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mechaknight-98 · 2 months

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Empress (NSFW) Ft: Eunbi and Hyewon

You see the door slam open and close to the restroom where you were currently taking a Buble bath with Hyewon. when Eunbi announced to you and Hyewon (who were sharing a chaste moment) that she wanted to become a Villain. Hyewon and you look at each other and then at Eunbi

“I hesitate to ask but where is this coming from dear?” you ask

“The hero association wants to fine me for my costume. Something about being too sexually provocative.” Eunbi bemoaned and whined

you squinted at her knowing this was going to be a thing and then asked “Okay can I see your costume?” Eunbi still flustered and frustrated nodded. She does the famous Carter twirl and her costume magically appears, and shit Eunbi’s costume is too sexy. it's tight. her breasts are barely contained by the top section, they are exposed by your least favorite, but also favorite costume choice, the boob window. You and Hyewon look at each other hungry with lust then back at Eunbi who stands proud. Her thick thighs sparkle in the low light of the bathroom you three found yourselves in. Hyewon and you share mental images of what you’d do to her. Hyewon doesn’t let you see her plans for you though.

“Fuck Eunbi if that's what you wear to fights every day I would never fight you. I'd be too busy drooling trying to get your number. You look fucking hot. Like damn girl.” you blurt out admiring the killer way the costume fits her diminutive but voluptuous body. It's hard to resist the urge to fuck her then and there. She frowns and you remember why you were there.

“That being said, I also agree it's bullshit the heroes association I'd fine you for that especially since they had to okay it in the first place. you do give off dominatrix vibes with the tightness of it all, and dual chromatic color scheme,” you say. Eunbi and Hyewon laugh as Eunbi does another Carter twirl and joins the two of you in the tub.

“Ooh still hot,” Eunbi says with a content smile as she slides in.

“Yeah, our boyfriend’s power comes in handy with keeping things heated.” Hyewon coos. Eunbi nods in agreement and leans back in the tub content. You all sit around. You try to hide your furious erection as your body reacts violently to fuck both of your hot girlfriends till they can't walk.

“So what were you guys doing before I got home?” Eunbi asked

Hyewon smirked, “This.” she jumped from her side of the tub to you and began forcibly kissing you.

“Mistress wants to come out baby is that okay?”

You moan as she grinds on top of your manhood with her folds.

“Yes.” You moan to her. Hyewon smiles as she runs her hands through her long black hair and looks at Eunbi and you.

“You’ll be a good boy and do what I tell you right?” Hyewon asks with a voice made husky by her own just and arousal. You nod in submission to your girlfriend.

“Good boy.” she moans as she gets up from you. “Don’t touch yourself yet,” Hyewon says firmly as her body begins to morph. Her breast swell to be parallel with Eunbi, and a cock begins to grow between her legs. Hyewon smiles at you as she strokes her cock. Your erection can barely be contained in your pants as you watch Eunbi and Hyewon lock eyes with each other you watch as Hyewon oogles your shared girlfriend she bends down and smiles at you as she plunges into her unnie.

“Oh fuck.” Eunbi moans as the familiar sensation of being stretched out by Hyewon’s cock fills her. You watch in overwhelmed arousal and lust. You knew Hyewon could shapeshift but never knew the limits. Hyewon cooed as she bottomed out in Eunbi.

“I forgot how good your dick felt.” Eunbi mewled to Hyewon. Hyewon begins to thrust into her unnie in earnest. Her girth slides easily out of the almost perpetually sopping elder. Trying to keep your cool you ask if Hyewon needs anything figuring she may want some alone time with Eunbi.

“No stay there and watch like a good boy.” Hyewon demands. You watch as they continue to rut into each other the rhythmic bouncing of breasts and other buoyant flesh drives your desires wild, and uncomfortable. Overlord loomed in your mind hungry watching the show. He wanted no needed a taste of it, but you sat there being the good boy you were holding it all in. Hyewon knew this of course and wanted to test how far she could go. She loved all of you and didn’t like how you would parse yourself out to the world. Every part of you was worthy of love and affection. Even the parts you hid from others because of the fear of isolation. You spread your legs so your dick can fly free and proud watching his two favorite people go at it in a way unfamiliar to you. You watched as Eunbi was reduced to slutty mess.

“Will mommy be good to her mistress,” Hyewon asked as she continued fucking Eunbi.

“Yes, Mommy will be good to her mistress,” Eunbi said between pants.

“Will mommy be good and let me fuck her big tits?” Hyewon asked desperately. Eunbi nodded in between blissful moans. Hyewon smiled as she pulled out of the older woman. She sets her large cock on the woman’s chest and Eunbi started morning again. You watched in horny agony as Eunbi’s breast massaged Hyewon’s cock. It drives you wild you can’t even touch yourself for relief but just watch and dripping Precum as your body fights its urges. You stare at the lewd scene as Hyewon whispers more lewd statements into your mind.

“Isn’t mommy gorgeous with my cock between her tits begging to unload all of her face and breasts?” You hear telepathically. As she touches her mind you can feel her “touch” next to the overlord’s lock. You feel her brush against it and you jolt violently as your psyche rends itself trying to calm down. Hyewon stops chasing her pleasure hearing what essentially sounds like a psychic wail out from you. She looks at you with eyes full of concern.

“Babe what’s wrong,” Hyewon asks as your mind fractures and reassembles itself, and then it happens your mental lock breaks. the separation between Overlord and you. Your mind is overwhelmed as emotions thoughts and impulses flood, mix, and overflow, as they try to reassemble you as a whole. When the head rush subsidies you look at your two girlfriends with a wicked grin. Hyewon looks into your mind and sees the dam has broken between your psyche. She looks at you worried.

“What's wrong dear I thought this is wanted.” You say as your voice creates a more rounded yet somehow deeply sinister tone. Eunbi is still out of it as you stand before Hyewon. Hyewon looks at you in terror but there’s something else there… arousal. You can smell it as she stares into your eyes. In the reflection of her eyes, you see your sclera has turned fully black with a red ring. You blink and breathe in.

You crack your back and tilt your head to the left, “So are we going to fuck or are you just going to continue to tease me?” You ask with a labored voice. Hyewon is transfixed and stupefied by your both menacing and calming aura. You walk over to her and lift her face to yours before pulling her in for a kiss.

You grab Hyewon’s cock and begin to stroke it. As you kiss her you grope her breasts with one hand and stroke her off with another. She mewls as the pleasure gets to her leaving her overwhelmed. Her body leans into yours and she tenses in your touch. She’s close you can feel it in her twitches. “Babe stop I’m about to ahh.” She says as messy strings of semen and squirt leave her body. You continue your stimulating her through her orgasm hoping to make a mess of her. Eunbi watches in blissful oblivion. She begins to finger herself watching the two of you. You smile as Hyewon can’t stop cumming as you continued to stroke her. When her body comes down however you continue to stimulate her.

Her big brown eyes look at you in fatigued acquiescence, knowing you won’t stop until she is trapped in another orgasm. Sadly her legs give out on her. You catch her and you steady her before engaging in another torrid kiss. Hyewon greedily accepts your advances. Her hips mindlessly thrust to you as you continue stroking her. You advance your tongue into her wanton mouth. She tastes sweet like cinnamon. When you break the kiss you continue to stroke her and fondle her breast indulging in her body to your heart’s desire. Hyewon pants as her body further falls into submission to you.

“Babe please fuck me.” She begs between labored pants.

“No… well at least not yet.” You say as you continue stroking her as she lies in your arms. You kiss her passionately as Eunbi watches. Eventually, both Hyewon and Eunbi can't take it. you watch with slight amusement as Eunbi and Hyewon cum again together. Her cum flies throughout the room as her body rages out in pleasure. Hyewon groans overstimulated and raw as more cum keeps pouring out of her.

You coldly set her down in the tub, to let her relax with an equally fatigued Eunbi, and you leave to cook dinner. Hyewon begs for you to say and cum in her pussy, but you tell her. "You are not in the space to be making demands when you can't even stand for yourself." Hyewon moans and whines for you to come back, and you throw her a bone. "If you can get to me before I start dinner I will fuck you to your heart's content," you said. You watch as Hyewon tries to get up but her legs wobble and she falls again.

You finish cooking dinner in record time. when Eunbi (who is only in her bra and panties) and Hyewon (who is fully naked. She doesn't have her cock anymore.) both make it out of the tub. they are both disheveled and yet still gorgeous. you chuckle.

"Finally stable," you ask.

"Yeah. No thanks to you." Hyewon says. Eunbi smiles as she looks over at what you cooked. you hand her a bowl of chicken fried rice along with Hyewon. they sit at the table and eat ravenously.

"How did you become such a good cook?" Eunbi asks proudly her tone belies her admiration.

"Well, lots of trial and error." You respond. Eunbi smiles and takes another spoonful.

Hyewon was eerily silent as she ate, but you could tell something was on her mind. you reached out and grabbed her hand to put her at ease with affection and a smile. it was weird because while you felt the whole gambit of emotions. you still felt this odd detachment, from everything. Hyewon looked at you concerned before you felt her psychic presence reach out

“Are you okay?” She asked telepathically. You look at her and shrug

Eunbi sees the looks you and Hyewon give each other. She sees the concern in Hyewon’s face. In your face, she sees the uncertainty and confusion so she decides to speak up and in a reassuring tone says, "You know I like your eyes like that."

Hyewon and you turn to her and she says, "Yeah it suits you the black and red are both Villainous and menacing, but the brown makes them soft, which I feel is true to you. Sure you can be scary sometimes, but others you're our mild-mannered house husband." She said with a toothy grin as she took another bite. before either of you could react Eunbi said "Oh I found out my Villain's name"

"What is it Hyewon and you ask?"

"Empress" Eunbi says demonstratively.

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bunnystalker · 2 months

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haunting you - a. wesker x reader

you're a stripper and he's a scientist who's never felt the touch of another.

a/n; first wesker piece i've written in a whiiiile so i'm sorry if this is a little clunky!!

content warnings; set in 1998 before the mansion incident, jill moonlights as a bartender, virgin!wesker, stripper!reader (no set stripper name), wesker is in his late thirties (38), reader is 21, loss of virginity, brief dry-humping, sex (p in v), dirty talk, technically bottom/sub wesker, top/dom reader, this might be ooc (im rusty), light petplay (you call him a puppy and he almost creams), whiny wesker, slight condescension from the reader, not proofread as always lol

terms of endearment; darling, sweetheart, dear, puppy (wesker)

wc; 2.460k

You stare at your reflection in the vanity mirror, one of many workers tonight who are less than strapped for cash not unlike yourself. Since you were legal, you’d made the choice, albeit degrading, to start stripping. That was three years ago. Now twenty-one, you’re less naive and smarter with your money, but still lacking financially. Not to mention, you’d been at this club for three years, why change that? No real job would take you if you told them what you’d been doing as a makeshift career anyway.

And so you stare. Your makeup is kept simple but alluring enough for most anyone to be drawn to you, but your outfit is the real showstopper. Strappy and black, you’re nearly naked, but you’re used to that by now. The usual pre-performance jitters have struck you once again, leaving you with cold feet and nerves that aren’t much warmer. Even in the back rooms, you can hear the bass-heavy music and high whistles of men vying for more of whomever’s attention. It’s enough to draw you from your shell and with a few deep breaths, you force yourself away from the vanity. The path to the stage is short, much to your chagrin, and the lights are hotter than hell when you step out to the shiny stage. While you get no cheering, you get your own special welcome of drunken customers whistling lowly and the occasional whoop.

You know from experience that, while intoxicated, watching someone work the pole is hypnotic at the least. Your audience can hardly take their eyes off of you, rolling your body against the chromatic steel pole. It’s still warm from the previous dancer. Your anthem for tonight is seductive and slow, as most dancers’ songs are, and your face is the peak of seduction even as the inebriated crowd douses you with cash of all varieties.

After the dance, you’re slick with the slightest sheen of sweat. Nobody ever said dancing was easy, even the exotic kind. You walk to the bar, swaying your hips with every step. Despite the money you’d earned from your on-stage performance, you’re hounding for more. You refuse to leave with less than your month’s rent tonight. So you saunter to the bar, your sultry gaze scanning the sea of people carefully.

“A drink?” Jill, the bartender asks as you lean against the bar. She’s always liked you, so she slips you a free drink now and then.

“Please,” you nod softly and she smiles, ready to make your usual as a platinum-blonde man approaches you. He offers you no smile, just a somewhat menacing stare. You’d be scared if there wasn’t something so virginal about him. Otherwise handsome, with pale skin and blue eyes behind slightly dorky prescription glasses. Not to mention, he’s dressed in a suit.

“Lovely show,” he says with a somewhat nasally voice. Like clockwork, you smile and sip the cocktail Jill slides over to you. His lips twitch slightly at the corners- a smile by his terms in return.

“Thank you, honey.”

“Of course, dear.” He takes a seat on the stool beside you, flagging Jill over for a cocktail of his own. He seems confident, though you’re not sure if it’s because he’s got money or because he’s talking to someone attractive. Your gaze remains steady on his face, although his trails much lower on you before flicking up to meet your eyes. Weird, you could’ve sworn they were blue just a moment ago…

“Do tell, darling,” he ghosts a pale, elegant hand over your shoulder, “how much would a few hours of privacy with you cost me?”

Just looking at him, he seems like he has money. He reeks of crisp bills that can hardly fit in his overflowing wallet. Part of you wonders just how much you can get out of him. Your performance left you with roughly $360- not quite enough. Should you play your cards right, he could be your last customer for the night.

“Three hundred per hour.” You say with that same smile. He doesn’t flinch at the number like most men might. Then again, you get the feeling that he’s not like most men. He seems respectful, too- maybe you were wrong and he’s a regular, or maybe he doesn’t want to get kicked out. He nods and you finish your drink quickly. He does the same.

“Shall we?” He gestures to the back of the club where there’s less light and doors that lead to private rooms. If he were allowed to touch you, he’d offer you his arm.

You can always tell the experience level of men when they’re alone with you, away from friends whom they might try to fool with a hyper-masculine persona. This man- whose name you still don’t know- is similar to that. He grows a bit more fidgety, maybe out of impatience, and when he sits down on the plush velvet booth surrounding the stage, he struggles to stay still. He clears his throat quietly and looks away from you as you straddle him.

“So tell me,” you purr, cupping his jaw and guiding him to look at you in all your seductive glory. The way your hair is styled compliments your makeup, the curve of your pliant flesh between the straps of your skimpy bikini bottom that’s adorned with black gems, and your top decorated with those same gems. His cheeks heat up at the smooth sound of your voice, red tinging his alabaster cheeks. Nervous eyes trail up your body to meet your own, your heavy gaze inflicting arousal upon him. The heavy feeling pools in his gut, his cock twitching to life in his boxers.

“What’re you looking for? A lap dance? Something a little more?” It’s a little late to be asking that but you get the feeling he doesn’t mind. Even though you’re just hovering, you can feel a hint of the bulge in his pants.

He swallows thickly.

“What would a little more get me?” He asks quietly, his hands unsteadily hovering around your waist. Seeing such soft skin begging to be touched makes his mouth water. Little do you know- you might, given how anxious he seems to be- he’s had very few chances to touch someone as gorgeous as you. He’d taken none of those chances and to this day, remains a virgin. He’s not used to being so close to someone like you.

“Sex, sweetheart.” You rub his cheek with your thumb, resisting the urge to tease him into oblivion. Technically, soliciting sex is against club rules, but what your boss doesn’t know won’t hurt her. “Would that cost extra?” “Yeah, it would. You buying?”

“H-How much?”

“An extra three hundred.”

He rushes to grab his wallet from his pocket and dig out the three hundred. You smile as you take it from his trembling hand and tuck it into the waistband of your panties.

“Thank you…”

“Albert.”

“Thank you, Albert,” you settle your full weight onto his lap, really feeling the extent of his boner under your clothed cunt. He groans quietly, biting his bottom lip as he stares wantonly at you. A soft giggle escapes your throat, “just a few rules though.”

He gulps and nods, trying his hardest to pay attention in favor of rutting against your warm, inviting cunt like a dog in heat. You let go of his face.

“One; you cannot leave bruises- no hickeys, scratches, bitemarks, etcetera. Two; no kissing, I need my makeup to be perfect. Three; I’m in control and if you have a problem, speak now or forever hold your peace.” You give him a moment to voice any protests, but he’s quiet as a mouse.

“Fourth and finally, if you cum inside of me, you’re paying me an extra hundred per load. Do you consent to all these rules?”

“I do.”

“Good man,” you feel his cock throb at the praise. Albert sucks in a sharp breath as you slowly roll your hips, a shaky exhale following when you guide his hands to your waist. His hesitance feeds your confidence like fuel to a fire. He tips his head back, each movement against his clothed cock forcing a pathetic whine from the back of his throat. He bites his bottom lip hard and true to a virgin’s ways, his climax is approaching quickly. Sure, he’s masturbated before, but this is much different. You’re so pretty and wet, your dripping arousal soaking through the gusset of your panties. Watching him slowly come undone, the menacing facade melting into the mess he’s trying so hard not to be is satisfying. You’re relatively unphased, even as his cock bumps your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. He’s getting too close to cumming.

“I-I’m going to- Wait, please,” he grips your hips tight, making you still, “I need to be inside of you.” You nod softly and scoot back a little, allowing him to unzip his fly and shove his pre-cum stained boxers down so his cock stands free. Pale fading to pink at the tip, weeping with sticky, salty fluid- he’s long, about three fingers thick, and clean-shaven. He looks down at your hand as you grab his length, cooing quietly at him with faux sympathy and stroking him once, twice.

“Please,” his hands ball into fists with the effort of his restraint. Needy, half-lidded blues meet yours again, “please fuck me.”

“Sure, sweetheart.” You chuckle softly and push your panties to the side, careful of the cash hooked on your waistband, and shuffle closer. He nearly cums the moment you lower yourself onto his achy length, his mouth dropping open. You wince slightly at the stretch- it’s on you for forgoing prep, but how can you deny him when he’s so pliant in your hands? His hands shoot our to grab your waist firmly, struggling to maintain what little composure he has left. Panting, his cheeks are bright red, and he can’t stop looking at you.

He allows you a moment to adjust- though it’s mostly for himself to will himself to avoid cumming on the spot. You’re wet and warm, gummy walls surrounding his length perfectly. It’s even better when you start moving, rolling your hips smoothly. Hands on his shoulders, you keep yourself steady as you ride him. Soft moans fall from your lips, his cock brushing against your spongy g-spot deep within your velvetine walls. He’s all but whimpering, his perfectly aligned teeth digging hard into his pale pink lower lip so hard he might bleed.

He does once you lean forward and move faster, your face just inches from his. If you hadn’t set the rule of no kissing, he’d be pressing his lips to yours to hide his pathetic noises.

“You know,” you murmur, locking his eyes to yours again, “you look kind of like a puppy.” His cock kicks inside of you at that, a stray moan slipping from his lips. He shouldn’t like that, really. He’s a scientist- a virologist to be more specific-, a professional, uptight man, and yet he’s acting so subserviently. It would be bothersome if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you and nearing his climax quickly.

Panting, he struggles to restrain himself. He can’t help himself as he leans forward and wraps you in his (oddly) strong arms, burying his face into your neck to stave off his orgasm for just a little longer. The obscene squelch of your slick makes his head spin, each roll of your hips making him grunt or groan louder and louder until-

“C-Cumming- cumming-” he rasps, his pulsing length spilling hot, sticky seed deep within your gummy walls. The moan he lets out is downright shameful, his grip on you tightening exponentially.

You gasp quietly at how much he cums and how deep it is, nearly reaching your cervix. You pause for his sake, allowing him to relax against your soft body as he recovers from his high. In attempt to soothe him a little more, you rub his upper back. He grumbles and pushes himself against the back of the booth, huffing. His once-perfect hair has become a bit mussed, likely loosened due to the light sheen of sweat. He can’t seem to look at you as he slips another hundred into the waistband of your panties alongside the three other bills.

“Do you want to-” He gestures to you, still straddling him with his soft dick inside of you. Like a nice man, he wants you to finish, but you know you shouldn’t. It would likely increase the chances of you getting pregnant and you simply can’t have that, birth control implant be damned.

“No, it’s fine.” You shake your head softly and get off of him, fixing your underwear as you turn away to give him privacy. He tucks himself in his boxers and zips his pants up before fishing for his now-thinner wallet, though it’s not completely empty yet. If you didn’t know better (and you don’t, he’s a stranger after all,) you’d think he gets off on this kind of thing- his wallet being drained.

Albert hands you three more hundreds and mumbles a quiet “thank you” for your services. It hasn’t even been an hour, but it’s not like he cares. Who wouldn’t want to give their money to someone as pretty as you?

He’s satisfied by the looks of things, his face less red now that he’s calmer and more composed. You take the money happily, watching him walk to the door with a smile on your lips.

“What’s your name, dear?” He looks at you over his shoulder.

“Come back soon and maybe I’ll tell you.”

Albert leaves with that, his dignity shattered and his pride dismantled.

Weeks later and you’re at home sitting on your couch, watching the news late at night after one of your shifts. You’re barely paying attention, looking through missed calls on your motorola cd930 when you hear a familiar name come up on the missing persons list. The news anchor is reading off a list of names from the most recent tragedy- a mansion exploding in Arklay County, where supposedly some members of the local S.T.A.R.S team got trapped and barely made it out alive (so you’ve heard.)

“Albert Wesker, Joseph Frost, Richard Aiken, Edward Dewey…” The tired man drones on, listing off the rest of the names as pictures start to pop up. Only one face sticks out to you.

“No way,” you sit up straight and lean closer to your television, your eyes focused on Albert’s picture. Save for the sunglasses, that’s him. You’re shocked and honestly a little disheartened.

In your dreams, you see him again.

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elliesslvt · 1 year

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ellie williams x fem! drunk reader (modern au)

ʚĭɞೃ author's note: i like the idea of ellie taking care of her drunk significant other, so i added a twist to it! cherry by chromatics really sets the vibes of this fic so i think you should listen to while reading :P

ʚĭɞೃ description/warning: 1.5k words; black fem! reader (but anyone can read), pet names (babe,baby, princess (like once)), modern au, pure fluff, brat-ish reader, abby is your ex, reader got cheated on, two idiots in love, heavy drinking, best friends in love.

if you'd known your ex-girlfriend who cheated on you would’ve been at the bar you usually go to get drinks at tonight, you wouldn’t have stepped out of the house. it didn’t help that she was with the girl she cheated on you with.

you nursed your margarita through your straw and wished the earth would swallow you whole. you tried your best to ignore them, as you were losing count on how many drinks you’d ordered.

you wore a tight black dress with a pair of heels that were now aching your feet. once you decided you had enough of watching them suck each other's faces, you stumbled your way to the bathroom. as you were looking in the mirror, abby entered without the girl she had just been making out with.

“w-what’re you doing here, abby?” you hiccuped.

“i came to enjoy a drink with my girlfriend, is that so wrong y/n?”

“oh yeah, with the girl you cheated on me with, how could i forget?”

“c'mon, don’t be like that, y/n.”

“are you serious? you know what, fuck you, abby!” you exited the bathroom hastily to make your way back to the bar. you knew it wasn’t smart, but you ordered a few more drinks anyway. you hated how abby had no remorse for cheating on you. you were in love with her at one point, and she threw everything away like those three years were nothing to her.

pulling your phone from your purse, you drunkenly called the one person you knew deep down would be able to comfort you: your best friend, whom you have loved for years but were too afraid to admit for the sake of the friendship.

“hey y/n, it’s 2 a.m. this better be an emergency.” despite being drunk, you knew she just woke up from how groggy her voice was.

“i hate h-her. i ha-ate her. i don’t even know why i dated her el. i should’ve listened to you, el.” you sobbed into your phone.

you looked pathetic crying at the bar alone. your makeup, which you took hours to apply before coming, was ruined.

“listen to me, y/n, abby doesn’t fucking deserve your tears okay, you’re beautiful inside and out, and she’s going to regret it in the future, trust me.”

“o-okay.” you hiccuped, nodding your head as if she could see you.

“where are you anyway? it’s pretty loud over there.”

“i-i’m at a bar el.”

“fuck y/n, i’m coming to get you, babe. don’t you dare move; stay put, okay?”

ellie was so grateful hat you two shared locations or she would’ve had to search every bar in the area until she found you.

“mhm.”

after ellie hung up, your favorite song began blasting on the dance floor, which caused you to instinctively get up and head towards the dance floor despite crying a few minutes ago.

while abby and her girlfriend were now sitting at the bar, abby admired the way your body swayed wildly while her new girlfriend stared in disgust.

“how could you ever have dated someone like her?”

“i don’t know, it just happened,” abby said, watching the way your hips swayed on the dance floor.

as the loud music continued to blast through the speakers, you continued to sway your hips and swing your arms in the air. a man came behind you while you were dancing, but you were too drunk to care.

as the dj began playing more slow songs, you felt someone harshly shove the man that was behind you away from you. “what the fuck bitch!” you heard the man scream at the person.

“what’d you say to me?” you looked over your shoulder to see ellie walking up to the man.

“you heard me,” ellie sneered.

“e-ellie, you’re h-here!” you spoke, stepping between her and the man.

the man took this as his chance to find another girl to dance with before things escalated between him and the girl that shoved him.

ellie admired the way the black dress your wore clung to the shape of your body. though your makeup had been ruined by your tears ellie still thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

your beauty caused her to forget about the man behind you immediately when she laid eyes on you.

“hey babe, let’s get you home. you reek of alcohol.” she tugged at your wrist softly as she guided you towards the parking lot.

as ellie dragged you out of the bar to her parking spot, you realized how uncomfortable the heels you chose to wear actually were.

“my feet h-hurt,” you whined.

“why do you always wear these crazy foot contraptions?”

“because they’re cute el, d-duh.”

ellie shook her head at your remark. she found a bench in the parking lot and sat you down. she kneeled in front of you to take the heels off your feet, then turned around and ushered you to hop on her back.

“you owe me for this lifetime and the next, i swear.” you hopped onto her back and wrapped your legs around her waist. “you’re the best, e-ellie.” you rested your head on her shoulder as she carried you to her car.

once ellie made it to her car, she opened the passenger seat door and placed you gently inside the car. she made sure to buckle you up before she closed the door.

“i don’t want to go home,” you said, barely above a whisper.

you knew if you went home, you’d cry yourself to sleep and feel ten times worse in the morning.

“where do you want to go, babe, it’s 3am?”

“can I sleep at your place tonight, please?”

“alright.”

as ellie made her way back to her apartment, she could hear your faint snores from the passenger seat. she chuckled to herself as your mouth was agape and your head leaned towards the window. “so cute,” she whispered to herself.

once ellie’s car was parked she carried you towards her apartment door as you dozed off in her arms. after locking her door she placed you softly on her couch then went to find you a clean pair of her boxers and t-shirt to sleep in.

“babe, wake up; you've got to change and take your makeup off,” she said softly, tapping your shoulder.

“leave me alone,” you groaned.

“damnit y/n get up!”

at the sound of her stern voice, you got up immediately. “fucking fine ellie.” you said, snatching the clothes from her.

you didn’t mean to have an attitude, but you were drained. you wanted nothing more than for your head to hit a pillow. once you changed, you made your way to ellie’s bedroom, where ellie was lying with her torso flat on the bed and her legs thrown over the edge. “nope, nope, we gotta’ brush your teeth and take your makeup off. you’d kill me in the morning if i let you fall asleep in it.”

you fought back the urge to cry as ellie guided you to her bath;oom, all you wanted to do was sleep. you sat on the counter as ellie used a spare brush to brush your teeth. staring up at her, you wished that you’d dated her instead of abby. when you started dating abby, it took ellie a while to get used to seeing her best friend, whom she had always had a crush on, dating someone else. you two were too stubborn to admit that you guys loved each other more than friends loved each other.

“spit princess,” after her demand you spit out the excess toothpaste in the sink.

“okay, next makeup. i don’t have all the fancy shit you use, but i have coconut oil, a cleanser, and a moisturizer.”

“w-whatever hurry, ellie i’m sleepy.”

“you’re such a brat.”

“and you’re mean.” you were sticking your tongue out childishly.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“don’t roll your fucking eyes at me, y/n.” you immediately regretted your rolling eyes at ellie because you knew how much it pissed her off.

“m’sorry.”

“it’s okay, just sit still so we can get this over with and go to bed.”

a couple of minutes later, ellie finished cleansing your face.

ellie then grabbed your bonnet from her drawer that you’d use every time you’d stayed over and placed it on your head.

“can i finally go to sleep now?”

“yes, you big baby, come on.”

once you got in bed, you rubbed your legs across ellie’s soft sheets. you scooted closer to ellie. you couldn’t resist the urge to cuddle her until you fell asleep. and of course she welcomed you with open arms.

“you okay?”

she asked, alluding to you crying to her on the phone earlier. “yeah, i just hate that i didn’t listen to you when you told me she wasn’t the one for me.”

ellie’s face began to redden because of how close in proximity you guys were, even though she’d been in this position with you numerous times. she didn’t know how much longer she could hide her love for you. with each day that she spent with you, she could feel herself falling harder for you, and she was scared.

“el are you okay?”

“yeah, sorry, i’m fine, let’s go to bed.”

“okay, goodnight i l-love you.” you said drunkenly, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

to ellie this “i love you.” sounded different than all the ones you told her before. she stared at you with wide eyes before she decided to brush it off and go to sleep.

“goodnight babe, i love you more.”

#ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams x reader #eille williams #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction

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