#ellie x f!reader

[poebot]

modern!ellie gf headcannons (shes so silly)

-i think the tips of her ears would turn bright red when she’s nervous or shy. the first time you kiss her she lets out this breathy little chuckle and just stares at you, lips parted and ears flushed

-everyone hc’s her as a suave flirt (even i’ve fallen victim to the propaganda) but if we’re being realistic she has absolutely no game until you’re actually official and the nervousness has lessened. like if you were to flirt with her within the first month of dating she’d get all fidgety and smiley, hiding her face in your neck and telling you to shut up. she sucks at accepting compliments so she shows you her appreciation with a gentle press of her lips against yours

-you know that one scene from the barbie movie. with the ken’s playing the guitar. that’s literally ellie. whenever she learns a new losercore song she begs you to facetime or watch her play it in person. i imagine her getting so genuinely mad when she messes up infront of you, letting out annoyed ‘fuck’s, embarrassed that she screwed up in front of her girl

-had a skating phase. she sucked at it and would fall and bust her hands and knees constantly, finally admitted defeat after like a month. now it just sits collecting dust in her room

-1000% eats like a toddler. she cannot cook to save her life and relies solely on sandwiches, takeout and ramen when you’re not around to serve something home made

-i don’t think she’d be very big on social media, like would rarely post her face, just artsy pictures of things she finds cool filling up her instagram feed. but she’d 100% post the dumbest memes onto her close friends story (think my girl is mad at me i hope i die) and is the first one to comment out of pocket shit on your posts

-everytime you bend over shes rushing to fake hump you from behind. she thinks she’s soo funny and does it literally every time. snickers to herself when you swat her away from you

okay thats all thanks for coming to my ted talk :)

[tlouadditc]

take care of you.

warnings: smut [MEN AND MINORS DNI!], kinda gross desc of injury, ellies a pervert LMAOOO, small argument. ??, lowkey rushed but idc, slight choking mention, filthy mouth ellie ™️, scissoring, no official dynamic?? idk

its the last couple of hours in your small infirmary. its dark and muggy, but finally quiet. your shirt, slightly unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled to the top of your forearms as you work through the thick air. the patrols had been getting attacked all day, and god, you never thought the day would end.. but here you were, putting the last couple of boxes of gauze.

suddenly, you hear footsteps, and a faint male voice. "c'mon, we're almost there," the voice says. the voice is accompanied by a slight pained groan. the door busts open, a limping auburn woman gripping onto a tall, young man. you immediately recognize the two: jesse and ellie, your best friends.

"hey," jesses breathes, setting ellie onto the tile floor. there's scuffs all over him, a small cut sitting next to his eye. "ellie was- huff- she got stabbed in her calf," he explains. ellie wriggles in pain, face scrunched up as she sinks into the floor. "she'll fuckin' bleed out if she doesn't get something. i really have to go but please, please take care of her. i know you're supposed to be leaving right now but everyone else is gone."

you sigh heavily before reluctantly nodding. "thank you, y/n." he looks back at ellie, "hey, take care. i'll see you later."

jesse leaves, door frantically slamming behind him. you set the bed again, a protective sheet laying against the firm mattress. you walk over to where ellie resides, a sympathetic expression written on your face. "c'mon, tough girl," you say, kneeling down and throwing your arm across your shoulders. "let's get you onto the bed."

she hisses in pain as she rises and lays her weight onto you. it's only a few steps before she's plopped onto the bed, crawling to the top to lay her head on the pillow. as she lays back, you see the blood seeping through her jeans. theres a dark, soaked hole where the knife went through on her right calf. you speak as you don your gloves; "this is gonna hurt but i just need to see how bad it is, m'kay?"

she nods, breath getting jagged as you push her jeans up to her knee. the sight is horrendous; it's almost as if her calf got ripped open. the blood is still seeping out of the medium sized gash. if the knife would've went any deeper, she would've died of blood loss. "my god," you whisper, still assessing the damage.

"is it that bad?" she asks, arms above her head.

"i-" you sigh and gather your thoughts. "it's bad, yeah, but with a few stitches, you'll be back in no time."

she sighs with relief. you start gathering materials and your gear. "gonna need you to either pull your pants above your calf or take them off completely," you say, focusing on getting the materials. while getting the needle ready, you hear ellie's shirt hit the floor. when you turn around, she's left in her black sports bra. her chest moves up and down as she heavily breathes.

"hot as hell in here," she explains, a slight chuckle following the statement. she attempts to take her pants off, stopping right above the gash. you help her completely remove them and leave her in only her sports bra and boxers. the sight alone has a pool left in your bottoms.

you breathlessly giggle, "i agree. they need to get that AC running."

you lay all the materials next to her, "just a warning, this is gonna hurt, okay?" she nods, grabbing the pillow from behind her head and placing it between the grip of her two toned arms. she bites the pillow, in case she needs to muffle her sounds.

as you slowly thread the needle through her skin, a groan fills the room. "s-sorry," she apologizes. you go through the other side of the gash, running the thread through her skin. a string of curses leave her mouth as you continue, sometimes even a moan escaping her lips. you try to keep a composed demeanor as you finish off, attempting to ignore the second heartbeat in your pants.

as you wrap the protective layers of gauze around the stitched skin, she whispers, "sorry for all this," she chuckles, sitting up. "it's okay," you respond. you're starting to put your materials back in the low cabinets of your room, bending over as you push a box to the back. you look back to grab another box, but instead, you catch ellie eyeing your ass. she tries to look away, but you're too fast. confused, you act like you didn't see anything.

after you're done cleaning, you let her know she'll need to stay off her right leg until she's completely healed and use crutches. "i think they already packed them up, so you can get them tomorrow."

an annoyed groan leaves her throat, "seriously?"

"sorry! you came in when literally everyone but me left."

she turns over, grabbing her shirt off the floor. "are you sure i can't just go home right now?"

"ellie."

she huffs again, now staring up at the ceiling. "can you at least take me home with you? i cannot stay here."

her frustration is apparent, her face heating up with anger with every second passing. somehow, even in the worse circumstance, she looks so.. flawless. her heavy breathing from the thick air and the sweat slowly dripping down her freckled skin only draw you in more and more.

"uh.. y/n?"

you realize you've been checking her out. not only that, but you haven't listened to a THING she's said. you attempt to recall what she's said, or at least find an excuse to why you were checking her out.

you clear your throat, "sorry, i, uh.. yeah, you can stay with me tonight."

"we're not passing the fact you were just eyeing me."

your face heats up, a wave of sheer embarrassment washing over you. as you turn away from her, you mumble, "like you weren't doing the same," only loud enough for you to hear. or so you thought.

"i'm sorry, what was that? speak up."

you don't know if it's the longevity of the day or the heat, but you're fed up. you spit back, "i saw you staring at my ass, ellie. i'm not fuckin' stupid."

her confident demeanor fades. it's almost as if she's shrunken down, small below you. "not so tough now, hm?" you tease.

she attempts to get up, but before she can place another foot down, you slightly push her back onto the bed. "uh-uh," you warn, "you can't walk on that. and you're not leaving this conversation."

"what the fuck is your deal?" she hisses, moving your hand off her shoulder. "i can limp home at this point. you're pissing me the fuck off."

"oh, you were just asking to stay with me, though? and you have some goddamn nerve to be mad at me when i just took my time and care to help you!" you and ellie are barely inches apart now, her hot breath fanning across your heated face.

ellie's eyes soften, searching yours. you do the same, and before you know it, your lips are on hers. soft and supple, the kiss says everything you both want to. she whimpers, like she's been yearning for this since forever. both of you explore each others bodies with your hands, ellie's cold hands caressing your tits under your shirt. she breaks the kiss, panting, smiling at your breathlessness.

"so much for being mad at me," she taunts. you smile, "shut up." looking at her boxers, a slight glistening shines underneath the overhead light. she follows your gaze, slightly blushing at how turned on she is. you say nothing, only running your middle finger across her slit as she gasps. her legs spread a bit, the damp crotch now exposed. "fuck," she whispers, now slightly humping your palm. so desperate, you think.

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before you know it, both of you sit in your room, naked and sweating. you straddle between ellie's open legs, cunt to cunt. wet, squelches and moans fill the room, bouncing off the walls. ellie guides your hips as you hold onto the edge of the bed.

"fuuuck," she moans, fingernails digging into your hips. her eyes are locked in on the rocking of your hips against hers, your folds meeting with hers before moving forward again. her hips buck up, matching your rhythm. small whimpers and sobs leave your mouth. "keep goin', pretty girl, keep making those sounds for me," she coos, heavily breathing.

everything she's whispering to you is downright filthy; she knows how to push your buttons, getting you even wetter with every movement. "yea, grind that little pussy on me, c'mon," she's gripping your ass now, taking complete control over you. your legs shake, hips aching from the repetitive motion. "need you to cum, yes, please," she's begging now, huffing as she moves one hand from your hip to your neck, making your choke a little. "look at me while you bust on me, baby," she's so so so desperate, her eyebrows furrowing over her emerald eyes. your orgasm hits you like a bus, eyes tearing up, your choked moans getting louder and more drawn out. the wetness coats your inner thighs as well as ellie's crotch.

after a while of heavy panting filling the room, you attempt to get up, legs wobbly from your overbearing orgasm. she giggles, "now im not the only one not being able to walk."

"shut up," you laugh.

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an; heyhey sorry for my fatass hiatus yall i am back i think! anyway hope yall enjoy + sorry anon for no tag i keep forgetting to respond to the asks..

[maiiruo]

soft sex with ellie williams ! credits to whoever came up with the idea that ellie would hate gloss on herself but love it on you. modern au

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა⋆｡°✩ellie was always rough. as a result of jealousy from that one guy at a cafe who was supposedly staring at your ass, her words, and her extreme sadism. she loved seeing you all teary eyed when she was finished with you, knowing you probably wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

ellie was feeling more romantic than usual, bringing back your favourite flowers from one of the stores on the way back from her morning jogs. you very rarely received flowers, not because ellie decided not to get you any but because they were so hard to take care of, in your opinion. this time, she bought u pink lilies that you almost mistook for being real. you secretly thanked whatever gods existed that they were fake—you could keep them forever.

“…are they okay?” you didn’t notice you had been staring and ellie was panicking, her body becoming restless and starting to fidget with the promise ring she kept on her right ring finger. her words snapped you back into reality and you practically threw yourself at her, the residue of your gloss and lipliner staining her face as you suffocated her in kisses. she always hated wearing gloss herself, yet the feeling of yours on her face never failed to leave her cheeks all rosy. she would walk around with your lips plastered on her cheeks if you didn’t make her wipe it off beforehand.

ellie took the flowers off your hands before they got ruined in the midst of your slightly aggressive love for her, placing them on the bedside table on your side of the bed. she returned the favour and placed kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, god even your nose, both your giggles filling the air. she finally ended her kissing frenzy by meeting your lips with hers, your scents revelling in each other. her hands found their way to your waist, holding you so gently you could mistake it as a breath.

her lips travelled further down your body, your neck to your chest, to your thighs that she probably loved more than you at this point. before she asked to be your girlfriend, you always caught her staring at your thighs in shorts, skirts, occasionally in your baggy jeans—eventually her favourite place to sit became between your thighs. you swore you would kill her like that one day but she didn’t seem to care.

she knew how sensitive your inner thighs were and when she kissed you there? you didn’t even try to hold back. although she loved to tease you, she was taking her time while giving you what you wanted like a host at your service. “els…come on, i can’t take this.”

“yes ma’am.” she giggled as she said this, knowing you liked it when she acted all obedient despite having the chance to have her way with you whenever she pleased. she slowly but intensely dragged her tongue across your slit, moaning deeply while her low eyes looked up at you. the air was soft and calm with the only noise being the occasional giggles and low, sensual moans. her hands wandered back to your thighs, grabbing and squeezing while the vibrations of her voice reverberated against your heat. something about ellie being so soft was intoxicating. “ellie..wanna cum, please.” her tongue lapped against your cunt faster, the sound of your slick filling her ears. she held your hand as your hips bucked against her mouth and your legs tightened around her head—you did say you swore you would kill her like that one day. she laughed in a low voice, still swallowing your sweetness and letting you know how good you tasted. how she could apparently live off of you alone. ‘100% pussy diet’ she called it.

she got up from between your legs to kiss your nose and dragged her fingers along your pussy, licking your slick off just to get another taste of you. she reached into the bedside table to put her strap on, keeping eye contact with you as she did. you always thought she looked so pretty getting herself all ready for you, her hair tied back in a messy ponytail and a few strands that would soon stick to her damp face. completely contrasting her usual roughness, she held her cock up to your entrance with her eyes on yours, waiting for your okay. you nodded with a smile and she slowly eased herself in, so slow it was almost painful. you watched as her eyes struggled to find somewhere to rest on, flittering between your eyes, your lips, your boobs and, of course, your thighs. she leaned over to place kisses on your chest, leaving dark marks over your skin only for her eyes. her breath hitched, slowly turning to soft moans and leaning over you so her skin was touching yours. she was warm and heavy on top of you, her lips still wandering your body. ellie fit perfectly against your body. her stomach was flat on yours, her chest pressed against yours—there was so little space between the two of you that you might as well have fused into one being.

she picked up her pace yet her kisses remained soft and calm, your head becoming fuzzy as the both of you rode out your orgasm. her moans were louder and her strokes became sloppy, practically losing control over how good you felt around her, how gorgeous you looked when she showed you how much she loved you. she reached for your hand once again as you reached your shared climax and your thighs tightened around her waist, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was holding you. the air was filled with i love yous and you’re so perfects and you left a layer of your cum around her cock.

“fuuuck…you’re so pretty, i love you. so, so much.”

you giggled shyly, “i love you more, els.”

this took so long to finish bc college is beating my ass. i don’t like it as much as i wish i did but i need to post something ! i haven’t proof read it so apologies for any mistakes :P

don’t steal, translate or repost my work

©maiiruo

[ezllie]

All mine.

pairing ellie x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ CONTENT MDNI, dom!ellie, sub!reader, strap on sex, sexual content, strap usage (r!receiving), use of baby/princess/pretty/slut/good girl, ellie calls the strap-on her cock, praise & degradation, missionary/doggystyle (r!receiving), hair pulling, choking, pillowprincess!reader

a/n: this is my very first time writing smut so like sorry if it sucks 😭, but i will most definitely continue writing depending on how this one goes soo i hope you guys enjoy !!

“you’re all mine princess, is that understood?” you knew ellie meant that.

you shook your head in agreement letting ellie know that you’re all hers. she pulls your hair from behind gripping it tightly using her tatted forearm, and slaps your ass with the other whilst making your skin turn red leaving a red mark.

your body jolted up from the slap. “wanna play around huh? i need words baby, talk to me i wanna hear you say you’re all mine or else im not letting you cum on my cock.” her voice raspy as she demanded you. ellie’s voice got you even more worked up sending chills down to your spine.

ellie purposely and slowly stops thrusting into your wet pussy, waiting for you to answer her.

“yes els.. im yours, all yours ellie.” you quickly answer her doing as she says.

“you promise?”

“i promise.”

ellie chuckles “good girl, thats what i fuckin’ thought.” she harshly lets go of the grip she had on your hair making your head return back in place. you arch your back and ellie places both of her hands on your waist gradually starting the pace up, thrusting in you. your ass motioning forwards and backwards as ellie moves her cock in and out of ur pussy. so concentrated on the way ur ass bounced back onto her cock. “oh- f..fuck ellie..” you start whining and moaning her name.

“can feel it can’t you?” her brows furrowed while she bit her bottom lip. “s’good els, need more..” you continue whining and beg for her cock.

“so fuckin’ needy for my cock i see.” she looks at how wet ur pussy is as she fucks you, watching the way your pussy swallowed her cock whole. “i love how wet you get fr’me such a dirty slut.” ur pussy made wet sloppy sounds with each thrust she did “holy shi-..” you feel the grip she has on ur waist held tightly not daring to let you go. ellie head falls back with her lips parted “shit.. baby ur unbelievably hot, can’t get enough you.” she speeds up in you, making you lose composure completely as she starts panting.

“ellie-els..im about to cum-” you say in a whimpering manner. as soon as she heard those words she pulls out.

you rolled your eyes, she knew what she was doing. “not yet baby.” teasing you over the edge knowing how bad you wanted to cum all over her cock. she turns you over on your back and commands you to make your legs spread for her. “open fr’me princess”, your legs spreaded instantly. grasping the back of both of your thighs and pulling your knees towards you. she’s able to see your pussy. “mhm, that’s my good girl.”

she’s on top of you gliding her cock up and down in-between your folds before entering “such a pretty pussy.” she lines up her cock with your entrance slowly entering into your pussy. her hands clench around your thighs and she roughly starts fucking you faster than she was before. her strokes became sloppy. “fuck fuck fuck fuck..” you’re repeating in a whispering tone noticing your breathing starting to get heavier unable to catch ur breath.

your tits jiggle everytime ellie thrusts into your pussy. she applys pressure on the lower part of ur stomach as she’s fucking your brains out making you feel more fulfilled of her cock as she hits your g-spot. creating a pleasurable sensation traveling down to your clit, “mmmh ellie jus’ like that fuuu-ckk.” ellie watching your pussy clench around her cock “you like that shit don’t you?”

ur hand makes its way grasping onto her bicep as ur other is gripping onto the bed sheets. your eyes start to roll back into your skull from the pleasure, making you let out pretty ass moans for her that she loves to hear. “god you sound so damn pretty.” the way she sloppily pounded deeply into your wet pussy, she’s hitting all your sweet spots for-sure. “i can’t take it els-..mmh.. fuckkk.” her cock felt wayyy too fuckin’ good.

“shh..sh.. yes you can princess it’s okay baby i got you, be a good girl and take my fuckin’ cock, yeah?” ellie reassures. you gently nodded & bit your lip looking at the way she’s fucking you, making your pussy even wetter than it already is for her.

your grip on her bicep tightened

the way she thrusted in and out of your pussy. her thrusts felt needy and desperate to make you cum for her. she’s looking at you as she does it not breaking the contact she had on you, even making sure you took every inch of her cock.

her thumb reaches your swollen clit and starts going into slow circular motions as her other free hand wraps around your throat choking you. “you’re taking it so well baby, doing so good fr’ me jus’ how i like.” praising you, ellie knew you loved everything she did to you she knew your body well. “look at me.” you continue to focus on the way she goes in circular motions with ur clit as you moan and whimper.

it felt like you were under a spellbind the way you were holding your complete attention on what she was doing to you. you didn’t take in what she said in the moment “dont make me ask again.” she grabs your chin along with her thumb and index fingers forcefully making you look up at her. “i said fuckin’ look at me.” ellie gives you that seductive look and smirks, you can feel her eyes laser into you. “not listening huh? too fucked out?” ellie proceeded thirstily thrusting into you, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. “e-els m’gonna cum don’t stop pleas..e.”

“good girl cum fr’me baby, cum all on my cock.” she pounds into your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. panting heavily as beads of sweat are collecting on her forehead. “i know ur close, cum for me baby, cum.”

the tension built up, waves of pleasure sent to your body, you suddenly feel your orgasm reach while your pussy clenches all around her cock multiple times. “ah- mmmh fuuu- ellie...mmm shit..”

her pace slows down in you making your legs twitch and your hips buck in response “mmh ah..”

you’re breathless and your mind slowly went blank. your legs unintentionally start to shake as they slowly start to close in after being pounded but ellie opens them back up. “nuh uh keep them open.” she holds your legs open not letting them close again.

both of you are breathing heavily and she brings herself to you, ellie lips meets yours. she plants soft kisses on your face, along with your neck, and making her way down to your stomach.

it felt like an euphoric explosion when you came, feeling like you’ve been shot into an unknown territory. “love the way you fuck me els.”

“mine and no one else’s, remember that.”

[syrenada]

Can somebody tell me, why is it so normalized here to write fics that are about rape/sa or even have reader act like a literal child?? I came across a few of those and I’m in shock honestly. Why is it so common?

[elliesflower]

heyyy 😏 i wanted to come here and just say that i feel like ellie is the type to ask you about how your day went while slowly rubbing your clit. if you stutter or even just whine, she will sternly tell you to continue with what you were saying or else, she'll stop playing with your princess parts and leave you unsatisfied 🧍🏻‍♀️ that is all.

ohhhhh yes absolutely she would!!!! and i’d like to think she’d be a little sweet about it, too (bc i’m self indulgent, always)

after an especially stressful day at work, you’d come home practically in tears, straight into ellie’s strong arms, and she’d immediately be all over you—hands rubbing up and down your back, her lips pressing against your forehead, her breath tickling your ear as she spoke against the side of your head, “wassa’ matter? talk to me, angel.”

but you couldn’t, just feeling silly as you cried into her chest. but ellie wouldn’t have that, no—she’d get you right where she wants you, she needs to get into that pretty little head of yours the best way she knows how.

so that’s how you’d end up in her gaming chair, head thrown back against the little pillow as she kneeled in front of you, her thumb languidly rolling circles around your clit as you struggled to get out a coherent sentence.

“c’mon baby, lemme in that head of yours,” she’d coo, and it would only make it harder to focus on what she was asking. “i’ll make it all better, you know i will…”

and she did, oh she did—one finger slipping through your slick folds to tease at your entrance before pulling away abruptly. and you’d whine, your head snapping to meet her gaze where she looked up at you, the thin sheen of sweat on her forehead beautifully illuminated by the colored led lights in the room.

“please ellie!” you’d cry, your thighs spreading pathetically farther, and you couldn’t stop to be embarrassed at the way your slick made a mess of the leather chair beneath your ass.

“tell me about your day, and you can have whatever you want, my love,” and it was so tender, and so so cruel, the tears instantly flowing again as your brain went absolutely dumb when she kissed the inside of your thigh teasingly. you couldn’t help but to babble, letting it all out, all the tears and frustration of customers yelling at you all day, accidentally dropping an entire tray of food for a table, and your manager being a douchebag…and of course ellie was back on you in an instant, her hands making their way up your supple thighs before they reached your sensitive core.

“there’s my good girl,” she’d praise, sliding two fingers into you with ease, now that you were all relaxed and sensitive for her. you cried out as she worked her fingers into your messy pussy, the chair creaking as you writhed about.

“my poor baby…you don’t have to worry ‘bout all that anymore, angel…i got you, you know i got you…”

and she did,

have all of you.

[beforeimdeceased]

…ELECTRIC LADY 📺💋🚬

pairing: 70s!ellie x reader

synopsis: the devil’s back in town and there’s no angel to save you.

author’s note: the lack of these ellie fics was baffling. LIKE THE MULLET IS RIGHT THERE! ib the lovely @ellabsweet

part one. > part two.

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“why’s she keep showing up?”

“well if you give a dog a bone.”

“oh fuck off i ain’t give her nothing but a good time. she’s the one asking me to leave with her to a different state.”

“road trip? maybe that’ll do you good.”

“you need to get fucked every which way and loose. you’re too uptight, doll.”

was why your feet were currently dangling outside the window of the ever charming girl’s 72 grey oldsmobile, cross hanging just above the dashboard. you bop your body a bit before reaching down to grab a tape she’d left on the passenger seat floor.

“aww man, jimi hendrix.” she nods, tapping her finger on the steering wheel. she’s leant back in the drivers seat, eyes cross with the road. cigarette tucked behind her right ear.

“you know, i don’t know you that well anymore. the city’s changed you.” you open her glove box to find a bottle of brown liquor and a light. “and yet you still agreed to come with me.”

“against my will.” you roll your eyes. it’d been three hours into the trip and you were feigning boredom. all the flavor had gone from your gum, and you weren’t in the mood for a book.

ellie was a country city country girl, cause it all happened in that exact order. a couple years ago she moved to where the buildings were brighter and the possibilities were endless. you’d actually been talking about her the day she came back.

“that’s ellie.” you point to the picture of the smiling girl pinned to the diner wall. “she’s a big star now, too good for us.” you explained to eilaine. she’d just moved into town and you two quickly bonded over music, makeup, and dancing. throw a little gossip in the mix while you’re at it.

you nearly chuck up your milkshake when the chime rings and the aforementioned movie star walks in. hands in her pockets and a smile on her face. she’d cut her hair into a mullet and was dressed like something you’d only seen in a magazine.

“speak of the devil.” you get up to give her a hug.

“and he shall appear.” she hugs back. “hi darling, i’ve missed you.”

a bit of light conversation over some drinks, nuts, and a game of pool that you lost had led you to be huddled up in the hot car with her. how the hell did she convince you to join her in that big city of hers? well it wasn’t all her, your roommates were dying to get you out of there.

“it’s only for a month? let her take you for longer!” dina says mid makeup. she hadn’t even evened out her eyeliner before she started sending you off. and abby was no help. “i can’t protest. i think it’d be good for you, we’ll have that sweet new girl cover your shifts.”

“did you guys plan this behind my back or something?” your eyes follow abby’s body swiftly moving to the closet to pull out a suitcase. “if we did you’d be gone already, now start packing.”

[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

Why is the first one abby coded and the second is ellie coded??? 😭😭 my wives

[ellies-little-thing]

Sub!Ellie would definitely refuse she was a sub at first but love it secretly.

*not my image

My masterlist <3 Part 2

pairing: sub!ellie / fem!reader

Warnings: jelousy; slapping, humiliation, not sure what else?

word count: 3k

She had you on her lap. You were teasing each other when she dared you to punish her for being so jealous over you. “Stop being jealous!” You said annoyed.

"Make me.." Ellie replied, keeping up the flirty tone. She kept playing with your cheek. Her other hand slid under your shirt and started caressing your stomach. When you suddenly grabbed her neck, Ellie's eyes widened in surprise. For a second, she thought you really were going to strangle her. She froze. Then she let out a playful laugh. She leaned in closer and brought her nose just an inch away from yours. "You're feisty, aren't you?" she whispered seductively.

You look at her annoyed. "Awww, you're so cute when you're angry..." Ellie teased as she ran a hand through your hair. She leaned back slightly to get a good look at your face.

"You know what?" She said, leaning in towards you again. "I think you should punish me… You know, teach me a lesson for being jealous..." She whispered. She looked at you with a mix of humor and playfulness. "Give your girlfriend a punishment she'll never forget..."

You smirked. “Are you sure you want that?” She gave you a sly grin back. "Mhm, I'm sure... just try to make it a good one... that's my only request… I want you to surprise me..." She said in a seductive voice. You gripped her neck harder. Ellie gasps when you suddenly grip her neck a bit harder. She squirms a bit but doesn't try to pull away. She stares into your eyes, her breath starting to become heavy.

“You are going to regret asking for that.” Ellie's breath became even heavier and she squirmed a bit more. Her eyes fluttered, but she didn't look away from you. "Mmm.. what are you going to do to me..?" She asked softly, her eyes starting to go foggy.

You took your hand away from her neck and grabbed her face instead. Ellie's eyes cleared a bit when you took your hand back from her neck. She let out a soft moan of relief. She looked up at you with a mix of fear and excitement as you grabbed her face. You narrowed your eyes at her. Ellie was a bit scared of your sudden change in behavior.. But she still couldn't help getting a bit excited with the way you're looking at her... The mixture of anger and excitement in your eyes is making her feel things…

“If you really want to be punished, you will get it.” She gulped. "Yes... punish me." She whispered. She bit her lip and her eyes widened as she waited for you to punish her.

“On your knees.” Your tone was cold and commanding. She blushed a bright red when you ordered her to get on her knees. She quickly complied, getting on her knees and looking up at you, waiting for you to punish her. She breathed in and out quickly, excited yet a little nervous.

“You are going to start behaving, you hear me?” She blushed even brighter when you ordered her to start behaving. She nodded quickly. "Yes.. I'll be good.. I promise..." She said in between breaths.

You grabbed her face tight to see the look in her eyes. Ellie moans softly as you grab her face. "Mm... I'm sorry..." She whispers. She looked into your eyes as she waited for you to punish her more.

Ellie immediately jolted when you slapped her. Her head lurched backwards from the impact of your slap. She didn't expect the slap at all, and her face was red from both the slap and the blush she had earlier. She stayed very still as she looked up at you, breathing heavily.

The first time you slapped her she actually liked it but she didn't know why. She felt embarrassed that she felt so turned on by it. You looked down at Ellie, who was on her knees, breathing heavily, and rubbing her red face where you had slapped her. You could see her face was still red from the slap, but she was also embarrassed, her cheeks a bright shade of pink. She didn't say anything and just looked back up at you, waiting for whatever you were about to do next.

“Do you think that was enough?” The slap to her face was still fresh in her mind as she looked back up at you with a mix of humiliation and excitement. You could see from her expression that she liked how you were asserting your dominance over her. "No... please… punish me some more..." She whimpered softly.

You slapped her again. Ellie squealed when you slapped her, her body jolting again from the impact. "Ah! Mmm!" She groaned, rubbing her red face again. She started to feel very submissive, and she was loving it. She whimpered softly when she looked back up at you, waiting for another slap, or whatever else you wanted to do.

You smirked as you heard her squeals. Ellie stared up at you with those wide, glossy eyes of hers, as she silently begged you to punish her more. She looked adorable as her breath became heavier and her cheeks brightened with every slap. When you grabbed her face again, Ellie let out another soft moan. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip as she braced herself for another slap. She didn't like the pain from the slaps, but she couldn't help feeling so turned on by it... the feeling of submission was so intoxicating.

You looked into her eyes. “Are you going to behave now?” Ellie tried her best to keep her gaze steady and firm as you looked into her eyes, but she couldn't help how flustered she felt. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft, husky whisper, "Y... Yes.. I'll behave.."

“Good.” She breathed in and out slowly. She looked so cute, kneeling on the floor, red and flustered from the slaps you had given her. She didn't realize how much she enjoyed being punished like this, and she was slowly growing to like how submissive she was becoming as you were in charge.

“Hands behind your back.” Ellie's eyebrows rose slightly when you commanded her to put her hands behind her back. Without realizing it, she immediately complied. She placed her hands behind her back, feeling surprisingly submissive by the way you were treating her. It was new for her to be in this sort of situation and she was finding herself getting very turned on.

Ellie let out an involuntary whimper as you tied her hands. She didn't realize how submissive she had gotten until now. You could tell she liked it though. Her breath was still heavy and she was breathing in and out quickly as she stared back at you, her eyes filled with excitement and a sense of submission.

“Good girl.” You whispered in her ear. She shivered when you whispered. Her stomach lurched and she bit her lip when you said those words. You could tell that she enjoyed being praised, even if it was in this sort of situation where she was so vulnerable. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stayed silent, awaiting your next command.

“You are going to do everything I say, understand?” She gulped as you spoke those words. "Y... Yes... Yes, I understand..." She replied. She was completely submissive to you now, and she felt so turned on by the way you were commanding her. She was ready to listen to everything you said next.

“Bend over the table.” Ellie immediately obeyed you, bending over the kitchen table. A wave of excitement ran through her body as she did so. She felt so submissive and vulnerable in this position, and she loved it. She was ready for whatever you had planned next.

“I think you need a spanking so you learn how to behave, what do you think?” Ellie was taken aback for a second when you asked her if she needed a spanking. "C-Can't you just slap me instead?" She whispered softly. She was starting to feel a bit too submissive, and she didn't want a spanking. She knew it would make her feel way too vulnerable and submissive.

“Are you scared?” You asked in a high pitched mocking tone. "Y...Y-Yes a little..." She admitted. She was getting a little scared with how submissive she was feeling and she didn't like it. When you commanded her to bend over the table, she couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement run through her body. A spanking would make her feel way too submissive and she was starting to become a little nervous.

“Good.” Ellie's breathing became heavier as you replied. She was now so submissive, she couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and fear as you spoke those words. Her body was tingling all over and she started trembling slightly. She was starting to get nervous about a potential spanking.

“Just take it like a good girl.” You said in a teasing tone. "Th-This is really.. embarrassing.. I.. I don't think I can handle a spanking..." She replied, her voice trembling. "P... Please... just punish me with more slaps...or... something else... just not a spanking... I beg you..."

“Oh, where did all your confidence go?” You mocked her slightly. "What-No-I just..." She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. "I don't like feeling this vulnerable...it's..it's scary.. I just want you to take it a little easier on me… Please, just punish me with slaps instead...or whatever you want..." She begged, her eyes widening with nerves as she stared back at you.

“Fine, kneel then.” Her breath became shaky as you commanded her to kneel, but she quickly complied. She was still trembling and her body was tingling all over. Her eyes were wide as she knelt in front of you, her hands behind her back still. “Just remember you asked for it.”

She gulped hard, feeling a slight flutter in her stomach as she remembered that she was the one who had asked for this. "M-My mistake... I'm sorry.. I just got nervous for a second… I.. um... I'll try to behave... I really will..." She remained in a submissive position, with her eyes wide and her body trembling slightly as she awaited your next command.

Ellie shrieked when you slapped her once more, her body jolting slightly. Her nose scrunched up and her eyes widened, but she didn't move a muscle. She remained kneeling in front of you, allowing you to slap her as you pleased. Her breath was heavy and she was still trembling a bit, but she was ready for whatever came next.

You slapped her once more on the other cheek. Her cheeks now stung from the two slaps you had given her, but she didn't complain or protest. She just stayed there, kneeling in front of you and taking the pain of your slaps. Her body continued to tremble slightly, but she was ready for more.

You then grabbed her face. “Look at me. She looked straight into your eyes as you grabbed her face. Your eye contact sent shivers down her spine, but she couldn't look away. She tried to ignore the stings on her cheeks and she leaned in a bit, getting even closer to you.

You slapped her once more. She shrieked when you slapped her again. Her face now stung so much from all of the slapping, but she didn't complain. She couldn't help getting excited by it though, and your dominance over her was starting to turn her on even more. She started to lean in a bit more, almost daring you to slap her again.

You looked into her eyes seeing her confidence coming back. “You want more, don't you?” She gulped at your question. "M-Mhhm..." She replied in a soft, breathless whisper.  "Y-Yess... Please... give me more slaps..." She leaned in even more, still getting closer, almost begging you to slap her again.

You slapped her hard this time. Her breath left her body as you slapped her. It surprised her at first, but a wave of relief hit her as she welcomed the hard slap. She had felt so nervous before, but she now felt so vulnerable and submissive. Her cheeks stung so much from the slapping, but she was loving it.

You smile as you look down at her. She kept her eyes wide, looking directly in yours as you smiled. She was trembling and her cheeks were sore, but in this moment, she was completely under your control. She felt so turned on by this, and the thought of you dominating her and punishing her was so exciting.

You got down to her level. She leaned down a little more so you could look her straight in the eyes, and she couldn't help feeling a bit more submissive being this low on the ground. She was completely at your mercy here. Your dominance over her was sending shivers down her spine, and her body was tingling all over as she looked you straight in the eyes and remained still while you looked down at her.

You grabbed her neck, not squeezing. Then slapped her again. She gulped when you grabbed her neck. The suddenness of the action took her by surprise and she couldn't help shuddering slightly from the feeling of your grip on her neck. Your grip felt so powerful, and she felt so helpless in your hands. She gulped and her breath became erratic as she waited for the next slap. Her breath left her again as you slapped her, her cheeks now burning from the intensity of the slaps you were giving her. She felt so submissive and vulnerable with you in charge. She wanted you to punish her even more, she wanted you to slap her harder, to put her in her place and show her who was in control. She remained completely still, and she made sure to keep eye contact with you as you slapped her.

“Look at you…” You looked at her state, how submissive she was. She stared right back at you and she remained still under your grip. Her cheeks were now burning from the intense slapping you had been giving her, and she didn't know what else to expect from you. You were in control of her and she couldn't help being so submissive to you, her breath becoming heavier as she stayed looking into your eyes.

“You are pathetic…” As you said this, her body froze. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a brief moment, she felt humiliated by your words. Her cheeks reddened further as she realized how pathetic she was being right now. She looked down slightly, unable to keep eye contact with you.

“Don't look down, look at me.” Her head shot back up the second you scolded her, making eye contact with you again. "I'm sorry.." She whispered. "I'm so pathetic..." She added, her voice trembling slightly.

“Yes, you are, and I know you like it…” You looked down at her, smiling.

"Y-Yes, I do.... I can't control how much I like it..." She replied, her voice trembling a bit. She was embarrassed that she liked this so much, but she was starting to accept it. Her entire body was tingling from the excitement she felt from your insults and slaps.

“Do you like it when I treat you like this?” She let out a small moan when you asked her this question and she tilted her head slightly. "Mhhm, Y...Y-Yes..." She whispered back softly.

“Naughty girl…” Her face flushed and her body shivered. Being called a "naughty girl" by you was making her feel even more submissive and she couldn't help feeling even more aroused. She bit her lip slightly in excitement.

You slapped her one last time. She whimpered quietly. Trying to look strong. “Good girl.” You said after the last hit.

"Th-Thank you..." She softly whispered. Your approval of her felt good and it made her feel even more submissive and obedient. Her body was still shaking a bit from the slapping, and she was still breathing heavily, trying to recover.

“Have you learnt your lesson?” She nodded her head, her breath heavy as she recovered from the slapping. "Y-Yes, I have..." She whispered. She kept staring forward as she spoke, and she didn't meet your eyes.

“Good, look at me.” She let out a soft whimper as you told her to look at you. She slowly raised her eyes to meet yours and she remained still, staring at you without blinking.

“I'm very proud of you, but next time, you are going to get a spanking you hear me?” You said smiling as you caressed her face.

“Y...Yes…” She felt a rush of excitement when she realized you were actually proud of her. It made her body shiver with excitement and her breath became heavier and faster. She wanted to show you how grateful she was for you being proud of her, so she leaned slightly towards you and kissed you on the cheek.

She couldn't deny how much she loved being dominated by you. It was something new she never even considered. But definitely something she would want again in the future.

[poebot]

good for me. | sub!ellie williams

tags: sub!ellie, dom!reader, cunilingus (e!recieving), over stimulation, nipple sucking, praise

a/n: dude i saw a pic (first one) of ellie that filled my mind with brainrot about nipple sucking like all i could think about was rolling her pretty tits under my tongue and agsjej- anyways. we need more sub!ellie in this damn community.

you had her pinned down by the wrists against your pristine white sheets, straddling her hips and watching intently as her chest rises and falls with each shaky intake of air. her long fingers flex and squirm beneath your grasp as she starts to turn pink under your intense gaze, heat swarming in her lower stomach. she worries her bottom lip with her teeth making you tsk unapprovingly. a gentle hand reaches down to caress her warm cheek before you grasp more firmly at her jaw, your thumb swiping her pouty lip out of her mouth. its flushed and wet with saliva and the soft gasp ellie lets out from the subtle dominance of your actions has you leaking into your underwear.

“look at you. my pretty girl. being so good for me.." you lean forward to whisper into her ear. your tits press into hers as you place lingering open mouthed kisses against the sensitive flesh of her neck right below the sharp angle of her jaw. she squeezes her eyes shut and her mouth hangs open slightly. shes panting out sharp little breaths of anticipation. “nngh- please touch me..need you so bad." ellie sighs out the words like they're a secret, and a vicious smile spreads across your face at her little confession. she was enjoying this. enjoying being toyed with, completely at your mercy. the contrast was striking; like night and day. all the snark was gone from her voice. you wanted nothing more than to satisfy her wish and reward her obedience, but not before making her truly desperate for it.

“where do you need me, els?” your voice is sultry and low, almost unrecognisable to yourself. the innate power of having her in this vulnerable position enflames something in you, makes you slippery between the thighs. you want to make her work for it. to beg you to let her cum. you barely register the way your own hips begin to rock slightly against the front of her jeans. ellie gasps, bucking up into you. the subtle friction of your heat against hers makes her needy and anxious to feel you. she struggles slightly against your restraint, yearning to hold your hips. to grip your flesh in her hands and grind you down onto her, to coach you both to a release. “fuck- please baby, i’ve been so good. i can make you feel good, just lemme-” she’s babbling now, groaning as you increase the speed of your grinding.

“hey.” your tone is sharp and authoritative as you grab her by the chin again, diverting her attention. she’s instantly silent, staring up at you with eager eyes and furrowed brows. it almost breaks you. “relax. lemme take care of you.” your smile is sickly sweet as you lean down to connect your lips with hers in a chaste kiss that has her chasing your mouth when you depart. you finally release her wrists with a curt “stay.” that makes ellie swallow a whimper. but she’s such a good girl, staying perfectly still for you, watching as your hands slowly inch her tank top up to expose her perky breasts. your mouth waters at the sight of her soft pink nipples and you’re quick to latch onto one with a groan whilst palming the other.

ellie’s breathing increases rapidly as she watches you flick her nipple up and down with your tongue until it pebbles in your mouth. your lips are gentle, sucking the flesh softly and overwhelming her senses with the feeling of warmth. “uhhn- feels s’good baby, ffuck” ellie hiccups out, moving her hand to lace through your hair. you pop off of her nipple and blow cool air onto the flesh just to make her shiver, giggling cruelly at how cute she looks. her hair is a mess and her body shines with a sheer layer of sweat, a pretty flush spreading from her face down to her neck. she looks utterly fucked out and you haven't even ventured between her thighs yet.

you make quick work of unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down to reveal her freckled legs. her boxer briefs are slick with her arousal making them almost sheer. the pretty outline of her pussy is on full display. you sigh contently, reaching under her knees to hike her legs up and spread them. “you’re adorable, you know that?” your voice is breathy as you take in the erotic sight below you, reaching a finger down to swipe through her wet folds over her underwear. “so wet.” ellie instinctively bucks into your touch, whining. “sh-shut up n’ fuck me already”

on a different day, you’d be crueler. punish her for speaking out of line by denying her your touch. but you’re just as desperate for her, and all you can offer is a non-committal “say please” which shes quick to relinquish before your diving forward to swipe your tongue up her pussy, desperate for a taste. “fuck!” ellie yelps out, her head thrown back against the sheets. she tastes tangy and sweet and you moan deeply before sucking her slick through the thin fabric.

“lets get these off of you, yeah?” you pant before shoving her wrecked briefs down the plush of her thighs. sticky webs of her arousal cling onto the fabric, and fuck she looks so pretty like this, all wet and pliant for you. her hole pulses around nothing and you’re quick to shove your face back in, sucking her puffy clit into your mouth. ellie’s hands fly, grabbing chunks of your hair in a fist as she humps mindlessly against your tongue. so greatful to finally feel some sense of relief. she’s letting out whiney cries of your name, practically fucking your face. her free hand grasps the sheets when your tongue prods into her entrance, gathering her precum onto your tongue.

“holy f-fuck baby ‘m gonna cum- fuckfuckfu” you’ve never seen her this needy, so close to release this soon; her voice is high and she can barely form full sentences as you feel her pussy pulse and her strong thighs trap you, warm liquid spilling into your eager mouth. you continue to eat her out through her high until shes tearing up and pushing you away, completely over stimulated.

“hh- shit…” shes huffing out, collapsed onto the bed with her arm covering her eyes. you crawl up ellie’s body to kiss her softly, the lingering taste of her cum still fresh on your tongue. a warm hand reaches down to massage the tense muscles of her thighs and you hold her face with the other, staring at her hazy expression. “you okay?” you whisper to her, pecking the tip of her nose lovingly. ellie smiles warmly, basking in the after glow of her orgasm, her eyes closed. “more than okay. fucking amazing.”

[tlouadditc]

roommate!ellie x f!reader [cont.]

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ ONLY, switch!reader, switch!ellie, reader is an anxious and shy ass bitch, strap on usage, ellie has a potty mouth [LMAOOO], degradation, praise, pet names [mostly baby and princess again], oral [e receiving], fingering [e receiving], a bit of dumbification and dacryphilia if u squint

word count: 1.7k, rating: MATURE

a/n: thanks for 300+ likes on the 1st part!! i hope u guys enjoy, im working on my writing so pls lmk if anything is confusing/weird, lmk 😭 enjoy! + this is not proofread sorry

she flashed a small smile before saying, "i'm okay, baby. get some rest." before you could protest, she got up and planted a kiss on your forehead. "let's get you to bed, princess."

the next day was awkward as hell. you don't know why, but you felt like you shouldn't talk to ellie at all that next day. maybe it was your fear of her getting randomly disgusted. maybe scared she'll bring it up and use it against you. she wasn't like that.. but your fear still made you ignore any unnecessary contact.

halfway through the day, your phone buzzes in your pocket. you check, and you see it's ellie. you nervously open it;

ellie: u okay? why rnt u talking to me?

you sigh, not wanting to scare her away. you quickly type:

you: im sorry, busy day :((

ellie: busy? maybe i can help you again, princess

that name again. maybe she still wanted this, you think. you exhale deeply before texting back:

you: movie night tonite?? ill be home by 6 :o

ellie: those lil emojis r too cute.. also hell yea!

you smile before hearting the message and putting your phone away. you're just overthinking again. everything is good.

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you finally finish your last class of the day, quickly packing your stuff and prepare to walk to your dorm. suddenly, your phone buzzes. it's ellie again.

ellie: outside! :))

confused, you walked outside to see ellie in her car, waiting for you. you happily walked [practically ran] to the passenger side.

"els!" you say, putting your bags down while looking at her with a big smile on your face. "you didn't have to."

"i wanted to." she said, just as happy as you. "don't want my princess walking home when i can pick you up."

she chuckles when she sees your face heat up, starting to pull off. "so," she begins, "what movie you wanna watch tonight?"

you think, long and hard, before answering, "a horror movie!"

she nods in approval before asking, "any movie in particular?" you shake your head and she says, "good, because i have a movie already; hereditary."

you slightly cringe. "sounds scary." no response from her, just a smirk. you take this as a moment to study her look her hair is down, meeting her shoulders, her lips slightly chapped, but still looking as soft as a pillow, her eyes attentive on the road ahead of her, her arms slightly muscular and defined in the sunset. as you take in all of her features, she glances over and smugly mutters, "like what you see?"

you snap yourself out of your trance, sitting up in your seat. "sorry," you mumble, making her laugh again. "don't be sorry," she replies, "when you're in those cute little skirts, i do the same."

your face flushes again, but before you could answer, you realize you're at the dorms and ellie's shutting the drivers door. jumping out the car and walking up to ellie, you utter, "thank you, els," and begin walking with her.

getting into the dorm, you quickly walk to your room. "ill order pizza," ellie yells, "be ready in an hour!" you were gonna yell out, "for what?", until you remember your movie night. "okay!" you yell, gathering clothes to freshen up.

in the shower, all you can think about is how tonight could play out. could you just watch the movie and never talk about what happened last night? would it happen again? would she completely reject you? it was too much to think about, too much to worry about. you wore your usual lounge outfit- shorts and an oversized shirt- and let your hair airdry.

walking out of the bathroom, you see the living room set up for your movie night [or date at this point]. "fancy set up," you utter, coming around to sit by ellie. "well, i wanted to make tonight special." for what? you want to ask, but you ultimately decide to not question it.

the movie starts, you're both eating pizza and actually paying attention. you can swear you feel ellie's eyes falling onto your bare thighs, but you ignore it. let her make a move, you tell yourself. don't wanna embarrass yourself.

as the movie goes on, you slowly lay onto her and get closer, feeling her wrap her arms around your waist. if you're honest, you can't even pay attention to the movie anymore; your body craves more of her touch, just how she did it last night. you whimper, getting flashbacks of her fingering you into oblivion.

"you alright, princess?" ellie asks, concerned tone, "movie's too scary?" you gulp, glancing up at her before shaking your head slightly and laying back down on her shoulder.

everything's becoming overstimulating; the rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her fingertips under your shirt and on your waist, rubbing up and down- you need something. crossing your legs and rubbing them together, you create friction to stop the throbbing in your core. you can feel ellie move her hand from your waist onto your thigh, making your breath hitch. you let out a quiet mewl as she moves her hand to your inner thigh, spreading your legs. she slowly moves her hand closer and closer to your cunt. "ellie," you silently whimper, breathing heavily under her touch. you hear her groan and whisper, "fuck this movie."

you turn your head to face her. she crashes her lips onto yours, passionately kissing you while cupping your core with her hand. your hips buck up, attempting to get any sort of pleasure. she smirks in the kiss, pulling back to say, "be patient, baby, i promise i'll make you feel good." you slowly move your hand over her crotch, palming at her soaked heat. "m'not letting you neglect yourself again," you say, locking eyes with her. "let me help you."

you kneel in front of her, small smile on your face. she hesitates before sitting back and helping you remove her shorts. the way you gaze at the glistening wet spot on her boxers makes her look away in shame. "it's okay," you reassure, making her bright red face look back at you as you slowly peel them off her body. her pussy is glistening with slick, puffy red lips hiding her swollen clit. you only do one touch and she's slightly squirming, gripping onto the couch for support. light touches on her dripping slit turn into your pointer finger stimulating her bud as you tease another into her sopping wet hole. she throws an arm across her face, attempting to muffle her whines. "am i doing good?" you ask, looking up with doe eyes. all she can do is nod before you fully extend your finger in her cunt. "god- so good, b-baby," she breathes, trying to keep her composure. without warning, you pump the finger in and out, filling the room with obscene sounds. kitten licks are applied to her swollen bud, making her moan your name with her head tilted back.

"m'gonna- fuck- cum all over your face, p-princess," she practically sobs, bringing a hand down to push you further into her pussy. you speed up, letting her take control of your head, as her heat squeezes around your finger and soaks the bottom half of your face.

both of you are catching your breath, completely fucked out. removing your finger, you pop it into your mouth, watching ellie's eyes lock onto your mouth. "you... you dirty slut," she mutters, getting up from the couch. you worriedly watch as she walks to her room, rummaging in a drawer. you start to freak out, thinking you did something wrong. you hear something.. buckling. you think she's leaving until she walks out something on:

a strap.

"get on the sofa," she demands, looking down at you with hungry eyes. you get up, and sit on the sofa, waiting for the next command. "so obedient for some cock, huh?" she teases, leaning down and slightly pulling at your waistband, signaling for you to take them off. you comply and she pulls your legs up, making you lay on your back with your legs thrown over her shoulders. she runs her hand over your heat, collecting slick and applies it to the strap. "you ready?" she asks, genuinely this time. you slightly nod, nervous about how she's gonna fuck you with this thing.

"such a pretty little cunt," she coos, slowly inserting the entire strap into you. the painful sensation causes you to let out a loud sob, making her shush you lightly and whisper, "i know, i got you, angel." once you adjust and she wipes your tears, she moves out slowly. "you okay?" she asks, keeping her eyes on your face as she moves. you nod, whimpering when the tip hits your cervix slightly. "i'm gonna go a little faster, okay?" she speeds up, just enough to make your mind go blank as you keep your eyes on her.

her calloused hands hold onto your hips, keeping you in place. she can feel herself getting wetter by the second just from seeing how fucked out you look, eyes rolling into the back of your head. "mm, going dumb on me, slut?" she utters, a stupid smirk on her face. you're unable to make sentences as you moan her name. all you can do is whimper and babble about how good it feels. "so pathetic," she'd breathe, "can't even speak properly from my cock." she speeds up, adding a thumb on your clit, making you go crazy. "m' so close," you cry out, eyes tearing up from how good it feels. she looks down, breathing heavy, before she says:

"go ahead, princess, cum on my cock like the slut you are."

your walls convulse around the strap, legs shaking while ellie continues to pump into you and talk you through your orgasm.

"go ahead, baby, just like that." she caresses your face and plants small, soft kisses as you come down from your high. "i got you."

after you completely recover from your orgasm, she slowly removes her cock from your cunt and goes to get things to clean you up. when she comes back, the strap is off and she has towels and some water. "you okay, angel? did i go too hard?" you shake your head and utter, "no, no, it- you were perfect." her face flushes as she helps you clean up.

as you guys cuddle, you have the urge to ask her the daunting question; what are we? you guys just started this, but you don't wanna just be a fuckbuddy.. but is now the time to ask?

[to be continued >:^) hope u guys enjoyed this long ass smut JESUS!]

[mxlktxa]

shameless plug, tlou masterlist — quick read/rambles

[ezllie]

if i speak…

[longnightswriting]

promise me you’ll stay | ellie x reader

summary: ellie shows up at the door of her ex(you) bleeding out and desperate for your help, regardless of how long it’s been since you’ve last talked

content warning: descriptions of injury, blood, language, fluff, angst, hurt, toxic relationship

a/n: it’s been awhile since i’ve written fanfic that i’m willing to put out, but tlou has been inspiring, so please enjoy and feel free to leave requests

word count: 3.3k

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I wonder what it’s called— that state of being half awake and half asleep. Awake enough that you know you aren’t getting any rest, but too asleep to care.

The day was long but fulfilling, and even though I couldn’t seem to get comfortable just yet, I was thankful to be in bed.

My mind raced with things that still needed to be done, all while being crowded by things that didn’t make any sense. Sleep deprivation is a wild thing.

But in an instant, my eyes shot open as I scrambled to sit up, my heart racing so fast it felt as though it could slam out of my chest.

I rubbed at my eyes, looking over to the red numbers that rested upon my nightstand; 2:38am.

Already?

My head shot over to the door as the pounding continued; knocks on the door that reminded me of what had gotten my heart racing like this.

I pushed myself off the mattress, my feet padding on the cool wooden floor as I stumbled in a daze to the door, “Coming.” I mumbled out, reaching for the deadbolt.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt wide awake, but for the worst reason I could think of.

Ellie stumbled forward, bloodied hand gripping tightly onto the doorframe.

“Oh my god-“ I breathed, nearly dragging her in as she fought against my help, “El-“

At this point, Ellie and I hadn’t talked in roughly 3 months, and the last time we did the words we exchanged were filled with every negative emotion you could think of.

“Ok, no- no, Ellie!” I tried stopping her as she pushed past, nearly her entire left pant leg drenched in blood, “You need to be seen by the doctors-“

“You’re going to be my doctor,” she tried joking, each word that left her lips strained and exhausted, “Like before.”

I know my face was drenched in pity as I watched her wince, trying to steady herself against the kitchen table, “Ellie-“ I barely got out.

She let out a sigh that struggled in her throat,

“Please.” She begged, her voice cracking.

It would be foolish not to help her, but not only that, it would be cruel.

I closed the door, rushing over to her as I began frantically looking her over body, starting at the gash in her leg, moving to the wound on her stomach, and finally landing on her blood spattered face. I brushed her hair aside, but she pulled away.

It had been so long, but still the absence of her desire was soul crushing. I desperately wanted to ask her what happened, but I knew the answer would come in time if she was willing.

“Ok, come on.” I ushered her forward off the table, just enough to where I could unbutton her jeans and begin to slide them down her blood soaked thighs.

Hisses left her lips while apologies left mine.

I stopped at her knees, but only momentarily before pulling them off the rest of the way. There’s still plenty of her clothes here and these weren’t worth saving.

“Ellie…” my voice nearly whimpered out at the full sight of the wound.

“I’m ok.” She tried reassuring through painful breaths, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the table beneath her.

I tuned her out; I didn’t need to hear her lies or watch her put on another tough guy act when it was only the two of us here.

Leaving her side for only a moment, I returned from the kitchen with a now damp hand towel. I slowly attempted to wipe off the blood from around the wound so I could see what I was really looking at.

Looking at the inch long gash on her leg, I was at a loss for words and feeling helpless.

I had patched Ellie up in the past before— countless times actually, but nothing this severe. Bruises, scrapes, cuts, even stitching up a split on her brow, but this? It looks like she was stabbed and I am just about the furthest thing from a doctor.

As I continued to wipe around the wound, the blood never ceased and my anxiety began to spike.

“Fuck, Ellie.” I spit, annoyed that she would do this— bring herself to me like a wounded animal that was edging death.

I placed the blood soaked towel firmly against the gash, grabbing her hand and placing it on top, “Just hold pressure, ok?”

She didn’t answer, instead her sad eyes just searched my face.

“Ok?” I asked again, squeezing her hand over the rag, finally earning a nod.

I quickly left her side, my blood stained hands digging through every drawer and cupboard in my bathroom, desperately searching for even the bare minimum.

This isn’t how I thought I’d see Ellie again, if I ever did. I had finally been coming to reality with the fact that our last fight was going to be just that— the last one.

We had been acting like strangers for months, even before we had finally split ways. We were two hardheaded people that never wanted to give in to the other, and that was the final straw.

She was too reckless and hellbent on getting her way, while showing little regard for her own safety. But god forbid I was even an ounce of that. I slip outside of Jackson’s walls for one night and you would’ve thought I betrayed thousands of years of trust— that I had been dangling myself over a cage of hungry tigers.

Ever since that last fight we’ve been distant, although I know she’s still around, bribing lookouts to keep watch over my whereabouts.

She was never as secretive as she thought, but I wasn’t willing to fight it because I knew it was keeping her sane.

Tearing through the bathroom, I finally come out with half a bottle of rubbing alcohol in one hand and a mess of string and needles in another.

She lets out a shaky breath as I remove her hand and the towel simultaneously, revealing the oozing wound. I screw off the lid of the clear bottle as she steadies herself once more, giving me a nod.

“Shit- fuck!” She swears as the stinging liquid pours over her bloodied thigh.

Her pain makes my heart ache, apologies coming like whimpers, “I’m sorry-“

“No, you’re ok— fuck-” she attempts to reassure through the pain, “I’m fine-“

“No Ellie, you’re literally not fine!” I cut her off, my frantic shaky hands now struggling with the thread and needle, “You’re nearly bleeding out on my kitchen table and I don’t even know what happened, I just-“ I stop my own ramblings, taking a long breath out, “Please.”

“I’m sorry.” She lets out softly as I pull up a chair beside her, beginning to line up the needle with the wound.

With little to no training, I begin stitching closed the gash, earning more hisses and strained swears. I wince with each needle poke I make, my heart breaking every time I cause Ellie pain, and she notices.

“You’re doing great.” She lets out between swears.

I sigh, quickly wiping away a fallen tear with the back of my hand before finishing the final stitch. It looked a mess and amateur, but it would hold her together.

“Come on.” I spoke lightly, standing up and allowing her to steady.

We hobbled our way to the bathroom before I sat her down on the edge of the tub and began running the bath.

We didn’t speak, allowing the roar of the filling tub to take over the silence. Piece by piece I removed her remaining bloodied clothes, beginning with the top that I slowly peeled from her torso, revealing another, less dramatic wound. And then her underwear and socks, leaving a visibly broken, tired Ellie in front of me.

She grabbed my hand as I began to walk away, hoping to quickly tidy the mess that was made as the bath filled, but immediately losing interest as she looked up at me, doe eyed.

I caved, being pulled in while her face nuzzled up against my stomach, my hands gently brushing through her tangled, messy hair.

I loved Ellie— the time we spent apart, the time we spent without saying a word to each other, the time we spent hurling hateful words at each other, it didn’t change the love. The majority of the time, it was out of love. But we both carried so much pain that we didn’t know how to properly deal with. We hurt each other in an unfortunate attempt at loving each other.

But it was so nice being with her again— feeling her touch. And although she was wounded in front of me, I wasn’t having to worry about her as I normally did. She was here, within my grasp, and she was safe.

I leaned down, kissing the top of her head as I pulled away, “Come on, the tub is full enough.”

She shifted on the edge of the tub, lifting her legs over as I helped lower her down into the warm water.

Kneeling down, I began lightly splashing water over her thighs, rubbing at them gently with a washcloth from the towel rack.

Her hands raised to my face, one holding it steady as she dipped the other in the water, bringing it back up and rubbing her thumb over my cheek. Back and forth, back and forth, dipping once more to remove what I expect was smeared blood, sweat, and tears. Quite literally.

I sighed in her embrace, our eyes locking and the world beginning to slow like it had so many times before. But I pulled away, shaking my head lightly as I continued running the wet cloth over her body.

“I can’t do this again, Ellie.” I breathed, sniffling inward and gently running the cloth over the wound on her stomach.

Her breathing hitched in her throat, either at what I had said, or from the sting of the cloth over the fresh wound, “What if it was different?” She questioned hesitantly, “We could be different-“

“No, Ellie— this.” I stopped her, ushering at her battered and bruised body, “You can’t show up here bleeding out and expect me to doctor you up.” I tried explaining, “It’s not good for me— my anxiety, I don’t want to see you like this.”

She hesitantly nodded, the conversation veering in a different direction, “Yeah— no, I’m sorry.”

I sighed, bringing the cloth up to her blood splattered face and rubbing gently. Her brows furrowed as she quietly grumbled under my touch, beginning to pout and pull away.

I don’t know if I wanted Ellie to be sorry, I don’t think that’s what I was looking for— an apology.

“But I do need you to stay here tonight…” I breathed, earning her full attention once again, “Just so I can keep an eye on you— make sure you aren’t getting into any more trouble.”

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips through the pain, “You sure you don’t miss taking care of me?”

“Scrapes and bruises are one thing, El. Being terrified I’m going to lose you on my kitchen table because you refuse to see the doctor… is something entirely different.” I answered honestly.

“I can’t go.” She mumbled, shaking her head and earning a confused look from myself, “They’ll take me off runs, Maria already said.”

“And would that really be so bad?” I asked, catching her glance again, her desire to be outside the walls playing heavily on why we would fight so often.

She scoffed.

“No Ellie, really,” I cupped her face, turning it back towards me, “Would it be?”

Her face twisted, pulling away from me as she struggled to stand, “I don’t want to do this.“

I let out a sigh of defeat, letting my hands drip over the tub as water fell dramatically from her body. It was happening again, the fights, the hard headedness— we were losing each other already.

I quickly stood, allowing her to steady herself against my shoulder, muffled swears leaving her lips.

“I’m sorry.” I spoke honestly, wrapping a towel around her shoulders before helping her step out.

She practically fell onto the closed lid of the toilet, her exhausted body giving out despite whatever angsty energy was fueling it. There was no use in talking about this anymore, and we both knew it. I wrapped the towel further around her as I went back over to dig through the bathroom cabinets once more, finding the last bit of supplies I’d need.

Again, I lowered to my knees, carefully inspecting her wounds before applying a generous amount of neosporin. My finger glided lightly over the stitched up mark on her leg, finding its way to the slice across her abdomen before I paused, my eyes carefully inspecting the rest of her body to make sure nothing was missed.

Glancing up for a second, our eyes met. There were still so many things we both wanted to say, but each time we tried, it always seemed to end poorly.

I gently began taping gauze down to her damaged skin, smoothing over it softly while checking my work. Taking care of Ellie felt like an art form, or maybe I just made it out to be. Heavily focused on what I was doing, I barely noticed as her hand neared, a gentle finger tucking a loose stand behind my ear.

Again our eyes met, “You’ll stay, right?” I asked, looking up at her from between her legs.

“Do I have a choice?” She joked flatly.

Between soft touches and playful words, I could see how drained Ellie was. Not only physically, which was very apparent, but also mentally. I wondered what she had been doing the past 3 months we hadn’t been together, besides working herself to death, I wondered if she thought about me the way I did her.

“Yeah.” I responded softly, my fingers rubbing short distances over her thigh, “I don’t want you staying here if there’s somewhere else you’d rather be— I’ll take you wherever it is.”

She gave me a confused look, “Where else would I rather be?”

I shrugged, letting out a sigh, “Ellie, we’ve been through a lot together, I won’t be upset if you’d rather not deal with any of this again.”

“Deal with any of what?” She pressed, as she always did.

I looked up at her through lashes that adorn tired eyes, “Me.”

“You?” She mocked, furrowing her brows at me.

I rolled my eyes, standing up. Clearly, even through the pain, she was more than willing to give me shit for trying to give her options other than ending up in my bed. I ransacked the medicine cabinet, looking for something to tide her body over for the night.

“Amoxicillin.” I muttered, opening the bottle to 4 pills left over, “Ok, I’ll stop by the doctor tomorrow to see if I can get another bottle for you, but we can start you on antibiotics tonight.”

I held out a pill, cradled between two fingers, before dropping it in her hand, “And then…” I hummed, going back over to the medicine cabinet, “We’ll double you up on Tylenol and Advil— see if that’s enough.” I thought out loud, shaking more pills into my hand, “If not, that doctor visit is gonna be a little trickier.”

I grabbed the cup next to the bathroom sink, filling it with water and passing it to her before excusing my self to the bedroom, pulling out something soft for her to wear— not that she ever used to wear much to sleep to begin with.

When I returned back, her tired, broken down frame was still sat where I left her— towel wrapped around her shoulders and eyes that followed my every move.

I set down the shorts on the counter, finding the neck hole of the shirt and pulling it over her head. She tiredly pushed her arms out of the sleeves, gazing up at me as I fixed her hair, pushing it behind her ears.

“Thank you.” She spoke softly, her hands drifting down my forearm and fiddling with my own.

I struggling with my mind, wondering if this was really something I wanted to start up again. I loved Ellie— everything about her, even the bad, but that doesn’t mean it was healthy. She made me feel safe, she made me feel loved, protected, wanted— all of it, but yet… I worried that still wasn’t enough for the both of us. When we fought, it was life altering— world shattering it felt. Like all of a sudden our perfectly curated world had not only cracked, but completely combusted. And then this? Just when I felt like I could possibly live with out her, without thinking about her every second of everyday, she shows up at my door asking me to stop her from bleeding out. I hate that she did it… but I love that she came to me.

I gave her a tight smile, the lack of sleep and crash of adrenaline catching up to me, kneeling down once again to help her slip the shorts on. It had felt like we’d been at this for hours at this point, and I didn’t dare look at the clock to confirm it. I slowly pulled her up with me, swears continuing to leave her lips as she favored her left side.

“You know, I have a joke for all of this.” She muttered out, “But I’ll save it for when I don’t feel like possibly throwing up or passing out.”

I rolled my eyes, an exhausted scoff following, “Ok well, please tell me if you’re about to do either.”

The walk to the bedroom was more of a hobble, but we eventually made it there. For a second, I was finally able to let out a sigh of relief— Ellie was safe, she was alive, and she was back in our bed.

Admittedly, I’d been sleeping in Ellie’s spot ever since she left, but I was more than willing to give it back to her if it meant I never had to worry about where she was.

I helped her pull up the covers, making sure she was comfortable, before I turned away to head back into the bathroom. This place now looked like some sort of crime scene, but I’d be lying if I said that’s what was pulling me into another room.

Honestly, I was teetering on the edge of a full breakdown and it wasn’t something I needed to add onto Ellie’s plate.

But her fingers intertwined with mine, stopping me in my tracks, “You’re laying down with me, right?” She asked, starting to push herself up through painful swears.

I nodded quickly, turning back before crawling over her, a smile creeping onto her face as she laid herself back down. Within seconds though, her smile faded and I knew she knew.

She cupped my face and I nearly melted into her grip, exhausted tears slipped through my lashes.

“Baby-“ she cooed, her tone helpless as she pushed herself up, as painful as it was.

I desperately tried to wipe at my eyes, but she beat me to it, “I- please-“

Ellie pulled my face to hers, our lips connecting and the room going quiet— quiet between whimpers cut off by passionate, quick kisses.

“I’m ok, I’m here.” She repeated softly, “I’m here.”

“Just promise me you’ll stay.” I nearly begged, hands tightly gripping her wrists, “Promise me.”

“I’ll stay.” She said almost immediately, like it was the answer to my survival, “I promise.”

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STAY TUNED BECAUSE ITS JUST GONNA GET SADDER THAN THE FIRST CHAPTER 😜

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🌾🥃🪑 PARADISE — ELLIE WILLIAMS

moodboard layout ib @munsonsfairy

somewhere in southwest texas, glimmering under the sun, was none other than ellie williams. a car mechanic and a damn good one. she’d had her fair share of run ins with the police on a list, taped to the front of the chief’s desk.

possession of illegal substances, aggravated assault, and failure to appear in court. but fuck court. ellie just wanted to come home to her sweetheart, you.

in a small corner just off the highway lay a simple plot of land. two decades ago they’d turned it into a trailer park, but it was becoming more of a community to you.

you and ellie had hauled ass and held yourselves up pretty well there the last four years. she’d been fleeing from bad things all her life. this was her one shot at staying still.

you were fanning yourself with an old newspaper, sat on your porch in a lawn chair that always creaked when you moved. ellie was gonna get to fixing it one day.

you swat a bug off your leg before reaching for your iced glass of sun tea. letting the cold liquid slip down your throat and soothe your body’s rising temperature.

above the sunglasses sat on top of your head was a sweet kiss placed in your hair. ellie had come outside to greet you.

“hey baby, soaking in the sun?” she smiles. a tank top bunched up on her waist at a pair of shorts that were way too big for her. her boxers peaking through as she continued to pull them up and let them fall. pull them up, let them fall. over and over.

“more like the sun’s frying my ass.” you chuckle a bit to yourself. she laughs along with you. “come on inside i wanna show you something.”

what you laid your eyes on festered up tears. she’d made a custom photo frame for the two if you. etchings of your initials with roses and flowers adorned it’s sides. a photograph of you two smiling when you’d first arrived was in the middle.

you envelop her in a hug, wrapping your arms around her neck as hers fall to your waist. “oh ellie! it’s beautiful.” you smile.

she grabs your hips, her grip a bit firmer now as she looks into your eyes. “i’m glad you like it.”

you let a sweet kiss linger on her lips, your mouths dripping with desire. your blood rushing with excitement. you were so content with the life you’d built, you wanted her right then and there.

“cmon.” she trails as her right hand in yours leads you to the bedroom. she carefully places you on the bed, peppering kisses on your face. her fingers hooked into the hem of your jean shorts, struggling to pull them down.

you help her, unbuckling them, and letting them be forgotten as they fall past your ankles to the floor. her hand snaking up your thigh to rub you over your panties.

a soft moan spilling from your lips is caught by hers. she chuckles as you struggle to kiss back.

her fingers slide your underwear to the side and trail over your soaked lips, rubbing your wetness and making a mess of your cunt. your underwear had long before been ruined.

she dips two fingers in, the nectar of your heat allowing her to slip in easily. you lean back onto your elbows looking up at her. she can’t help but smile.

“always so easy to slip in, i’ll never get tired of it. you’re always so wet for me fuck.”

her fingers move faster, free hand carefully finding itself on your lower back. you lean into her touch finding yourself grinding on her fingers. a long and drawn out, “fuuuck.” is all that leaves her lips as she watches you. your steady pace, back and forth. practically drooling as she watches herself slip in and out of you. your slick a sheen coating on her fingers and dripping down her palm.

this is paradise.