She - Ellie Williams X Reader
Are you interested im doing something with the song she by tyler the creator ft Frank ocean?
Could be for ellie or abby, but its really giving dark vibes of lesbian yearning đ
Thank you!
She - ellie williams x reader
hi anon! i am totally interested!! id write whatever you ask:) i went quite dark with this one... lmk if you want one with a happy ending:) i deadass got carried away with writing this lmao
this story is based off the song She by Tyler the Creator. If you can listen to the song as you're reading:)
pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
requests are open, send me songs or your silly ideas:)
HUGE WARNING: 18+ MDNI: Mentions of explicit sexual content (restraints, biting, choking, rough sex), obsession, psychological manipulation, mental deterioration, dubious/blurred consent in emotional and sexual contexts, Stockholm syndrome, stalking, kidnapping, murder, suicide, obsessive-compulsive tendencies, paranoia, delusions, violence
Summary: When Ellie starts watching her a little too closely, itâs hard to tell where curiosity ends and obsession begins. What begins as quiet glances and subtle tension quickly turns into something darkerâsomething neither of them fully understands, but both feel deeply.
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You moved into the safe zone two months ago. Quiet, kind, polite. You kept to yourself, helped at the medical tent, smiled when people passed. Ellie noticed you right away.
Not because you stood outâat least not to most. But Ellie saw the way your hands trembled slightly when you stitched a wound. How your eyes scanned the environment like you were waiting for someone to come back. Or leave.
She liked that.
She liked the way your window lit up at night, a soft amber glow behind sheer curtains. You read. Sometimes you cried. Once, you laughedâjust onceâand she pressed her forehead against her window across the alley and watched your lips form around a sentence. She imagined you reading to her. Her name in your mouth. Her name in your bed.
She told herself she was just watching. But then it became routine.
She started to learn the rhythm of your days. When you left. What time you came back. What you wore. What you ate. The exact second you turned off your lamp and slid under the covers. Sheâd stand in the shadows across the street, chewing on the skin of her thumb, eyes locked on that sliver of light between your curtains.
Ellie didnât smile much anymore. Not unless she thought of you. And even then, it wasnât a smile. It was something darkerâsharper. Something that clenched her stomach like a fist and made her palms itch.
She wasnât supposed to feel this way. You werenât hers. But that didnât stop her.
You first met her when she came in with a deep cut on her forearm. Self-stitched, jagged. Her expression unreadable.
âYou shouldâve come in earlier,â you told her, gently cleaning the wound. âThis couldâve gotten infected.â
She just stared. âDidnât want to waste your time.â
You paused. âYou knew it would be me?â
Her jaw flexed. âYeah.â
You smiled. Ellie didnât.
But later that night, she traced the shape of your smile in the fogged glass of her bedroom window. Over and over until her finger bled from the cold.
Ellie started showing up more. Dropping off supplies. Asking if you needed help moving crates. Pretending to look for something just outside your tent.
âI heard you play guitar,â you said once, handing her a bandage kit. âDo you still?â
âOnly in my head.â
You wanted to ask what that meant. But her eyes were dark that day. Watching you like she already had the answer.
You didnât know she was in your hallway the night you cried into your pillow. That she sat just outside your door, back against the wood, fists clenched, listening.
You didnât know she stole one of your gloves when it dropped outside the infirmary. That she kept it in her jacket pocket. That she touched it every time someone else looked at you too long.
You didnât know you were the reason someone disappeared.
That guyâtall, arrogant, always flirtingâhe hadnât shown up in over a week. No one knew where he went. Ellie did.
She watched him follow you to your door one night. Heard you laugh nervously when he touched your arm. Saw the way you recoiled when he leaned in too close.
Ellie followed him into the woods the next day. Said nothing. Did what she had to.
For you.
One night, you came home late. The infirmary was overwhelmed. Blood on your shirt. You were tired, broken, still so beautiful. Ellie watched you through the crack in your curtain.
She saw you undress.
Saw your bare skin in that soft yellow light. Saw you pause in front of the mirror, fingertips grazing your ribs like you didnât recognize yourself.
Ellieâs breath hitched. Her hand trembled. She pressed it to the windowpane like she could reach through.
You looked sad. You looked lonely. You looked like you needed someone.
Her.
The first time you saw her watching, it wasnât on purpose.
You pulled your curtain aside to close the window and there she wasâacross the alley, standing in the dark. Still. Unmoving. Eyes glowing faintly under the porch light.
You froze. She didnât.
She just tilted her head. Slowly. Like a predator curious if its prey would run.
You didnât.
You closed the curtain. Heart pounding. Skin hot. You shouldâve been afraid.
But you werenât.
Ellie showed up the next morning like nothing happened. Gave you a thermos of coffee. Smiledâfor the first time. You stared at her fingers as they brushed yours. Cold. Calloused. Familiar. You let her in that day.
She sat in your chair. Looked at your books. Touched the necklace on your shelf like she already knew its weight.
âYouâve been watching me,â you said, not a question.
Ellie blinked. âYeah.â
You swallowed. âWhy?â
She stood up. Walked toward you. Stopped just short of touching.
âBecause I love you.â
You shouldâve laughed. Shouldâve run. Shouldâve screamed.
But all you said was: âSince when?â
Ellieâs voice dropped. âSince the first time you turned on that fucking light.â
You kissed her. You didnât mean to. Or maybe you did. Maybe you were just as broken.
It was desperate. All teeth and breath and guilt. She gripped your waist like she was afraid youâd disappear. You gripped her jaw like you wanted to know her shape from the inside out.
It wasnât soft. It wasnât sweet.
It was dangerous. But it felt like breathing after drowning.
Now sheâs in your bed almost every night.
She never stays till morning. Always slips out before the sun rises, back to her shadows, back to her window.nBut her scent lingers on your sheets.
And when you close your eyes, you feel her watching.
And when you open them, sheâs there. She always is.
The first time you tried to distance yourself, Ellie didnât speak.
You had turned to her in bed, barely whispering, âI think I need space.â
Your voice cracked. You hated how small it sounded.
Ellie didnât flinch. Didnât argue. Just nodded. Kissed your shoulder and slipped out like always. But that night, your window stayed open.
She didnât watch you through it. She was already inside.
She started leaving things in your house. Quietly, deliberately. A book you mentioned onceâresting on your nightstand. Her hoodie folded on the arm of your couch. A note in your handwriting that you didnât remember writing.
âYou miss me.â
You found it under your pillow.
Your hands trembled as you stared at it. You told yourself you were imagining things. You told yourself it was just coincidence. You told yourself Ellie wouldn't do that.
But deep down, you knew better.
People started asking if you and Ellie were together. You always paused too long before answering. Smiled too tightly. Said, âItâs complicated.â
Ellie never used that word. She said, âSheâs mine.â
She wasnât just watching anymore.
She was following.
Youâd leave work and catch a flicker of her hoodie in the crowd. Youâd step outside at night and feel her behind you. Youâd dream of her fingers wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back into her.
One night, you turned the corner too fast and slammed into her chest. She didnât apologize.
Her hands gripped your arms.
âI didnât know you wereââ you started.
âYes, you did,â she said. Her voice was a blade.
You didnât move. Neither did she.
The tension curled around your throat like smoke. You wanted to run. You wanted to stay. You wanted her to tear you apart.
Inside her mind, it only made sense:
She knew what you liked. What you feared. What you needed.
She could protect you. She could fix the ache inside your chest.
You just had to stop pretending you didnât feel it too.
You were hers. You just didnât understand it yet.
Ellie started keeping a journal. It wasnât full of words. Just drawings.
Of you.
Sleeping. Smiling. Naked. Crying.
Sometimes sheâd draw herself with youâyour hand in hers, your head on her chest. But always, always, your eyes were closed.
She liked it better that way.
When another woman tried to flirt with you at the market, Ellie was there before you could even react. Just a shadow beside your shoulder.
âSheâs not interested,â Ellie said, low and cold.
You touched her wrist. âEllie, stopââ
The woman blinked at her. âIâm sorry, I didnât meanââ
Ellie didnât respond. Just stared. Long enough to make her leave. Long enough to make her afraid.
Later, Ellie brushed your hair off your cheek and whispered, âYou donât need anyone else.â
You didnât answer. Because part of you agreed.
You started hearing her voice even when she wasnât there.
Soft murmurs at the edge of your consciousness. A whisper behind your ear.
âYouâre mine.â
You looked over your shoulder constantly. Not because you were scared. But because you hoped it was her.
One night, you confronted her. âAre you watching me when I sleep?â
Ellie didnât lie.
âYes.â
Your throat tightened. âWhy?â
She stepped forward. Her hands cradled your jaw like you were something fragileâsomething sacred.
âBecause itâs the only time youâre honest.â
You shuddered. âThatâs not love.â
Ellieâs eyes flashed. âNo. Itâs more than that.â
She started sleeping on your floor.
Didnât ask. Just curled up on the rug like a stray wolf. Eyes closed, but never fully asleep. You stepped over her on the way to the bathroom and felt her fingers brush your ankle.
You didnât stop her. You didnât speak.
You just left the door unlocked. Every night.
Eventually, your light never turned off.
You didnât pull the curtains anymore. You let her see.
Because pretending you werenât hers felt worse than giving in.
And the worst part? You started watching her too.
You counted her steps. You tracked her breath.
You studied the scars on her knuckles and the cracks in her voice when she said your name.
You wanted her under your skin, even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.
It wasnât love. It wasnât sane. It wasnât safe.
But it was real.
And in this world, that was all you had.
The cabin was two hours from the nearest town.
You didnât remember falling asleep in the car. You didnât remember agreeing to come.
You just remembered Ellieâs voice: âThereâs too many people around you. Too many eyes.â
She made it sound like love. And you were so tired of fighting.
You woke up wrapped in thick blankets. The fire crackled low. Rain tapped against the window like a pulse.
And Ellie was already watching.
She sat in the rocking chair, legs spread wide, one hand curled beneath her chin. The other rested on her thigh.
âYouâre safe now,â she said.
You sat up slowly, brain hazy. âWhere are we?â
âSomewhere they canât reach you.â
You should have run. Instead, you pulled the blanket tighter. And whispered, âOkay.â
The first few days felt like a dream. A stillness you didnât realize you craved. Ellie chopped wood outside shirtless, sweat glistening down her spine. She cooked, fed you, fixed the fire. She moved like a soldier, like a lover, like something primal that found peace only when she could watch you.
âDo you hate it here?â she asked one night. You shook your head.
Because here, she didnât have to hide what she was. And neither did you.
She kissed you after dinner. Hard. Possessive.
You tasted desperation in itâan edge like she was afraid youâd disappear mid-kiss. Her hands slid under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter. The plates clattered. You didnât care.
âTell me youâre mine,â she growled against your throat.
You couldnât breathe. Couldnât think. Your head lolled back as her hand slid up your shirt, gripping your breast with a brutal need.
âSay it.â
âIâm yours,â you gasped. It felt like a vow.
That night, she took you.
Face pressed into the mattress. Hands pinned above your head. Her mouth feverish on your skin, trailing teeth and tongue in frantic worship. Every thrust came with a litanyâMine. Mine. Mine.âpunctuated by bruises blooming under her fingertips.
You came with a scream you didnât recognize. You came again, sobbing her name.
And when it was over, she curled around you like armor.
Whispered, âI wonât let anyone take you from me.â
You didnât reply. Because you didnât want to leave.
Days blurred.
Ellie read to you, bathed you, watched you sleep. She didnât let you touch the keys. Didnât let you wander past the woods.
âItâs not safe,â sheâd repeat. âPeople lie. I donât.â
You believed her. Or you needed to believe her.
One night, she tied your wrists with her belt. Not out of cruelty.
But because you asked her to.
Because your mind was starting to slip tooâspiraling in on itself like hers.
âI want to feel it,â you whispered. âWhat itâs like to be⌠owned.â
Something in Ellie snapped. She fucked you on the floor. Face flushed, voice shaking. She held your chin and made you watch her as you came. Over and over.
âYouâre not leaving,â she told you afterward. You smiled, dazed.
âWhy would I?â
You found her journal. Pages filled with youâsketches, fantasies, maps of your body. But also lists. Daydreams:
"Her in a collar"
"Me watching her sleep, knife under the pillow"
"Keep her full. Keep her scared. Keep her close"
"Fuck her in front of a mirror until she canât tell who she is anymore"
You shouldâve been afraid. But instead, you wrote your name in the margin next to hers.
By the second week, you stopped asking when youâd go back.
By the third, you stopped wondering who you used to be.
You were hers now. And worse?
She was yours.
Because obsession, when shared, is just another kind of love.
You donât know how long youâve been in the cabin.
Days feel like water slipping through your fingers. You forget what month it is. Sometimes Ellie forgets your name. But you always know hers.
She carved it into the headboard, right above where she made you hers. She whispers it into your skin every night like a ritual. She branded it into your bones.
Ellie.
She watches you brush your hair. Stares like sheâs never seen a woman before. Like youâre some phantom that might slip through the cracks if she blinks too long.
âI think Iâd kill someone for you,â she says one morning.
You donât flinch. You smile.
âWho?â
She doesnât answer. But that night, thereâs blood under her fingernails.
You break first. It happens slowlyâyour grip on reality softens like wet paper.
You cry when your reflection doesnât smile back. You scream at the storm outside like itâs mocking you. You bite down on Ellieâs arm while sheâs fucking you because you need to feel something real.
She doesnât punish you. She moans.
Ellie starts hearing things.
She locks the door even when no oneâs around. She kisses you with a hand on your throat now, like sheâs making sure you donât lie. You find notes stuffed in her boots:
âSheâs slipping. Sheâs forgetting me. Iâll make her remember.â
You donât tell her you read them. Instead, you leave one of your own:
âIf I forget you, kill me.â
The next time she fucks you, itâs on the front porch. Naked. In the cold. Rain on your bare chest. She wants the world to seeâwants the sky to know youâre hers. You ride her with your hands knotted in her hair, blood dripping from your lip where she bit you. You come like youâre trying to leave your body behind. She drags you back in with her mouth.
You stop caring about survival.
You drink wine for breakfast. You forget how to spell your last name. You tell Ellie sheâs inside your lungs and she kisses your ribs like thatâll keep her there.
âI want to die here,â you say one night.
She presses her forehead to yours.
âWe already did.â
Thereâs no mirror in the bedroom anymore.
You smashed it after Ellie asked, âDo you still recognize yourself?â
You didnât.
You donât.
And that was the point.
The last time you go outside, itâs because Ellie begs you to. She wants to show you somethingâthis twisted, gorgeous mural she painted in the barn. It's all you.
Your eyes. Your mouth. Your cunt, over and over, blooming like some unholy flower.
âItâs worship,â she says.
You drop to your knees and lick the paint off her fingers.
Thereâs no turning back.
Not now. Not when the lines between captor and captive, lover and lunatic, have blurred past meaning.
You are two sides of the same sickness now.
Two gods of one deranged altar.
Two corpses in one grave, still moving, still wanting.
You kiss her like drowning. She holds you like possession.
And when the world finally forgets you existâ You are relieved.
The cabin is quiet. Too quiet.
Ellie hasnât spoken in two days. Not really. She hums to herself, sometimes, drawing you in her sketchbook over and over until the pages wrinkle under the pressure of her pencil.
You ask what sheâs thinking.
She just looks up and says, âYouâre so quiet when you sleep.â
Like that answers anything. Like that means everything.
That night, she takes you to bed like itâs the last time. Sheâs soft with you. Gentle, even.
Kisses your eyelids, your palms, your knees. Cradles your hips like sheâs trying to memorize their weight. She doesnât fuck you like she wants to own youâshe fucks you like sheâs already lost you.
You cry. She doesnât ask why.
When you wake up, the gun is on the pillow. Itâs cleaned.
Oiled. Loaded.
And next to it is her final drawing: the two of you under the covers, a red thread wrapped around your throats, knotted into a bow at the center.
Underneath, sheâs written: If we canât live like this, we donât live at all.
You find her on the floor, knees tucked under her like a child. Sheâs holding a second pistol, one she probably stole months ago.
When she looks at you, she doesnât smile. She just says, âWill you let me do it?â
You nod.
Because thatâs love, too. Trusting someone to end you.
She holds you in her lap, like a lullaby. One hand buried in your hair, the other on your pulse. You breathe together.
Youâre not afraid. Not anymore.
âI love you,â you whisper.
Ellie kisses your temple.
âI know.â
The first shot rings out, and the birds fly from the trees.
The second shot follows, echoing through the forest like a vow.
And thenâ Nothing.
When they find the bodies, you're curled together, as if sleeping.
No notes. No names. Just each other.
Forever.
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mentally, I wasn't for a while, and writing dark stuff did affect me in a way I didn't realize. I took a break, I did some soul searching and when u finally decided to come back I lost my password... pain.
pls make reader and milf!abby have a baby together đđđ
Baby - part 1/3 (Milf!Abby x reader)
This is going to be a 3 part series! Part 2 will be released soon:)
Milf abby: Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
baby series: part 1 part 2 part 3
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Authors note: i'm back fr, i finally finished with exams and I'm here to spam with fics again
â Milf Abby who was happy with the life the two of you were already living but something was missing.
âMilf Abby who always thought you were good with kids
â Milf Abby who never really thought about having another kid until she married you.
â Milf Abby who thinks about it a little too much, if she has to be honest
â Milf Abby who never brought up the conversation of having another baby even though you were hinting at having another kid.
"Abby isnât this cute" you said with a pout as you handed her a onesie you bought for Mel's baby shower.
"Abby look" you pointed at Aubrey playing with one of your collogues newborn baby: "sheâd be such a good big sister"
â Milf Abby who would only nod or smile at whatever you had to say involving babies because she was terrified.
â Milf Abby who was asked about when the two of you were gonna have a baby.
"So..." Nora started
"yeah?" the blonde looked at her with a raised eyebrow
"when are you and your girl gonna have a baby?"
suddenly Abby's body went cold, she could hear her heart beating out of her chest and she silently stared at Nora with wide eyes.
"We um-"
"Abby having another baby?"
They heard a voice talk from behind them. Both of the girls heads snapped into the direction of the voice and there stood Mel, still heavily pregnant.
"When you have a kid you should be able to play with them, and to run around- donât you think you passed that stage already? Donât you have back pain or something?"
"Mel" Nora said sternly.
"no Nora she has to hear the truth" Mel replied.
Abby met the eyes of the brunette and Mel gave her a sympathetic smile: "by the time your baby is ten you'd almost be sixty, you'd be her grandma Abby"
â Milf Abby who agreed with Mel.
â Milf Abby who avoided you for a few days because she felt like she was keeping you back in life.
"Can you shut the fuck up" she said with a frustrated sigh.
You looked at her with a raised eyebrow. You knew there was something wrong due to her distant behavior recently. You thought she was stressed, tired maybe.
âAbby I just asked if you wanted something to eatâ
Abby looked at you with a blank facial expression, before she looked down to the floor, brining her head into her hands.
You walked towards her putting your hand on her shoulder âtalk to me absâ
you felt her muscles tense underneath your touch âcâmon Abby you can tell me anythingâ
she finally looked up from her hands, and she made brief eye contact with you before she looked away once again
âI-â
âspit it outâ
âI donât think we should have a babyâ
âwhat?â
âlisten babyâ she started, and she gently took your hands into hers as she saw your eyes fill with tears
âI did some thinking, and I donât think we should have a baby because Iâm happy just with you and Aubrey. Donât you think another baby will complicate our life?â
You stared at her in shock, how could she not tell you about this earlier?
âAbby you knew. You fucking knew I wanted to have kids, and you said you wanted the same. Now you want to change your mind?â
âCan I not change my mind?â
âYou have every right to, but you know how I felt about having kids. You know that I've always wanted to be a mom"
She knew that. She knew all of this.
âarenât you already a mom to Aubrey? Are you saying my daughter isn't good enough?â
âI did not fucking say that and you know thatâ
âbut you meant itâ
âfuck youâ was all you said as you got up and walked towards the room the two of you shared.
She doesnât know why she said that.
God Abby fucking knows what she said was wrong. It's not that she doesnât want to have kids, its just she knew Mel had a point. She would be in her sixties by the time your baby would be done with high school.
Maybe she was too old after all.
â Milf Abby who had to listen to you sob throughout the night.
â Milf Abby who tried talking to you the next morning.
Abby let out a groan as she heard Aubrey giggle. She brought her hands up to her eyes as she opened them.
The light has always been bright in the living, but jesus she didnât know they were this fucking bright.
Abby winched as she sat up from the couch, her limbs felt like they were burning. Her eyes fell on you and Aubrey. The two of you were eating and smiling, and as she took in the scene and she knew it was fucked up of her to say what she said yesterday.
Abby got up, still feeling stiff but she made her way towards the two people who she loved the most.
Aubrey gave her a bug smile and muttered a quick "good morning mommy" before she ran to her room. She smiled at her daughters before she focused her attention towards you.
You didn't even look at her.
She felt sick to her stomach.
âI left some eggs for youâ was all you said before you walked out the kitchen.
Abby really fucked up.
â Milf Abby who tried getting your attention all week but you ignored her.
â Milf Abby who tried talking to you but all you replied with was âI donât want to talkâ
â Milf Abby who finally had enough and she decided that she should tell you what actually happened.
â Milf Abby who showed up to your classroom once again.
The room was empty and you stood with your back facing away from the door. Abby quietly walked towards you.
âhiâ
she watched as your body jerked âjesus Abby I told you that you should start knockingâ you said out of breath.
"Sorry" she mumbled
"can we talk?" she watched you facial expression turn cold.
âsureâ
âthank youâ
The room was filled a awkward silence, it was tense and it felt suffocating.
âtalk Abby, I have things to doâ
âI'm sorryâ
âis sorry all you can fucking say?â
Abby wanted to bang her head against a wall.
âI want to have a baby with youâ
âaw you changed your mind? What happened? Did I force you Abby? Are you sure you want this Abby? Oh wait! I donât think I want to be a mom anymore, since you said that I m practically going to replace Aubrey. Oops let me-"
"it was Mel"
"what did Mel do?"
And the truth came out. Abby told you everything she said, how I made her feel.
You gave her a sympathetic smile before you spoke again: "You need to stop letting people tell you you're too old Abby. You keep losing opportunities, you keep giving yup your dreams, as soon as someone says something. You need to learn that you should stop listing to what others have to say about your age"
âI know but its hardâ Abby muttered.
You got up and you walked towards her and you pulled her into a tight up âI know, but weâll work though it. Iâll help you with whatever and if you donât want to have a baby its ok-"
"no no I want to have a baby. I want to have one with you"
a smile spread onto your face.
"can we have a baby?" Abby asked.
"if you start working on your self confidence and you stop listing to what bitches have to say about you I will then we can have a baby"
"yes ma'am, i'll do whatever you say"
"one more thing Abby"
"yeah?"
"Don't ever talk to me in that way again. What you said really hurt my feelings, and i understand you were hurting too but it didn't give you the right to talk to me in that way. I love Aubrey more than anything so don't say that again"
"I'm so sorry baby i really am, i there anything i can do to make it up to you?"
"You can start by getting me chocolate milk"
â Milf Abby who made it up to you by apologizing over a million times, and by doing every single thing you said.
â Milf Abby who immediately started looking for doctors and baby names.
â Milf Abby who blocked Mel because fuck her and her fucking opinions.
â Milf Abby who did started working on her self confidence and she immediately felt better about everything.
â Milf Abby who was excited to have a baby with you.
<3
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I cant stop thinking about dark desperate ex gf ellie who broke up with you for cat a few years ago but now is knee deep in love and keeps trying to manipulate your relationship with your gf (jesse and dina try to stop her but... Young love what can we do)
Knee deep - ellie williams x reader
hi anon! I really like this idea... I lowkey wanna make a part 2 to this... i hope you enjoy:)
Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
requests are open, send me your thoughts:)
Warnings: Emotional manipulation, toxic behaviors, mention of infidelity (emotional), angst-heavy, complex feelings, swearing.
Summary: In which ellie wanted you back
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Ellie Williams wasnât supposed to come back. Not after what she did.
Youâd built a lifeâsteady, slow, wholeâwithout her. Two years since she left you for Cat. Two years of grief, resentment, quiet rebuilding. Two years of convincing yourself that her absence was your freedom.
Now she stood outside the Tipsy Bison, a cigarette twitching between her fingers, hood up, green eyes tracking you like a mark.
âHey,â she said when you stepped outside, your name low and husky on her tongue like a secret. âBeen a while.â
Your stomach twisted. You hadnât seen that face in two yearsâonly through half-memories and the hollow ache of dreams you refused to admit you had. She still looked the same. Tired. Dangerous. Beautiful in a way that only hurt now.
You didnât answer.
Ellie took a drag and blew out a slow breath. âYou gonna ignore me forever?â
You wanted to. God, you wanted to.
But something about the way she said itâlike she already knew you wouldnâtâcracked the surface.
âWhat do you want, Ellie?â
She shrugged like she didnât already have a thousand motives stitched beneath her skin. âI just wanted to see you. Thought we could talk.â
You gave her a hard look. âAfter two years?â
âYeah,â she said softly. âAfter two years.â
Jesse didnât believe it. Dina was pissed. Even Mariaâwho didnât usually let things shake herâgrew cold the moment Ellieâs name passed through your lips.
âSheâs back?â Maria asked, arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter, lips tight. âWhy?â
âI donât know,â you answered, which wasnât a lie. Not really.
âSheâs dangerous,â Dina added, always the realist. âNot in the âgonna hurt you physicallyâ way. In the âgonna pull your brain apart thread by threadâ way.â
You told yourself they were being dramatic. That you were stronger now. That Ellie couldnât touch you anymore.
But then she started showing up.
Once at the diner where you workedâordering coffee she never drank. Once near your cabin, claiming she âjust happened to be walking by.â And once, late at night, waiting on your porch with a bottle of whiskey and a sad, slanted smile.
You didnât let her in. Not that night.
The day she finally got to you was rainy. Thunder hung in the distance, and Cat was away on patrol. Youâd been in the garden, hands dirty, hair damp, when Ellie showed up at the gate like a ghost resurrected.
âYou still wear that necklace I gave you,â she said, voice soft and surprised.
You looked down. A slip of silver tucked beneath your shirt. Youâd forgotten it was there. It pissed you off that she noticed. Pissed you off more that you hadnât taken it off.
You wanted to tell her to leave, but she just kept going.
âI fucked up,â she whispered. âI thought Cat was⌠I donât know. Simpler. Safer. But it was never like it was with you.â
You rolled your eyes, wiping mud on your pants. âYouâre two years too late.â
âAre you happy?â she asked suddenly referring to the girl you had recently started dating.
Her name was Daisy. She was perfect, she gave you everything Ellie didn't. But you didn't love her like you loved Ellie.
No one could compare to Ellie.
The question landed like a gut punch. You werenât expecting it. She leaned in then, crowding your space, eyes glassy and searching.
âDoes she make you feel the way I did?â
You stared at her. âShe doesnât make me feel like shit. Thatâs the difference.â
Ellie flinched, and for a moment, you felt victorious.
But then she laughedâlow, bitter. âYou say that, but youâre not pushing me away.â
You did, then. Shoved her back with dirt-caked fingers and slammed the gate shut.
The problem wasâEllie didnât stop.
She started leaving things. A drawing of you from memory, folded neatly in your mailbox. A song on a tape labeled "for the nights you still think of me." A note under your door that said, âShe doesnât know you like I do. She never will.â
You told yourself you hated it. You told yourself it was manipulation. You werenât wrong. But you also didnât tell Daisy.
The tension grew like a weed.
Daisy sensed it. Of course she did. She wasnât stupid.
âYouâve been weird lately,â she said one night, her voice clipped. âDistant.â
You looked down at your hands. âJust tired.â
âYouâre not still hung up on her, are you?â
Silence.
âJesus,â Daisy muttered. âYou are.â
âItâs not like that,â you insisted, even though it was exactly like that. Ellie was a wound that never fully healed. Just scarred over enough to convince you it had.
Daisy stood up, disgusted. âShe left you. She replaced you. And now she comes back and suddenly youâre forgetting everything weâve built?â
You didnât answer.
Because Ellie had taken up space in your mind again. And you were letting her.
The night it all boiled over, the power had gone out.
A storm swept through Jackson and left the town flickering in candlelight. You were alone in your cabin when a knock hit your door. Slow. Measured.
You knew it was her.
Ellie didnât wait to be invited. She stepped in, soaked to the bone, hair plastered to her forehead, and eyes wild with something between hope and desperation.
âI canât stop thinking about you,â she whispered. âEvery time I close my eyes, itâs you. Itâs always been you.â
You backed away, heart hammering. âYou left me.â
âI know,â she said, voice breaking. âI was scared. I didnât know how to love you the right way.â
âAnd now you do?â
She walked closer. âNow Iâd rather fuck it up trying than live without you.â
You hated how your knees weakened. Hated how she knew just what to say.
âThis is wrong,â you said.
âBut it feels right,â she countered, and then she kissed you.
It was lightning in the bloodstream. Familiar. Addictive. Toxic.
And you kissed her back. Only for a moment.
Then you shoved her away. âI canât do this.â
Ellieâs expression shattered. âYou still love me.â
You hesitated. Then: âThatâs not the point.â
The next day, you told Daisy everything.
It ended in shouting. Slamming doors. Tears. She left. Said she needed time.
And you stood in the wreckage, heart hollow, stomach twisted with guilt and something uglier: relief.
Ellie showed up that night. Like she knew.
âI heard,â she said, leaning against your porch railing. âYou told her.â
You didnât reply.
Ellie smiled, and it wasnât kind. It was something darker. Hungrier.
âGuess itâs just us now.â
Hi okay so hear me out , fem reader x mean Ellie, so the reader feels insecure about her looks and ellie seems tired of it and straps the reader in front of the mirror to prove how pretty the reader is , making the reader look at theirself ďżźand mean Ellie slaps the reader if they ever disagrees or look away
Pretty girl - (ellie williams x reader)
Hi anon, fuck yes this is fr Ellie coded. And also just a warning I suck with writing smut so i'm sorry if it's bad.... i hope you enjoy
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)
warnings: 18+ MDI, slapping, strap usage (r receiving), insecurities, kinda mean ellie, mirrior sex
Summary: in which she showed her girl how pretty she really is
authors note: ugh it feels so good to be back, i have 12 drafts so be ready yall and also new gore fics coming soon because... live laugh love gore
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"take it" she said through gritted teeth as you felt her pound into you.
"I'm sorry" you cried through broken sobs.
You knew it was your fault. You knew you were the one that yourself into this position.
You and Ellie sat on the couch earlier that day, it was peaceful, the two of you silently sitting together.
A tiktok video landed on your fyp and you couldn't help but rewatch it over and over again.
She was so fucking pretty. She was everything you weren't.
It made you sick to your stomach.
Your gaze fell to Ellie as you imagined her with this girl. They'd make such a good couple, like those couples they put on the front page of magazines.
You wondered what Ellie thought when she saw girls like these on her fyp.
Does she wish you were someone different?
"Baby?" You felt her cold hand on your thigh, as she gave you light squeeze.
"Are you ok? You've been watching the same video over and over again" She asked with concern.
"Yeah" you replied hesitantly.
"I was just thinking"
"thinking of?"
You let out a sigh as you turned away from Ellie, you felt embarrassed to admit this.
"Well she's so... she's so pretty" you started.
You gave your phone to Ellie and you watched as she looked at the girl.
"I'm not that pretty, and I wish I looked like that honestly"
"what did you just say?"
You weren't supposed to answer her question. You weren't supposed to say anything.
But you did.
You fucking answered her.
"I wish I was as pretty as her" you said softly, you felt her eyes burning holes into the side of your face.
You missed the way Ellies jaw ticked, you missed the way the frown deepened on her face, you missed the way her eye twitched.
The girl she loved the most was insulting herself and it broke Ellie's heart.
She wished you saw yourself the way she saw you.
The only thing she could do was to show her girl how pretty she fucking was.
Now here you were, on your knees in front of Ellie's massive mirror.
The rug on the floor was burning into the palms of your hands and knees, tears were streaming down your face, and drool fell from your lips. Your ass stung and your cheeks were red from where Ellie slapped you repeatedly.
She wad ruthless with her pace, not giving you time to think.
She was fucking you stupid.
"C'mon baby" she said out of breath
"tell me how fucking pretty you are" she pinched your nipple and you let out a squeal
"Ellie please"
you felt her hand harshly hit your cheek, you moaned at the stinging feeling it left behind.
"i said tell me how fucking pretty you are" she repeated herself.
She was getting impatient. You could feel it in her pace.
"I'm pretty" another slap fell onto your cheek
"I didn't hear you"
her thrusts got harder. faster.
god you felt her in your stomach.
"im pretty!" You repeated louder.
"Now look at yourself in the mirror when you say it"
you slowly looked up into the mirror taking in your appearance.
You looked fucked.
You looked up at Ellie and there was a proud smirk on her face as she looked at where you and her strap were connected.
"Talk baby, or you won't cum" she said before slowing down .
You let out a scream of frustration, and she giggled.
She fucking giggled.
"please- I'll say it, but please don't stop" you begged.
A fresh coat of tears covered your face.
You were fucking pathetic.
Ellie picked up her pace and you moaned with relief.
"talk" was all she said.
You made eye contact with yourself in the mirror, your mouth fell open, and your eyes rolled to the back of your yeah.
She made you feel so fucking good.
"I'm the- the p-prettiest girl alive"
"that's my fucking girl"
She sped up, you weren't sure how she managed to, but she did. Her fingers roughly met your clit and you moaned at her touch.
You felt something build in your lower stomach. You were so fucking close.
"Ellie" you whimpered
"I know pretty girl, it feels good... c'mon let it out" she spoke to you so gently, like you were the most fragile thing ever.
But in reality she was fucking you senseless, but you loved every fucking second of it. She rubbed your clit for a few more seconds before you felt something snap inside of you.
You moaned loudly, and your body started shaking.
"there you go... my pretty girl" Ellie muttered on top of you as you came down from your high.
You both were breathing heavily, and you made eye contact with your girl through the mirror.
"Hi" you said with a shy smile. All Ellie did was smile back before you felt her move her cock at a steady rhythm once again.
"Ellie" you said softly, as you hissed at the feeling still sensitive from your last orgasm.
"I wasn't done with you, we still have a lot to learn.." she spoke as she thrusted into once again
"now look yourself in the mirror and repeat after me... 'I am the prettiest girl alive"
wait Iâm so curious to the angst fic you wrote to in my feelings - ldr :0 cuz I wouldâve never interpret it into an angst fic! Do you think you can publish that one too? No pressure! đ
In my feelings - (ellie williams x reader)
Hi anon, here she is! I hope you enjoy <3
This story is based off the song in my feelings by Lana Del Rey, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:) This was originally a smut fic. You can read it here, but this wonder anon requested a angst edition, so yes.
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are always open, feel free to leave one:)
Warnings: toxic situationship
Summary: In which you fell for a loser
Authors note: i know I've not been that active and I'm so sorry. Life has just been busy, i have to write exams, i have a surgery on Thursday so it's been tense lmao, but I'm trying. Please be patient with me <3
I'm smoking while I'm runnin' on my treadmill
But I'm cutting up roses
Could it be that I fell for another loser
I'm crying while I'm cummin'
Making love while I'm making good money
Sobbin' in my cup of coffee
'Cause I fell for another loser
"Could it be that I fell for another loser?" You asked Dina as the cigarette smoke left your plush lips.
You heard Dina snort beside you.
"probably, she looks like she could be one, and she treats you like shit" she shrugged"
you shook your head at her honesty.
It's embarrassing honestly. You truly did have a type for losers.
People who couldn't make eye contact with you. People who would fold as soon as you gave them your pretty smile. You had the control, but yet anything you had with these people weren't real love. It was purely lust. It was fun.
You liked being in control, you liked breaking them.
But with Ellie it was different.
You met Ellie at a gym.
She caught you eye immediately. She was perfect. Her autumn brown hair tied in a tight ponytail, she was wearing pink leggings with a matching sports bra. The sweat on her forehead glistening under the light of the gym.
If god was real this pretty girl would be in your bed by the end of the night
You ran on the treadmill for a while, trying to ignore the pretty girls eyes. You saw her watching you though the mirror. You felt her eyes trail down your body.
Maybe she wanted you like you wanted her.
After a while you tried leaving the gym, you lit a cigarette as you walked out, your bag hung on your shoulder.
"Hi"
you flinched at the strange voice.
Oh. It was her.
Pink tight girl.
"Hey" you responded.
You saw her gaze fall to the floor as she shyly muttered "I'm Ellie"
What a fucking loser. She couldn't even look at you.
You loved her already.
You gave her your name, and you listened as it fell from her tongue multiple time. She was testing the was your name tasted on her tongue and she loved it.
"Those are bad for you" she pointed out you shrugged
"it makes me look hot, doesn't it?" Was all you said as you took another puff, throwing your head back as the smoke filled the air.
You felt her eyes on you, and you heard her audibly gulp.
"Doesn't it Ellie?" you persisted
"yeah- yeah it does"
you gave her a smile, and before you waved goodbye she handed you a paper. With a raised eyebrow you opened it and in a messy handwriting was her number.
You looked at her and she looked away, she couldn't make eye contact with you.
All you could do was smirk, they were always so fucking easy to make nervous.
"I'll call you" you winked.
Now here you stood 5 weeks later, sobbing into a cup of coffee because you fell for a fucking loser.
Get that cigarette smoke out of my face
You've been wasting my time
While you're taking what's mine, with the things that you're doing
Talk that talk, well now they all know your name
And there's no coming back from the place that you came
Baby don't do it
you don't know what happened with Ellie.
The girl you called a loser once, the girl who fell to her knees when you smiled is suddenly a cold hearted person.
"Get that cigarette smoke out of my face" Ellie huffed as she sat across you.
You rolled your eyes before you put the cigarette out.
"Ellie calm down so we can talk"
"talk about what? You're wasting my time with this"
your jaw dropped at her words.
'What a fucking bitch' you thought to yourself.
"I'm wasting your fucking time? Ellie don't make me mad because I will fucking slap you"
she looked taken aback at your harsh words, her cheeks tined in a pink color.
Her eyes fell to the floor, and for a second you saw her.
Your Ellie.
The loser you fell for.
But she suddenly got up muttering "I will not be disrespected by someone like you", and she walked out of your apartment. The door slammed and you were left alone.
The silence was so loud.
There was no coming back from this.
The more time you spent with Ellie, the more you discovered about her. She used to be so sweet.
You remembered your first date, she couldn't even hold your hand and she constantly apologized for everything.
She was a fucking loser.
But one day someone said that Ellie was out of your league. You knew she was. Some like Ellie deserved someone better, but yet you thought she fell for you.
That day changed everything. Ellie's eyes widened at the person's comment and she was quieter than usual that day.
The next time you saw her, she was a whole new person. Her entire persona changed. Her hair, makeup, style, even the way she fucking walked changed.
You were happy that she had confidence, but you found out she was seeing other people behind your back.
Despite never being official it hurt.
You knew Ellie could talk to whoever she wanted to, but you thought you had something special.
One night when Ellie was sleeping over, you asked her the question.
"What are we?"
she never replied.
Every fucking time you brought it up, she always walked away.
What a fucking loser. What a fucking pussy.
Even today, you invited her over to talk. To see if she liked you. You needed closure because truthfully you fell for the autumn brown headed girl.
You just had to make sure.
And to hear her say that you were wasting her time was fucking sick.
She was wasting yours with her games.
And here you thought you had actually met a loser worth your time.
'Cause you got me in my feelings (catch you, it's so much right now)
Talking in my sleep again (you can whistle if you want)
Drown out all our screaming (catch you, it's so much right now)
Who's tougher than this bitch
Who's free-er than me
You wanna make the switch
Be my guest baby
I'm feeling all my fucking feelings
you wish you could sleep right now. You were tired, and you didn't have any energy for bullshit.
Ellie's rant had begun after she spotted you and Dina getting lunch earlier.
Wow so you can't breathe the air of another girl but she can fuck someone else? That's wonderful logic!
But you sat here listening to Ellie yelling at you for some reason.
You wish you could drown put her screaming.
"Ellie can you just shut the fuck up!" you yelled.
You had enough of her mixed signals. You had enough of her practically cheating on you. You were tired.
"How dare you talk to me like that-" but before Ellie could end up yelling again you got up, pushing her against the wall.
"How dare I? How dare you! You fucking lead me on for weeks, then you freak out when I hang out with another girl! Ellie you are really fucking stupid" you said though heavy breathes.
Ellie stared at you with wide eyes.
There she is.
The girl you thought you had a chance with.
You took a step back, shaking your head and chuckling.
"You really are a fucking loser, how could I fall for someone like you?" You asked yourself.
Ellie heard.
She got up walking to you, she placed her hands on your shoulders "i-i like you. A lot. I just didn't know how to express myself- and- you made me so nervous so I thought I could make you j-jealous"
you shrugged her hands off your shoulders and you took another step back.
"That's not how relationships work Ellie, you ruined this yourself"
"Please listen-"
"get the fuck out"
Ellie sighed before she got up. She was on her way to the door, and she looked back at you for the last time.
"smoking is bad for you" she said with a sad smile.
You chucked at her words before responding "it makes me look hot doesn't it?"
"It really does"
you watched as Ellie walk out the door, you lit another cigarette.
As the smoke filled the air, like it has countless times before. you let out a sigh at the realization: you fell in love with another loser.
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This story is not based off a song! Itâs my own little idea:) This is a very dark story, so please read the warnings to make sure youâre up for itâŚ
Pairing: modern high school au!ellie x popular fem!reader
Requests are always open feel free to leave one! Or you can just send me a song and Iâll take it from there!
Warning: stalking, obsession, kidnapping, violence, death, mentions of lying next to a dead body and mass shootings, blood and suicide
Word count: 3.1k
 Summary: In which Ellieâs âsmall crushâ turned into an obsession.
Ellieâs heartbeat raced, her palms suddenly felt sweaty, she felt dizzy. Her vision focused on the girl she was hopelessly in love with. Every time Ellie saw her, itâs like she falls in love all over again. Her name was y/n. A beautiful y/h/c, she had the prettiest y/e/c Ellie had ever seen. She was perfect in every way. Ellie was one of the many men and women that liked y/n. Why would someone as perfect as y/n ever look at someone like her. An autumn brown haired girl with freckles? You would never look at her. To say Ellie was in love with y/n was an understatement.
Ellie was infatuated with someone she could never have.
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Ellie Williams. Many people would describe her as a loner. âSheâs a weird kidâ someone once said âshe doesnât even interact with any of us. I didnât even know she existedâ and truth be told Ellie was a quite kid. A very quiet kid. She never spoke or interacted with anyone because she canât stand most people. Due to Ellieâs unusual silence, many rumors were spread of the poor girl. The rumors were peopleâs way of trying to figure out who Ellie was, Ellieâs favorite rumor about herself was, that she was a mass shooter at her previous school. Today was like no other for Ellie. As she walked down the halls people were staring and whispering. She was used to it at this point. She walked into her first class of the and once again all eyes were on her.
 âYouâre late againâ her teacher grumbled. Ellie rolled her eyes as she walked past her teacher. As she sat down, she flinched a little due to how cold her chair was. Ellie didnât even take out her school books because she didnât care. She propped her head up with her right hand- trying not to fall asleep. Ellie soon zoned out staring at the two posters in front of the class. The posters were for the class presidents voting, that was happening in a few days. The only two people left in the running were Abby Anderson and y/n y/l/n. If Ellie had to be honest Abbyâs poster looked way more professional yours. She started at your poster that was decorated in pink and purple flowers. There was no way y/n was going to win with a poster looking like that.
âHeyâ a voice whispered
 âHey!â the voice said once again.
Ellie turned around slowly, hoping to scare away whoever this person was. And to her surprise her eyes met with y/n.
âsince when does she sit behind me?â Ellie thought to herself.
âSorry to bother you, but can I please borrow a pencil? I promise to give it backâ she asked in a hushed voice. Normally Ellie would turn around and ignore them, but for some odd reason she bent down to grab her bag and she pulled out a pencil. As Ellie reached out to give you the pencil, her fingertips slightly brushed against yours. As soon as Ellie felt your fingers, the hair at the back of her neck stood up, goosebumps arose on her skin. It felt like her hand was on fire. Ellieâs mouth went dry; her breathing became uneven. She looked up from her hand to meet your eyes. ââThank youâ you said softly. You offered her a small smile âIâll give it back soonâ
Ellie sat in the school bathroom in awe. Even though the bathroom stall was small and it stank, Ellie sat there in awe. y/n. y/n y/l/n touched her hand. For the first time since sheâs moved to Jackson, Ellie finally got a good look at you. Ellie saying you were beautiful was an insult. You were more than breathe taking. And your perfume- god your scent was intoxicating. Ellieâs mind was filled with many thoughts as she stared down at her hand. Once again the thought ran through her mind: y/n touched her hand.
Ellie let out a deep sigh as the bell rang. She threw her green and black backpack over her shoulder as she started walking to her class.
 âThere you areâ a voice said, Ellie immediately recognized the voice. y/n. Her y/n. When Ellie turned around she saw you walking towards her. You werenât walking to anyone else, you were walking to her. As you were walking towards Ellie- as clichĂŠ as it sounds- everything around her went silent. She couldnât focus on anything else but you walking towards her.
âThanks for the pencil! You saved my life back there!â You said with a laugh
âShe has a pretty laughâ Ellie thought to herself. Ellie stared at you with no emotion. She wasnât trying to scare you away; she was trying to memorize your features. The way your lips curled when you laughed, the was your eyes closed, the way your laugh sounded. Normally Ellie would walk away. But she didnât. She couldnât. You said a quick goodbye and walked away. And Ellie stood there in shock. y/n spoke to her. You laughed at her. You touched her hand and you used her pencil.
And in this very moment everything began. The beginning of the end. This was the moment when Ellie Williams became infatuated with y/n y/l/n.
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Itâs been 3 months since Ellie and y/n interacted for the first time, and Ellie has been smitten ever since. Ellieâs little crush on y/n soon grew out of control. It wasnât even a crush. It was an obsession. An addiction. Ellie started off small, with quick glances from across the classroom or the cafeteria. Then Ellie memorized her class schedules and followed her to every class to make sure she got there safe. But suddenly everything became worse. Her obsession started to grow. Ellie started following y/n home, breaking into her house, stealing small things, watched her sleep, and stared at her from her window. Ellie became a stalker. In Ellieâs eyes what she was doing wasnât wrong, because she wasnât hurting anyone. Ellie saw her behavior as normal. When youâre in love, it makes you do crazy things, right?
Ellie was content with following y/n around until she found out there was another guy inserted in her. Her y/n. Her girl. And Ellie soon realized if she doesnât do anything shell loose y/n to someone else. She had to get rid of him. Ellie once again sat in the small, stinky bathroom stall and thought of ways she could rid of him. Murder? Ellie could kill him. But what happens if she got caught? If she gets caught shell never be able to see y/n again. She was definitely not going to kill anyone. Her only solution was, was to ask y/n out before anyone else could.
It had been a few days since Ellie decided she would ask y/n out on a date. Ellie planned exactly how she was going to ask you. So when everyone was in class Ellie went to your locker, and left a note saying âmeet me on the rooftop at 3 pmâ.
Ellie has never been more nervous. She felt nauseous. Her hands were shanking as she stood on the rooftop watching all the students walk home.
 âEllie?â She heard her girl call her.
Ellie took a deep breath as she picked up the flowers she put on the ground. You walked closer to her, and Ellie turned and quickly you the flowers without saying anything. You have her a questioning look, confused on why she just gave you flowers. Before you could ask anything Ellie quickly said the words: âwill you go on date with me?â Ellie closed her eyes tightly in fear that you might reject her. Ellie felt your soft hand touch her face, her closed eyes immediately opened and widened at the gesture. And to Ellieâs surprise you said yes.
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In all her years of living Ellie never thought she would be sitting across from you. Her girl. The prettiest girl she had ever seen. The love of her life. You wore a pretty pink dress that Ellie had seen in your closet the last time she was there. She has dreamed of seeing you in this dress now you were sitting across from her wearing it, just for her. Ellie was in awe of how beautiful you looked.
Your date went well. You told her things about yourself that she already knew by following you around and by breaking into your house- but you didnât need to know that. You seemed happy and comfortable around her and that made Ellie happy. She didnât want you to be scared of her like the others.
 And at some point during the date you reached across the table to grab her hand. Ellie was on cloud 9. Butterflies erupted in her stomach. She felt like she was going to pass out. With her palms sweaty, heart racing and high on the scent of your perfume, Ellie got up to pay the bill. Ellieâs plan was to take you on a nice walk through a private park, and sheâll ask you to be her girlfriend. And hopefully youâll say yes. Ellie prayed to whichever god there was to: please let her say yes.
As Ellie and y/n walked to the park a cool breeze filled the air. y/n let out a shiver, and Ellie immediately took off her jacket and gave it to the girl walking next to her. Even after all y/nâs protests, she finally took the jacket and put it on thanking Ellie for the kind gesture. And a huge grin appeared on Ellieâs face. Her girl was wearing her jacket. When they finally reached the park Ellie realized that her shoe lace was untied. Ellie quickly apologized to her girl, and she bent down to tie it.
Ellie suddenly felt a warm liquid ran down the back of her head. Ellie fell face first into the ground. Her vision was blurry as she tried turning around. The last thing she remembers was your voice saying âits ok Ellie, just close your eyesâ and suddenly everything went black.
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Despite y/nâs popularity she always felt alone. Yes, she had many friends and yes, she was constantly surrounded by people but she felt alone. But then she met Ellie Williams. Ellie was attractive, no one could argue with that. Ellie was quite, and weird and y/n has heard all the stories that were spoken about Ellie, but she never believed it for one second. But that one faithful day when she borrowed a pencil from Ellie everything changed. You were in love with Ellie even when she didnât utter one word to you, you were head over heels for this girl.
Y/n knew Ellie followed her home. She knew when Ellie was in her house. When most people would be afraid, y/n loved it. y/n loved it when Ellie was in her house because it felt like Ellie was closer to her. Y/n has never met anyone as dedicated to her as Ellie was. When Ellie finally asked y/n out on a date the girl was over the moon. As she was getting ready for the date, she spoke to the pictures she had of Ellie. Pictures she took of Ellie while Ellie was asleep, and pictures she paid people to take of Ellie. She spoke to the pictures telling them about how bright of a future the two of you had together.
Y/n knew the hold she had over Ellie but she wanted to take it to the next step. She wanted to keep Ellie all to herself. She didnât want to risk Ellie getting bored of her and finding someone else. y/n already saw the waitress stare at Ellie, and in that moment she knew she had to do something. And that something was capturing Ellie. As Ellie bent down to tie her shoelace, y/n quickly grabbed a rock and hit her over the head, making Ellie fall to the ground.
Now y/n stood across her unconscious body, tied up to a chair in her basement and she couldnât be happier. Ellie was here, with her. Forever. Ellie. Her Ellie. The love of her life, would stay with her forever.
ďšĘŹĘŹďšâŞŠâŞ¨ďšâĄďšá˘..á˘ďšâďšâ ďšâďšâżďšâšďšâďšâ¸ďšâ˘ďšâďšáľá´áľďšâĄďš
Ellie stared at the ceiling with a small smile on her face. She had a pounding headache, but she kept on smiling. Ellie first freaked out when she woke up. Being tied up to a chair in a basement with a dim light shining over you wasnât an ideal situation to wake up to. But after a few minutes she realized in whoâs basement she was. y/nâs basement. Ellie was tied up in y/nâs basement. That could only mean one thing. You liked Ellie back. You liked her so much that you kidnapped her and tied her up. She was just as messed up as Ellie was, and Ellie was happy. She was happy that you liked her back. Ellie had somehow managed to untie herself, and she just sat there waiting for you. She waited for her girl to come get her.
It felt like hours went by before Ellie finally heard voices. She frowned when she heard there was someone else with you. The basement door opened and Ellie ran to hide under the stairs. Ellie peaked through the wooden planks as she heard you call out her name softly. Ellie loved it when you said her name.
 Before Ellie could reveal herself, she saw a man walk down the stairs to talk with you. Her girl was talking to someone else. Ellie was suddenly filled with a blinding rage, Ellie immediately came out of her hiding spot, she heard you say her name, but she walked straight to the man and tackled him to the ground. As soon as Ellie tackled him she heard her girl let out a scream but she couldnât stop herself from getting rid of this man. Ellie grabbed a chunk of his hair and hit his head reputably into the floor. Blood splattered everywhere, his brains soon poured out.
The room was filled with Ellieâs grunts, your cries and the sound of bones breaking. When Ellie finally decided she has had enough of beating the man her attention turned to you. Your eyes were puffy and swollen from the screaming and crying. You looked at Ellie fear all over your face and Ellie hated herself for what she was about to do.
 âIâm sorryâ Ellie whispered as she picked up the chair. She walked over to you.
âEllie please donât do thisâ you begged looking into her eyes.
âIâm not going to kill you babyâ she promised âyou just have to sleep for a while, while I clean this up, ok?â
Ellie raised the chair over her head and you let out a whimper. She swung the chair at you and filched when your body fell unconscious onto the cold floor. She turned her attention back to the other body on the floor.
âlooks I have my work cut out for meâ she chuckled as she looked at the blood and brains splattered everywhere. Ellie turned back to you and left a quick kiss to your forehead
âdonât worry baby Iâll be quickâ
ďšĘŹĘŹďšâŞŠâŞ¨ďšâĄďšá˘..á˘ďšâďšâ ďšâďšâżďšâšďšâďšâ¸ďšâ˘ďšâďšáľá´áľďšâĄďš
Ellie looked at herself in the mirror. She was very nervous. She put on her best suit and sprayed on her most expensive perfume. She held the flowers tightly in her hand as she walked over to her bed, where you were laying. Your face was pale, your skin cold to the touch. Your skin was probably this cold because youâve been dead for a couple of days, but you were still beautiful.
After the incident in the basement, Ellie had actually hit you a little too hard, which had led to your death. And now you lay here, on Ellieâs bed wearing a white dress, and an engagement ring. You were finally hers, and Ellie couldnât be happier.
Ellie gently placed the flowers on your chest, and she slowly laid next to your dead body. She breathed in the scent of the body wash she used on you, to prepare you for this day. Ellie played with your hair while she thought of everything that happened these last few days. The good memories and the bad. But what ever happened doesnât matter anymore because she lay next to you. The love of her life. You lay with her and no one else.
And Ellie was ready to join you. She wanted to spend the rest of eternity with you. Youâll be with her forever in the fare life. Your souls will be together forever and always.
ďšĘŹĘŹďšâŞŠâŞ¨ďšâĄďšá˘..á˘ďšâďšâ ďšâďšâżďšâšďšâďšâ¸ďšâ˘ďšâďšáľá´áľďšâĄďš
Authors note: Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this one. Remember you are loved, and to be kind with everyone⌠requests are always open, feel free to leave one.
Here is a cool ass edit to make up for the trauma I've caused you through this story<3
Yours truly,
Zia:)
I LOVE UR STORIES SMMMM do u think ur could do an Ellie x reader story based on the song one night only by sonder? TYYYYYY
One night only - ellie williams x reader
Hi anon! thank you sm for the compliment:)))) btw this song is so fucking good! I'm defs adding this to my ellie playlist lmao... and also your welcome;)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are always open, feel free to leave one! or just send me a song and I'll take it from there:)
Warnings: violence, death, mentions of sex workers, and a couple sexual references
Summary: Ellie wanted needed to see you, but little did she know the one night she wanted to spend with you, would be her final night alive....
wc + the lyrics: 1.8k
I'm flyin' out for the weekend
I'll be callin' you when I land
'Cause we ain't got no time to waste (ooh, ooh)
And I don't give a damn 'bout your boyfriend
He can have you when I go, next week, it might be Japan
You heard your phone made a ding noise as you sat next to your girlfriend Abby.
âWhoâs that?â she questioned you, eyes never leaving the screen as the movie the two of you decided to watch played. You shrugged as you reached at to grab your phone. Your eyes widened at the familiar number. A text you thought you would never get again and especially from her.
The text was 4 simple words. But yet those words managed to make your heart rate increase, your brows furrowed.
Why was she in town again? Why is she texting you? What does she want with you?
The message read; hey Iâm in town. You stared at the message not knowing what to say.
 Ok? why is she telling you this? what the fuck does she want with you?
 She made it very clear the last time. You were nothing to her. All you were, in her eyes was a sex toy. You were only good for a quick fuck and then sheâd throw you away. You felt worthless when you were with her. But god did she make you feel good.
Ellie sighed as she remembered the last time the two of you were together. The night you confessed that you had feelings for her. The night that she said she wanted nothing to do with you. But every time she came to Jackson she couldnât help but look for you.
Her heart ached for you.
 But she canât take back what she did, she canât take back the fact she rejected you as you stared at her with puppy eyes, begging her to admit that she feels the same way. But she didnât. She couldnât lie to you.
 In reality Ellie didnât feel anything for you. She only saw you as a whore. Someone that was meant to be used. But yet she couldnât help but feel guilty when she saw the way your eyes filled with tears and as you let a quick âitâs ok Ellieâ as you packed up all your things.
You had no right to be mad, Ellie decided that day. Itâs not like the two of you were anything else but fuck buddies, you werenât even friends for fucks sake.
 There are plenty of sex workers in Jackson, and there are fucking hundreds of girls that throw themselves at Ellie. She knows she should go to one of them, maybe sheâll meet someone new. Someone who tastes better. Someone who makes her cum harder than you. But for some reason every time she comes into Jackson, sheâs drawn to you. Like a moth to a flame.
To make matters worse you had a girlfriend.
Ellie had no right to text you. She had no right to ask you if you wanted to see her one more time. If you wanted to spend one last night with her. But yet she did message you.
As much as Ellie tries to run away from the truth, she needed you. You werenât a want anymore; you were a need. You were something she craved.
I know you been thinkin' 'bout me (ooh)
Thinkin' 'bout me, thinkin' 'bout me (I know you still think about me)
I know you been, thinkin' 'bout me
Thinkin' 'bout me, thinkin' 'bout me
I know you been, thinkin' 'bout me (ooh)
Thinkin' 'bout me, thinkin' 'bout me
I know you been, thinkin' 'bout me
Thinkin' 'bout me, thinkin' 'bout me (I'm in town)
Ellie hoped you think about her. She hoped you touched yourself to the thought of her.
She hoped you needed her as badly as she needed you.
 The countless nights she spends with her hands between her thighs moaning your name, the days she would stalk your Instagram just to get an update on your life.
But now sheâs back in town. And the last 7 months she spent without you felt like an eternity.
 The way you said her name, the way you smiled at her when she made a stupid joke, just everything about you was imprinted into her mind for the times she wasnât with you.
It was a surprise to Ellie when you posted about having a girlfriend. Her brows furrowed at a picture of you and a blonde girl kissing with the caption âI canât wait to spend forever with youâ
since when were you seeing other girls? Â Ellie had no right to be jealous, she had no right to question who you spent your time with. And yes Ellie was also seeing other people, but why did she feel so insulted? So possessive over someone she just saw as a toy?
I'm in town for one night (one night), for one night only (one night only)
I came around (I came around) to put it down for one night only (just one night)
Got a room for me and you (I got a room) for one night only
You wanna ride for a lifetime, this is one night only
When you agreed to meet up with Ellie at the hotel room the two of you always went to she was surprised to say the least.
Her hands shook as she stood the in front of the hotel room door. She knew you were on the other side waiting for her. Her anxiety was soon crushed at the thought of you waiting for her. Like a dog. A dog waiting for its owner.
She pushed the door open quickly closing it behind her when she stepped in. She dropped her backpack to the floor and she started to take off her rings when she heard movement in the bathroom.
You were making yourself pretty for her.
âYou knowâ she stared her back facing the bathroom as she started to take off her rings, âI was surprised when you agreed to meet upâ she continued.
âIt seems like your girl doesnât make you make you feel goodâ she laughed. âThatâs probably why you keep coming after meâ she finished her sentence with a grin.
 When Ellie finally had all her rings off, she admired her long slender fingers before she took the hair tie off her wrist as she started tying her hair up. Â
âSince you have a girlfriendâ Ellie spoke again after a few minutes of silence, âthis will be our last night together. Iâm not into that cheating shitâ
âIf you werenât into that cheating shit, then you wouldnât have messaged my girlâ
 Ellieâs eyes widened when she turned around and she wasnât met with you, she was met with the blonde girl you posted. Before Ellie could even react the blonde grabbed her by the collar of her black wife beater and whispered âitâs not nice messaging other peopleâs girlfriendsâ before grabbing Ellieâs head and hitting it against the wall.
Everything went black for Ellie.
I'm flyin' out for the weekend
I'll be callin' you when I'm 'round
I wanna see you face to face (ooh, ooh)
And I don't give a damn about your boyfriend
He can have you after I go, I'ma do all I can (ooh)
Abby knew about your history with Ellie. She knew you had feeling for her and that she rejected you. Thatâs why you immediately showed her the messages that Ellie sent you. Your reaction to the message didnât go unnoticed by Abby.
The way your breathing sped up, the way Abby practically felt your hammering heartbeat through your ribcage. The room went silent, both you and Abby waiting for the other person to say something.
âYou want me to handle itâ Abby asked after what felt like forever.
You didnât know what she meant why handle it, but you agreed. You hoped Abby would scare off Ellie and that she would never text you again.
âPleaseâ you whispered.
But little did you know, that one word would seal Ellieâs fate.
Abby had to work quickly. The two of them were inn a hotel room after all. After you gave Abby the go ahead to handle Ellie, she asked for your phone. You knew Abby was messaging Ellie pretending to be you but you never knew what Abbyâs plan was.
âYouâre meeting up with my ex fling?â you looked at Abby with disbelief: âAbby I wasnât even dating herâ
âI know, but she hurt your feelingsâ
You sighed at Abbyâs response, âso whatâs your plan exactly?â you asked
âIâm just going to go meet up with her and Iâll tell her to stay awayâ
You gave Abby a small smile liking the idea
âYou promise you wonât hurt her?â you asked before she walked out the door
âI promise I wonâtâ she gave you a grin before walking out.
Abby entered the hotel not caring if anyone saw her face. If she got caught she would go to prison for a good thing. She got rid of the person that hurt your feelings and made you insecure. The person that made you feel you werenât good enough
Abby quickly tied Ellieâs hands and feet, and she put a thick layer of duct tape across the girlsâ mouth. She dragged Ellieâs body across the room, quickly throwing her into the tub that was in the bathroom. Ellieâs eyes opened when she landed in the tub, eyes widening when she realized that she could move. Ellie started frantically moving, trying to get herself out of this situation.
âIf you stop moving this will be quickerâ
 Ellie let out muffled noises begging Abby not to do this, tears rolled down her cheeks, fear evident in her eyes. Abbyâs huge hands wrapped around Ellieâs throat, and she started squeezing. She was suffocating Ellie. Ellie tried moving, she tried screaming but she couldnât do anything.
Abby watched the life drain from Ellieâs eyes. She watched Ellie cry. She watched Ellieâs face turn red.
And soon Ellie went limp. Abby reached down to feel Ellieâs pulse and there was nothing. She was dead. She was gone from your life. She wouldnât be able to hurt you anymore.
Abby got up and she pulled out her phone smiling at a wallpaper as it was a picture of you. The girl she was willing to kill for. She dialed your number and after 3 rings you picked up; âhey babe!â you said happily into the phone.
âAre you done with Ellie yet? I miss youâ Abby chuckled when she turned around and saw Ellieâs lifeless body lying in the tub.
âYeah weâre done⌠she said sheâll leave you aloneâ Abby said, as a prideful grin appeared on her face.
âIâm happy you handled itâ you hummed happily ânow come homeâ
âIâm coming baby; Iâm comingâ
And just like that Abby walked out of the hotel room without a care, leaving Ellieâs body to grow cold.
Authors note: Remember requests are always open, feel free to leave you! You are loved and always be kind to the next person...
Yours truly,
Zia :)
requesting a smut fic with reader x loser!ellie based on in my feelings by Lana del Rey!! And the song being from readers pov
In my feelings - (loser!ellie williams x reader)
hi anon! firstly this is my first time writing smut, so I'm sorry if it sucks lmao:) and also Lana Del Rey fucking slaps, I hope you enjoy<3
This story is based off the song in my feelings by Lana Del Rey, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)
(I had to rewrite this twice because every time I wrote it according to the lyrics I always ended up with a angst fic, so this is just a smut piece. There are references to the song in the story.)
Pairing- loser!ellie x fem!reader
requests are always open, feel free to leave one or just send me a song and I'll take it from there:)
Warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), porn no plot, inexperienced Ellie, cigarettes, sex, domish reader, this sucks, lmk if I missed anything!
Summary: In which you showed a loser, a great time
You brought the cigarette to your lips as you inhaled the smoke, your head rolled back as you blew it out from your lips.
You looked up and saw Ellie staring at you like a lost puppy.
"Have you ever done this before?" you asked her as you took another puff from your cigarette.
You watched as she shyly looked to the ground.
"Open your mouth and answer me Ellie" you demanded enjoying how easily you could make her nervous.
"n-no ma'am" she stuttered.
You chucked as you put out your cigarette on the ash tray beside you. Ellie watched your fingers as you lowered the cigarette, how delicate they looked, she wondered what they would feel like.
Ellie was snapped from her thoughts when she heard your voice.
"Come here"
You watched as she blinked a couple of times.
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"no sorry" she mumbled and she made made her away towards you.
"Crawl"
"what?" Ellie looked at you with wide eyes.
She looked so fucking innocent. So pure. It turned you on so much knowing that you had the ability to destroy her.
"Get on the floor and crawl to me"
You sat back on the couch, you slightly opened your legs revealing the pink lace underwear you wore underneath your skirt.
"I can see your underwear" Ellie pointed out. She was trying to be respectful, but she couldn't take her eyes away from your clothed cunt.
"do you like it?" you asked.
A pink shade appeared on her cheeks as she looked down to her shoes. She let out a hum of agreement.
Yeah she did like it.
She wanted to see more.
"Come on Ellie get on your knees"
You watched as she fell to her knees, crawling to you like a dog. A smile appeared on your face as you watched the mighty Ellie Williams crawl towards you.
No one else but you.
Ellie sat directly in front of you staring at your pretty face waiting for her next instruction.
You opened up your legs, your lace panties practically see through at this point from how wet you were. You heard Ellie whimper as the sight.
"So pretty" she mumbled.
"wait till you see what's underneath" You spoke with a grin.
"Touch me Ellie"
Her hands immediately went to your underwear. She gently started rubbing you through your underwear.
Ellie watched as the damp spot on your underwear grow, and she felt her own arousal, her panties were so fucking wet and her thighs were slick with her own arousal.
You let out a soft moan as you felt her rub soft, slow and gentle circles. She leaned forward to leave a soft kiss on the clothed area.
Your body shuddered at the feeling.
Ellie started slowly making out with your clothed cunt, she just wanted a taste, but the stupid piece of fabric was in her way, it wasn't only making Ellie mad it was frustrating you too.
It was good but it wasn't enough to make you cum.
"Get up"
"what?" Ellie asked confused.
"Just get up"
She stood up in an instant watching you grab your phone.
You played in my feelings by Lana Del Rey as you lit another cigarette. You took another puff before slowly swaying your hips to the music.
"I'm smoking while I'm runnin' on my treadmill
But I'm cutting up roses
Could it be that I fell for another loser"
you sang as you continued to breathe in the smoke. You slowly started stripping, removing your shit, you briefly made eye contact with Ellie before her eyes fell to your chest.
You were wearing a matching pink lace bra, and Ellie felt herself dripping.
You slowly put the cigarette between your lips as you unclasped your bra. The piece of fabric fell to the floor as you heard Ellie out a quite "woah" at the sight of your chest.
Your hands came up to your chest as you took your breast into your palm, you slowly moved your hand up pinching your nipples, your head flew back the sensation.
You let out a moan, as you felt the buds harden under your touch.
Your hips continued to sway as you looked at Ellie and you pulled your skirt and panties off. You bent down, putting out the cigarette as you picked up your panties and you threw it towards her.
Ellie desperately caught it, bringing it to her nose. She breathed in the scent of your juices and she let out a loud moan. You watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she stuffed your panties into her pocket.
"Please- please let me touch you"
You almost moaned at the sound of her begging.
You slowly made your way to the couch as you bent over, raising your ass and cunt into the air.
Easy access
As you were bent over you quickly made the music louder to drown out the sound of what was about to happen.
You looked over your shoulders seeing Ellie stare at you in awe.
What a fucking loser.
You slightly shook your ass.
"Come on Ellie isn't this what you wanted?"
Ellie fell to her knees immediately crawling to you. She faced your cunt she watched your swollen pussy clench around nothing.
You slightly jumped forward with a shocked moan when you felt Ellie lick a long stripe your pussy. Ellie had her eyes closed as she let out a moan.
"So wet" she muttered. After a few seconds of silence and no movement you suddenly felt Ellie's fingers open you up and before you could say anything she inserted her tongue into you.
You let out a moan, and quickly you felt a coil tighten in your stomach.
"fuckkkk... just like that pretty girl" you breathed out in a long moan.
You heard Ellie moan from behind you, and it send vibrations to your cunt. Your mouth fell open at the sensation.
Ellie put two fingers into your cunt as she continued sucking your clit and attacking your sensitive pussy with her tongue.
"Fuck- you're such a fucking loser" Ellie heard you talk above her. "You- you can't even talk to me I public now- now you're e-eating me out like I'm your last meal"
Ellie let out a moan at your words and she felt herself clench, she was going to cum and you didn't even touch her, how pathetic.
Ellie hit that special spot and you let out a high pitched moan.
"Right there baby, please don't stop"
Ellie fingers sped up, her sucking became harsher, and your moans grew louder.
You were close.
You clenched around Ellie's fingers, and she let out a loud moan. The vibrations triggered your orgasm.
You saw white and your whole body felt numb. You didn't feel real, it felt like you were floating- no flying actually. You felt so fucking good.
With heavy breathes, you opened your eyes and you breathed out a quick good girl to Ellie.
You turned around to face her as she lay on the floor, her eyes were closed but she had a huge smile on her face.
"Did you just come?" You asked Ellie as you heavily breathed.
You watched as she opened her eyes and she started at you for a few seconds.
"No"
"are you lying to me Ellie?"
"yeah... that was the hardest I ever came" she admitted.
"Aw poor baby, I didn't didn't touch her and she soaked her panties" you teased.
All Ellie did was look away shyly.
She anxiously played with her fingers. She wanted to ask you something. But she was so fucking terrified.
Maybe she was a fucking loser.
"Can we go again? Ellie asked, looking at you with a fucked out expression. Her lips were slightly swollen and glossy with her saliva and your cum.
Still heavily breathing you gave Ellie a smile.
"let me get a taste of you too pretty girl"
Authors note: well this sucked, I've never written smut and I'm so scared to publish it lmao, also two posts in one day???? wow I'm on another lever. Remember you are loved and to always be kind.
Yours truly,
Zia:)
GLAD YOUR BACK DIVA đ¤
RAHHHHHH THANK YOU POOOKIEEEEE, IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK <3333
super confident!ellie x really bold and forward reader at a party and theyâre both just bored and the more ellie talks to reader the more shes stumbling over her words by how quickly she responds to ellieâs lines and ellie knows sheâs fucked bc she cant stop thinking about the girl that she fucked at the party yayyyyy
Rose - (ellie williams x reader)
hi anon! i had so many ideas for this, i might make a part 2 because yes or ill make a different version ughhhh...i hope you enjoy it<3
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
warnings: sexual themes
Summary: in which she cant forget you
authors note: i submitted my application, lets see if i get accepted because i will lose my mind if i don't
masterlist
The smell of weed was the first thing that reached Ellie's nose when she walked into the house.
Mid term exams has had her stressed and she's barley been out. Whoever said college would be easy, lied because she's never been this stressed.
She needed to blow off some steam and what better way is there than to get blackout out drunk and to fuck a random girl she'll never talk to again.
It was too early in the night to make a move. She need to wait for the straight girls to get drunk, and for the overly emotional girls to come her way.
She sat on a couch scanning the room. So many victims, so many options.
Who will be the lucky girl tonight?
"You know its gross to eye fuck innocent people?" she heard a voice talk next to her.
A small frown appeared on Ellie's face when she turned to you.
Holy shit, who are you?
Her eyes scanned your body.... fuck
Maybe you'd be the lucky one
You noticed her staring and you rolled your eyes before saying: "Take your pervert eyes off me"
Oh you were feisty.
Ellie never had a problem with women. Most of them threw themselves at her, all she needed to do was say a few words and give them a small smile and they'd be moaning her name minutes later.
She was confident that she'll get you too. She just needed to pull out all the stops when it came to you.
Ellie chuckled at your comment "I'm not a pervert, I'm just checking to make sure you don't have a weapon on you?" she joked.
"What weapon? My strap on?" You snorted.
oh.
Ellie wasn't expecting that.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" you teased at her sudden silence.
Ellie shook her head quickly gaining her composure.
"Has anyone ever told you that you were pretty?" She quickly tried changing the subject.
You hummed "quite a few... has anyone ever told you that you suck at flirting?"
Now this made her jaw drop.
You didn't giggle like she expected, you didn't give her a shy smile.
What the fuck is happening?
"You're boring" you state, you got up and left.
You left the Ellie Williams speechless.
The longer the night went on the more her mind drifted to you. Her mission of finding someone to fuck ended as soon as you came into the picture.
She wanted you. She was on a mission to find you. But between all the people grinding up against each other she thought that would be impossible.
"Hey there loser" she heard your voice she immediately turned to you.
"h-hey" did she just fucking stutter?
"Did you find someone to fuck yet?" you asked she shook her head.
"Maybe we can..." Ellie went silent, too shy to finish her sentence.
She made two scissors with her hands and she made a scissoring motion "you k-know.... me and you"
You laugh at her. You fucking laugh at her.
"Don't be pathetic, use your words"
Ellie felt humiliated. Why were you telling her what to do? Normally she was the one giving orders. Ellie decided that its time to switch roles. She wanted to be in charge.
"Well lets go to the bathroom and ill show you what i can do"
"so you're saying im some kind of cheap fuck?"
"N-no i mean... i meant like-"
"see fucking pathetic"
Ellie was sweating, her cheeks were tinted in a dark shade of pink.
What were you doing to her?
You gently took her hand "show me where your dorm is" was all you said.
The rest was a blur to her.
Lips passionately touching each other, clothes flying off, your fingers in her. A tiny rose tattoo on your left shoulder. She's never cum so hard in her life.
After tonight she knew you fucked her over.
No one had made her this nervous, no one has ever made her finish this hard, no one had ever made her this submissive.
Who are you?
Ellie groaned when she heard her alarm go off. She rolled over to the side of the bed you were laying on, but you weren't there.
She opened her eyes to a cold empty bed.
"Fuck" she sighed.
She never got your name, she doesn't have your number, she doesn't know anything about you.
The memory of you on top of her, you moaning was all she could think about.
Fuck, how she just forget that? How could she forget you?
The only thing she remembered was the rose tattoo on your left shoulder.
"Fuck rose who are you?"
<3
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