of course, me and @seattlesellie were rambling abt this for like an hour straight and i just had to share some of the little thoughts we came up with because it makes my brain go brrrr ok !!
going back to my roots with girly fem reader !! reader is a lil strap tease, ellie is a loser, and abby is big and scary đ
⥠so you find yourself in jail. the reason behind your imprisonment is up to u ok idk !!!
⥠ellie being the corrupt officer who sneaks you in contraband bc poor girly you canât seem to last without your âstupid MAC liplinerâ or rose quartz or whatever it is you have ellie sneaking in.
⥠meeting her in the storage closet for your usual rendezvous, giggling and tugging at her uniform as she swats your hands away, huffing.
⥠âseriously? do you know how hard it is to sneak this shit in? you better hide that good, âcus if you get caught mânot saving your ass from Abby.â
⥠abby, of course is the no nonsense prison warden.
⥠the thing about ellie, is she hardly lays down the law. sheâs a fucking loser, infact the only reason she lets you get away with so much and got herself caught up in this whole contraband situation is because she quite literally couldnât resist a pretty girl batting her lashes up at her and caved. itâs pathetic really, but you think she looks super cute under the dim lights of the storage closet, hoping the lack of lighting is enough to hide the blush across her freckled cheeks (itâs not.)
⥠with ellie being a loser, comes ellie being a perv. âgonna have to hide that real good, okay? canât get caught.â sheâs muttering, stuffing the things youâd requested from her down your bra, really getting in there to make sure itâs hidden, of course.
⥠meanwhile, you canât seem to keep your hands off her â absolutely adoring the thrill of your dirty little secret, feeling special knowing she doesnât do this for anyone else. she clears her throat when you kiss her on the cheek and grab at her handcuffs. âooh, can you use these on me?â you flutter making her tsk, flustered and shooing you away despite the burning in her cunt. âthoseâthose are for making arrests okay, shitâ yâso handsy.â
⥠maybe if sheâs feeling brave enough one day sheâll put you on your knees as payback and hurriedly use your face to get off. maybe. she daydreams about that a lot.
⥠anyway, sheâs forever complaining about your ridiculous requests for her to sneak inâ and then fulfilling your request within the next few days.
⥠âellie, i need buttons.â she sighs. âwhy.â âiâm making a plushie.â the next day she has buttons in her hand.
⥠again, sheâd hate for you to get caught â so sheâs stuffing the plastic bag of buttons down your prison pants into your underwear before retying the string on your pants and patting over your pussy where she stuffed the bag. âkeep that safe. got it? âtold you, you donât wanna be on the other end of abby.â
⥠but oh, you did.
⥠how you adored seeing how far you could push it with the big blonde buff prison warden. it started off as you relentlessly asking her dumb flirty questions until she was grabbing you by the cheeks, towering over you and telling you to âget back to your cell.â
⥠but you were unstoppable, always making sure to give her a show in the shower room when sheâd be in there on her watch shift. you were starting to think she was trading shifts just to be in there when you were. sheâd always stand by the sinks with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed, walkie-talkie on her hip only accenting her toned body. youâd be across from her, shower cubicle door open, hands sliding up and down your body â seeing how long sheâd let you slide your hand between your legs and rub your clit until sheâd tell you to âcut it out, youâre wasting hot water.â though, you could see the way she shifted her thighs, and her cheeks would go the cutest shade of dusty pink.
⥠abby doing your cell checks was always scary, always just narrowly missing your hiding spots where youâd shove all the things ellie brought you. âyou hiding anything in here maâam?â sheâd eye you as you shake your head innocently, watching her pull your blankets up and shake them. âwhy do i not believe you? little minx like you, always up to something.â
⥠you nearly let a smirk slip, nearly â but instead widen your eyes until they were doe like, looking up at her as she closes in on you, trying to figure you out. âme? no, iâm a good girl. iâd never do that, abby.â
⥠youâd continue to stare up at her as she takes a long look, raking her eyes down your body before back up to your gaze. âthats officer anderson to you.â before departing, never quite giving you what you want.
⥠until, she keeps catching you with officer williams. and it makes her jealous. because obviously, youâre her little prison slut. only hers.
⥠you stand by ellie in the cafeteria for a little too long, talking to eachother under your breath and sparing side glances. abby watches, before deciding to make an example out of you and grabbing you by the scruff of the neck and dragging you back to your cell where youâre out of everyoneâs vision, growling something about âstop fraternising with the officers.â
⥠she nudges you back into your cell and is in disbelief at you holding back a mischievous smile when you turn around to face her where she stands in the doorway. âyouâre an officerâŚ?â you challenge, batting your lashes. she eyes you hungrily, breathing heavily for a moment before lowly muttering an âother officers.â leaving you with a victorious smile when she storms off.
⥠and then one day she catches you, really catches you. youâre waiting for ellie in the storage closet for an exchange of goods, and when the door opens and closes, you turn around with a smile â only to come face to face with abby. poor ellie was off on prison bus duty, assigned conveniently by none other than officer anderson.
⥠âwhatâs going on in here, hm? what have you been up to?â her finger stroking the walkie talkie on her leg. your smile fades, caught and your brows furrow â blinking up at her waiting for some kind of punishment. âa little birdie told me you had a thing for officers sneaking in things they shouldnât, that true?â she knocks your chin up when you look down, attempting to evade her dark gaze.
⥠âi donât know what youâreââ âyou know, everyone breaks the rules sometimes. even a warden like me.â she steps closer, backing you against the wall making you gasp lightly as something light falls off the shelf behind you. she grabs your wrist, bringing your fingers to her crotch, a hard plastic cock bulged beneath her pants. you whimper, because it feels huge. âyeah, see. i can be sneaky too. maybe you can continue keeping that slutty mouth closed, and iâll keep my mouth shut about your little meet ups with officer williams. we got a deal?â she pushes into you more, a shelf digging into your back and covered cock pushing up against your crotch making you let out a shaky breath.
⥠âi can â i can keep a secret.â âyeah? huh. maybe i misjudged you. maybe you are a good girl.â
⥠and when you show up all weak legged, bruised and hot faced to meet with ellie the next day for your rescheduled pick up â she has a million questions, brows frowning in not so subtle jealousy and pouting.
⥠âso what, i bring you your shit for months and you just let the first warden who comes in here fuck? that shit is so unfair.â she complains, barely trying to shrug you off when you run your hands up her toned arms and rest them on her shoulders.
⥠âlemme make it up to you, show you how grateful i am, els.â she letâs you kiss her for a minute, melting a little at the way you suck on her bottom lip before pulling away and fixing her uniform after your grabby hands had skewed it. âjustâ take your shit and get lost. iâll see you in the cafeteria.â
⥠but she canât stay mad at your cute little face. especially when youâre sooo sweet to her, and let her take her anger out on you in the next closet meet up with her fingers.
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[Description: Two years ago, your dad passed from cancer, and you were left to raise your younger sister, Vivian, alone. Your best friend, Ellie, was one of the few support systems you had until your feelings for her seemingly put a strain on your relationship. When Viv goes missing, can you entrust Ellie to help bring her back?]
[Author comments: I've put together an audio to go play along as you read. Ellie, Dina, and Mike's voices are *ALL* AI-generated using ElevenLabs. I did not include Y/N's voice in order to preserve your own inner dialogue. This series will have smut and graphic violence.]
[Credit to Ambient City (horse stables); Hursty Outdoors (walking/snow); Music: Gustavo Santaolalla (Opening Suite; Longing; Unbound]
Be sure to expand the audio to play from the beginning!
You slipped a glove off, braving the winter chill to scavenge your jacket pockets.
Sugar cube.
A rare commodity for your generation; you were lucky to find a small box of them while scavenging a ravaged coffee shop. You twiddled the rock-hard substance between your thumb and index, anything to dissociate from the girlsâ conversation. Something about Dina falling into a pile of shit; you tried not to smile at that.
Fresh, powdered snow crunched beneath the heel of your boots. The warm glow of faerie lights danced across the ground at the stableâs entrance.Â
Jackson was quiet. Peaceful. Safe. A stark contrast from the nightmarish infected and worse â bandits â roaming the mountains outside town limits.
They pass you.
âCâmere, Phantom,â The sleek, black mare whinnied and happily trotted into her refuge, âmy pretty girl.â
She was a young horse, strong, with a spitfire nature. You had that in common.
When you werenât on duty, you and Ellie used to race her and Shimmer on Cirque Trail, stopping to stuff your pockets full of wild huckleberries, which Joel made into killer pies. You frowned at the thought.
Gently, you threaded your hands through Phantomâs mane, silently thanking her for keeping you safe another day.
The shrill creak of another stable door shutting disrupts the silence. Dina laughs at something Ellie says.
âNight, Ellie.â
From your peripheral, you see the woman leave.
The last six hours of patrol were miserable, from the clutch of infected you cleared to the dry dialogue between you and your friends.
Well, you were friends until three months ago at the town dance when you watched Ellie and Dina kiss. At this, you passed your glass of whiskey off to an equally dumbfounded Jesse and walked straight out of the hall, tears pricking your eyes and bile rising in your throat.
Beyond patrols with themâ which, despite your pleas, Maria continued to schedule, likely to force a reconciliation â you hadnât talked to either since.
Apart from working well together, you and Dina werenât too close, so avoiding her has been relatively easy. On the other hand, avoiding Ellie, your ex-best friend, has been excruciatingly painful. No matter how hard Ellie tried â showing up at your door in the dead of night to beg you to come outside, leaving joints on your windowsill, landing snowballs square in the back of your head â she couldnât get more than cut-and-dry responses out of you.
Eventually, she stopped trying.
Part of you was embarrassed at your childish behavior, but you couldnât face her, not after that night.
You closed the latch to Phantomâs stable, hyper-aware of the forest green eyes that bore into your side profile.
Without a word, you make your way over toward Mike, who was on duty tonight.
âHey - thanks again for picking up a shift so short notice, Y/N,â he smiled, âwith the horde thatâs passing through, we canât be too careful.â
âBullshit. This is all Maria.â
âSure, donât mention itâ Your tone was casual, but irritation and exhaustion were etched into your features. Desperate to go home and avoid Ellie â who was clearly waiting for you, you quickly scribbled in the logbook.
âFour runners + three clickers in Tetonia. Cleared.â
You said goodnight to Mike and walked straight past the freckled girl. She was propped up against the stable entrance, brows furrowed and lips in a tight line. She looked tired.
âUh - hey...â
You keep walking.
ââŚokayâŚâ
âFuck off,â you wanted to say. Instead, you shook your head and gripped your backpack tighter, eyes unable to meet hers.
No more stargazing with her. No more all-nighters snuggled up watching cheesy 1980s horror films. No more spitballing ideas for her next set of tattoos â a rabbit skull; an arrow; the numbers 000129 â she never explained that one; an ouroboros. No more. You had bigger things to worry about.
She made her choice, and it wasnât you.
âUGH,â Your scrunched up in a cringe.
She could have at least told you. While her head was in your lap â your fingers gently combing her auburn locks to the soft tune of Johnny Cashâs Hurt filling your bedroom â she was dreaming of Dina the whole time.
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.
Heat bloomed across your face in embarrassment. You never told Ellie that you loved her â that you were in love with her â hell, you didnât even understand it until you saw them lock lips at the dance. Now, you were cursed to watch them fall in love while you self-isolated and grew more bitter by the day.
The walk to your home was a good thirty minutes from the stables.
Hopefully, your sister wasnât asleep. You needed to vent.
âIf I walk fast, Iâll probably get home at 10ish.â
Fragrant pine and earth filled your frost-nipped nostrils. Even with your heavy parka, and thick, fur-lined boots, the cold settled deep in your bones. Without a flashlight, seeing your hands in front of your face would be impossible. It was that dark out.
The metal of your keys stung your battered hands. You became keenly aware of something behind you as you turned the lock. No need to reach for your pistol; it was obvious who was in your driveway.
âHow the fuck did I not notice her?â
âSo, youâre stalking me now?â Without turning around, you tapped the heel of your boots against the worn, wooden deck to knock off the snow. You then kneeled to untie them. âGo home, El.â There was an authority in your voice.
Footsteps approached, crunching through the snow.Â
âMaybe Iâm not here to see you,â Ellie shrugged, âmaybe Iâm here to see Vivian.â
âI really doubt that.â
You turned and looked up at her, batting snowflakes from your lashes. It was the first time youâd really studied her face in weeks.
Dark circles hung beneath her eyes, cheeks hollow as if sheâd not slept or eaten, yet, with that constellation of freckles smattered across her face, the deep forest green of her eyes, those lips, she was still the most beautiful girl youâd ever seen, more beautiful than any model from those Vogue magazines your sister collects.
âYou look like shit.â You lied.
âGee, thanks.â A smile tugged at the corner of Ellieâs lips. âCan I come in? Itâs cold as shit out here.â
You hesitated; time seemingly slowed as you studied her. Ellieâs eyes met yours, unwavering. That stupid cocky smirk was still etched into her face.
âTake your shoes off,â you conceded. âDonât track horse shit into my house.â
Family pictures, odds and ends from your parentsâ vacations to Maine, and cheesy words of affirmation your mother hung years ago adorned the entrance of your home. It wasnât your style, but it felt wrong to take them down.
Ellieâs eyes traveled around the room, searching for changes.
The cabin was simply too spacious for just Vivian and yourself. Two stories tall, there were four rooms and three baths. Maria has scheduled to move incoming residents downstairs sometime next month. This angered you more than Viv. This was your familyâs home, and you certainly didnât want strangers sleeping in what once was your parentsâ bedroom. You didnât have any say in the matter.
Your younger sister, on the other hand, was enthusiastic. For her, it was âtoo quiet,â being just the two of you. You couldnât really blame her, though. Most interactions between you since your dadâs passing have stuck to mostly your venting about patrols and Maria and all the house repairs needed. Vivian would talk about her newest boyfriend if you can even call them that; the boys never lasted more than a month.
Dad passed two years ago from cancer.
It was a devastating loss to both of you, but you especially had little time to grieve. Vivian was just 14 at the time. Sheâd started supervised patrols with Jesse only one week prior. Dad was proud.
When everything went to shit, you took extra patrols to cover Vivâs duties. You did this for a few reasons, to let her have the chance to be a kid and grieve, to provide for your baby sister, and to avoid facing the reality of your situation. You two were alone in the world, and you werenât ready to raise a 14-year-old.
Ellie made the extra effort to be there for you both. Sheâd walk Vivian to school and training, cook dinner, and often help with chores. Sheâd spend ration coupons on old, crumbling makeup or cheap-smelling candles that your sister adored.
It wouldnât be totally out of character for Ellie to walk all this way to check on Viv, not at this hour, though, and you both knew it.
âSo why did you let her in?â
You set your shoes down at the entrance, inviting Ellie to do the same. The grandfather clock in the adjacent dining room read 10:13 pm.
âIâll tell Vivian youâre here. Iâm gonna head to bed ââ
âCome on, Y/N,â Ellie grabs your arm, âI canât live like this anymore. You donât answer the door, you wonât talk to me,â she grips you tighter, âyou wonât even fucking look at me.â
Her touch burned your skin. You try to yank back your hand to no avail. She was much stronger than you.
âI fucking miss you, I miss my best fucking friend, and I donât even know what I did wrong.â Her eyes are pleading, desperate.
âLet go of me, asshole,â you demand in a whisper-yell. âyouâre gonna fucking wake Viv.â
But it was useless; Ellieâs eyes were determined, glossy, as if she were on the verge of tears.
She pulls you closer to her, chest pressed against yours, and youâre sure she can feel your heartbeat pounding out of your ribcage. This is too close. Intimately close.
âTalk to me. Say what you need to say.â She demands. âyell at me, hit me â anything â so we can move on and pretend you havenât been acting fucking insane the last few months.â
Her lips are too close to yours.
âDonât make me.â Your voice was small, eyes welling with tears. Emotions that had been bottled for the past three months. It was your turn to beg. Beg her not to do this. Not here, not ever. All you wanted was to grieve the loss of your friendship and move on so you could get your shit together for your sister. There was no room for weakness in your life anymore. Cutting her off is easier than a painful rejection.
Ellieâs eyes searched yours for an answer, and her lips were pulled in a frown.
âI need to know, Y/N.â
âDonât do it.â
You werenât the best at impulse control. It was a trait you got from mom, something you thought youâd begun to improve at. But the body heat between you, the desperation in Ellieâs eyes, and her nails digging into your now-bare shoulders were too much.
Ellieâs lips were chapped compared to yours. Salty from the tears that had flown moments prior. The kiss was innocent, sad. Your lips moved gently against her still ones. This wasnât how you dreamt it happening.
The kiss was over as soon as it began.
Ellie pulled back, freeing you from her iron grip. You both stood there, facing each other for an eternity. The grandfather clock ticked loudly.
She looked dumbstruck, cheeks blooming red, and it wasnât from the cold.
âShitâ
White-hot shame finally engulfed you as you realized what youâd just done.
âSo much for self-control.â
Without another word, you grabbed the jacket at your feet and rushed upstairs, two steps at a time.
Part of you wanted to seek refuge in your sisterâs room, cuddle up, and cry into her shoulder like when you were kids and mom and dad would have screaming matches downstairs. Instead, you barged into your room and locked the door behind you.
Naming the female razor brand Venus is so personally offensive to me....you think Venus the goddess of love and sex and beauty was shaving her PUSSY? Go kill yourself
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Summary: Being a babysitter for a single mom and her three kids shouldn't be this scary.
(Plotline follows the plot of the movie except the kandarian demon wins, of course.)
Warnings: Very nsfw, a lot of gore, oral sex, age gap, dub-con, multiple character deaths, and the kandarian demon is his own warning.
"See, doesn't this look so much better?"
You put the pink barbie hair brush on the table and handed Kassie her amalgamation of a plaything. Sitting on your lap were clumps of blonde plastic doll hair. The other two children looked at their younger sister and smiled at her profound weirdness for her self crafted guardian, 'Staffanie'.
"If she hurts someone with that, I'm blaming you." Beth took a look at your handiwork and simply shook her head.
"I'm also blaming you!" Ellie's playful voice chimed in from the kitchen. The two of you locked eyes for what felt like forever. Her piercing blue eyes were so beautifully expressive to you. They made every little expression she made for each of her different emotions look so elegant. You could only dream of having eyes like hers.
The eye contact between you two broke when Beth picked up her backpack and started passing around gifts. She handed you a rusty silver keychain that was in the shape of a guitar.
"Sorry, I got caught in the rain with this one. My bag was drenched." She clenched her stomach in pain and hunched over.
"Hey, you good?" You gave her a questioning look, and she offered you a pitiful smile. "Ate some shitty foreign food." You didn't question her further and the conversation moved on to the topic of Ellie's freshly dyed hair. Everyone at the table complimented her on it, but when it was your turn, her children looked at you with knowing faces.
"Oh, I almost forgot! I got this for your dad." Beth pridefully brandished the cheap tourist mug at the table, and everyone's faces fell flat.
"Uh, I'm going to take the kids to get pizzaâŚ" You expected Ellie to give you a look of approval, but she only kept her intense stare with her sister. There was a lot of sorrow and hurt within her eyes.
"Danny can do it. You can go home for the night. Thank you." The way she said was completely robotic and monotone, she was clearly upset, and you didn't want to press her on it. She hired you to babysit the kids while she worked, and that's all your job was, nothing more and nothing less.
Feeling out of place, you said goodnight to everyone, grabbed your stuff, and left. You weren't going to debate with her as they weren't your kids, and you've only known them for a couple of months. You had just moved in and needed a cheap enough place to stay that you can balance with your college tuition when she offered you the job.
Ellie couldn't afford to pay you after the first month, but you still stayed and helped out. With not having any kids of your own and barely knowing anyone in the city, you felt like you had a genuine family and a home away from home. You'd be a complete liar if you said you didn't have any kind of romantic feelings for the single mother.
You got in the elevator and watched as the kids came running behind you. They all had somber faces, but it was Kassie that leaned her face into your side and let you hold her until the elevator stopped at your floor.
"Don't fuck the pizzeria up please I like eating there too. Call me when you get back in the house." With that their eyes perked up and brightened and they all had smiles once again. The elevator closed behind you and you let your shoulders slump. You put the key in your apartment door and didn't even have to look in the mirror beside your front door to know your eyes were watery and you were moments from crying.
You felt like such an idiot, she hadn't even divorced yet, she was practically your boss, and she was old enough to be your own mother yet here you were catching feelings like they were sicknesses. You threw your guitar keychain against the wall and buried your face into your couch.
You were going to sleep this off. Yeah, that's exactly what you were going to do. Just get up in the morning and do your online classes while babysitting the kids and hope that this would all be swept over in the morning.
You hadn't even realized you dozed off face down on the couch until the room shaking awoke you. With hair strewn wildly across your face, you got down on the ground and braced yourself for the earthquake. When it was over and you were still alive you almost thanked God until you realized the kids had never called you to let you know they were home and the Earth had just decided to fucking shake a few moments ago.
With shaking hands, you snatched your phone off the floor and panicked when you realized there was no service. This was common after earthquakes but not at all good in your predicament. You left your stuff, and more than likely, your front door unlocked and ran upstairs just to see the kids coming out of the elevator.
"You're alright!" You were practically going to hug them until Ellie took all three of them into a tight embrace. Her black flower tattoo displayed beautifully on her arm as she pulled Danny closer.
Before you could back up, she used her left hand to give you a gesture indicating you to come over and join the hug. She didn't have to ask twice because you were over there in an instant. Her arm wrapped around you, and she pulled you tighter into the hug with the kids.
As the kids headed back into the apartment, they were complaining about the dropped pizza and you were going to go in too until Ellie stopped you. She gave her sister a look, telling her to go inside and give the both of you a minute alone.
"Listen I-"
"Wait. Let me speak."
She interrupted you by putting her finger in the air.
"You need to get some sleep. You look tired as hell. Get some sleep, and I'll call you later, or I'll go down to see you, and then we can have this conversation. Sounds good?"
You were too stunned to speak, so she put both of her hands around the sides of your head and made you nod 'yes' to her question.
"Now go get some rest." The way she leaned in was so close that your lips were almost touching. She was quite taller than you, so if you wanted to let your lips meet hers, you'd have to stand on your tippy toes to compete with her god-given model height.
With that, you went back downstairs feeling like you were on cloud nine without even having to get a kiss. Just the implication was enough for you. It was almost pathetic. You could bet you even had a bit of a skip in your walk as you returned back to your apartment. Once you got in, you took a hot shower and changed into some fresh pajamas. You were going to watch a movie, but there was still no service or cable connection.
You grabbed a couple of your textbooks and dropped them on the bed with a sigh. Ellie told you to get some rest, but you were far too excited to sleep. She told you she'd either call you or come see you after the kids were asleep and that had your all nerves on high alert. For her to think you'd go to sleep after hearing something like that was comical.
After a while you had your phone sitting on your desk far away from you so you could get some work done without having to check to see if you had service or see the time to see if there was still a chance of Ellie coming.
You had no indication of how time was passing unless you wanted to measure your growing anxiety and fatigue. It was getting to the point that it was becoming difficult just to keep your eyes open. They felt heavy, and if you didn't focus hard enough, you were sure you were going to fall asleep right there.
A gentle knock at the door startled you momentarily. That wasn't Ellie's usual knock, so you disregarded it to probably a tenant knocking at the wrong door.
The knock came again, albeit much more forceful this time.
"Ellie?" Your question sounded much more excited than you intended to out loud, and you were hoping she wouldn't think youb being too giddy about this whole thing was obnoxious. You got closer to the door and tried to look through the peephole. Someone's hand was clearly in front of it. There was nothing but darkness in what should have been a well lit hallway.
"I'm sorry I left you waiting, I had to do some laundry, and the kids wouldn't go to bed." Her voice sounded relatively normal, but something was clearly off.
"Are the lights out cause I can't see out of the peephole?" You had to pause for a minute and realize what you've just said. There was no reason to feel like you needed to see out of the peephole to let Ellie in. You two have known each other for months, and you trusted her. All that and yet your gut was still telling you that you needed to see who you were unlocking the door for.
"No, the lights are fine. And isn't it too late to start playing peekaboo?"
Her last remark sounded rather sarcastic, and you began to feel bad about making her wait. Carefully, you undid the door lock and the dead bolt and allowed the door to swing open. You felt too embarrassed about the whole situation and what happened earlier to even look at her when she came in.
She closed the door behind herself, and you plopped down on the couch. You moved your textbooks off the other side of the couch and stared at the black TV screen.
"So, uh- about earlier, I'm really trying not to get involved more than I already am, but -"
You were cut off when you started to smell something odd in the room. You sniffed the air more intently for a moment. Something just didn't smell right. The air smelled rotten if that was even how you'd even describe it. There was also something lingering with it, possibly sulfur. You finally turned around to look at her. She was staring dead in your face, as well as being much closer than you expected her to be.
You quickly got off the couch and your jaw practically dropped. You backed up from the sight in front of you and knocked a glass vase off the living room table. Shards of glass sprinkled themselves across the floor at your feet upon impact. You wanted to scream, but no noise would leave your mouth.
What stood in front of you was not Ellie. It was just wearing her as a costume for the time being... She was soaked in water, and her hair was practically still dripping onto the floor as if she had just taken a shower in all her clothes. Dark red splatters coagulated against her skin. It looked clumpy and uneven in some areas, meaning it was possibly a mixture of blood and scattered pieces of flesh.
Her face appeared gaunt and hollow, and those once beautiful eyes of hers were sunken and looked somewhat swollen. Her face stayed in the same expression you saw while you were sitting on the couch. She had the widest smile you've ever seen her with. It looked utterly unnatural, and like her skin was pulled in that direction.
"What were you saying again?" When she held out her hand to gesture for you to continue talking, you could see that it was visibly coated in blood.
She had a set of uneven black long claws on her fingers. Her nails were nothing like that when you saw her earlier. They looked like they belonged to some kind of feral animal, and they looked abhorrently dangerous.
"Ellie what happened to you-"
"-Finissssh what you were saying."
Her voice was abnormally deep and distorted, just hearing it made you feel like you should have dragged your own nails through your face until you felt bone. Tears began to fall from your eyes, and that only made her smile even wider.
"I was saying t-that, I don't want to get too involved in your life and with your kids." Her fingers indicated for you to go on, and you did.
"It's just- I like you, I always have."
Your hands went to your face to wipe off the assault of tears that were hurdling down. Ellie's smile dropped, and her facial expression fell flat. Her eyes were completely unreadable. It was almost like she was dead. She was silent for a moment, staring at you in an unnatural and unnerving way.
"That's so sweet of you to say⌠I'll pass the message down to Ellie and her fatherless children in hell."
You could feel your back press up against the wall as you wanted to do nothing more to put distance in between you and whatever this thing was. It seemed like the more you moved away from Ellie, the closer she would get to you, as if you two were moving in sync.
"What the fuck are you?!" That felt like a stupid question to ask as you weren't even sure if you wanted the answer. You could see a box cutter sitting on the window sill to your left, and you slowly moved in the direction while making sure to keep eye contact with this intruder.
"Where are the kids?" Your voice cracked up with a whine as it felt like your heart was sinking. Ellie, not answering either of the questions, caused you to sob and clench your chest. It just stood there and stared at you, as if this was funny to it. Once you were finally in front of the window, you gripped the box cutter tightly and held it behind your back.
The closer she moved toward you, the more of her you could see. Just looking at the open wounds and gashes on her made your stomach clench in disgust. There was a severed finger hanging on what appeared to be a tendon attached to her foot. The finger was smallâŚ
"Don't come any closer!" You held up the box cutter and ejected the blade. Ellie was unphased by your threat as she stepped slowly onto the shards of glass from the shattered vase. Her smile remained unwavering as the glass crunched under weight, and the soles of her feet began to bleed.
Her clawed bloody hand snatched up yours in what felt like the pins and needles against your skin from how tight of a grip she had. The grip made your hand squeeze painfully around the silver box cutter. The screams you let out were so loud as you hoped you woke up someone, anyone to come help you.
Involuntarily, your hand holding the box cutter began to move toward her face. All you could do was wince and look away as she made you carve into the delicate flesh of her forehead. The sounds of skin ripping under the blade felt like listening to nails on a chalkboard. You looked up at her and saw she had used your hand to carve a giant thick pentagram into her face.
The cackle she let out was so distorted and broken up that it sounded like she was choking. Her clawed hand wrapped around your neck, making you drop the box cutter, and she lifted you up and pinned you against the window. You shut your eyes tightly and tried to force yourself to believe you were sleeping and that this was all one long bad nightmare.
An impossibly long tongue slipped out of her mouth, and it grazed against the side of your face. Her licking you was only the dreaded reaffirmation you needed to know that this was in the real world and not your imagination.
"You think I can't smell that?" The expression of confusion was evident on your face while she held you up even higher.
Ellie took a long, deep inhale of the air before she exhaled. She did it again before her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Droplets of blood from freshly carved pentagram in her face leaked into her corneas and made it appear like she was crying blood. You had no idea what she was smelling in the air other than the putrid, metallic smell of the trail of blood she brought into your home.
"You reek of sin." She used her free hand to drag her claw up your leg and before stopping at your inner thigh. The burning sting of your skin being sliced made your knee jerk into her stomach, and she promptly responded by banging your head against the wall.
She resumed what she was doing prior to assaulting you, and you tried your hardest to stay still.
One of her bloody clawed fingers slipped into your pajama shorts, and you couldn't stop yourself from squeezing your legs shut.
"Uh-uh." She shook her finger at you in response, and her smile only deepened until you could see the internal pink muscles of her cheeks.
"You shut your legs now as if you weren't about to spread them for this whore." It would be fraudulent denial to act like you weren't the slightest bit aroused when you heard Ellie at the door, you thought you'd be getting laid not having to be battered around by this blood soaked pretender.
"You're not Ellie!"
"Does it matter?" The tone of her voice switched to its normal sound and depth as if this thing was trying to manipulate you. You were going to protest further until her hand creeped deeper into your shorts while you had your guard down, making you yelp. Her fingers ghosted over the folds of your cunt as you struggled desperately to get away.
"I slit the groupie's unborn bastard baby from the womb of her corpse, and I'll rip yours open next."
Within an instant you stopped moving and remained entirely limp under her grasp.
"See, now you're being good. Remember, only good girls get rewarded."
Your jaw dropped when she said that, as you would frequently tell the youngest child Kassie to prevent her from getting into physical altercations with her siblings with the promise of her favorite candy.
"I don't have any candy, but I may just let you walk away alive to tell their story." Ellie's sing-songy voice made you feel like that statement was a complete lie.
You responded in silence, and that made her giggle. It was Ellie's giggle, but the person holding you against the wall wasn't Ellie. They may have looked and sounded like her, but there was no indication of life behind those glassy eyes.
Slowly, she loosened her grip around you, and you began to slide down the window. You butt hit the window sill, and your back pressed back against the glass panes only to hear the wooden frame creak. This was an old and cheap apartment building, and you both knew that there was no way the window would support your weight being pressed against it.
"Imagine falling from this height." You didn't have to imagine it because your brain had already pictured the hundred different scenarios that could lead to you falling to your death. Her comment sounded more like she was curious about seeing you splatter and turn into a red stain on the pavement of the alleyway rather than a threat.
You were snapped back to reality when your shorts and underwear were yanked down your legs. Ellie sank down onto her knees, and both of your legs were pulled up around her shoulders. There was literally nothing you could do to get yourself out of this. There was no way you could save yourself because it's not like you even knew what this damned thing really was.
Her unnaturally long tongue creeped out of her mouth, and it slowly started lapping at your wet heat. This thing, it was teasing you. You were dripping wet, and it was going to tease you. It banged your head against the wall, crushed your hand, sliced open your thigh with one of its claws, and it was going to sit here and tease you⌠All while masquerading around in Ellie's body.
You bit your lip to keep a whimper from escaping your mouth and let your head hit back against the window panel. The window frame gave you another warning creak, and you just about sobbed. Ellie paid your crisis no mind as she used her tongue to rub wet circles around your clitoris.
Her tongue appeared incredibly darkened in color to the point it looked black, and the saliva dangling around it was abnormally thick. It was almost like a slime. It had been a while since you'd touched yourself, so your body felt far too sensitive for its own good. This senseless pleasure, unfortunately, did not distract your mind from how you would meet your impending death.
This thing in Ellie's body was just aching to kill you, and you doubted that letting it touch you like this would change its mind. For something so dangerous, she was using her tongue against you rather softly. The lewd noises that your body made in response to her generous licking held a veil of shame over your face. You've just never felt so conflicted like this.
When the tips of her black claws pierced your thighs, it was almost like she was reminding you not to get too comfortable. Your head practically slammed itself against the window when she thrusted her unusual tongue into your pleading hole. Several gasps left your lips as her tongue explored you internally and teased the insides of your walls, making your nails dig into the wooden window sill.
The window gave you another warning creak, and this one was far louder than the others. One of her hands left from around your thighs and relocated to between your legs and resumed the same movements her tongue did around your clitoris just this time, it felt much more aggressive. Her thumb applied pressure around your sensitive bundle of nerves while her tongue danced along the flesh of the insides of your walls.
That dead expression in her eyes never changed throughout any of this, those soulless blue orbs stared at you so intensely that you were worried at any moment she'd change her mind about sparing your life. The pace of her thumb quickened, and that familiar knot began to form in your lower stomach, indicating that you were getting close to climaxing.
Slowly but steadily, you were tetering at the brim of being on the edge of orgasming. Just when you could feel your cunt start to clench up, her tongue poked and prodded at your g-spot and as a response the muscles of your pelvis tightened up and you came brutally with a rocking of your hips. You could feel the gush of your release start to drip down over your puckered hole.
Without a warning, she completely stopped everything she was doing and removed her tongue from your slick heat.
"What did I do -"
A clawed hand tangled itself into your hair, and you weren't allowed to resist when she forced both of your mouths to connect. The pressure of the added weight against the window caused the glass panes to crack. That darkened black tongue slipped into your mouth and forced itself down your throat. It felt like she was trying to suffocate you to death with it. The taste of blood and the juices of your release overwhelmed the senses of your tastebuds.
The taste was intoxicating, and the lack of oxygen was making you feel lightheaded. After that, even your jaw was beginning to hurt. She yanked her tongue out of your mouth abruptly, and you watched the long appendage slowly slide back into her mouth. Those empty eyes stared at you for a moment without saying anything. You feared for the worse and tightly shut your eyes, praying that maybe the window would collapse before this thing could do whatever it had planned for you.
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heyyyyyy-yooooo this is my first like, full fic for Ellie from Evil Dead Rise, i was IMMEDIATELY attached to her first time i saw the trailer. now here we are. this is kinda bloody kinda fucked up but you're fucking a Deadite so. probably gonna have to be fucked up.
ellie/reader, 18+ wlw oneshot :) not really mo/mmy kink but the word is used once.
word count: 4,028
It always seemed to be raining in this city. Everytime you shut your car door, turned the ignition, there it went - the iron smell of rain filling your nose as you cursed the heavy drops splashing against the asphalt, your brakes squealing lightly as you pulled out of your parking garage and sped off to your destination.
It was as if the weather itself was preparing you for the doom and gloom of the abandoned high-rise on the corner of the darkest, least-traveled street, the apartment building no one ever dared to venture into, the one everyone whispered about I heard thereâs ghosts I even heard serial killers like to dump bodies there yeah well I heard it was a satanic ritual site dead cats and bloody chickensâ
No one dared venture there but you.
Not that those folks had a bad reason to steer clear of that dark, dank place, but you were always attracted to the absence of light, and when the city had deemed the building condemned, and ordered it to be torn down to make room for some luxury high-end bullshit, you panicked, called every town representative, even booked appointments with the mayor. All of your begging and pleading for them to leave the building be - itâs a part of our history, you canât just destroy it! - seemed to work, as within the month of the first destruction order, the higher-ups in town had laid off of it and decided to not go through with it. You werenât sure if it were your doing that kept the building upright but you certainly liked to think so. Thatâs what you told her, anyways.
Of course, it was for her. Everything you did lately was for her.
Blood ran cold through your veins as you locked your car up, and made your way to the shabby elevator on the ground floor. The clacking of your shoes against the concrete the only noise in the damp car lot, reverberating off of the few old, broken down vehicles no one cared - or dared - to come collect. They had been there since you could remember, the time passing you by and you genuinely couldnât remember, how long had you been coming here, for her?
Her smell, spicy and sweet and tart all in one - like rotten candy sweltering on a hot day, cotton candy full of maggots and lollipops sticky with iron and cloves and sweat - swept you off your feet (your heart skipped a beat but she couldnât know she made you nervous, but the type of nervous like you were asking out your crush for the first time, every time you interacted with her), the nearly broken elevator clanging and slamming shut as you gingerly stepped in, the only reason it still worked is because she had made it so, allowed it to work only for you (she secretly just wanted you to arrive to her quicker, and she knew how your feet ached after your shifts at work, so she let the elevator run - but she would never let you know that she actually cared about your sore feet).
You could smell her from down the hall, ten doors down from the apartment she was most fond of. She could smell you as soon as your car turned the corner onto the street.
The pipes and exposed brick were shrouded in dark shadowy lighting, the rain outside making it nearly impossible to see clearly into the hallway, but you didnât need the light - you knew exactly where you were going, your feet already shuffling towards the door, her door, as if your brain no longer was employed by you, but by her reign. A stab of delight and dull energy flooded your gut as you stood in front of the apartment, the hallway carpet damp and stinking of iron. You didnât even have to knock.
â---
âThhhh-ere you are, little one, I missed you so,â the crackle of her voice, deep and airy, womanly and demonic all at once, echoing across the apartment and into the nooks and crannies of your mind. She was everywhere, all at once, covering the floor, the ceiling, the bed, your own body - Ellie had you pinned beneath her, one arm held across your throat, and you could just make out the fine line ink she had tattooed over her wrist, so telling of the woman she once was, long gone by now. The thought of what she truly was, demonic, evil, made you shiver lightly, an excitement only Ellie could bring unraveling in your gut.
Dark hands, bony and long, the hands most were afraid of grabbing their little feet from beneath their childhood beds, wrapped themselves around you, one moving from your shoulder to trail across your outstretched neck, viscously cold, starting a path downward, icy patches of fingertips crawling over the start of your shirt. Ellie playfully tugged at the material, urging the cloth off of your skin, and you complied immediately - rushing to shrug your tshirt from your upper body (you had gotten onto her about ripping all of your clothing in her desperation to get you undressed) to give yourself to her entirely, her eyes shined evilly at your choice to not wear a bra - you were exposed, body and soul, and she craved everything you had, wanted everything you were.
And you were more than willing to give it all up.
Ellie enjoyed the tease, taking her time to undo you piece by piece, painfully, excruciatingly slow, and put you together again; you were merely a toy for this ghoul to play with and throw around - until you didnât entertain her anymore and she ripped the head off of her Barbie doll, but you didnât care to think about that much, or think about the fact that your death would not upset you, but not being with her anymore, would.
The hand upon your torso engulfed one of your breasts, clawed thumb laving across your nipple and your hips jerked upwards at the sudden touch, begging for attention down below already and Ellieâs face morphed into something sinister, thick seeping plasma weeping from her ears and nose dripping down onto your heaving stomach.
âImpatient little bird, arenât you? Youâre dessss-perate for it,â the seething words dripped from her lips like rotten honey, the drawn out syllables going straight to your dampening cunt. Ellie could smell it, and you knew. âWhat does my little slut want, hm?â
âPlease, Ellie... it's been so long,"
âTell me what you want or Iâll never let you come again, and I mean it, stupid little girl.â
She was always like this, at first - so mean to you, so full of rage and chaotic evil and it burned you alive in desire for her, but also in desperation to please her, to wrench that softness out of her that you knew she had for you. But once she saw how you opened yourself up for her, fell apart in her grasp, took her in for every disgusting, nasty thing she was, and adored her, she eased up with the bite of her words. Ellie could actually be quite tender with you, and only you, and even though the demon probably wouldnât admit it, she enjoyed pleasing you as much as you did her, the sweetness you brought out in her a gift you always cherished.
âYou, I want.. you. Please please, Ellie,â your voice was small, quiet in the dark of the room, your small pants of desperation heard in between each breathed out syllable. You were beginning to squirm below her, needing something, friction, a touch, something. Ellie herself was beginning to feel shaky, the demonâs desires bubbling up like a sick broth of unfiltered lust, gluttony for your attention, your touch, your body.
A bloodshot eye twitched, Ellieâs eyebrow raising in interest and joy in your agony, taunting you and teasing you to continue, sweet thing. You know you always get what you want in the end, anyhow.
âPlease touch me, Ellie. Please, I really need you,â the tears in your eyes brought her over the edge, you liked to think - she crashed forward into you, two large, slender hands on either side of your face, her mouth pressed into yours. Kissing her always made your heart leap into your throat in want (never, ever in fear), her mouth always so cold on yours but she was such a decadent kisser, it made up for the freeze tenfold. Dried blood and gore on her mouth from god knows who she had attacked recently dripped down onto the frontside of your bare chest. Her nails pressing dangerously into your cheeks, keeping you in place - kiss after she kiss she planted into your lips and your entire mouth tasted like congealed blood and decaying flesh and her thin but powerful figure was flush to yours, tight under her body and stuck there until she wanted you to not be, and you could have genuinely cried thick, happy tears because it felt so good to touch her, to be touched by her.
What a monster she was but how beautiful, oh how beautiful.
You were so caught up in her face against yours you did not fully register the womanâs hips moving gingerly against your own, chasing her own sensations, or her shoulders flexing as a gray hand slipped lower, lower, until her fingertips were resting at the waistband of your shorts, her thumb drawing tiny circles on your hipbone. Your entire lower body swayed upwards, pleading, you could feel her laugh from inside your own head, your mouth, vibrations of her sick voice shaking your entire being and you were on the verge of tears you were so desperate for something, anything, as long as it were her giving it to you.
When Ellie pulled back from you, it felt like your world was crashing apart, drifting out to sea lost forever but she was this siren, this filthy creature ushering you back to your reality, to yourself and back to the bedroom in this abandoned apartment at the edge of town - in this room, half-naked with this monster, and you had never felt so electrified before in your life. Upon meeting Ellie your world hadnât just been turned upside down but it had been burned to the ground, demolished, entirely rebuilt and replaced around her. She had very quickly driven out anything in your life that didnât pertain to her. Your biggest fear, now, was not death, or regrets, or other people - it was now losing Ellie, or her losing her fondness for you, how she protected you, how she touched you, how her inhuman eyes shone when she gazed upon you, how sweetly she would whisper to you as you came for her for the fourth time. Ellie was your only world now.
The woman sat up, back on her haunches just to look you over, panting, sweating and drooling for her; she could be extra mean tonight and leave you there alone, not touch you at all, let you buck your hips against nothing as she sat and taunted you for hours. But you had been so good for her recently, cogs turned in her diseased brain and she decided to have a bit of mercy, moreso for her own sake than yours - and what was the fun in leaving you alone?- undead fingers teased underneath the edges of your underwear, lightly scraping against your skin and raising gooseflesh all across your arms, legs. One pointer finger ran its bony knuckle up and down the front of your clothed center, excruciatingly slow and not near enough pressure. Ellie giggled cruelly as you whimpered like a kicked puppy, legs attempting to close her in closer to you, and her fingers were so goddamn close to your center you could feel her claws tugging gently at your pubic hair. Wetness pooled in your cunt and you felt like shouting and grabbing her wrists and pushing her fingers into you and grinding your clit against her thumb andâ
Ellie shushed you, so calmly, as if you werenât on the verge of a desperation-induced panic attack, one hand withdrawing to come up and cup your face, her eyes boring into yours and you couldnât, wouldnât, look away.
âIs this what you want, sweet girl? You want me to fuck your pretty darling cunt?â
All you could do was nod pitifully - please, please, please - fat tears hot on your flushed cheeks. Sometimes you could forget what she was - pretend she was a normal woman, living in a normal apartment, with a normal life, the way she was before she had succumbed to the finality that was her possession. You could pretend you were her lover, stopping by her place for a visit after work, being with her and watching movies on the couch, laughing at the corny love scenes and playfully throwing popcorn at each other, maybe even order takeout and share a dish with her and her children, cracking open a bottle of wine and letting the night air coming through the cheap windows dictate your movements with her, taking it slow and ending up in between the sheets after the kids had gone to bed, sweet, passionate. Sometimes, you felt a shrapnel of pain for the woman she had been so long ago, you didnât feel so utterly fucked in the head, but this was not one of those moments. It was the complete opposite.
Ellie was horrifying, bending over you, body taught like a bow, ready to snap and plunge her teeth into your soft neck, gnashing and growling like some sort of feral animal, deep and primal and she truly was an apex predator and you merely some grazing antelope that had been delusional enough to fall in love with its attacker. Her skin was near translucent and blue-gray, black spider veins winding across her joints creating delicate patterns you liked to trace up and down with your fingertips when you were lying down beside her, those rare moments you could actually touch her (Ellie would never let you know how much she enjoyed when she allowed you to press your fingers to her skin, how much it sent chills of her own down her wretched spine).
She caressed your cheek so sweetly with the thumb holding your face, cooing at your attempts to grind against any part of her your hips could reach, teasing, taunting, letting you break down into intrinsic need. Two long digits swooned across your trembling lower lip, prying your mouth open and slipping them inside to swirl them over your tongue, ancient flavors of hemoglobin and vital fluids leaking down your throat as you obediently suckled on them, only for her to gingerly remove them and plunge them into her own open jaw, gathering the sticky-sweet black paste of her spit before she finally, finally tugged your underwear to the side, a cold rush of air washing across your soaked flesh and you physically jumped in her grasp when the feeling registered - ohhhh, youâre dripping for me, arenât you? Poor thing must be desperate. Ellieâs eyes never left yours and her iron grip on your face wouldnât allow you to look away from her in sweet embarrassment as the clawed finger that had just been wetted by her foul mouth slipped between your lower lips, dragging the calloused knuckle up, up, up until it swayed across your clitoris, dancing around it in a tight movement and you utterly fell apart, toes clenching, a fresh wave of sweat beginning to form across your hairline. Her sadistic giggle bounced around in your head, all higher brain function shutting down as she continued to play with your clit, two of her slender fingers rolling your sweet spot now, smiling dangerously in your face and you could feel your own eyebrows and mouth twisting in sick pleasure, relief that she was assuredly touching you. Your legs unfolded and splayed themselves and Ellie took the hint and forced her way to crouch between them, her body slotted across yours and a decaying arm slipped underneath your neck to support you, press your face closer to her, bury it in her freezing shoulder. Ellie had you entirely in her grasp and you were squirming, falling, crying out, chanting her name as if you were translating passages from the vile book that summoned her here - Ellie, Ellie, Eliie, please-uh - her name some fucked up prayer to some fucked up god to please, donât stop I wonât be able to survive if you stop.
But none of your insistent begging fell on listening ears and she took her absolute time unraveling you from inside out, sniffing and nipping at your collarbones, mixing saccharine kisses in with bites of decomposing teeth. Her patience whilst fucking you into another dimension was unwavering and near frustrating; here you were, panting, chest heaving, eyes rolling in the sockets like loose marbles, whiny noises of perfect agony escaping your throat; Ellie was persistent in her focus on the circles she was painting into your cunt, unblinking, seemingly unaffected by the entire situation (but you could swear you felt her body tremble, a slight intake of breath exhaled as a growl when you cried out her name, and you felt the string of drool dangling onto your shoulder from her open mouth, proof Ellie was as stirred as you were.)
âThere you are, filthy girl. Dumb slut, gonna come just from my fingers,â she jeered at you, voice like a foghorn in the mist of the condemned building, reverberating against every wall and every piece of furniture to bounce back into your ears, her words a stark contrast to the sudden gentle presses of her lips down the side of your neck, stopping to softly suck a mark into the frail skin there. The way her mouth couldn't quite form the words properly as she spoke, her teeth and tongue and lips not moving the way a normal human beingâs would; her words sometimes unintelligible and scattered, added another layer of god this is terrifying she is so far gone I am so fucked up I am burning for eternity I have lost everything I am so fucking dead but god her fingers feel so fucking perfect Iâ
Your head was spinning, vision blurry and all you could manage was to press your face deeper into the crevice of the demonâs shoulder, cry out your pleasure there, let her drink up your dependence on her, drink up your unhealthy attachment. Colors that didnât exist in this realm spotted your eyelids, sparks of something poisonous but addictive bolted through every artery in your body. You imagined every bodily system breaking down, piece by piece, only to be roughly stitched back together again by her bloodstained, sooty nails. That is how she showed her soft spot for you, by breaking you over and over, fixing you, over and over.
The noxious stench of dying spiced fruits permeated your nostrils, flaring and shuddering with your body as her fingers danced between your thighs faster, smoother, conjoined by your own wetness and her slimy drool, your climax quickly bubbling in the base of your spinal cord. You tried to pant out your oncoming apex but Ellie had other ideas, it seemed - and slapped her free hand across your mouth, tight and unforgiving, silencing any pleas of mercy. A cracking whine shuddered from your lips as best as it could under her palm, your eyes closing in fear of her not allowing you to finish; truly, the worst punishment the demon could delve out to you.
âNo, no, no, silly girl⌠look at me when you come, whore. Nasty little thing you are, arenât you, sweetheart?â
The maliciousness in her words was clouded by her middle finger suddenly criss-crossing over the bundle of your clitoris harder and quicker than before, sloppy noises of your dripping cunt mixed with the vibrations across the room of her incantation, and you were silent-screaming into the womanâs hand by this point, legs shaking, hips fluid and bucking upwards to meet her touch deeper, your neck craned back and throat exposed to her festering mouth. You were actually crying, now, leaving wet rivulets across your heavily flushed cheeks, tears blurring your vision of Ellieâs eyes glaring directly into yours, only mere centimeters between the both of your faces. You could see pure evil there, in her afflicted corneas, demons and darkness dancing across moonlit skies and innocent souls, devoured, torn open and seeping, ancient rituals and rites and passages of resurrection etched into flesh. You saw carnage, all of the horrible, wretched things she had done, and will do, what would happen to you if you so dare break your loyalty to her; limbs torn from each other, eye sockets empty and tongue pulled out like taffy. None of these dank things frightened you, however - you were just as gone as Ellie and had no intention of ever clawing your way out of this grave, this bleached-dead hole of sickness youâd so gracefully delved into. You didnât want an existence without her, and she would make it so that you stayed dutifully by her side for an eternity you couldnât begin to fathom.
âThereâs my good girl. Come on, come for mommy,â
One, two, three more harsh circles of her fingertip around your pearl and you were careening backwards, nodding uncontrollably and only the whites of your eyes sparkled in the grayness of the room they were rolled back so far into your head, blubbering and sobbing and howling your orgasm out into the palm of her hand, kissing and nipping the broken skin there in appreciation, blind adoration of this creature that had taken you in, sheltered you, fed you. That little death rattled your brain, shook apart your insides - every time she took you, it was as if little shards of your soul got boiled up and swallowed down whole (at some point there would be nothing left of you but a rotting stinking carcass but you never liked to think for the future, anyways.)
Ellie licked a gentle stripe up your neck starting at your collarbone and ending behind your ear, mouthing at the soft patches of pretty skin there along the way, bringing you back down to reality and back down to her. The tension in your body began to dissipate, a soft, sweet feeling of release replacing it; and she was still there, holding you through it all like some sick caregiver, nosing at and licking across your face, throat, chest. Her tongue slid up to your lips and she kissed you, really kissed you, both hands undoing themselves from between your legs and clasped across your mouth to tenderly hold your face, cradling you as she pressed herself to you, pressing butterflies of kisses from your lips to your nose to your forehead and back down. Your breathing steadied, tracing a fingertip up her thin neck and across to her shoulder in a sweet gesture, a lock of her dull red hair twirled in your hand. Ellie was always so much calmer after sheâd fucked you, the demon slowing down and enjoying your company, enjoying your caresses and there was real, tangible intimacy between the two of you, and it was something you never thought you would cherish as much as you did. You held Ellie dearly to you, as she did to you in return.
Her words should have terrified you. You should have seen her and ran, screaming, crying, rushed out of the complex and back out into your car and drove as fast as you could as far as you could, never to look back. Just as she should have roared in your presence, stalked you down the elevator - sank her teeth into the back of your neck and ripped and slashed and ate you down until you were bloody and bone and dust. But none of that happened, and you felt twinges of serenity and sleep poking at your eyelids.
âYou wonât ever leave me, sweet girl. I wonât ever let you go.â
ellie accidentally scares you. you leave. probably not the best idea you've had.
I hope y'all enjoy this!!!!! Lots of good stuff yknow getting dragged across the floor, threatened to be killed, yadda yadda (also ellie deals with some emotion heyyyyyy)
18+, wlw oneshot
word count: 5,992 (goddamn)
You knew she hadnât meant to hurt you. You knew it had just been an accident, a slip of her claw against your throat that just so happened to be a little too deep, a little too bloody, a little too close.
She hadnât meant it, really.
But fight or flight was a strong instinct. Your gut reaction was to run, and that you did. It hadnât been merely fifteen seconds after the slice of her nail to your neck, the thin red line of your blood down your frontside, and your eyes went wide, glazed in animalistic fear, lip trembling in a quiet sob, your hands shaking, grabbing your phone and your keys and barreling out of the front door, leaving Ellie behind without even a glance backwards towards her. Of course, if it had been anyone else, she would have pounced, snarling, sinking gray teeth into their shoulder to bring them down like a lioness would a buffalo, for even daring to attempt to run from her.
But the only thing Ellie could fathom was how much she really didnât want to see how your hand grasped at the bleeding wound she had inflicted, that fear in your eyes directed towards her, ever again.
Demons werenât hardwired to feel remorse, or regret, or anything other than hatred, bloodlust. Any remnant of the woman she was, had been crushed into sawdust, thrown to the wind to be forgotten and forced down by time. Ellie could remember faint inklings of what guilt felt like deep in her soul, so riddled with disease and suffering it was difficult for her to recognize, but it was there - regret of a single mother that had been etched into her DNA, something not even the Necronomicon could take away or replace altogether. And that feeling, that sharp twinge of fuck what have I done I fucked it all up for good this time was an insistent voice gnawing in the back of her fucked up brain.
Needless to say, it was at moments like these where the ancient evil realized it was indeed quite sweet on you.
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You werenât really sure why you had run so quickly out of her apartment, werenât familiar with the surge of explicit fear that had ravaged your body when she had, albeit accidentally, wounded you. You had never run from her before, not even upon your first meeting her, that sudden run-in after exploring the abandoned building and your curiosity had almost gotten you slaughtered. But at this moment your lizard-brain had decided to feel terror, and fight or flight had unanimously chosen flight.
Now, you just felt silly, the gash in your neck was much less a gash and more akin to a scratch that your cat would make; yes, Ellie had drawn blood but, considering her unique nature, was that really so out of the ordinary for her? The blood had stopped flowing nearly as soon as it had begun, and now you were halfway to your own apartment, white-knuckling your steering wheel and you wanted to literally die of embarrassment. Not only that, your mind refocused on poor Ellie, how awful did that make her feel? You sprinting out of her home, terrified over⌠what, exactly? Seriously, what the fuck?
The incident, although from the outside looking in, seemed very petty and minute, raised a relatively serious question about the nature of your relationship with Ellie - you two couldnât have been more different, and sometimes the question of your compatibility for lack of a better term, arose. This only added to the equation - were you and Ellie truly too different from one another to even begin to try? The very thought in your head of never seeing her again made your stomach twist in nausea.
With an exasperated sigh you decided to continue to go home, now too embarrassed to face her and try to, probably badly, explain what just happened. She was an ancient demon, of course she wasnât going to understand some dumb humanâs flighty behavior, how sometimes things that didnât bother you suddenly did bother you, how anxiety worked, all those boring human things that you just tried to keep to yourself. Being around Ellie could be difficult, to say the least - you werenât exactly sure how much humanity the woman still had left, you werenât sure how she would react to.. anything, really. Apparently, demons had good days and bad, just like people - sometimes Ellie was an absolute pleasure to be around, funny, playfully mean, even gentle and sweet at times. But other times, she was cruel, angry, sharp to the touch. On those days, you figured she was just hungry, or maybe something else. You knew she could get upset, could see it in how her head would jerk, her body twitched, her eyes glowed. Maybe, on those days, when Ellie was a little snappier than usual, a little more harsh, there was something human bubbling up inside of her, maybe she was trying to piece together the person she once was. Maybe existing in this world as something so old you couldnât fathom, so divine in its own sick right, so otherworldly - maybe it hurt. Was Ellie in pain herself? Did her body ache, after so long of being used as a puppet, her arms and legs twisted and retwisted back together, stagnant scars weeping across her joints where she was first taken by the book? Was she burning? You didnât like to keep those questions around.
Being close to, and especially sleeping with a thousands-of-years-old monster disguised as a pretty single mother was not something anyone had written a self-help manual about. Itâs not like you could just hop onto the internet and google search my zombified demon girlfriend just drew blood while scratching me, should I be concerned sheâs going to actually turn on me and eat me, or are my feelings totally invalid right now? and get hundreds of hits from Cosmo articles and womenâs advice blogs.
You really were quite alone with this problem.
So you decided to stay home for the next two weeks, because your idea of facing a problem was more like doing the complete opposite and ignoring said problem until it disappeared. You at least attempted to live your normal routine, but you quickly found out Ellie had been your routine. You didnât know what to feel, terrified Ellie was angry with you for leaving, terrified you broke her.. heart? The Deadite version of a heart? She hadnât shown up or made herself known at all, no demon-related hallucinations of blood filling the bathtub or dead birds on your doorstep or even excess bugs in your home. Nothing. Regardless, you were too much of an anxious wimp to face her, to drive back to the apartment building on the corner on the far side of town, to simply take the broken elevator (broken for anyone but you) and burst through her front door and grab her shadowy face in your palms and kiss her like youâd never kissed her before, some attempt at an apology for running out on her in the first place.
You had thoroughly known Ellie was a monster when you first started becoming interested in her. You had known of her violent ways, of her summoning and chaotic nature, and in spite of that, because of that, you stayed by her side completely, a silent promise to her that you would never be pried away from her, not even if your human instincts kicked in. But here you were, alone, sinking into your unmade depression bed at near three in the morning, wallowing in self-pity for breaking your word to Ellie, for running, for not going back.
Despite feeling sorry for yourself, your feelings for the woman held fast, and soon enough you found yourself missing her terribly; you missed her fucked up jokes, that lingering scent of iron and rot and smoke that always dripped from the air, how there always seemed to be blood trickling from beneath her door, the stupid busted elevator and the stupid busted stairs and her stupid pretty face and her stupid pretty voiceâ
You probably broke ten different traffic laws just in your frantic drive from your apartment to hers.
You werenât really sure what to expect when you got there - you decided to knock on her door rather than just barge in like you typically did, as you werenât sure youâd even be welcome in her home anymore at this point - no idea of how an offended Ellie would react. Your thoughts of anxiety, nervousness that she no longer wanted anything to do with you, or that you may even be met with your blood-soaked end as soon as she realized you were here, were broken in place by the front door slowly creaking open by itself, controlled by Ellie, who was nowhere to be found in the front hallway of her apartment. There was this shrill cold in the air, blistering and dull, and it reminded you exactly of how it felt when you first met her, freezing, dark, empty.
But alongside that chill there was a familiarity, a sense of being called home as the door opened just for you, and you knew, then, she was the one beckoning you back to her, back to where you belonged. God, how you missed her.
You finally found her in the bathtub, filled with water, there was no telling how long sheâd been cooped up in there; the water had long gone freezing cold, dark with the seepage that always flowed from her nostrils, her eyes, ears. It shook and splashed over the edge as she craned her body towards you, acknowledging your presence with a flash of bright eyes, clawed fingertips clutching the side of the porcelain tub and she stayed still for a moment, peering over at you standing helplessly small in the archway of the bathroom. Her scent was the strongest here, orange spice and rot, a smell you had come to want to delve yourself into at all times, save you were ever not near her for more than a few moments. You felt unbelievably tiny and minuscule at that moment; Ellie rose to her full staggering height, bones snapping into place, inhuman arching and joints popping and you could hear her spine creaking as her legs propelled her upright, water sloshing over and spilling onto the tattered old bathmat and she was petrifying, horror incarnate, death bubbling up as she stood, towering. Her worn-out button-down soaked through, clinging to her lithe body, translucent in places and you could see fragments of her ages old tattoos under the drenched fabric. Dull red hair flowed over her thin shoulders and her neck was gashed open and graying, her eyes boring into yours, some lifeless shade of diluted red-milk, filled to the brim with an emotion you werenât quite sure how to interpret - anger, demonic rage at your leaving, but something sincere, a monsterâs version of sparkling happiness that you had come back? You really couldnât tell but the hairs on the back of your neck were alight and standing on end.
âEllie, I,â the frightened squeak in your voice made you want to kick yourself, last thing she needed to know of was your fear at that moment. âIâm so sorry, I really didnât mean to stay gone for so longââ
The sentence you attempted to utter out was viciously interrupted by Ellie suddenly falling down onto all fours, sending water flying across the room, hitting you in the face and she was crawling out of the tub, straight to you - an animal, an apex predator with its sight still as day right on your middle. Ellieâs movements were jerking, swaying, not complete movements but in pieces, her human facade barely clinging on to her. You couldnât, wouldnât, run from her and she grabbed onto your lower legs, nails digging painfully into your exposed skin, leaving tiny impressions of her claws as she clambered her way up to your face. Every part of your body she grabbed onto in her way up was set alight in a blaze and you felt her manipulating you back to her, you donât need anyone else but me, stupid girl. Youâre nothing without me. Nothing.
Her breath was sweet and hot panted right onto your face, her black hands wrapped around your temples, her eyes fiery and you felt your knees going weak as she lolled her tongue out, laving it across your cheeks in long swipes, leaving gray saliva dripping down your face, grunting and whimpering and her body shaking. She was licking you like you were her long-gone owner and she was some fucked up mutt, some hellhound sent to tear your soul down into the bowels of the earth. Maybe she was, and you found yourself not giving a shit, as long as she kept holding onto you the way she was.
You stumbled backwards, cautiously letting your own hands move to her hair, threading your fingers in the tangled locks there and you felt her body tense, freeze up for a split moment - and then she was violently shoving you down to the floor, your back slamming into the hardwood. You let out a shocked yelp on impact, and Ellie laughed meanly, both of her strong arms flying down on either side of your head, bracketing you in. The gold, tarnished jewelry around her neck dangled down onto your face, the cold chain scraping your cheek, your heart nearly breaking your ribcage in fear, in something else.
Heat and wet pooled in between your thighs at the sight and weight of her on top of you, and Ellie reacted as immediately as she understood - her nose was unlike anything in the entire animal kingdom, the scent of you heavy on her nostrils and her eyes turned near black, her body shaking with deep accusing laughter.
âI can smell how wet your cunt is, you filthy thing. Do you like that, sweetheart? When I push you around?â
Your throat was dry, your fingers scrambling for purchase against the floor. She was terrifyingly beautiful, necromancer of the sick feeling that bubbled in your spine when you were around her, your soul surely tainted and worn thin by her and you wanted it all more than anything youâd ever wanted before, wanted her more than you could muster.
âIâll teach you to ever try to leave me again, you stinking slut. Iâll tear you to shreds if you ever think you can walk out like that again and Iâll leave you alive to feel it all.â She was roaring at that point, shrill shrieks vibrating your spinal cord, making your ears feel like a knife had been dug in and spun about, the entire apartment building seeming to shake in her wrath.
Tears of fright, of want, of building excitement boiled in your eyes, dripping down your face and Ellie leaned forward to lap at them, each touch of her tongue followed by a sweet kiss, direct contrast to her evil words she barked at you. You sniffled and nodded pitifully in understanding, unable to get any words to leave your trembling mouth.
Then she was literally dragging you, flipped over onto your belly like a shot deer, ankles in her inhuman grasp, across the floor. You inadvertently screamed out, her strength and the sharp tug of your very human, very fragile body across the wooden floor and over the area rugs decorating the apartment more than uncomfortable, to say the least. You could hear the demonâs growling and chittering mixed in with your noises of pain as you got dragged backwards by your feet into the living room, her nails drawing blood around your ankles and rug burn covering your frontside where your shirt had lifted. Your mind was in a hundred different places, instinctive human fear spreading through your nervous system but there was a more overpowering sense of arousal at Ellieâs blatant violence, her uncaring attitude and the forceful way she had pulled you from the bathroom to quite literally throw you onto the threadbare couch with a quiet grunt from your throat.
âYouâre mine. You and that vile, spoiled cunt of yours. You are mine, and you always will be,â she snapped her teeth in exasperation. Her words were misshapen, the syllables off ever so slightly, giving away how far she truly was from any semblance of human anymore, the letters stripped to their raw sounds and you could see Ellieâs building frustration in her inability to speak fluidly. In that moment, you splayed atop of the sofa, her kneeling in front of you, hands clutching both of your knees, there was a flash of pain in her gaze, a worry that was almost not so alien - something you yourself could recognize. A silent plea that you really were here, and you werenât going to leave again, and god it had been so long since she had felt any humanity left in her but alas, there were remnants - and she felt those remnants when she looked at you. No kandarian curse could ever take you away.
Ellie couldnât apologize to you. But she could make it up to you in so many other, better, ways. And for you, that was okay.
Pulling herself up to meet your eye level, her face centimeters from your own, she kissed you - and it was as if the world outside went black, the switch turned off, no noise, no sight, nothing. Suddenly you remembered exactly why you kept coming back here, to this condemned place, to this literal evil, letting it take you over and over, and it was her - you wanted to touch her and trail your fingers through her hair and over her pretty shoulders, down her back and press your lips to every piece of her body and make her shudder your name but you held yourself back, for now. Let yourself be ravaged by this beast because you had an understanding of that is what Ellie needed, then - was for you to lie still and let yourself be worshiped by this repulsive god, to let her remind herself that yes, you were hers and no, you werenât going to leave her ever again. This was your apology to her.
âI should bite you, here,â a sharp claw caressed the bob of your throat, the exact place where only a handful of days ago she had accidentally scratched, as she pulled away from your lips, tickling the frail skin there. Her face was slightly shrouded by the darkness in the living room, moonlight casting eerie shadows across her angular face. Her eyes were literally glowing, worked up, angry, aroused.
âBite you, drain all of your blood out, hm? Let you flop in it like a dying fish. I could. So easy. Like biting through but-ter.â a soft, warbled chuckle that went straight to your soaked pussy. Her brow arched.
âI could just drink you down. âTil youâre nothing. Nothing but a dried up corpse. I just want a little taste, baby girl.â you sighed raggedly, her body pressing forward into yours until she was draped over you, her mouth directly next to your face. You could feel her breath against the shell of your ear as she spoke.
âWonât you let me have a taste, sweetheart?â
The vertebrae in your neck popped with how quickly you nodded your head, exhaling hard, involuntarily leaning back into the worn couch, opening yourself up to her - and isnât that what you always did? No matter what the woman did, no matter how much blood was spilled, how many bodies lay in her wake, you were there, willingly by her side. Internally, you were no less evil than Ellie - in fact, moreso. At least Ellie was more akin to an instinctive predator than a soft-willed human like yourself.
That internal monologue was quickly chased away by Ellieâs nose, pointed and probing, starting at the underside of your chin and following a hot trail down your frontside. The curve of your throat, dipping into the indent of your chest plate hitting your collarbones, down in-between your nipples - she paused there, moving her head side to side to leave a wet press of her lips to both areola - sniffing down, through the valley of your ribcage, the line of your belly, tonguing your navel. Nipping at your lower stomach pudge, she panted and huffed like a foxhound on a scent, chattering her teeth and her hands were following shortly behind her nose, running her palms down your arms by your sides, flowing down your hips and settling in-between your legs, claws biting at your inner thighs. You watched helplessly as her powerful body moved with her, arching backwards so she had enough room to pry herself between your knees, once again taking her place knelt before you. It was some type of magic, seeing such a being as Ellie knelt in front of you, but you knew - you absolutely were not, never, in charge here. Her eyes fluttered, long lashes battering, her expression near soft and giving as her nose ended its pursuit and landed right at the apex of your thighs - pressed right at the ridge of your clothed cunt, she took a long drag of an inhale of your scent, eyes rolling. Ellie stared up at you like a wolf, bloodshot eyes unblinking and arrow-sharp right into your own. You could do nothing but simply stare back.
In a whirlwind of movement, Ellie maneuvered her way closer to you, using a clawed finger to virtually rip your shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop, the sound of the fabric pulling and tearing hitting your ears before a whoosh of cold air hit your now exposed skin. Your head went back against the arm of the couch and you gasped harshly as she took no time, no teasing, no soft caresses or build-up - her mouth dropped open and went forward, taking the entirety of your cunt in, nose pressed to your mound and her tongue opening you up to her, one long, hard sucking pull of your flesh. Trembling legs were weighted down by Ellieâs large palms, keeping you still and in place to accept all of her intrusion; she was rough, careless in her treatment of your pussy, biting and slurping as hard as you could handle, obscene noises and your startled cry of pleasure enticing her to go harder, faster. She was lulling you into another dimension, another universe where it was only her and you, her tiny human pet, for all of eternity.
Stars twinkled behind your eyelids, white hot and yellow shrapnel; the demonâs mouth was unlike anything youâd ever felt, somehow blazing hot and numbing cold at the same time. It was like your body was set ablaze under a glacier of ice, spiraling, falling into some deep dark unknown, only for her to grab you back into her embrace, holding you tightly to her chest. She would let you fall but never allow you to break, not altogether anyways, piecing you back with every dig of her nails, every swipe of her black tongue against your exposed clitoris.
You gained enough confidence to crane your head down to see how she was latched onto your core, nose flaring as you saw that she was already looking directly at your face, all half-lidded eyes and drawn in cheeks and hair tousled around her pretty face, hands gripping your outer thighs, thumbs moving in slow, dangerous circles there. You wished you could imprint that image of Ellie between your legs forever, burn it into your retinas to witness again, and again, and again. Ellie may have been ancient, disgusting, a bundle of pure chaos, but to you, she was the most perfect being you could ever conjure up in your diseased reality.
âOh god, Ellieâfuck, please, more, more,â you begged, voice splintered. A thin smirk quirked up the corner of her mouth; she shook her mighty head back and forth, purposefully slow as to keep you as on edge as possible - she never gave you outright what you wanted, no - you had to plead with your life to get anywhere near what you truly desired. It was her sick, twisted little game, and you either played, or got nothing, and you couldnât handle having nothing from her.
âYou only get what I choose to give you, slut. Look at you, begging for more like a starved animal,â Ellieâs voice telepathically rattled in your brain, bouncing off every neuron, alighting every nerve rushing down to even your fingertips, her mouth never stopping its onslaught of your cunt. Bits and pieces of her words were unintelligible to you, spoken so sweetly in some language you didnât know, something as old as the solar system itself; a demonic, otherworldly font, known only by those possessed, transcribed on the very pages that brought her here. The mix of this unknown jargon that seemed to come from every corner of the room at the same instant, had your ears throbbing, spliced in with her words of fucked up sweet nothings - tied together with the beat of her tongue across your clit, lips suckling at your dripping folds; you tensed, hardly able to breathe through it all, the chanting of obscenities blossoming into praise, and with one final swipe of her mouth between your thighs you were coming, hips stuttering and pushing against her face, pieces of her name between your lips. She drank it all down, swallowed you up, sucking til you were near crying, your hands desperately attempting to push her face away to no avail; she would continue as she damn well pleased, only stopping until sheâd had her fill of you.
But oh, she wasn't done with you quite yet.
Pulling back from you spit-slick core, your own wetness and saliva leaving a thin line from her lower lip to your flesh, Ellieâs eyes glowed under the darkening light in her apartment, a slow sultry journey up your body once more, stopping to bite here and there, a kiss or two at your abdomen. Your head lolled back in exhaustion.
âMine, mine, all mine. Always mine.â mumbling to herself, half spoken, half conjured in your mind. âNot finished making you mine, little thing.â
With that, you were being grabbed, hoisted upwards into a sitting position, knees pressed to the couch cushion and your arms out in front of you, hands forcefully moved to hang on to the armrest before you. You hadnât even the time to recuperate, still your pounding heart from your previous orgasm and here she was, bending you into some other form to do god knows what to you. But you were pliant, willing, happily allowing her to mold you into whatever she wanted, because this is what she wanted, needed, of you - relinquish your control to her, and she would be your lifelong protector, partner, a twisted facsimile of a best friend.
âThere you go. My good girl. So ready for me,â her voice so sweet, contrasting how absolutely terrifying she truly was; a large hand enveloped your chin, turning your head to the side so she could swathe her lips across your cheek, reaching your mouth to kiss you as if youâd disappear into thin air if she didnât. Her mouth was still wet from your pussy, your salty taste lingering on her gray lips. The room spun in your cloudy vision as she released you, urging your body up a tad, just enough for her to slip down behind you, sliding beneath your raised hips - the upper portion of her face visible beyond the softness of your belly as you shifted your gaze downward, her crimson hair a halo around her shining eyes.
You involuntarily flopped forward, arms quivering, hands grasping at the fabric of the armrest as Ellie snaked her own arms around your upper thighs, efficiently anchoring you down, her strength frighteningly more than your own as you flexed and realized you genuinely could not move an inch from where she wanted you. Anticipation boiled your spinal cord and she yanked you down, like a cinder block in lakewater, delivering your cunt right to her open mouth.
âFfffuck, Ellie, ohmygod,â rough pants and whines slipped from your tongue as hers was winding up inside of you, licking deeper than she had been, as gravity opened you further - alighting nerves you werenât aware you had, your clit swooning over the tip of her nose.
âI am God. Only me. Only me. Only me.â archaic, deep chanting in-between laps at your pearl, eyes igniting with some sinister brine, you had no choice but to sit there and take all she gave you, the drawing of your folds into her freezing mouth and swirls of her pitch-dark tongue over, across, back to back on your most nerve-filled, overly-sensitive spot. You knew Ellie enjoyed pushing you to the absolute edge, testing your human limitations and picking you apart, lick by lick, until you were crying, screaming, babbling her name and bygone texts she had imprinted in your soul. Head thrown to the heavens, pleading, practicing dark prayers to whatever fucked-beyond-belief god that would listen - and it was her whose ears your shaky words fell upon.
But through it all, despite the iron grip across your thighs, she allowed you one small victory; grinding your hips across her face, fucking her tongue exactly where you needed it most. She ate you down as roughly as asphalt because she needed to stitch your taste upon her mouth, regardless of the festering demon she needed to know you were hers, in every sense - only she could make you feel this good, only she could take you like this. Had you actually left for good, it very well might have been the end for Ellie, or at least, any semblance of Ellie that remained. Hell itself may have come and swallowed her back down, just as she was swallowing your cunt.
Your eyes transfixed themselves back down upon her, sweat beading along your hairline, your hips aching with every thrust forward but it wasnât enough. Obsidian blood vessels deepened across Ellieâs neck, shoulders, cheeks - you were hotly aware of your second orgasm inching closer in your abdomen, and so was she; she could feel every molecule of your body, alight with dopamine, and it was as if she could feel when you came as much as you could. Somehow you were both connected, a dull red string from her to you, in every sense. When Ellie fucked you she planted little shards of herself deep within, tiny jet-black crumbs of kandarian evil sprouted in the marrow of your bones, the pulses of your heart. When Ellie made you hers, she was truly remodeling the very innards of who you were - and you went down with no fight.
âYou wonât ever leave me again. You are nothing without me.â the whispered voice in your head was angry, a quiet rage, a fury she kept with her at all times, waiting to be unleashed, always teetering on the edge.
Ellieâs body was trembling underneath you, taught with pent-up desire to give you everything she had, to keep you as close as physically possible, her legs drawn up, bent at the knee - your own hands swayed backwards to grasp onto her kneecaps, using her legs as a brace to thrust your lower body harder, faster against her face. Her nails scraped harder over your thighs in approval at your touch. You were a mess, panting, drooling, unable to form articulate sentences without blabbering.
âEllie, please, thatâs so fucking good Iâmgonnacomeââ
Upon your announcement you felt her smile lewdly, focusing her entire mouth solely on your clitoris, alternating between harsh pulls with her teeth and softer sucks against it, humming praise through her throat, the vibrations shuddering through your entire body. Your eyes were white, rolled back like marbles and you fell forward, hands flying to her hair - your body wanting to keep her where she was, that perfect spot, holding her face in place and red locks tangled in your shaking fingertips. This time, she didnât reprimand you for moving her where you needed her; her repeating chant of mine mine mine mine never escaping the turntable in your ears.
Huffing and whimpering your way through the throes of your climax, Ellieâs mouth still molded perfectly to your cunt, slurping and open-mouthed kissing you through it, a literal supernova of light ricocheted up and down your back, sending sparks to your fingers, your toes, directly into your bloodstream - fire and ash and pure energy balled up in your throat and you could feel your legs buckling and your hips churning but werenât aware of it in that moment. Only the sharp pang of bliss that barreled through your body, and the woman beneath you that was responsible for it. Ellieâs cruel laughter echoed through your skull, only egging on the process and you eventually rode it out, and slumped forward with a pained, overspent noise.
Exhaustion overtook your senses, your body unraveled and thoroughly used, your legs cramping and fatigued. Cold hands helped you move so that you were on your back on the couch looking up, and all you saw was her, face drenched in you and her eyes were luminous, gleaming rays of blacklight and her expression was softened a bit from earlier. There wasnât that harsh spiral of fury at the front of her eyes; it had since been tucked away for later, and now she allowed you to finally breathe, to finally relax.
âDonât leave again. I wonât have it,â
There was a scarce sincerity in Ellieâs face, her features blurred and gentle by the moonlight that was soaking the living room, dancing shadows and ghosts alight in the backdrop of where you both sat. She was so beautiful, delicate-looking, even; high cheekbones and sharp, attentive eyes. You sat up to rest on your elbows, mesmerized with how the panes of light illuminated her hair, the indents of the knuckles across her long hands as she wrapped them around your face, cold palms shaking with an inhuman flutter. For a split second, she was human again, pleading with her lover to stay, please donât leave me. I have nothing, I have no one without you. Stay.
One of your own hands came up to rest against hers, clutching it tightly, the bones beneath her thin skin poking through like spiderâs legs. You shook your head no, I will never leave you ever again, I promise and that promise was final, eternal. Longer than a lifetime you had sold your soul over to her, given it willingly. She could bite and tear and rip you limb from limb but in your sick mind it was her way of loving you, of adoring you, devoting her soulless heart to you and you could do nothing but accept it. Wanted nothing but her, regardless, because of, what she was.
âNever, Ellie, I promise Iâll never leave. I promise. Iâm so sorry, please, forgive meââ
But she shushed you, gently, as a mother would her weeping child. Swept you up in a tight embrace, her arms cradling you around your back, palms flat against your shoulder blades. Her nose nuzzled into your neck, tickling the skin there, and you welcomed her in entirely, pressing forward against her, never close enough. Despite this sudden display of gentleness, you could still feel her claws against your back, pressing just hard enough for you to purposefully feel them. You could still hear her growling, not directly from her throat, but embedded in the very cells of your brain, a dangerous warning.
Leave again, sweetheart, and Iâll decorate this apartment with everything that is inside of you.
Imagine thigh-riding Ellie đ She has such pretty legs
She would be so cruel and teasing about it hhh she would grab onto your hips and move you back and forth, back and forth, scream-laughing into your teary face as you whined and sobbed out your orgasm
Or she would press you down into the bed and force you to grind your hips against her thigh in between your legs, desperate for any friction sheâd be willing to give you, sneering in your face above you
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