meowsaaa

[meowsaaa]

soft morning(nsfw)

Ellie Williams x reader

The morning was quiet—just how you both liked it. Outside the cabin, snow layered the ground like powdered sugar, muffling the world beyond the frost-lined windows. You stirred faintly under the thick quilt, catching the scent of something… off.

Burnt?

You blinked, slowly sitting up.

“Shit—shit, shit!” you heard Ellie mutter from the small kitchenette.

Curious and concerned, you slipped out of bed, tugging a sweater over your head as you walked over to find Ellie standing in front of the stove, frantically waving a dish towel at a blackened slice of toast. A small skillet of what once might have been scrambled eggs sizzled on low, now more rubber than food.

“Ellie?” you asked, suppressing a laugh.

She jumped slightly. “Hey! Uh—good morning?” She looked guilty as hell, her freckled face flushed redder than the jam she was trying to use to salvage the toast.

“I was trying to make you breakfast,” she said, staring down at the mess. “Wanted to surprise you. Turns out… I’m garbage at eggs.”

You stepped closer, gently taking the scorched toast from her hands and placing it on a plate.

“Well,” you said with a warm smile, “you did surprise me.”

Ellie groaned, burying her face in your shoulder. “I suck.”

“No, you don’t.” You wrapped your arms around her waist, feeling her lean into you. “It’s sweet. Even if it’s… extremely crispy.”

She huffed a soft laugh against your neck.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you,” she murmured.

You tilted her chin up gently. “You did. You always do.”

Ellie looked at you, eyes soft but darkening. Her hands slid under your sweater, calloused fingers against warm skin. “Maybe I should stick to what I am good at…”

You felt her lips brush just under your jaw, slow and deliberate.

“And what’s that?” you whispered, heart already thudding.

She smirked, her breath hot as she leaned in. “Making you feel good.”

You didn’t need more convincing. The cold morning was quickly forgotten as her lips found yours, insistent and needy. She backed you into the counter, her hands wandering with growing urgency, the smell of burnt breakfast now replaced by the heat building between your bodies.

Your shirt was gone in seconds. Ellie’s hoodie followed, revealing the curve of her shoulder and the inked vines twisting along her arm. She kissed you again, deeper this time, hips pressed to yours.

“You always taste better than any breakfast,” she murmured, lips brushing your ear.

You pulled her closer, tugging her waistband with a grin. “Then come and eat.”

She grinned back—feral, affectionate, completely yours.

……..

The charred toast was long forgotten. What started as a breakfast fail had turned into something else entirely — something hungry, electric, and inevitable.

You were backed against the kitchen counter, Ellie’s mouth hot and insistent against yours, tasting like burnt jam and desperation. Her fingers found your waist, gripping tight like she was grounding herself, like she was starving for you.

“God, you drive me fuckin’ crazy,” she whispered into your mouth, voice ragged.

You gasped softly as her thigh slid between your legs, pressing up. Her hand came up to your throat, fingers curling loosely around it — not enough to stop your breath, but enough to make your pulse thrum wildly under her touch.

“You like that, huh?” she rasped, smirking, pupils blown. “Knew you were filthy.”

You met her gaze, eyes defiant, lips parted. “Takes one to know one.”

Ellie’s laugh cracked the tension for just a second — dark and amused. “Oh, I’m disgusting,” she said, pushing her thigh harder between your legs. “Want me to tell you what kind of pathetic little thing you look like right now?”

You moaned, hips bucking into her leg instinctively.

“Oh yeah,” she breathed. “Look at you — already so fuckin’ needy. All I did was kiss you. Didn’t even touch that pretty pussy yet, and you’re already shaking.”

Her hand tightened slightly on your throat, just enough to make your knees weak.

“Ellie…” you whispered.

“I should make you beg for it,” she growled, kissing down your neck. “Make you say please like a good fuckin’ girl.”

But then she hesitated — just a flicker — and her grip loosened.

Her lips hovered against your jaw. “You want me to stop?” she asked, voice quieter now. “I mean it.”

You shook your head, heart racing. “No. Don’t stop.”

That’s all it took.

She kissed you hard, desperate again. Her other hand slipped beneath your shirt, tugging it over your head, exposing soft skin to the cool cabin air. Her mouth was on your chest in seconds, biting just enough to leave a mark — hers.

When you gasped, she looked up through her lashes, wicked and wanting. “So easy to ruin you.”

You tugged at her hoodie, and she let you pull it off, revealing the tank top beneath, her arms inked and trembling slightly with restraint. You reached for her, but she grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Oh no, baby,” she said with a smirk, pressing her body flush to yours. “I’m in charge right now.”

You whimpered, legs parting instinctively. She ground against you slow, letting you feel everything — the friction, the heat, the ache.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she muttered, kissing down to your stomach. “Bet you’re dripping.”

You were.

She dropped to her knees, pulling down your panties with a little growl of approval. “Look at this mess,” she said, running a teasing finger through your folds. “What a needy fuckin’ slut.”

The word hit you like lightning — filthy, raw, perfect.

She licked you slow, tongue flattening over your clit just once, deliberately. You cried out, but she pulled back, smug.

“Oh, you liked that.” She slapped the inside of your thigh lightly. “Too bad I’m gonna edge you until you’re crying.”

And she did.

She worked you slowly, licking and sucking in cruel little patterns, dragging you right to the edge over and over until you were pleading — breathless, broken, aching.

“Ellie, please— I need to—”

“You need to what?” she asked, chin wet with you, eyes blown wide. “Say it.”

“Need to come,” you whispered. “Please.”

She grinned like the devil. “Now that’s more like it.”

She stood, kissed you again — messy, tasting like you — and pressed her hand between your legs. Her fingers slid in, perfectly curved, her other hand wrapping around your throat again.

“Cum for me,” she commanded, breath hot. “Cum like the pathetic, desperate little girl you are.”

You shattered.

Your whole body shook, thighs clenched around her hand, mouth falling open in a soundless scream as she held you through it — murmuring filth and praise into your ear while you came undone.

Afterward, she caught you, arms suddenly tender, pulling you into her chest.

“You good?” she asked softly, kissing your temple.

You nodded, still breathless.

Ellie laughed again, that teasing smirk returning.

“Guess I’m better at making you wet than eggs.”

You snorted, face buried against her collarbone. “Ellie.”

She held you tighter. “But next time? You’re cooking.”

meowwwsaaa

[meowsaaa]

thinking abt soft!dom abby (the weed is kicking my ass again yall know i get my best thoughts when im high)

- how she’d be so gentle even when she’s fucking your brains out. her fingers moving so fast inside of you that it was downright filthy but her words did a whole 180°

- “does that feel good, baby?”

- “you’re so perfect, got the prettiest pussy ever,” she’d whisper into your ear softly, all while assaulting your g-spot. she held your legs open as they shook, her chest pressing into your back as she worked. “so fucking pretty.”

- along with praise, she’d always talk you through your climax. her soft tone easily grounded you when you felt like it was all too much to handle. “atta fucking girl,” she’d whisper into your ear when you finally came. “you did such a good job f’me,” she’d coo before pressing a few soft kisses along your neck.

- don’t get me started on a sweet lil scissoring session

- “you feel s’good, baby,” she’d practically moan out from her spot on top of you, her hips grinding eagerly into yours. her hands would probably either be tangled in your braids or softly rubbing up and down your sides. her calloused hands sent shivers down your spine which only heightened your pleasure.

- abby would be suchhh a sucker for saying ‘i love you’ during sex

- “such a good girl f’me,” she’d praise as you obediently kept your arms at your sides while she ate you out. “i love you,” she’d press a kiss to your inner thigh before quickly going back to eating your soul out of your body. “love you s’fucking much.”

- abby’s def a gentle giant but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be able to put you in your place..

- whenever you got super bratty abby would just edge you with your favorite vibrator until you apologized. maybe even until you cried.

- “say you’re sorry and i’ll stop, baby,” she’d say softly, “you know i hate to have to be mean, but you can’t disrespect me like that.” her soft tone almost, almost made you forget about the tears rolling down your face from how many times you’ve had your release so close, but yet so far.

- you’d always apologize, every single time.

[meowsaaa]

(streamer)Ellie Willams x reader

Ellie Williams is a menace online.

Not in a toxic gamer bro way, more like a screams when she dies in-game but still calls you “bro” when you flirt with her kind of way. Her Twitch streams are chaotic, loud, and deeply unserious—her overlay is just her cam, a rotating image of a frog with a knife, and a donation goal labeled “fund my emotional damage (or my snacks)”.

Tonight, she’s streaming late. Just chatting. Hoodie on. Hair messy. Energy: feral and sleepy.

And you’re in her chat, like always.

you: ur hoodie is swallowing you lmao

ellie_w: good. im trying to disappear

you: u should disappear into my arms

[ellie_w has muted her mic]

[chat]: 💀💀💀💀

The second your message hits, her face on cam drops. She smacks the mute button so fast she nearly spills her drink. But the damage is done—chat is already going feral.

chat: “Y/N SAID SIT ON MY LAP RN”

chat: “ellie.exe has stopped working”

chat: “SOMEONE SCREENSHOT HER FACE RN”

She un-mutes five seconds later, face flushed, voice cracking.

“You guys are—no. I’m not doing this. I’m not—”

“I’m literally just here to vibe and now I’m getting cyberbullied in my own stream.”

She tries to recover. She fails.

Later, you end up in a Discord call with her.

Ellie’s cam is off. Yours is on. She’s just a little icon on your screen, trying to sound cool while failing miserably.

“So like… do you flirt with everyone like that? Or am I just—special or whatever?”

You smirk. “You want to be special?”

She goes quiet.

“Shut up,” she mumbles. “You’re not funny.”

“You’re actually the worst person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re blushing again, aren’t you?”

“I hate you.”

You can hear the grin in her voice.

“But like… in a gay way.”

Eventually she does turn her cam on again.

It’s just her, hoodie still too big, eyes soft now. No chat, no chaos. Just the two of you. You smile at her screen and say:

“Hey, streamer girl.”

And she just melts. Quietly. Sweetly.

“Hey, heartbreaker.”

It’s been two weeks since The Incident™ on stream. Two weeks since Ellie muted herself mid-flirt and almost combusted in front of 800 people.

Now? You’re dating. Softly. Secretly.

Okay, not that secretly—you’ve been falling asleep on Discord together and calling each other “dumb” in the most affectionate ways possible.

But Twitch chat? They don’t know. Yet.

⸻

Stream Night

Ellie’s live again. It’s a chill Stardew Valley stream this time, hoodie sleeves over her hands, thumb ring glinting as she fishes in-game with one hand and sips out of her Garfield mug with the other.

“I swear to god if I catch one more algae I’m gonna—”

Ping. You’ve joined the call mid-stream. Ellie flinches like she’s been caught doing something illegal.

“OH—uh, hey,” she says, cracking her knuckles nervously.

“Didn’t think you’d—um. You’re here.”

chat: “👀👀👀”

chat: “IS THAT Y/N???”

chat: “oh we back in the BLUSH ARC”

You: “Why do you sound like I caught you cheating?”

“Because you did,” she says flatly.

“I married Sebastian in-game and I’m pretty sure that’s polyamory.”

⸻

As the stream goes on, Ellie’s trying so hard to act normal.

You’re in her ear the whole time, laughing at her rage-fishing and saying stuff like:

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I’d still date you even if your farm layout is trash.”

“That hoodie’s mine now btw.”

Ellie is unwell. And it’s very visible.

Ml

Chat Is Onto Her

At one point, you hear her typing mid-stream.

Then a new label pops up on screen. A little tag under her cam.

“call with: not my gf (shut up)”

chat: “OH SHE’S IN LOVE”

chat: “not my gf???? girl you’re not slick”

chat: “SOFT LAUNCH ACHIEVED ✅”

Ellie tries to play it off, voice light:

“Shut up, we’re just… talking. Besties. Bros. Y’know.”

You: “Oh, absolutely. I definitely kiss all my bros on the mouth.”

Ellie short-circuits.

“I—bro—chat ban them. Mods. Ban my girlfriend. I can’t do this.”

Right before the stream ends, she sighs.

Camera still on. Face pink. Eyes soft.

“Okay. I’m not saying anything. But if I were seeing someone—hypothetically—it’d be someone who’s been in my streams for a long time.”

“Someone who bullies me but also tells me I’m cute.”

“Someone who stole my hoodie and thinks I didn’t notice.”

You: “You literally told me to take it—”

“Shhh. I’m being romantic.”

“Anyway. You guys don’t get a name. Or a face. But they’re here. And they’re mine.”

The stream ends with that. No warning. Just an unplugging of emotion, mid-simp.

You get a message 3 seconds later:

ellie_w: did i just soft launch you

ellie_w: did i just GAY PANIC ON STREAM

ellie_w: i hate you (lovingly)

You reply:

you: you’re lucky you’re hot

you: also ur hoodie smells like you and i’m keeping it forever

ellie_w: …i’m never getting that hoodie back am i

you: nope. but you can come get it

ellie_w is typing…

[meowsaaa]

ELLIE WILLAMS HEADCANNONSSSS🫵👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

refuses to text back but will send you a meme she saved 3 weeks ago and act like that makes up for it

“me? ignoring you? no. i was busy trying to catch a squirrel and thinking about mortality. here’s a frog in a cowboy hat.”

owns exactly 6 hoodies and all of them are slightly cursed

one says “don’t talk to me i’m dead inside” in Comic Sans and she wears it when she’s sad. another one says “plant dad” and she’s never explained it.

makes playlists with names like “knife girl autumn” or “songs to cry in a gas station bathroom to”

if she ever makes you one? it means you’re her favorite person alive. she will never admit that.

emotionally damaged but weirdly good with kids and animals??

kids think she’s cool because she teaches them how to whistle and climb stuff. dogs just straight-up follow her around. she acts annoyed but is secretly obsessed with it.

plays guitar and sings but only when she thinks no one’s listening

if you catch her mid-song she’ll immediately stop, look at you like you just committed a war crime, and be like “why are you looking at me like that bro go away??”

absolutely has a weird little mug collection

found a chipped Garfield mug in a collapsed diner once and called it “my emotional support beverage vessel.” drinks cold tea out of it like it’s holy water.

pretends not to care but gets all soft when someone does something nice for her

like you hand her a jacket because she’s cold and she’s like “ew okay simp” but she doesn’t take it off the whole night and sleeps in it.

says stuff like “ew feelings” but once told you “i think you’re the only person who makes the world feel less shitty” and then changed the subject to bugs

. definitely has ✨gay panic✨ at least once a week

“i don’t even like her like that” — Ellie, five seconds after writing a whole-ass love song and spiraling because the girl smiled at her

will 100% fight a man twice her size but cries if you compliment her eyebrows

“shut up. whatever. thanks. you’re dumb.”

…walks away smiling like a loser.