#the last of us pt 2

[ladyblackbirdart]

Sorry I had a bottle of wine for dinner and all I could think about was Abby in that beanie 🙇🏻‍♀️

[joelscoffeee]

Big biceps make brain go burrr

[moodstabilizr]

when abby is tied up like 2 min from death thinking someone is there to save her. just to look down and see ellie. i know she was thinking the most homophobic shit ever. stuff that just blows normal homophobia out of the water.

[chiosstuff]

us airman aaron bushnell set himself on fire outside the israeli embassy, declaring he would "not be complicit in genocide".

it will be free palestine till i die

[elliesflower]

victory lap [ellie williams]

pairing; f!reader x ellie

cw; rich!ellie, plus-sized female!reader, degradation (kinda), mean!ellie, vouyerism, semi-public masturbation(kinda?), ellie and reader are both perverted ngl

an; syd's comeback??? and it's smut?????? i've had this in my drafts since like may and finally got around to editing it so here you go. and i swear i'm working on chapter 8. and also please don't ask why i didn't pick a sexier sport. like basketball or something. i don't know either. ok bye.

for my sweet babies @coeurify @bambiesfics @addisonnie @seattlesellie

It was yet another blazing hot day at the country club, the sun’s sweltering rays kissing the backs of your legs as you bent down to retrieve a fallen golf ball from the bright green turf, careful not to bend straight over so that your panties would be on full display for anyone who dared to walk behind you. You readjusted the visor on your head upon standing, before you wiped a speck of excess dirt off the white plastic with a perfectly manicured finger before passing it off to Tommy Miller. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, making sure to grab an unnecessary amount of your hand in his own as he took the ball. He winked at you before readjusting his own visor, and setting up the ball on the tee. After the first time you caddied for Tommy, he started requesting you by name. Of course, you knew it probably had a little something to do with the way you caught him staring at your full breasts that sat perfectly in your pink racerback, neckline so low everyone could watch the way small beads of sweat would dribble down your skin and disappear between your chest. 

The truth is, you didn’t mind that Tommy was a little flirty with you, or even handsy sometimes, for that matter—for two reasons. The main one being, Tommy had money. Like, different car for each day of the week money. And his brother, Joel, somehow had even more, you’d reckoned from the times you’ve gotten to chat with him. They were always talking about what new business venture they’d invested in this week, or what extravagant trips they were taking next week. To the average person, it might sound snobby and pretentious—because well, it was—but around the club, it was normal. But you didn’t mind, because the more money your club members made, the more money they could put in your pocket. And you had bills to pay. 

The second reason being, of course, you knew it wouldn’t get them anywhere. Not when you weren’t really into Tommy’s…type, if you will. 

“Of course, Tommy,” you smiled warmly at him, before stepping back to stand in the shade of the golf cart as you watched him line up his shot. Just as he was all set up, swinging his arms behind him to take the shot, his phone began ringing loudly from his back pocket.  

“Goddamn, piece ‘uh shit!” He exclaimed as the ringer clearly messed up his concentration. You had to hide your smile as he shot you an apologetic look before tucking the club under his arm and pulling out his phone to answer. The club was a little high and tight, with people talking like they’d just stepped off the set of an eighties classic film, but Tommy was a little…different. Coming from Texas, the money he’s made never quite washed away his potty mouth, nor his laid-back attitude.

“What is it Joel? Oh, you’re here?” Tommy glanced at you before dropping his gaze to the ground, rolling the golf ball around with his foot mindlessly. “Yeah, yeah. Okay. No, I’ll have her come pick you two up. Yep. Alright, see ya in a bit.” 

You straightened up against the cart as he approached you, ready to do whatever it was he’d ask. 

“Joel’s here?” You asked, sliding into the cart preemptively. 

“Yeah, that sonuva bitch decided to stop by after all. Him and Ellie are waitin’ at the clubhouse, would you mind swingin’ to pick them up?” 

“Ellie?” You cocked your head slightly, but slid through to the driver’s seat nonetheless. 

“Ah, forgot you haven’t met ‘er yet,” Tommy said, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed down to where your thick thighs spilled out onto the seat, your panties just barely covered by the white pleated golf skirt that rode up when you sat. You immediately averted your gaze, turning the key to the cart and feeling it rumble to life. “Ellie’s Joel’s daughter. I think she’s about your age…she’s great n’ all, honors student in college, yadda yadda…y’all might actually hit it off.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said playfully. If only he knew what he was actually implying to your sapphic brain. He just smirked at you, tapping the hood of the cart twice before walking back to the tee. “See ya in a bit,” he called over his shoulder as you drove away. You weren’t too far from the clubhouse, as Tommy had barely gotten started on his round, so it was a quick little drive over. The warm breeze tickled the baby hairs peeking from beneath your visor, and helped to cool the bare skin of your arms. 

Joel was waiting for you in the cart-turnaround at the back of the clubhouse when you arrived, and gave you a little wave as you turned around the corner. You waved back, putting on your best smile and doe eyes as you pulled up in front of him standing alone with two golf club bags at his sides. He smiled politely when you came to a stop, jumping out quickly to retrieve his bags when he started trying to put them on the cart himself. 

“Joel, you know you don’t have to worry about all that. Not when I’m around, at least.” You smirked at him as you picked up the two bags of heavy clubs with ease, loading them onto the back of the cart.

“C’mon now, I can’t even attempt to be a gentleman?” He joked, tipping his visor at you playfully. You giggled, exaggeratedly. 

“Oh, but of course, Mr. Miller. My apologies.” You pretended to curtsey for him, just barely lifting the hem of your short skirt as to not completely expose yourself—but surely you didn’t miss the completely conspicuous way his eyes traveled down the expanse of your curves, from the way your breasts practically spilled from your tank top, to the small patch of exposed skin at your midriff, all the way down to the way your white skirt flowed as you crossed your legs. I mean, who wouldn’t look, honestly? He huffed out a laugh and you took that as your cue to slide back into the driver’s seat, and Joel leaned a strong arm against the roof of the cart. 

“Tommy mentioned your daughter? Is she—” 

“Ready, Dad?” You could only assume Ellie, his daughter, suddenly appeared behind Joel, effectively shutting you up and quite literally taking your breath away. You at least had the decency to choke quietly, using Joel’s surprise as an excuse to turn your head away, bringing your fist to your mouth for a moment as you cleared your throat and tried to regain your composure. You felt the cart dip to your right, so you turned back, expecting to see Joel sliding in next to you—but no, it just had to be his daughter. His beautiful, angelically-built daughter with a perfect smile and perfect jade eyes and somehow even more perfect hands, which she was using to grip the stability bar at the front of the cart as she slid in next to you. 

You felt stunned, could do nothing but pathetically stare at her with your mouth slightly agape as you heard Joel’s phone ringing distantly, somewhere in the back of your mind, even though you knew he was sat right behind you. A half smile made the corner of Ellie’s lip twitch ever so slightly, but she looked away quickly, leaving you practically lusting at the sight of her side profile. 

“You gonna take us to Tommy? Or just sit there and stare like you ain’t got nothin’ in your brain?” Her voice was like pure sex; rich and modulated, no real Southern accent like her father, but his vernacular had definitely rubbed off. It was really hard to not show that her words were heading straight to your lower half, your thighs pressing together just inconspicuously enough that you’d probably be able to play it off if she really noticed. You had to at least look embarrassed, averting your gaze so that you could turn the small engine over. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. Tommy speaks very highly of you.” You chose to ignore her little comment, focusing instead on trying to treat Ellie just like every member you’d had the pleasure of serving. 

And oh boy, would it be a pleasure to serve Ellie. 

“M’sure he does,” Ellie all but laughed, leaning back so that her legs spread apart across the seat, her left knee getting dangerously close to your legs. You swallowed thickly, trying to watch the movement of her tattooed arm from your peripheral as she slung it over the back of the seat. You could tell it was a natural response, that she probably man-spreaded like this everywhere—but some sick and perverted part of your mind wanted to believe that she was doing it for you, that she wanted you to see her act so…

“Eyes on the fucking road, sweetheart,” she said, and it was quiet. But the weight of it made you nearly squeak—how long had you been looking over at her?—narrowly avoiding a decently-sized rock that would have gotten easily stuck in the small tires of the golf cart. “This your first day on the job or somethin’?” 

And Ellie was so fucking casual with it. Like she hadn’t even meant to degrade you. You stammered a bit, and you swear you could feel her eyes burning a hole into the side of your face. Tommy appeared suddenly as you reached the small summit of the course hill, and all you could do was huff quietly as you approached, again choosing to ignore the way she taunted you like it was second nature. Luckily, she either didn’t hear or chose to ignore you, but she didn’t say another word as you pulled up near Tommy, just as he was taking a long swing with his driver.

“You see that shit, Joel?” He asked as he squinted out at the ball flying through the air with impressive speed. “Might actually beat ya this time, whatcha think?” 

“Yeah, yeah, you just got a head start, that’s all.” You could hear the smile in Joel’s voice as you quickly jumped out of the cart and ran to grab his clubs for him, and Ellie’s, too. He was finishing up his phone call as he took the bag from you, giving you a small nod before you turned to face Ellie. Now that you were standing practically face to face, you had to stop yourself from looking her up and down. Or you at least had to find a way to be discreet about it…and that was one thing you were, was quick on your feet. 

“These are some nice clubs,” you praised, using it as an excuse to look down at her, playing it off like you were examining them. Her feet were clad in an expensive pair of golfing shoes, her toned calves running into thighs covered in a simple, black, five inch inseam short. You gulped inconspicuously, as your eyes quickly moved past her crotch. Surely, you were hallucinating that…bulge. 

“Aw, so you can be helpful when you wanna be,” Ellie snickered, taking the bag away from you with such quickness that your arm was left hovering in the air. You shook your head slightly as if to shake the thoughts away, and dared to look her in the eyes once more. 

“I sure do try my best,” you said, and it wasn’t meant to be bratty, it really wasn’t—but Ellie’s smirk quickly soured, and she huffed and slung the bag over her shoulder. 

“Get me some water, will you?” She jutted her chin toward the cooler attached to the back of the cart, and you could only nod, instantly following her blunt command like you were a puppet on her string. What was she doing to you?

Ellie wasn’t always an asshole, you see. No, no, society made her this way. Have you ever noticed how rich kids aren’t friends with the poor ones, or vice versa? It’s because they can never find any middle ground, no similarities, no common interests. The kids going to public school were happy with a day trip to the city as a vacation; meanwhile, Ellie was missing weeks of her prissy private school education to fly halfway around the world on a business trip with her dad. 

And now, she was a rich girl going to a pretentious university. But she didn’t like the fact that people saw her this way: an asshole with her nose always pointing up; getting clocked as a rich girl as soon as anyone with eyes looked at the way she was dressed; never knowing if someone liked her for her, instead of just for her money. People were going to look at her and see ‘rich, pretentious asshole’ painted on her forehead no matter what—so why not embrace it? Why not put on this stupid little act that everyone else in her social class seemed to? 

And that’s where the soul-sucking began, Ellie realized. That’s how the bratty, entitled kids from her high school ended up just like their evil, entitled parents. She didn’t want to be this way. It just…happened. 

Nevertheless, Ellie pulled the Nike-swooshed visor off of her head for a moment to run her fingers through her reddish-brown tresses, trying to shake away the heat of the sun. You couldn’t help but to let your eyes linger on the way her tattooed arm flexed as she did so, nearly tripping over your own feet as you brought her a completely unnecessary plastic bottle full of water. 

“You know, they make reusable water bottles, nowadays,” you blurted out, your sarcasm taking over momentarily, the heat nearly making you forget where you were. You were at work. Of course rich people don’t care about using plastic water bottles. Ellie raised a curious brow, perfectly groomed with a small scar parting the arch. She didn’t even have to say anything—she just stood there, giving you that…look, and your eyes widened in surprise. She snatched the water bottle from your hand with such force that you flinched, the plastic crinkling almost louder than the sound of Tommy and Joel’s banter.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” you found yourself saying, eyes immediately falling to the ground. As she took a swig of water, Ellie couldn’t help but to notice this, and file it away in her brain for another time—the way she didn’t even have to say anything to you, and you were already so…

submissive. 

“Don’t call me Miss,” she said simply as she screwed the cap back on. You nodded, folding your hands together in front of you before looking back up to catch her gaze. 

“Yes, Ellie,” and her name came out like a drawl naturally…swear. The syllables rolled off your tongue and straight to your lower half, took you to a place so heavenly—your panties were growing wetter by the second, the press of your plush thighs getting tighter as you watched her expression. Her eyes darkened momentarily (or did she just squint at the sun?), and her posture shifted (maybe she got a cramp?). It was like she was trying to read your mind, and you were pretty sure she practically could as you watched her pretty pink tongue dart out to catch the wetness that remained on her lips—you found yourself salivating at the sight, having to quite literally force your jaw to stay closed. 

She was an asshole, sure—but that doesn’t mean you still don’t want to fuck her. 

“My clubs?” Ellie broke you out of your little fantasy by invading your presence, so close you were suddenly overwhelmed. She had set her clubs down in front of her when she took a drink of water, and it was now suddenly your job to hand them to her. “Do we need to clean out your ears or somethin’? Jesus.” She was shaking her head, feigning disappointment, and you stammered. No, no, you’ve never had an unsatisfied member and you weren’t going to start now. Especially not with Ellie. You felt the urge to please her, go above and beyond and make sure she never had to lift a finger—but she was scoffing and reaching to grab her clubs before you could get out another word. 

“No, no, no Mi-” You caught yourself before you made yet another embarrassing mistake. For the second time. “Ellie. My apologies, I’ll follow you.” It was a bit proper, maybe a bit much…but you had to make it up to her, you had to. Whatever it takes. 

“I want my driver first. You do know which one that is, right?” And she was nasty, voice laced with venom as she called over her shoulder. When did she start walking away? And should your pussy be throbbing over that? You didn’t even respond as you lugged her bag over your shoulder, trailing behind her to catch up to Tommy and Joel. They were still bantering away when you approached, cursing and laughing and hitting each other, like brothers do. 

“Look who finally made it,” Ellie’s eyes rolled when you caught up, so quickly you almost missed it. You were like, fifteen steps behind her, there’s no way that was called for. You stayed silent as you unloaded the clubs off your shoulder, doing your best not to show any hint of negative emotion on your face, propping the bag up before pulling Ellie’s driver out. It was long, and heavy, like all the other expensive ones you’ve seen. All of her clubs looked shiny, you noted, like she had either never used them, or just got them polished. Either of which could be possible, as you’d yet to see her play. She grabbed it from you hastily, and you felt that familiar throb beneath your skirt. Get a fucking grip.

“Gotcha’ all set up here, kiddo,” Joel said enthusiastically, and Ellie didn’t even fake a smile. So, you just watched her take the shot. Boy, did you watch her take the shot. 

Watched the way she got so serious—okay, somehow more serious than before—the way she shuffled her feet behind the tee as she lined up her shot, the way her arms flexed and veins popped as she straightened out her arms, prepping to take the swing. The way she took a split second to glance back while she rotated her body to shoot you the most sickeningly devious wink before sending the ball flying across the course.

Tommy whistled and Joel offered a few strong claps. 

You couldn’t be quite sure that you wouldn’t melt into a puddle right here in the middle of the course. What is it about Ellie, your favorite member’s niece, that was getting you so worked up? For fucks sake, golf isn’t even a sexy sport! It couldn’t have at least been basketball, or something a bit more…normal that did it for you?

Instead, you got Ellie, in all her glory. Strong calves turned away from you as she watched her ball cut through the air, higher and faster and better than you’d ever seen Tommy or Joel hit. Not that they’d ever admit that. 

Your thoughts were getting dirtier by the minute as you watched Ellie play. You felt like a baby deer following her around the course, knees wobbling every time she barked another command at you. 

“Um, my water, please?”

“I said five iron, not six.”

“My ball is dirty. What ‘er you even good for?

You were slipping by the minute, letting your eyes linger over her frame a little longer each time you glanced her way. No way she wasn’t catching on. 

“Take a fucking picture, Princess, it’ll last longer.”

Oops.

And when you pulled back up to the clubhouse, it took everything in you to not just run off. Your heart was beating out of your chest, panties completely ruined with your slick, oh my god you were fucking perverted. You carefully helped Tommy, Joel, and Ellie load up their gear into their respective cars, keeping your mouth shut so as to not squeak out an embarrassing sound. In fact, you couldn’t be quite sure you wouldn’t just moan out loud if Ellie so much as even glanced in your direction unprompted. 

“Great game today, guys.” You smiled sweetly at Joel and Tommy who were now both leaned up against the side of the building, taking refuge from the sun. 

“Well thank ya, sweetheart! Glad you got a chance to meet Ellie today, too,” Joel smiled at you, reaching out to squeeze at your shoulder. “Ellie, why don’t you say thank you to our lovely caddy girl today?” He didn’t use your name, because why would he? You were a convenience to them. Now that you thought about it, Ellie probably didn’t even know your name. Let alone care. 

Her green eyes bore into you for a moment before she grunted out something that sounded suspiciously like a thank you, before tipping her head back to swallow the last of her water. The sight of her throat contracting had you practically running away to do something so devious, you might have to get down on your knees and pray before you went to sleep. 

And Ellie was only human, after all. She was curious, about a lot of things. But more specifically? At this moment? She was wondering where you were scurrying off to. Of course, you weren’t as good about hiding what physical reactions you’d been having to her for the past hour as you thought—the way you’d squirm whenever she caught you staring at her, or how your mouth opened ever so slightly, ever so submissively when she berated you. 

So wherever you were going must be good. 

And oh, was it good. 

Ellie couldn’t believe her eyes, as she trailed behind you. Each time you’d look back, she’d be sure to hide just perfectly out of your view around corners, behind tables….she couldn’t let you know how curious she was, no. Because you see, she was actually good about hiding these sorts of things. She was an asshole, but it wasn’t for no reason. She just couldn’t let you know how the sight of you practically drove her insane—the soft curve of your hips beneath that skirt, the rolls on your belly that led to the plush skin of your breasts that bounced so perfectly with every step you took. That would just ruin the fun of it. My god, were you a sight for Ellie’s sore eyes. 

So now, Ellie watched as you were slipping into a supply closet. Okay…? Perhaps, you had just forgotten something, then. Needed to grab something for another member, or left your bag in there before you started your shift. Nothing interesting. 

But no, Ellie was close enough now that you were safely behind the door, that she could hear the lock ‘click’ softly from inside the supply closet. 

Oh. Oh— she thought. 

And she couldn’t believe her ears, when she heard the faintest sigh. One that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than relief. 

And yeah, you were relieved. 

You couldn’t take it anymore—the last hour you spent with Ellie was absolute torture. Letting her talk down on you, and treat you like you were nothing to her…it shouldn’t have turned you on. You should be upset, embarrassed, angry, furious even. But you were wet. 

Holy fucking shit, you were wet. Your fingers trailed down your tummy as you leaned against the wall in the dark closet, barely illuminated by a tiny window at the top of one wall. Your breath was shaky, eyes closed as you lifted your short skirt, shoving your panties to the side before you felt the top of your fingers graze past your clit, sliding further and further in between your slick folds, so easily, so so easily. 

“Oh!” you caught yourself gasping as you played with yourself, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as a sickly, obscene wet sound began to fill the space of the small closet. This was so wrong…touching yourself at work, thinking about Ellie, so fucking desperate that you had to run away and relieve even just an ounce of the tension you felt inside. 

It only got worse when all you could think about was Ellie’s long fingers, the way they gripped the golf clubs so tenderly, and how you wished so badly that you could replace yours with hers as they slipped inside of you. Your head fell back against the metal rack behind you, and you had no right mind to react to what should have been pain. Instead, you pictured Ellie standing in front of you, and how her eyes would darken with lust as she pressed her body against yours, her hot breath fanning across your face as she fucked her fingers up into you…

And Ellie was going crazy, couldn’t help herself from getting closer and closer to that supply closet door. There was no one in this wing of the club, surely no one would walk by and see her with her ear pressed against a supply closet door…right? It mostly didn’t matter, as something deranged and perverted was consuming her brain. She found herself quite literally pressed against the door, she couldn’t help herself, she had to hear the way you moaned softly and gasped while you worked yourself closer and closer to your release. 

“Oh…oh Ellie!” You breathed wantonly, and Ellie could have cum on the spot. The wet sounds of your ministrations were getting faster and louder as your fingers pressed in and out of you with such force the rack behind you was beginning to rattle. Had you been in your right mind, you should have been mortified. You should have stopped right then and there, pulled yourself together and went home to the privacy of your own home and taken a long, cold shower. But all you could see was that stupid fucking smirk on Ellie’s face as she’d whisper: 

Just fucking cum for me, baby. 

And so you did, slapping your free hand over your mouth to muffle what surely would have been far too loud of a noise as you reached your peak, your body trembling almost violently as the high washed over you. 

Ellie was positively reeling, her ear still pressed to the door almost comically as she listened to you come undone. If anyone were to walk by at this moment it would look utterly suspicious, her all alone in the long hallway, surely looking suspect in her current position. Not to mention she should probably pull away before you had a chance to swing the door open, as she would have absolutely no excuse as to what she was doing here. 

Instead, Ellie continued to listen to your labored breaths as you came down, her pink lips parted softly as she felt her own wetness growing more and more unbearable beneath her shorts. Hell, had the purple silicone she had strapped to her hips been real, there would be absolutely no hiding what your sounds had done to her. She should move away, racing thoughts of oh my fucking god, and I wonder how easy it would be to make her sound like that again, but also to go back to Dad and go the fuck home, goddammit, this is absolutely sick, even for you and— 

“Ellie?!” 

She nearly fell forward from the weight of her body on the door when it swung inwards to reveal your absolutely mortified face, and even more terrified voice. Her eyes were like saucers, surely mirroring yours as you gaped at her, one hand still on the door to leave the possibility of slamming it right back in her face in humiliation. No, no no no no no way this was happening to you. 

Ellie’s mouth opened and closed a few times as she staggered backwards in her surprise, leaving you both just staring each other down in what was surely the most awkward encounter either of you had ever had in your entire life. Her eyes quickly shifted downwards and she took another step back. 

“I- I was just- yeah, okay. Bye.” 

And she was gone. 

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pt 2??????

[satanlikesmyfics]

Lavender

pt 1

read pt 2 here, pt 3 here

an: sorry if this lacks build up or logic:( not proofread

words: 1415

contains: dealer!ellie x f!y/n, weed/alc mentions, intoxication, fingering, tit sucking, police busted party

dealer!ellie

while you wander around the dimly purple lit room, your mind is starting to blur. you went to this party with some of your friends, although you can't seem to find them anymore. you left to explore the place your at since it's at an abandoned place, and who wouldn't find that interesting? you sit down on a red, ripped sofa with the smell of weed and alcohol surrounding you.

ellie's been walking around bored for the past 30 mins. she's seen everyone leave home with someone or hook up in some creepy room. wondering why it was even a good idea to show up, she just thinks of the wads of cash she earned selling her overpriced weed. no one around really knows how much that shit costs, so it's easy to rip people off. she remembers that she still has a bunch of weed and rolls herself a joint, sitting down on some junky looking old sofa. in the corner of her eye she spots some stunning girl she's never seen around before. your black, tight dress catches her attention and she turns slightly to get a better look.

you notice ellie staring and blush slightly. you've heard a lot and seen her pictures, sometimes romantizising about her even... you've never even met, you're so fucking weird for thinking of her that way. she probably is straight or has atleast has a girlfriend, you think to yourself, making fun of the fact you think of her. ellie leans slightly towards your ear and asks your name. "me??" you give her your rather surprised answer. what the fuck would she want from me?? "yes you, bunny. you manage to stutter your name and look away, surprised by the name she called you so casually. "y/n? I thought I heard your name before." "shouldn't you be looking for your girlfriend or something?" you ask looking back up at her, attempting to figure out her exact status. maybe you'd even have a chance?

"girlfriend?" ellie responds in confusion. your eyes widen in hope. the sudden sirens catch you off guard though, almost everyone looking out the nearest window in unison. "oh fuck" ellie mutters and grabs your wrist. "someone called the damn police" she shouts over the panic and pulls you away from the crowd. you don't fully comprehend what's happening but don't want to do anything else but follow her. stumbling through doorways and rooms a wave of fresh air hits you suddenly and you gain control of your thoughts again. ellie, still having a firm hold of your wrist looks back at you in confirmation that you're still with her. obviously you still are, you'd never leave her, especially when these moments you've been thinking about are coming true.

"where are we ellie?" you utter. you're in some field full lavender. everything looks so blue and the pale moonlight slightly lights everything up. you look up the hill and see the police cars surround the place you just managed to leave. "did we escape them that fast?" you ask without expecting any answer. "come here sweetheart, you can use my jacket" ellie answers and lays her jacket down on the wet grass. you feel a tingle in the gesture and obey. her jacket feels rough on your bare thighs. your eyes wander to ellie, who's just settling down on the grass. while your eyes are on her lips hoping she can't see in the dim light, her eyes glance at your whole body, most of all your thighs. her pussy slightly clenches at the sight of your dress up so high, revealing so much. shit, she thinks, you can't just think of her the second you meet her in person. that's weird and creepy, and she doesn't want to be like that towards you, even though she can barely help it.

she holds the joint up again delicately, which she lights once again since it had died down after the escape. "can I have a hit?" you ask. you don't really care about the drug, more the indirect touching of your mouths and the way her fingers move. she holds it towards you and you inhale deeply, coughing it out again a bit. you feel so dizzy and hazy you practically fall onto her lips. "what the fuck?" ellie asks after pushing you away. "I- I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to do that-" you reply embarrassed. "no no, please y/n, I liked it, I promise" she reassures "I'd gladly like to continue you know.." she pats her lap, signaling you to take a seat.

her lips suddenly crash onto your again, and you melt into the hungry kiss. she kisses you again, and another time, you can't keep count because it just turns into a makeout session. her hand pushes up the back of your neck into your hair and the other rests on your torso. you push your body further against hers and she moans into your mouth. she spreads out her jacket on the field and lays you down, her getting on top. her hand squeezes your thigh firmly. "what are we even doing.." she mutters and kisses your neck passionately. "we don't have to.. it's okay..." you manage to answer. she looks at you and asks if you want to because she thinks your fucking hot. you giggle and kiss her again, continuing the session.

her hand starts to wander up your thigh and you shiver at the touch. she marks your neck giving you harsh kisses and slides up your dress. you'd probably be embarrassed of you weren't intoxicated, but rn, you just want to enjoy what's happening with ellie. it's literally a dream come true and you don't want to fuck that up in the slightest. her hand starts rubbing your pussy through your panties and you let out soft moans, wanting more. your hand moves beneath her loose sweatshirt and gropes her tit. she starts moaning at the feeling of your cold hand. you pull the sweatshirt over your head and teasingly kiss around her nipple. you love teasing her, hearing her frustrated moans through yours. after her hand moves your panties to the side, you lick and suck and bite her titties. it gets increasingly harder the harder and faster the goes, through the mess of moans and pleasure and shaking you feel. your head slips completely out of her shirt and she laughs and kisses you more, slipping her thick and strong fingers inside of you. you let out a loud moan, feeling her massage your walls. the pleasure she's making you feel is getting overwhelming.

you've never had a real partner before, definitely not one as good as she's been. you've had a girlfriend who was pretty decent with her strap, and a guy who could fulfill your kinks. but someone who knew each moment to touch you? ellie could tell which spots exactly made you moan and shake and shiver, without touching you before this encounter.

snapping out of your thoughts, you let out a loud moan, arching your back further. "you feeling good baby?" ellie asks leaning down to your ear. "mhm" you answer and she thrusts her fingers deeper inside of you, making your eyes roll back in fulfillment. you've never been so close, so far on the edge before. you arch your back further feeling her going faster and faster.. mmhhmm..

"y/n?? y/nnnn.." you hear one of your friends shout maybe 100? meter away. both you and ellie freeze. she quickly pulls her out of you and wipes them on her pants without thinking. you sit up and pull your dress back down, noticing how cold it still is outside. "yeah I'm over here, I'm coming" you shout back. ellie gives you a quick kiss before you give her the jacket you've been laying on throughout the whole session. "keep it baby it's cold." she says, urging you to put it on and helps you get through the sleeves. "you go ask your friend simon for my number, she has it. text me. I want to see you again." "yeah, I will." you answer, still flustered. "good girl.. now get back to your friends and get home safely." you smile back and run over to your friend who's shouting at you to get it the van. you sit down and relax, thinking about the.. interesting.. evening you spent with ellie. "god fucking damn.." you mutter under your breath, driving away.

[lumi-nesnce]

ellie the traveler

[scandalcus]

lesbians in a wife beater. that’s all

[a-little-bit-of-everybody]

*runs into your feed and photo dumps tlou2 stuff*

YALL I CANT HELP IT TLOU WOMEN GOT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD (i wish 😔) LMAOO

[starpity]

BLACK TIE AFFAIR-pt 1

pairing: girlfriend!ellie x plus-sized fem reader

warnings/themes: slight pinch of loser!ellie, she’s just kind of a sweetheart but stupid in this, smut, oral sex r! receiving, semi-public sex, dom/sub undertones, submissive ellie, begging, cross posted on ao3 under the same title and author, new chapter coming soon

synopsis: Ellie’s new girlfriend Really wants to see her in a suit

a/n: 1) i wrote this in a fugue state it is completely unedited and i may not ever edit it. if things seem out of character thats bc they are <3
2) the reader in this is racially ambiguous on purpose but im not being ambiguous abt the fact that shes fat!!!!!!!!! im giving ellie a plus sized love interest n no one can stop me.

You didn’t throw the party just to have sex with Ellie, but you’d be lying if that wasn’t at least 3/4 of your motivation. You’d sent the invites out with some sweet words about bringing friends together to celebrate the end of a beautiful summer and the start of a new season, but the real reason was much simpler: you wanted to see your new girlfriend dressed up. Ellie was a pretty casual girl, on all the dates you two had been on she’d worn nice jeans and tops that showed off her muscles and tattoos. You loved the way she looked in her clothes, and especially loved how she looked out of them, but there was a little part of your brain that was dying to see her really dressed up. When you’d spotted a suit jacket at the back of her closet while looking for a shirt to steal, your little dream had become a full on obsession and the party invites with your formal dress code were sent out within the week.

-

By 3pm, the party was perfectly set. You’d started the day off in a messy old tshirt and shorts while you hauled tables out onto the back lawn and swatted spiderwebs out of the corners of the porch, but it was finally time for you to get dressed. Your backyard looked beautiful; the tables were covered in jewel colored tablecloths you’d thrifted, and the tops were decked in purple hydrangeas and golden cone flowers and english ivy you’d pulled from your garden. Sprinkled throughout the flowers were candles of all different sizes, waiting for the first signs of sunset to be lit. The trees were hung with strands of glowing lights that reached across the firepit and wound around the fence posts and trellises of the back garden. From your vantage point by the fence line, you could see the battery-powered candles in every window of the house waiting to be turned on, and hear the faint threads of some country song from the kitchen window where your best friend was finishing up her lemon cake for the party. The pillows on the porch chairs had all been fluffed and arranged, and the soft glow of the string lights in the rafters made the whole porch look cozy and inviting. Everything was perfect, and now it was time for you to be too. After one last adjustment to the flowers on the drinks table, you headed inside to get ready.

-

After showering off the sweat and grime of the early morning, you laid your dress out on your bed. You’d chosen a gorgeous golden velvet dress that showed off the curves of your body perfectly. In the past, there had been times you felt uncomfortable with dresses as clinging as this one, but something about the way Ellie’s eyes lit up whenever she saw your body had made you start to forget that discomfort. You wanted her eyes and hands on you all night, and this dress would certainly do it. The deep gold of the dress made your skin and eyes shimmer, and the way it bunched at your hips would hopefully have Ellie pushing the skirt up around your waist as soon as possible. You kept your hair simple, braids pulled back into a knot at the back of your head with a few ringlet curls framing your face. You paired your favorite gold necklace with a pair of dangling golden star earrings, and smudged your eyelids with a soft brown eyeshadow that brought out the warmth of your eyes. You finished up your makeup with a bubblegum scented lipgloss and dabbed some flowery perfume behind your ears. Your heels were a shimmering gold that matched your dress, and you’d gotten your nails done with a simple gloss coat the day before to offset all the gold. You looked classy and radiant, and you couldn’t wait for Ellie to ruin it.

-

The party started around 5. Your friends arrived decked out in autumn colors of orange and red and brown and yellow, each one carrying food and drinks and flowers to share. The house radiated with the scent of apples and cinnamon and oranges as a simmer pot bubbled on the kitchen stove, and the music bubbled along with it beneath the gentle uproar of your friends greeting each other. The reaction to your dress was a catcall from your best friend, and whistles and yells from several others. Several people asked when Ellie would be here, as today would be the first time she met any of your friends. You’d been a bit worried about Ellie meeting such a large group of your friends at once because you knew she could be anxious when it came to new people, but she had insisted she would be fine. You told your friends that Ellie would be a bit late as you had asked her to stop and pick up some extra champagne glasses on her way here.

-

As Ellie stepped in the door, you realized that you had made a huge mistake. You should’ve come up with a plan to get Ellie into a suit that didn’t involved 30 of your closest friends and an hours-long dinner party, because you weren’t going to make it through the night when she looked like that. Rather than the black suit from her closet that you had assumed she would wear, Ellie was wearing a beautifully tailored brown suit that made her look tall and elegant and so handsome you wanted to cry. Her hair was done up in her usual half-up-half-down style, but you could tell she’d used some kind of product to style her bangs and make her hair looks soft and shiny. She set down the box of champagne flutes on the nearest table and pulled you into a hug before leaning back to look at your dress again. The color of her suit complimented your dress perfectly. Her mouth was open slightly and her cheeks were rosy as she looked you up and down. She smiled shyly and mumbled, “Hi baby, you look gorgeous” into your hair as she pulled you back against her again. You could tell from her posture and the way she was trying to tuck herself into you- a silly sight considering she was several inches taller- that she was nervous to introduce herself to your friends, but she reached back over to the box she’d brought in and pulled out a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. She handed them over to you with another shy smile and a blush as she looked you up and down again.

“Oh my god baby these are beautiful, thank you”, you said as you pulled her down into a kiss. Turning around, you began to introduce Ellie to your friends that were crowded around the kitchen counter picking at the cheese board you had laid out earlier. You tried to pay attention as Ellie responded to a question from your friend Jesse, but for some reason the shine of the lights on Ellie’s hair and way she was holding your hand was making all the thoughts slide out of your brain like water off glass. You wanted her so badly, but you weren’t gonna ruin her chance to bond with your friends by dragging her off to a bedroom and fucking her. You were gonna sit through this night like a civilized human being. You were.

-

You were gonna kill yourself before the night ended. Ellie was so close to you, looking so insanely attractive in her dress clothes, and she was so. Fucking. Clueless.

The party was going great; The appetizers were getting eaten up faster than you could serve them, and the drinks were going even faster. Groups of people had settled on the porch, and at some of the outer tables and chairs, leaving the long dinner table empty until it was time for the meal to start. Ellie seemed to really be hitting it off with Jesse, so you’d left the two of them talking for a while while you made sure all the food was in the oven for dinner and the candles in the windows were turned on. The sun wasn’t exactly set yet, but it was starting to get darker at the edges of the yard and you’d seen the first few fireflies of the night start to blink their hellos. Once the last candle was lit, you went back over to check on Ellie.

You stopped a few yards away from the table where Ellie and Jesse were sitting, and just watched them for a while. Ellie looked so beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling and she was gesturing animatedly at Jesse; they were definitely arguing about something. There was a blush high on Ellie’s cheeks from the glass of whiskey in her hands. You loved her hands, the way the rings she wore made her fingers look even longer, the way the veins stood out when she flexed her hands around the glass, the way her hands looked when they wrapped around your wrists and your legs and your throat. She had taken off her suit jacket and rolled her sleeves up to her elbows to show off her forearm tattoo to Jesse, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into her lap and kiss her in front of the whole party.

“Hey, baby!”, you called out as you walked over to her. Ellie looked towards you with a smile that took your breath away, and waved you over to the table she sat at with Jesse.

“Hi, love. Everything going okay?”, Ellie said as you came to a stop beside her chair, tilting her head up to look at you.

“Yup, everything’s going amazing so far.” You pressed a kiss into her temple and stood with your elbows resting on her shoulders, leaning over her to talk to Jesse.

“Is Jesse bothering you, Ellie? Do I need to steal you away?”, you asked teasingly. You were internally begging for her to say yes so you two could least go make out in a dark corner somewhere for a minute and blow off some steam. Up close, her hands looked even more beautiful and you wanted them wrapped around your neck instead of that stupid glass.

“No baby I’m fine,” she said with that stupid, stupid, sweet smile of hers. “I’m having a good time”.

“Okay, love.” You pressed a kiss to the top of her head and walked off then. You would be a good girlfriend and let Ellie make friends, and you wouldn’t pout about it.

-

You were definitely pouting. Another hour had passed, the sun was finally starting to sink beneath the clouds, and Ellie still hadn’t gotten up from that fucking table with Jesse. Your friend Dina had come over to the table too now, and the three of them were talking and yelling like they’d known each other their whole lives. Ellie had rejected your hints and requests to come with her twice now, and you were honestly starting to regret ever introducing her to your friends.

In your second attempt, you had fully sat yourself in Ellie’s lap at the table and asked her to come to the bathroom with you to ‘fix your dress’, but you either had the dumbest girlfriend in the world or the sweetest. Ellie had spun you around and said, “How could I fix it? You look absolutely perfect baby”. You only just barely stopped yourself from stomping away.

However, another half-hour and several shots with your friends had passed and you felt ready to try again. This time, there would be no way Ellie could possibly miss your meaning. Locking the door of the bathroom behind you, you pulled up the hem of your skirt and pulled off your panties. You’d picked the pair out special this morning, as Ellie had never seen you wearing anything as intricately lacy and sheer as these. You had wanted to surprise her, but at this point you were unsure if Ellie would ever see them because you felt like you were never going to want to have sex again if this didn’t work.

Heading back outside with the panties tucked discreetly away in your fist, you made your way over to the table where Ellie, Jesse, Dina, and a few more of your friends were all sitting. Ignoring everyone but Ellie, you came up behind her and draped yourself over the back of her chair, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“You have 10 seconds to get up and follow me. I’m not asking you again.” Pressing a kiss Ellie’s cheek and ignoring the sweet, confused look on her face, you reached down into her lap and slipped the panties into her hand. Her eyes darted down at the feeling of lace in her palm, and her eyes widened as you started to walk away. As you turned around and headed back towards the house, you heard Ellie start to stutter out an excuse, followed by the sound of a chair creaking, a glass shattering, and Jesse and Dina both cursing at full volume.

-

Ellie opened the bathroom door and your hands were on her shoulders in an instant, pushing her back up against the wall and reaching behind her to close and lock the door.

“Took you long enough”, you said, reaching up to grab her face and pull her down into a rough kiss.

“I’m sorry baby, I knocked over a glass and I-“

“Don’t care,” you interrupted. “I’ve been trying to get your attention all night and you’ve been glued to Jesse instead.”

“Baby, I-“

“Nope! You have an outrageously hot girlfriend and you’ve been neglecting her all night. I don’t wanna hear excuses.”

Ellie’s cheekbones were covered in a bright red flush now and she opened her mouth to speak before swallowing and trying again. “I’m sorry baby, you look beautiful,” she said, eyes darting quickly down to your cleavage before looking back up at your eyes. “How can I make it up to you?”

“There we go, sweetheart” you said, loosening the grip you had on her wrist and instead winding your fingers into her hair and pulling her down to kiss you again. Her mouth opened on a gasp just as your lips met and she pulled herself into your body, her hands coming to rest on your ass and the middle of your back, crushing you closer into her. She pushed you back into the sink, the upper halves of your bodies leaning backwards while your legs tangled together and she slid the hand on your ass down to hitch your leg up around her hip. She kissed you deeper, pressing every inch of her body as close to yours as she could get.

The force of her kiss surprised you, and you felt dizzy when she finally pulled away from your lips. Her head ducked and she began pressing kisses to your neck, mumbling something into the hot skin behind your ears.

“What was that, baby?”

“M’sorry”, she mumbled again, pressing another kiss to your skin. “M’sorry, m’sorry,” she repeated, pressing a kiss into your skin for each apology. You wanted to give in right then, pull her into another hug and call her your sweet girl, but the press of each kiss was sending sparks across your skin and Ellie only grew needier with each touch of lips to skin. She bit down gently in the spot she knew you liked, and worried the skin between her teeth as you gasped and cupped the back of her head with your hand. Your other hand was braced against the counter, trying to hold yourself up against the force of your girlfriend’s apologies. Ellie surged forward and suddenly scooped you up, the muscles of her arms flexing under her shirt, before setting you down gently on top of the counter. The sink was digging squarely into your back and you were vaguely worried about the entire vanity collapsing under the two of you, but you were willing to ignore your worries for now. Ellie’s hand was right next to yours, the tattoo on her forearm flexing as she gripped the marble counter. Her other hand still had your leg hitched around her waist and she was pressing every inch of herself into the gap between your legs, trying to get you to forgive her with your body if not in words.

She pressed a final kiss to the base of your neck before reaching to pull the strap of your dress and the cup of your bra to the side. She licked and sucked at your exposed nipple, moaning quietly into your skin. The hand that wasn’t holding you up flew to your mouth as you tried to hold in a gasp. The feeling of Ellie’s tongue on your skin, the soft material of your dress now hanging off one shoulder, and the press of Ellie and the marble counter on both sides of your body was making it hard to think or breathe, much less remember to keep your voice down in case there was someone outside the bathroom door. Your pussy was uncomfortably wet, the lack of panties making you feel every press and shift of Ellie’s hips through the soft velvet of your dress. You sent up a fervent prayer that your dress wouldn’t be too ruined to wear for the rest of the night before Ellie drove all the thoughts out of your head again as she bit down on your nipple. You finally let out a moan as your head tipped back against the mirror above the sink, and you felt Ellie’s mouth leave your skin for the first time since she’d started.

You were absolutely turned on out of your mind, but you managed a semi-believable haughty voice.

“Did I tell you to stop?”, you breathed out as you picked your head back up and looked down at her again.

Ellie looked back up at you silently, and the look in her eyes-pupils blown wide and adoring- sent a wave of heat through your body from head to toe. Instead of answering, she lowered herself down to the floor, the beautiful lines of her suit crumpling as she settled herself on her knees between your legs. Her hands came up to rest on your thighs just below where your dress ended, dimpling the soft skin there as she dug her fingers into you. The rings on her fingers were cold against your skin, but every other part of your body felt like it was burning.

“Please”, she breathed out, one of her hands reaching up to clutch at the hem of your dress. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your dress-covered cunt before resting her head against your thigh, breathing heavily.

“Sweet girl,” you said, cupping her face gently in your hand and tilting it up to look at you, “You’ve got yourself all worked up, huh?”. She nodded her head into your hand, before turning and kissing the palm of the hand against her cheek. Her hands fell away from your legs, balling up in her lap as she waited for you to say more. You could feel the heat of her cheek against your palm, her eyes looking slightly watery against the burn of her embarrassment. You could tell she loved it though, from the way her mouth sat slightly open and she rubbed her balled fists against the tops of her thighs.

“You want me to fuck your face, sweet girl? Is that what you want?”. You rubbed a thumb across her cheekbone as a single, burning tear of embarrassment fell across her face.

She nodded fiercely and breathed out a, “Yes, please”. She looked so determined you wanted to laugh and tell her you hadn’t really been mad at all, but she was obviously getting off on this and you weren’t about to cut it short. Besides, your cunt was aching and you thought you might go insane soon if you didn’t get what you’ve been waiting for since you came up with this stupid party idea.

“Go ahead, love”. Ellie didn’t need any further encouragement. She reached out with surprising forcefulness and yanked your hips forward, until your lower half was nearly off the counter. Still on her knees, she pushed your dress up and licked into your pussy like she was starving. The first touch of her tongue was enough to have you cracking your head on the mirror again, startling a laugh and a moan out of you in the same breath. Ellie didn’t stop, and you wondered if she could even hear you. You could barely hear yourself, the pounding of your heart in your ears mixing with the underlying thump of the music from somewhere outside.

Ellie’s arms wrapped around the outside of your thighs and held you tight, fingers digging into the velvet of your dress as she held it up bunched at your hips. Her tongue dragged across your clit like a match striking, sending a blistering heat through your chest that burned through every part of your body. Ellie’s face was slick already, and you could feel her sucking gently at your clit between swipes of her tongue. Her fingers kept flexing against your upper thighs, gripping tighter and tighter until the skin there was flushed and irritated. You scooted your hips further off the counter, pressing your cunt harder into Ellie’s mouth. She moaned against you, and the noise you made in response was definitely audible to anyone within 20 feet of the bathroom door. You stuffed your hand into your mouth, biting down hard on your knuckles to try and keep quiet. Ellie seemed to take that as a challenge, licking into you harder and faster until the whimpers coming out of your mouth were constant. She held you tight against her with her right arm, and used her left to push your leg further out of her way, leaving your golden heel dangling over her shoulder. Your hands were in her hair, absolutely ruining the bun she had so carefully styled before the party.

You started to feel dizzy, the focus of the world dulling until the only things you knew were the feelings of Ellie’s tongue against you, and your fingers in her hair, and the burning in your chest that was spreading down your arms and legs until every finger and toe was on fire. Your eyes closed, and you fought the urge to close your legs around Ellie’s head. Your fingers slid through her hair and spasmed against her back, scratching at her skin through the crisp whiteness of her shirt. Everything in you wanted to snap, to jerk away from the feeling burning through you. It was too much. It was, you were going to tell Ellie that it was too much, that you couldn’t take it anymore, but when you went to say it the only word that came out was her name. Ellie gave another gentle suck on your clit, pulling on your hips and grinding your cunt into her face as hard as she could, and everything shattered.

Your legs snapped shut around Ellie’s head, trapping her head between your thighs. She pushed back fiercely against the inside of your legs, forcing them open and continuing to lick into you while your body shook against her mouth. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears and it felt like every ounce of blood in your body was right up against Ellie’s tongue, being kissed at and licked and sucked. You pushed her head away and finally closed your legs, your lower body still spasming against your will as you leaned back against the mirror, trying to breathe.

Ellie’s hands were on you again then, hand behind your neck pulling you limply away from the mirror to rest your head against her shoulder. You giggled, empty-headed as you buried your face against her neck, breathing in the smell of sweat and her cologne and your body. You slung your arms loosely across Ellie’s shoulders, pulling her in closer to you.

“Hi baby”, you whispered.

“Hi,” Ellie whispered back. Giving you a mind-numbing orgasm seemed to have brought Ellie back to herself a bit, her eyes were focused again and she smiled when you leaned your head back into her neck and moaned again, aftershocks making your legs kick gently at the back of Ellie’s thighs. “Was that good?”

“Mhmmmm”, you moaned out, smile twisting your lips at the end of the noise. You would gather up the scraps of your dominant personality and start bossing Ellie around again soon, but for now your head was blissfully empty except for the gentle pulse of EllieEllieEllieEllie in your head like a heartbeat.

[sundownpromises]

The Beauty in The Last of Us Part II's Ending

I just want to take a minute to ramble about the ending of TLOU2 because it is one of the most beautiful endings to a game ever.

It’s so easy to watch the ending and feel nothing but sadness for Ellie. Her worst fear came true – ending up alone. But something that I love about this ending is the renewed sense of hope that you feel. Or that I felt, at least.

After the final cutscene with Joel, when we see Ellie’s face, she seems at peace. To me, I see the face of someone who has finally learned to forgive. I think this moment is the moment we finally see Ellie silently realize that the only way to truly heal is to accept what has happened and to let it go. She will never forget everything that happened; that much is clear. Trauma is not something that one can forget, and even if she could, the physical scars and her missing fingers will remain a constant reminder of all that she’s lost and has endured. But now we see Ellie finally reach the point in her journey where she is able to outgrow that trauma. Her trauma, which was once a heavy ball of lead tied around her ankle, has now become small enough that she can walk without the weight. 

And then, of course, we see her leave the guitar behind. I’ve always believed that this symbolizes not leaving Joel behind, but instead no longer resenting him, understanding him, and learning to move on. Sure, she can no longer play the guitar in the same way she used to, and that’s heart-breaking. The guitar was such a clear connection between Joel and Ellie, and it has been said that now that she can no longer play that that connection is broken. But what if that’s not such an awful thing? I believe that there is a silver lining; she will always have other things to remember him by because Joel is always to her. She’s got the pin he gave her for her birthday. She’s got drawings of him in her journal (now that she can finally imagine him not in pain but in tranquility), and most importantly, memories. Yes, she has lost a lot, so much, including the one physical object that directly tied her to Joel -- but what is grief, if not love persevering?

 And when we see her walk into the forestry, she walks with determined steps. It is unclear where she is going – but I think at this point, after all Ellie has been through, she sees the futility in unnecessary violence. In a world that is so unforgiving and cruel, what is truly lacking is love and compassion. Ellie is capable of giving and receiving both of those things. She doesn’t have a violent heart; it’s just that the world that she grew up in has shown her nothing but pain and loss. Her circumstances have caused her to react in the only way that she saw fit (further proving that the world Ellie lives in is the true villain of this game, but that is for another post). But we see it with Dina, we see it with Joel, Maria, Tommy, Jesse, and we see it in her survivor’s guilt that she feels toward Tess, Riley, and Sam. We have seen the love and compassion that she has felt for all of these people no matter how short lived the relationship.

This point brings me to a particular line of dialogue from the first game that I absolutely love. It is a line that Joel says to Ellie at the very end:

You keep finding something to fight for.

Is that not what survival is all about? Is that not what enduring is all about? To survive is to find meaning in that survival. When I see Ellie walk off at the end of Part 2, I like to believe that she is going to find meaning elsewhere – whatever that may look like. Personally, I could see her running into another group of survivors who take her in, and she helps them and she cares for them because she knows that that’s how she should be living her life – doing good by other people (or perhaps she truly does go back to Jackson, which I could also envision). She knows that that’s what Joel would want for her. 

The Last of Us Part II is a game full of so much tragedy and despair and yet… there is hope to be found. Some people don’t like the ending because it is so open-ended and ambiguous. But personally that’s why I find it so profound and beautiful. I don’t have all the answers but instead I am left with a feeling; a feeling of hope. A renewed sense of faith. That is enough for me. To be teased with that silver lining and to be left alone with my own thoughts, to come up with my own conclusions, is an extremely impactful way to end a game. Wherever Ellie is, I just hope she’s happy. That’s what she deserves.

I think as people who consume media (movies, TV shows, books, games, etc), we're so used to seeing endings that feel truly resolved. In other words, endings that answer all of our pressing questions. But the fact that TLOU2's ending just leaves you with a feeling is so beautiful to me. Ellie's new journey is just beginning, and we as players are not going on that journey with her (at least not until Part 3). It is bittersweet in a way. We can only hope.

[joelscoffeee]

Wash the dishes, make dinner, commit arson. As long as it’s on the list, it will get done for you baby girl

[chiosstuff]

"i would post about palestine but-" stop. stfu.

[elliesflower]

i hate u [2]

pt 1 here

word count; 4.2k (don't ask)

cw; angst, top!abby, bottom!r, fingering (r!receiving), dirty talk, crying

an; hiiii, i need this woman in my bed expeditiously. originally i was gonna make abby a switch in this but then it got too long lmao anyways, enjoy! (and find it on ao3 here)

18+ only, mdni!!!!

kissing abby was nothing like you had imagined—not that you’d imagined kissing her, ever, but it was quite possibly the only feeling that has ever mattered. the unmistakable sound of your lips smacking together was utterly indecent in the quiet of your bedroom, much louder than the ever-present hum of the stadium’s generators.

but she was eager, too eager. you both were, all the years spent avoiding each other, and you could have had this? her hand was sliding down, lightly pulling at the soft hairs at the back of your neck. you gasped, the sensation lighting you on fire, panting into her mouth, you couldn’t help it, you were whining, “abby,” and it was barely a whisper but she heard you—peppering kisses to your top lip, the corner of your mouth, your cheek, down to your jaw, she was nodding in agreement. 

“m’ sorry,” she mumbled into your neck, and you shivered, your body instinctively pressing into hers. her hand came around to rest at your lower back and she pressed you closer still, continuing her exploration of your skin. 

“you said that already,” you breathed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes, because there was no way this was happening, right? you’d wake up tomorrow and be alone in your bed, and this will be nothing more than a passing thought, an insane dream to add to the tally. but it was like abby could read your mind, she was desperate to make you feel just how real this really was, snaking her hand further around your middle so that she was nearly lifting you off the ground. 

your hands flew out to find purchase on her shoulders, nails making crescent indents in her freckled skin. “still sorry,” she said again, punctuating it with a wet kiss to your cheek, before pressing her forehead into yours. she felt sticky with perspiration, her breath was jagged and slow as she squeezed her eyes closed. god, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking as you watched her, your heavy breathing matching hers while you stood there in the middle of your room. in the middle of abby. in the middle of every fucked up thing the two of you have ever said to each other and oh, was it supposed to be this hard?

“do you forgive me?” she asked suddenly, and her eyes opened. you stared at her, feeling her breath fan across your face, your lips tingling almost as much as your brain.

do you forgive her?

you do, you think—but how could you let it come out like this? pressed against her, the weight of her hands at your back making you squirm, your heart and your head and your stomach were all telling you a different lie and you didn’t know who to believe. so you said nothing instead, ignoring the stinging behind your eyes and feverishly pressing your lips against hers once again. 

she tasted sort of like mint, a little bit like guilt, but also like your favorite flavor. she relinquished her hold on your back, moving her hands to rest at your hips, thumbs tracing circles on the delicate skin there—it made you shiver, made you gasp once more into her mouth, and she used your surprise to guide you backwards, walking you to what you could only assume was your bed, messy and unmade from the morning. 

“do you forgive me?” she was asking again, between kisses, between gently helping you lower onto the bed, between a rock and a hard place. you felt like crying, you felt like saying yes, you felt like letting her take you apart, to hell and back, and it sure felt like you’d never needed anything more than you needed her in this exact moment. 

you nodded as abby pulled away, you couldn’t say it out loud, and her lips were glistening and swollen, parted slightly as she sat down on the bed next to you. her braid was messy, baby hairs sticking to her forehead as she leaned toward you. you crossed your legs on the bed, facing her, and swallowed hard, your body fueled with anticipation, with lust, with the filthy thoughts that you couldn’t shake from your mind—not when she was looking at you like…that.

“do you, though?” she asked, placing a hand on your cheek, thumb swiping away a tear you hadn’t even noticed. you nodded fervently, hand reaching up to grab her forearm, holding it in place. “i need to hear you say it.”

you had to close your eyes again, you couldn’t dare to look her in the eye, god, this was embarrassing—she forgave you. just like that. why is it so hard for you? she moved her hand so that it was pinching your chin lightly, tilting your head up so that you’d have to look at her. 

not fair. 

you blinked up at her through your wet lashes, and her thumb reached up to gently pull at your bottom lip, instantly sending heat pooling in your core. you tried not to show it on your face, but abby was searching, fighting to get an answer out of you. 

“i won’t do this with you if you don’t talk to me,” her tone was gentle, but you still felt restless. you were amped up, from the fighting, the tears, the anger, the desire. somehow the feelings were identical—love and hate. the only difference was the circumstance. 

“do what with me?” there went your mouth again, moving before you could think. abby almost smiled, the corner of her mouth twitching ever-so-slightly. her eyes flickered down to your mouth, and then back, and her thumb pressed slightly harder into your lip, prying it open.

“don’t play dumb,” she said, and now, she did smile—but it didn’t seem so nice this time.

“i want this,” you couldn’t help it, you were reaching for her again, grabbing her hand and pulling it into your lap. you intertwined your fingers, looking down at your joined hands, and it didn’t feel real. “i want you.” but you couldn’t look at her still, playing with her hand in yours, heartbeat practically ringing in your ears. 

“yeah?” abby scooted closer to you, slipping her hand out of your grasp, and you looked at her again, eyes dark and full of lust. she leaned down to slip off her own boots, and you took a deep breath, nodding when she looked back up at you. you did want this. you wanted her, in any way she would have you, in any way you could possibly get.

“i forgive you,” you decided, and this time, it was with certainty. your voice unwavering, your eyes clear, your heart full, and that set something in abby on fire. for a split second, her nostrils flared, and then she was on you in an instant, taking you by surprise when she clamored onto the bed, pressing your shoulders back so that you landed on the mattress with a soft grunt. she held herself up with one arm, staring down at you, and you suddenly felt vulnerable all over again, squirming under the scrutiny of her piercing gaze. her face was mere inches away from your own, and you stopped to admire her for a moment, in a way you could never before. sure, you’d looked at her before, but you’ve never really looked at her—not like this.

her pupils were dilated, yet her face held an unusual gentleness. freckles littered her skin like constellations, and you wanted to map them all, wanted to feel her, all of her, so you started to, reaching up and pressing a hand to her face, just like she’d done to you. all her walls were gone, unrestrained, and there was no mistaking her heavy lids and flushed skin for anything other than salacity. the thought alone of what was to come had you pressing your thighs together, once again wondering how she managed to do so much to you without ever saying a single word. 

“you sure about that?” the blonde asked suddenly, her breath ghosting over your face as she spoke. you almost rolled your eyes out of habit, but settled for a scoff instead. of course she knew you were sure—she just couldn’t help herself, could she?

“if you expect me to grovel, you’re kindly mistaken,” you quipped, dropping your hand. 

“last i checked, i kinda feel like i have the upper hand, here,” abby smirked, one of her knees slotting between your legs, and you actually gasped, that motherfucker. the pressure against your core was delicious, albeit there were a few too many layers of clothing in the way. you tried not to let the pleasure show on your face, determined that she couldn’t break you—not now, not after all the time you’ve had to spend proving yourself to her. 

“fuck you, abby,” you said, but this time, you didn’t mean it. and she knew that, smirking down at you as she shifted her leg up higher, silencing what would have been an absolutely embarrassing moan with a kiss. 

it was almost like she couldn’t control herself. she was greedy now, all tongue and teeth, her mouth incessant and wet, saliva connecting your mouths each time she pulled away briefly to allow you to breathe—not that you needed any breath, really you thought you’d be fine if you never breathed on your own again. you wanted her breath, you wanted her—couldn’t help the grinding of your clothed pussy over the expanse of her muscular thigh, couldn’t help the whisper of jesus, fuck- that spilled from your lips when she began to trail her tongue down your neck, to your chest, all the way down until she was lifting your shirt up, helping you wrangle it off, and pressing her mouth onto the bare skin just above your navel.

you looked down at her just as she darted her tongue out to lap gently at your stomach, and you swore you could have cried right then and there, reaching your hand out to grip her hair as you arched into her touch, a shiver shooting down your spine at the ticklish sensation. 

“god, do you ever take out this stupid braid?” you hissed as your fingers got caught in one of the plats, and she had the nerve to laugh, pressing another kiss to your middle before sitting up on her knees, leaving you needy and exposed below her, your nipples hardening against the cool air in the room.

“aw, someone been fantasizing about me with my hair down?” she taunted, but she got the hint, because she took out her hair-tie regardless, sliding it down to her wrist. 

“fuck off,” you retorted, though your body flooded hot at the mockery, partially because yes, she was right, you sometimes did wonder about what she looked like with her hair down—not sure if you’d call that, fantasizing, though—and mostly because abby had always taunted you, fucked around with you, frustrated you to the point of tears, but never in a sexual way. and the thought both terrified and excited you as you envisioned what was to come.

it didn’t really matter right now though, you thought as you sat up on your elbows, because she was undoing her braid, the wavy, golden locks cascading down her shoulders once freed, and you choked back yet another moan at the sight.

“abby…” you breathed, sitting up farther so that you could touch it. the moment had gone soft, like her hair, it was so soft, and smelled like coconut, fuck how have you never seen her with her hair down, after all these years? she was smiling, but you could see the faint blush that was creeping up her neck under your gaze. 

“is my hair down a turn-on for you?”

yes. you swallowed. 

“no.”

she laughed, and you had to fight your own grin, twisting a strand of her hair around your finger. “shut up,” you grumbled, sitting up on your knees to match her, pressing your hands against her chest softly, playing with the neckline of her shirt. you felt her muscles tense under your touch as she gazed down at you, and you were suddenly aware of just how much…larger she was than you. the thought made you shiver, and you were once again aware of the wetness between your legs. 

“can i take this off?” you asked, voice coming out quiet and shy. abby nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. you took a breath, reaching down to help her pull it off, and you could have fainted at the sight. you knew she was built, but fuck. you couldn’t help but reach out and touch her skin, trailing your fingers from the band of her thin white bra down to her navel. 

“bet you’ve been waiting for this, huh?” she asked, abs flexing slightly under the touch of your hand, and no matter how badly you wanted to make some sarcastic comment back, you felt like a person possessed, nodding with enthusiasm, impure thoughts flooding your brain—but another “shut up,” was all you could manage, breathless and benevolent, wanting to feel more of her. 

“should have known,” she spoke lowly now, her tone just this side of nice, “all that teasing, all those mean comments,” she said, and your stomach twisted in anticipation as her eyes narrowed. god, she was looking at you like you were a piece of meat, and no, that shouldn’t have been turning you on even more, but oh, she was guiding you back down to the mattress before fumbling with the button of your jeans. 

“it was just frustration,” abby said, her tone suddenly casual for the extremely sensual way she was undoing your pants.

“the fuck are you talking about, anderson?” you griped, reaching down to help her pull your pants all the way off, and you became acutely aware of how your excitement had seeped through your panties, the sudden rush of air against them making you shiver. 

“i’m saying, i get it now,” she continued, using her big hands to spread your thighs apart, rubbing circles into your skin with her thumbs, observing you. “you were just frustrated over what you couldn’t have.”

“are you fucking kidding m-”

but there was no time to retort, no time to do much of anything before she was pressing a thumb to your thinly veiled clit, causing you to cry out in shock. you couldn’t look at her, you had to throw your head back onto the pillow and cover your eyes in shame, legs closing around her arm instinctively.

“ah ah,” she reprimanded, using a hand to spread your legs back apart, and fuck, she was strong. not that it would have taken much convincing, anyways. “let me see.” her thumb pressed against your sensitive core, making a dull ache in your stomach, making you gasp and moan under her touch. 

“yeah that’s it,” she rasped, and you swear in that moment you were seeing stars, fucking shameful, isn’t it? that she had barely even started to touch you and you were practically gone already. so much for not breaking. “i know this is what you’ve been wanting. what you’ve been needing…”

“abby, please,” please what, you weren’t sure. please stop talking, please keep talking, please don’t fucking stop, and you’d blame it on the desire, the ache to be touched, anything to admit you weren’t coming undone this quickly under her teasing rhythm. 

“such good manners, where have those been?” she was fucking mocking you now, abruptly stopping her ministrations in favor of grabbing the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down with such ease you were worried for a moment they might rip. 

“fuck you,” you managed, and it just didn’t have that same weight to it anymore—not when abby had you like this, naked and breathless and sweaty below her. she smiled at you, and it was wicked, eyes dark and hair wild around her face.

“why don’t you show me some more of those good manners,” she said, eyes transfixed on the wetness between your legs, pushing your thighs apart lightly. “open up.”

somehow, your legs were spreading almost like she’d cast some sort of spell on you, her words going straight to your head and taking over your body, doing anything to make her get closer, to make her touch you, to fuck you. 

“tell me you want this,” her voice was quiet and serious, the sound of it scrambling your brain--her fingers, dancing across your skin, from your hips, to your thighs, squeezing gently at the soft flesh as she locked eyes with you. 

“you gonna make me beg?” you questioned, inhaling sharply at her touch.

“never said that,” she shrugged, abruptly moving her hand and running her index finger down your slit, and it was nearly disgraceful how easily her finger glided, coated with your slick—you gasped at the sensation, gripping the bedsheets in your fists. “just wanna hear you say it.”

“you’re insufferable,” you groaned, closing your eyes as she began stroking her finger agonizingly slowly between your folds, and god you could fucking hear how wet you were. it would have been embarrassing, and perhaps, it was a little bit--but she didn’t need to know that thought was turning you on even more.

“guess i don’t really need to hear it,” abby continued. “i can just tell by how fucking wet you are.” it was like she was in your brain, somehow, your hips were bucking into her touch and shying away at the same time. you looked down your body at her and watched the way she looked at you, with such hunger and intensity, and it took everything in you to hold back, to force yourself to stay away from the edge—no way you’d let her have that satisfaction. 

“still’d be nice,” she pressed on, dipping her finger just slightly into your pussy, drawing a moan from your throat, which you quickly muffled with the back of your hand. 

“abby,” you whispered against your hand, trying to move your hips just so that her finger would slide in--it probably would, you were so fucking eager, and she knew it too, the way she watched your face twist in pleasure, your mouth falling open as she teased your entrance. you chanced a look down at her, and her lips were painted with that smug fucking smirk. 

“you fucking asshole,” you whined when you realized she was serious. “abby, i swear to god-” you were quickly cut off, practically choking on your words as she slid a thick finger inside, curling it just right so that she could pull out of your dripping cunt with an obscene squelching noise.

“what happened to your manners?” she questioned, withdrawing her fingers completely, cocking her head to the side. “c’mon, lemme hear it,” and you were writhing on the bed, heart racing, your breathing labored, stomach twisting in knots, sweat making the bed sheets stick to your backside.

“abby,” you spoke her name, for maybe the hundredth time that night, but you couldn’t help it. fell off your lips like a prayer, tears welling in your eyes as you gazed up at her strong frame, towering over you in the bed. you were at her mercy, whether you liked it or not--but you really did like it, maybe even loved it, your thighs sticky with your juices as you pressed your knees together, desperate for any kind of pressure after she pulled away. 

“it’s just three little words,” abby pressed, smoothing her hands up the expanse of your thighs before dipping her thumb back in between the heat of your legs, the pressure against your sensitive bud making you gasp and open up to allow her better access. “i wanna make you feel good. don’t you want that?” it was accentuated with a languid stroke of her thumb, heavy and demanding, and there was no getting out of this--she had a direct line to your brain, flipping a switch with her touch and making you desperate, making your back arch as you tried to hold on to reality, but it was no use. you wanted her, so badly, too badly, you were breaking and fucking- christ abby, your fingers, you were babbling, practically incoherent, but you wanted her to fuck me, please, i-i want it, please, 

“that’s it, that’s what i thought,” two fingers were slipping inside you with such ease that you felt mortified for a moment, before you were seeing stars, groans and grunts and unintelligible words being fucked out of you. abby’s fingers moved inside you expertly, like she knew you already, and did she just fucking moan? “fucking filthy, god-” she was leaning over you now, hair falling around her face so that it just tickled your belly as she fucked you, taking you apart. her eyes were ablaze, cheeks red as she panted above you, getting off to just the feeling, you couldn’t look at her, your stomach was tightening and oh no, no, no, she’d barely started--your hole was tightening around her fingers, making the drag of her fingers just that much better, or worse, or something else all together. 

“god, you’re fucking tight,” abby groaned as she sped up her fingers, “fucking made for my fingers, taking them so good,” the palm of her hand tapping against your swollen clit with each stroke. you were gone, too gone, but not gone enough to know you were fight fucking there, 

“abby, don’t stop, don’tyoufuckingdarestop,” it was pathetic, really--the tears streaming down your face, the way your hand flew out to grip her wrist, pinning her in place as you felt the world disappearing from your mind, m’gonna- fucking cum, your mouth falling open as you locked eyes with her, watching her arm flex as she brought you to your peak and oh--

the world went white for a moment, but you could feel it at the same time, could feel the way your pussy absolutely drenched abby’s hand, could feel the way she stroked you through it, murmuring praises as she pressed against that sensitive spot, causing your hips to stutter as you came down. 

abby pulled her fingers out of you slowly, and you whimpered, suddenly overcome with a strong feeling of emptiness--both physically and mentally. your breathing was shaky and prominent, brain foggy and body spent. you felt the bed shifting and looked down to see abby with a soft smile on her face, wiping your wetness off onto her pant leg. you quickly averted your eyes, closing them as you pressed your fingertips to your temples, trying to force back whatever emotion was bubbling up at literally the most inconvenient time. 

“hey, what’s going on?” abby’s voice was riddled with concern, and you felt her slide up the bed next to you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her body, her breathing matching yours. you shook your head bashfully, refusing to look at her. there were ten million thoughts running through your mind, but the main one being:

i just let abigail anderson fuck me. 

“m’sorry,” you were apologizing, though you didn’t even know what for, for crying? for ruining the moment? 

“sorry for what?” she was pressing, a hand coming to tug at your wrist. “hey, look at me, please,” there was an edge to her voice, almost desperate. you drew a deep breath, wiping away your tears and turning your head toward her. her eyes were full of worry, brow creased slightly as she watched your face. you looked at her for a moment longer before you couldn’t anymore, diving into her neck, pressing your body against hers with fervor. her skin was hot and sticky with perspiration, her heart beating wildly against your face as you pressed it against her, snaking an arm around her middle.

“this changes everything,” you whispered, almost scared to admit it to yourself. she rubbed a warm hand up and down the bare skin of your back soothingly, but you weren’t expecting the laugh that rumbled from her chest. 

“well, i would sure hope so.”

you pulled back slightly, glaring at her as best as you could with eyes full of tears and your bottom lip quivering. 

“listen,” she smiled softly at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “of course this changes everything. but doesn’t it change it for the better?” she asked. “unless you’re trying to tell me i’m a terrible lay,” and you had to laugh, pleasantly subdued, for the moment.

“it is for the better,” you mumbled, trying to make your way back into her neck, but she kept you pinned where she would see your face.  

“then, what’s the problem?”

“change is hard,” you whispered, the tears stinging in your eyes again. this time, she let you back into her warmth, cradling an arm around your head as she stroked your hair gently. the room was on fire, abby’s scent overwhelming you as you felt her breath evening out. 

“i’ll make it easier.”

“how?” you asked, slightly muffled into her skin.

“i just…will.”

and somehow, it sounded like a promise.

[sweetyluvs]

i love yara so much. I feel like people overlook her but she didn’t deserve to die. I appreciate her so much she was so kind and forgiving and gosh i cried so hard when she died i had to stop playing and get water. Ily yara always and forever <3!

my beautiful, sweet, kind girl. she’s so cute. look at her holding the shark she was gonna give lev :(

[dean-samw67]

New piece done! My love, Abby Anderson ❤️

Uncensored version on my twitter