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whorefordina · 1 day
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bonewreath · 14 days
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so, your best friend accidentally sent you a video of her masturbating. what now?
18+ below! smut smut smut!
ellie’s bedroom is heavy with the scent of sex, her fingers still pruned from her own wetness. she’s spent the last few minutes tense and panicked, too paralyzed with anxiety to get up and put some clothes on, and she’s considering what she’ll change her name to and where she’ll move to start a new life when you finally, finally text her back.
it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?
the weight on her chest eases a bit at your reassurance, but a new spark of uncertainty flares up at the second part of the message: give me a second to reply. jaw tight, she sends you a question mark, then follows up with you don’t have to respond. it’s probably better if you don’t?? again i’m so fucking sorry.
but as the minutes tick by, slow and lazed, she starts to panic again. her mind conjures every possible response you could send her next: an angry thesis statement on why ellie’s a disgusting pervert, a seething comment about how stupid she must be for sending a video like that so carelessly. would you ever look at her the same way? would things ever be the same?
all it takes is another notification from you to make every imagined worst-case scenario evaporate. ellie clicks the notification as soon as it pops up, chewing on the soft flesh of her inner lip.
it’s a video.
you sent her a video.
she hits the play button without a second thought, heartbeat thudding in her ears.
“i know you’re probably embarrassed,” you say, head tilting as you frown with sympathy. a blush paints ellie’s cheeks bright red. “but i need you to know how wet that made me.”
holding the camera up, you extend your arm outwards to reveal the rest of your body - your naked body, ellie realizes with a shock. she sits up in bed, back ramrod straight, her phone shaking as a nervous tremor strikes through her. but she can’t look away - not when you’re tracing a hand down the soft curves of your body, fingertips grazing over one peaked nipple, then moving lower, lower. ellie swears she’s forgotten how to breathe.
you release a pleased hum. “i liked watching you touch yourself,” you say, so matter-of-fact. “i hope you like watching me.”
and she does, god she does. she settles back down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the screen as you work two fingers through your soaked folds. you moan and sigh and keen, rolling your hips down against your own hand, the wet sounds of your pussy so intoxicating, ellie can’t believe she’s gone her whole life without seeing you like this.
and it might be wrong, the way her own hand drifts between her legs to find herself still hot and wet, but she doesn’t have it in herself to care. she dips a finger inside of herself as she watches you ride your own hand, grinding down on your palm as your fingers work in and out of your cunt. she finds a rhythm that matches your own; soon enough, you’re both gasping at the pleasure building beneath your waistline. with every roll of your hips, ellie’s cunt tightens, flooding with slickness - as if she could get any wetter.
as you get closer to the edge, your grip on your phone falters and the camera starts to shake. ellie hisses and curses under her breath when your phone captures the blissed-out look on your face: eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, teeth sinking into your lower lip.
“oh - oh my god,” you stutter, panting, “i’m gonna come, ellie.”
ellie. ellie ellie ellie.
“holy fuck.” ellie’s pussy clamps down around her fingers at the sound of her name on your lips; her thumb glides over her clit just right, and she didn’t think she’d come this fast but she does, her vision exploding into blinding white as her orgasm crashes into her. it’s the only time she looks away from the video on her screen - but she certainly hears your orgasm, all high-pitched moans and ragged breaths, your cunt gushing onto your fingers.
when ellie finds the strength to open her eyes again, the video is still playing. you’re catching your breath, chest shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. you look at the camera and smile. ellie thinks she might pass out.
“thanks for the video,” you say, lifting your free hand up to wave.
when you bring your fingers to your mouth and purse your lips around them, sucking them clean of your own come, ellie’s sure she’s going to pass out.
and then, she decides, she’s going to fuck you stupid.
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amourrs · 22 days
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ellie who reaches up whilst her head is buried between your legs, fingers flexing as they chase after your own. you're too fucked out to notice as you fist the sheets in desperation, struggling as they slide through your fingers. ellie notices and takes her mouth off you abruptly, the beginnings of a frown knitting themselves together between her eyebrows. you whine slightly, a single pleasured tear rolling down from the edge of your eye across the expanse of your cheek. your girlfriend catches it with her tongue- a ministration that should probably gross you out, but somehow is sort of attractive?? "why'd you stop?" you ask, desperation rife in your tone as your hand reaches out as if to put ellie's head back where it belongs. she reaches out and clasps your fingers within her own, weaving her digits with yours until your hands are palm to palm with fingers interlaced. "just wanted to hold my girl's hand. that okay with you?" she cocks an eyebrow as heat rushes to your face. "mhm. yep. totally- oh fuck-" you're interrupted as your girl (your girl!!!) laves her tongue over your clit, warmth rushing through your body as your nerve endings set alight, still sensitive from your two prior orgasms. ellie's fingers squeeze yours. "i know. doin' so good for me, babe. just gimme two more and then we can cuddle n' watch season two of our show, yeah? sound good?"
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insanermin · 13 days
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✮ whenever you couldn't sleep, you'd lightly tap ellie, or inch closer to her. sometimes she'd wake up and sometimes she wouldn't, and when she did, ellie turned around, strong arms wrapped around your body while placing her hand on either your hip or belly. "hmm?" she'd say, voice raspy and eyes barely open. her messy hair and her scrunching her nose are adorable. you whisper that you can't sleep and that you're sorry you woke her up. "shhh, it's okay, come here love." ellie pulls you closer, you feel her bare warm skin against yours, her scent and the rhythm of her breath and heartbeat comfort you. she'd plant a soft kiss on your shoulder before dozing off and in the morning, she'd never recall waking up in the middle of the night. ellie might be half asleep but it's muscle memory to love you, it's an instinct to protect you and it never crossed her mind to treat you any different. ✮
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seattlesellie · 11 months
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this is quite literally the nastiest audio ive ever made <3
apologies in advance, nsfw
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pearlcigs · 2 months
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jackson!ellie is always so sleepy. she'll fall asleep anywhere and everywhere. once you found her curled up by shimmer, sleeping soundly with hay in her hair. poor girl was so confused when you woke her up. anyway, point is, ellie is a very sleepy girl. whenever she was with you, she'd drag you to the nearest couch or bed, tangling your limbs in a cuddle. she would always lay on top of you, claiming she liked to listen to your heartbeat but you thought it was because she likes laying between your tits. you two agree to disagree on that one. regardless, her head was always rested on your chest. eyes closed, breathing calm, as she listened to the drum of your heart.
"i just like hearing your heartbeat. don't make me out to be a perv." she protested, nuzzling her head right between your breasts. "it's not my fault your tits are in my way." she continued, her attitude rising every minute she was forced to stay awake longer. "alright, alright. whatever you say, sleepy girl." you laughed, rolling your eyes at her feisty words. she could hear your laugh, it echoing in her ear from your chest. she breathed in slowly, taking in the scent of you. she was in love with you.
she always promised she wouldn't fall asleep. she just wanted to cuddle and rest her eyes for just a minute. but a minute turned into 5, and 5 minutes turned into 30 and then she was asleep. even after she'd fall asleep you'd run your hands through her hair, rub the small of her back. your favorite activity though was tracing the lines of her tattoo. feeling the bumpiness of her skin from the chemical burn that ached your heart with every glimpse you caught of it. ellie had a hard life, she wouldn't go into much detail but you knew from the way she would avoid meeting your eyes with every small glance into her past. so i guess letting her sleep for a little while couldn't hurt.
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angelanderson · 2 months
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jackson!ellie x reader 💌💋
cw: dom!ellie, subspace, mostly fluffy!!!! + cannonverse & light smut (r!receiving). mdni!
jackon!ellie loves coming home to you after a long day. she adores her sweet, sweet girl. her favorite days are the ones where you’re waiting for her to get home all doe-eyed and needy for her. the days where you just want to be all reliant on her. she loves to take care of her girl; she can’t deny it!
on your shared days off, ellie will have you feeling floaty the second you’re both awake. your clothes will be picked out for you before your hair is braided by her. each stroke of the soft bristled brush she found you makes your brain feel more and more like honey. ellie always attaches a strip of an old t-shirt tied into a bow to the end now. you quickly became obsessed with ribbon after seeing a girl sport one in a pre-apocalypse magazine.
ellie can barely get things done on those days; you become so clingy with her. when ellie wants to shower, you demand to sit outside and incoherently chat with her. she’ll cut up your afternoon snack of strawberries into little hearts just to see the way you smile at her. the heart-shaped snack tastes even better knowing that ellie traded them just for you. you’re practically glued to her the entire day.
eventually, as always expected, you get real needy for ellie. you need something only she can fix. ellie knows exactly what you’re needing from her the second you pull your doe eyes on her. she won’t deny you when you’re like this; you’re just too angelic for her. you’re always taken care of the second you start begging with her, looking up with those pretty little eyes.
ellie can’t help but shove you onto the bed, no matter how sweet the moment is. she’ll coax orgasm after orgasm out of you. her fingers and tongue have your back arching away the bed, soaking your shared bed. “‘s okay angel, you can give me another”, “such a good girl” and “oh yeah? you like that?”, and “looking so good for me, my perfect girl” are the words you hear all night. her voice drips honey, leaving your cunt soaking for her to use all night.
“oh, my sleepy girl. let’s get all cozy for bed now,” she coos after you’ve given her all you could. she presses a kiss to your forehead. you give her one back between giggles. jackson!ellie lives for these moments with you.
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house wife reader x mean ellie 👀 ellie works long hours on the weekdays and takes out all of her anger on her docile wife who cooks all her meals, does all of her laundry, cleans the entire house, and make sure ellie’s satisfied 24/7.
Satisfied - (ellie williams x housewife reader)
hi anon! mean ellie? hell yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I added my own twist. I hope you enjoy &lt;3
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Pairing: mean ellie x housewife fem!reader
requests are open, feel free to leave one!
HUGE warnings: toxic relationships, murder, gore, violence
Summary: in which you were the perfect housewife
authors note: I'm literally trying to empty out my request inbox, so be ready because there's a bunch of fics coming your way!
"so when last have you seen her?" The police officer asked as he sat across you.
"well she went out yesterday and she never came back"
you saw him look at you and Ellie's house as he was taking notes.
"Any arguments?"
"No"
once again you saw the pen write something on some paper. You wanted to know what exactly he was writing about.
What was talking him so long? You wanted him to fucking leave.
"Thank you for answering these questions, we'll call if we need anything else" the officer said as he stood up.
"Thank you for your hard work! Do I need to walk you out?" You asked with smile
"no, I'll show myself out" was all he said as he walked towards the front door.
As soon as he was out of sight you got up and ran to window to check if he was gone. You watched his car pull out the driveway, and you let out a sigh of relief.
fucking finally.
You ran to you and Ellie's shared room, and between heavy breathes you said "she almost caught us baby".
You walked towards the bed, where Ellie's decomposing body lay. Flies circled her body, her skin was pale and cold to the touch.
You put some of her hair behind her ear "it's ok now, they'll never catch us" you whispered
You loved Ellie. And you would anything for you. Anything including quitting your job and becoming her housewife.
In the beginning you hated it, staying home, cooking, cleaning. But when Ellie praised you, you fucking loved it.
And soon after you became the stereotypical housewife. Cute outfits, aprons that matched whatever you wore. You always woke up before her, to prepare her favorite breakfast. You cooked her dinner.
You fucking did everything.
The two of you were happy. Until Ellie got a promotion. She got more work, the pressure was getting worse for the poor girl.
Ellie came home late and most nights she barley even slept. You tried supporting your wife as best you could. You tried cleaning the house before she came come. You did all her laundry, you even chose her outfits most days.
But it was never enough for her.
One night you cooked Ellie's favorite meal. A prideful smile was on your lips as you put the plate in front of her.
This would cheer her up. You knew it would.
Ellie glanced down at the plate, and she looked back at you. The dark circles under her eyes looked even darker than they did yesterday.
"You are so fucking pathetic" she started.
"I work all fucking day to come to this shit? And look, this table is dusty" she added.
Ellie got up from where she was sitting and she threw the plate filled with food onto the floor. "You have cleaning to do, and don't fucking serve this shit again" she walked out of the dining room and you sat there mouth agape.
This was the first time she's ever said anything like that to you. You sobbed in the kitchen that night. You felt sick to your stomach.
Everything you did was for Ellie and for the first time she wasn't satisfied with you.
Your main mission in life became to serve. To serve her. But what do you do when the one you did everything for, wasn't satisfied?
The next morning you woke up bright and early, and you cooked Ellie a widespread of breakfast. Fruit salad, bacon, eggs pancakes and so much more decorated the table.
You heard the bedroom door open and you saw her walk out, she glanced at the table
"I'm not hungry" was all she said and she walked out the front door.
You were shattered.
Since that day everything you did was wrong.
You couldn't clean right.
Her fingers ran along the cupboard, and she looked at you with a frown.
"Can you not clean right? Should i get a maid? Because you cant do shit"
you couldn't do the laundry right.
you stood in the doorway watching Ellie fit on her suit. She looked herself in the mirror before she made eye contact with you.
"It's still wrinkled and there's a stain" she pointed out.
"fix it" was all she said before she threw the clothes on the floor.
You couldn't even cook right.
Ellie only had one spoon of her food before she pushed her plate to the side
"what's wrong?" you asked
"this is disgusting"
it hurts. Every insult Ellie hurled at you hurt.
You knew she was stressed but it didn't give her the right to take her stress out on you.
One night you tried talking to Ellie. But she didn't want to. She didn't have energy for this.
"Don't you have a house to clean? Oh wait you can't even do that right" she said through a chuckle.
You snapped.
You let out a scream as you grabbed the lamp on your side of the bed. You jumped onto the bed, and you shit her over and over again.
"I"
*hit
"am"
*hit
"the perfect"
*hit
"housewife" you yelled.
Blood littered the walls, and your hands. Heavy breathes left your mouth as you looked at the scene.
"Oh Ellie I'm sorry! This room is filthy! I'll clean it"
you scrubbed the walls, you changed the bedding and you gave her a bath.
Everything was back to normal. It was all clean.
You looked at her decomposing body. She looked peaceful and she wasn't being mean anymore.
This was the girl you fell in love with.
You gave her a kiss on the forehead before you muttered "its time for breakfast" and you left the room to start making your girl breakfast.
You weren't sure how long you were going to get away with this, but for the time being you were happy.
She was better dead anyway.
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itsbecomeblue · 26 days
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fucking ellie with the strap ellie williams smut drabble
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cw: strap usage and ass play? e!receiving, strap referred to as cock, not explicit if readers fem or masc, they're in love.
thinking 'bout... making ellie ride your strap until she gets tired and you coo “baby's tired? you tired, huh?” when you notice her going slower.
“mhmm… yeah” she whined, nodding. you hold her flushed face, mesmerized by her teary green eyes and freckled cheeks that were tainted pink.
she leans in to kiss you and you gently kiss her back but roughly thrust up into her to give your own clit attention again, making ellie moan against your lips.
“on fours, baby. come on.” you pull out, eyeing her puffy clit and stretched out cunt, helping her up.
she eagerly crawls on the bed, turning her ass to you as she holds her weight on her elbows and knees. she looks back at you with the sweetest smile and you just wanna make her cum.
you run your fingers along her back, making her squirm under you. you're pressed up against her, strap agaisnt her ass.
“jus’fuck me.” she reaches out for your strap, pushing it inside of her wet pussy. you smile at that.
“so needy for cock, aren't you?” she doesn't see it, but she can hear you smiling and she does too.
“yeah… need your cock.” she moans, pushing back on you, strap bumping harder on your clit. you moan back.
 “ohhh that's right, but let me do that for you, ‘kay?” you hold and kiss her lower back and her arches. you kiss lower and lower and she's clenching around your strap.
you spit down her ass before starting to thrust hard and slow. she hasn't stopped moaning, your thumb meets her spit wet asshole and you rub it. it's getting harder to thrust and you're soaked.
“tightest fucking pussy.” you grunt and slap her ass. she moans even louder and you can feel your clit throb.
you keep your pace, holding her waist and caressing her back. pleasuring her and yourself with every thrust.
“yesyesyes 'm close.” her arms dropped and her face pressed up against the mattress. “faster.”
“i got you.” and you're thrusting fast and hard, ellie's a moaning mess of ‘yes's. you feel yourself close to orgasm too.
“c-cumming.” she moans with a raspy and tired voice, she's gone
“yeah, cream my cock.” you moan, getting lost in the pleasure of your clit bumping against the base of the strap everytime you thrust into her.
you fuck her through her orgasm as she cums around your strap. you don't stop, chasing your own high that doesn't take long to catch up.
“f-fuck.” you moan, thrusting deeper and ellie lets out a pornographic moan.
the base of your strap meets her ass and you ride it, cumming against the strap and her ass. you pull out as you fall next to her, both your bodies sweaty.
she holds you, you two filling eachother's faces with kisses and eachother's ears with 'i love you's.
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elsweetheart · 1 year
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i just know ellie is the best kisser, even to the point where she gets flustered.
the two of you would be making out, and it just feels so good that you can’t help letting little moans out because how is she doing that with her mouth? and after a while ellie pulls away for a moment, dropping her head down against your shoulder panting. “fuck.” she breathes out and you giggle in confusion.
“what? are you out of breath?” you question, running your hands down her strong shoulders before she looks up at you, flushed across her freckled cheeks and brows furrowed slightly.
“no, i mean yeah— but— shit, the noises you make are just so…” she closes her eyes for a moment and luckily so, because she would have exploded if she saw how doe eyed you went.
“oh, m’sorry ellie. i didn’t mean to— you’re just a good kisse—”
“don’t say sorry, oh my god. it’s hot— i just, you’re making me wanna fuck you and i told myself i’d take it slow with you, okay?”
oh.
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cybertronic69 · 6 months
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- sleepover with loser bff!ellie (blurb)
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"talk to me..." you mumble as you slowly rest your head on ellie's thigh. her breath seems to get uneven. she starts to awkwardly stroke your hair, a small blush coming over her face. she tries to form words, but she's way too nervous to do so. "i wanna hear your voice... it's pretty."
"you like it?" is the only thing she manages to say. her voice is small and shy, nothing like the usual deep voice that she does when you're around. this time, she was caught off guard and forgot all about her cool, nonchalant act.
"yeah." you simply whisper as you look up at her.
"do you... what..." she clears her throat. "what do you want me to talk about?" her green eyes sparkle as she struggles to keep eye contact with you.
"about anything... maybe even some of the nerdy stuff you like." your eyes are now closed as only the sound of your breathing can be heard in the room. literally only your breathing cause ellie can't do that at all at the moment, thank you very much.
"sure... for example... i... like dinosaurs? they... are super interesting... yeah." her voice is a bit quiet and breaks, because that's how awkward she is. usually she manages to keep her cool around you, but right now... the moment is so intimate. just you and her in your cozy bedroom... low, warm lighting from the table lamp being the only thing that allows you to see each other's faces. "what about you?" her voice is even quieter than before, somehow. "any nerdy stuff that you like?"
"you." as your little whisper hangs in the air, ellie's heart sinks. she feels ill. she tries to chuckle, awkwardly, to cover the fact that she's blushing like crazy.
"me?" her voice has a hint of forced playfulness. deep inside (maybe not so deep as she thinks, cause it's showing) she's so nervous that you're gonna find out her biggest secret: the stupid crush she has on you.
"yeah." you merely whisper, a tiny little smile adorning your lips. you look peaceful and calm with your head resting on her thigh. ellie stares at your face, in a daze. she hesitantly takes one of your hands and strokes it with her thumb. she hopes you can't feel her hands sweating. after a few moments, she moves her hand to your face and caresses your cheek, her touch soft and tender. she sighs. you need to know.
after some time of pure silence, ellie slowly moves her head closer to your ear. "i like you..." her tone is sweet like honey, but she still sounds so nervous. poor thing.
"i like you too, els..." your tone is just as sweet as hers. ellie gives you a smile, her cheeks pink. she carefully takes one of your hands and places it on one of her cheeks. when she feels the warmth of your touch, she closes her eyes. she looks calmer now. then you peck her cheek. fuck, she's not calm at all.
"um..." her lips are slightly pursed as she tries to hold back a school girl giggle. she doesn't say anything, just looks at you. her face is as pink as it can be, and she looks so cute. when she feels your gentle touch on her hair, your noses almost touching, her heartbeat quickens like she's about to have a fucking seizure. her body starts to tremble and everything. she gently strokes your shoulder, not knowing what to do now as your faces are getting closer and closer and closer...
you kiss. and it's wonderful. ellie doesn't let you go, her soft lips touching and caressing yours. she waited for too long already. her hold on you is tight, her hands are on your back, and her body is pressing against yours. when your soft tongue touch hers, she really tries to hold in a noise, but then you moan, and she whimpers.
the kiss ends, not by choice, leaving you both gasping for air in the heat of your room. you bury your face in the crook of her neck, feeling her fast and uneven breathing. without any words, she strokes your hair, trying to calm herself first. she lets out a soft sigh when you kiss her neck. her body is still trembling. "don't do that..." the whisper is mumbled and weak.
"why not?" she can feel your smile as you say this, even tho she can't see your face right now.
"cause it makes me..." she sighs and groans. "you know."
"does it make you all dizzy?" you kiss her jaw, and she shuts her eyes hard. "does it make you... want to fuck me?" ellie felt that like a punch on her stomach.
"stop..." she grumbles, looking away. suddenly, the bed felt too small, the room felt too small, her boxers felt too small.
"i..." you start, and ellie quickly looks at you again. you giggle. "nothing." she snorts.
"say it." her eyebrows are furrowed, her lips pressed in a thin line, making her look very concentrated like you're about to reveal some deep knowledge to humankind.
"i..." you whisper in her ear. "...love you." her lips twitch in a slight grin.
"yeah, man... love you too... or whatever." she blurts out, looking away with a flushed expression. cute.
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just a silly little blurb that someone might enjoy ! send me asks anytime ☆
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astralnymphh · 2 months
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from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this. DO NOT BUY THE REMASTER, TLOU2, TLOU1, OR ANY GAME FROM NAUGHTY DOG! neil druckmann (the creator) is a zionist. PLEASE READ THIS. AND REBLOG THIS.
bro i so desperately need jackson!ellie to sit me on her lap, fondle my hips and thighs till her fingertips ooze into them warmly— tapping her thumb here and there, letting me rant her ear off with humdrums and fixations, humming sexy, "hmm?" and cooing, "yeah? tell me more." or, "aw, that's s'cute. you always been into that?" literally fucking me with her eyes meanwhile her sweet somethings are so innocently flipping my tummy AHHHHHHHH. need her to pin my pelvis down whenever i try to get up n go, "hold on— hold on, i wanna keep talking. m'not bored of ya yet." and gives me little pecks on the corners of my lips, or puckers those pretty buds to my neck while i ramble. UGHHHH
beating the loser jackson!ellie allegations by giving some more situations where im absolutely mushy under her thrall
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bonewreath · 15 days
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smut! 18+ below, minors dni.
thinking about ellie accidentally sending you a video of her fingering herself.
the video preview is completely dark, so you have no clue what to expect when you click the play button. you assume it’s another one of her rants - lately she’s taken to sending you clips of herself complaining about her family, work, politics. she’s sent a few videos of her trying new foods while completely obliterated on an edible, too, which you’re kind of hoping for. her eyes look so pretty all droopy and red, and she has the cutest laugh when she’s high.
but oh, no. this is… nothing like that.
you’re lounging in bed, head propped up against a pillow, when you get the notification from ellie and click to your text thread. you hit play on the video, watching with a furrowed brow as the camera moves from darkness - the forest green fabric of ellie’s duvet, you realize - to reveal her room. and it’s a familiar sight; you’ve been there a hundred times. but that’s where the familiarity ends.
because this new camera angle shows ellie naked from the waist down.
she’s flushed, her cheeks tinged the faintest shade of pink. her chest rises and falls in a quick rhythm; the light catches on a smear of wetness on her inner thigh, and you realize with a flutter in your belly that she’d been going at it for a while before she’d pulled out the camera.
“okay, fuck,” ellie pants, her voice a bit tinny through the speakers of your cell phone. she lifts one muscled thigh to her bed, which she’s standing before - right in front of the camera. your mouth goes dry as your eyes flicker over her body: heather grey tank riding up her toned hips, the faintest sheen of sweat on her chest, her thigh flexing as she spreads herself in front of the camera.
“i got close beforehand so i wouldn’t… didn’t wanna be nervous,” she says, avoiding eye contact with her phone. “but i’m - wait. why the fuck am i talking? you’re not supposed to talk in these, are you?”
blood rushes into your cheeks, warming your face until you feel like your skin is about to burn off. you should probably stop watching, shouldn’t you? you should click out of the video, pretend you never opened it in the first place. this is clearly not for you to see.
but you can’t look away.
ellie reaches her hand between her legs, and your stomach warms with arousal. there’s a flutter between your legs that leaves you squeezing your thighs together, seeking pressure.
“oh god,” ellie mutters as her fingers play in her own pussy, the lewd, wet sounds echoing. she slips a finger inside of herself, then two, her eyes fluttering shut as a string of curses leaves her lips.
she starts to pump her fingers, the heel of her hand pressed to her clit, and your breath catches in your throat when she looks up at the camera. you know she’s not really looking at you this way, but you tense up regardless. the look in her eyes is sultry, lustful, hungry.
there’s a growing damp spot on your underwear.
ellie’s getting close; her brows are pinched together in concentration, and each of her moans is more ragged and high-pitched than the last. beneath the thin fabric of her tank, you see her abs tense with her impending orgasm. you bite your lip until you’re sure you taste blood.
she comes with a shuddering cry, bicep flexing as her hand stalls between her legs. strands of auburn hair, darkened with sweat, cling to her freckled forehead. she lowers her leg from the bed and stands upright again, still panting. she reaches for the camera and the video ends.
you’re still staring wide-eyed at your phone when a series of texts come through from ellie.
oh my god
please tell me you didn’t see that
holy fuck i’m an idiot
i’m so sorry
i did not mean to send that to you. holy shit i’m sorry
your chest tightens with sympathy - you can imagine how panicked ellie is on the other line, how utterly ruined her post-orgasm bliss must be.
you type out a quick response: it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?
finding a convenient place to prop up your phone, you hook your thumbs over your underwear and tug them off, leaning forward to press record on your phone.
read part two here!
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amourrs · 24 days
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soccer!ellie who has to eat you out the night before every big game, insisting that her team will lose if she doesn’t. “what can i say, baby? gotta make this pretty pussy feel good... s'my good luck charm. you gonna deprive me of my good luck?” she’s so fucking messy about it too- spitting on your cunt before she gently prises your folds apart, index finger running teasingly through them to brush your clit as you jolt and whimper beneath her. “so fucking wet for me and i haven’t even touched you yet, baby, jesus.” she’s so turned on that her accent’s slipped into a kind of semi-texan drawl (reminiscent of the summer you spent together at her uncle tommy’s ranch) and it’s not long before her fingers are sliding into you, slick with your arousal as your hips buck up to meet her ministrations. “hear that, babe? sweet little cunt’s talkin’ to me, she’s sayin’ how good i’m making you feel… ain’t that right, baby?” it takes you a second to realise that the question isn’t aimed at you. she’s looking directly at your cunt when she says it and it feels so, so crass that it embarrasses you, causing you to bury your head in the pillows. “aww. is my girl embarrassed? s’okay, baby. won’t be embarrassing when we win tomorrow… d’you think if i make you cum twice, the other team just won’t show up at all?”
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no thoughts just soft ellie moments
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laying back with ellie on your stomach, hands softly scratching in her scalp as she wears it down for once. her eyes rolled back and closed in comfort. you sit up, suddenly, shifting the weight to your hands as you lean back.
she groans at the loss, furrowing her brows, “what?”
“nothing. just wanna look at you.” you say, hearing the dreaminess in your own voice.
her eyes flutter open, a growing grin on her lips, “that's kinda gay, babe.”
you immediately roll your eyes, sure you can see brain, “shut the fuck uppp.”
“oh, did i ruin your moment, baby? i’m sorry.” she lifts and turns, giving you a short kiss. chuckling a little when you trail after her as she pulls back.
she turns, plops her head back onto your lap and hums expectantly. you bring your hand down, moving the hair from the centre of her forehead, and lean down to kiss the spot. her eyebrow inclines slightly, a small smile creeping in. you brush over her cheek, then kiss there, too. then the other. then her nose.
ellie's nose crinkles, her grin taking up half her face now as she stifles a giggle, “what're you doing?”
“can i not kiss my girl anymore?” you murmur eyes running over every inch of her face, grinning at the coy blush on her cheeks.
“whatever.” she mumbles, pretending she's not practically melting under your touch.
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author's note; booooo ‼️🍅🍅 sorry this is NOT my best but I like. Thought it? Definitely not double checked and this has been in my drafts LONG enough. I'll try to convince myself to post my bazillion requests later, though!!!!! again pls pls give me thoughts and constructive criticism because... this could have been better probably. or actually, this is amazing and I'm a perfect authour. (delusion 😍) creds to @ cafekitsune for the dividers !!!
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seattlesellie · 11 months
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ellie x plushies obsessed reader hq’s
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ellie beefing with plushies for 40 minutes straight
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ellie fucks u with a plushie <3
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♡ first of all, dont get it wrong. ellie buys you the actual plushies she has this ongoing beef with. she straight up walks around town, probably dealing or some shit, and then she just sees a plushie that is so you from the window of a kids store, and she staright up runs to get it. jesses all like “where the f-….” and one second later, he sees her standing in line, holding a pink squishmallow ready to pull out her credit card. “sorry” she mouthes to him. “for my girl”
♡ as much as ellie loves to see your face light up when she comes home with a limited edition sanrio plushie, she loves trolling you even more. shed literally see a demonic looking plushie and get it for you, only to see how upset you get over it. shit makes her laugh so hard. shes all giggling like “wh- babe its pretty!! look at its eyes its like he sees through you- s’romantic actually”, she speaks, trying to hold her laughter. youre standing there, simply baffled, just staring at her. “ellie. that is a spongebob plushie and it looks deranged- and why is he missing a shoe?!” you question. she just huffs and says “i dont know” with a guilty look on her face. when you deadpan her she just says “i wanted to see what its feet look like” ¿¿¿ you shove her and she gets all offended and says “pfft… you dont get it” you tell her that monstrosity is not welcomed in your home and she ends up. sleeping with it. every night. ellie sleeps with a spongebob plushie (i hc ellie as being a spongebob lover btw i know shed be quoting him like hes kafka)
♡ one night, you walk to your room, the door is like half closed and you just keep hearing sounds of huffing and muffled breaths. you take a peak, and you literally see ellie flipping off and mouthing “fuck you” to all of your little plushies. youre standing there with this shocked expression, baffled to see your girlfriend pretending to punch the plushies and whispering at them to fuck off. you walk in, and ellie turns to look at you and she looks so guilty, like joel just caught her eating cookies at 3am. “ellie. what are you doing?” you question. she huffs, rolls her her eyes, “they were looking at me weird”
♡ youre naked together, cuddled up after getting your pussy destroyed, and ellie takes out two plushies from behind her. “this is you” she points at the pink ribboned plushie, “and this is me” she points at the black squishmallow. she takes both of them in her hands, bumps them together, and begins demonstrating her wonderful show. the black squishmallow is humping the pink one from the back. ellie pants heavily. “els.” you say, warning her. she gives you a sly look. “mmmhm ellie” she moans. “fuckkk ellie- so so good” youre so shocked, you cover your eyes under the blanket before you even think to grab them off her hands. “taking it so good” she says with a darth-vader like voice. “fuck me harder please” she mocks in a high pitched voice and starts moaning like a porn star. your cheeks are so hot you cant even move. “gonna cum- ellie lemme cum” shes screaming now, youre pretty sure your neighbors can hear. you start kicking her beneath the blanket, and that only makes it worse “ellieeeeee get me pregnant” she yells and moans louder and louder. youre basically assaulting her legs now, pushing her away, which leads her to finish her wonderful spectacle with a “best ive ever had ellie. best ive ever had” youre screaming and yelling at her for sexually harassing your dolls and shes laughing like a maniac, literal tears fall from her eyes. “ooooh-“ she wipes a tear. “that was so fucking funny” she speaks, holding her stomach wheezing. “not funny” you deadpan. “too funny. ahh- shouldve been a comedian” she says. she shouldnt.
♡ shes buried deep inside, your leg resting on her shoulder, tears falling from your eyes from how good, how intensely shes fucking you. a white creamy circle starts forming on her strap. “you crying?” she teases, squeezing your cheeks together forcefully. “mhm-mhm ellie” you whine, cunt flooded with pleasure, and pain, because its so big, and shes so fast. “cry some more” she commands, panting over you. “taking me so so good… my good girl” she coos, lost in the feeling of the harness bumping her clit, and her girl coming undone beneath her. “cant take it… too much!” you plead. shes circling your clit, so slow, just to torture you some more. her hand stops squeezing your tit, and theres a little surprise shes holding on to. “take it” she commands, and places the plushie on your chest, staring directly into your eyes. “hug it for me. gonna make it easier, fuck” she rambles, feeling her own orgasm coming closer and closer. “el- so- so” you cry out, mumbling incoherently and squeezing the doll so tight its eyes almost pop. “jesus christ- cute, so fucking- cute” she pants. her breathing gets heavier and heavier and shes pushing the strap inside even deeper, squeezing out your arousal. “god damn” she growls.
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