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[accioboobs]

Some nsfw ellie head-cannons because i can’t sleep

She has the biggest praise kink. Even if she’s more dominant she still likes to be told she’s fucking you good enough, “you did so good, baby,” and she’d melt then and there.

She actually prefers missionary, or any position where she can see your expressions. She’s obsessed with your face and getting to see it while she pleases you is one of her favorite things.

She adores it when you dig your nails into her. Anywhere — her back while she’s fucking into you slowly with her strap, her arms or shoulders when you ride her, her scalp while she sucks on your clit or her thighs when she’s staring down at you while she uses your mouth.

She’s obsessed with marking you. She loves leaving marks that only she can see, on your thighs, your upper back, your boobs, but sometimes she’ll mark you somewhere for everyone to see and even though you scowl her for it, she knows you secretly like it.

She goes absolutely insane if you suck her strap for her. Wether its on your knees, looking up at her with those big eyes, or on the bed as you pin her hips down, it turns her on so incredibly much its as if she can almost feel if.

She loves, loves, loves, the way you moan her name when she’s making you feel good. Pet names are cute but when it’s her own name, something about that does something to her that she can’t describe, and she only fucks you harder to hear you say it over and over.

[accioboobs]

NSFW — morning sex, soft, dom!ellie sub!reader (ellie x fem!reader)

The sun slips through the crevices of the blinds, spilling into the room in delicate rays of golden. The harmony of birdsong gently fills the room as it slips past the slightly open window. It’s warm enough to let the soft summer breeze coax you from a delicate slumber, and your eyes flutter open at the sounds and smells of early August.

The fresh sheets are crumpled, one of your legs is wrapped in the white fabric while the other lays on top of it. A tender hand caresses the skin of your bare thigh and you squint through tired eyes, sensitive to the morning light.

Your girlfriend peers down at you, propped up by her elbow, head resting in hand. Her thick strands of auburn are perfectly messy, eyes drowsy and lips pouty from sleep and your kisses the night before. The honey beams stretch across her face, accentuating each and every freckle that illustrates her skin. You smile up at her, capturing her addicting scent as you breathe in.

“Morning.” You mumble through a tired voice.

“G’morning.” Ellie says back, “how'd you sleep?”

“Good,” you sigh happily, “and you?”

“Best sleep in a while.” She grins slowly, closing her eyes to bask in the warm air.

She reaches out for you, gathering you in her arms and burying her face in the crook of your neck. She leaves gentle kisses down the skin, pressing her nose into you and inhaling deeply.

“You smell so good.” She mutters against you, “so sweet.”

Her hands slide down your bare sides, already stripped of clothing from the night before. Her nails lightly graze at your waist, then slip a lot lower, cupping at your ass and giving it a soft squeeze.

“Hurts?” She asks through a smile.

You roll your eyes playfully, “a bit.”

“M’sorry.” Ellie grins into your neck, “I’ll take care of you today, promise.”

She’s always so sweet after a rough night, a side she reserves only for you. It shocked you at first to see her this way when she’s usually so rigid, but her heart melts for you and she’s not worried about being so vulnerable.

Your fingers lace through her hair, brushing out the tangles carefully as her lips journey across your collarbones, carefully kissing the purple marks she left to tattoo your skin. You instinctively wrap your legs around her body as she rolls over on top of you, weaving your hands together and pinning them into the pillows.

“Just relax, m’kay?” She whispers, her warm tongue dragging down your chest and taking a nipple into her mouth.

She sucks and bites it, but not roughly. She takes her time to worship your body, offering you quiet noises of approval to tell you how much she loves it. She caresses your boob with her hand, the other holding both wrists above your head now, and you whimper softly at the feeling of her tongue gently flicking over your hardened nipple.

“That feels good.” You sigh quietly and her eyes move up to admire your pretty face.

She moves her mouth away from you with a soft pop, letting go of your wrists to glide her hands down your navel. Her slender fingers reach between your thighs and she groans softly as they rest against your slick folds.

“This wet already?” Her green eyes glaze over as she stares up at you, pressing her fingertips carefully against your clit.

She scoots down, her body disappearing under the sheets so her head is the only thing visible. She gently spreads your legs, sliding her hands up your thighs and then pulling them down so they drape over her shoulders. She plants messy kisses across your lower abdomen, hot tongue swirling across the flesh and making your breath hitch.

“I love this body so fucking much.” She says in a strained voice, she sounds so desperate for you it makes you even wetter, “you have no idea how lucky I am to get to do this.”

Her lips move to your inner thighs, nose pressing into their softness as she inches closer and closer to the place she craves the most. The smell of your arousal and your soft whines are enough to drive her wild and she can’t take it anymore, burying her face between your legs.

“Mmmh,” she moans, causing vibrations to ripple through you, “s’good baby.”

Her licks are slow and drawn out as she cherishes the taste of your pussy, sucking gently on your clit before repeating a long, steady lick from your entrance and back to your clit again. She stares up at you, green eyes hazy and full of desire and it’s quite possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

You sweep dark strands away from her forehead, sliding a hand across her scalp and burying your fingers in her hair, gently tugging as she slowly starts to tongue fuck you. The sound of her heavy breathing and the lapping at your wetness travel upwards to harmonize with your soft moans. Your head falls back against the pillows and your thighs squeeze around her head as you feel that coil in your stomach begin to unwind.

She spreads your legs even more, pulling her mouth away for a moment and sliding her middle finger between your folds. She slowly pushes it into your entrance but you hiss in pain and she quickly stops her movements, looking up at you with worry.

“You okay?”

“It just hurts,” your cheeks flush pink, “you know, after last night.”

Ellie frowns but you’re quick to ease her concern as you cup her cheek.

“Just keep using your mouth, that’s all I need.”

She pauses for a moment and then pushes herself up, flipping over so she’s laying on her back. You look across at her in confusion and a smile tugs at her lips.

“Sit on my face.” She says almost desperately.

You hesitate for a moment, chewing at your bottom lip and she reaches out for you.

“C’monnnn.” She coaxes, a lazy smirk on her face.

You crawl over and shyly sit on her hips and then slowly move so you’re hovering above her face. She reaches up, wrapping strong arms around your thighs.

“Mm-mm, don't hover,” she commands, fighting against your strength as you’re reluctant to put your full weight on her, “I want you to suffocate me, baby.”

With a yank you lose your balance and gasp as her face is smothered in your pussy. You feel her nose press against your clit and her tongue licks and sucks at your entrance, and you hear the sound of it sliding in and out of you. She moans loudly against you, sending waves of vibration to course through you. You tip your head back, whining her name as she eats you out as if she's starving.

You look down at her, face sandwiched between your thighs and dark eyes staring up at you. She’s so pussy drunk as you grind your hips against her open mouth, her tongue swirling around your clit and then sucking it over and over again until your thighs start to shake.

You grab onto her head for support, feeling yourself come undone as she forces you to rock against her face with her arms. You’re almost there, and with a last suck to your clit and a deep groan that ripples through you, you are sent over the edge.

You cry out, pushing yourself off of her before you completely crush her and you both lay beside each other, gasping for breath. She licks her lips, your come dripping down her chin and she leans over to kiss you, moaning as your taste meets both of your tongues.

“Good job, baby.” She mutters, kissing your cheek softly, “that feel good, huh?”

You can only nod, droplets of perspiration decorating your forehead and chest heaving as you recover from your orgasm. She chuckles lowly and sits up, stretching her arms above her head.

“Coffee?”

[accioboobs]

(ELLIE WILLIAMS x FEM!READER!!)

NSFW — Ellie comes home angry from work and decides to take her anger out on you ≽^•⩊•^≼

You hear the door slam shut with enough force to shake the walls a little. It probably would've woken you up too if you weren't already, and you sit up from the couch as your girlfriend storms into the living room. She doesn’t greet you as usual, she doesn’t even look at you, slamming her things down and kicking off her shoes.

You look across the room at the ticking clock, midnight approaching and you realize she is almost an hour late. You clear your throat to get her attention — nothing, so you stand up and wander over.

“Ellie?” You say tentatively, placing your palms flat against her back as she hunches over the windowsill, staring out into the rainy night.

She stiffens at your touch, something unfamiliar. Your hands are what calm her down in most cases, a soft sweep of fingertips down her skin and she’d melt back against you. Not tonight and you frown at her sudden cold behavior.

“Did something happen at work?” You ask quietly, sliding your hands down her sides and around her waist, pressing your nose into the back of her shoulder.

She doesn't say anything, instead she grabs your hands and for a split second you think she’s finally giving into your touch, only for her to free herself from your embrace. Ellie walks away from you, disappearing down the hall to where your bedroom is.

You hesitate, wondering if you should follow or just let her be. You know when Ellie gets mad or upset about something it’s almost impossible to crack through that stubbornness that takes over. Then again, you are also persistent enough to piss her off until she lets it all out in one way or another. So you scamper down the hall and into the bedroom, closing the door behind you cautiously.

You hear the tap running from the en-suite bathroom, so you sit on the edge of the bed and wait for her to come out. The door opens soon after, and you can’t help but be dazed by her attractiveness. Her thick auburn hair is slightly messy as it reaches her collarbones, and her loose white tee falls to her upper thighs, showing off the ends of her plaid boxers. You inhale sharply, grabbing Ellie’s attention as she looks across the room.

“Hey.” She says flatly, running a hand down her face that wears a tired expression.

“Hi.” You say back, “you okay?”

“Yes.” She almost tuts, as if your presence is bothering her and she takes a seat at the opposite side of the bed reaching down to take her slippers off.

“Right.” You hum, “you definitely seem okay.”

You get up and walk across the carpet so you're standing right in front of her. Ellie looks up at you with stormy eyes of green, her dark brows furrowed together. You reach out to cup her jaw, sliding your finger along the tense muscle, then dragging it over her bottom lip.

“Whatever it is that happened,” you say just above a whisper, “you could always take it out on me.”

Ellie’s eyes widen slightly and she shakes her head, “no, i’m not gonna do that, i'm not gonna be an ass when you don’t deserve it—”

“You’re kinda already being an ass.” You scoff, “but I'm suggesting another way for you to let out this — well whatever this is.”

It seems as if a lightbulb goes off in her head as she realizes exactly what you mean, and all that tension she holds suddenly morphs into something different, something that makes your stomach flutter. Her teeth graze your thumb that still plays with her bottom lip, and she takes it into her mouth, sucking momentarily.

“What if I get too rough with you?” Ellie mutters, grabbing your hands and standing up, “you know how I get.”

“Mhm,” you nod, “I'm okay with that.”

“You sure?” Ellie narrows her eyes, searching for an indication of doubt, “you know I’m not gonna stop, once I get going.”

You shrug, wrapping your arms around her neck and leaning up to whisper against her ear, “I want you to fuck me until all that anger is gone.”

She lets out a soft groan as your lips kiss the skin along her jaw, but before you can kiss any further Ellie plants her hands on your shoulders, pushing you down so you’re kneeling against the carpet.

“You wanna be good for me?” Her tone of voice has changed, as she leers over you with that superior sort of look in her eyes.

You nod slowly, and she sighs deeply, as if contemplating what she’s going to do with you.

“You’re gonna make me come first before I even touch you.”

You stare up at her with those wide eyes that drive her wild, nodding desperately as you fumble with the waistband of her boxers. You slide them down her smooth, toned legs, wincing as her hand grabs onto your hair and pushes your face between her thighs. Your tongue glides up and down slowly and you moan at the taste that fills your mouth.

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” Ellie inhales sharply, twisting your hair into a ponytail and keeping a firm grip as she controls your movements.

You suck on her clit at a steady pace, and she tilts her head back, mouth slightly open as she praises your good work.

“Mm, you like when I fuck your mouth?” She teases, grabbing onto both sides of your head and grinding down against your parted lips, your tongue slipping inside of her, “such a fucking whore, arent you?”

You look up at her and nod, moaning against her and watching her writhe from above as she gets closer and closer to coming. Your tongue laps at her clit again, sucking and licking, faster and faster until she’s pleading with you to make her come.

It’s such a pleasure, seeing how easy it is for her to go from commanding you, to begging for mercy. You feel a sense of pride wash through you as Ellie cries out your name, thighs squeezing around your face as she lets her orgasm ripple through her. You keep eating her out until she pushes you away, your mouth and chin dripping with her come.

“Oh, fuck,” Ellie pants, sitting back on the bed and looking down at you, “god, you’re so good for me aren’t you?”

She reaches out and cups your cheek, staring at you with hazy eyes as she thinks of all the things she's going to do to you. She motions for you to crawl into her lap and she pulls your head back by your hair, kissing and biting at your neck and you whine at her touch. Ellie loves marking you, especially when she’s angry. A sort of possessiveness takes over as she leaves deep red bruises all over your skin.

Her hands slide down your body, fingers dancing across the hem of your shirt. She keeps her lips and teeth on your neck, her warm breath fanning at the skin as her breathing becomes ragged.

“Up.” She instructs, pulling off your shirt.

She takes it in her hands and with a grunt, rips the fabric down the middle. You gasp, feeling yourself frown. You like that shirt a lot and Ellie smirks at your pissed expression as if it’s what she wants.

“I'll buy you another, baby.” She smiles with a sort of arrogance, but it’s hard to be mad at her when you are so turned on.

She reaches around to unhook your bra next, her eyes lighting up now that you're completely naked from the waist up. She usually takes her time with your boobs, but tonight she has other plans, starting with your ripped shirt that she holds in her hand. She takes a piece of the fabric and uses it as a blindfold, tying it tightly to cover your eyes.

“Ellie—” you whimper.

She quickly shushes you, “you trust me, right?”

You nod without a doubt.

“Use your words.” She insists.

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Good.” She moves so that now she’s on top of you, pushing your legs apart with her knee and sliding down your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

The sound of your heavy breathing and the light rain against the window is the only thing heard in the dimly lit room, and then the sound of her lips kissing down your body take over, much louder than anything else.

Her kisses aren't slow and gentle, they’re rough and hungry as they press into your skin, across your hip bones, teeth dragging down your thighs.

“So wet, mmh.” She mumbles against the fabric of your underwear before pulling them to the side and burying her face between your legs.

You inhale sharply at the sudden feeling of her tongue on your clit as she lapped quickly, not even easing you into it. She pushes your legs apart, as far as they can go, shaking her head from side to side as she assaults you with her tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You whine, grinding yourself against her mouth as she quickens her pace even more.

Your fingers snake their way into her dark auburn strands, tugging and holding her head in place as you feel yourself get dangerously close. You can’t believe she’s letting you orgasm this soon, usually she likes to drag it out for hoursssss on end until you’re practically begging.

“Gonna come?” Her voice is muffled against you as her tongue slips inside, swirling and lapping at your wetness.

“Yes!” You cry out, thighs starting to shake as that feeling starts to build up in your lower stomach, “keep going baby, oh!”

Just as you’re about to let go you feel her pull away from your throbbing pussy and you let out a frustrated huff, one that makes her laugh in a sort of mocking way.

You hear her crawl over your body, lips kissing the side of your head before leaning down to whisper against your ear, “aw, did you wanna come?”

She can't see your eyes but they narrow in anger and your cheeks flush crimson.

“God, you’re so mean.”

“I'm so mean?” She repeats smugly, “well, if I’m so mean, maybe I shouldn’t fuck you like you wanted.”

“No, please,” you utter so desperately it makes her groan, “I’ll do anything, please just fuck me.”

“Yeah, beg for it you fucking whore.” She says in a strained sort of voice, “you know I love when you beg for it.”

“Mmh, please, please, Ellie, fuck me however you want.” You whine, not caring how pathetic it sounds.

She grabs you by the jaw, leaning down to kiss you swiftly before flipping you over so you’re face down into the bed. She slides your soaked underwear down your legs, her fingers teasing your clit for a few seconds before she pushes herself up from the sheets.

“Don’t move.” She warns quietly and you hear her pad across the room and into the bedside drawer.

The sounds of fumbling and buckles excite your ears and she’s behind you again, pulling your body up so that you’re on all fours. Her palm slides across your ass, gentle and soft before you feel a sting against the skin.

“Ellie!” You yelp in shock, your ass throbbing from the sudden blow she left against it.

“You look so pretty like this.” She hums, her hand rubbing soothing circles over the red mark she left, “such a pretty little slut for me.”

You feel the tip of her strap press against you and you shudder as she slowly teases your entrance. You attempt to move back onto it, only to be punished by another spank to your ass and you cry out, arms giving out so your elbows hold you up.

“Don’t be a brat,” Ellie tuts, squeezing at the tingling skin, “remember, brats don’t get to come.”

“M’sorry.” You whimper.

She slowly pushes the tip into your already sensitive pussy, and then without another word, she rams the whole length into you with ease, given how wet you are.

“Mmmmh, fuck.”

“You want it hard don’t you?” Ellie groans, “God, I can tell how desperate you are for me to fuck you.”

She starts at a steady pace, her hands holding onto your hips, nails digging into the flesh as she pounds into you from behind.

Your moans echo throughout the room, and feeling embarrassed of how loud you’re being, you bury your face into the pillows.

“No.” Ellie says with disapproval, “I wanna hear you.”

She reaches forward and grabs onto your hair, pulling your head up as she continues to fuck into you, her strokes becoming faster and deeper. You swear she thinks that strap is part of her, the way she groans as if she can feel your tight walls squeezing around her. She leans forward, sucking on the skin of your back and no doubt leaving more marks.

“You wanna watch me fuck you?” She taunts against your ear as you almost collapse against the mattress, “you wanna see what that pretty face looks like when I make you come?”

You can barely string a sentence together, your moans taking over but she understands all the same. You can breathe for a second as she stops her thrusting, turning you to face the other way and removing the blindfold from your eyes. She climbs onto the bed behind you so you’re both facing the mirror that hangs on the wall beside your bed, and she pushes you down so your back is arched, giving her all she needs to slide into you again.

“Watch me while I fuck you, baby.” She bites at her bottom lip as you turn your head to the side to stare into the mirror.

She grabs both of your hands and pins them behind your back, while her other hand keeps your head pushed down against the sheets, making sure you don’t look away for even a second. She begins hammering into you like never before, the sound of her hips slapping against your ass and both of your moans echoing throughout the bedroom.

You can feel your orgasm approaching once again, your lower stomach throbbing from the impact of her deep inside of you, sliding in and out so aggressively it almost hurts. You squeeze your eyes shut as that feeling of bliss almost takes over, and Ellie lets go of your hair to slap you ass again.

You wince in pain, eyes filling with tears as your already sensitive skin stings even more than before. Your eyes meet in the mirror and hers are glazed over with a type of lust you’d never seen before.

“Did I say you could close your eyes?” She says with a certain anger, “I told you to watch me fuck you.”

You don’t care to apologize, seeing as you are so close to coming and nothing else will matter. Ellie seems to read your thoughts and suddenly stops her thrusting, pulling out of you completely and laying back against the bed, arms behind her head.

You look back in shock, chest heaving and mouth agape as she offers you a smug smile. You want to scream as you can’t stand another moment of this torture she seems to enjoy putting you through.

“What are you doing?” You huff, your throat raw from your moaning, “you said you weren't going to stop, remember?”

Ellie exhales deeply, “well, I’m pretty tired, and you’re being such a brat I don’t think you deserve me to do all the work.”

“Ellie,” you almost sob as you struggle to crawl towards her, “please, I’ll be good I promise, I’ll do whatever you say just please—”

You reach out to cup her jaw but she grabs both your wrists and pins them to your sides. She stares up at you, the moonlight slipping through the blinds and painting her face in a silver light.

“You wanna come?” She says, as if it’s news to her and you almost roll your eyes.

“Yes.” You nod desperately.

“Ride me.” She bucks her hips up and her strap presses against your inner thigh, “you wanna come so bad? Do it yourself.”

Your legs are trembling, and you barely have enough strength to hold yourself up, let alone take her strap on your own, but you don’t argue, knowing she isn’t going to give it to you any other way. So you position yourself in her lap, and lower yourself down until she’s completely buried inside of you.

She leans back, arms behind her head again as you struggle to move up and down. She watches as you whine in desperation with sleepy green eyes that hold no remorse. You plant your hands against her abdomen for some sort of support, nails digging into the skin. She almost feels sorry for you, finally giving in as she bucks her hips upwards to meet you.

“Come for me.” She says, thrusting into you a few more times before you can’t hold it in a second longer, “say my name while you come.”

“Ellie!” You throw your head back as you finally orgasm after what feels like hours, and your entire body goes slack as you collapse against her, your warm breath fanning against her neck.

She reaches down to cup the back of your head, planting small kisses against your hair and shushing you as you recover from her torture.

“Sh, you’re okay, I’ve gotchu.”

She runs her hands down your back and slides them around your waist to pull you in close. You feel her hips move and her strap slips out of you slowly, covered in your come. Normally she’d make you suck it clean but after tonight she wants to make sure you’re okay.

“Was that good?” She asks, almost seeming shy.

You smile against her skin, leaning up to kiss her softly, “mhm.”

She looks relieved, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and sighing deeply.

“I'm glad.”

“Do you feel better now?” You ask, drawing circles down her arms with the tip of your finger.

She closes her eyes at your touch and nods slowly, “you always make me feel better.” She stays quiet for a minute, “you promise you’re okay? I didn't hurt you or anything?”

“Mm-mm.” you shake your head, “I told you, I trust you.”

“I know, but sometimes it scares me how rough I can get, I want you to feel safe.” An expression of worry sweeps across her features, “you know that, right?”

“Yes, Ellie,” you reassure gently, “and I do.”

She smiles up at you, spending the rest of the night kissing over the marks she left on you and praising you for how good you were for her.