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[softrosekisses]

warnings. farm hand!ellie, farmer’s daughter!reader, dom!ellie, bratty!reader, pure smut (rough-ish sex, use of strap-on, spanking, light degradation, squirting), ellie refers to her strap-on as ‘her cock’

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mdni.

thinking about farm hand!ellie…

you’re the pretty farmer’s daughter and she’s the farm hand your father hired to help out with some of the things he can no longer do at his age. they’re simple tasks, things like milking the cows, cleaning the pens, watering the crops.

but you — god, you make the job ten times more difficult. you’re always there, prancing around the farm in tiny little skirts that ride right up your ass whenever you lean over, flashing ellie your panties as you pretend to be laser focused on inspecting how the freshly planted produce are coming along, paired with the tightest crop tops known to man that you never bother wearing a bra with, your nipples hard and inviting as they poke through the shirts.

you don’t even close the bathroom window when you’re showering either, knowing full well that it overlooks the field right where ellie is working, giving her a perfect view of the water sliding over your smooth, naked body, purposefully putting on a show for her by lathering your tits in body wash or pretending to drop the soap, slowly bending down to pick it up, your glistening pussy lips peeking out from behind your ass.

you’re a little tease, and you damn well know it. whenever you catch ellie watching you, you shoot her a wink or blow her a kiss, not bothering to cover yourself or fix your clothes, uncaring that she can see practically everything. she knows you like the attention; you like the way she reacts to you, the way she constantly looks like she’s on the verge of losing control around you, just one step away from taking you in the pumpkin patch and fucking that bratty streak out of you.

and don’t get ellie wrong, she tries her best to ignore it at first. she’s here to work, not play games. she’ll dig her heels into whatever task she’s doing; trying not to nick her fingers when she’s shearing the sheep and she suddenly catches a glimpse of you skipping past on your way to the stables, going full commando under your dress that the breeze graciously causes to flutter up; trying not to outright stare when you’re hanging the washing and purposefully peg your skimpiest pair of panties right above ellie’s head, the fabric smelling of lavender and roses, a scent that makes her clit throb.

(she always ends up stealing them off the washing line when you’re not looking and tucking them away in her back pocket to get off to later, pretending that it’s actually you she’s grinding her pussy against and not just the now soaked fabric of your panties.)

but as the days pass, it gets harder and harder to ignore you, to act like what you’re doing isn’t affecting her. wherever ellie is, you’re not far behind. whether she’s stacking barrels of hay, feeding the livestock, or mending a hole in the chicken wire, you’re right there with her. and as much as ellie tries not to let her mind wander, her thoughts are never on work when you’re around; they’re on you.

she ends up fucking you in your room one day when your father goes into town to pick up a few things. it’s one of very few times she’s been inside your house, because your father doesn’t like her trekking mud through the halls after she’s been outside working all day. she had been looking for the bathroom when she passed by your room, where the loud sound of moans and whimpers were coming from. unable to stop herself, she’d looked in, and there you were — on your bed, knees drawn and spread, two fingers pumping rhythmically in and out of your pussy.

ellie was about to walk away, reminding herself that you’re the daughter of her somewhat boss, but that was when you’d looked up and seen her, and with a teasing smile, you’d tilted your head, batted those pretty lashes, and purred “why don’t you come help me, ellie? i bet yours would feel so much better…”

that did it. that crossed the line. and now—

she’s practically splitting you open on her strap, the curved tip of it slamming against your cervix and sending bursts of pleasure up your spine, her sweaty chest pressed against your even sweatier back. there’s nothing gentle about it. this is her getting back at you; finally teaching you a lesson for how much you’ve been pushing her buttons.

“this what you wanted, huh?” ellie growls in your ear, delivering a firm smack to your ass that has you squealing and rutting back against her. “this why you’ve been acting like such a needy fuckin’ slut? think i don’t know what you’ve been doing? if you wanted me to fuck you so badly, you should’ve just asked.”

the hand on your ass moves around to your front, finding your clit — red, swollen, and crying out for attention — and giving it a hard pinch between her middle and pointer finger, making you gasp sharply, before soothing it over with some quick, gentle rubs of her thumb.

“n-not a slut, els,” you pant out. “just… just wanted your attention… ngnhh.”

“that right?” ellie rasps. “well, you’ve got it now, baby. you’ve fuckin’ got it alright.”

she pushes down on the middle of your back, causing your knees to give out beneath you and your body to slump forward so that your chest is pressed against the mattress, face squishing into the pillows. ellie’s fingers dig into your hips, lifting them higher for her, her strap rabbiting in and out of your pussy at a pace that makes your head spin, like she’s seriously trying to rearrange your guts.

“ellie, ellie, ellie,” you mewl, eyes rolling back. “gonna— gonna cum. oh god...”

“no, the fuck you’re not,” ellie hisses, slapping your ass again, squeezing the fat of it firmly in her hands just for good measure. “not till i fucking say you can. slut.”

she pulls out then, and your pussy tries to protest by tightening around her strap as she moves back, the wet pop of your pussy reluctantly releasing her echoing through the room. you glance over your shoulder at her, face twisted into a desperate look, eyes begging with her not to leave you on the edge like this.

“ellie, please—”

she grabs you by the waist and flips you onto your back, then tugs you up and forward until you’re straddling her, your sticky folds sliding over the glossy tip of her strap, bumping against that swollen bundle of nerves at the top of your pussy entrance. “there we go,” ellie murmurs, more to herself than to you. “you’re gonna do the work now, baby. make it up to me for all your teasing.”

with a whine, you line yourself back up with her and sink down, both you and ellie letting out a low moan at the feeling of her filling you again, the bottom of ellie’s strap brushing deliciously against her own neglected clit. you grind against her desperately, no pausing or hesitating; just the pure, unbridled need to cum. ellie eyes the way your pussy swallows her up greedily, fitting so perfectly around her, tight like a glove, as if you can’t get enough.

“that’s it,” she hums approvingly. “ride me, baby. fuckin’ ride me. show me how bad you want it.”

you begin bouncing up and down on her strap so fast that the headboard slams against the wall. she groans, planting her feet flat on the bed so that her strap angles just right, reaching even deeper inside you, spearing you. a gasp flies from your lips and you throw your head back. ellie’s hands come up to cup your tits and play with your nipples. all the times she’s seen them poking through your shirts or silhouetted in the steamy bathroom window, now she’s finally getting the real thing.

“gonna cum, huh?” she breathes out, when your bouncing starts to get sloppier and your thighs begin to quiver. “gonna cream all over my cock, pretty girl?”

you nod frantically. “y-yes, ellie. oh, fuck, gonna—” you don’t even get to finish your sentence before you cum, mouth open in a silent scream, clenching around her strap, soaking your thighs, her abdomen, and the sheets beneath you in your release, pussy gushing like a waterfall. the force of your orgasm hits you so hard that you swear you nearly black out. you don’t even realize you’ve squirted until ellie chuckles and slaps your thigh, bringing you back into the moment.

“ffuckkkk, that’s it,” she mutters, still bouncing you, still chasing her own pleasure despite the fact that your overstimulated body has gone limp in her grasp. you’re too fucked out to be embarrassed by neither your pussy’s reaction nor the disgusting squelching sounds it makes each time ellie slams you down to the hilt. “squirting all over my cock like such a good girl. knew you had it in you.”

when she cums too, she holds you down on her strap for a good while longer, keeping the pressure of it against her clit and imagining for a moment that she’s filling you up with her cum. then she lets you off and smirks when you immediately collapse into a boneless pile next to her, curling into her side like a cat in the sun.

“s-so good,” you murmur, voice shaky and uneven, slowly coming down from your high, the thrumming between your thighs where her strap had just been lodged unrelenting, as if it’s shaped itself a home inside your womb. with a sigh, you bury your face in ellie’s neck, planting a soft kiss on her pulse-point. “that was so good, ellie.”

“yeah?” ellie responds, her hand coming down to spank your ass again, smirk widening at the little yelp you make into her neck. “you learned your lesson? gonna continue fucking with me or you gonna be a good girl from now on?”

you shake your head, though a small smile tugs at your lips. “gonna be a good girl for you, els. no more teasing, promise.”

“that’s what i thought.”

let’s just say — you’ve never been one to keep your promises. it’s not your fault ellie is so fun to mess with.

please do not steal, copy, translate or repost anywhere else ♡

[softrosekisses]

ellie's breeding strap

summary: ellie tries out the cum filled strap with you for the first time.

content: dommy mommy!ellie, sub!reader, breeding kink, cum filled strap, mention of reader ovulating, begging, praise, one (1) pussy slap, oral (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), horndog!ellie, desperate!reader

notes: giggling at how when i started writing this i was like ‘gonna keep this under 1k words!!’

(wc 2.0k)

"baby!" you hear ellie yell out, hearing her tone turn whiny. "are you almost done? come back, please." 

"yeah, i'm getting out now!" you pull the shower curtain open as your pruned fingers wrap around the faucet handle, the pitter-patter of the shower water slowing down to a stop. wet feet sinking into the shag rug just outside the tub, you wrap yourself in your towel and dab your skin dry, securing it under your arms. 

"there you are," ellie says, moving her gaze up from her phone to follow your covered figure as you make your way across the bedroom. her eyes briefly drop to the hem of your towel at your mid-thigh before moving back up to your head. she watches you rummage through the dresser and pull out a pair of clean underwear and one of her folded oversized t-shirts. 

"ugh, i hate showering but i love feeling clean." you place the underwear on the top of the dresser and unfold ellie's shirt to look at the design. without folding it up again, you drop it in the drawer and pull out another one of her shirts, again unfolding it and holding it up to examine it. "my phone says i’m ovulating today. wanna get me pregnant?" you joke, throwing a smile over your shoulder at her to see her head perched up against the headboard and her eyes zeroed in on you. 

"whoa," you shudder while turning your head back to face the shirt again. her gaze was almost predatory, and it made a warm feeling swirl in your stomach. "don't look at me like that." 

"like what?" she mutters, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up. 

you settle on this shirt and shut the drawer, pivoting to face her. "like that," you say, "like i'm a turkey leg. like you wanna eat me." you say the last part a bit quieter, intimidated by her stalking closer to you. you then become hyperaware of the single layer between your body and her, one that could very easily be discarded. 

ellie finally approaches you, her eyes flicking down to your exposed shoulders and then back up to your eyes. she raises her hand to grab a strand of hair, thumbing the wet lock and twirling it around her finger. 

"you're ovulating today," she echoes lowly, to herself more than to you. pulling her fingers back, she lets the hair fall to your shoulder and watches a drop of water trickle down from it. 

you try to appear unaffected, but your breath can't help but hitch at the cold drop of water falling down, eventually getting soaked up by your towel. 

ellie pushes your hair over your shoulder and wraps her hand around the back of your neck. she draws in and just lets her lips brush over yours, laughing at how you try to chase them as she pulls away a little. 

"oh, no, baby." she pulls your towel out from under where it was secured under your arm and lets it fall to your feet. your nipples immediately tighten at the wave of air and at her presence. you almost whine at how she hasn't looked down at your body yet, her gaze still fixed on your face. 

"get on the bed," she orders. 

your brain was fogged by lust, and you ask her to repeat herself. 

"get" —she steps aside to clear a path for you to lay on the middle of the mattress— "on the bed." 

you slowly walk towards the bed, one shy foot in front of the other, and ellie pushes on your shoulder when you stand about two steps from the bed, making you fold over onto the mattress. your knees slightly touched the floor, but your damp torso was spread across the cold sheets, your body wrapped around the edge of the bed in an "L" shape. 

you feel ellie's warm palms on your shoulders, tracing down your spine and down to your ass where she begins to roughly knead the fat. 

"mmmm," she groans, soaking up the way you squirm under her touch. she kneels down and spreads your ass cheeks to get a clear view of your cunt, puffy and crying for her. 

she presses a firm kiss to your neglected clit, and you jump, surprised by the sudden touch. sticking her tongue out, she licks a long, flat strip up from your clit to your pulsing hole. you push your hips back into her face and whine, chasing the pleasure from her mouth. 

ellie stands back up and harshly slaps your pussy, making you yelp out and close your thighs around her hand. her hand wraps around your left knee and quickly flips you over onto your back, now grabbing both knees and pushing you higher onto the bed by thrusting her hips into yours. 

"ellie," you breathlessly plead, needing more than what she was giving you. 

she climbs onto the bed to kneel in between your spread legs, your bare pussy so close to her clothed one. "yeah, baby?" 

simply whining, you lock your feet around her hips and pull her closer to you, the brief friction of her jeans on your clit making your eyes close. 

ellie drops a hand by your head and leans down to kiss your neck, sucking her way up to your lips into a messy kiss. she moans into it, her other hand trailing down to rub your thigh that was hugging her hips. she moves it down to your weeping cunt, just sliding three fingers up and down to gather your slick. your hips buck at the teasing, and you break the kiss in frustration, throwing your head back onto the sheets. 

"ask me to put my fingers in," ellie says, her eyes locked on yours. 

you lift your head back up to look at her. "i..." you try, but trail off into an embarrassed whine. 

she clicks her tongue. "come on, baby, use your words. i'm not doing it until you ask me." 

"please give me your fingers... inside, please," you murmur lowly and close your eyes, your face warming. ellie lets it slide because she needs this just as much as you, if not more. 

she dips her fingers into you and stops at her last knuckle, letting you adjust to it while her thumb rubs your clit. once you start getting restless, she pulls her fingers out and thrusts them back in, finding the rhythm that makes your moans the loudest. 

your eyes crack open to look at her, her eyes already on your face. "you look prettiest when i have you like this," she says, her eyes dropping down to watch how your pussy swallows her fingers in. 

keeping her fingers pumping inside you, she lowers her face down to your core and latches her lips onto your clit. your hips fly off the bed and you shriek, your hand flying up to your mouth to cover it. the duet of ellie's fingers rubbing your g-spot and her mouth violently sucking on your clit brings you to your climax embarrassingly fast. your hands shoot to her hair, pulling her head into you as you ride out your orgasm.  

ellie pulls her fingers out but continues to lap at you until you grow overstimulated and push her away. she kisses your stomach, then moves up to your lips to kiss them. you moan at how you can taste yourself on her lips, your cunt clenching at the thought. 

"i have something to try, i'll be back. don't let your hands trail down, yeah?" she drops one last kiss on your cheek, standing and making her way to the bathroom. you think about touching yourself while she's gone, but you quickly remember what she said and settle for just rubbing your nipples.  

after about two minutes, the bathroom door opens and out walks ellie with a new strap secured to her hips. she's ditched her shirt and sports bra, but her jeans and boxers are pushed down to her mid-thigh, seemingly just low enough for her to buckle the harness on without getting fully naked. as she walks closer, you examine it more. it's black, a little skinnier than the ones ellie normally uses, but this one is much longer. you notice a small hole at the very tip. 

"it's a breeding strap. remember how we were talking about it?" ellie says, closely watching your face to gauge your reaction. 

your pupils swell with lust, and you forget to verbally respond, instead dumbly nodding while still looking at the strap. 

she chuckles at your response, at your eagerness. "yeah?" 

"yeah," you breathe, opening your legs just slightly to not look so desperate, even though you were. 

ellie settles on the bed on her knees, lifting your legs and placing them on her thighs. she spits down onto the strap, pumping it with her hand to lube it up for you, and the sight makes your stomach tighten. 

rubbing the tip through your folds, she squeezes your thigh in confirmation. "you ready?" 

"yes," you respond breathlessly, your clit throbbing in anticipation. 

she grunts in response, pushing the tip inside. with the strap being skinnier, the stretch isn't too bad. by the time she normally bottoms out with other straps, though, she continues, and you look down in surprise, still seeing a good inch and a half left. the further she pushes in, the lower your jaw drops, a loud moan escaping your mouth once you finally feel her hair tickling your clit. 

"how you doing?" ellie asks, checking in on you. 

"yes, again. do it again." you move your body up so she can pull out faster and thrust in again. 

she smiles at how clearly you're enjoying this, and obeys. this time, she thrusts in quicker, forcing a gurgled whimper out of you. 

"fuck," she exhales. pulling out again, she settles at a faster pace, the tip deliciously prodding your cervix. 

it was clearly one of your more vocal days, your moans and whimpers bouncing off of every surface in the room, the wet slapping of your ass meeting ellie's thighs still audible. ellie only rarely got you so broken down like this so quickly, and she felt that dangerous swirling heat deep in her stomach, the base of the strap pushing on her clit at the perfect angle. 

"so deep," you manage to eke out. 

"i know, baby. so deep. gonna give you my kids, yeah?" her legs began to shake and she was starting to sound strained, telltale signs that she was getting close. she brought her hand in between the two of you to quickly rub your clit, and your moans somehow grow even louder. 

"i'm gonna cum," you basically whisper, unable to form a thought longer than five words. 

"you gonna cum?" ellie echoes and you rapidly nod. "say my name when you do." 

your moans become weak whimpers as you cum. "el- ell- fuck," you try twice and fail to say her name. her orgasm slams into her at how pathetic you sound, and her hand scrambles to squeeze the base of the strap, shooting warm cum deep into your cunt. the tightness in her stomach doubles at the sight of cum leaking out the sides of your pussy, the thought of her seed inside of you enough to make her moan. 

ellie collapses onto you, a twitching and panting mess. you lay lifeless underneath her, trying to regulate everything after a mind-numbing orgasm.  

"jesus fucking christ," she breathes out. 

you loosely throw your arms around ellie's back. "that was so good," you pant. "wanna order in?" 

"in, like, ten minutes. can't pull out yet, i gotta give it time to hold." 

i havent posted in like 2 months i think sorry my kittens. i like never post 2k words tho so stay well fed. also go drink some water bc i always forget

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[softrosekisses]

needy ellie that loves your tits so much

she needs to fuck them?

ellie williams x fem! reader!

cw; +18 content! minors dni!!, dove fucking (r! receiving), oral sex (e! receiving), face fucking (r! receiving), praise kink, use of good girl, cursing, cum play, cum eating, nipple and tit play, begging…

she’s kissing at them, tongue out as she laps at your nipples, long cold fingers groping at the fat of your tits in need, in hunger.

“perfect fucking tits.” she’d mutter, her pupils wide. “love your tits so much baby.” you’d tug at her hair, moaning at her touch and kisses. “want to fuck them so bad…” she muttered against your skin, a bruise on the swell of your breast.

you sighed, your back arching and mind reeling at the thought of her fucking your chest. “do it.” you breathed out, and her green fern eyes locked onto yours.

“yeah?” she inquired, her tongue drawing circles on your nipple, teasing you.

“yeah.” you whimpered. “fuck my tits, el.” she was quick to move then, taking off her tank top —leaving her beautiful and perky tits exposed to your hungry eyes— and getting on her knees, her fingers breaching her briefs to pull them down her lean thighs and throwing them onto the floor of your bedroom. she straddled you, making her way up to your chest until her mound stood right in front of you, her slick folds making your mouth water.

“you like it? like to see how wet you’ve got me?” two of her fingers came in between her thighs to part her folds and give you a better view of the mess her cunt had become. you moaned, nodding.

“want it on me, want you to come on me.” you bit down on your lip, arching your back in an attempt to bring her closer to your tits.

“yeah? you want me to cum on those pretty tits of yours baby? make a mess out of you?” you nodded.

“yes, please…” you sweetly begged, making her groan as her pussy pulsed.

“now, how can i say no to you when you ask for it like that?” you sighed at the feeling of her slick smearing itself on your chest as she sat on it, with a grunt snapping her hips against your breasts, moaning as her clit caught against one of your nipples. “fuuuck baby.” she sighed as she started to slowly rock her hips against you, sweet wet smacks of her cunt against your skin filling the room and your ears.

your hands came up to her own chest, playing with her tits, knowing how sensitive they were. the auburn haired moaned, her hands coming up to yours, squeezing them. you whined at the sight, needy to taste her, to make her feel good.

“use me.” you begged. she looked down at you. “please, use me.”

“you want me to use you, pretty?” you nodded, one of her hands coming down to your jaw, her thumb on your bottom lip. “then why don’t you open your mouth for me, hm? wanna ride your face for a little.” you were quick to pull out your tongue, showing it to her, eager for a taste. “look at you, so fucking needy…” she smirked, moving up slightly to take a seat on your mouth, moaning at the warmth, at the wetness… “good girl…” she breathily said, rocking her hips, fucking your face and mouth. “good fucking girl, fuck.” she cursed, her free hand coming to your hair as the other incited you to massage her breast, what you happily did as you sucked on her clit.

you hummed against her pussy, slurping up her juices, your tongue sliding in between her folds just to then wrap your lips around her clit and suck. over and over again, making her whimper, moan, groan and shiver… anything you could get out of her you’d get.

you’d stare up into her eyes through your eyelashes, doe pretty eyes hungry to please her.

she hissed when she felt that warmth spreading on her lower stomach, getting away from your mouth, hearing you whine in response. “i wanna cum on your chest, baby. cream up your pretty little tits.” she hushed you, getting back to her previous seat in your breasts, crashing her clit against your skin and nipples. “shit. feels so good… gonna cum so hard on you, princess.” she moaned, her rhythm becoming sloppier, losing consistency. your other hand came to her free breast, tweaking the nipple, the stimulation finally making her reach her peak, making her moan, grunt and huff as she came all over your chest, her cum spreading all over your shiny skin. once she had came down from her high she got off of you to kiss you, deeply tasting herself from your mouth before her lips would trail her way down your neck to your slicked chest.

“what are you doing?” you moaned, your back arching as her lips sucked on your nipples, her tongue cleaning up her cum from your breasts. a smirk showed on her plush lips before she answered to your question.

“licking you clean.”

[softrosekisses]

aestra good evening monarch 🩷… i’m thinking about just like a soft fluffy slightly drunk giggly first kiss with ellie… i just know she would be so awkward and flustered and a bit of a loser but try to play it off cool like it’s not the event of the year to her. hm. need to bite her at once. anyway!

a/n: basically the best kind of kiss.. okay so default for this is jackson!ellie no buts and no whats! fluffy content. slightly suggestive. mdni.

it starts with mouthfuls of nonsense. tight cords in her neck, wringing her out into the fool of romance. ellie spent the enitre dinner party drinking to you and spectating coversations with you, slipping in periodically. on this secluded night, she naturally would never know what to say, what to think—however, tonight is ascendant; the moon is drunk and it is beaming on her skin. the alcohol is talking for her, and loosening up the little thorns in her throat. influenced, an absent-minded sentence trips over her lips, “so, you don't like me? not even a little?”

thing is, you never even stated that. all you mentioned was your appreciation of her presence—and how much of an ultimate idiot you thought she embodied. of course, the headlighted girl read it wrong.

then, it transformed into handfuls of flesh. your sultry fingers give her an ultimatum, combing behind her simmering ears: either kiss you now, or hole up her peace until time is perfect. nature argues; time is never providential, and she feels herself falling into you. stumbling over to your mouth like it provides lovely passions she cannot express. her hot breath saturates your lips. “fuck—you're really letting me do this,” she revels, going hazy-headed. from intoxication, from being moonstruck—none can tell. what you can tell from the delicate treatment of your lips is that she cannot believe this. exchanging soft, little kisses, feeling your mouth. she is nervous to explore you.

she laughs a smirk into your mouth, and you coo. “such a giggly girl, huh?” making her every muscle tighten and want you ritualistically. the hands, they atone for softness. a deep, agreeable hum, “mhm..” vibrates your lips, then, her fingers wedge into the closed crevice behind your knees, intending to tug you upon her. she quickens the kissing, and leans back. “this okay? wanna feel your weight 'n'me,” she slurs her words, and stares with drooped, sycamore eyes. spellbound. “oh my god, you look so fuckin' pretty like this. wanna fit you in my sketchbook.” she traces your frame, lip bitten. the desire makes no sense in theory—but to the alcohol, it makes perfect sense. as though you don't already live in her pages. what an idiot!

after more lip-twinings, neck-bitings and grindings, you ask her what she thinks of all this. she indeed, attempts to play it cool. “yeah, it's, uh—it's good. i've kissed so many girls though, kinda hard to compete.” throwing mock-casual expressions, maybe a little shrug too. to you, she has just triggered a challenge; enticed you. “really?” the endings of an idea salient in your tone. pushing up her white shirt, she never expected you to stoop so low. nicking and licking circles around freckles and moles on the flesh of her sensitive stomach, she has to suck in. croak for a gasp.

yeah, she is gonna write all about this.

[softrosekisses]

we pt2 ✧.* tlou

pairing - santa barbara!ellie x reader

summary - you ask ellie one of the questions you'd saved for later.

a/n - wrote this with sick brain so if sum make sense im srry, fluff, also i got a pt 3 & 4 coming cause i randomly got motivated

part 1

a couple of nights later, you and ellie had got closer in the non-physical sense. it practically took a game of twenty questions to get her to open up, but she promised she was trying.

she distracted herself with always touching you in some way. choosing to focus on the way your skin felt beneath her fingertips rather than fully showing herself to you.

“were you serious about moving south?” ellie’s hands froze their motions on your arms. she angled her head up to look down at you, though the lack of light didn’t help her see you any better. still, she could imagine the inquisitive look in your eyes.

she didn’t say anything for a while, taking in a big gust of air through her nostrils and letting it out slowly. “yeah. think i was.”

“we could..we could do it.” the shifting of the sheets cut you off as you turned around on your stomach.

ellie looked at the ceiling as your hesitant sentence. open, be open. she reminded herself but the words just made her limbs tingly. she was okay, she didn’t need to be scared. you lived in the middle of nowhere and you how to handle yourself. you were safe, she was safe. everything was fine.

she shook her head. “don’t have to. it was just a thought.” ellie patted your waist before lifting you up as much as she could, signaling she needed the pressure of you on her.

her hands fell to your thighs as she could feel you look at her. she soon started to regret it as you didn’t pull you eyes away from her. you were serious about this, learning her. “it might take too long..it’s dangerous.”

“do you want to do it?”

she didn’t want to you that she was still afraid. afraid of making this even more official. there was a we, you established that, but she wasn’t exactly sure you knew what you were in for. last time she settled with someone, it didn’t last very long and though there was no abby, she’d find some excuse to pull away from you. cause she wasn’t supposed to be here with you, lovingly caressing your skin. loving you.

“ellie.” your cold hands cupping her cheeks, snapped her out of her inner monologue. she hummed, leaning into your touch. “remember what we said?”

that damn word again. and she knew you were aware of your effect on her. this was the only time you’d gently guilt her into answering questions she was adamant on avoiding cause it hurt to much to care.

“don’t think i do, peaches.”

“you don’t get to distract me with cute nicknames right we’re having a serious conversation.” you gently pinched her cheeks, squishing them between your hands. she was resistant to the laugh you were trying to pull from her. she snuck her fingers under your shirtt and wiggled them against your skin.

“and you do?” she cheesed at the carefree giggles that came from your mouth. when she finally relented, she moved you back next to her and laid on her side to face you. her face grew serious as she watched you catch your breath. she never would’ve imagined seeing that smile when you first met. the inability to stop staring made her groan as she laid on her back. “i love you.” she said quietly.

she closed her eyes, missing the way your face dropped in a second. you say up on your elbow, then on your knees as you looked at her. “look at me.” she wanted to resist but that vulnerability in your voice made it hard. ellie opened her eyes, landing on the vague figure of your face above hers. “say it again.”

“i love you.” ellie couldn’t say anything but that as she stared up at you. “i love you.” she said again. “just know that before you decide to go across the country with me.” she as if it would make you leave. that it was too much to have someone as broken as her in love with and dependent on you. she would be devastated if that happened, absolutely. she had staked her existence on being around you and with you. she had no idea what she would do if she was left alone. she bit her lip to stop it from trembling at the thought.

she could see the way your chest stuttered in rising and falling. her hands were light in finding yours. her eyes flicked back to you, waiting for your response. “say it again, for me. please.” she swore you were as nervous as her the way you seemed stubborn on accepting she loved you.

“not until you say it first.”

“damn it, el. i’m not playing. i actually love you and if you’re joking-“

“i’m not.” she said quickly, watching as you got out of the bed to sit at the edge. “i love you and i want to move with you.” she wanted to put a hundred layers of tape on her mouth, keep herself from messing with your expectations. how she wouldn’t be a good lover. she wasn’t. she barely talked as much as she used to, beyond hushed praises in the middle of the night and directions like “c’mere.” and “stay close.” “somewhere warm, just us.” she bit her lip, signaling she was done now. no more talking.

“tomorrow.” you looked at her as she rose out of bed to sit next to you. “that way you can’t take any of it back.”

“i don’t want to, peach.” she said honestly. “so tomorrow..south.” she tried not to think of the dangers or the lack of a definitive plan. none of it mattered right now. “shit.” she said breathily, gripping the mattress underneath tightly. her fingers were like rusted metal when you pried them from the cushion, pressing your lips to them. “no backing out. you hear me?”

“yes ma’am.”

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we ✧.* tlou

pairings - santa barbara!ellie x reader

summary - ellie promised herself she wouldn’t get attached to anyone after santa barbara, look how that turned out.

warning - angsty, not proofread cause i wrote this pretty quick, short (as always),

After Santa Barbara, Ellie had no plan for the future. She’d left Dina and JJ and let Abby go. She knew would still have nightmares and the pain wouldn’t leave her. What else was there to do?

Maybe that was the reason she fought you as you tried to take care of her. “Leave me alone!” She said as you’d tried to help her up from the water, raising her arm around your neck. Thinking about it now, the memory of her weak attempt to tussle you made her laugh.

You fought as hard as she did despite being starved and traumatized yourself. She didn’t know your story, just that you were the only one who didn’t want to kill her as soon as you came out of that crowded cell. You knew that she was immune and that was it. Nothing else was important in the moment. Nothing she wanted to tell you anyway.

You took care of her so much she started to feel guilty for not returning the favor. Cleaning her wounds, taking first watch, giving her whatever food you two had left. Ellie questioned whether it was pity or too good to be true, that you’d try something the moment she relaxed. But as she got stronger, nothing bad happened. You cared for her all the same.

So she cared for you. She watched your back and let you sleep a bit longer since she knew her mind wouldn’t let her sleep. She held you the way you held her when she awoke screaming. Gave you light kisses everywhere to distract you (and her) from a haunting past she knew nothing of. Conversations weren’t your speciality. You didn’t know a lot about each other, but you knew each other.

Eventually, you got lucky and found an abandoned cabin far away from Santa Barbara and quickly settled in. It wasn’t big and there was one bed, but it was shelter. Ellie didn’t want to call it home just yet.

“We should move south.” Ellie blurted, shaking the snow off her boots onto the porch. She could already hear your lecture about letting the cold in, but that wasn’t her focus. Did she just say we? “I mean, nevermind. Here’s fine.” It wasn’t. It was cold as hell and she was tired of the cold she’d been in her whole life.

“No, why south?” You said as you adjusted the small sticks that provided at least a little warmth in the small space. Ellie came to sit down next to you, leaving no space between you. She looked at you, admiring how the orange light shone on your face.

“It’s hotter.” She held your gaze as you listened intently. “Probably make hunting easier.” Ellie knocked her shoulder into yours without much force.

“You ever been south?”

She shrugged before shaking her head. “Nope.” She looked at the fire. That might be a downside of south. No more needing to snuggle up to you to not freeze to death. South you probably have to give each other some space to cool off. “Was just a thought.” She scratched her ear. “What’d you do while I was out?”

“Counted our supply. put on the fire. cleaned our clothes. a bunch of nothing.”

“What about eating?”

“uh-no. forgot that part.”

“Course you did.” She sighed, rising to her feet and look around for the bag you two stuff all cans in. All your belongings in the cabin were generally pre-packed in case you had to run, but still the fact that you’d been able to accumulate these things together made her feel something she couldn’t describe. Annoyance was part of it. that she got so attached to you after she promised herself she wouldn’t. that it just complicated things. But that already happened the moment you’d kissed and let things go further.

“here.” She used her knife to open the can of beans and sat back next to you, handing them over.

“you do know we sleep in the same bed, right?” You hesitantly took the can and swished them around with the spoon.

“trust me i know, but i don’t need you losing body fat and clinging to me like a koala.”

“you’ve never even seen a koala.” You said, taking a bite of the beans. not bad but not good and most importantly not expired. You set the can down in the middle of you, signaling that you wanted to share. She shook her head and sighed as you pushed the can closer to her, your eyes saying ‘please.’ She took a small bite just to appease you and shoved it over to you. “just shut up and eat.” she swiped her thumb over the edge of your lip. “and stop eating like that. we’ll get you more food tomorrow.”

Hours later, ellie shot up in the middle of the night, her heart feeling like it would burst out of her chest at any moment. She choked on her own breaths as she buried her head into her knees. “it’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real—“ She mumbled the same words you did when you saw her like this.

“ellie?” You sat up as well, watching her with concerned eyes. She started to sob as she heard your voice, whether out of fear or relief you didn’t know but you didn’t give it much thought as you ran your fingers through her hair, letting her cry in your lap.

Eventually her tears stopped, leaving her with a pounding head and the comforting silence you provided. Her head rose from your lap and she pulled you into her, not willing to let go. Her head rested on your shoulder as her hands roamed under your shirt. There were no words for a while.

When there were words, they came quietly. “el?” you whispered. She didn’t respond for a while, still stuck in her swarming thoughts. “yeah?”

“where are you from?” It felt like a random question to ask, but there was no way you were gonna ask what she dreamed about.

She blinked for a few seconds, surprised. It was a simple question, yeah, but it could lead to other questions. she was scared to answer and ask back. “boston, i guess.”

“oh.”

“why’d you ask?” She let her head fall back on the pillow and tugged on your shoulder, silently asking you to turn around. And you did, facing her.

“i guess i just realized i never knew that stuff about you.” You said, fidgeting with her hands as you awaited her response. It felt like some dangerous territory, you weren’t supposed to cross. That was weird, you already crossed other, farther lines. “should i have not asked?” You whispered, tentatively.

“no, you..” She cleared her throat. “you can ask.” She finally looked at you, eyes soft with fear, pain. “i just..i don’t wanna talk about it all.”And go back there, she wanted to say.

“you don’t have to.” You scooted closer to her, laying your head on her shoulder.

Elie wrapped her arms around your back, her legs around yours, and looked at you. She let out a deep sigh as her heart beat for a different reason this time. “we don’t have to talk about it all. not right now.” we, there was a we. she wasn’t making it up. “okay,” She kissed your forehead.

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ellie who’s been slowly fixing up an old bike to keep on the straight and narrow, working on it piece by piece with she hands until it slowly comes to life. it’s been a form of therapy, turning a piece of shit back into something functional, something that works, and she almost feels like it’s sort of a metaphor for life- not that she would ever be caught saying something so stupid out loud lest joel quits being her sponsor then and there and laughs her out of america and his shop for good. you’ve been there as ellie works, your long term job at the shop keeping you busy around an equal amount as your contempt for ellie. it’s not like there’s anything specifically deeply wrong with her, but she never shuts the fuck up about sex. it’s so irritating that you consider taking a wrench and crushing into your skull to get away from her. do you really have to constantly hear about the fact she can’t get her dick wet? well— not dick, but the point still stands. you’re so sick of her shit, the awkward attempts she’s made at flirting with you being shit down instantly as you shutter your face and stalk past her without a second glance. you overhear the mutter of “shit, what did i do?” to joel as he laughs heartily, hand clapping ellie’s shoulder with a rueful grin. “i would give up with that one, if i were you. she nearly put abby in the hospital last spring.” ellie looks over at the muscular blonde joel points out incredulously, noting the way she passes you tools almost deferentially as the two of you work on the same bike. “well, shit.” after that, she steers clear of flirting with you, but the sex talk doesn’t stop. it’s a month later after a particularly irritating story about how she tried to pick up a girl who turned out to be married that you snap, waiting until joel’s out of the room before you slam your spanner down on the table and beckon ellie towards you. “you. this way. now.” she’s confused but follows you anyway, walking up the stairs and through the door you hold open for her before slamming it behind you and turning the key in the lock. “pants off.” ellie’s eyes widen. “whoa, hey, what?” she chuckles nervously. “pants off,” you repeat, eyebrow skating up your head. “what, are you stupid or something?” she stumbles over her words a little as she replies. “what exactly are we—” her hands splay out awkwardly. “well, i figure if we fuck, you can shut the fuck up about your fucking dry spell— which, by the way, nobody gives a fuck about.” the auburnette’s mouth curls into a little smirk as she pulls her belt off and starts tugging her jeans down her ankles, boxers along with them as she kicks them off her legs. “fine by me.” you roll your eyes at her. “good. still wish you were dead, by the way.” ellie hums a little in acknowledgment before your knuckles brush her clit and her eyes roll back in her head, fingers clutching around your wrist as she lets out a breathy moan and sinks her teeth into your shoulder to stifle the noise. well. this should be quick enough.

fully inspired by a midnight thought about the storyline in shameless where brad sponsors lip and he becomes a mechanic in his shop but with ellie so! if you see the similarity it’s intended…

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desperately needing best friend! ellie who is just so much better at handling horror than you are.

it starts with ellie slyly handing you a ticket to an upcoming horror fest; fright frenzy. you’re not one for actual horror attractions– it almost takes too much to get you to sit through an entire movie. so, as you the eye the ticket with worry, ellie interjects.

“we’re going,” she declares, leaving no room for argument. “dina and jesse, too. next friday.”

“next friday?! it’s only september!”

it’s how you end up in line for a haunted house, your eyes lost in a daze as you try to put on a calm front.

see, ellie is someone who can appreciate a good scare. she’s grown to think that most jumpscares are pretty cheap, save for the creative ones that actually get her to say, “that was sick.”

she’s someone who doesn’t even flinch at elaborate costumes, usually complimenting the actors and asking for a selfie with the zombie with amazing sfx makeup.

she’s someone, and probably the only one, who sees through your little front. with dina and jesse too caught up in their own conversation (behaving like those abysmal couples in line), she nudges your shoulder, pulling you out of your internal hype session.

“hey. you can hold my hand, if you want.” it’s soft, but with a hint of a knowing smile.

and once you get inside; oh, you take her offer and run with it. you end up pressed into her side, her arm wrapped around you. your eyes tucked away in the crevice of her shoulder as she dips down to talk you through it (sheesh!). her voice is low, and it would probably drive you crazy if it weren’t for the guttural screams and sound effects erupting at every corner.

since ellie is handling herself just fine, she whispers to you as she sees the jumpscares ahead of time.

“clown coming up. god, he looks so corny.”

“hey, hey; you’re doing so good, it’s almost over.”

and when the lights flash a little too much, her hands come up to cover your eyes, her sweet words filtering into your ear. ugh, you could almost die.

and it’s the way that she bites back a smile when she drives you home. the way you try to subtly tell her, i don’t wanna sleep alone tonight. the way she nonchalantly offers for you to stay over at hers, promising to keep a comedy movie on until you fall asleep.

you end up sleeping in ellie’s bed, your whole body trying to wrap around and snuggle into her arm as she looks down at you, her heart skipping curiously.

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‎‎‎‎‎‎cowgirl with ellie ⭑.ᐟ

cw strapon sex & squirting (reader)

“ellie... you're splitting me open.” you look down at where your body and ellie's connect, the tip of her strap stretching out your soaked pussy. she stops sliding her length to look at you.

“yeah? lemme see.” she smirks at you, the void in your eyes already noticeable, furrowed eyebrows and teeth sinking in your bottom lip. she brushes your cheek fondly before looking down with you. “mhmmm…”

ellie takes her hand away from your cheek, sliding it down as she roams your body. when her fingertips nudge one of your hard nipples your chest rises and she chuckles softly. her hand meets your slit, her pointer and thumb holding your pussy lips apart as she gawks at the way she fills your entrance.

“you're taking it so well. fuck... do it hurt, baby?” she coos, still staring at your pussy like she was talking to ‘her’, lifting her fingers to her mouth. “answer me, come on.”

“it hurts... hurts so good, baby…” you gasp and ellie engulfs her slick wet fingers in her mouth with a positive hum.

she holds your hips pulling you down on her strap, making your knees bend further and they seem to try to shut close.

“uhhh... ellie!” you hold her abs as you try to hold yourself up, your thighs clenching.

“you can take it… just take it. let me fill up you, yeah?” she says as she soothes your thighs.

you nod and nod at her question, letting her stretch you slowly. you chase her eyes and you see her watching your pussy swallow her strap with her mouth open and eyes filled with lust. she hisses when the back of the back of her strap hits her puffy clit, using a long thrust to bottom it out, stuffing your wet pussy full with a loud squelch and a squeal from you.

“fuck...” you both profer, a smirk in both your lips.

ellie almost says 'jinx’ but she forgets to as soon as your thighs meet hers and your head meets the crook of her neck.

ellie grinds up, broken moans of your name leaving her lips against your ear. you start grinding back down on her and her hands massage around your hips and waist.

“you feel so good, baby.” ellie moans, hugging your waist with one arm, holding you down to keep pressure on her clit and the tip of her strap hits your cervix.

“arg… ellie, you do.” you whimper against her neck, pressing light kisses there, ellie sighs as you lift your head from her neck. she almost cums watching your face as you grind down on her lap, a pout on your lips and mewls coming out of em.

“bounce on it.” she says, sporting a lazy smile.

then she grabs your ass with both hands, massaging the fat in it and pulling you up, you feel the ridges of her strap as she lifts you off of it.

“oh... yeah…” you moan aloud, she smirks and pulls you back down on her strap. pulls you up, pulls you down, gripping your ass tight. you close your eyes, the strap rubbing against your walls so good.

"feel good?" she rasps and you nod, pants leaving your lips as you let her move you up and down on her strap.

you can't see it, but she's watching your pussy stretch to take her everytime she pulls you back down and how you trap her in so perfectly. she's so fucking wet and her clit is throbbing, begging for stimulation but there's only so much she can do with her hands on your ass.

“on your own now, baby.” she lands a light slap to your ass cheek.

you start bouncing up and down like she was moving you before, holding her torso as she starts pulling at your nipples.

“come on.” she eggs you on, yearning for more friction. you start bouncing harder and consequently faster on her, gripping her thighs as you lean back, rolling your hips when she holds your waist.

ellie leans into you as she holds you close, kissing your stomach and tits when she reaches them. she can taste the salty of your skin as you sweat, trying to keep her strap at the angle you found.

“oh yeah, baby, that's it. don't stop, okay?” she sucks at your skin and you nod.

you get tired on your knees so you lean into her and stand your arms over her shoulders, starting to bounce with only your hips. ellie's hands travel down to your ass again as it ripples against her thighs.

“goddamn…” she moaned, slapping your ass when you grinded down so hard it almost hurt her clit. but it hurt so good.

“ellie… i'm tired…” you gasp and pant, warning her and slowing your bouncing. your hands grab onto her biceps

ellie normally doesn't mind if you stop and go at your own rhythm but she's desperate, her clit aching. she soothes your ass before hugging you. you look into her face in confusion and she smirks, planting her feet on the mattress.

“gonna help you, gonna make you cum baby…” she says and kisses your shoulder. “i'm tryna cum too.” she mutters.

you only wait for her, kissing the side of her neck and whispering praises onto her ear. she bends her knees properly, grinding upwards, her hands clammy around your back and waist. she hugs you tighter as she holds you up, hissing before thrusting up with a sigh.

you gasp once and that's all the softness she gives you before speeding up, her sharp and deep thrusts relentless, hitting your cervix almost every time. she moans along with you, her thighs covered in her slick and clit throbbing. the knot in your stomach tightens at the sound of ellie grunting in your ear and slapping of your skins.

“ellie… i'm-”

“i know i know, gonna get you there. i'm close too… fuck, you're so wet..” she starts holding you by your hips, going faster.

you were about to warn her but nothing leaves your parted lips as you cum around her strap and squirt over her lap. ellie gasps and fucks you through it, cumming herself at the sight.

she lies you down on the bed as soon as she stops soothing your back and thighs, mumbling praises of how hot it was and how good you were.

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KISS ME

PAIRING: Jackson! ellie x reader

CW: request. outbreak | tlou universe.

SUMMARY: Ellie takes care of you after patrol.

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TAGLIST | - ellie taglist: @ilovetaylorrr @imdrowningindispair @rkivedpages

The night sky stretches above you, a deep canvas of blue-black, with only a few stubborn stars daring to puncture its vastness. The moon, however, shone with an almost ethereal glow, casting a silvery light that softened the edges of the night. It illuminated your path home. Yet, its light did little to ease the weariness clinging to your body. Every muscle ached, each movement sending a fresh wave of pain through your tired limbs.

The ground beneath your feet felt distant, as if you were walking on shattered glass, each step a jagged reminder of the day’s relentless toll. It felt as though the very bones in your feet might shatter with the weight of the exhaustion that clung to you, heavy and unyielding.

From the moment you left the safety of yours and Ellie's shared walls, it was a relentless march through the wilderness, every mile weighing down on you like a stone.

The hours went by in a haze of heat and sweat, the sun’s unforgiving rays beating down on you until you felt as though your very essence was melting away. The memory of that heat still lingered, a phantom pain that sapped what little strength you had left.

Your legs had carried you far beyond what should have been your limit. Every patrol was a test, pushing you to the edge, but it was always the final stretch—the steps that brought you back home—that hurt the most. The pain of a long day wasn’t truly felt until you stood on the threshold of safety, when the body, sensing the nearness of rest, began to unravel, finally allowed to release.

The night was quiet, the crickets were quieter tonight, their usual chorus subdued, as if they, too, were tired. Instead, the usual symphony had been replaced by the distant air, a murmur of voices- the sound of the town coming alive in the evening.

People greeted the returning patrols, their voices carrying a mix of relief and fatigue, like echoes of a world that still held onto some semblance of normalcy. Your own group had been particularly weary tonight, the day’s struggles etched into the lines of their faces as they shared tired smiles and half-hearted jokes. Last voices you heard were tinged with exhaustion, drifted to you, words that blended together in a chorus of shared fatigue.

But the sounds of the night could not drown out the ghosts that clung to your mind—the groans and cries of the infected, the hollow echoes of what once were human beings. Their twisted forms a grim reminder of what awaited those who let their guard down.

A smear of dried blood clung to your cheek, the crimson stark against your sweat-streaked skin. Every inch of you was covered in the grime of the day, the sun having left its mark in the form of a relentless burn that sapped your energy and left you feeling hollowed out.

The bruises and cuts scattered across your body throbbed with a dull ache, a heavy weight that seemed to settle in your stomach, twisting it into tight knots. It felt like you’d been running on empty, forcing yourself through sheer willpower, and now that you were so close to rest, the pain was finally catching up to you.

Your fingers brushed against the rough wood of Ellie’s porch door, the familiar texture grounding you for just a moment before it was pulled open. The door swung inward with surprising ease, and there she was—Ellie. The first thing you saw was her eyes, green orbs filled with worry as they drank in the sight of you. She had been waiting, her anxiety palpable in the way her fingers fidgeted nervously, tangling together as if she could knit away her fear.

Without a word, she reached for you, guiding you inside with a gentle hand on your arm. You stumbled through the doorway, the weight of your body dragging you down, but before you could even think to shrug it off, Ellie was there, the moth tattoo peeking out from beneath her sleeve as she motioned for you to turn around. Your body moved on autopilot, dragging itself to obay her command, sluggishly.

Ellie had barely waited for you to move before she was easing the heavy backpack from your shoulders, her fingers deftly undoing the straps as if they were second nature. Too enveloped in the warmth, in the soft glow of the Christmas lights adorning the room and adding to the feeling of safety that she always manages to create around you- barely registering the weight of your backpack being lifted from your shoulders.

“Hey, you okay?” Her voice was soft, a quiet melody tinged with concern, though you could only manage a nod, your throat too tight to form words. The day had stolen your voice, leaving you with nothing but the heaviness in your chest. But Ellie’s voice wrapped around you like a blanket, soothing in its familiarity.

The space enlightened in a gentle, golden hue. It felt like a safe haven, a sanctuary where the world outside could not reach you.

You stumbled toward the couch, your hands fumbling with the laces of your boots. On your ears echoed the faint rustle of fabric as Ellie hung up your—her—jacket on the hook by the door, the simple act somehow grounding you even further.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she murmured, her gaze lifting to meet yours, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. Despite the exhaustion pulling at your very soul, you found comfort in that smile, in the way she always knew how to take care of you when you couldn’t take care of yourself.

Yet the calm faded with a frustrated groan that escaped your lips as you encountered a stubborn knot, the simple task suddenly insurmountable in your current state. Ellie noticed immediately, her eyes softening with sympathy as she was already there, kneeling down in front of you, "Stop, you’re gonna make it worse,” she chided gently, her hands brushing yours aside with that lopsided smile you knew so well.

“Let me,” her whisper insisting once again, preventing you from even thinking on fighting her back. Ellie's tone low and husky, a sound that always sent a shiver down your spine. Her fingers worked deftly at the knot, untying it with ease, her touch careful and deliberate. As she did, she glanced up, her voice dropping to a softer, more husky tone, as if trying to coax a response out of you. “Did you hear what I said?”

You managed a half-hearted reply, more of a mumble than anything else. “Get me cleaned, yes.” her fingers finally loosening the stubborn knot, helping you out of your boots. It felt as if the weight of the day begin to lift, replaced by the comfort of knowing that you had her with you, in this very moment to finally provide you safeness.

She would never say it, but you could see the relief in her expression, the way her worry eased just a fraction realizing the same thing. After a long day, she had you there, safe.

"Come on," you groaned, tilting your head back as you sighed deeply. Inside your mind, you counted down from five before finally taking her hand and standing up.

The stiffness in your feet began to ease as you pressed your feet against the cold, hard concrete floor. Its coolness and firmness, in contrast to the warm flesh, added just enough pressure to make you feel better.

Ellie led you into the bathroom—it was only a few steps, really. Her hand was a steadying presence, her fingers resting gently on your opposite arm with each step you took. The small space was dimly lit, a single candle flickering and casting soft, dancing shadows on the walls. Ellie’s bathroom was simple but functional—a small tub, a sink, and a water system. A barrel of water sat near the ceiling, connected to a series of tubes that fed into the showerhead, sink, and toilet. It wasn’t much, but it worked, and in this world, that was everything.

The absence of her touch contrasted with the tender atmosphere. From your viewpoint, you could see her hair, messily tidied into a bun, with a few baby hairs and stray strands adorning her neck and the area behind her ears. You wanted to kiss them.

She knelt by the tub, her movements loud as she filled a bucket with water. The sound of the water splashing into the bucket was soothing, a gentle reminder that you were finally safe—finally home.

Ellie set the bucket down next to the tub and looked up at you, only then realizing you were already looking back. It was quiet, aside from the sound of the water, but everything felt blurry in her presence.

You shifted slightly, resting the back of your arms and elbows against the sink to keep your composure, making enough space for both of you and allowing her to stand up.

She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek, wiping away the dried blood that clung stubbornly to your skin. "Arms up," she said with quiet determination, an unspoken promise that she wouldn’t let anything else be a struggle tonight.

You nodded, too tired to do much else, and let her help you out of your clothes. Each piece of fabric that left your body and fell to the floor felt like another layer of the day’s grime and exhaustion being peeled away. By the time you stood there, bare and vulnerable, you felt lighter—still weary, but no longer weighed down.

The tub was cold and stiff, making your bones ache. But it was all easily forgotten. Ellie dipped a sponge into the bucket and began to gently cleanse your skin. She worked in silence, her touch tender and methodical as she wiped away the dirt, blood, and sweat that clung to you. The water was cool against your overheated skin, soothing the burns left by the sun and the aches buried deep in your muscles. The sponge moved across your body with a kind of reverence, as if she were handling something precious. In that moment, you were—precious to her, and safe in her care.

When the sponge had done its work, Ellie carefully poured the dirty water over you, rinsing away the last remnants of the day and ensuring your hair was thoroughly wet. The water cascaded down your body, carrying away the grime and blood, leaving you feeling half-clean—both physically and emotionally.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling as though the water was rinsing away more than just dirt. It was washing away the tension, the fear, and the exhaustion, leaving you with nothing but the comfort of being home, of being with her.

Ellie reached for the soap, lathering it between her hands before gently running them over your skin. The smell of it—something mild and earthy, a scent she had traded for a few weeks back—filled the small bathroom. The soap felt comforting against your battered skin, and Ellie’s hands moved with the kind of care that came from knowing just how fragile you felt in that moment.

She repeated those same motions later, with the soap on your body, her fingers careful not to apply too much pressure whenever there was a cut, bruise, or anything that could cause pain.

“Let me know if it hurts,” Ellie murmured, her voice a low, comforting hum that resonated in your chest. You managed a weak nod, closing your eyes as you surrendered fully to her care. The world outside ceased to exist, reduced to the sound of water splashing against porcelain and the feeling of Ellie’s hands moving over your body in a slow, rhythmic dance.

Finally, she reached up and pulled the chain that controlled the flow of water from the barrel, letting a gentle stream of water fall over you from the showerhead. It wasn’t much—she had to be careful with how much water was used—but it was enough.

"Here," she whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead as she handed you a small towel. It was barely enough to properly dry your hair, but you always managed to make it work.

Too focused on the wet sounds in your ears coming from your hair being dried, you barely noticed the commotion Ellie made while searching for a proper towel for you. She swore she had a clean one left—or maybe she had just convinced herself earlier to avoid doing laundry today. But you didn't know that, so she had to hurry.

When she finally appeared in the doorway, you tilted your chin up, meeting her hands first and then the towel she held. "Come here," she murmured. In a matter of seconds, she had the towel wrapped around your shoulders and was guiding you out of the bathroom and, much to your relief, into the very desirable bed.

She knelt in front of you again, her hands busy with the towel, drying you off with the same care she’d shown throughout. As she worked, her eyes kept flicking up to meet yours, as if she needed to reassure herself that you were really safe, here.

"Can I?" she asked, her fingers lightly grazing the skin of your thighs. Her hazel eyes, dilated pupils, focused on all the bruises, all the wounds. And again, you didn't reply verbally but simply moved the towel aside, exposing yourself before her and allowing her to reach every inch of skin that needed the tenderness of her touch.

It took some pain, hisses, and a kiss here and there. The needle was probably something no human could ever get used to, nor the sensation of the thread between your skin. But you made it work; you had to.

Ellie was gentle, helping you into a clean set of clothes—something soft and warm that smelled faintly of her. You could barely keep your eyes open by this point, the weight of the day catching up with you now that you were finally clean and comfortable.

"Hey," Ellie called softly, taking your hand and gripping it just enough to reassure you. You turned your chin up, meeting her pretty eyes and that sheepish smile. "Let's go eat, come on."

As you did every morning, you forced yourself out of bed. Just as you had done with the couch when you first came in, you took a deep breath, counted to three, and stood up.

Dinner most nights was something she threw together while you were out on patrol. Today, the aroma of a hearty stew filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of herbs.

Usually you’d joke about her cooking, mocking her “chef talents”—she wasn't the best. But tonight, the words stuck in your throat, weighed down by exhaustion and the thought of simply touching the bed again, it looked so inviting.

You slid into your seat at the table, the day's exhaustion making your limbs heavy. Ellie chuckled, her usual dorky grin present but softened by concern. "It's not fancy, but—" she said, sliding a plate in front of you. "It's edible."

She watched as you took tentative bites, her hand resting on your back, offering silent encouragement. As usual, she didn’t touch her own food until she saw you eat.

The silence between you was comfortable, the warmth of the stew seeping into your bones, grounding you after the chaos of the day. Yet, as the meal progressed, your appetite remained low. You gave small glances at Ellie, considering your usual reluctance to eat her cooking.

"I know you’re tired, but you haven't had proper food since breakfast."

You knew that if you refused again, she’d let it slide, waiting until you were sound asleep before eating anything herself just to avoid an argument.

But after all she’d done to take care of you tonight, you couldn’t bring yourself to fight her on this. "I’ll wait with you. We can eat together.” With a quiet nod, you picked up your spoon again and took another bite.

Relief. Ellie could only stare at you with relief. The adrenaline of every time you went out on patrol never really fading until next day- for her, it wasn't only the thoughts of you getting hurt, but killed, taken by anyone and being hurt. She feared humans mostly.

And then, seeing you in front of her- yes, hurt, but nothing else- it was like all the anxiety finally made any sense. What would it be if any day you didn't come back, how could she ever manage to eat dinner herself, alone.

Having you in front of her, so close. Feeling the warmth of your skin under her hoodie- the fact that you're the one on her clothes, right next to her. The fact that she's having to force you to eat. It's always a relief, to know you're here, with her, that she has you.

It wasn't until her brain finally realized it was all good that she started to eat.

You always finished first. Only waiting for your stomach to feel full enough, with a gentle move, you pushed the plate away slightly to let her know you were done. Ellie always replied with a nod and a quick glance. Her hand on your thigh as she finished the last few bites of her meal.

The usual banter and teasing were absent, replaced by a quiet understanding—a silent agreement that tonight was about more than just food or sleep. It was about taking care of each other, about finding comfort in the little things. Like—no dishes to be washed tonight. That's future you both's problem.

“Let’s get you to bed,” she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to your tired mind.

You didn’t argue, letting her lead you to the small bed you shared. The sheets cool against your skin as you slipped under them, Ellie sliding in beside you. She pulled you close, her arms wrapping around you in a comfortable and tight enough embrace that felt like the safest place in the world. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your back lulled you.

You could feel the rhythm of her breathing against your neck. It all creating the most desirable sanctuary. And after hours that felt endless, you could close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of normalcy—the simple, precious moment of being held by someone who cares deeply, knowing that no matter what tomorrow brings, you'd wake up next to her, ready to face it together.

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ellie fucking you with the strap for the first time

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ellie would struggle with being a casual lover. she might try out a situationship, thinking it would be easy to avoid catching feelings, right? but she immediately drops all other talking phases and soon finds herself only speaking in future tenses with you. she refuses to acknowledge her own swift downfall until she’s doodling faint outlines of you, dedicating love songs to you, and lending you her favorite comics- and fuck she’s down bad. ellie developed a soft spot for you so quickly, girl couldn’t be casual if she tried (and to her credit, she did, for a whole few weeks).

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want to kiss ellie all over her hands. bite and print reminders of a deep-seated appreciation for nature; for flesh and bone. let convictions of decorum rot away as you prove them inessential, making even the quietest bird sing over your loving. trailing up her wrist, across the knuckles, bothering the palm. thank her for the callouses, the pockmarks, and other stories born violently with kisses softer than her defeated face. though, the lips, they become envious; for a fire is not satisfied until something has fed it. she needs you somewhere else.

small dimples pool in her cheeks each time it happens. always off-schedule, never unintentional. ellie found it long and winding to comprehend what made her hands so desireable to eat; they are not apples, they are not her lips—you should stray the summer and return to winter; end the vacations on her fingertips, and warm her cold, empty lips. of course, you ignore. repeat and ignore. kiss and kiss, and kiss. the room was never filled with such confused sounds before.

“hey, kinda need that hand right now,” she would claim, the oddments of an uncompleted sketch sitting still without a pencil caressing it. “please, babe?”

this life felt situated in a pastoral. idyllic, painless. she worked day to day on her biography of artistry; building up a stockpile of canvases, wearing through the guts of severeal sketchbooks until they rejected new modifications. it made her hand look nice. the muscled definitions. all that pinching and rolling and painting. no, her hand is yours to eat.

“mh-mn,” you hum and tighten authority on her wrist, pecking her thumb.

ellie giggles like you're a playful dog that will not let go. outwardly hating this—but inwardly loving this. “man, you're a nuisance.” you hear her chair creak and her breath come closer, the curls of a smile vibrant in her polite whispers just as her hand breaks free. “could you be less of one and just be normal about this?” fingers now inviting your mouth someplace else, a nudge that reads as: fuck, kiss me?

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Night/Morning Head-cannons with Ellie Williams ᡣ𐭩

Ellie Williams x Fem reader

notes- First fic! Hope you guys enjoy!! (Any advice for writing is very appreciated!)

Cuddling

She’s definitely the type to love being the big spoon

Sometimes when she’s had a rough day or is maybe sad, she prefers to be the little spoon!

Legs are always intertwined!!

Likes to hold you really close, it makes her feel better about your safety (she’s such a cutie)

Sometimes holds your hand and squeezes it during the night ᡣ𐭩

Doesnt fall asleep until you do

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Waking up/breakfast

She usually wakes up first to make breakfast for you (aw)

Kisses you on the forehead before going downstairs ᡣ𐭩

SHE CAN COOK.

Usually makes you simple pancakes with some eggs, sometimes French toast!

Loves to see you happy and not stressing for once ᡣ𐭩

On days when she’s super tired and stays in bed you always make sure to bring her breakfast in bed (she once almost cried because of how sweet you were) ᡣ𐭩

All in all Ellie loves you ᡣ𐭩

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first time with loser!gf!ellie

she drags the tips of her fingers gently down your side, almost as if she's afraid to shatter you.

"you can tell me to stop," ellie says, voice so delicate that it teeters on becoming one with the low hum of the room.

"i don't know why you think i want to," you sigh, a small smile tugging on your lips as you shift to hold yourself up on your elbows.

her hand finds its way to one of your knees, both of which are propped up on the bed, rubbing soothing circles whilst her other hand lays awkwardly in her lap, fidgeting with the hem of her pants. the upper half of her body is bare, yet you keep your gaze focused on her face.

she looks pretty, in this light. the loose strands of her hair framing her freckled face. the way her eyes are illuminated by the light of your nightstand. the permanent slight pout to her lips. ellie looks different from the girl you'd fallen for, all those years ago, but this ellie- she's yours.

"i don't want you to feel like you're being rushed into this, or shit,"

"i'm ready if you are," you say.

she lets out a weak attempt of a laugh. "now you're just making me even more nervous,"

"i wouldn't want my first time to be with anyone but you,"

for a moment, the girl falls silent in thought.

you reach out for her hand, mirroring the motion she's doing on your knee. her eyes follow as you do so, yet she stays quiet for just a moment longer.

"i want to do it, but only if you do," you say. "i don't mind waiting, i don't mind if you want to do it right now, tomorrow, or whenever. i really don't care, ellie, i just care that i'm doing it with you,"

"yeah," ellie says, sucking in a deep breath. "let's do it,"

"okay,"

"but you gotta tell me if-"

"shut up, ellie."

"i don't want to hurt you,"

"you won't. i'll tell you if you do, but you won't. i know you,"

"yeah, kay,"

ellie slips her hand up your unclothed thigh, your shorts having been discarded a while ago, leaving you in only your undergarments. her skin is warm against you and she's never felt so real, so there. she leans down to peck your lips but before she gets the chance to fully pull away, you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her in, her chest pressed against yours. a surprised huff escapes her mouth as she holds herself up with one arm. she's careful not to pull away from you as she makes herself comfortable, one knee between your legs and the other by your side. you always find yourself wanting more of her and you're pretty sure that soon enough, ellie won't have any more of herself to give.

you're caught off guard when you feel her knee pressed right against where you're most sensitive, letting out a choked breath as you stop sucking on her tongue. ellie pulls away, a small grin on her face, but it does barely anything to mask the nerves.

"shit babe," you say. "should i be worried you know 'bout that?"

her grin grows almost shy. "i'm not all that clueless,"

"oh?"

her hand finds itself on your jaw, guiding your lips back towards hers. she bites on your bottom lip slightly- your thing, which she stole, but you can't really complain because at least, she's doing it to you. your hands slowly travel up her sides, giving her the chance to push them away at any moment; she doesn't. ellie muffles a whine by pressing her lips harder onto yours, when you cup your hands around both her breasts, gently fondling with her pebbled nipples. she's eager with her kisses, chasing after you whenever you pull away to catch a breath. it's a side of her you don't see often, and it's somehow hard to believe that your sweet, loving girlfriend could be so… hungry.

"fuck," you hiss, biting back a moan.

this ellie, she's foreign to you. she's soft and slippery and sticky, slotted right against you. one of her legs is trapped beneath yours, the other, above. a pink flush is evident on her cheeks and the glassy look in her eyes, you've never seen her quite so desperate. her noises are dizzying- a varied array of curses, gasps, whines and moans that only fuels you further. you've got your hands pressed right against her chest, feeding into her laboured breathing whenever your fingers brush her sensitive nipples.

"wanna hear you," you mutter, leaning down to pepper a line of kisses down the side of  her jaw. 

ellie furrows her brows, her finger digging further into her hips as she tries to grind harder up into you, clits bumping together and making her whine. "fuck, babe,"

her desperation spurs you on, alongside the want to please her, to make her feel good. you ignore the soreness of your thighs, trying to keep on going despite the movement of your hips already starting to falter. ellie's wetness coats both your thighs and her own, even slicking down to the bedsheet with an evidently darker patch beneath her. the room feels hot and heavy, your moans echoing throughout your bedroom.

"think i'm gonna cum," ellie gasps. "shit,"

it's quite a sight quitewordly, when she does. she squeezes her eyes shut, tears pooling in the creases and she throws her head back into her pillows. the entirety of her body tenses up and it's a moment before she starts shaking, breathy gasps escaping past her lips as she digs her fingers deeper into your thighs.

"please, please," she begs, looking up at you through her eyelashes.

when your clits slide over each other once again, ellie abandons one of your thighs to clasp her hand tightly around her mouth, letting out a shaky whine.

eventually, you fall victim to her overstimulation, being pushed away right when you're about to cum. she's frantic with her apologies, repeatedly trying to explain that it's really too much for her and she can't bear to feel you brush up against her once more. you shut her up with a series of messy kisses, trying to ignore the throbbing of your core as you try to convince that really, it's fine. she doesn't think it is, no matter how hard you try to convince her, and ellie settles on slipping her hand right in between the two of you, rubbing tight circles on your clit and bringing you to what you had been craving for so long.

not proofread!!

a/n: this was supposed to have been based on this but i gave up

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nsfw ! — thinking about ellie using a strap for the first time. shes just so star struck by it, yet so confused. “it looks so confusing. like, how to people even do this?” she’s looking at herself in the mirror while trying, or failing miserably, at putting the harness on. she was excited to use it on you to make you feel good but she also wanted to know how people figured these things out so fast.

when she’s finally put it on properly with your help, she lays you down. shes taking her time with kissing you all over, marking you up and prepping you with her fingers. her fingers felt heavenly inside of you, and you’re begging her to let you cum but she removed her fingers before you did.

naturally, you pout at her angrily. “relax. the best part has yet to come.” she pats your thigh before littering kisses all over your face. and gosh, does she go the extra mile with making sure you’re okay. “you just need to tell me if you really want this.. cause i dont wanna make you like, uncomfortable.” “im sure ellie, im super sure.” she’s asked you the same question about five times now, but in her defense, she didnt wanna hurt you. after more reassurance, she slides it in slowly as if she were testing the waters.

if her fingers felt heavenly, then the feeling of her cock inside of you was otherworldly. she lets you adjust to the size before moving slowly. you encourage her and she begins moving faster, finding her rhythm. “fuck— you look so pretty right now,” she mumbled, soaking up the sight of her strap going in and out of you. “you’re doing so good for me.” her praises added another layer to the experience that has you whining and moaning so pretty for her. once shes comfortable with the consistency of her thrusts, her pace was even faster. it wasn’t long before she had you cumming all over her strap.

she made a mental note that seeing you with her strap nestled inside you makes her feral. ellie knew she’d be doing this again.

astrids notes: gentle ellie 4 life!!!! im a wee rusty cause i dont write so much anymore so pls dont flame me. 😓😓😓 i kinda hate this but this has been in my brain for days i literally needed to get it out before i forgot.

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robber!butch x rich housewife!femme

about 4.1k words

warnings: whoo boy so dubcon, cheating, lesbian sex, fingering, fisting? sorta? sex with a gun, strap sex, bondage, femme gets stepped on, impact play, light edging, butch is kind of a creep sorry

robber butch that's trying to break into the house of a seemingly happy married couple. that's been watching the house for a few days to get the schedules down, who's home when, when the house is empty, when they have the door unlocked. that sinks into the driver's seat of their car, binoculars at the ready and gun tucked away in the glove box. they weren't planning on going in tonight, it was just supposed to be another reconnaissance night.

robber butch that watches the living room and kitchen lights turn off as the couple moves upstairs to the lavish bedroom. the multi-story giant house was pushed deep into the trees of the front yard, and the butch would have to move in closer to see anything useful. that quietly leaves the car, gun tucked into the back of their jeans, covered by a black hoodie and t shirt, a spare black box cutter slipped into the sleeve at the ready, just in case.

robber butch that moves in closer to the house, as the master bedroom lights turn on, they pull themselves up the side of the front porch, onto the roof in front of the bedroom window. that throws their hood up and pulls a mask up over their eyes. it was thin enough that they could see well enough through it with the lighting from the room, but not when they were approaching in the dark. it had to be past midnight with no moon in the cloudy sky. they press themselves against the side of the house, crouching next to the window and peering in. there's two people, a man and an absolutely gorgeous woman in the middle of an uncomfortable looking kiss. they squat into a more comfortable resting position, trying to spot the areas with the most expensive stuff, a box of jewelry on the nightstand, a set of watches on display, probably a safe in the office or closet nearby.

robber butch that really doesn't pay attention to the unfortunate sex that's happening, the lazy thrusts and half hearted moans and grunts, and instead pays attention to the locks on the doors and windows. at least until the man pushes the woman off of him and walks to the bathroom, the woman laying to the side looking bored and hurt. they feel a sting of embarrassment and empathy for the poor girl, clearly not taken care of and too tired to do anything herself. you're too pretty for this, they think.

robber butch that finally takes a good look at the woman in the bedroom. their earlier assessment of gorgeous was an understatement, she was truly beautiful and one of the most attractive women they've ever seen. dressed in silk and lace pajamas, a soft white with black accents, her hair framing her face, radiating with a soft glow. they stay longer than they need to, just to look, to watch. something about this woman is entrancing, they cant look away. she's looking emptily at the wall. it's like she's staring right through them.

robber butch who's alarm beeps quietly on their watch. shit, i gotta get out of here. they slink down the side of the house and sneak by the bushes to their car, rolling out before flicking their lights on and heading home. they lock the door behind them and drops their bag on the table before untying their boots and heading through their dark apartment to the bedroom.

robber butch who slips off their hoodie and pants, and changes into a new pair of boxers and a big old band tee.

robber butch that fires up their laptop to do more research on this woman, finding a facebook and an instagram, even a spotify. peeling through the accounts, finding her likes on twitter and even a "private" account for browsing porn. most times they don't give a shit about their targets, but this one piqued their interest. her eyes, her body, her lips. shit, even her porn was perfect. rough and nasty, harder and far better than the half-assed shit she was getting treated with. i could help you. i could make you feel real good.

robber butch who knows this cant happen again, who recognizes the patterns, who knows they shouldn't do this but cant help it. who remembers how the last time ended. bloody and rotten, with handcuffs and flashing red lights, faces slammed against car doors and one of the best orgasms of their life. who remembers watching the life drain from that shitty boyfriends' eyes, the blood pooling around their knees, the knife digging into his stomach.

robber butch who snaps back to their computer from zoning out. that stops the flashbacks eyes tired and baggy. they dont want to deal with this anymore, and goes to bed, waiting for tomorrow night when they'll actually try to enter the mansion they've been watching.

robber butch that wakes up from dreams about the woman they saw. memories of the boring sex they witnessed earlier that night. robber butch that frustratingly gets themselves off in hopes they sleep better. they open twitter several times just in hopes that getting the memory out of their head would let them sleep.

robber butch that cant let this happen again, that cant keep on thinking about this women they don't even know. this woman they never paid attention to until last night. really until last week. they saw their sex but it never clicked how shitty it was. they remember the first time they saw her, in a sundress tending to the garden. they hadn't paid any much attention except thinking "rich lady, big house." or maybe they did. maybe this has been the plan the whole time. maybe their brain picked her house rather than the all the others that dotted the street. they finally fall asleep, content with believing it was all just coincidence that they're suddenly deeply attracted to this woman. that it wasn't what their brain wanted the whole time. there's plenty of other houses on the street. why this one?

robber butch that wakes on their stomach, face buried into their pillow, with a groan. standing up and rubbing their eyes of morning crust. they check the clock, 2 pm, fuck, and throw a pot of coffee on. that makes an easy breakfast and thinks up final plans before tonight. they sit and wait anxiously, pacing and still fucking thinking about that girl, that gorgeous, gorgeous girl. their hands slip down their sweatpants and under the band of their boxers, sighing before getting off to the image of this lady once again. they drive to the park nearby the street, and sneak through the forest into the chunk of backyards connected to the rich neighborhood her house was in.

robber butch that gets off one more time before breaking in, this time outside behind the shed, quick and fast, this time thinking about the heft of her breasts, the movement they have with each boring thrust. they pull their hand from their boxers and zip up their jeans, buckling the belt. they grab gloves from their pocket and slip them on. they enter through the garage back door, left unlocked stupidly, seeing only one car home, it's her car, his is gone, fuck. fuck fuck fuck. they ideas. he must not be home, it's just her. it's just the two of us.

robber butch that silently opens the door into a coat area, right next to the kitchen. that sneaks through the living room and listens carefully for any noise. they can hear a shower in the master bedroom turning on, that thinks this is the perfect time to rob someone. if they were quiet enough she'd have no idea they were even there. all they'd be left with would be their thoughts and whatever shit they could grab before the shower finished.

robber butch that slithers through the house, grabbing anything that would be quick cash or of some value on their way to the bedroom. the bag slung around one shoulder, dangling a bit and almost close to falling off.

robber butch that makes it up the staircase with no creaks or noises, the shower still going on. a soft humming comes from the bathroom. shit. shit shit shit shit shit. they cant back down at this point, that cant just leave. they need that money. they need something else, too.

robber butch that inches closer closer closer to the master bedroom and to the shower that held the thing they were now truly after. the shower that held the best trophy this stupid house holds. they pull their mask over their face again, not covering their eyes so they could see more clearly. i want her to look me in the eyes, they think, i want to see her eyes when i fuck her.

robber butch that crouches and moves into the dimly lit bedroom, the only light coming from the bathroom and the full moon outside. they pull out the electrical tape before slinking into the walk-in closet to find the safe, easily cracking it (most of them have spare keys you can find on amazon), and stuffing the findings into their bag. they carefully and quietly move back to the bedroom, finding the jewelry box and the watch collection.

robber butch who's bag was now lined with cash, rolled change, jewelry embedded with precious gems, custom made watches plated with gold and platinum, who zipped everything up and went to leave.

robber butch who hears the water shut off. who's heart stops, they freeze.

robber butch that crouches down and attempts to crawl to the door before hearing the sweetest, smoothest, most enticing voice they've ever heard, honey? was there something wrong with your flight? they don't respond. they can't respond, let alone make a noise at all. they dont move except to speed to the nearest wall when they hear the shower door open and someone's feet hit the tile. honey? is that you? i wasn't expecting you to be home until monday.

rober butch that pulls the electrical tape from their pocket, and palm the gun tucked into their jeans. no, they think, i wont need this yet. they drop the bag, careful to not make any clinking noises, and side step closer to the door of the bathroom. the woman steps closer to the door frame, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her damp body.

robber butch that slows their breathing, ready to strike, ready to take down prey like a tiger hidden in the tall grass. that sees the shadow of the woman get larger before seeing a perfectly manicured hand reach out to try to hit the light switch.

robber butch that reaches out and yanks the woman's hand towards them, that wraps their long arms around her chest, one moving up to her mouth to silence her sudden yelp.

robber butch that feels the woman struggling against their arms, shifting and squirming as hard as she can, simply unable to move or really have much impact on her situation at all. shhhh, shhhh, im not gonna hurt you if you're quiet.

robber butch that moves the hand away from her mouth, if you're quiet ill give you a reward, promise. that bring her arms together behind her back and binds them with the black tape, careful to keep her towel intact and her body covered. i just wanna talk right now. they keep a firm hand on the woman's shoulder, their other resting on her hip and holding tightly. your husband, he's not good for you, is he? tears well up, either from the question or the situation, no no. he's a good husband really, are you going to-

robber butch that tightens the grip on her hip, she whimpers, does he hurt you? or does he just suck at fucking you?

robber butch who can feel the womans knees weaken, who has to throw an arm around her waist to keep her from falling, supporting her back against their chest, one of their legs between hers, back against the wall, holding her hips and chest. h-he's just, he's, i don't know. he tells me he loves me i swear. they see right through that. they could very easily take advantage of the woman trapped in their arms. who leans in, lips under the mask pressing against the woman's earlobe, who holds her tighter and closer to their body, who shifts their leg up and against the naked pussy wrapped in the soft towel, what does he make you feel hun? they feel a shudder against their body, whose thumb rubs the hard nipple under the towel, do you wanna feel good for once?

robber butch who feels a soft grind against their knee, slickness spreading against their jeans and a whimpery please coming from the woman they were supposed to be stealing from, supposed to be shoving away and running with the loot they grabbed. they grin against her ear, biting at it hard, fuck yourself on my thigh whore. another shudder from her, back arching and arms pushing into their chest. they pull her up higher on their thigh, rough gloved hand digging into her hip. their other arm coils closer around her shoulders and neck.

robber butch that moves the woman's towel off of her body, revealing her fat breasts and whole nakedness. the hand on her hip moves to hold her wrists in place, pulling her back further into an arch as she grinds helplessly against their clothed thigh. her bare foot rested on their boot to open her legs up more. bruising fingers moved her hips harder against their thigh, clit dragging against the denim, now completely slick and wetting the skin underneath.

robber butch that pushes the woman off of them and down to the floor, that grabs her jaw and shoves her face into the carpet, her round ass in the air, shoulders digging into the carpet, arms and wrists still bound with tape behind her. they stand fully and put their hefty boot on the area between the woman's shoulder blades, stepping lightly and smothering her into the carpet. you're such a dumb whore, a useless slut who wants to be beaten into submission aren't you? ive seen the shit you like, you want this

robber butch who feels the woman's head nod, a pathetic uh huh coming from her puffy lips. they kneel down and fold themselves over her back, one hand tugging on her bound wrists, just enough for pressure but not enough to pull her from the ground, the other's fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. you're so fucking pathetic, i almost want to just leave you like this and get myself off, smack, a hard clap against her ass sent a jolt through her body and pushed a grunt from her mouth, keep you here and come back tomorrow, it's not like your husband will be home, i can just use you over and over again, another hard smack, maybe i'll leave you here, bound with your pretty ass in the air, legs spread, gagged, all for your husband to see, his pretty little wife used and fucked out by another person, another, you think he'd cry?

robber butch that rises and rips a glove off, wetting their fingers with the slick cum dripping from the woman's pussy, if you move ill get my knife out. she whimpers a weak agreement and shifts her hips closer to their body, opening her cunt wider. they have a sick grin on their face, eyes wild with obsession and need as they dip two fingers into her tight hole. they feel a flutter, two actually, one around their fingers, the other creeping through their chest, up the back of their neck, and through their head. dizzy with lust, they pump their fingers faster, adding a third to the woman's pussy and grunting a response to the wild moans dripping into the carpet. the woman's mouth is open and drooling, her back arched, hips twitching wildly, pitiful uh uh uh uh uhs echoing the large bedroom. they add another finger.

robber butch that twists their hand so their thumb bumps against the woman's clit. they flex and scissor their fingers, wetness spreading to their wrist. their free hand gropes her ass again, slapping until it's a hot, bright red. they move their thumb with the rest of their fingers, whole hand twisting and pumping hard, sobs and high pitched, whiny moans, seeping from the woman's mouth, pulling herself into an even harsher angle, eyes rolling back.

robber butch that speeds up their pace, seeing the woman's hips twist, moans speeding up, breaths becoming hitched, deep, chest heaving. her arms twist against the tape and eyes screw shut, im gonna hah, fuck im gonna-

robber butch that pulls their fist away, leaving a gapey, twitchy pussy wet and dripping. the woman pouts and cries out, feet kicking against the carpet as the orgasm sneaks away. her hips bounce against the empty air, i-i need to cum please please please. tears welled in her eyes

robber butch that snorts, and tugs the woman off of the ground, shoving her up onto the bed, her legs helplessly dangling. they pull a thin rope from their bag. the gun wasn't the only thing they packed just in case. they circle the woman's ankles with the rope, binding them together and pulling her legs straight, forcing her shoulders and face into the bed, pressing her head in with their still gloved hand. not yet pretty girl.

robber butch that grips the woman's hair, yanking her up to their chest. they move their hand to her neck, choking her hard and rubbing their thumb against her jaw. your husbands out of town all weekend on a work trip right? that means i can have all the fun i want with you, no interruptions like last time, nobody to take care of, just a fucked out bitch, they pull the gun from the waistband of their jeans. a thick pistol dragged up the hips, belly, and chest of the naked, bound woman, finally resting at the crook of her neck. it's loaded too sweetheart, bet you're dripping at the thought of that, take my glove off and let me check.

robber butch that moves their hands from the woman's neck to her mouth, index and pointer finger slipping between her lips and being grabbed by the white teeth. their hand slips from the leather smoothly, and they stuff the rest of the glove into the woman's mouth as a gag. their free hand moving down to the dripping wet pussy, the woman instantly starts to grind and twitch against their fingers, trying to feel a little friction.

robber butch that presses the gun harder into her cheek, not. yet. wait. they remove their hand and uses it to push the woman back onto the bed, i came prepared for you babes, the gun rested firmly on her ass, their other hand slowly unbuckling their belt, unzipping their jeans and freeing their thick black strap from their boxers, not fully removing their pants. they move the gun down, inching closer to the woman's pussy as both of their chests heaved. panting with anticipation and need, the woman let out a soft hum against the glove as the butch slips the cold edge of the gun into her cunt. they thrust lightly, moving their strap to rest along the woman's clit between her legs, slickness leaking and lubing both the gun and the hard dick.

robber butch that slaps the still pink cheek of the woman bent in front of them, other hand thrusting the gun harder into her pussy, beg for my dick like the worthless slut you are. they pull the glove out of her mouth and the woman whimpers out a string please oh god please fuck me with your cock please please please, legs squirming against the ropes, sharp breaths with every thrust of the thick cold pistol.

robber butch that pulls the gun away, a string of cum sticking to it before falling against the back of the woman's thigh. they move the strap into it's place, with one quick thrust they shove the length of it into the woman's wet sloppy cunt. she lets out a drawn out whine that turns into a gasp as they pull out and thrust again.

robber butch that whips the woman's ass with the gun with each hard thrust, leaving rough red marks from the hard metal, eliciting more and more sobs and shudders against their thick strap. look at you taking all of me, so cockhungry you just couldn't wait to take it all, fucking pitiful. they thrust harder, digging their hips into the flesh of the woman's ass, pushing their cock deeper and deeper into her sloppy pussy. id fucking love to get you pregnant.

robber butch that can feel the woman squirm under them, fighting against her binds and the heft of their body, moaning helplessly into the mattress. they speed up their pace, pounding her against the side of the bed, dropping the gun next to the woman's body as they grip her hips hard, surely leaving more bruises. the sighs and groans are the only thing either of them can hear, so close to their own releases, jutting into each other. fucking back into the thrusts and looking over her shoulder, the woman babbles out a g-gonna cum i gotta, hngh-more moans, more high pitched weak uh uh uh uh uh uhs

robber butch that keeps their pace, inching closer and closer to a release themselves with the friction from the harness on their clit. that's fuckin it baby just like that, bounce on it and cum for me babes. with a few more quick, hard thrusts, they're both gasping and panting, letting orgasms roll through the two of them, grinding against each other and whining, riding the release out. the woman writhes and twists, legs bending and fighting against their restraints.

robber butch that pulls out and tucks the strap back into their pants, zipping up and straightening their clothes. they whip out the box cutter and cut the woman free of the tape and rope. her limbs shakily stretch out as the lets out a tired groan, are you gonna leave?

robber butch that smirks to themselves, cant supposed you'd let me stay, i am stealing from you after all. the woman is too fucked out to comprehend much, and hums a soft dismissal before falling into a sleep.

robber butch that tucks the woman in, folding the duvet over her naked, bruised, body. they shut the lights off in the bathroom and gathers their things, tucking the gun back into their waistband and shoving tape and rope into their backpack. with one last look at the sleeping lady, they lurk out of the house, back through the garage door leading to the backyard and walks confidently through the forest back to their car in the parking lot. when they get inside, they pull the cash they grabbed from the safe, $5,600, jesus christ. it was enough to take care of the bills for at least a little bit. this is before pawning off and selling all of the jewelry and watches.

robber butch that feels a sudden ping of guilt. you should return the jewelry. they shake their head, just because she was a good lay doesn't mean she deserves her stuff back. right? shit, im going back tomorrow aren't i?

robber butch that heads back to their apartment, happy with the multiple success from tonight, but ultimately tired. they step in the shower and scrub the sweat and grime off of themselves. drying themselves, they throw on a pair of boxers and collapse in their bed, sleepy, content, drifting quickly into a dream-filled sleep, thinking of the woman in all of her glory, and all of the things they'd do to her the next night.