.
♯ i’m sorry, the number you’re trying to reach is not available . . . bitchy roommates who collectively don’t even make half a braincell and are secretly in love with each other. ¹ ⁸ ⁺
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Toxic ex!Ellie headcanons that no one asked for hehe. Tempted to write a oneshot about her lmk if y’all would want 👀
Toxic!Ellie who acts like the breakup was a temporary misunderstanding rather than something she initiated.
Toxic!Ellie who shows up unannounced “just to check you’re okay” and somehow ends up staying for hours.
Toxic!Ellie who rewrites your arguments / breakup to gaslight you - “I never said that baby, you must’ve heard it wrong.”
Toxic!Ellie who gets quiet and wounded the second you try to hold her accountable, making you feel like the mean one.
Toxic!Ellie who remembers every little detail about you (your favourite takeout order, the exact spot on your neck that makes you melt) and uses it to feel intimate again fast.
Toxic!Ellie who sends texts like:
- “I know we said no contact but I just need to know that you’re eating.”
- “Saw something that reminded me of you and I couldn’t not say hi.”
- “You don’t have to answer. I just miss your voice.”
- “I hope you’re being soft with yourself tonight, princess.”
- “You’re still the only person who ever felt like home.”
- “Good morning, sweet girl. Just wanted you to know someone’s thinking about you.”
Toxic!Ellie who Likes your social media posts weeks after the breakup with no comment, just enough to let you know she’s still watching.
Toxic!Ellie who ‘accidentally’ sends a photo of the two of you from months ago and follows it with “ignore that, muscle memory.”
Toxic!Ellie who uses pet names the entire time you’re trying to stay firm, like the relationship never ended.
Toxic!Ellie who, when you finally reply in anger, answers with something like “I deserve that. I’m so proud of you for saying it.”
Stem tutor!Ellie who tutors reader who sucks at anything Stem related, after finally getting an A on an exam reader shows Ellie how much she appreciates her help. First by baking her cookies and other sweet treats then later something else….( ・∇・)
I got confused between STEM or stem lmao
You show up at Ellie’s dorm with a Tupperware container and a slightly nervous smile. She opens the door in an old tshirt and sweatpants, hair still damp from a shower, and the second she sees you something soft flickers across her face before she schools it into her usual calm expression.
“You’re early,” she says, but her eyes drop to the container. “What’s that?”
“Payment for services rendered.” You step inside when she moves aside and set the container on her tiny desk, The smell of warm chocolate chip cookies fills the small room. “I got an A. Actual, honest-to-god A.”
Ellie’s eyebrows lift. Before she can say anything you lunge forward and wrap your arms around her in a tight hug. She freezes for half a second, then her hands settle on your back, warm and careful.
“I’m so proud of you,” she says against your hair, voice softer than usual. “I knew you could do it.”
You pull back just enough to look at her, still close. “You’re the only reason I didn’t fail this class and you’re really cute when you explain derivatives. Just saying.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “I’m- what?”
You laugh, soft, and stay in her space. “Cute. And sweet. And ridiculously patient with me even when I ask the same dumb question three times.”
Ellie glances at your mouth, quick and hungry, before she catches herself. Her voice comes out lower than usual. “You’re not dumb. You just needed someone to explain it right.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then you close the small space between you and kiss her. Ellie makes a small surprised sound against your lips, then her hands are on your waist, pulling you closer like she’s been waiting for permission. The kiss turns deeper fast, her arms tightening around your waist, your hands flying to her hair.
When you finally break apart she’s breathing harder, eyes dark.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the second tutoring session,” she admits, voice rough. “You’re so fucking pretty it makes it hard to focus on anything else.”
You grin. “Then focus on me.”
She walks you backward toward the bed, kissing you again as you both tumble down onto the narrow mattress in a tangle of limbs. She takes your top off first, then your jeans, taking a second to just look at you with flushed cheeks before she ducks her head and mouths at your neck, your collarbone, the soft skin above your bra.
“Can I?” she murmurs against your skin, fingers already at the clasp.
“Please.”
She pulls off your bra and panties with careful, slightly impatient hands, then settles between your thighs. The first slow drag of her tongue makes your head fall back against the pillow. Ellie makes a low, satisfied sound and settles in like she’s been thinking about this exact thing during every single tutoring session.
She’s thorough and a little greedy, long strokes, soft suction with two fingers curling inside you. Every time you gasp her name she looks up at you with those dark eyes like she’s filing the sound away. When you come it’s with your hand in her hair and her name breaking on your lips.
She crawls back up your body, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and kisses you deep so you can taste yourself. You can feel how warm she is against your hip.
“I’m meant to be thanking you,” you murmur, already pushing at her sweatpants.
Ellie lets out a soft laugh and lifts her hips to help before you roll her onto her back and settle between her legs. She watches you with dark, hungry eyes as you kiss down her stomach, then lower. The first slow lick makes her swear under her breath, one hand sliding into your hair.
You take your time with her, soft at first, then deeper, two fingers working her open while your tongue stays steady on her clit. She’s quieter than you expected, just soft broken sounds and the occasional low “fuck” when you hit the right spot. When she comes it’s with her thighs trembling around your head and your name groaned out low and deep.
Afterward you both end up tangled under her blankets, sharing slow and lazy kisses as her hands roam every inch of your body, slowly, almost as if she was mapping you.
