Ellie Willam’s
Meh meh meh
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Ellie suddenly grabs you from your hips like something bad abruptly came to her mind, digging her fingers down into your flesh.
What is it, Ellie?You try to reach her cheek with a hand to give her some comfort, to just feel her. She’s been very silent from the moment she returned back from that mission, she didn’t want to share with you what happened, like she usually does. Instead, she leans in and buries her face in the crook of your neck, kissing it promptly. Her breath is hot and shaky against your skin.
Shut up,she whispers. You nod. You’re used to this—being dragged, pushed, pulled, tossed around. If she needed to take it out on you, you’d let her. You loved it, feeling her control. She’s taller than you, stronger too. Her hands are rough—scarred, calloused. It always feels like she could tear you apart if she wanted to, and sometimes, it feels like she’s trying to. Your back finds the wall or the back of the couch, her hold caging you there—In one swift motion, you’re over hiked over her shoulder like a wounded soldier. Your back hits the mattress with a few bounces because you’ve been tossed. The small gasp you let out. Your body squirms, involuntarily. She was being rougher than usual. You felt her grip you by your ankle and drag you back down the bed.
I just need you so bad right now,she says, voice low and raw.