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no sorry i can't kms bc fantastic 4 is coming out & i can't kms after that bc gen v s2 is coming out & after that is stranger things s5 & then percy jackson s2 & then daredevil s2 & then the boys s5 & then the sotr movie & spider-man 4 & avengers doomsday & agggtm s2 & vought rising & vision quest & tlou s3 & secret wars potentially making aos canon & probably a supernatural revival at some point & unfortunately i can't die before any of these so

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I feel like I’m on an island yall I cannot be the only person here who wants to fuck hbo ellie williams so bad they look stupid

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for the people searching: myself, @eddies-ashtray and @sapphicautumn are the only accounts i know of that write for hbo ellie. tlou writers need to lock inn

What tag do I need to use to get Bella Ramsey HBO Ellie smut!?

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girl u better get typing again u ate this

darlin’ are you ready for more?

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: An inch away from more than just friends…!

Content: Kinda friends/roommates to lovers but let’s be real it’s pretty much pwp, outbreak not explicitly mentioned, weed, stoner ellie, shotgunning, dirty talk, kinda dom ellie, kissing, fingering (r receiving), scissoring, hbo ellie is in moodboard cause i primarily picture her while i write but game ellie can be pictured also!

WC: 3.3k

A/N: title is a girl in red lyric from one of my favs. and the synopsis is literally just a chappell lyric.

NOTE: *the image in the middle is not intended to be exclusionary in terms of readers appearance. it is only meant to depict an aspect of the fic. reader is not described/depicted as being a specific race in this or any of my fics.*

Masterlist

“I feel like there’s cotton in my head,” Ellie muses. 

You laugh a little. “In a good way?”

She hums in response, then gives you a sidelong glance. This is a bit difficult in her position. She’s lying with her back on her bed, her legs crossed as they lean flat against the headboard. You’re sitting with your legs outstretched and your palms pressed into the comforter behind you so she has to tilt her head back to look at you. 

“Do you wanna try it?” she asks. Ellie would never pressure you into doing something you didn’t want to do. You’d trust her with your beating heart. But it’s her that causes you to stutter or fidget with loose threads on your clothes, not the premise of smoking weed for the first time. 

“Can I try?” you confirm. 

You’ve seen Ellie expertly roll a joint more often than you’ve seen her cook a meal. Watched the way she lines the paper with just the right amount of flower, green flecks stubbornly sticking to her lithe fingers. The way her tongue slides swiftly along the edge of the paper to seal it tightly. 

“Yeah, c’mere,” she beckons enthusiastically as she awkwardly maneuvers into a cross-legged position. You giggle at the way she struggles to push away from the headboard. 

“How did you even get into that position?” you ask her through a laugh. 

“I’m flexible,” she replies with an over-exaggerated wink. You snort, but her response warms your cheeks. 

As she finally settles down in front of you, straightening her askew t-shirt, you mirror her. Bare knees touching. That single point of contact makes the thin skin there tingle. 

Her skin is warm despite her open window inviting in the cool, summer evening air. The light fabric of the curtains billows in the gentle breeze, the material brushing together, making a quiet shushing sound. It’s soothing. Especially in concert with the symphony of nocturnal insects singing in the grass.

Ellie holds the joint out to you. You glance down at it, fiddling a bit with your fingers before flitting your gaze back up to her. Nerves bubble up in your stomach at the prospect of doing this for the first time in front of her. 

“How do you do it?” you ask, feeling a bit stupid. Her proximity tends to have that effect on you. The moment she moves into your space or her skin comes into contact with yours, your brain short circuits. Struggling to properly form full sentences or fill your lungs with air. 

Tonight, it feels especially difficult to function around her. Maybe it’s because you’re in her bedroom. On her bed. And she looks so pretty wearing her short hair in a half-up, half-down style. The weed’s also mellowed her out quite a bit, her eyelids drooping slightly. 

“Here,” Ellie laughs kindly. You know she isn’t laughing at you. There’s not a malicious bone in her body. At least not one reserved for you. “I’ll show you.” 

Pink lips wrap around the joint and inhale. The cherry glows orange as she pulls the smoke in. Then it fades into the colour of burnt ash when she removes it from between her lips. The thick smoke curls up toward the ceiling as she releases it, momentarily clouding her attractive features. 

You press your lips together, pinching your leg lightly. Ellie smiles reassuringly as if to say see? easy then takes another pull. You swallow, feeling a little dizzy watching her. 

“C’mon,” she encourages through a soft laugh, her voice thick with smoke. Artificially a bit deeper as she speaks. Goosebumps rise on your arms at her suddenly— temporarily—low timbre. “It’s easy, I swear.” 

God, it’s like she’s trying to make you wet. 

You’re about to pluck the joint from her fingers. 

“Wait! I have an idea!”

You flinch at her sudden outburst, your hand at your heart. “Jesus, Ellie!”

“Sorry, sorry!” she apologizes, still giggling a little as her free hand rests atop the one you’ve settled on your chest in consolation. Your heart stutters in your ribcage, like she’s holding her palm directly over the exposed vital organ. Telling her it’s okay, admittedly stuttering on the first syllable, before her hand returns to her lap. 

Ellie clears her throat. 

“Um,” she says, her expression momentarily distracted before a lightbulb appears to turn on. “Yeah, so. Open your mouth a bit.”

You quirk your brow at her, your stomach dropping in a rush. Hoping the surprise doesn’t bleed through your masked features. 

Ellie nods reassuringly, her eyes soft. You swallow. Following her instruction, you part your lips. Only a bit more than you might when you kiss someone. The thought warms your cheeks, again thinking of the way her tongue swipes over the rolling papers.

Taking another long toke from the joint before she leans forward, Ellie’s knees press harder into yours. The warmth in your cheeks only spreads to your neck and chest as she leans in closer, casting a phantom shadow into your lap. Her eyes–with a pinkish tint to them now–flit to your mouth then back to your eyes again. 

When your lips brush softly your breath hitches.

Then, she blows the smoke into your mouth and you inhale shakily. Staying still and keeping your lips parted until she’s finished transferring the smoke from her mouth to yours.

A burning hot mirage sizzles between your bodies, like a tangible, raw tension. For a moment too long, Ellie lingers in your space, a crease forming between her brows. Trying to break through bone, muscle, and flesh to get to her, your heart hammers against your ribcage as you draw in shallow breaths. Your knees press together, lips just barely touching. Ellie’s dark, expressive eyes search yours. Mildly, she smells of pine and of sheets fresh from the laundry, and of course, of weed. You want to bury your face in her neck and breathe. Feel her hands on your body. Let her touch you. 

Ellie pulls away a little, your faces barely separated.

“How was that?” She whispers, her voice soft. 

Without so much as another breath, you reach out for her and kiss her. Nothing more than the tender press of your mouth against hers, but it feels like something has snapped. 

When you pull away, your eyes are wide. Over the years, your feelings for Ellie have intensified. What started as a small crush soon morphed into a throbbing heart reaching out for her. And you knew you loved her when you couldn’t look at her anymore without it feeling like she was squeezing your heart in her fist, letting your warm blood rush over her fingers. So, of course your all-consuming feelings for her were bound to bubble up and spill over like an unattended pot of water on the stove. It was just never your plan for it to happen so impulsively. 

Ellie only stares at you, kissed lips parted. Evidently just as stunned as you. You are almost immediately apologetic. Apologizing profusely as soon as the shock has subsided enough for you to stutter out a shitty half-explanation. 

Abandoning the joint in the ashtray you made for her birthday on her bedside table, you prepare yourself to flee the scene. Terrified that she will be angry with you. That you’ve done irreparable damage to your relationship.

But then, Ellie grabs your face in her hands and kisses you back. 

The shock lingers shortly before you melt into her. Shoulders slumping as your hands fall to her bare thighs. They remain there as Ellie shifts onto her knees without breaking the kiss and pushes you down onto the soft comforter. Her body on top of yours. A welcome pressure as your stomach drops like you’re on the decline of a rollercoaster going 100 kilometers an hour. 

One moment you’re walking past her bedroom, she’s calling your name and inviting you in. And now…Now she’s kissing you. And her warm hands are on your cheeks. And her tongue is tracing your bottom lip like you’ve seen her do with the rolling papers a thousand times. And when she licks into your mouth, you moan. 

A thin line of spit connects your mouths when she pulls away. It’s surprisingly erotic as it snaps when you breathlessly whisper, “I need you.” 

Wasting no time at all, Ellie–just as out of breath as you in your haste–tugs your top off and makes quick work of your bra. She kisses a white-hot trail fervently down your neck, a final kiss pressed to the sensitive skin just below your ear before whispering, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Searing warmth knots your stomach in response to her surreal statement. “Me too.”

You feel her smile against your neck as she kisses her way down, sucking the skin there softly. Your sharp inhale marks the moment she pulls away and scrapes her teeth over the tender bruise. 

“Ellie.” 

Warm hands follow the path of her kisses down your neck, chest, belly. Like she’s pouring salt into the wound but instead of a painful sting, it’s a sweet pleasure. Every single cell of your skin reacting to her touches, completely oversensitive. 

You gasp, a sound daringly close to a moan, when her wet mouth envelopes your nipple. Back arching off the bed slightly as she tongues the pebbled flesh. The scrape of her teeth over it elicits a high whimper from your throat in the form of her name, the final vowels tapering off into a whine. Her eyes remain on your face like she wants to watch you feel it. To see your lips part and your eyelids flutter. 

She kisses the skin to soothe it and with a soft whisper of you’re so pretty she moves on. When she reaches the spot just above your navel, her darkened eyes connect with yours and your need surges. With every breath that fills your lungs, salacious want fills your belly. You have to tug her back up to you so you can kiss her. She comes willingly, a smile playing at her lips before they meet yours in a deep kiss. Her hand delicately held beneath your jaw. Gentle as she slowly sinks her teeth into your bottom lip. 

“Please,” you beg once you’ve had your fill. Her mouth is addictive. It’s hard not to kiss her. 

“Want me to touch you, baby?” 

You nod ardently, chest rising and falling quickly with shallow breaths. 

“Yeah?” Ellie confirms, mirroring you. 

It’s so fucking inexplicably hot you might explode. Need expressed through kisses pressed tenderly to her jaw and neck. The skin there is sensitive and soft. Ellie sighs blissfully, tilting her head as your hand draws up her back to cradle her neck. 

Urgency outweighs efficiency as she shoves her hand down the front of your shorts. Without blinking, her fingers are inside of you and you toss your head back with a moan, hips rolling forward. Her index and middle fingers sink slowly into your wet, gummy walls. Pulling her in, like a sailor to a siren song. 

“Thereee you go,” Ellie coos, looking down your body at her hand under the cotton fabric of your shorts. Her knuckles press up to make a temporary impression in the material as she slides her fingers out and then in at a rhythmic pace. Her gaze returns to your face as you sigh. “That feel good, baby?” 

Your mouth drops open on a particularly deep stroke and your hand instinctively flies down to grip her arm. Feeling the tendons and muscles flex beneath your grasp as her fingers thrust inside of you. 

Eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure—the buildup to this making the moment that much sweeter—you moan, spurred by the hungry look in her eyes. She nods a little, like she’s encouraging you. Deliberately coaxing sounds from you with every flex of her wrist and curl of her fingers inside your heat. Chests pressed together as you arch into her, your bare tits squished against hers over her t-shirt. 

“You’re mine,” she whispers as her fingers curl deeper inside. With her thumb on your clit, you moan again and you swear your eyes roll up into the back of your head at her proclamation of ownership over you. 

“Yours.” It’s this agreement that inspires her to tug her hand free. To suck your wetness from her fingers. She licks her lips immediately like she’s savouring the lingering taste on her mouth.

Sitting up and leaning back on her heels, she briskly unbuckles her belt. The clinking metal causes heat to sink into your stomach like a stone. Raw need for her prickles beneath your skin, nerves exploding like fireworks in the night sky.  

Your own hands fly to her waist–equally as impatient as she is–to help her tug her belt from the loops before tossing it away, not caring in the slightest where it ends up. With it goes her pants and her boxers. Your chest floods with warmth at the sight of the chequered pair she wears. Her commitment to flannel makes you smile, but right now your only goal is to get her naked. Working together to do so, your hands brushing as you tug her jeans down her legs. The process probably takes longer than it would have if she’d just done it alone, but you’re both giggling softly as you struggle to pull her jeans off her foot. And when her legs are finally freed, it’s a race to invade each other’s space again. 

Her freckled cheeks are flushed pink as she pushes you back down onto the bed with a hand on your chest, straddling you sideways. Your warm, naked bodies finally coming together. Socked feet planted on the bed, your legs spread wide to accommodate her with her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of your leg. 

The moment she settles over you, your cunt’s kissing, you gasp sharply and Ellie huffs. Your wetness combines, smearing across each other’s lips as she starts to roll her hips over yours, and her head falls back on her neck as you moan in tandem. “Shit.”

Her hands find your knee and the apex of your thigh to steady herself as she begins to ground her hips down against yours more urgently. You match her rhythm, rolling your hips in sync with hers, your clit’s bumping, causing a striking zip of pleasure to sear your skin. 

“Ellie!” you whine, heat twisting in your stomach. The both of you angling your hips just so, seeking that sweet friction over your clits again. The constant sound of the crickets outside the window is drowned by the soft noises you make. Their song is a distant thought as you fill the room with shocked moans when your clits rub together again on one rough thrust. 

“That’s it…That’s my good girl,” she pants. The praise is just as good as the friction between your bodies.  

When you lean up to press your lips to hers with urgency, she meets you halfway. Whining into her mouth hotly as she rolls her hips at a different angle. The kiss is searing, your tongues curling around each other before you fall back into the mattress. 

“Look at you, God. Feels so g-good…Fuck,” Ellie rambles. 

“Mmf…” you whine, finding it excessively challenging to be coherent when her pussy is rubbing against yours. “Y-you’re so pretty, Ellie.” 

Her name feels sweet on your tongue. 

She really does look gorgeous on top of you. Never got the chance to remove her top, too focused on getting what you both needed to do away with the garment. Her pretty face is contorted with pleasure, her soft lips parted as she pants. The practiced and controlled way her hips roll, the obscene sounds that the friction between your wet cunt’s ellicits. 

“Th-thought…th-oh, god-” you begin, cutting yourself off with a high moan as she picks up the pace a little, stars bursting behind your eyelids when you squeeze them shut. 

Ellie’s hand on your cheek, thumbing over the soft skin amorously, coaxes your eyes back open. “What, baby?” 

You chuckle a little deliriously at your train of thought diverging off the tracks so easily. Ellie smiles, her thumb affectionately sliding over your bottom lip now. It’s distracting, like she’s pulling a lever on the proverbial tracks in your mind, forcing your attention in a different direction. You try your best to stutter out the words anyway. “Thought about this s-so many t-times.” 

Every sensation is so blissful you don’t think twice about the way you struggle to speak. Pussy drunk and stupid. 

“Yeah?” Ellie slides her thumb into your mouth and your tongue automatically licks over the digit. Humming in agreement around her thumb, your eyes drift shut as she deliberately draws it around your tongue. You suck softly before she pulls it from your mouth to drag her hand down your chest. Painting your skin with spit. Drawing her lip between her teeth as she palms your tits, continuing to roll her hips.

“Right there!” you cry. 

“Fuck,” Ellie groans. 

She diligently flexes her hips at that same angle, maintaining that pressure as your breaths become increasingly more shallow. Intense gaze trained on your face, taking cues from the way it contorts to bring you pleasure. 

“Cum for me.” Ellie’s voice is soft when she speaks, begging. 

Your climax creeps up on you, starting slow and lasting long. It’s drawn out, your cunt spasming around nothing as your belly tightens and fills with heat. Wanton moans spilling from your lips, high and pitchy as you watch Ellie ground her hips fervently against yours. Then she’s moaning your name and tossing her head back.

All you feel is warmth between your bodies as your chests heave. Collapsing onto the bed beside you, Ellie draws in deep breaths. Your muscles relax as she pulls you to her chest, your face pressed into her dewy neck. 

“I love you.” The admission is as impulsive as your first kiss, slipping out with little thought as you catch your breath. 

There’s hardly a moment for your face to flush with embarrassment before she presses a kiss to your forehead, says, “I love you.”

You pull back to look at her then, and the moment your eyes catch hers you both end up giggling deliriously. Still living off the highs from your climaxes and the thrill of this first night together. Feeling as light and sweet as the summer air. 

Warm hands cup your cheeks before she kisses you again, this one slow and soft. Loving. Pouring out all of your feelings for each other into this one kiss. Sneaking in another two or three after she pulls away, making her laugh against your lips. As your eyes drift shut in satisfaction, your foreheads press together. 

Ellie entangles her legs with yours, kissing your neck, your shoulder. Caressing your cheek softly with her thumb. You lean into her touch, your eyes meeting hers. Her gaze is soft as her knuckles run down your arm adoringly. You card your fingers through her hair, brushing strands away from her pretty face. Kissing her cheeks, the freckles beneath her eyes. 

In the fading evening light, Ellie wraps her strong arms protectively around you. “Stay with me.”

thank you so much for reading! please reblog and let me know what you thought!

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the Ellie writers r emerging finally 🗣️

ong you write for hbo!ellie !! can ya do somthing likebif her and reader whenre still in tlou universe ( the apocalypse ) and reader gets hurt some how ?

BULLETPROOF | ELLIE WILLIAMS

You get hurt when infected breach the walls and get inside Jackson, a misfire ends with a bullet lodged in your leg and a frantic Ellie in your hospital room.

CONTENTS : violence, gore, language, angst if you squint, fluff, Ellie being a menace, Reader and Ellie are in a relationship, misuse of alcohol, ect...

The wall shook with force, the unhinged shrieks and cries of the infected building with each rumble. Flames roared to life, melting the fungus covered flesh and you pulled at the bolt on your rifle, lining up your shot and watching as a bullet pierced the side of a clickers head but not nearly enough to kill it. You groan when it stumbles towards the wall, a shriek of violence as it joins the herd below, and as the rhythmic bangs continue, that's when you notice the crack crawling up one of the wooden logs. Your eyes are wide with terror and your head swivels to find anyone to alert and then you catch sight of a familiar sniper. With a final glance at the wall you turn to him, "Tommy!" He was quick to meet your concerned gaze, "They're breaching!" You warned but he didn't hear you over the rain, "What?" He called back and before you could answer, the weaker log snaps and they stumble in, frantic and wild, running with manic determination. "Stay on the wall!" The Miller man instructs, hurrying to alert the other shooters.

You shoot, pull back the bolt once more, ears ringing at the constant gunfire beside you, the bullets were barely making a dent in those things. Gnawing on your lip, you glance at the streets filling with the vicious infected and creating nothing but utter chaos. You'd never had a herd this bad before and you turn to the shooter on the right with a grimace, "Where the fuck is Tommy?" You snap, a waver of fear lingering in your tone, since he'd run off, it left your side of the wall outnumbered and that meant a target was strongly painted for the infected.

The man beside you went to answer but before he could even utter a word, a guttural growl of madness pierces in the air and a quick figure lunges at him, teeth shredding, blood spraying and painting your face as he went down over the wall with an infected, his gun going off as he did and lodging a bullet right into your leg. A scream of pain punctures your flesh and you fall on instinct, stumbling out the way of more infected rushing the shooters you'd been fighting them with. You push yourself to move and use your good leg to create space between you and the infected, you bump the Molotov crate and as more than one charge towards you, you light it and throw, a warm orange engulfing them as you watch them fight against the flames until they no longer can.

You were still out in the open, which meant that you're still not safe, which meant that you're a target and so it couldn't end just yet. You stand and begin to limp from the wall, your gun held tight as you make your way out. You spot Maria on the roof and signal to the wall with a look of distress, it was enough for her to understand it, turning her attention to the breach in the wall which is enough time for you to enter the fire escape and bolt it shut, collapsing against the stairs with a cry of pain, it wasn't over yet but the blood pooling from the hole in your leg had your eyelids drooping and then lights out, infected pounding at the door dangerously.

When you wake up, someone is snoring really loudly in your ear.

Eyes peering open, you glance to your side and grin at the familiar face. Ellie was lying in a chair, head tilted in an uncomfortable angle, mouth open and legs crossed beneath herself. You go to sit up but something stings and you glance down at your leg, grimacing at the big bandage tied tightly around you. You turn over to face Ellie's sleeping form, arm stretching to shake her with caution, "Ellie..." You whisper, in hopes of letting other people sleep, she snores in response, mumbling under her breath through sleep, "Ellie, wake up..." You tried, a little louder this time around and she opens her eyes in tired blinks until finally she notices you.

"Holy shit! You're alive!" She exclaims with a grin, quick out her seat and wrapping her arms around you tightly, enough to knock the wind from you and leave you with breathy laughter as you hug her back. "If getting shot in the leg is what killed me, then I deserve to die." Ellie was quick to scoff, punching your arm playfully which made you hold it in a mock hurt, "I'm the injured party here, if anything I should be being treated delicately." Ellie was already rolling her eyes, "There's nothing delicate about you." You gasp and let out a quiet laugh, "Ouch!" Both of you fell silent and then you felt Ellie take your hand, her thumb caressing your palm softly, "I'm glad you're okay, and I'm not just saying that, I thought you were dead in that fire escape." You squeeze her hand, "Wow, my very own knight in shining armour. How may I repay you?" A small smirk crawls over Ellie's features, mischief shining in her eyes which was enough of a hint for you.

You lean forward, tucking a stray hair behind her ear as you keep your gaze on her own. You let your hand trail, resting behind her head and then you close the gap, her soft lips meeting your own chapped ones. She breathes with you and her hand curls around your waist softly, a challenge to push closer to you and you let her, feeling the bed dip as she chases your lips and as her leg turns towards you, a sharp pain leaves you breaking away in a hurry, hissing at the ache from your leg.

"Are you okay?" She asks, her loving gaze now one full of concern and you nod with a grimace. "I'm fine, just hurts is all." You say, gesturing to your leg with a sigh. Ellie rubs her hand along your arm as a form of comfort, "Can I do anything, I could get the nurse, see if she can pump you full of more painkillers or some shit!" You dismissed her with a wave of your hand, "I'll be alright, although, I think you're gonna have to stop sitting on my leg right now." A look of confusion draws across her brow and then she's looking down with wide eyes and clambering off the bed with mumbled curses and apologies. "You're an asshole!" She fires at you and you laugh, "I'm an asshole? You're the one who almost ripped my stitches, dumbass!" You meet her unimpressed gaze but it doesn't last long, her features stretching into a smile that you return.

Ellie pressed a kiss to your head and then rested her own against yours for a moment, quiet, "I love you." She says, and you nod against her, "You're okay too, I guess." She's quick to pull away with parted lips, "Dude!" You scoff at the reaction and then laugh, "I'm kidding!" You reply and give the Williams girl a quick kiss.

"I love you too, Ellie."

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First Time Softness

paring ✦ Ellie Williams x fem!reader

word count ✦ 1161 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

The Last Of Us Masterlist

You wake to a faint rustle beside you. The campfire’s embers glow orange in the pre-dawn gloom. Ellie’s beside you, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on her boots. Her usual cocky grin is gone, replaced by a quiet tension.

“Hey,” you whisper, scooting closer on the wool blanket. Your hand brushes her arm. “You okay?”

She startles, then manages a half-smile. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

You tilt your head. “We don’t have to rush anything.”

She bites her lip, looking away. “I know. It’s just… I’ve never,” Her voice catches. She clears her throat, scuffs dirt with her toe. “First time, you know?”

Your heart squeezes. Ellie Williams, tough survivor, admitting she’s nervous. You swallow. “Then let me help you.”

She blinks, uncertain. “You’ll… you’ll do it gentle?”

“Only as gentle as you want.” You slip one hand to her knee. “No surprises.”

Ellie exhales, nods once. “Okay.”

You sit facing her, legs crossed. The chill air bites at your skin; Ellie’s bundled in layers. You reach out, sliding your fingers under the collar of her jacket. She tenses.

“It’s cold,” you murmur. “Let me warm you up.”

Slowly, you peel off her jacket, folding it carefully behind you. Your palms trail along her arms,soft, reassuring strokes. She closes her eyes, breath trembling.

“Good,” you whisper. You tilt her chin until her eyes meet yours. “You’re safe.”

Ellie nods, lips parting. “Safe.”

You unbutton her flannel next, one button at a time, watching her skin appear beneath. Goosebumps rise on her arms. Her breath hitches each time.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her collarbone.

Her cheeks flush. She meets your gaze. “You really mean that?”

“I do.” You brush a strand of hair from her face. “I want to take care of you.”

Her eyes flutter closed. You lean in, kissing the hollow between her collarbones, then lower to her sternum. She shivers. You pause, looking up.

“Is this okay?”

She nods, chest rising and falling. “Mhm.”

Encouraged, you press soft, warm kisses over her skin, trailing down until you reach the waistband of her jeans. Ellie’s breathing grows faster. You slip your fingers beneath the fabric, sliding it down over her hips. She lifts her bottom so you can peel her jeans free.

“Slow,” she whispers.

You pause, caressing her thigh. “As slow as you need.”

She wiggles out of her jeans, then your hand grazes her hip again and she shivers. Her shirt is next. You pop the last button, peel it off over her head. She’s in her tank top and bra, pale skin highlighted by the firelight.

“I’ve never,” she breathes.

“Shh.” You cup her face, kissing her forehead gently. “Let me show you it can be safe.”

You stand and gather your jacket, draping it around her shoulders. She hugs it around her small frame, looking up in question.

“It’ll keep you warm,” you say softly.

Ellie’s gratitude is obvious in her eyes. You sit back down, pulling her between your legs so her back rests against your chest. Your arms circle her waist, steadying her.

“Better?” you ask.

She shivers, then nods. “Much.”

You kiss her shoulder, hand sliding up under the jacket to her bare skin. Your fingertips trace circles around her ribs. She gasps quietly.

You peer around to see her face. She’s watching every movement, heart on her sleeve. You smile. “Let me know if you need me to slow down.”

Her hand finds yours. She squeezes. “Don’t stop.”

Your heart pounds. You lean forward, kissing the curve of her neck. “You okay with this?”

Ellie presses into you. “Yeah.”

So you unhook her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. Her breasts are small and firm against the cool night air. You kiss around them, gentle nips at the apex of her cleavage. She gasps, curling her fingers into your jacket.

“God, that feels,” she swallows, breath shaky. “Feels good.”

You grin against her skin. “I’m glad.”

Your hands move lower, fingertips brushing her stomach, then tracing the line of her hipbones. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her navel. Ellie arches into you, eyes fluttering closed.

“Here?” you ask, hand hovering above the waistband of her panties.

Ellie tilts her hips forward. “Please.”

You slide the panties down her legs, pooling them at her ankles. She steps out, legs trembling. You grip her thighs, steadying her, then guide her to lie back into the blanket. She’s breathless, vulnerable, and so achingly beautiful.

You lean forward, kissing her inner thigh, tracing a path toward her center. Ellie’s chest rises quickly, eyelids half-lowered. You brush your lips against her outer folds,light, exploratory kisses. She parts her legs, hips lifting.

“Don’t be shy,” you murmur.

Ellie meets your eyes. “I’m not.”

You smile and brush her folds again, fingertips soaking with her arousal. With one gentle stroke, her breath hitches. You curl a finger inside her, slow and tender. She gasps, cheeks flushed.

“I’m here,” you whisper. “Just relax.”

Her voice trembles. “Okay.”

You press a kiss to her navel, then drift back down, placing soft, wet kisses along her cleft. Ellie’s breathing turns erratic. You pause, looking up for permission. She nods.

You capture her swelling clit between your lips and suck gently. Her hand flies to your hair, moaning. You hum around her, flicking your tongue in delicate strokes.

“God, that’s… fuck,” she pants, hips arching.

You smile against her skin, increasing the pressure slightly, still careful. Ellie’s legs tense, gripping the blanket. She moans louder, voice shaky.

“Ellie,” you murmur. “Use your words. Tell me what you like.”

She bites her lip, hands clenched. “More… more pressure.”

You oblige, pressing your tongue and finger together in a steady, stimulating rhythm. She trembles, small whimpers escaping.

“You okay?” you ask softly.

She nods, voice husky. “Yeah. Just… intense.”

You laugh quietly. “Good.”

Ellie’s hands grip your shoulders as she rides the pleasure you’re giving her. Her moans grow louder, ragged.

“I’m gonna… I’m close.”

You slow your movements, circling her clit gently, coaxing her over the edge.

“Come for me,” you whisper. “Let go.”

Her breath catches. She cries out your name, body shaking, muscles contracting around your finger. You hold her through the waves, her moans echoing in the still forest night.

When she comes down, tears glisten in her eyes. You brush them away with a tender fingertip.

“Ellie,” you murmur, pulling her into a cuddle. “You did amazing.”

Her breathing steadies as she nuzzles into your chest. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That was… the best.”

You brush hair from her face. “Anything for you.”

Ellie presses a light kiss to your collarbone. “Can we go slower next time?”

You laugh. “Anything you want.”

She smiles, the tension finally melting from her features. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Under the dying embers of the campfire, you both drift to sleep in each other’s arms,soft, warm, and safe. No words needed now; the trust you’ve built says it all.

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this is so cute what

Mother’s Day. EW.

Synopsis: Ellie helps celebrate your first Mother’s Day at the farm house together. Basically you’re Dina, but not Dina.

Pairing: Established!relationship Ellie x Fem reader. WLW. Domestic AU.

Content: fluff. Pure fluff.

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day! Thank you for all the love I’ve received on the story I posted last night. Tumblr community is so supportive and I love you guys. I wanted to publish a little quick blurb today in honour of the holiday. We also get episode 5 tonight so *rubs hands together* we get to see more of that. If you’re a mom, older sister, or mother figure, have the best day today. <3

Ellie’s boots weighed heavy along the wood floor of the farm house, her ears picking up the soft sound of your laugh. She smiled to herself, putting down her backpack.

She went out hunting early this morning. When she left, you were asleep with JJ wrapped up in the sheet beside you. You’d woken up to a note on the pillow from her.

“Gone hunting. Be back soon. Love you. Happy Mother’s Day <3”

The hand writing made you smile, pressing a kiss to the 4 month old boys head as he woke up too.

You learned about Mother’s Day back in Jackson, you never knew there were designated days that were celebrated for such roles. That’s the sad thing about living in an apocalypse, importance of appreciation is forgotten.

Prior to your own mothers passing, you’d always make her something special. There wasn’t much around, but you’d trade your own items in return for something like semi worn boots, or a patched up winter coat.

And of course, it was always appreciated, not matter how small it seemed.

Ellie on the other hand, never had the experience of a mother-daughter relationship. She had Joel, and that was enough. Things changed when JJ was born-and she wasn’t sure if she’d fit the role of being a mom. It came so naturally to you, like it wasn’t something to think or second guess about. You just did the damn thing.

Her brown hair covered head peeked around the corner, gazing into the playroom. She saw you on the floor, jj sprawled out on his floor mat.

Your hands delicately squeezed his feet, holding them to your mouth as you peppered soft kisses along the soles, the newborns slight giggles bringing a smile to both of your faces. “I love you, little one” you’d coo, absolutely enamoured with the life you created, laying down below you.

Your pregnancy wasn’t fun, like not at all. If you had not had Ellie, you’d probably be in a very dark place. Upon moving to the farm house when you were 6 months pregnant, Ellie had hoped the extra space away from people would soothe your mind, instead, you found yourself crying in her arms almost every night. You didn’t plan on having a baby. Unfortunately you got pregnant without planning it days before breaking things off with your ex boyfriend at the time.

He wasn’t very supportive, which is part of the reason Ellie took you away from the town. To take care of you, but the constant fear of bringing an innocent life into such a cruel and evil world made you guilty, almost as if you were dooming your son from the start.

“He loves you too, im sure of it” Ellie’s quiet voice would interrupt the moment between JJ and you, causing your head to turn, smile crossing your expression.

“You think?”

Ellie walked closer, gently kneeling as she sat beside you. Her chin rested on your shoulder as the two of you looked down at the baby. “Look at how he looks at you…”

With a soft chuckle, you’d crinkle your eyes, head tilting back against her own. “Yeah, that’s cause he wants milk.”

She fondly smiled and pressed a kiss against your ear.

“I didn’t hear you come in, when did you get back?”

“Few minutes ago….” She shrugged, watching you. “I left you a note”

“I saw, I saw” you giggled, hand coming up to brush her hair away. “Happy Mother’s Day to you too, by the way.”

Ellie’s little nose crinkled, “it sounds to weird…to be called a mum. Don’t feel like one sometimes.”

You softened, tilting your head. “You helped with jj, you’re literally raising him with me. In my eyes, that makes you a pretty good mom. I couldn’t do this alone, els.”

And it’s true.

4 months prior, you had been pacing the hallway of the farm house, glaring at Ellie as you waddled past her.

“Why’re you glaring at me, honey?” She’d ask, not admitting it, but a little terrified of you.

“Because I’m in pain and you’re just standing there!!” You didn’t mean to be bitchy, you were overstimulated.

Ellie pushed herself off the counter she leaned on, her hands going to your waist, rubbing over the swell of your stomach. She knew it’s been hell, and she’s tried so hard to keep you comfortable.

“What can I do…?” She mumbled, eyebrows scrunched.

Your palms covered your face, you were crying for the upteenth time today. It’s been an emotional one. “I dunno.”

Ellie sways with you, mind lost in thought. “Your water hasn’t broken yet-”

“But I’m having contractions, they are like, in my back.” You whine, guiding her palms to rub your lower spine.

With a nod, she speaks. “Yeah, that’s normal I think. I’m sorry it hurts, sweetheart” her whispers tickled your neck. “Let me take you upstairs, please? I’ll get you comfy in the bathroom. I’m not gonna leave your side tonight. Pinky promise.”

With a huff, your stubborn ass let her assist you upstairs. You were placed into the small bath, the warm water soothing the sharp pangs of the contractions that were on and off.

Ellie dimmed the harsh light and sat beside you outside the tub. “I’m here…” her hands held a plastic cup, filling it with water and rinsing it down your back to keep you distracted.

She sat with you all night, until 3:43am when jj made his (loud) entrance into the world. She’d seen a lot of things in her life, but watching you place the newborn baby against your chest with a swell of pride in your eyes, was by far one of, if not the best, things she’s ever seen.

“You did it, oh god baby, im so proud of you” Ellie’s panicked little giggle echoed in the bathroom, leaning forward to kiss your head, then the baby.

Ellie’s true test of companionship with you was the weeks following, when you’d fallen into the mental rabbit hole of postpartum. You hated the way you looked, hated being around the baby for too long, not because you didn’t love him, but you really thought he hated you or something. The brain can really mess you up.

“My love, jj doesn’t hate you. He’s a baby…he’s fussy ‘s all” Ellie would try to soothe you and the infants crying, bouncing across the nursery gently as she held him tightly.

“He won’t latch!”

“He’s probably got a tummy ache or something?” She tried, looking down. Her heart aches for both of you. “I’m sure he will be alright, babies are unpredictable, sometimes they cry for no reason. You didn’t do anything, baby”

She didn’t know it, but Ellie was really the glue of the group. Keeping you stable, keeping the baby safe and cared for whenever you needed time.

How could she think of herself as anything less than a good parent?

You kissed her nose, then her lips.

You three sat in the playroom, still on the floor. “You’re as much as his mom as I am…I mean that ellie…”

Her eyes softened shyly, fingers moving down to touch the baby. His grip was strong, little tiny fingers wrapping around Ellie’s thumb tightly. “Thanks”

Your hands cupped her face as you kissed her once more. “Don’t thank me…” a peck. And another. And another.

Ellie giggled and tucked her head back to look at you.

“I got you something.”

You tilted your head curiously. “Oh?”

“Mhm…stay here” her smirk widened as she stood up, leaving for a moment. You looked down at the baby as you guided his tiny body up, cradling the boy against your chest.

Few minutes pass before Ellie comes back in, holding something behind her back. “Ok…so…I don’t know how you’ll feel about this?”

A slight smile creeps up, you’re only more curious with the lack of context. “Okay….?”

Ellie sat in front of you again, she pulled out the item from behind her.

“Ellie…”

It was a little silver ring, it was a bit worn, as Ellie found it in an abandoned store. It was rare to find anything in tact, but to find something like this? She had to take it.

“I just, uh…so, I don’t know if it’ll fit. Kinda just, took it.” Her nervous giggle made your ears flush. “Let me try it on then”

You held your hand out, watching her slide it onto your ring finger. It’s a little big. “Fuck” Ellie frowned. “I’m sure I can fix it for you”

“Thank you baby, I love it. Seriously.” Your voice was fond, soft and thoughtful.

“I love you a lot”

You watched her speak. “I love you more”

“Nuhuh”

“Yeah huh”

Jj coos, interrupting both of you, causing Ellie to laugh. “Oh, someone wants attention. Lemme see him”

You carefully handed over the baby, watching your girlfriend cuddle your son to her chest. Something in you fluttered

“Careful, he has that little soft spot” you gesture to his scalp. Ellie cringed, glancing at it. She loved JJ, but some thing icked her out. She placed her palm on his head, shielding it.

You stood up and went over to your desk. “Well…I got you something too, it doesn’t compare to a ring but-”

“You got me something?” Ellie spoke, almost surprised.

“Yeah?” Your voice soothed, coming over with a canvas. “Of course I did….” You handed over the artwork, Ellie coos, almost wanting to cry.

It was a painting of your hand print, with jj’s handprints inside your own. Oh how sweet…

“You’re such a sap” she muttered, trying to act nonchalant.

“You’re tearing up!” Your voice teased as Ellie giggles, shaking her head. “Because I love you! I love potato, I love you both so much….” Her fingers wipe her cheek before looking down again at the picture. She placed it down. “Cmere”

You leaned in and kissed her softly, a little more than a peck. When you pulled away you nuzzled against her face, humming. “I love you too…we both do. Let me make us lunch, and we can eat outside on the grass together. Little picnic.” You offered, knowing you’d have more time to love on her after the baby went to bed.

“That sounds lovely.” Ellie’s eyes crinkled, smiling up at you as your body stood. She admired the way your body looked in overalls, she loved every change you possessed after having the baby.

The three of you spent the afternoon on a towel outside, watching the sky as you ate. “He’s gettin fussy huh?” Ellie frowned, tickling the baby’s stomach gently.

“He needs his nap”

Ellie’s eyebrows quirked, making you roll your eyes. “Pervert”

“Oh so I’m a pervert for loving my wife?”

“Since when did we marry?”

Ellie smiles gently, shrugging. “You don’t wanna marry?” Her tone is teasing

“Never…said that” your tone was similar, smiling, making Ellie lean forward and jokingly kiss your neck all messily.

“Hey!! Hey! Stop, im gonna drop our damn kid”

The two of you watched each other like lovesick puppies, she took the baby from you very carefully.

You both walked inside the screen door, entering the cooler aired house. Ellie gently laid the half asleep boy into the cot. “Nap time, bubba”

Your back leaned against the wall, watching from afar. Ellie came over to you and smiled, wrapping her arms around your waist in what seemed like an innocent hug. “Mmmm”

She sighs against your shoulder before leaning down and picking you up, over her shoulder. You tried to not laugh, as the newborn was sleeping a few feet away. “Ellie!” Your voice raised a stern whisper.

She found it hilarious. “Cmon mama”

You snorted as she led you upstairs, allowing you on your back, against the bed. You widely smirked, reaching up to hold her shoulders. “You’re so annoying, Yknow that? Right?”

“Am i?” Ellie’s voice gave away sarcasm. “I’m soooo the worst.” Her hands tickled as her lips kissed your neck.

You clung to her, feeing the calm bliss and comfort of the moment sink in. You were pretty lucky.

Your eyes darted to the wall, seeing that Ellie had hung up the painting you and jj made. Oh god I do wanna marry her. You almost wish that ring she gave you was an engagement.

As long as you had them, you’d be alright. You and your little family.

<3

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we need more hbo ellie writers 🙁 me and like 2 authors keeping this fort together fr

(also this ate!!)

Afterthought. EW.

synopsis: Ellie and you go on your regular scheduled patrol, but when danger is found, it leaves you both in shambles - realising you could lose each other at any time.

Pairing: Bestfriend!ellie x Fem reader. WLW

Contents: fluff, friends2lovers? Smut. Emotional constipation. Swearing, and whatever else lmk if I forgor 💀

A/N: hey! This is actually my first ever time writing on tumblr, I’m usually a silent reader of the tags, so this is a bit nerve wracking for me lol. There’s not a lot of Bella Ramsey Ellie fics on here- so I hope you like it. I am writing on my phone as I’m currently on the train ride home- ignore any typos, that’s on my tired ass. If you enjoy, please reblog and thank you for reading 🥨

Men and minors DNI

“You don’t need to collect every flower you see, you know that? Right?”

Ellie’s voice teased, guiding shimmer as she rode the brown horse around you, eyes gazing down as she tried to bite a smile back.

“Let me be” your voice hummed, picking up dandelions from the ground. You kept a book back at home in Jackson with stamped flowers you find on patrol. It always provided some form of comfort? That although there’s so much evil in this current situation of the world, beauty still grows.

Ellie didn’t get it. She didn’t get a lot of things, but that’s why you love her.

“Cmonnn get back on the damn horse, patrol will last forever the longer you drag it out” Her voice rang, pulling the lead of the horse to a halt. She always spoke in what others would call a sarcastic tone, but it was what you knew her to always sound like. It’s just Ellie, she’s not intimidating to you. Quite the contrary.

You both met 3 years ago now, when you had joined Jackson with just your mom in search of a safe haven. Being close in age, you found yourself hanging with Dina first, who eventually introduced you to her own group of friends; Jesse & Ellie.

You all would hang out every night basically, spending time at each others houses, or at the tipsy bison, or even sometimes hiding behind jesses house while he attempted to roll joints that never quite came out the way you guys wanted.

“You should be kicked out of the town for that” dina would say, gesturing to the pathetic roll that laid in front of her.

Somewhere along the way, Jesse and Dina found themselves getting closer. Them starting to date wasn’t a shock to Ellie and you. It was obvious how much they liked each other. Previous group activities turned into paired plans of just you and her, it provided you to grow quite close.

She was always gruff and protective of her own self. The walls she built were tall and made of thick brick. Although not thick enough apparently, as your soft exterior was able to chisel in, seeing a side of Ellie most of the town doesn’t take time to know.

If anyone were to ask, you’d say Ellie is your best friend, your patrol buddy, Curtis to your viper. The list goes on.

Ellie on the other hand, …..feels like a perverted creep, as there’s a side you could have never guessed possessed the girls mind….and journal.

“She’s too sweet…I don’t even think she’s into girls and I’m being so weird!!!!! I probably scare her omg, don’t realise I look at her too long until she says sumthing…She didn’t want to hang out tonight. I think her being “sick” was an excuse”

Her hand would cramp as she pressed the pencil harder to the paper, writing at her desk in the comfort of Joel’s garage.

“We were at the bar just yesterday. I walked behind her to get to my seat. Her hair smelled like vanilla. How does she do that?? Jesse and her talked about some stupid show idk the name. He looked at her like he wanted her. He has dina. I’m in no position to be jealous but LITERALLY fuck off j-“

Ellie’s eyes widened, the tip of her pencil snapping with the force of which she wrote. It’s time for bed anyways.

She never planned on telling you, in fact, she got used to the idea of dying a single lady, if it meant you also died one. Think among the lines of “if I can’t have you, no one will”. Yeah. That’s what she’s got going on.

So she bit her tongue anytime she saw you dress up cute for events, trying to be nonchalant whenever you’d bake her and Joel banana bread, or when she’d get home after a night at the bar, trying to smack out the imaginary of what you’d look like on her bed from within her brain. What the fuck is wrong with you? And why’re you so ….you? She almost wish you weren’t in Jackson so she wouldn’t have to worry about having a crush that felt so juvenile it made her itch to the core.

Lips. Are. Sealed.

The two of you rode shimmer down the designated path, the grass worn down from how many people have came down this exact way within the past few weeks.

“I think we should check out the abandoned house over there” your hand would gesture across before resuming to holding Ellie’s waist.

“I mean…we really don’t need to, you insist on all these side quests and-”

“Ellie I know damn well you got nothing better to do once we get back except for sleep. I wanna go check. Maybe there’s something cool in there?” You interrupt.

With a scoff, she parks the horse across the way, hopping off and absent mindlessly reaching up to help you slide off, her fingers gently holding your hand and hip. “There we go..”

You smile gently, adjusting your coat and clearing your voice. “Well. Let’s go”, your boots guide you to the old, broken down wooded house, the appearance of it so ghastly that it’s leaving Ellie wondering if it’ll collapse on you both.

“What do you think is in there?” She began, a little hint of snark in her tone as she protectively followed right behind you, hands wanting to keep you next to her, but she digressed to them on her holster.

“I dunno” you shrug, eyes looking back at the girl. “Some porn?”

“You’re a fucking idiot. I think Eugene’s old stash is plenty, that fucker had like 40 tapes in that cabinet and-”

“Wait shut the fuck up” you wave your hand at her, listening to some distant sound upstairs. You smirk.

“This is a bad idea” she whispers, “maybe we should just head back? Don’t go upstairs”

“Oh I’m going upstairs”

Your Ellie’s biggest migraine with legs. Of course- she follows you. The stairs creak, making her eyes scrunch with cringe, thinking about the possibility of a clicker being upstairs, hearing every footstep you both made. She tapped her flash light, illuminating the area as they reached the top.

You pulled out your pistol, holding it cautiously. Despite your soft exterior, you lived for this shit. Ellie would think you were the immune one with the fearlessness you displayed on patrols.

You scanned all the rooms, finding to be disappointed. “Ellie?”

She left the bathroom, the cabinet was raided, there’s nothing even here worth the trip. “This place is empty”

You huff, looking around. “But i heard something, I swear. It sounded like footsteps”

Once Ellie walked into, what you both assumed used to be a bedroom, she met back up with you. “Maybe it was wind? The windows broken, and the wood is old”

With a sigh, you examine the space, lowering the gun. Your eyes dart to the beside table, opening it. There’s some old photographs inside. “Els, cmere”

She knelt on the creaky floor, her flashlight shining on the Polaroids you pulled out. Ellie couldn’t help but smile at them, as such few photos showcased a story to the house they sat in.

“A family lived here” you whispered, seeing a man and woman, smiling as they bundled together for the picture. A few shuffles and you come across another of a newborn baby laying on the same fabric of the bed your back presses against. “Aw…”

Ellie’s lips curled, “I wonder what happened to them” she whispered

“Me too….” You flipped the back to see the date. 2012. These people could be in Jackson? Or somewhere far away…or maybe you’ve already encountered their infected forms on prior patrols. It always is a sickening reminder that the brainless threats you kill daily used to be people with stories. Someone’s baby.

Ellie noticed the tone change, her hand brushing out to comfort you. “I’m sure they are ok, don’t dwell on it.” Her tatted arm rubbed your back, making you shiver a bit.

“Maybe.”

She took the photos and put them back in the drawer, shutting it. “Let’s just go, Tommy is gonna be mad we took another detour.” As she stood, she exhaled, “damn, my knees”

Your eyes glanced as she walked out, snickering quietly at how much of an old man this 19 year old was. “I told you to stop sitting on your legs, it is a bad habit”

With a roll of eyes, ellie waves you off, the two of you making the way back down the stairs you came up earlier. “Sorry you didn’t get your porn. If it helps I’m sure Jesse has something he’d be willing to give up”

You smile knowingly, “you always act like I hang out with him. He’s with Dina, dumbass”

“You two aren’t close? You seem it” she mumbled, almost annoyingly. Her pistol sliding back into the leg holster.

You watched her back, thinking. “You think I like him or something?”

“Did I say that?” Her hands held up in defence.

“I feel like your kinda hinting at that, els. I wouldn’t do that to Dina. Besides, Jesse is farrrrr from…my type”

She raised a brow, mumbling “your type?” Her body turned to face you, but there you were already wandering into another part of the room. Your like a dog that needs to be guided where to go on it’s walk. “Can you just come back here, damnit”

“Look!” you held up the yarn, smiling. You had a little hobby of knitting blankets…hats…scarfs. You’d even make stuff for the damn horses at the stables. Finding yarn was equivalent to ellie finding weed. Very exciting.

Ellie sighed, “ok great, that’s great, good. Now let’s-”

“There’s some more over here” your feet led you behind the wall, into the shared room. You opened up the storage closet, coming face to face with something you’ve never seen before. Before you could pull your gun back out, the infected pushes you across the room to the floor, jumping on you. Your arms tried to push and shield, “ELLIE!!!”

The girl jumped at the noise, running around the corner to see what she thought was a clicker on top of you. “What the fuck!!!!??” She panted, quickly fumbling to grab anything, her knife is what she reached first.

Your screams intensified as the creature leaned down, your faces were close, you couldn’t identify the thing, you were too fucking focused on NOT getting bit.

Within seconds, Ellie’s knife is brought around to the throat, slicing it and tossing the lifeless body to the side, the room quiet except for your pants, your brush with possible death leaving you in a state of shock.

You’ve patrolled a lot, and never been this close.

Almost too nervous to ask, ellie kneeled and spoke, shakily, “fuck….you bit? You ok??” Her heartbeat was in her ears. This is why she wanted to leave, not even be here in the first place.

“Y-yea-yeah. I- sorry, I j-”

“Shh I got you” she folded the knife, frowning as her hands helped scoop you up to your feet. Legs almost buckling.

“I don’t know what that is” you whisper, looking down at the bleeding out infected now on the wood floor.

“Me neither,…I’ve never seen that.”

“It was like..h-hiding, infected d-dont hide”

She simply nods, too focused on your state of being. “Cmon…”

The two of you are led out back to the fresh air. Shimmer eating some of the grass before Ellie beckons the horse over. With the natural lighting she identifies how pale your face was, heart breaking, feeling like she didn’t protect you enough. Her eyes scan over again, reassuring herself you didn’t get bit or scratched.

Her arms helped hoist you upon the saddle of the animal, before scooping herself up in front of you. “Just hold on to me, I’m heading back”

The ride was quiet for the most part, your hands trembling as they secured yourself around Ellie’s hips.

“How we doing?” She mumbled, making it over the hill. Jackson’s walls were within eyes reach.

“I don’t feel good”

Ellie bit the inside of her cheek, focusing on the horses lead. “Yeah that was….that was scary huh?” She whispered, “I’m sorry, I’m glad you’re ok, physically”

Your head leaned against the back of your friends denim green jacket, still feeling a bit spooked. You lived a sheltered lifestyle within the town, mostly working in the stables. Patrol wasn’t weekly for you, ellie brought you along sometimes because of her own selfish reasons, to be close with you.

Now that stupid crush of hers almost got you killed. She almost lost you, the realisation hitting her as she checked inside the gates, helping you off the horse.

“Your back early, did you log the sheets?” Maria spoke, coming over.

“I- we had an incident” ellie spoke, helping adjust your belongings on your body without turning to see the woman. “We’re fine, but there’s definitely some…weird shit going on near the lake up north. Maybe send a group out tomorrow”

Maria was confused by the ominous wording, before even getting to question further, ellie was leading you away. The older woman sighed and looked at her husband, Tommy, handing him the lead of the horse so he could put shimmer in her pen and feed her.

Unlocking the door, she gently helped you inside her garage turned mini apartment a la ellie. Joel let her have her own space, it wasn’t huge, it wasn’t great, but it was Ellie’s, and it was comforting. You both have spent a lot of time in here before now, but for some reason as your boots guide you inside, it feels smaller.

The poor girl is more frightened than you are, patting out the bed, frantic about you. “Here, lay down. Do you want something to eat? Uh, fuck maybe I have some crackers and jam, let me check”

Gaining the courage to speak, you raise your hand, body laid on the bed. “Ellie, I’m fine. Just give me a second.”

She swallows a little hard, nodding. “Sorry.”

You slide the black boots off, tossing them to the floor as your knees are guided to your chest, thinking about what could’ve happened if you did get bit.

Ellie sits in her desk chair, watching you carefully. Eyes grazing along your fragile figure, selfishly so.

“Would you have shot me?”

She blinks “what?”

Taking a moment to look over at her, the garage dimly lit. “If I got bit, and turned into one of those ….things…” your voice shakes a little, “would you have shot me?”

Ellie’s a bit taken back, she takes her coat off and puts it on the hanger nearby, her hands rubbing her thighs in thought. “I…I dunno….I probably couldn’t…i-if im being honest”

“I don’t talk about it much, but it worries me, that one day I won’t be able to escape them” you admit, knees hugged gently as you rest your head against them. “If you weren’t there-….”

She walked over cautiously and sat in front of you, the cushion of the bed sinking with her weight. “But I was…yeah?”

The emotions come out, you felt dramatic. It’s easy to forgot how dangerous shit gets when you stay in your room and collect flowers. “Yea….thank you. For uh..saving me” a stupid stray tear falls down your cheek. You wipe it quickly, knowing you’ve never cried in front of Ellie before. She smiles softly, trying to reassure the pretty girl sitting in front of her.

“I’d never let you get hurt…I’ll always protect you”

You flutter your eyes shut. Something inside you stirring.

“Unfortunately you’re stuck with me” ellie added on, her finger reaching out to rub the side of her wrist, experimentally.

A quiet laugh escaped your mouth, watery eyes opening once more to meet Ellie’s gaze. “That’s not a bad thing…I mean, I quite literally can’t exist out there on my own. It’s kinda pathetic” you sniffled, looking down at Ellie’s comforter. The plaid sheets giving your eyes something to look at rather than her.

“Hey…it’s not pathetic. It’s not ..it’s not fair we have to live this way. Some people aren’t used to it, doesn’t make you weak for not being prepared”

The silky wave of her voice made something in your heart flutter, something about Ellie being gentle with you made you become absolute putty. It was rare she didn’t showcase her tough exterior. I suppose it’s safe to say the close call shot some fear into the both of you.

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

You watched her again, swallowing. “I’ll be more careful”

With a soft nod, she links her pinky with yours, her gaze down at the interlocked fingers. A soft smile appearing across her face. Truth? She’s scared shitless right now. Vulnerable is not her thing, but it feels fitting with you. Why? She’s fucked.

Sometimes it’s known that heightened emotions of fear can make people think about deeper evaluations of their life. The room was filled with thoughts, racing hearts and hormones.

Your eyes met your joint pinky finger, you brought up your hands slowly, pressing your lips to them.

Ellie watched. Carefully.

You made sure to look at her as you turned her hand, opening it as your lips pressed against the home of her palm. Ellie almost nutted.

“Ellie, I just-”

Before your whispers could become a finished sentence, ellie sprung forward and captured your bottom lip within hers, suckling gently, her calloused and roughed up hands cupping the soft contrast of your rose coloured cheeks.

Your hands immediately shot up to hold each of her wrists, pulling your head back softly with a pant. Your eyes met. There wasn’t awkwardness, and in fact, you didn’t question why your best friend kissed you. There was an unspoken understanding. An unspoken need, you could say. Ellie’s gentle pants met yours, pressing her forehead against you.

Her body heat gave off a wave of arousal within you, one you never knew even existed. Your hands gently lifted her chin, nodding as you watched her eyes….her nose…her lips.

You kissed again, and it was different than the first one. Hungry mouths clashed against one another as you both fought for control. Needing to be closer to each other…to feel you. To feel her.

She ever so gently shoved you back against her pillows. Oh how many times she’s felt dirty, imagining how you’d lay here with her hands rubbing over you, making you feel good. Her own prideful narcissism picturing how she would make you cum, assuming you’d become obsessed and drunken by her touch, and her touch alone.

The imagery compared to what’s real now, is nothing. It’s better, way better. Your hair was so fucking beautiful and sprawled against her pillow, chest rising with uneven breaths as Ellie moved, pressing her knee between your jean covered core. The way your eyelashes fluttered up at her with desire, mouth slightly ajar.

How would she ever move on from that?

Her chapped lips met your soft ones once more, hand gently rubbing along your jaw and neck as she moved to kiss below your ear. With quiet but desperate pants, your hand holding her nape. “Ellie…yes” your voice was airy and sweet, fuck, the sound alone could make Ellie willingly kneel and provide for you. She’d become a housewife and shit, if it meant she’d be able to hear the softness of the moans leaving your fucking lips every day.

She attacked your neck, a mix of kissing, licking and gentle bites. Her knee rutted into you, all you could do is allow it; hands gripping Ellie’s tshirt, as if she’d melt into you. It was hardly recognisable, the movements your body followed, chasing after Ellie’s graze, head tilting back into the pillow, eyebrows raised and eyes shut. “I need you to touch me”

She sat back, you could almost see some of the nervousness return to her gaze for a slight moment before she shook, nodding. “What do you want I’ll do anything ….” She sounds so fucking needy, you could basically feel your underwear sticking to you at this point. “Cmon baby tell me and I’ll do it”

The whispers kissed your ear, you frantically found words, spitting them out in what you thought sounded pathetic. “I- want you to-” you sat up, pausing as you unbuttoned your jeans, overwhelmed.

“Yeah?” She asked, wanting to make sure you wanted her touch. You frantically nodded, taking her hand and guiding it to your jean waistline. She exhales a shakily laugh, almost not believing the power she has right now. She sat up, fingers tugging the fabric down your hips.

The jeans were thrown off the side of the bed, mixing with Ellie’s laundry scattered across the floor. You were the one to take your underwear off, adding it to the pile.

Ellie almost had an aneurism. You were soaked, dripping down the inner part of your thigh- part of her mind wanted to take a mental image and begin drawing it into her horny journal to save it for later. Another part of her wanted to believe she’s the first to be lucky enough to taste it.

“Oh…fuck…” tough fingers ran their way from your hips …to your thighs, parting them more. She had so many things she wanted to say, to make you feel important and loved.

She would tell you later. Her lips met your pussy.

Arching your chest up on the bed, you couldn’t even bare to look down at the girl between your legs, you’re best friend. The moan you let out was of pleasure, but more importantly one of relief. “Aaah…Mmph” hips squirmed around, bucking your folds further against Ellie’s tongue.

To be fair, she’s never eaten a girl out before, but she’s too prideful to admit she learned how from those damn porn tapes Eugene hoarded. She would tell herself she’d probably do it better than a guy, after all, she had the same parts. She knows what feels good.

And yeah, she’s right to think that, with the way you desperately cling to the sheet below you, eyes stuck up on her ceiling. Tiny glow in the dark star stickers are up there, capturing your gaze.

Ellie worked you, moaning against your core, moving her head side to side to try something she saw before, hoping it felt as amazing as it looked. Your arousal tasted sweet, blessing her tongue like dessert and her nose like incense.

She even closed her eyes, focusing on making you cum, the goal to taste it right here on her bed making her dizzy. She rutted her own hips against the mattress, selfishly getting off on your reaction.

“Ellie…els…baby” your whimpers were shy, gathering strength to prop the pillow, sitting up and looking down. You clenched at the sight, she was so into it, sucking your soul out as if she’d never have the opportunity again after this night ended.

You lazily tilted your head to your shoulder, furrowed eyebrows and mouth open, you reached your hands out to ever so lightly brush the brown hair out of Ellie’s face. “That’s good, right…right there ok?”

Praise only made her tongue work harder, despite the tired muscle aching. She made the mistake of gazing up at you, capturing how fucked out you looked. “Mmmph” the vibration of Ellie’s moan against your pussy made you jolt, legs threatening to close against either side of her head. “No…keep them open” her face backed up from your core- chin glistening with your wetness.

Ellie doubled down, using her elbow to keep your thighs apart and out of her way, her focused expression directly on her two fingers, gathering slick as they enter your needy entrance.

“Ahhfuckohmygod” your hand clings to her shoulder as Ellie begins to finger you. She reached upward, knowing what felt good on her as she confidently aimed for a ridged patch amongst your warm walls.

You clenched tightly as she found it. A burning in your lower stomach as you’ve never felt before. “Shit-”

“Mmm…’s that it? Found it didn’t i?” She cockily mumbled, more so to herself. Her own pants becoming uncomfortable, she was so wet.

You bucked up, meeting her fingers thrusts each time. Ellie went deeper, you could see the beads of sweat developing on her hairline. She was determined to make you cum harder than you thought you could.

“Stop closing them baby…” she spit, frustrated as she tried to pay attention to the way your hole sucked her fingers in so needily. You’ve been needing this for a while. Poor thing.

“I’m gonna cum” you whisper, tears filling up the bottom of your vision, making her appearance blurry. You blissfully shut them, mouth agape as endless, nonsensical, words and please fled out.

If you were to look at yourself right now without the horny facade blocking your thinking, you’d probably be ashamed.

But right now? You’re loving it.

Ellie’s strong tattooed arm leans up and pressed on your lower stomach, adding pressure to the spot she reached inside. By the sound of your choked out gasp, she was unsure if she was hurting you. “Oh” she panicked and began to move away, your grasp grabbed her and kept her in place. “No, no no no keep going I’m gonna cum”

Oh. Oh.

With the reassurance, the brunette continues her ministrations, moving to kitty lick against your clit, the feeling of her all fucking over and in you was overwhelming. You cried, not out of sadness, out of desperation.

You gripped her for dear life, hands leaning a bright white mark against the skin of her forearm. “Ohhh I’m cumming”

You lifted your hips a bit, ellie pushed them down as she finished the job, feeling the warmth and movement of your body finishing. It was beautiful, she did that, and she was gonna be cocky about this until the day she died.

“Yesyesyes…yes….”

Ellie smirked against you at the needy tone of your voice, she felt you pulsate and tighten, her wrist soaked…the bed beneath you no longer sanitary to sleep on. She looked up again to see your overwhelmed and exhausted face, she panted, removing her fingers as she pressed her forehead against your thigh, holding onto you as she came.

She came from WATCHING YOU cum. Ellie Williams, everybody.

You would’ve poked fun if you didn’t find it so hot. She rode her hips out against the bed, softly whispering something you couldn’t make out.

Letting the moment sit for a while, your hand gently rubbed her arm, beckoning her to come up to you, she obliged and carefully sat over you, rubbing the skin under your white shirt. “Are you ok…?” There’s your ellie.

With a nod, “I’m ok…I’m good. Are you?” You raised a brow, fingers brushing under her eyes and over her cheek. Ellie nodded, smiling shyly. How dare she be shy right now. “Yeah…”

She cutely nuzzles her nose against yours, fluttering her eyes shut. She peppered gentle soft kisses along your face. Who knew she was a sap after sex….

There’s still some shock within the atmosphere of the poorly lit garage. The air smelling of sweat and sex. This will need to be talked about, but there’s an absent agreement to just be present tonight. Ellie stands up, shakily guiding her legs over to the bathroom as you laid, trying to understand what just happened.

After a moment, you hear the water run. She comes out with a wet cloth, sitting beside you with hesitant eyes. She gestures the cloth up lazily and mumbles, eyes going to your pussy. “Gonna wash…”

The coldness almost makes you hiss, but you welcome the soft and delicate act of her cleaning up. “Thanks…”. The cloth is tossed to the basket, before she climbs next to you, putting a clean blanket over your lower body. Her doe eyes scan over your face, your features as you mimic the action.

“I mean..you’re staying right?” Ellie’s tone is an airy…blissfully dreamy whisper.

You bite your bottom lip, fingers tracing the girls jawline. “I can’t really walk right now to be honest. I think it was your plan to keep me here.” The joke makes Ellie’s eyes crinkle with laughter, her palm rubbing the curve of your hip.

“Alright…I’ll get you some clothes…we can get comfy and sleep…” her voice is hushed against your neck.

Your fingers ran over the back of Ellie’s shirt, eyelashes fluttering your vision as the calmness of the moment overtook you. Suddenly the biggest issue was no longer almost dying earlier, it was falling in love with your best friend.

You both were hopeless, and maybe it wasn’t the worst thing to happen.

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[undeadd011]

one of the "tools at my disposal" is to show how disgusting this person is and use them as an example for what bullshit i don't want on my page. people have had their accounts taken down being reported for less so yes, there is something to report.

Hey so this persons account is filled with SHIPPING Joel and Ellie!! Almost every recent post on their page consists of it. So if you have a second REPORT.

Illegal age gap is already insane but when you add the incest aspect? Yeah I’m sick to my stomach.

If you like this shit get the fuck off my page. you are a sick human being. pedophilia isn’t cute.

[undeadd011]

thinking about top service dina .ᐟ ( +18 )

✶ it’s been a very long day. you’re exhausted, so all you want to do right now is come home to your girlfriend and rest in her arms. however, she is just unable to stop begging you to let her make you feel better. and it is also impossible for you to say no to her offer.

✶ dina places you on the bed slowly, lifting your blouse until the cold air hits your breasts. she takes a long pause to stare, mesmerized, as if it were the first time she saw them. then she spreads wet kisses all over your chest, slightly sucking your sensible nipples.

✶ she just knows how to follow your instructions so well, how to make you feel good without putting any effort. it never ceases to amaze you. the heat of her body invading yours while she descends on your torso, leaving a trajectory of hickeys and bite marks on her path.

✶ the next thing you know is that her face is buried between your thighs, her tongue deep inside you. “i’m going to take care of you,” she murmures against you, feeling her hot breath in your center as she pronounces the words. “my sweet girl.”

✶ you can tell she gets pussy drunk very easily when it comes to you, but you would never complain. after all, she’s doing a really good job of making you forget about all the stress from earlier. it’s even easier to forget when she adds a couple of fingers at your entrance.

[undeadd011]

Hey so this persons account is filled with SHIPPING Joel and Ellie!! Almost every recent post on their page consists of it. So if you have a second REPORT.

Illegal age gap is already insane but when you add the incest aspect? Yeah I’m sick to my stomach.

If you like this shit get the fuck off my page. you are a sick human being. pedophilia isn’t cute.

[undeadd011]

oh and ATEE

Joel miller blurbs

pairings: peepaw!joel x f!reader

word count: 0.8k

Joel Miller who.. once wrote you a note that said, "BE BACK SOON< SEE YOU AT DINNER. I LOVE YOU!" (for some reason he writes in scratchy, all capitol letters). when he left early for patrol and wouldn't be back till late. and ever since then you've been leaving notes for each other every time you know you wont see each other.

Joel Miller who.. carries you up to bed after movie night. your head resting on his shoulder as he scoops you up in his arms walking lightly to your shared bedroom pulling back the covers to place you down softly.

Joel Miller who.. snores... he snores so loud you've had to wake him up, close his mouth, put a pillow over his face and more. but no matter how loud he snores you always cuddle him.

Joel Miller who.. is a caregiver. im 1000000% sure that man would to anything and everything to please you both physically and mentally. he's a giver. whether its making you breakfast in the morning or going down on you in the morning before work he's there to please.

Joel Miller who.. visits your bakery every lunch break just to watch you work. he'll just stand there not saying anything and if he is he's trying his best to make you laugh to see you smile, or asking about things around the shop just so he can listen to you ramble on about something you love.

Joel Miller who.. is confused when you tell him to 'have a self care day'. he was planning on spending his weekend with you so when you prompted for him to have a 'self care day' he was reluctant. but then you offered to pamper him meaning you'd still be with him all day he was all for it.

Joel Miller who.. lays in bed reading his book, his glasses handing low on the bridge of his nose. all this sudden you're laying on his chest, rubbing his stomach then strattling him and before he tries to take off his glasses, you frown and shake your head and deny when he says he looks old and something else about how you're crazy.

Joel Miller who.. loves eating all your cooking and baking. every time you make it to his work before he finds his way to yours, you're coming with a box full of some baked goods for him and his coworkers and an extra lunch for him. no matter how much you do this he's always just as shocked and great full as the first time you did it.

Joel Miller who.. wakes up at sunrise nearly every morning. some days he'll kiss your forehead, pull you closer and snore his way into a deep sleep again. other days he'll get up and start your day for you, making you breakfast talking ellie out of a bad decision for the first time today, and having a cup of tea for you when you come down. but most days hell watch you sleep and play his life back in his head to try and remember what good things he's done to deserve you, till of course you wake up and remind him he's more then worthy of love.

Joel Miller who.. always makes sure you get off, like always. even when you offer to just take care of him he pulling you off your knees, into his lap, pulling your panties aside just grazing your clit and mumbling something about how watching you cum is how he gets off.

Joel Miller who.. breaths shakily into your ear as he fucks you senseless whispering your name and sweet nothings into your ear. his hand cupping your face making sure your as close to him as possible. his hand trails down rubbing your clit, he bites down a smile when your moans become slurs of his name.

Joel Miller who.. has gone down on you far more times then you could count. every chance he can get his peppering kisses down your torso reaching your waistline. he takes his time pulling your panties down, dropping them to the floor and taking a second to really look at you. your hair messy under your head, lips parted partially from want and the other part from moaning. he'll kiss down your thigh placing your knees above his shoulders before going to town.

Joel Miller who.. takes his time teasing you throughout the day. calling you sweet names in the morning smiling all wide. on his daily lunch visit his kiss lingers longer, the hand on your waist staying even longer. till you both are on your daily walk home at night and he's touching you even more then usual. when you tease him for it he acts clueless knowing it'll all make sense later when your moaning his name pulling at his hair as he eats you out.

Joel Miller who.. very clearly loves you very dearly.

[undeadd011]

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 (HBO)

☠ = smut ☢ = angst ☺ = fluff ➫the couch ☠ ➫

[undeadd011]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 - 𝙚.𝙬

summary: one bed (or technicially couch) trope with bestfriend!ellie. warnings: fingering, thigh riding, cunnalingus, choking, all r!recieving, goofy goobers. word count: 3,778 words

ellie speaking, reader speaking.

"jesus" ellie complains as she slams the door, wind fighting against it. the cold causes a dusty pink to frost her cheeks. as much as you both want to collapse into your sleeping bags and let some much needed rest consume you - safety comes first. so the both of you, guns lazily at your sides, take a quick look around the unfamiliar cabin.

finding nothing but woods surrounding the cabin and nothing but the two of you inside, collapsing on the couch is the next move. you're both a little winded from trotting through the forest as well as the cold outside.

you catch ellie take a glance from you to the floor before sighing and beginning to pull her sleeping bag out. she tosses it on the floor then stands to remove her coat. your brows furrow as you sit up a little, realizing that she's trying to give you the couch "you're not sleeping on the floor" you tell her with a bit of an annoyed tone. not necessarily annoyed at her, but at the fact that she thinks you'd ever let her sleep on the floor.

she takes a glance around the room, motioning her hand out as if to point out the obvious. there's only one couch and nowhere else to sleep. "well you fucking aren't either." she responds while laying out her sleeping bag "i don't mind, really" ellie assures as she goes to sit down.

before she can make it to the ground, you lean forwards and tug the sleeping bag right out from under her ass. when ellie lands on the wooden floor, her jaw clenches as she dead stares you. however, there's only so mad she can be when you're smiling at her like it's the funniest thing you've ever done.

"just come share the couch" you suggest casually, laying her sleeping bag with yours before you lay onto your side, facing the back of the couch. ellie just stays on the floor for a moment awkwardly, lips parting then closing as she considers the offer. "there isn't room, you'll be uncomfortable." she says, though if you turned around you'd see the hesitation she took in declining.

you sigh and shrug your coat off, tossing it over the back of the couch. "if it gets uncomfortable then i'll just push you off" you tease, making her scoff a small laugh. then you turn your head back to look at her "really. i don't mind if you don't" you assure her.

you wait a few seconds to see if she'll come but when you hear no movement you eventually give up. too tired to argue. sleep is already pulling you away from conciousness. however, your eyes flutter back open when the couch cushion dips in from behind. a short smile spreads your lips whilst shuffling forwards to make as much room for ellie as possible.

her elbow presses into your back and you can pretty much sense the fact that she's trying to maintain space out of respect for your comfort. but fuck that. "we're both girls els" you say as if either of you are anywhere close to straight. before she can ask what you mean, ellie feels your hand grip hers to pull her arm across your waist.

she pauses, unsure of if this is a good idea. she's already been feeding her own delusion for months of wishing you liked her like she likes you. but at the end of the day, there's already so little room on the couch and there's no sign of discomfort from you so she leans into it, shuffling forwards a bit to have a little more room on the three seated sofa- unintentionally making your bodies just barely touch.

"night" "goodnight"

a couple moments pass and ellie is slipping into unconciousness. there is no sound besides the creaks of the old cabin and whatever lurks in the woods. still, something pulls her from slumber. it's your body pushing backwards into hers.

ellie assumes your just getting comfortable until your leg gently hooks around her ankle, pulling it forwards between your legs. she feels herself freeze even the slightest movement. breathing suddenly feels optional.

ellie is still unsure if it was of any kind of intention until your foot glides up and down the bottom of her leg slowly, gently. your butt pushing back again. almost instinctively her hand squeezes your waist as she asks "what are you doing?"

her questioning makes you reconsider your actions for a moment. had you been taking the hints wrong? was she not into you? into this? "i dunno.." tone shyer now, your foot pauses against her ankle, slowly slipping off her.

there's a stillness that makes you think you must have made things awkward. you're ripped from your devastation when ellie makes a split second decision to wrap her arm further around you. tugging you into her. there's a short pause, just enough for ellie to question if that's what you had wanted but then you roll over until your squished with your back against the couch - face to face with ellie.

the stunned yet hopeful look in ellie's pretty brown eyes reflect the same emotion as yours. neither move first, but simultaniously your lips press together. maybe it's the lack of sleep but the feeling of her lips on yours somehow both relaxes and lights up everything in you so intensely. there's a safety within the trust you two have and a danger in the risk of that trust.

her hand is on your side, her thumb barely sliding beneath your shirt. your hands find place cupping her rose colored cheeks. it starts pure and innocent. you've both been waiting for the intimacy that breaks the line of friendship for a long time. she squeezes your side and you cup her jaw more, both your lips pulling and pushing, feeling infuriated that you can't mend your bodies closer.

your leg eventually rests up over her hip. that's where it starts. it isn't a big deal, just a small action. until she subconciously shifts her leg and it nudges against your clothed pussy. regardless of if it was purposeful or not, your response is to grind yourself into her thigh.

ellie takes the hint, breaking her mouth away from yours as she presses her knee up with intention this time. your lips part with a gasp as you meet her eyes slowly. after a beat, ellie speaks "you're so fucking pretty" the glimmer of admiration in her eyes tells you she means it with every bone in her body. though you have little time to be sappy when her hand slips down to your waist. ellie pulls your hips forward - grinding her thigh into your core again.. and again, starting to build a rythym.

her eyes stay locked on your face as you softly exhale, your hips fighting against her grip as you try to grind your hips harder and needier then the pace she's set. the smallest smile creeps onto ellie's lips at your tangible need.

her hand grips harder to still your hip, thigh still rubbing right into your clothed pussy. the softest whine leaves your lips in both frustration and pleasure. ellie looks in awe of the fact that she's eliciting this kind of reaction. all you can do is continue to cup her face whilst shifting close as possible and tucking your head beneath her chin, hiding your face into your bestfriends neck.

the pride stays within ellie's expression as she pulls you down over her thigh again and again. you're starting to grow irritated with your jeans stunting the pleasure you want, her hands guiding your hips how she wants only makes it worse.

with a sigh, your hand pulls hers off your waist. she's frozen with concern until you pull her hand toward your jeans. she's just about to work your button open when suddenly she pauses. "here-" she shifts forwards, pushing you further into the couch. "on your back" she tells you.

you comply, watching as she sits up on her knee's between your legs. seeing your bestfriend between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans is already enough to have you aching for her to do whatever she wants.

ellie tugs your pants off. then her hands rest on your knee's whilst she looks over you. she first gazes at the very visible damp spot on your white underwear. then her eyes roam to how your hands lay at your sides, hair being messed up by the pillow beneath you - the best part being your face. lips parted, eyes pleading for her to do something.

every moment is painfully slow when her hands glide down your legs. but it's worth every second when she carefully straightens out your panties, like you're a doll she's scared she'll break. it's sweet - however, her thumb pressing onto your clit takes you out of your state of admiration.

ellie begins circling her thumb slowly, watching your facial expressions twist into pleasure with each movement. your hands impatiently reach down to take off your underwear but the second your fingers graze the material, her free hand gently grabs your wrist. her tone is soft but firm "no. just- i've got you. don't." as she speaks, her hand pushes your arm back to your side.

"but-" you are instantly cut off from speaking when once again her thumb firmly presses circles around your clothed clit. in reaction your hips push up - you look a little dumbfounded by her audacity to cut you off. but before you can start again she's roaming her free hand up over your stomach, then she shuffles on top of your body till she can press her mouth eagerly onto yours.

her thumb stays softly toying with your clit over your underwear. it's enough to make your hips squirm softly for more, but still - it's not what you need. her free hand proceeds, pausing just for a second to gently brush the back of her hand over your hardened nipple. you still have your shirt on but the soft touch of her knuckles makes your body shiver nonetheless. it almost tickles.

you feel her lips twist into a smile against yours, then her knuckles brush over your nipple again, making you sigh through your nose at the ticklish feeling. her lips break off of yours, lips brushing along your cheek, her face hovering just next to yours to listen as you gasp softly each time her thumb strokes over your clothed pussy.

ellie's other hand is slowly sliding up from your tit, just grazing over your skin ticklishly. ellie pulls back from your face to look at you, her breath still warm against your cheek. her hand brushes over your skin further upwards, her knuckles making their way over your collarbone, then reaching your neck. her eyes are loving and touch soft as she brushes your hair away from your neck.

you love how sweet she is, you do, but.. there's something else you want. you bring your hand up to rest over the hand on your neck. your eyes roam to ellie's and you're met with a questioning look. ellie's expression turns to slight surprise as you press her hand down, silently asking her fingers to splay out over your throat.

her thumb is still lazily stroking over your underwear when her palm presses down. her fingers just are barely touching the sides of your neck on their own now. ellie doesn't miss how your head tilts back slightly - silently asking for her to proceed. "yeah?" ellie softly breathes out, eyes questioning to be sure.

you nod quickly, making her smile at your eagerness. she does as you wanted, her hand wrapping around your throat with a pressure that's just enough to make everything a little more hazy - but not enough to hurt.

her fingers begin to slip beneath your underwear and two of her fingers very gently press against your aching hole, circling slowly. a whine pushes from your mouth but it comes choked due to the increased pressure on your neck.

she doesn't need to tease you about how soaked you are for her - the look in her eyes melded with her grin she gives you says enough. her thumb strokes the side of your neck to keep your attention both on her and the pleasure your recieving. her two fingers, already wet just from your folds, slowly press inside of you.

your mouth falls open with a gentle moan, your hips already pushing down towards her hand in a silent plea for more. more of anything. ellie's presses a kiss to your cheek - squeezing your throat still as she begins to pump her digits in and out just a couple times, feeling your pussy squeeze each time, aligned with the small gasps and soft moans you elicit.

ellie curls her fingers up experimentally, rubbing just the right spot inside of you - it causes you to grab at her side, your fingers gently digging into her skin. you want need that again, and she can certainely tell. her fingers curl up once more, then again, she keeps going - a rythym being set.

"ellie.." you whine out her name as your fingers clasp around her wrist, eyes shutting. it feels embarassing to fall apart so quickly for her - but she doesn't think it's embarassing at all, infact it's the most satisfying reaction she feels like she could get from someone.

ellie's fingers curl up harder, eliciting a whine that you choke out. your breath is uneven and she decides to remove her hand from your throat to instead grasp your jaw, turning your face towards hers. "'s it feel good?" ellie isn't the most confident person in the world so you can tell that it isn't just dirty talk, she's genuinely questioning you on her abilities.

she doesn't make it easy to respond when her thumb strokes over your clit in time with the curl of her fingers. "f- uck" you whine, not missing the grin spreading back onto her face again at your struggle. your eyes narrow but you don't have the will to argue, instead finally responding with "uh-huh" whilst as your legs squeeze her sides, twitching slightly as your hips stutter up.

ellie releases your jaw and her fingers stop for just a second. you would complain if you weren't watching as she shifts down between your legs. ellie's fingers resume curling into your fluttering walls, the moan you choke out is flithy as is but it turns to a even louder cry when her lips close in around your clit. your squirming and pretty noises make ellie wish she could stay here all day. any worry or regret for pushing the boundaries of friendship dissapeared the second she knew you wanted this as much as she does.

"ellie!" you cry out again, no longer able to resist your hands snaking into her hair. she hums back in response, the vibration only making it all the better. your fingers subconciously grasp harder into her hair for stability.

ellie's fingers pump faster, curling harder in desperation for more of your pleasured reactions. unsurprisingly, she gets what she wants when your legs tense up around her head. in response she latches her mouth around your clit harder, suckling in a way that makes your legs tense and shake harder.

you're getting much closer but you're also growing extremely sensitive from her teeth and tongue's assault on your clit. the previous teasing to it had done nothing to help. ellie can tell it must be a lot by the way your hips are jerking up each time her fingers curl or her mouth clasps around your clit.

she resorts to pressing down on your stomach to still you, whilst gently flicking her tongue against your swollen nerves. apparently that didn't lessen any of the feeling because instantly the sound of her name spills from your lips, sounding like a plea as you abruptly gush over her still pumping fingers. your thighs clasp and your body shakes, head tilted back as you mutter curses and gasp softly through your orgasm.

she's memorized by your reaction. she really is. that's exactly why she needs more. you think she's just guiding you through it, making sure that you've rode out your high completely. it gets to the point where your stomach nearly aches from the orgasm and your clit is twitching sensitively. yet, her fingers still curl and pump into you.

"ellie i'm done y- oh- shit, els. too fucking much" you can't communicate coherently when her lips come to suck down on your clit again, swapping between that and flicking her tongue against the swollen nerve.

"want me to stop?" she mumbles right against your clit whilst still fucking her fingers into you like her hand isn't beginning to cramp up. her eyes meet yours and although a tear brims your eyes, she see's the pleasure all over your fucked out expression, making her decide to continue.

you don't want her to stop but your palms are almost subconciously pushing at the top of her head as your hips fight to buck up into her. ellie smacks your hands away gently. "keep them to yourself." she mumbles with mild irritation before getting straight back to devouring you.

you only listen for so long before you're squirming, mind a haze and it's all too much. your palm pushes at her head once more. with a sigh, her fingers still and she lifts her head up slightly "seriously." she grumbles, mouth shining with your cum as she gives you a more stern look - one you don't personally tend to receive from ellie, though many others do.

you're irritated at the fact that she halted her movements and you want to complain but given the circumstances, you'd rather just do what she wants so she'll continue. "okay! sorry." you say, shooting a bit of a glare at ellie before your head tilts into the pillows, hands coming up to rest next to it.

with a roll of ellie's eyes, teeth and tongue take your clit back whilst her two fingers curl up into your sensitive walls, you feel your eyes flutter shut when you whine, both hands grasp the pillow next to your head so you don't instinctively reach out to grasp at her hair again.

ellie's unoccupied hand moves away from your stomach to instead push your thigh's open further for her - but it's nearly impossible for you to stop how your trembling legs close in on her. so eventually she grips your ankle, gently lifting your leg over her shoulder for better access.

your heel is digging into ellie's back with each curl of her fingers or harsh flick of her tongue. your pleasured struggle only makes her more determined to finish you off. ellie's fingers slide out of your pussy, a second of emptiness that makes your head lift to look down but she instantly replaces it with her tongue now fucking into you instead. her thumb going to your clit instead to rub back and forth with fervor. it's a little too much for how overstimulated you are.

you sit up slightly, knuckles turning white from the grasp in the blankets you take. your hips twisting and twitching makes it hard for ellie to keep her tongue fucking into you but she's a determined girl, her face only pressing into you more, tongue pushing faster whilst her thumb on your nerves is making your stomach and pussy both squeeze.

you sit up further so you can place your hand over hers, bringing it off your thigh and onto your stomach so you can hold onto itt for support. ellie is quick to respond by squeezing your hand back comfortingly.

"mph- elliee" "come on pretty" your voice is high and rasped, hers is soft and soothing - yet with a eager impatience to see you fall apart again. at this point you aren't even moaning, just breathlessly gasping with small whines from how dry your throat is. you feel the tension in your gut, it builds with each and every bit of pressure your swollen nerves take until finally your walls squeeze around nothing, her tongue flattening over your hole.

you squeeze ellie's hand so hard it hurts but she doesn't mind, too entranced by your fucked out expression and the way you leak on her tongue. you don't fully comprehend ellie's small praises "there you go" and "that's it" fading into the background as she continues to stimulate your pussy softly between words till you begin coming down.

once you're back down to reality, both of ellie's hands leave all other occupation to instead softly rub along your sides. her tongue laps at your pussy once, then twice more. enough to make your eyes shut, legs twitch and pussy clench for her one last time.

her eyes are glued to the aftermath of the mess she's made, the sight of cum dripping out of you whilst you pant heavily - a soft smile on your face is enthralling to her. ellie has the decency to come back up your body and press her lips to your sweat ridden forehead. two of ellie's fingers slowly push your cum back inside of you.

your arms wrap up around ellie's neck. face burying into her shoulder, you feel as she kisses the top of your head. her fingers slowly slip out of you as she slowly pushes up off of you "hold on" she speaks soothingly. just as fast as she gets off the couch - she returns just as with a cloth and your water bottle. she wets the cloth and then gets back on the sofa whilst she spreads your knee's apart. ellie kneels between your thighs to slowly and gently clean you up.

you're completely memorized by this side of her. the soft yet intense and intimate side of ellie. once ellie's done cleaning you up, you grab her arm and pull her to lay down with you. she falls forwards into the couch with a soft huff of a laugh. now that the boundary of friendship is broken, you shuffle to lay yourself onto your friend - resting your head onto her, burying your face in her neck.

her palms smooth over your hair and back, then you both slowly drift off. the conversation of whatever that was can wait till the morning. all you both know is that you feel safe within each others hold and platonic or not you love each other all the same.

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The comment section every time Bella appears as Ellie (they have nothing of substance to say and parrot the views of everyone else instead of trying to engage with the casting decision in a meaningful and unbiased manner):

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"the down of us" "the chopped of us" and it's always an ugly straight man talking. baby lemme tell you something, neither bella or ellie are for you, that's OUR butch lesbian.

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me when im right

I'm about to piss off the ENTIRE TLOU fandom but I'm SO past the point of caring. Bella Ramsey is a more accurate portrayal of a 19 year old not only in their mannerisms but THEIR LOOKS.

"They don't look mature enough" that's because Ashley Johnson was in her mid 30's playing a 19 year old, and in the game, Ellie's face Especially still carries that. AFAB people Especially don't magically change their facial structure from 14-19 unless they had work done. you don't start seeing that happen till your mid-late 20's.

You don't look OR act like "a mature adult" when you're 19, it just doesn't happen. so expecting this (even from a fictional character) is still rather bizzar to me. and saying shit like "she's being too goofy" here when we've gotten basically No clips of her after she loses Joel is also a null in void argument. Even in the game before she loses Joel, Ellie's particularly monotone; but if they're going about this the way i think they're going to, then the stark contrast between her being goofy and the unbridled rage would actually be an Improvement from the game.

and I straight up can't tell if it's been That long since people have played TLOU2, or if they're just being Purposefully obtuse because of their hate boner for Bella as to why they're acting like Ellie's mad at Joel for no reason whatsoever (this isn't towards people who haven't touched the games and don't know the story, this is towards people who know and are still whining like little crybabies about everything)

"Should have recasted like in HOD" so THAT doesn't work either because for Rhaenyra they're going from 15 to like 32. from a teen to an ACTUAL adult, not a Young adult. 5 and 15 years apart are Very Much not the same thing here.

And it really seems that my fellow lesbians have Also been perpetuating the "Bella isn't "conventionally attractive enough" for me to sexualize" to which i expected better from you guys, honestly.

"we're allowed to nitpick" no it sounds like you're crying because you didn't get your way, in What reality would they have recasted Bella as Ellie? would you be complaining less if we waited another 10 years for Bella to be in their 30's and Then you'd stop complaining about them looking so young? probably not, because Bella doesn't fit conventional beauty standards.

And if I'm going to be Remotely honest, I'd rather have someone who can Act the part rather than someone who looks "close enough" but can't act for shit, which is what I'm seeing with all these tiktok "recast suggestions"

With that, I think I've yapped enough, and am going to try and weasel my way out of enemy territory and find Bella Ellie edits 'till next Sun. thank you for your time.