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♒︎ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 officer!ellie x reader / 0.6k words ♒︎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 slight angst, est.relationship ♒︎ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 thanks for requesting, here u go!

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 The sun’s brutal today, the air moves slow and thick. The parking lot’s full and buzzing with people rushing to get their shopping in before the holiday.

You have your keys ready in one hand and the full cart in the other, loaded with the next few weeks worth of groceries. Sweat gathers at the back of your neck and you swear you can feel the pavement give back more heat than the sun itself.

Just as you’re about to unlock the trunk, a car nears behind you. You catch the flash of brake lights in the corner of your eyes but it’s all moving too fast.

The car bumps into your cart, sending it toppling. Your groceries spill onto the baking asphalt next to your car with a loud clang of the cart screeching sideways.

To your surprise, the car does not stop - it halts for a moment but a second later, it takes off, leaving you with spilled milk and the cart somewhere behind another car. It takes a beat for you to snap out of it before Ellie’s number is dialed like instinct. 

“Hey, baby - what’s up?” Her voice sounds through the speaker like a lifeline. You swallow once before you gather your voice.

“I umh…someone almost ran me over.” The air changes, you can feel it. There’s a beat before Ellie’s voice comes through the speaker again.

“What? Baby - where’re you?” 

You slowly move a few steps away from your car to pick up a cracked in half cucumber.

“Umh..wholefoods - this guy…i don’t know if it was a guy…he just…he ran over my cart. All the food’s somewhere.”

Ellie in her car before you can say more - you know she’s on the way. “Stay where you are, love. I’ll be quick” The call ends and you’re left with the mess by your feet.

Not ten minutes later you hear the sirens, a flash of blue and red and squeaking tires which enter the parking lot like a threat.

The cruiser stops a few spaces away from your car, you shield your eyes from the sun as best as you can. The ruined food’s now gathered by your car - the cart a little bent and wobbly next to it.

Ellie exits the police car with a scowl on her face. Her steps bound across the pavement with anger in each step, her gaze zeros in on you in no time.

“Baby!” She calls out, voice breathless and tight. Her sunglasses lift off her face with one swift motion and the fierce glint in her gaze makes you swallow. Her hands find your arms, checking you for any signs of harm.

“You okay, baby? You hurt?” She murmurs as her gaze skims over you. You shake your head, take a breath to find your voice - one, the uniform makes her look dangerous in a very non PG way, second - the protectiveness in her voice makes you feel a whole other way.

“I’m okay - just…shocked. All of our groceries went flying like extras in an action movie.” Ellie exhales slowly and leans her forehead against yours - more to ground herself than anything else.

“I’ll catch that motherfucker, I promise.” She mumbles before her lips find yours. The kiss is gentle and comforting and you don’t hesitate to kiss her back.

“I don’t doubt you for a moment.” You whisper back, stealing another kiss.

[elliespaceoddity]

ellie williams' bicep(s).

ellie williams x fem!reader || nsfw content ;; bicep describing (!!!) ;; dom!top!ellie ;; sub!bottom!reader ;; bicep riding.

you swear her bicep flexed just to ruin you.

not even in a fight—just loading her rifle, the casual lift of it against her shoulder. but it’s enough to make your breath catch, because fuck, that arm. tight, veined, dusted in freckles and sweat. the muscle carves a path under her skin, smooth and taut, like it was built for both bruising and blessing. you could trace that line from elbow to shoulder with your teeth and never get bored.

she shifts, and the cord of it ripples. not exaggerated, not forced—just real. functional. dangerous. sexy in the way real strength always is. you can see where the ink curls over her forearm, the fern pressed into her like it belongs there. like nature claimed her, left marks over muscle as if to say, this one’s wild. this one bites.

and god, you’d let her.

you’d let her press you into the mattress with that arm alone, wouldn’t even fight it. just to feel that heat, that power, the weight of her strength bearing down on you, half-pinned and aching. you bet it’d be firm around your waist, strong behind your back, steady as she fucked you slow—or fast—or however she damn wanted.

it flexes again.

and yeah. you’d beg.

“fuck, you’re really doing this,” ellie mutters, voice thick, low, and wrecked from watching.

you barely hear her.

you’re too busy grinding down on her flexed bicep, fingers digging into her shoulder for leverage, hips moving in desperate little rolls. her arm’s beneath you—taut, warm, unforgiving—muscle clenched hard just for you. it burns against your soaked cunt, that delicious drag of skin against slick, your thighs trembling from the pressure.

she curls it once, slow. you moan, full-body, shame-be-damned.

“that feel good, huh?” she breathes, eyes locked on where your pussy’s rubbing all over her arm, dripping down to the crook of her elbow. “so fuckin’ wet for me.”

you whimper her name, hips stuttering. the angle’s perfect—her bicep dragging across your clit, the dips of her muscle grinding against you just right. you’ve never done anything this filthy and you don’t care. not when she’s watching like that, biting her lip, letting you use her strength like a fucking toy.

she tightens again.

your breath shatters.

“ellie—!”

“i got you,” she murmurs, steadying you with her free hand. “come on, ride it. make a mess, baby.”

and you do. loud. shaking. falling apart on that perfect arm like you were made for it—like she built that muscle just to ruin you.

and fuck, maybe she did.

[elliespaceoddity]

texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 4

nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader

bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.

texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 3

You were already home when you opened your conversation with her.

E:

i have to tell you something.

You frowned the second your eyes landed on it.

You were already curled into bed—fresh from the shower, hair damp against your neck, oversized shirt slouching soft over your thighs. The room was dim, lit only by the weak orange buzz of your fairy lights. That Friday exhaustion still clung to your bones, but none of it mattered.

You were settled. Cozy. Warm.

There was nothing better than the thought of spending the whole weekend like this—no plans, no noise. Just your room, your phone, and her.

Something about the message hit different. Not her usual caps-locked chaos or horny emoji spiral. Just plain. Sharp. Hanging in the air like a loaded pause.

You stared at it longer than you meant to, thumb hovering.

You:

heyyyy

yeah?

what is it

You watched the read receipt appear, vanish, then return—followed by the word Typing, then nothing, then Typing again, like she was wrestling with whatever it was she couldn’t quite say.

E:

nevermind lol it’s dumb

just had a brain moment

u ever think a thing and go wait no i’m actually insane?

that was me. carry on.

You stared and your frown lingered.

There was something in it. Something unfinished, like she’d swallowed the thought halfway. It pressed at your chest—not hard, but enough to make you pause.

You let it sit there and tapped your thumb slow against the screen.

You:

don’t do that

if it mattered to you, it’s not dumb.

A beat and you double texted her.

You:

but fine. i’ll stop bugging

just tell me when ur ready

even if it’s weird

i like weird

E:

okay but what if it was like “i was possessed by a sexy ghost” weird

or “i’ve been thinking about ur mouth for 5 days straight” weird

bc that’s the category i’m working in rn

You snorted, the knot in your chest loosening instantly.

You:

girl what

E:

this is ur fault.

ur criminally hot and i’m emotionally unstable.

i almost sent u a poem today and had to physically restrain myself

You:

wait u wrote me a poem???

E:

no one’s ever gonna see it

unless i die then u can publish it posthumously

You rolled onto your side, laughing into your pillow, smiling so hard it made your face ache.

You:

SO how was ur day, poet

other than spiraling over my mouth

did the tragic lesbian survive algebra?

E:

barely

i almost died. they tried to silence me.

i doodled boobs on my notes again. staying humble.

You:

u say that like it’s a coping mechanism

E:

it is. ur boobs specifically

You snorted again, tension bleeding out of you with every stupid message that followed.

You:

do u miss them ??

should i send u some again so u can cope better?

E:

don’t tempt me rn i’m weak and unsupervised

You:

so that’s a yes

E:

that’s an always

You bit your lip, grinning into your pillow like an idiot.

She was back to herself—unhinged and dramatic, talking about how her math teacher was probably a demon who fed on the dreams of students. Complete with all-caps outbursts and at least two conspiracy theories. You kept laughing. Kept typing.

Eventually, your thumbs started to cramp.

You:

i swear my thumbs are buff now bc of u

E:

hot

You:

everything i say u turn into gay

E:

it's given

You bit your lip. Your heart thumped—stupid and full.

You didn’t ask again about the message. You didn’t have to. Whatever she’d meant to say, she clearly couldn’t yet.

You stayed texting until your phone went warm in your palm, until your eyes stung from grinning too long. By the time you checked the clock, it was 3AM.

You didn’t mean to stay up that late, but that’s what always happened with her. The later it got, the more chaotic the messages became. If it wasn’t full-blown unhinged, it was weirdly horny. And if it wasn’t horny, it got accidentally deep—like two sleep-deprived idiots trying to figure out the meaning of life between memes and finger-smash typing.

You:

do u ever wonder what we’d be like if we met in real life?

or would we combust instantly?

You barely had time to brace for whatever ridiculous answer that would get when your phone buzzed again—this time from a different notification.

From Ellie.

You blinked at the name—Ellie, already saved in your phone—and still typed:

You:

who is this?

Ellie:

It’s Ellie. From school.

A faint smirk tugged at your lips.

You:

i know

Ellie:

Just wanted to let you know I’m starting the draft for our project. It’s nothing serious, just bullet points. I figured I’d organize ideas before Monday.

You stared at her message, already smiling.

You:

you couldn’t tell me that earlier in class??

Ellie:

I didn’t think of it until now.

Also I'm still awake, so.

You:

why r u still up anyway ?

Ellie:

I wanted to be productive while the ideas were still fresh.

You snorted.

You:

nerd.

Ellie:

Sure.

You paused, glancing at your other chat. E hadn’t replied yet. Your thumb hovered, tempted to double text.

But right before you did—

E:

sorry went blank for a sec i was picturing how u say my name in a whisper lol anyway what were we even talking about

You laughed out loud, the sound muffled into your pillow.

You:

do u want me dead

E:

yes but like sexily

Another buzz.

Ellie:

Let me know if you’d rather read the notes now or wait for Monday. Either way works.

You laid your phone on your chest for a second, staring at the ceiling. One of them wanted to die at your hands. The other was politely offering to share bullet points at 3AM.

And just like that—when you’re happy, when it’s fun—time moved stupidly fast.

The hallway pulsed with the usual Monday mess—shuffling sneakers, lockers clanging shut, someone already yelling, and of course, that one kid running like it’s a sport.

You felt obnoxiously good for a Monday. The kind of good that only came from two straight days of texting someone who made your brain feel like soda bubbles. You were still carrying a smile that hadn’t fully faded since 3AM.

You suddenly spotted Ellie.

Standing at her locker, blue flannel shrugged over her usual black tee, one side of her hair still sleep-creased. Headphones rested around her neck. She looked a little worn—like sleep hadn’t been a priority. Like someone who’d stayed up too late doing something they didn’t regret.

You didn’t stop walking. Just drifted right up beside her locker, leaned against the one next to it like you had all the time in the world.

She didn’t look at you at first—just shifted her books with one hand, nudging her sketchpad into place. Her fingers lingered at the edge of a notebook you knew too well now. The one she said she started drafting in.

Finally, a glance. Quick and dry.

Then a sigh.

You smirked at her reaction. Tilted your head like you were observing something mildly amusing.

“So,” you said. “How was your weekend?”

Ellie didn’t answer right away. Just reached deeper into the locker like she was debating throwing herself inside it.

“Quiet,” she said without looking at you.

You raised your brows. “That’s it?”

She shoved a pencil case into her bag and shut the locker with a dull thud. “What do you want me to say? I spent it drafting our project.”

You leaned in slightly, voice lowering. “Mm. So productive.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t help it if you’re easily impressed.”

“Who said I was impressed?” you shot back, one brow raised. “I’m just asking.”

Ellie adjusted the strap of her guitar case on her shoulder, finally meeting your eyes. “Right. You’re just asking. Because you care deeply about how I spent my weekend.”

You shrugged, unfazed. “Maybe I do.”

That got you a blink. A pause. Her gaze flicked over your face—just for a second too long.

You smiled, all teeth.

“Wanna guess how I spent mine?”

Ellie didn’t say anything—just glanced away, too fast to be casual.

You tapped the locker with your knuckles, straightened up slowly. “See you in class, Williams.”

And with that, you walked off and didn’t look back.

But if you had, you might’ve caught the exact moment Ellie muttered under her breath—barely audible over the hallway noise.

“Jesus Christ.”

You slipped into your usual seat, still warm from your walk through the halls and encounter with Ellie. One of your friends tossed a lazy “hey,” but you barely glanced up—already pulling your phone out, screen lighting up with that soft blue glow.

You:

wakey wakey

i’m already in class

don’t blame me again if you end up being late, poet

Your grin was immediate. Unchecked. You bit it back behind your palm, thumbs still hovering when someone cleared their throat right beside you.

You looked up.

Ellie.

You didn’t hide your expression—still smiling like a dumbass, phone in hand.

“Yeah?” you asked, one brow raised.

She was holding out the notebook. The one she told you about. She didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Just—here,” she muttered, placing it down in front of you.

Your gaze dropped to the familiar cover, then back to her.

You smiled wider. “Thanks. I’ll look over it later.”

She nodded, quiet. “Cool.”

She turned without another word and made her way to her own seat. You tapped the corner of the notebook with your fingers, still smiling.

Your phone buzzed.

E:

why are u like this

i was gonna be late but now i’m getting up just to annoy u

also maybe to see what u look like in class all smug and pretty

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh.

You:

haha u wish

i wish u were my classmate for real tho

i can only think of many things 👀

E:

what things ??

You:

idk

maybe like… we’d be seatmates

and i wouldn’t wear any undies on purpose

Three dots appeared immediately. It vanished and came back again.

E:

ok well. i just flatlined in my desk chair.

thanks a lot

You:

just trying to motivate u to get to school on time

E:

I'M ALREADY AT SCHOOL BRUH

i am not responsible for the thoughts i’m having rn

You grinned, legs curled up in your chair, heart stupidly light.

You:

am i making u…?

right now?

Another pause.

Typing..

E:

ma’am this is a public institution

You:

answer the question :)

E:

let’s just say i’m sitting very still rn

and ur going to hell. congrats.

You bit back another grin so hard your cheeks hurt.

You:

worth it.

E:

i hate u

Your thumb hovered over the screen, still smiling like a complete idiot as the bell rang.

You:

ur really gonna hate me when i say

i’m not even wearing a bra rn

E:

YOU’RE A MENACE

i hope you’re proud of yourself for what you're doing to me

You:

just a little

E:

really huh

if i were ur seatmate

i’d sit too close

thighs touching, shoulder to shoulder

and i’d keep dropping my pen just to bend down and grab it

and yk

You:

AND I KNOW WHAT?

GO ON I BEG U

okay actually u don’t need to

because i already am..

E:

good.

that’s what you deserve.

you wanna play? let’s play.

You:

worth it again

every damn single time

Your phone buzzed again, and you bit back another grin.

E:

UR INSANE

You:

okay well tytl nerd

class starts

but thank u i guess for giving me something to think about while i touch myself tonight

or maybe right after this class ;)

Time blurred.

Class, lunch, class again—standard Monday drag. Nothing special. Just the usual shuffle between subjects and half-awake conversations that barely counted as human interaction.

Now, you were in the library for your last period. Final class of the day. The room was quiet in that stiff, almost sacred way libraries get—like if you breathed too loud, someone would smite you.

Ms. Alvarez, who walked in balancing a thick binder and a tired expression. She barely made it past the first five minutes before clearing her throat and announcing, “Alright, class. I have a faculty meeting in ten. You’re allowed to continue working on your project in pairs, but you must stay in the classroom or within school premises. No one leaves early. Understood?”

You were sitting across from Ellie. She was fully immersed in whatever she was typing on her laptop—jaw tight, brows drawn, fingers moving like she was coding national security protocols instead of organizing character arcs.

You tried to match her energy for a grand total of three minutes before your attention span gave out completely.

Your gaze dropped to the window. From the second-floor view, you could see a couple of students loitering around the quad, stretched out across benches and grass. Someone was dramatically eating a banana. You didn’t know why that annoyed you.

Without thinking, you reached for your phone.

One unread message.

E:

WHAT THE FUCK

IF UR GOING TO TELL ME SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN CLASS AT LEAST LET ME WATCH

FOR COMPENSATION

jk

but yes?

You bit your lip hard—so hard it almost hurt—not wanting to smile in front of Ellie. You slipped the phone away like it burned, then reached toward her side of the table.

She didn’t look up when you slid her notebook over, flipping straight to the page.

Possible Story Structure – v1.0

You stared at it for a beat. Then made a face.

“This is so boring,” you muttered.

Ellie kept typing. “Don’t start.”

“I’m serious. This is criminal. Look at this—no dramatic kisses? No one cries? This is actual villain behavior.”

“They’re just notes,” she said without looking up.

“They’re rules. And they suck.”

“They’re guidelines,” she corrected, finally glancing your way. “And they exist because someone—you—suggested glitter-induced closet sex as a turning point.”

“And yet, you wrote it down.”

Ellie sighed through her nose. “So you’d shut up.”

You jabbed your pen at the “Maybe a forehead touch??” line. “This. Right here. What is this. This is loser behavior.”

“It’s called restraint.”

You let out the fakest gasp imaginable. “Loser and pretentious.”

Ellie leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. “You want them crying in the rain after a juice box incident.”

“Because that’s real storytelling, Ellie.”

“You literally renamed the central conflict The Tragic Juice Box Betrayal of 7th Grade.”

“It was a betrayal. And it was orange. It stained. It’s metaphorical. You just don't understand.”

You were staring back at each other.

You leaned forward just a little. “Also, I know you sketched the supply closet scene in the margin of your algebra notebook.”

“That was a box,” she said flatly. “It was a literal box.”

“Sure,” you said, unconvinced.

Ellie pinched the bridge of her nose like she was trying to summon patience from another plane of existence.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

“You’re just repressed.”

She blinked. “Says the girl blushing at her phone two minutes ago.”

You froze.

Ellie tilted her head, a little too smug. “Hmm?”

You cleared your throat. “That’s classified.”

She smirked—barely. “Suspicious.”

You slid the notebook back toward her. “Fix your outline before I submit a new draft with a title you won't really like.”

She rolled her eyes casually, shaking her head as she went back to her laptop.

You leaned back in your chair—annoyed, stretching a little before grabbing your phone again—this time not even pretending to be sneaky about it.

Ellie didn’t look up, but you could feel her noticing.

You opened your chat with E, thumb already moving.

You:

i’m literally sitting across from the most insufferable person alive

she’s so bossy and uptight and acts like she’s above dramatic plotlines

like okay sorry i want EMOTION in my fake scenarios??? sue me???

she actually said “restraint” like it was a flex. loser behavior actually.

You smirked, shot a glance up, then kept typing.

You:

also she keeps pretending she didn’t sketch the closet scene

it was OBVIOUSLY not just a box

You huffed quietly, shifting in your seat. Ellie was still typing—completely zoned in, not looking at you.

You looked back down at your screen.

You:

she’s doing that thing again

getting all serious like we’re submitting this to sundance

like relax. it’s two fictional lesbians and a tragic juice box. let me work.

You paused for a beat, then kept going.

You:

WHATEVER

idk. don’t wanna argue about it

i just wanna talk to you

remember what i said before about making out in the nonfiction aisle?

i’m here at the library ;)

i can imagine our kiss

HOT

i'll have you finger me 'till I cum and my legs shake

and we go back to class like nothing happened

You stared at the message for a second, then laughed under your breath and set your phone down on the table, face-down. You suddenly felt silly—teasing, sure, but also a little giddy. Like you were getting away with something. Especially with Ellie right in front of you, looking like the literal opposite of whatever that text had just suggested.

She was still focused. Still typing. Her MacBook open, her hand flicking her pen across the margins of her notebook. The light hit her rings again. She was chewing her bottom lip.

You grabbed your pen and started doodling in the corner of your notes. Hearts, stars, little lesbian stick figures making out beside bookshelves.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught something—Ellie’s posture had shifted. Her brow furrowed deeper, her eyes narrowed at the screen.

Then she bit her lip again, harder this time. Her hand came up, fingers scratching just above her eyebrow like she was trying to stay grounded. Her expression pinched for a second—like she was trying to keep her face neutral and failing.

You glanced out the window instead. Golden light, slow-moving clouds. You imagined E, imagined her standing on the other side of this table, all smirking confidence and chaos. You smiled to yourself, tapping your pen twice before reaching back for your phone.

Still no reply.

You frowned a little. Refreshed the app. Nothing.

Right then, Ellie stood up.

You looked up immediately. “Where are you going?”

She didn’t meet your eyes. Just grabbed the edge of her chair like she needed to move. “Getting a book,” she muttered, already walking.

You blinked, confused. “You already have like, four.”

She didn’t answer and just walked off. You watched her disappear down the aisle, your phone still in your hand.Still no message from E.

The empty screen felt louder than it should’ve.

A few minutes passed. Ellie didn’t come back.

You tapped your fingers once against the table, then got up, quietly making your way until the nonfiction aidle, farthest row in the back, where no one really went.

You found her there, tucked at the very end of the aisle, half-hidden behind the shelves. She was leaning slightly against them, phone in hand, her eyes fixed on the screen—expression unreadable, but her ears flushed just a little too pink to ignore.

She didn’t notice you right away.

But the second she did, she quickly lowered her phone and reached for a nearby book, flipping it open like she’d been studying the whole time.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

Instead, you glanced at the shelves around you, trying not to smile—because of course it had to be this aisle. The same one you’d texted E about, half-joking, half-not.

“What’s funny?” Ellie asked without looking up, now looking so serious.

“Nothing,” you said, too fast.

“Really?” Her tone was dry, eyes still on the page.

You grabbed a random book from the shelf and flipped it open. “I just remembered something.”

“Uh huh.” She said it flatly, like she didn’t buy it.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. But you didn’t answer her. Just turned another page, pretending to read.

Ellie shifted beside you, thumbing through her own book.

“What are you even doing in the nonfiction aisle?” you asked, still not looking up. “It’s not like we’re writing nonfiction.”

She didn’t miss a beat. “Well, actually… sometimes good fiction pulls from nonfiction. Real stories. Background stuff. It makes things feel more grounded.”

You peeked over the edge of your book. “Okay, nerd.”

She shrugged. “Just saying.”

You didn’t respond, but your thoughts were anything but neutral.

Okay sorry I'm just here because I’ve been thinking about making out with someone against these shelves for three days straight.

You stared down at the page—something about memory and neural pathways—but none of it stuck.

Your mouth twitched into a grin again. E’s dumb chaotic message echoed in your head.

You couldn’t wait to talk to her again tonight.

You glanced up.

Ellie was still there, head tilted slightly, lips parted in concentration, bathed in soft afternoon light spilling through the high windows.

She looked unreal. Sharp in some ways. Gentle in others.

She wasn’t even trying. Her flannel sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and her hair was half-messy like she’d forgotten to fix it after leaning against her hand too long. A strand curled near her cheek. Her rings caught the light again when she shifted the book. And her mouth—soft, slightly parted as she read—moved just a little when she wet her lips without thinking.

“Actually…” you started, voice light. “Can I ask you something?”

Ellie didn’t look up. “What?”

You waited a beat. “Have you ever thought about making out with someone in the library?”

That got her attention.

Her head lifted slowly, like she wasn’t sure she heard you right. “What?”

You grinned. Tilted your head. “I mean—have you ever thought about it? Like. Right here. This exact aisle.”

Ellie blinked once. “Do you mean making out with someone who’s… here in the library?”

Her voice had a weird edge. Something unreadable.

You scoffed, playful. “No. Just—like. Making out with someone in a library. Someone you like. A girl or whatever.”

She blinked again. Then scoffed lightly, like you’re ridiculous.

“No.”

You frowned. “Why not?”

She leaned her shoulder against the shelf. “Why would I make out with someone here?” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s the library.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, well—where would you bring them if you wanted to make out with them?”

That made her pause.

You watched her carefully.

She stared at you, then down at the book in your hands.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

You grinned. “That’s not an answer.”

She sighed and turned the page, trying to ignore you. “Not everyone makes out in public places, you know.”

“Yeah,” you said, shutting your book and letting it hang at your side. “But it’s fun to think about.”

She looked at you again.

“And you think about it a lot?” she asked, voice casual—but not quite.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “I do.” You added, a smirk playing in your lips.

Ellie exhaled slowly, her eyes flicking up to your face—and lingering. You could almost feel her gaze pause on your mouth for a second too long.

Then she shook her head, barely, like she was trying to snap herself out of it.

Without another word, she turned and walked off, heading back toward your table with quick, quiet steps—like she needed to leave before she did something she’d regret.

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꩜ just’ alright alone

—before reading

⟡ warnings. slow ass slowburn (hope this reaches the right audience). reader has a name (not using y/n) mentions of past grief and family loss. mentions of past death. long ass chapters so bare with me. weird spacing (sorry for that). maybe internalized homophobia. (i’ll update this if i forgot to add more) ────

⟡ notes. in the game ellie is not talking to joel/ angry at him for 4 years until she's 19 and he dies. however in this story, because i like to bend stories to match my daydreams (!!) , she mends her relationship with him when she's about 17. also i picked an actual name for the oc because i've seen people not enjoying y/n in stories. the oc in this is 17, almost 18, and ellie has just turned 18. i haven't written anything in quite a bit, so i'm sorry if this isn't what u expected! i never proofread right away so i also apologize for that lol. otherwise please enjoy as much as you can and i'll try not to abandon this. i don't have too much of a plan for this. i picked a random name and found some meaning behind it lol, the back story sucks tbh i just want to get to the good parts so some of it is half assed://. also my first language isnt english so bare with me☹️☹️☹️

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⋮ ──── chapter one

gianna felt most at peace when she listened to the birds sing in the early morning. the mist collects on the vibrant grass around her. it felt empty in the cabin after last summer when her only parent left, her father, had finally met his end. she could still picture him sitting with her outside, counting how many birds they'd see and showing her how to make flower crowns. he radiated so much love towards gianna, and she felt that loved completely.

she'd felt the guilt of it for months on end. she missed the stories he'd tell of the world before the infected, the stories of her mom and how much her mom had loved her. gianna’s dad never went into detail of her death, only sharing that her mom saved them but died doing so and that she was already chronically ill. her dad always tried protecting her the best he could, training her only on basic defense fighting. she now hated that she hadn't pushed him harder on training her, they always assumed they'd be alive longer together.

the cabin she grew up in still held the nostalgic smell, but there had been more infected in the last year then they've seen since the beginning. living in the country had the perks of low infected traffic. they had running water due to the solar panels her father had gotten installed in the early 2000's before everything, she had successfully kept the garden, horses, and chickens alive during the winter time. she used to hate the quietness after her dad's death, feeling empty and lost almost everyday. although the lost feeling never went away she started loving the quiet. it was calm, easier to hear any problems, easier to cope with the anger she used to feel. she used to be able to sleep in, she used to be able to tell when a sound wasn't the infected and was just one of the animals outside, but ever since she was left alone it's harder to sleep.

she can only distract herself so much until her body gives into the sleep she was avoiding. it was getting harder for her to feel safe, even if rationally she knew the amount of infected that passed through was easy to take. still, with every infected near, the nostalgic smell would be replaced with death and a rotting smell.

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today she fed the animals slow, watered the plants slow, showered slow, ate slow. just trying to fill the long day and avoid thinking about how good it would feel to sleep. she couldn't, the thought of waking up and seeing that the safe haven her parents had worked so hard for was in danger simply because she was selfish enough to sleep kept her up. it made her stomach twist at the thought. she wouldn't say the loneliness damaged her, she liked being by herself. maybe it's partly because she's only met a few outsiders that her dad had to scare off. that certainly didn't help her distrust in strangers.

it's been two days since gianna last slept. she finally started feeling her body fight her, and for once she gave in. she was exhausted from fixing the barb wire fence and cleaning the chicken coop and finally cleaning the solar panels. she even hung more strings with empty cans on them around the doors. she lied in bed, listening to the chirping crickets and the wind against the windows. glancing at the cans hanging across the bedroom door before sleeping.

gianna bolted awake when she heard cans clattering and bumping from the living room. she sat up quickly, reaching for the baseball bat beside her bed. her stomach twisted with the possibility that tonight would be her last night alive.

silently praying that it was an infected or a bird that found it's way in, she slowly and carefully stepped towards her bedroom door. she put her ear to the door, leaning away from the cans as much as she could. her chest brushed against a can, making a small clinking sound.

gianna held her breath, waiting for more noise from the living room. her stomach dropped when she heard a voice. she couldn't make out words, but she heard footsteps coming closer, stopping maybe a few feet away from her door. radio static and then the persons voice echo through gianna’s door. this time she made out a few words.

"i found.. coming back soon, it's starting to rain." there was a voice from the radio too but gianna couldn't hear any distinct words from it.

gianna’s breath picked up as the reality of her needing to defend herself against an actual person set in. her palms started to sweat. she then realized the sprinkling of rain starting against her window, every sound became 10x louder for her. she gripped her bat tighter, stepping back and putting her hand on her door to open it a little. just then her door swung open, knocking her arm back and making her stumble back. she quickly swung the bat back, aiming for the persons head, but missing due to the darkness.

"ow, shit!" she hit the persons upper arm, making them grunt and flinch into themselves before stepping back and holding the pistol towards gianna. they fixed their posture, and huff. gianna tried to not seem scared, but her arms were definitely shaky. "i don't want to hurt you! it's dark and raining, i just needed a place to wait until morning. i didn't realize someone was here." the woman says in a pleading tone.

"please get out.." gianna curses herself for the unsteady voice and the use of 'please’. she shouldn't have to be nice in this situation, but she panicked and said the first thing she could think of.

"i already said i'm not here to hurt you. i'll even give you some of my food if i can stay the night." gianna’s breath hasn't slowed down, her sweaty hands making it harder to grip the bat. she slowly glances next to the woman in the doorway, the light switch just a few inches away. gianna goes to slowly reach toward it, nervously watching the other. the woman stiffens, tightening her hold on her gun. gianna quickly flips the light on, going back to holding the bat with both hands.

the woman had light brown and reddish hair cut short and tied back, wide eyes, and a blood splatter on her neck. she was a few inches taller, and looked younger than her voice portrayed.

"you have guns." gianna eyes her pistol and the other gun strapped around the woman's back. the fear is building by the second for gianna, she's never had to be violent to an actual person and she's not sure she can actually follow through.

"you don't?" the woman sounded half genuine and half sarcastic, raising her eyebrows. gianna slowly shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows.

"i don't need one. leave now." her voiced wavered a little and she felt a lump in her throat. she feels stressed seeing how the woman looks unconvinced. she scoffs at gianna, giving a small chuckle.

"i didn't know baseball bats were more dangerous than guns." gianna’s heart skipped a beat, she knew she was so vulnerable and she hated it.

"i'll show you how dangerous if you don't leave." she wanted that to be true, but knew the bluff she was putting out was completely seen through by the woman. the woman smirks at gianna, tilting her head and looking around her room.

"you seem to live comfortably here." gianna’s heart felt like if it beat any quicker it'd pop out of her chest.

"i am and i'm just alright alone. i don't want you here. at all." she hoped the stranger took her seriously, even the tiniest bit. the woman looks back at gianna, squinting her eyes a little before relaxing them.

"you won't swing." she lowers her gun, stepping forward which makes gianna take a step back. she shakes her head and keeps distance in between them.

"please don't.." gianna felt her voice get higher, tears starting to fill her eyes. her one fear is coming true. she's let her parents down, she's broken everything they've done for her.

the woman narrows her eyes, then steps to the side. she looks around the room again, walking to look closer. she's turned her back on gianna, which could mean she's so confident in her fighting abilities that she knows she'd win, or it could mean she knows gianna wouldn't try anything. which sadly, she won't. she couldn't, too frozen in fear. she still had her bat up, staring at the lady inspecting her room.

"oh cool, i like pearl jam too.. do you have any records?" she throws a quick glance at gianna, then goes to touch a small switch blade on gianna’s dresser. tears finally start falling down her red cheeks.

"no.." she quietly yelps. the woman pulls her hand back and turns to her. she tilts her head.

"relax you don't have to cry about not having records. i just saw the poster." she shrugs and turns back, reaching out to the blade again.

"no i mean.." gianna wants to shrink into herself for speaking. the other looks over her shoulder. "don't take it, please.." gianna’s breath hitches as she starts feeling the lump in her throat travel up.

"no offense, but i don't want a poster i already have." she chuckles.

"the.. the knife, please. just leave." the woman stops moving, again turning to gianna. she hums.

"it's important to you?" she asks. gianna nods slowly, tears falling as she does. the other nods also, looking at the floor. her gaze travels up the wall beside gianna then focuses back on gianna.

"mine too." gianna could see the small smile the other offered, but nothing could calm the anxiety that was drowning her. her whole body was practically shaking now. the other saw, sighed, then put her hand in a pocket on her thigh. gianna brings the bat up more again, scared of the next weapon this lady is bringing out. the other dug hers out, crouching down and sliding it over to gianna.

gianna felt it tap her socked feet, but refused to look down at it. the woman sighed again, standing up.

"i'm seriously not going to hurt you. you can lower the damn bat and relax. i'm trying to be fucking nice." gianna was shocked at the language, only hearing her dad use it when he was extremely mad, which made her feel the other was angry about to get violent despite her words. her bottom lip trembled, only lowering the bat when the other gave her an annoyed look that could’ve meant she was close to losing it on gianna.

"there you go, relax man. i won't touch yours, but you can hold mine. i don't mind." the woman slid down the dresser to sit on the floor. gianna slowly followed, crouching but not sitting. she still held her bat next to her, leaning down and picking up the knife.

it had a wood base, the long blade flips out when she presses the button. she jumps a little, not expecting it to open so easy. her dad's was foldable, no button, and not as long as the one she's holding. the woman laughs lowly, watching gianna look in wonder.

"never seen one like that? i guess it is pretty nice." she looked smug, which made gianna roll her eyes. she slid it over to the other and stands back up.

"yes, pretty nice. now leave." she glares, feeling her tears dry on her cheeks.

"come on. i was serious about needing to just stay the night. i have a few apples and a few pieces of bread, we could share." gianna had only heard of those foods in her dad's stories, and she hated that she was a bit intrigued about trying it. she furrows her eyebrows, trying to remember the picture her dad had drawn of it years ago. the food they had at the cabin was only eggs, carrots, and beets. sometimes her dad would fish or if a chicken got sick they'd have that, but she doesn't know how to cook it and doesn't find interest in the hurting an animal part.

"i.. i don't have room for you." gianna tries to hold onto the little bit of persistence she had left in her tired head. the woman looks around, leaning to the side to see past gianna.

"oh look a chair, thats room enough." the woman smiles brightly up to gianna. the smug face is back, making gianna feel defeated knowing that this woman had more persistence than she'd ever have.

"i already ate earlier."

"you've never heard of midnight snacks or some shit?"

"i only have a few carrots left out, i haven't harvested yet." the woman nods quickly.

"i haven't had those in years! here." the woman reaches behind her to tug her bag off, pulling out an apple and almost rolling it to gianna.

"don't put it on the floor, it'll get dirty." she whispers almost, getting embarrassed by her complaining halfway through. the woman glances up and looks amused, quirking her eyebrow up.

"i don't think i've ever met such an uptight person, god. and would you please lower the fucking bat? my name's ellie, at least give me your name so i don't have to call you crying girl with the bat." gianna could tell it was ellie's attempt at lightening the stressful tension. she took a deep breath in and out, still not looking away from the other. she hesitantly puts the bat aimed all the way down in her hand.

"you can wash it in the sink, i'll show you." gianna steps back from the doorway, watching ellie get up and walk toward the door, backpack in hand. she holds the apple in one hand after holstering her pistol.

"i know what a sink looks like." she smiles. "but cool you have running water." gianna rolls her eyes at how cocky this lady's behavior has been.

"i meant where it is. are you always so smug in everything you do?" she scoffs. gianna follows behind ellie, who she saw smirk at her words.

"i found it earlier, breaking in and all. sorry about the window by the way." she gives a guilty smile over her shoulder. gianna’s face contorts in confusion.

"the window?" gianna looks around when they get in the living room, only feeling the cold breeze of the outside but no broken window. ellie nods toward the window on the back door in the connected kitchen. there was no glass in the lower panel close to the nod. she groans.

"are you serious? do you think i can just make glass here? i'll have to trim wood and nail it on." she groans in annoyance.

"again, didn't know you were here. i can fix it tomorrow, don't worry about it. so... your name?" ellie fully stops and turns to the other once they reach the sink. gianna looks into the others eyes, obvious curiosity filling ellie's eyes. gianna hesitates, not know if it was a good idea to blindly trust the first stranger she encounters. she can practically hear her dad screaming about the situation. ellie takes the time to actually look at gianna, her gaze falling and rising every time she looks at another detail on gianna.

"gianna.. i'm serious about you leaving tomorrow, i don't need you to bug me any more than you have." gianna takes the apple from ellie's hand and leans her bat against the floor and cabinets, leaning over the counter to wash the apple. she could feel the other's eyes burning holes into her, anxiety was still very much a problem right now. gianna’s hands shook as she rubbed the apple under the water.

"the apple won't bite." she hears a chuckle behind her. gianna turns the water off, turning and handing it to ellie with an annoyed glare. she grabs the bowl of carrots from the fridge, only four carrots sit in the bowl. gianna walks to over to the fireplace and puts the bowl on the ground, walking over to the blanket rack and pulling off two blankets. she turns to ellie, who is still watching her from the kitchen. she's holding the apple, rubbing one side with her thumb. gianna glances at the apple then to ellie's face.

"can you at least help me grab firewood? you let cold air in.." gianna only then realizes she's wearing fuzzy socks, a big tee shirt, and sweatpants. she crosses her arms in front of her to try and hide her chest, as she wasn't wearing a bra. ellie nods, walking over to gianna and stopping right in front of her, never looking away from her eyes. they share a silent moment before ellie bends down and sets the apple in the bowl with the carrots. she then nods at gianna again when she stands, following gianna as she walks to the back porch.

there was a stack of decent sized logs, gianna made ellie carry three inside as she also carried three. she turned on the electric fireplace, waiting for a well off fire to turn it off to save energy. just as gianna sits back ellie sits beside her maybe two feet apart. ellie taps her shoulder with the back of her hand, holding the apple out to gianna. she takes it, trying to not be obvious about being marveled by how round it was. she remembers her dad telling her some were sweet, others sour, but couldn't remember details.

"it's.. it's sweet?" gianna asks quietly, looking over to ellie. ellie laughs some, making it apparent she thought the other was joking. when she noticed gianna’s blank stare she smiled back and straightened her posture to lean over. gianna knew it wasn't needed, personal space seems to not be a common concept to the woman. she runs her finger over the skin and looks up at gianna, who's staring back expecting an answer.

"see how the skin is red?" there's more gentleness in ellie's voice. gianna nods back. "right, red means sweet. green is sour, and usually yellow is in between depending on the type. have you never had one?" she seems genuinely curious, less sarcastic than earlier. gianna shakes her head.

"never even seen one, nor bread. what does bread taste like?" ellie raises her eyebrows, obviously a bit shocked at gianna’s answer.

"okay well, just bite it, but don't eat too far in the middle. there's the apple core, it has seeds in it. and bread-" ellie leans over opposite of gianna to fish out a paper bag from her backpack, unfolding it and holding the bread out to gianna, "-hard to explain. no taste, sweet but not. usually people put butter or a jam on it." gianna eyes the slices, taking note of the bag that holds it as it looks like it's falling apart.

gianna hums back, lifting herself up and walking to a cabinet in the kitchen. she bends down and pulls out a plastic tupperware bowl with a lid. briskly walking back over to the warm fireplace, her arms getting goosebumps from the cold. she sits, putting the bowl in her lap and reaches over to grab the blankets she set aside. she hands the thicker one over to ellie, waiting for her to wrap it around herself to slowly reach over to ellie.

ellie's eyes widen, just staring at gianna. she tired to move slowly to not scare the other, seems she wasn't the only guarded one. gianna glances up at ellie then back to the bag of bread, gently picking it up from ellie's thigh. she opens the bowl, setting it inside and crumpling the paper. she puts the bowl in between them and pushes it to ellie.

"for you." gianna says.

“that was my good bag, gianna." ellie couldn't even act annoyed, honestly thankful for an actual container for food. "eat." she motions toward the apple, making gianna nod back.

she takes a small bite, trying to understand the new taste. her eyebrows pull together, not expecting a sweet liquid to cover her lips after the bite. ellie giggles at the face she made, taking a bite of her own after locking eyes. gianna takes a bigger bite, her mouth watering at the new food.

"good?" gianna nods, focusing her gaze back to the apple in her hands, turning it every way. ellie smiles a little wider.

"how is it so round?"

"it just is, i'm not sure there's an actual reason. i'm not that knowledgeable on apples. it grows on trees, starts as a flower." gianna makes another confused face.

"a tree? i haven't seen any of those around our land." ellie giggles.

"it's a certain type of tree, i doubt any would be here. bread?" ellie holds a slice out to her, gianna sets the apple in the carrot bowl and takes the bread. it was softer than she thought it would be, initially smashing it together where her fingers grabbed.

"oops." she mumbles, a bit embarrassed for being so naive to something that's normal for ellie. only earning a small smile back. she again takes a small bite, again shocked at how fragile the bread is. she nods, the taste is definitely different, but good nonetheless. "mm!" she rushes to pick up a carrot. shyly smiling to ellie.

"my food is a bit boring compared to this. sorry." ellie shakes her head, grabbed the carrot.

"i haven't had a carrot in a while, food is food. i'm thankful, gianna." gianna tries to ignore the giddy feeling rising in her chest, eating the apple after finishing the bread.

after eating in silence for a bit ellie speaks up, making gianna jump slightly.

"so.. gianna, huh? not exactly a name you hear everyday" ellie comments, taking another bite of a carrot.

it's not ellie's fault. it's no one's but gianna’s. she knows she should actually grieve, but it was easier for her to push feelings down. for some reason being in front of a stranger has heightened her emotions, in general, but being this vulnerable in front of ellie has her anxiety coming back. suddenly her throat was tight and her breath was more raggedy. she clears her throat, opting for staring at the ground, avoiding ellie's eyes that are trained on her.

"um.. my dad picked it. he wanted to name me giuliana, after my mom, to like, keep her memory alive or something like that, but she didn’t let him. didnt want me growing up in a shadow of someone i’d never even remember” gianna’s eyes remained on the floor, feeling a wave of self-consciousness due to her basically spilling too much to a stranger she just met.

“to keep her memory alive?” ellie repeats quietly while tilting her head slightly to the side, not getting it at first, indirectly demanding an explanation.

gianna hums, eyes still focused on the floor. “yeah. she was already sick when i was born. dad says chronically ill. she knew she wasn’t gonna make it” gianna fumbles her thumbs, pursing her lips in thought. “so they compromised. gianna. close, but not the same.”

ellie hums in acknowledgement "gianna’s a good name" ellie smiles, then awkwardly clearing her throat, her eyes wandering to a painting that showed the back of a figure that had blonde hair. “that her?” she asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible, referring to gianna’s mom.

“hm? oh yeah, that was her..” ellie smiles, sensing the gloom gianna had while glancing over the painting. gianna perks up, turning to look at ellie.

"my dad actually painted that picture of her for me. do you want to take a closer look?” gianna waits for ellie to nod, she then walks towards where it was and carefully takes it off the wall, ellie’s gaze is focused on gianna’s back, then her gaze lowers even more, ellie curses something under her breath before lowering her gaze towards the floor, feeling ashamed of herself. gianna comes back, smiling softly down at the painting as she walks back over to the other. she flips it for ellie to see, the bright colors from the background jumping from the canvas.

"oh, wow. that's beautiful. he has a gift, painting isn't as easy as it looks." ellie chuckles, still examining the painting, wondering why didn’t gianna’s dad painted her daughter a full portrait of her mom, not just the back. she hears gianna mumble an 'i know', fondly looking down at the painting still.

"he did have a gift. i, sadly, didn't get those abilities." gianna chuckles, but ellie caught the pained expression. she decided to let the other feel that emotion for a minute before standing. she tried her best to not give gianna any expression of pity, but she's sure she didn't hide it too well.

"how about we sleep, it's late. i feel bad waking you and making you scared earlier." ellie says quietly. gianna nods back, setting the painting down and propping it up against the wall. she walks near ellie, bending down to pick up the empty bowls. ellie grabs her arm before gianna actually reaches the bowls and nudges her up.

"i'll get it in the morning, go to sleep, gianna." they stare into each others eyes, gianna felt so nervous thinking about sleeping while a random person is in her house, but she could feel the sleepiness come back over her. she nods slowly. "does your door have a lock? you seem nervous having me inside all night, how can i help?" gianna shakes her head. ellie looks at the ceiling in thought.

"what if- fuck.. i." ellie mumbles a bit, trying to find a solution. she looks hesitant to speak, but decided that she was willing to trust gianna through the night. "ok, what if i give you my guns and my other switchblade? just for the night and you can barricade the door tonight, i need my one switchblade though. at least something for any danger." ellie runs a hand through her bangs, obviously uncomfortable with the idea, but wanting to have gianna see how grateful she is for letting her stay the night. gianna looks slightly confused.

"only the guns." gianna says, making ellie sigh.

"do you even know how to work one?" gianna shakes her head but goes to defend herself when ellie laughs.

"no, but my dad had one! i just.. was never taught. i have amazing hiding places though." gianna smiles. ellie whips out her pistol, not thinking of how harsh the action may look as she's so desensitized to it. gianna steps back at the action, widened eyes focused on it with fear.

"oh shit sorry, i'm not.. just here, fuck." it's very obvious now to gianna that ellie is feeling unsafe giving up her guns. she holds out the pistol, putting onto gianna’s stretched out flat hands. gianna’s arms falter some, the gun heavier than she imagined. "jesus, ok. i'm putting the big one on your bed, i don't trust shaky, weak hands." ellie mumbles. following gianna into her room and carefully setting the gun down after unstrapping it from her back.

gianna ended up giving ellie three blankets and a pillow.

"can you um.. can you let me know if you get too cold?" gianna asks, avoiding eye contact. ellie nods back setting the blankets in the chair. waiting for the other to leave. gianna awkwardly nodded, making her way to her room.

she hides the guns in the top of her closet, using a step stool, and covered them with clothes. she looks over at the door, going to fasten the cans across the doorway. she thinks of fully barricading it, and maybe she should’ve. all she does is move her small desk in front of the door, half scared ellie would need help and it'd take too long for her to reach ellie. she huddled into herself trying to warm up some, the pile of blankets hardly warming her fast enough.

she hears ellie put out the fire, mentally thanking her.

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[elliespaceoddity]

actual picture of me and my moots

i need her so badddd

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[got the pic from @caitviluvr ‘s page]

[elliespaceoddity]

Camgirl Ellie AU: Ellie Williams x Fem! reader

Description: Ellie is a broke college student whose options are either selling weed on campus or doing filthy things on live for her mainly female audience. When another famous camgirl joins one of her lives, she is about to have the collab of a lifetime.

Content / Warnings: Femme camgirl reader, headcannon-style fic, explicit content, Jesse and Dina make cameos woah, Ellie is all cute and nervous for the first half, masturbation on camera, fingering & oral sex, use of strap-ons, reader is on receiving end, feminine reader, use of petnames (baby and mamas), breeding kinks, mult. orgasms. Enjoy the ride.

Word Count: 3.3k

★ Camgirl Ellie who is a sophomore in college, so broke and extremely desperate come with the territory. Like, Taco Bell is a luxury broke, and desperate as in she has applied to every job around campus. She even thought about dealing for a while, but as much as she loves a good smoke sesh, she'd rather not risk getting kicked out of school for something as dumb as selling blunts.

★ Camgirl Ellie who laughed when her friend Jesse suggested her being a camgirl.

"Why the fuck would I give old creepy dudes jerk-off material?"

Jesse laughed, grabbing a handful of cheetos from the bag in her hand. "Dude, you wouldn't be doing it for men. I mean, look at you." Jesse took a good, hard look at his friend; the several silver rings across her five fingers, a short-sleeve blue button up layered over a white wife-pleaser, and for god's sake, a pair of jorts that only Ellie could pull off. "You're clearly not for the male gaze."

After much (15 minutes) contemplation, she decided that maybe it'd be fun to get attention from girls and money at the same time.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is actually rather awkward and quiet around girls in the real world, cursing "fuck" under her breath when she sees a pretty girl but just doesn't know how to impress women in a way that doesn't come off as too forward or weird. That being said, she actually likes having a persona online where she can say anything she wants, and she definitely abuses the fact that she is allowed to say anything she truly feels like saying, and women will go crazy for it.

Sitting on her couch, propping up her iphone 11 on the coffee table with a pop socket she got like, 6 years ago so that the fans have a wonderful view of her stroking a strap-on with cheap lube she picked up from her local Walmart. Her bush is slightly peeking out from the harness, and the fans are getting filthy. Not as filthy as camgirl Ellie, though.

"Fuck, feels so good on my clit.." she groans, throwing her head back dramatically.

dykeluvr69 commented: oh my god y'all her happy trail i'm throbbing

wet4williams commented: i wish i could ride that strap

andersonsabs33 commented: mid💀

Ellie squints, anticipating all the thirsty comments, and scoffs at one, her hand jerking away from the silicone shaft for a moment to tell off some random.

"Suck my dick, andersonabs33."

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: me next please!!

★ Camgirl Ellie who doesn't always have to be explicit to even get views. She finds that focusing the camera on her fingers while strumming her guitar can work wonders online. If she has had an exhausting day or is feeling anxious about getting naked in front of an overwhelmingly growing audience, she can always just show off her hands or say sweet things to her fans.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is not a virgin. She's had a few past girlfriends, no casual sex, but is pretty experienced from her long-term relationships. That being said, she never once has considered doing actual sex on camera for money. That changes when another famous (and nearby) camgirl joins her livestream.

Ellie's once again on her couch, two fingers doing figure eights on her clit as the view count rises. She's basically man-spreading to give her girls the best view possible, and not holding back from letting out breathy little groans and loud curses. Her fans go crazy when she has her tits out, so her sports bra is hitched up, her perky tits free and her nipples stiff.

"F-Feels so good, holy shit, wanna cum for my girls so bad," she groans, closing her eyes. Ellie doesn't view real masturbation as anything like her online work; if she were actually to be playing with her pussy all alone with no audience, she'd cum by now. But that doesn't make a profit, no. Longer time is important, and the more she ups the antics, teases her fans, the more comments can come in. The more donations arise and all that good shit.

Ellie teases her entrance with her middle finger, and her eyes flutter open as she eases the digit past her puffy folds.

She reads through the chat to hold out from cumming too quickly.

elliessluttygirl commented: i wish that was my hand playing w ur pussy ellie:(

Ellie smiles, curling her finger and moaning. She smiles lazily. "Yeah, slutty girl..wish it was yours, too."

As she adds a second finger upon the majority request in her comment section, she pauses at the feed.

urfavfemme has joined the livestream. Say hi!

Holy fuck. Ellie hasn't seen your videos, but the pink checkmark on your name means you're verified. Suddenly, Ellie is nervous as hell now. How is she supposed to act now, with some famous, probably fine woman watching her? She swallows and continues bucking up into her palm, but her fingers are slightly shaky now.

urfavfemme commented: ur pussy is so pretty.

Ellie laughs nervously at that. What the fuck is happening? But maybe she can use the situation to her advantage.

" 'urfavfemme', huh? Cute username," she coos, a little breathlessly because now she's getting closer to cumming, her nerves dying down as her fingers massage her sensitive walls. Ellie is so fucked up, she thinks to herself. She doesn't even know what you look like yet, why is she getting so crazed by you complimenting her?

urfavfemme commented: i wanna see that pretty pussy squirt please..

Ellie moans and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, trying to wrap her head around it all. She gets dozens of comments just like these, thirsty ass girls drooling to her playing with herself or showing off a strap-on. Why is it that the idea of you, a self-proclaimed 'femme' making these comments is the thing that makes her belly all hot with the familiar ache of true need?

pixiestickpussy commented: holy shit this is so hot

wet4williams commented: is it just me or is smth going on with ellie and this camgirl chick

imonherefortheporn69 commented: i checked out the girl's content she's super hot dude

Ellie's head is spinning at the whole situation. It's overwhelming and she wants to just turn off the camera, but she's so close and getting desperate to cum. It is just so fucking hard when all of her girls are in an uproar over you.

urfavfemme commented: stretch me out on those fingers.

"Oh- Oh, my fucking god!! 'm cumming-" Ellie can barely keep herself from crying out as the waves shoot through her body throughout, a finger covering her clit to extend the orgasm that hits her so deeply. Her fingers are soaked more than usual, juices trickling down her knuckles. Her other palm is massaging over her tits, and for a moment, she forgets she is on camera. Forgets the thousands of people watching her, probably fingering themselves just like her. The though that is usually so overwhelming is forgotten.

Her body is warm, and if she could describe how this nut feels right about now, she'd say it's hot pink. It's light lightning, and for some reason, all she can repeat in her head is "thank you thank you thank you urfavfemme" because seriously, this has been one of the most insane experiences of her life. When she finally comes down, she has to take a few moments to catch her breath.

The aftermath of it all hits her. She did not just cum like she does in private. The usually dramatic orgasms the viewers got are nothing like that, and for what? Some girl she hasn't even seen yet?

The comments are going off, praising her and thirsting like she's never seen before, but she is still panting and flushed on her couch.

urfavfemme has donated $1000.

urfavfemme has left the livestream. Bye!

Ellie is quickly turning off the stream with a half-assed goodbye, and collapsing back onto her couch. She cannot believe that she just lost control like that. Her mind is processing the huge donation, too. A whole thousand is more than she's ever gotten in donations on a single live. How famous are you?

Ellie can't dwell much, because as her body cools down, she realizes how soaked the towel she is sitting on is. Oh, my god. She actually squirted on live.

★ Camgirl Ellie who searches up your username on google a few days following the squirting contest incident, and is soon brought to a url that hits her like a flashbang as soon as it loads on her ancient ass laptop. Her screen is covered in pink, and a pretty white font with your username is front and center. She then sees your face and nearly nuts. You're fucking gorgeous, definitely out of her league.. How are you the same girl that talked her through an intense orgasm over a livestream the other night?

★ Camgirl Ellie who spends the next few hours watching your videos. She has found a new obsession, that's for sure.

She has hearts in her eyes watching you bounce on a fairly-sized dildo suctioned to your floor, helplessly groaning with a hand down her basketball shorts as your pussy swallows the length of the toy. Your moans are what really gets her. You sound like anything but the pornstars she's heard, instead moaning like you're really getting it. And suddenly, Ellie wants to be the one to give it to you.

★ Camgirl Ellie who types out various messages to send to your gmail so conveniently linked on your website until she finally settles on something not too awkward

To: urfavfemme@gmail.com

From: elliewilliams19@gmail.com

Subject: Collab? Dear urfavfemme,

You were in my livestream the other day. I'm Ellie from the camgirl website, and I wanna know if you'd like to collab? (If you're around my area, of course).

Reading it back after she sent it, she sighs. That looks way too fucking professional for a request to do porn together.

★ Camgirl Ellie who anxiously waits for about an hour, not even Borderlands 3 able to distract her before she finally gets an email back.

To: elliewilliams19@gmail.com

From: urfavfemme@gmail.com

Subject: Collab?

Hi!! I'm in Fairview, WY if you're near? I'd love to collab:)

★ Ellie, who is freaking the fuck out now. She hadn't had sex in two years since Dina traumatized her with the worst break-up possible, and you're one of the hottest girls she's ever seen. Plus, she is only an hour away from you.

Jesse laughs when she rants to him about the whole thing.

"So you've got a fine ass girl offering to have sex with you? What's the problem?"

Ellie scoffs and gives him a glare, but there isn't any true malice. "That's the problem, idiot! She is way hotter than me. Plus, I haven't even had any practice in so long. What if I can't make her cum? What if I embarrass myself on live in front of both of our fan-"

"C'mon man, you gotta get out of your head about this. Does she seem nice?"

Ellie nods.

Jesse sighs, and slightly softens his tough-love look. "Look, she is probably just as nervous as you are. Give yourself a break, and go have fun with the pretty femme girl."

★ Camgirl Ellie who shows up at your apartment a little earlier than she meant to. She didn't mean to speed, but she was nervous on the road, anxiously tapping the steering wheel.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is greeted by you in a robe and what she assumes is going to be either nothing or lingerie underneath. That makes her heart beat even faster. She feels like she's gonna puke from how nervous she is, you're even more gorgeous up close.

★ Camgirl Ellie who takes in your bedroom compared to her own small apartment's bedroom. You've got posters covering your walls of various artists like PinkPantheress and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts; your bedsheets match your whole feminine vibe, and you have a whole camera set up with a stand. There's a box with a harness and different sizes of dildos inside of it. All of this is making Ellie even more nervous, like, shit her pants nervous.

You seem to take notice of her nerves, because you have clear concern on your face as you guide her to sit on your bed.

"You okay, Ellie?" voice so sweet and soothing, it could make her heart stop.

"Yeah..I'm okay.." she sighs, and anxiously chews on her lip, "I'm just like, me.. and you're super hot and all-"

Ellie's self-doubt is choked off when you cup her face, leaning in. "Do you know why I donated?"

"Why?" Ellie sounds shaky, a little confused on where this is going.

You give her a sweet smile, your glossy lips catching the ceiling light. You lean in even closer so that you can speak quietly, intimately. "I thought that you were easily one of the hottest camgirls I've ever seen on the website."

Ellie's eyebrows shoot up at that. "No fuckin' way you think that.."

Your smile doesn't falter, and you lean in even closer. "I do. I want you to fuck me, Ellie."

★ Camgirl Ellie who didn't know how passionately one could eat a pussy until she got a taste of yours. With the camera all set up and the live on, viewers roll in quickly at the promise of a collab between their two favorite lesbian camgirls. Ellie never forgot about the camera when it came to her solo steams, but you just have an effect on her that makes her head dizzy and her pussy throb, and all of a sudden she has her tongue deep in your wet pussy, alternating between tonguing your holes and tasting your clit. You're sprawled out on your bed, completely naked with Ellie between your thighs, and your moans are even louder than usual. They're angelic sounds that make the comments roll in like crazy.

dykeluvr69 commented: ellie eats pussy like a madman and i am so jealous rn

andersonabs33 commented: she's too sloppy with it, slow tf down girl.

This time, Ellie is far too blissed out devouring you to even pull away and tell the troll to fuck off.

"Mmmph, pussy tastes so fuckin' good.." You can't make out her muffled declaration, but the vibrations on your clit have you creaming for her.

Your pussy just sings for her. Three orgasms in, and she hasn't even used the strap she's wearing yet. She wants to savor every soft whimper you make when she nibbles on your neck before making out with you, tongue shoving into your mouth so that you can take your own perfect pussy on her tongue.

★ Camgirl Ellie whose fingers curl inside of you relentlessly, pumping into you, coaxing out orgasms like it's nothing. To her though, it is truly everything. You cry like you're pleading for her to never stop. It feels like hours that she's been tending to the perfect cunt you've got between your legs, and she doesn't know where she even learned half of the shit she's done. It isn't too hard to please you when she craves your sounds, though. She craves the feeling of your thighs squeezing the apples of her cheeks, making her lightheaded.

★ Camgirl Ellie who saves best for last, finally rubbing girthy silicone against your clit, making you whine in the process. That sound goes straight to her clit.

She grins with a newfound confidence, one she think that she has been given from a witchy ritual or something, not lesbian camgirl sex.

"You want me to fuck you good, baby? Fuck you 'till you squirt on my dick like you made me squirt?"

"Please, fuck, Ellie..." You're babbling nonsense at this point, legs spread wide and knees almost to your ears at you nearly sob for her dick.

"C'mon mamas, I wanna hear you beg for me." She taps the tip against your clit repeatedly, holding you down by the back your thighs to keep you from trying to squirm for more.

"Please, Ellie!! Fuck me, make me cum. I want your dick."

Ellie groans as she finally parts your soaked folds with the tip, sinking into your heat slowly as to not hurt you, but she soon finds that your walls are just swallowing her completely. All that foreplay must've really paid off.

★ Camgirl Ellie who practically goes from a nervous wreck to a pornstar in a matter of minutes, because she insists that she can feel how tight you are around her huge dick.

"Fuck, baby. Gonna fuck this pussy so good, gonna make you scream my name." She manhandles your legs around her waist so that she can hold your hips while she pounds into you, creating a whole bonfire of heat in your pussy.

"Feel you so deep in me, Ellie!" You almost break when she starts leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"Yeah? Gonna make you feel me in your tummy, mamas. Gonna put a baby in you." Where in the hell did that come from? You both roll with it, if not getting even more riled up by the idea of Ellie cumming in you and knocking you up.

"Please, Ellie. 'm g-gonna cum for you-" before you can finally have your orgasm, it's ripped away as she pulls out of you. You can't even protest or make a loud whine before Ellie is flipping you onto your stomach, frantic to tuck one of your pink pillows underneath your tummy. She lines back up with your sloppy hole, slamming back into it to earn herself an actual sob from you.

You cry into the pillow, not from pain at all. No, this is probably one of the best fucks you've ever had in your life. Ellie doesn't start slow again but rather pistons her hips into yours, bony hips slamming into the fat of your ass upon each thrust until you finally get the intense orgasm you need.

"Pleaseknockmeup-" you cum with a broken cry, a couple euphoric tears streaming down your face. Your poor bedsheets, all soaked from you and Ellie's pussies and your tears. At this angle with the pillow raising you, you believe you can truly feel Ellie all up in your stomach. The waves are more like knots of a rope being snapped in half deep inside of you, and Ellie only keeps you riding the pleasure with her little sloppy grunts audible behind you.

Ellie groans as the friction to her own clit is vastly more intense with each grind to meet your body, and now she is humping your ass to get herself off. After she cums with a "gonna fucking cum in this pussy", she goes limp on top of you, her sweaty body covering yours, her tits pressed against your back in a way that is more comforting than arousing now.

★ Camgirl Ellie and you who entirely forget about the live and fall asleep in your bed together, snuggled up with you the big spoon, and the cum-coated strap on thrown somewhere across the room. Your bodies are flush against each other and your hands are wrapped around Ellie’s stomach, holding her closely.

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: aw this is actually kind of cute

pixiestickpussy commented: i wanna be sandwiched between them wtf

limpbizkitsbitch commented: ts gonna be awkward when they wake up

andersonabs33: quit being a miserable bitch

limpbizkitsbitch: ironic coming from you🌝

andersonabs33 has left the live. Bye!

[elliespaceoddity]

women with ellie williams aura have me on my knees

(adele haenel, marie-sophie ferdane, emily engstler, julien baker)

[elliespaceoddity]

tell me these arent the same picture !!!

#needthat

[elliespaceoddity]

someone write smth about her in going crazy

marie sophie ferdane can dick me down whenever she wants tbh

[elliespaceoddity]

she is so charming

my loveeee

[elliespaceoddity]

i cant believe u did my ask tysmmm<33

this is so fucking cute i love this so muchhhh ughhh

immmmmm going insane thinking about this 😿😿😿 loser!ellie that would randomly say to u after being staring for so long: “you’re so art deco”/ “you look like that part from Art Deco yk from lana del rey”

like out of nothing , then she would return to whatever tf she was doing🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

pookie this is so loser!ellie coded tbh

warnings: none

Ellie sat on your bed as her fingers strummed her guitar as she patiently waited for you.

Ellie sat in her own self pity because of tonight. You were going out and Ellie had to stay here. She wanted to keep you here with her but that would be selfish.

Ellie knew she was a selfish girl, especially when it came to you, but she knew you needed the break. It would only be a few hours and then you'd be home soon, in Ellie's arms.

Whatever you want you'd get. And if you wanted a night out without Ellie, you would get it.

Ellie quietly hummed when she heard the shower turn off, her eyes lingered at the door waiting for you to walk out, her fingers stilled waiting in suspense.

The opened and hot steam seeped out of the room, and you walked out in all your glory.

Your hair was still dripping, leaving water droplets wherever you walked. Your body was covered in a white towel. You looked so pretty and relaxed, and as you entered the room the scent of your body wash consumed Ellie's senses.

"Hi els" you muttered when you noticed her eyes on you.

You heard her audibly gulp, before she looked back down at her guitar and replying with a simple “hi”.

You smiled at her shyness before you walked towards your vanity. You were going out tonight, you’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks, finally getting a break from your shitty job.

You deserved tonight.

Ellie knew she was being a perv, and this was definitely creepy but how could she look away when you looked like that.

She silently watched as you did your hair, she watched as you walked around the room choosing an outfit, She watched the way the water droplets on your shoulders went dry.

She shouldn’t be staring. That’s creepy, but how could you expect her to look away when you look like that.

god you were making this hard for her.

"You look like that one Lana Del Ray song"

"huh?"

Ellie's face turned read, she felt sweaty, her heart was going to explode out of her chest.

She wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.

Fuck.

"What did you say Ellie?"

She gulped once again before shyly meeting your gaze: "you look like that one Lana Del Rey song" "Which one els?"

Ellie looked away and you walked towards her, placing your hand under her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"Tell me Ellie"

god you made her feel so small

"Um art deco….. yeah you're so art deco"

a small appeared on your face as you let go of her chin.

"thank you els... you think I look that pretty to be compared to a Lana song?"

"you're the prettiest, but right now, in this moment you look like that song. You could never be compared to anything because there's nothing that describes your beauty. I will never know how to describe you, but through music... it describes like- like a glimpse of what you look like"

When Ellie eventually met your gaze, you stood there jaw dropped.

"Anyway you should continue getting ready" Ellie shrugged, before she brought her fingers back to her guitar.

How could she say something like that and just go back to playing her guitar as if nothing happened?

You slowly walked back to your vanity as you looked at her through your mirror. You heard her play the melody of art deco and a smile spread onto your face as you went back to doing your makeup.

Ellie looked up from where she was playing to look at you do your makeup.

Both of you had the same thought:

How did you get so lucky?

[elliespaceoddity]

flashback ellie (??)

enormous hands

look at her pretty veiny hands🤤

credits: me

[elliespaceoddity]

HANDS

ellie’s hands doin' their thing🤟🤟

credits: me

[elliespaceoddity]

bellísima🧡

she’s so pretty it hurts 😙😗😗 baby im yoursssss baby im yourss baby im yourss

i took this shots myself guys uhhh😅😅

credits: me

[elliespaceoddity]

what kind of demonic pact do I have to partake in to get myself a masc that isn't a player or toxic or in a relationship or comphet or emotionally unavailable or

[elliespaceoddity]

THE WAY MY MOUTH DROPPED EVEN FROM THE START

😦😦😦

anyways this was really good omg i dont have words

house wife reader x mean ellie 👀 ellie works long hours on the weekdays and takes out all of her anger on her docile wife who cooks all her meals, does all of her laundry, cleans the entire house, and make sure ellie’s satisfied 24/7.

Satisfied - (ellie williams x housewife reader)

hi anon! mean ellie? hell yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I added my own twist. I hope you enjoy &lt;3

Pairing: mean ellie x housewife fem!reader

requests are open, feel free to leave one!

HUGE warnings: toxic relationships, murder, gore, violence

Summary: in which you were the perfect housewife

authors note: I'm literally trying to empty out my request inbox, so be ready because there's a bunch of fics coming your way!

"so when last have you seen her?" The police officer asked as he sat across you.

"well she went out yesterday and she never came back"

you saw him look at you and Ellie's house as he was taking notes.

"Any arguments?"

"No"

once again you saw the pen write something on some paper. You wanted to know what exactly he was writing about.

What was talking him so long? You wanted him to fucking leave.

"Thank you for answering these questions, we'll call if we need anything else" the officer said as he stood up.

"Thank you for your hard work! Do I need to walk you out?" You asked with smile

"no, I'll show myself out" was all he said as he walked towards the front door.

As soon as he was out of sight you got up and ran to window to check if he was gone. You watched his car pull out the driveway, and you let out a sigh of relief.

fucking finally.

You ran to you and Ellie's shared room, and between heavy breathes you said "she almost caught us baby".

You walked towards the bed, where Ellie's decomposing body lay. Flies circled her body, her skin was pale and cold to the touch.

You put some of her hair behind her ear "it's ok now, they'll never catch us" you whispered

You loved Ellie. And you would anything for you. Anything including quitting your job and becoming her housewife.

In the beginning you hated it, staying home, cooking, cleaning. But when Ellie praised you, you fucking loved it.

And soon after you became the stereotypical housewife. Cute outfits, aprons that matched whatever you wore. You always woke up before her, to prepare her favorite breakfast. You cooked her dinner.

You fucking did everything.

The two of you were happy. Until Ellie got a promotion. She got more work, the pressure was getting worse for the poor girl.

Ellie came home late and most nights she barley even slept. You tried supporting your wife as best you could. You tried cleaning the house before she came come. You did all her laundry, you even chose her outfits most days.

But it was never enough for her.

One night you cooked Ellie's favorite meal. A prideful smile was on your lips as you put the plate in front of her.

This would cheer her up. You knew it would.

Ellie glanced down at the plate, and she looked back at you. The dark circles under her eyes looked even darker than they did yesterday.

"You are so fucking pathetic" she started.

"I work all fucking day to come to this shit? And look, this table is dusty" she added.

Ellie got up from where she was sitting and she threw the plate filled with food onto the floor. "You have cleaning to do, and don't fucking serve this shit again" she walked out of the dining room and you sat there mouth agape.

This was the first time she's ever said anything like that to you. You sobbed in the kitchen that night. You felt sick to your stomach.

Everything you did was for Ellie and for the first time she wasn't satisfied with you.

Your main mission in life became to serve. To serve her. But what do you do when the one you did everything for, wasn't satisfied?

The next morning you woke up bright and early, and you cooked Ellie a widespread of breakfast. Fruit salad, bacon, eggs pancakes and so much more decorated the table.

You heard the bedroom door open and you saw her walk out, she glanced at the table

"I'm not hungry" was all she said and she walked out the front door.

You were shattered.

Since that day everything you did was wrong.

You couldn't clean right.

Her fingers ran along the cupboard, and she looked at you with a frown.

"Can you not clean right? Should i get a maid? Because you cant do shit"

you couldn't do the laundry right.

you stood in the doorway watching Ellie fit on her suit. She looked herself in the mirror before she made eye contact with you.

"It's still wrinkled and there's a stain" she pointed out.

"fix it" was all she said before she threw the clothes on the floor.

You couldn't even cook right.

Ellie only had one spoon of her food before she pushed her plate to the side

"what's wrong?" you asked

"this is disgusting"

it hurts. Every insult Ellie hurled at you hurt.

You knew she was stressed but it didn't give her the right to take her stress out on you.

One night you tried talking to Ellie. But she didn't want to. She didn't have energy for this.

"Don't you have a house to clean? Oh wait you can't even do that right" she said through a chuckle.

You snapped.

You let out a scream as you grabbed the lamp on your side of the bed. You jumped onto the bed, and you shit her over and over again.

"I"

*hit

"am"

*hit

"the perfect"

*hit

"housewife" you yelled.

Blood littered the walls, and your hands. Heavy breathes left your mouth as you looked at the scene.

"Oh Ellie I'm sorry! This room is filthy! I'll clean it"

you scrubbed the walls, you changed the bedding and you gave her a bath.

Everything was back to normal. It was all clean.

You looked at her decomposing body. She looked peaceful and she wasn't being mean anymore.

This was the girl you fell in love with.

You gave her a kiss on the forehead before you muttered "its time for breakfast" and you left the room to start making your girl breakfast.

You weren't sure how long you were going to get away with this, but for the time being you were happy.

She was better dead anyway.

[elliespaceoddity]

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