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stars-for-circe · 2 days

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Tongue Tied

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Tags / cw: EXTREMELY suggestive, oral fixation, fingers in mouth, tongue piercing, piercer!Ellie, choking, finger sucking, Ellie is kinda pervy?? WE USE CELSIUS GUYS. 19 CELSIUS!!!

The leather seat felt clammy below you, despite the gentle faux breeze coming from the air conditioning. Beside you, the small tray of sterile equipment, reminding you of why you were here in the first place.

You shivered. Fuck, who sets the AC at 19 degrees? Wrapping your arms around yourself, you began to regret the choice of wearing a tank top despite the weather outside. Outside, where you’d much rather be - where there wasn’t a room colder than the arctic, or a bunch of needles about to be stuck in you, or a stupid fucking leather seat digging right in-

“Cold? I can turn it up, if you want.”

Ellie Williams. The most popular piercer in the area. Either from her looks or her talent, you couldn’t tell - but it was probably both. Arms crossed as she leaned against the door, and a small, amused smirk on her face as she watched your antics.

“Um, no, it’s fine.” You said shakily - or shyly, rather - smiling through your chattering teeth after you found where the voice came from. You spontaneity was probably enough of an inconvenience, booking an appointment late at night where it was the only time Ellie could fit you in - so it would have been rude to make her wait any longer than necessary to get the piercing done and lock up.

“I’m Ellie, by the way.” She called out, before making a beeline from the doorway to the small station at the end of the room, keeping her head down the entire time. You hummed in response, just barely suppressing the ‘I know’ on the tip of your tongue, as she rubbed some of the sanitiser in and put the gloves on. Then, Ellie paused her movements, back still turned away from you as she raised her head.

“Although….” You held your breath. You could feel the smirk on her faced despite not being able to see it.

“…I’m guessing you knew that already, Jesse told me some pretty girl wanted me ‘specifically’, to pierce her today…”

“What?” You stuttered out, mentally blaming it on the chill, and not your lack thereof. This time, Ellie snickered, shaking her head softly as she turned around heading towards you.

“So, you gonna stick your tongue out for me?” Grin still on her face, she watched as you sputtered out a reply while she haphazardly grabbed the forceps off the equipment tray.

“W-what?”

“You’re here for a tongue piercing, aren’t you?”

…That sly little shit

You could only nod, too taken aback to do much else. The most you expected here was to get a damn good piercing from a really hot girl, what Ellie was doing to you was not planned in your little outing.

“Yeah? So open up, hon. Gotta mark where you want it.”

Now Ellie knew that she didn’t need to mark anything - she was so used to doing this that she could just eyeball it and still be accurate. But, she thought, being able to cup your face, while you oh so obediently stuck your tongue out for her, as she just slipped her thumb ever so slightly into your mouth under the guise of keeping you still, would make up for the extra labour.

Your mouth was warm. Even through the black latex she wore. Ellie could almost imagine how soft it would feel sucking her dick, how delicate you’d be while kissing along the silicone. Fuck, she’d moan out loud if she wasn’t careful - all from the pad of her thumb resting on your tongue. And the way it twitched and made a swallowing motion as the bitter taste of the marker hit your throat really didn’t help.

“Hah…” You made a small noise at the prolonged moment. Surely the marker didn’t need this long to deposit a tiny dot pigment?

Ellie quickly snapped out of it, ripping her gaze from your mouth to your eyes. Right, she was still piercing you today, nothing else. And the taste of the marker probably wasn’t pleasant enough to be placed there for so long…

“Uh- so, ‘m gonna get the needle now.” She stuttered out, before making a joke.

“Last chance to back out…..or tell me if you’re squeamish….”

Fuck, the needle was kinda of big. Like, really big. Was it really meant to be that big? For a moment you hesitated, wanting to back out of this all and go home. But then you looked at Ellie, holding the forceps in once hand, reaching to grab the needle with the other, and you really wondered if backing out and embarrassing yourself in front of Ellie Williams - because of a fucking needle - was worth it. It would be over quick, right?

“Um, no- I mean-” you coughed.

“No, not squeamish, so, yeah, ‘m ready…”

“Yeah? Just uh, take a deep breath, ‘n stick your tongue out when you’re ready.”

You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. In through your nose, out through your mouth, and stuck out your tongue - just like Ellie said. For a moment, you flinched, feeling the cold press of the forceps clamping on your tongue, before you concluded that keeping your eyes open would lessen the surprises. In front of you was Ellie, although a lot closer than before. And this time, with the needle in her hand, facing you.

She nodded, for approval. And you could only look at her with wide enough eyes that you hoped conveyed your consent, before she slowly, and gently, put the needle through.

Now, if Ellie hadn’t been on the clock, if there weren’t a couple people at the register or a possible camera somewhere in the room, Ellie would have fucked you. She would have shoved the damn piercing in and shove you flat on the seat and she would have fucked you so hard you’d be numb the day after. But Ellie couldn’t.

Fuck, she wanted to, but she couldn’t. Because no matter how fucking hot you were, or how cute you looked staring so trustingly up at her with your cute fucking eyes while she shoved a needle in your mouth, or how your small breathy whine of pain when it went through made Ellie soak herself-

“I uh- ‘m gonna put the piercing through now. It’s gonna feel a bit pinchy for a second.”

She didn’t know if you wanted her back.

You scrunched your eyes a little, as the piercing went through, but discomfort finally turned into relief as you could finally put your tongue back in your mouth. Then it went quiet for a bit, the both of you not really knowing what to do next. Which was weird, because wasn’t Ellie used to doing this?

“Can I um, take a look?”

She stared at you, for a moment, almost like she was in thought, before nodding and reaching for the mirror and handing it to you. You held it up and stuck your tongue out once again. And, to your happiness, it looked really fucking good.

There was a chance you got a little too happy, however, as you smiled openly and started to almost flick your tongue about, looking at it from every angle imaginable. And maybe if you paid less attention to your new modification, and more on Ellie, you’d notice her focused stare on you. Well, your tongue, more like.

You’d have noticed her furrowed brows, deep in thought, her own mouth slightly open at the sight, and her fists clenching and unclenching, too. But you didn’t.

What you did notice, though, was her ripping the mirror out of your hands. Like an epiphany came to her about your piercing. She threw it on the table, making a loud clanging noise, before cupping your face with her hands on each side. She stayed like that for a while, staring at your now closed mouth and so close that you could feel her breath fanning on your face. And it took about five seconds before Ellie’s eyes widened and she realised how fucking weird she was being.

“Uh- fuck-” she began, almost like she was breathless. Her eyes flitted around the room and she shifted on her feet, until she could figure out what to say.

“Your piercing.”

“My…..piercing?”

“It’s crooked. Might be the backing but uh- I need to fix it.”

You raised a brow. Wasn’t Ellie mean to be a really good piercer? Maybe it was the piercing itself or something, you thought, as you nodded closely and opened your mouth. Slowly, you felt her right hand trail from your cheek to your lips, thumb pulling slightly on the bottom one before slipping her index into your mouth.

Shit, Ellie missed it so much. Albeit, it had probably been three minutes since she last had her fingers in your mouth, but it felt so good. Like they belonged there. She wondered how long she could keep this up, before you noticed what she was doing. She was almost worried you’d find out and get mad at her. But then she felt your tongue swishing along her index, and then she slipped her middle finger in too. And then, Ellie stopped giving a fuck.

And you couldn’t help but rest your cheek on the lasting hand on the side of your face, almost nestling into it as subtly as possible. Part of you knew this was unprofessional, that there were better ways to go about a fucked up piercing. But another part of you couldn’t help but like what Ellie was doing. And you couldn’t help but suck.

Ellie choked out a moan. She covered it up though, by talking.

“You need to stop moving. Here, let me just-”

“Ellie-”

“Shhh, don’t move.” She spoke so tenderly, almost whispering to you as her thumb stroked your cheek. Maybe it was the soft dominance she was extruding, or maybe it was because of how desperately fucking wet you already were. Either way, you listened.

You stayed still, as you felt the hand cupping you cheek slip down your jaw, and find its place on your throat. And you stayed still, as you felt her hand close around it and squeeze on either side.

“Can you stay still now, baby?” God, that made you feel fuzzy. That and the now limited blood circulation coming to your brain. Fuck, you never realised choking felt this good.

Ellie watched you, as your eyes drooped voluntarily, as drool started to slip out of your mouth while you were still sucking on her fingers. How you whimpered as her hold on your throat tightened - how your thighs rubbed together as she did that.

And you watched Ellie, through your hazy, droopy eyes, as her breathy pants got deeper, as she leaned even closer to you as her grip tightened, and as her eyes searched yours for some sort of response to a question she didn’t ask - but you knew she wanted the answer to. You sucked even harder. You let your tongue run along the ridged and bumps the gloves made on her finger. You swallowed so hard that her hand on your throat moved along in tandem.

“Shit- you- ohmygod-” Ellie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she whined. She was pleading you at this point.

And you nodded.

…Fuck it.

“You wanna fuck?” She mumbled breathily, taking a long, condescending glance at your body - the state of your body - and then another at the lock on the door. Running a hand through her hair, Ellie took a deep breath, before letting out a loose chuckle.

“God- s’is so fuckin stupid…” She ran her tongue along her teeth, scoffing at how eagerly, how desperately you looked at her. And this time, she answered her own question for you.

“…..Yeah, let’s fuck.”

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ellabsmanicgf · 3 days

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abby anderson is a moaner. that woman is fucking you stupid from behind and ALL UP in your ear breathing heavy and telling how you're so warm and tight like this bitch isn't fucking you with a strap-on rn... she's definitely a praiser (or maybe she isn't and i'm just projecting.) AAAAGGHHHH SHE'S FUCKING BREATHUNG IN BETWEEN TELLING YOU HOW GOOD YOU'RE TAKING HER STRAP FUCK I'M GONNA BUST

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ellieslittlewh0re · 2 days

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Please write some skin to skin with Ellie. I need a break from her strap!! Whew <3

yes!! I totally understand where your coming from 😩 I miss the good ol fashioned bumpin & grinding 🩷

𝖺/𝗇 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 <𝟥

𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵𝟐𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵 𝒆.𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔.

જ⁀➴ 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 <𝟑

જ⁀➴ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝖽𝗎𝗁), 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺

It was still early in the morning, the sun just barely breaking on the horizon, and dew drops stuck to your shared bedroom window from the summer humidity.

Ellie stirred awake, rubbing her eyes as she adjusted to creeping daylight, and then she saw you. Your bare shoulder, and how the light highlighted your silhouette, all the way down your bare sides.

She felt bad of course, after a night where she let her jealousy and insecurities overwhelm her, she ended up saying some things she regretted- things she didn’t mean.

Her hand caressed your shoulder, and down your arm, you were still asleep, but she didn’t intend to let it last long.

She loved you, cared so deeply for you, and you just made perfect sense to her.

Maybe it was her insecurities talking again, but she had to make it up to you, now.

She scoots closer to you on the bed, her bare chest on your back, and her arm wraps around your front, her lips now on your shoulder.

This is when you start to finally wake up, her restless kisses making it impossible to ignore.

You hummed as your eyes blink open, and you quickly remember last nights events.

Sure, you were still upset. It wasn’t unforgivable, but you wanted to make her work for it.

“Baby?” She said, quiet and a little rough, and you ignored her, tucking your face away further into the pillow so she couldn’t see your face.

Another kiss is felt on your shoulder, and then another one a little higher up, and they kept coming until her lips were in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered into you, her warm breath making the skin on your arms tingle.

You extended your neck, giving room for her to continue her surge, and a smile kept onto Ellie’s lips, knowing that not only you were awake, but you were inviting her.

Her soft pecks turned wet, her tongue sliding across your skin until it turned into gentle suctioning, and her hips perfectly snug.

You hum again as Ellie’s hand finds your breast, gently rolling the fat between her fingers, taking extra caution around the sensitive nerves.

Her breathing starts to pick up in your ear as her hips are rolling into you, grinding her cunt into your ass, and her hand also became more frenzied, finding its way into your panties, and sliding a index finger between your sticky folds.

You moaned in response, eyes still shut, and wrapping a hand around to pull on the back of her thigh in need of more.

Luckily for Ellie, you didn’t make her work nearly as hard as you should have because her boxers were growing increasingly tight and uncomfortable, sticking and clinging to her cunt as she continued to hump you from behind.

Boby parts begin to stick, her forehead resting on the back of your shoulder, and her thighs against yours. She was relentless with her wrist, but the angle wasn’t favorable.

You’re rolled onto your back, and she’s climbing on top of you, finally abling a kiss, all the while using one of her hands to slide her boxers down the length of her legs, not bothering to take them the rest of the way off as they dangled from one of her ankles.

Your eyes opened the rest of the way, seeing her as she lowers her lips to your chest, planting open mouthed kisses, and you whine as the kisses turned brutish- sucking, and her teeth grazing your nipple as she pulls away.

She gets lower, her bottom lip ghosting the pudge of your lower stomach, “Can I?” She asks, so sweetly, and so unsure, wanting nothing more to get closer to you in any way possible, but never fully satisfied.

You nodded, and it took her no less than a second to hook her pretty fingers around the hem of your panties, pulling them down and tossing them elsewhere with little importance to neither of you.

It started sweet with the trail of kisses up your inner thighs, her warm hands hooking around you, and all her adoring vows spewed between the flicks of her tongue.

See, Ellie loved you- loved fucking you, but it was one of this mornings where her growing itch was starting to physically ache.

She lifts herself, and in your dazed-out haze, you give her a look of confusion, but she’s pulling and pushing at your legs, spreading them until the inner muscles started to sting.

“Ellie, what are you-?” You started to ask, but she pretty much answered your question as she swung a leg over one of yours, her hands on your knees, and lowered herself onto you.

A sharp breath is exhale from your lungs, and a sigh from hers.

“M’sorry, babe… couldn’t wait anymore.”

Her freckled forearm was now covered in raised, pinkish scratches, both from you pulling her closer, and pushing away in overstimulation.

“Ellie… I’m gonna-“ You try to speak, but your voice fails you, coming out in a series of small little wines.

She comes down, her trembling arms barely able to hold herself up, but still continues the wave-like motions of her hips- in and out, gently rolling like a tide against the sea shelled bottom.

She kissed your cheek, a tinge of saltwater on her tongue as her lips lazily rested against your temple,

“I know, baby, me too. Together, yeah?”

She straightens herself, one of her hands pushing on the inside of your knee, ensuring full contact. And it seems so obvious in times like this that you’d always forgive her so easily- kaleidoscopic eyes peeking through dark lashes, her hip bones protruding behind alabaster skin, and the hypnotizing manner of her muscles under strain.

Ellie’s jaw clenched, digging a little harder, and rutting a little faster as her climax approaches, both greedy for her own release, but also sympathetic towards yours.

Almost ritualistic in nature, she repeated your name, and you with hers, your bodies practically conjoined as she collapses on top of you.

Once the air returned back to her lungs, she rolls off, and is opening her arms for you to take position.

And, of course, you do, nuzzling in beside her, and her hand is in your hair, stroking gently at the stands.

This is how your morning came and went, wrapped around your girlfriend, and limbs intertwined, softly snoring away the daylight, and Ellie’s heartbeat being your melodic departure.

i’m so bad at endings I’m sorry but none the less, I hope you enjoyed 🩷

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r3starttt · 3 days

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GET IT HOT

cw: car sex. use of strap. fingering. sub! ellie. good girl, babe.

Traffic had been beyond horrifying today. You've had a long exhausting day, and you've prayed to any divinity to let you get home quick, to just cuddle and have a nice night with your girlfriend. Ellie begged for the same thing, having a thought day with clients at her job and then being all day burning due the sun and traffic, taking ages to pick you up and then ages to get back home.

She read your face the moment you got in the car, so you've got the privilege to get some sleep until you two arrived home. Which was for nothing because she had to wake you up before she even got the two of you out for traffic. She got bored and anxious and felt like exploding if she didn't hear you yapping about anything.

Eventually traffic faded, but there was still a long path before you even got near home. And your yapping didn't help at all, she was mad.

You could tell by how her hands ran through her hair, almost ripping it off. By how her fingers would grip the steering wheel, by how she would groan or mumble slurs to all those stupid humans driving like shit. She was hot, you were hot.

So, after overthinking it, you decided to wait till you got home. Ellie had a hard day too, and it wouldn't be any fair to make her put more effort for today, you could wait.

"Fuck" she groaned, throwing her hands to the air, not so accidentally slapping the flesh of your thighs. "What?" You whispered, trying to distract yourself from losing it.

"These fucking- everyone's fucking stupid- look!" Her grip tightened, making you squirm underneath her. There were some cars making a mess, how the fuck did these people got their license?

"Shit, m' sorry" the tone of her voice lowered, harshly moving her hand away. You furrowed your brows, letting out a small 'huh?'

"I was ripping your leg apart" she chuckled. Your hand traveled to hers, moving her to where it was just some seconds ago, making sure it'll keep in place. "Nothing you haven't done before, no worries"

"Seriously?" You rolled your eyes "what?" She laughed at you, slacing a cautionary glaze at you and then shifting her eyes back to the road. "Though you've had a hard day?" You shrugged "same for you"

She clicked her tongue "shut up" your fingers grabbed her hand, moving it closer and deeper to your inner thighs. You crossed your legs, feeling your panties stupidly wet.

"You sure?" She replied, cocky as her usual temper. Suddenly, all the anger she had from all day faded. "How's that?" Her fingers moved to the middle of your cunt, rubbing circles above your clothed clit. You whined 'good'.

"Yeah?" You nodded "If I slid my fingers like this, how's that feel?" Her middle finger slid over your arousal, deeping it just enough to make you clench around nothing. "Good, feels good"

"Come here" the red light illuminated your face. Your body, almost as a reflex, leaned towards her. Her lips pressed against yours, Ellie could not be craving you more.

"How're you this wet already?" She mocked "what have you been thinking-" You interrupted her, giving her one last kiss before the light turned green.

"Lean back" so you did, opening your legs wide and nice for her. The palm of her fingers moving your panties aside, letting her digit dance in between your cunt. It only lasted some seconds before she introduced her fingers inside you, smiling at how you clenched at her feeling.

You kept on bucking your hips closer to her hand if even possible, eliciting that sheepish smile, full of adoration. Fuck she couldn't have any better view.

The cold air hitting your bare legs, her fingers curling so deliciously inside you. The wetness and obscene sounds filling the silence between both, some groans and heavily sighs coming out of her too. You felt your stomach clenching at it.

She couldn't do much, and it was more than frustrating. To see how your hands gripped on anything you had near, how you tried to push her away whenever it got a little bit too much. See your legs closing, feel how damp her hand was getting. She couldn't wait.

So she pulled over. "Come on, sit on my lap" her hand pulled off your cunt, almost too abruptly. You whined at it, still doing as she asked you to. "Yeah, good girl"

"Look at you" she chuckled "kiss" your lips pressed on hers in such a messy desperate kiss, feeling your tongue dancing against hers, the drool escaping your mouth and to your chin.

"Pull it out" your hands grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer until she didn't let you "I know you feel it, pull it out"

You wanted to ask, stupid, knowing you already had the answer. She was always so considerating, wasn't she?

Your nails dragged along the hem of her t shirt, rolling it up right before her chest. You got rid of her belt, letting out the strap.

"Sink on it" your knees moved up hers, finding a better position. Just as the tip touched your arousal you let out a humiliating whimper, already so desperate for her. "Feels good huh?" She mocked.

"Now sink all the way down" she filled you just right. Without realizing you were already clenching around it, too focused on resting your weight on her, pressing your hands over her shoulders. You looked at her eyes, searching for a hint of pleasure coming out her. Ellie simply replied with a 'mhm'.

"Good girl, take your time, babe." you could hear how wet you were, moving up and down her lap. Her nose brushed your neck, holding your lower back, guiding you as you ride her.

Once you got yourself comfortable you started to speed your movements, hearing your arousal becoming more wet at your every move. Ellie kept on letting out repetitive pleads. The friction on her clit started to her way too overwhelming.

She pulled your shirt off, immediately meeting your nipples with her mouth, dancing her tongue on each of them. Her hips started to buck into you, making the friction for both stupidly perfect.

You felt your cunt clenching, a contraction on your whole body, all accompanied by her pretty whines, her tongue making a mess on your breasts and her drool covering your nipples.

"Cum for me babe" you asked her, harshly grabbing her pretty face, already messy, and pressing your lips against hers, feeling your inner thighs get covered by your juices. "Can't- Can't, fuck-"

Her mouth opened very slightly, whining at your mouth. Fuck she was so pretty. Her fingers gripped tightly at the fat of your hips, letting the pleasure invade both your bodies.

That until she caught her breath, letting out a sheepishly laugh per usual, shushed by your lips on her temple. "Love you" "love you too"

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cinnamonmilf · 23 hours

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overstim with sub!ellie ⋅⋆⁺𐚁♡ও⁺⋆⋅

“i c-can’t!” she whines desperately as you try to draw out of her the fourth orgasm of the night.

“yes, you can, baby. just give me this one and then we are done.” you coo while sucking harshly on her neck. adorning her soft, pale skin with red and purple love marks. all while pressing the vibrator right on her sensitive clit.

god, she’s so adorable. brows furrowed, lips pouting, green eyes glossy, cheeks flushed and the symphony created by her pretty little sounds is nothing short of perfect.

you turn up the setting to the highest level and she lets out a cry. a single tear rolls down her freckled face. she’s so fucked out, you could swear she can’t take it anymore. the truth is she loves it when you do this to her. but ellie being ellie, she’d never admit it.

“aww, are you crying?” you mock and she rolls her eyes at you. even in this state, she’s too proud to admit just how much power you have over her.

“shut up,” she says.

“watch the attitude, els.” you warn, pressing harder on her clit.

“nghhh, shut the- mmph- fuck up!”

you slap her soft, tear-stained cheek. with no time to even process it, all she does in return is moan. the pain doing nothing but enhancing the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

“oh, you liked that, huh? god, your are such a slut, els.” you tease with a smirk plastered on your face.

“i’m- fuck- sorry, mommy,” she pants. broken breaths trying to form a proper sentence.

you start to noticing her chest rising and falling faster, her sounds getting louder. you know she’s close.

“fuck fuck fuck- i’m gonna cum!”

“mhm? cum for me, princess.”

the knot in her lower stomach finally snaps and you take it all in. the way her back arches, the way her legs close with a shake, they way she bites her rosy lip trying to be quieter but ends up letting out the sound anyway, the way her eyes roll to the back of her head. she cums so. fucking. hard. what a fucking sight.

once she comes down from her high she looks like the prettiest mess you’ve ever seen.

you tuck loose and disheveled hairs behind her ears, kissing her cheek and tracing soft circles with your fingers on her skin.

“you did so good for me, pretty girl. ‘m so proud.” your sweet voice whispers to her.

“fuck, that was intense.” she pants and you giggle.

“i know,” you say, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“mkay,” she responds, her voice raspy and sleepy, “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.”

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a/n: i feel sick from how bad this is lmfao. trust i will get better when i start writing consistently again

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elliespillowprincess · 2 days

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casual.

a/n: just wanted to let u guys know this fic is inspired by casual by chappel roan!! i think i did see someone else do this so if it seems like im copying i promise im not!! and comment below who made this idea originally!!

c/w: smut!, ellie’s a little toxic, not rlly a happy ending, super short

why you should not support neil druckmann.

listen to casual while u read!!

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“cmon baby, give it to me, that’s it. that’s my girl.” ellie’s hands are pumping inside you at an animalistic pace whilst she kisses you deeply. you’re in your room, music playing from your phone nearby. ellie had come by to eat takeout and watch a movie with you, and it always ended the same way: her deep in your cunt, guiding you through your orgasm, peppering you with praise and kisses, just to get up and leave right after.

you look over to the vase of flowers she got you the other day after your date at the aquarium. you didn’t really know what you were, just that you were something. in group settings she’d act like you didn’t exist, but would text you after to come over.

“please, y/n, come undone on me fuckkkkk.”

“you’re mine, got it? all fuckin mine.”

after she’d make you finish, she’d just get up and get dressed like nothing happened, like she wasn’t just praising you, getting you off, all for your benefit. if you beg her stay, she’d wait until you fell asleep to sneak out of your house, never being there to hold you through the night.

she acted like the two of you were nothing when you’re with your shared friend group, the two of you not even exchanging glances.

this is how it’s been, she’d treat you like a princess in private, and run away as soon as you finished. you wanted to keep your mouth shut, wanted to act like this didn’t bother you, be the cool girl that holds her tongue and gives her space.

but you weren’t.

because this wasn’t casual, you knew it wasn’t, you knew she knew it wasn’t.

but ellie was scared. she was scared of you, of the two of you actually being something. she liked the easiness, she wasn’t tied down to a relationship, she didn’t have any obligations, it was casual, easy.

she’s knuckle deep in you, praising you as you come undone on her fingers. you try to bring her to your face and kiss her, but she pulls away. “ellie, what- what is this?” you blurt. the sentence lingered in the air like a cloud of smoke, she felt as if she inhaled it and let the truth out everything would go wrong. she stared blankly at you, unsure of what to say back. she gets up, grabbing her things. you can tell she wants to say something but her lips are sealed as though superglue was spread across her lips. “ellie..?” as she’s reaching for the door and beginning to step out, she turns around for a moment.

“it’s casual, right?” she says before closing the door behind her. you were left speechless, naked in your bed and feeling dirty. you text your friends, telling them what just happened.

quinn: dude i’m sorry but you’re a loser

ava: why are you still hanging around her?

you silence your phone, not wanting to hear what they said, even if it was the truth.

you knew it was impossible to be casual with ellie. i mean, your favorite bra was in her dresser. the night she took you to a drive in movie and ice cream after, was the first time you went to her house. the two of you stayed up for hours, her making you finish multiple times. you stayed on the phone with joel for hours when she disappeared for a week, talking him down. how could this possibly be casual?

you let a few days go by, not texting ellie at all. it was giving you anger issues, like she was using you. maybe ellie was right, maybe it was just casual fun.

you open your phone, scrolling to find her contact that previously had hearts around her name, but was replaced by just her name after what she said.

y/n: baby will u get me off again?

els: i’m omw

#ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x you

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beforeimdeceased · 3 days

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OMG your toxic sub top ellie drabble was perfection!!! i need more pls😓

nsfw! °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𐙚

speaking of need…needy toxic!sub ellie lusting for you after you help her come (because she’s a loser who can’t do it without you) and she’s desperately begging you to let her return the favor. to fuck or lick or rub you till you’re dripping down your own thighs.

but, ofcourse she fucked the opportunity up for herself by blatantly flirting with another girl in your face to make you jealous. now she’s her knees begging you for forgiveness because she’s craving those pretty moans of yours.

“please. please baby i’m sorry. just let me fuck you. i can make it all better, please. just let me fuck it all better.” lips poking out looking like she’s about to start fucking crying.

#bunnie can speak? ☆#ellie williams #・❥・ bun’s sweet ellie #ellie williams x reader #bun’s asks ꕤ #bun’s anons ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams imagine #toxic!ellie #sub!ellie #ellie williams smut

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r3moony · 3 days

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Thigh riding Ellie

Soft Dom! Ellie x Sub Fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, dry humping??, cuming in underwear, thigh riding, sub reader, pet names used, no use of Y/N ( I wrote this on my phone at midnight )

Ellie gently pulled you onto her lap “You knew what you were doing putting that dress on today didn’t ya?” Ellie’s gentle hands found their way to your waist you didn’t answer but nodded slightly you leaned down kissing her, her hands went up cupping your cheeks as you began to slowly grind yourself against her thigh whimpering softly against her lips “needy girl” Ellie’s fingers went under your white dress rubbing you through your panties “Ellie…wanna I wanna ride your thigh” you mumbled against her neck panting softly “oh? Go on sweetheart” she moved her hands back on your hips as she helped you rub yourself against her thigh soft moans escaping your lips “Good girl” her fingers rubbed circles into your hips “Wanna cum..” you pace increased whimpers and moans filled the room “shh doing so well for me” Ellie praised you as she noticed you got more sloppy she helped you guiding your hips your head resting against her shoulder as you got closer “gonna cum..” and so you did she helped you through your high pressing a soft kiss on your cheek “you did so well”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #tlou #lesbian #ellie x fem reader #writers on tumblr #Ellie Williams smut

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astroph1les · 3 days

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make you mine | 3 | e.w

summary: the morning after ellie’s drunken night with you, confrontations ensue and a new relationship begins to blossom. an unsettling anxiety begins to set in when you realize you’re going to have to keep what you and ellie have to yourselves. how long will it be before your sister finds out?

pairing: sister’s best-friend!ellie x fem!reader

contains: major fluff!, first kisses, established secret relationship, clingy!ellie, shy!ellie, she’s low key the biggest dork but those are the best kind, hickey (r!recieving)

word count: 3.1K

a/n: if you saw me post this yesterday, no you didn’t. i wasn’t aware of the strike until seconds after i posted it the first time and immediately took it down. but i hope you guys enjoy this. it IS a bit shorter than the other two parts but im hoping if there is a fourth one that we’ll get into more of the plot. this is a filler tbh.

FREE PALESTINE | DAILY CLICK | DO NOT BUY TLOU2 REMASTERED

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

You woke up to the sound of hacking and groaning.

Your heavy eyes force themselves open as you feel Ellie’s body shift from right next to you. You hear her mutter soft curses to herself as she lifts her body up to sit upright on her bed. You can hear her grab the Tylenol and water, taking a large gulp of the water until it is finished. Her body lifts up and off the mattress, grabbing the bucket and taking it out of the room.

Should you get up to show that you were awake? Should you wait until Ellie comes back?

As you hear the bathroom faucet turn on, you decide on getting up and out of bed as your shorts are itching at your skin. You slowly walk towards her bedroom door, grinning at her astronaut poster before making your way into the cozy hallway. You glance at the framed photos from Ellie and Sarah’s graduation, and a few other silly family ones with Tommy and Joel. You even caught a few with you and Hailee that you weren't aware that they had been framed.

You tiptoe into the kitchen and decide to cook up a hangover breakfast for Ellie. You tug open the fridge handle to grab the carton of a dozen eggs and the white bread from the pantry.

Eggs and toast are good, right?

When you turned on the stovetop, you carefully got out the pan from the cabinet. When you stood up, Ellie was standing right there in her boxers and tight black tank top. Ellie slightly jumped, seeming to have forgotten about your presence. You were about 97% sure she had also forgotten about the whole night before.

“Oh, Jesus. You scared me,” Ellie’s freckled nose scrunched up, probably due to her headache. She tilted her head to look at you, one eye-opening and a weak grin on her face before groaning out: “Morning.”

You scrunch your nose back at her, muttering a ‘morning’ in response. What were you supposed to say now? You place the pan on top of the burner ring, glancing at her as she slowly takes a seat on the island.

“You slept over?” Ellie hummed, scratching at her bandaged arm.

“Yeah, you asked me to,” you nod to confirm, leaning against the opposite end of the island.

Ellie’s brows seemed to rise at your words; not like she didn't believe you but more shocked that you even stayed.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Ellie admitted softly, picking at the skin around her fingernails.

You shook her head and turned your neck to stare at her side profile. She really was perfect in every way. You could stare at her forever.

“It was nothing, Els. Plus, I’m treating you to a homemade breakfast.” You shrug your shoulders before plastering on the strongest smile.

Ellie lightly chuckled at that before shutting her eyes tightly to ease the pressure in her head.

“Not to bother you but did I say or do anything that was just… questionable?” Ellie asked as she was now staring at your face, eyes darting between your eyes and lips.

You try not to show it on your face as every single moment from the night before flashes in your mind. The bathroom. Baby. How painful it was to be around you; not in the mean way but in the bittersweet way.

This was it. The talk that you were dreading from the night before. The sunlight from the large windows from the living room light up Ellie’s pale freckled face with a gentle yellow glow. Your palms were getting clammier by the minute.

“No, no, not questionable,” you laugh softly as you glance at the burning stove.

Ellie let out a breath of relief and shut her tired eyes. “Okay, good. I haven’t been this hungover… like ever.”

You frown at her as you open the flap to the egg carton, grabbing two eggs. You cracked them both, making sure they were separated as you began to fry them. Ellie was silent, head in her palms as she shook her head.

“I’m not drinking ever again,” Ellie groaned out.

You softly laugh at her dramatics, unraveling the loaf of bread to pop two in the toaster. The whole time you were cooking breakfast, you thought about how to bring up what she had said last night. Ellie was rambling about this new move she was going to learn on her board and that’s all you can think about.

Would she even believe you?

Would she dismiss it as her being drunk and stupid? Even if she did, you think that would hurt worse than her just not believing you whatsoever.

As you plated your and Ellie’s breakfast, you cleared your throat with a nervous smile.

“Actually, Els, I did wanna ask you about something you said. Well, a few things but they all… relate to one another,” you ramble out, the tips of your fingers tingling and the beat of your heart thumping in your ears.

Ellie’s eyes stared at you curiously.

“What did I say?” Ellie hesitantly asked as she took a bite of her fresh buttered toast.

You avoid her eye line and shrug your shoulders, poking at the egg in your plate with your fork.

“I may be reading into it too much but you kind of said that you feel guilty about thinking about me in a certain way. That Hailee would kill you if she knew,” you recited back to her, almost wincing as her chewing audibly stopped. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

A few beats of silence passed, your heartbeat racing uncomfortably quick. You looked up to see Ellie’s freckled face flushed a soft red and her eyes wide.

“Well, what do you think it means?” Ellie got out but not without again, avoiding your eye line as best as she could.

“That you have feelings for me.”

Your mouth moved faster than your brain could process as you needed to know the sober truth. Ellie’s pale flushed skin somehow deepened in color as she shoved the rest of her piece of toast in her mouth. You furrow your brows at her, tilting your head slightly.

“I do.” Ellie winced and shook her head.

While Ellie was expecting an annoyed expression, preparing herself for you to call her weird or anything derogatory. Or worse, being let down easy. But when you smiled at her, she felt her heart leap into her throat.

“To think drunk you has more guts than sober you does,” you tease with a soft laugh, taking a bite of your own toast.

Ellie’s jaw dropped at your words before she shook her head. “I was vulnerable and drunk. Fuck you.”

You let out a few chuckles before leaning forward into Ellie’s space with a bright grin.

“You know I like you too, right?”

“Well, now I do, yeah.” Ellie snorted, her blush still prominent on her features as she dug into her fried egg.

That was a lot easier than you thought. Huh. Who would’ve thought all it took was Ellie getting plastered for this to happen?

“So, um, I don’t mean to bother but do you have any clothes I could borrow? I’m not gonna lie to you. These jean shorts are so uncomfortable to be in.” You shyly asked as you were finishing up your own egg.

Ellie nodded and got up from her seat, looking you up and down.

“Yeah. C’mon. Pick out what you want.”

You ended up in a pair of Ellie’s baggy red basketball shorts and a plain black oversized tee. Ellie’s hands, respectfully, landed on your waist when you had stepped out of her room in her clothes. Her eyes seemed to be drinking you in like you had on a skin-tight dress.

“I could really get used to this,” Ellie hummed as her hands massaged your hips with a giddy grin.

“Good. Because you’re going to have to,” you state confidently, leaning in closer so that your nose was grazing over against her own.

Ellie’s smile grew at your words as she tugged you in impossibly closer, your hips touching. Her eyes were flickering down to your lips for probably the thousandth time. It was killing you how badly you wanted to kiss her. You had mentally checked that you had both brushed your teeth after you had both finished eating so at least your first kiss with Ellie wouldn’t taste like oil and eggs.

You’ve known her for half of your life and been obsessed with her for just about that same amount of time. A little kiss (or two) wouldn’t hurt, right? You looked down at her bandaged forearm, tracing the wraps.

“How does your arm feel?” You hummed.

Ellie, too, looked down at her arm, eyes flickering from you to the injured skin.

“Better. I think that kiss really helped with the healing process.” Ellie cheekily said.

You tilt your head, eyes locked on hers as you hum to yourself as you are clearly distracted by the comforting green staring back at you. Ellie’s eyes looked down at your lips, the burning stare becoming unbearable. You lifted your jaw ever so slightly, hoping she would get the hint.

Ellie didn’t hesitate before closing the empty space between the two of you, humming against your soft lips. You follow her movements, hands on her freckled shoulders before they cup at the underside of her sharp jaw. Ellie’s rough hands were holding onto your waist only in ways that you would daydream about.

The kisses slowed into feather-soft pecks and Ellie’s lips followed down your hot cheeks to your collarbone. Your head tilts back as your hands run through her short hair, nails scratching at her scalp. She hums along the skin at the feeling of your fingers. Your hands moved down to her upper back as you felt her lips take the skin in between her teeth and nibbling on it.

“Ellie,” you warn teasingly.

Ellie pulled away after a few more seconds of sucking and tugging on the skin, smirking to herself at the reddening mark. Your chest was rising and falling with excitement as you kissed her once again.

“What?” Ellie replied innocently to which you shake your head.

“If there’s a hickey on my collarbone, Els, I get to make an even bigger one on you,” you tell her with narrowed eyes.

Ellie chuckled at you and muttered an ‘oh no’ before tugging you back to kiss you deeply. You smile like a love-sick teenager against her lips and resting your forearms on her shoulders.

The two of you spent the rest of that morning talking about what you felt for one another but that one thing is certain: you weren't going to tell Hailee. At least, not yet.

You both wanted to enjoy this and keep this between the two of you so that you could figure out your relationship on your own. Your mom wouldn't know, Joel wouldn't know, your friends wouldn't know and Hailee sure as hell won’t know.

If you were going to be honest, it seemed like it was going to be quite easy for the most part. Hailee was a little preoccupied with building her relationship with Vincent so that actually went well. You guess you and Hailee were the same with relationships: more private about it.

However, that didn’t stop Hailee from hounding you the second you stepped into your house that afternoon. You were on a bit of a high from spending time with Ellie, cheeks flushed and heart full.

“Where the hell have you been, dude?” Hailee grimaced at your appearance, eyes squinting from the living room couch.

You shut your tired eyes as you shut the front door, turning the lock once and kicking off your shoes. You had your change of clothes in a neatly folded stack underneath your arm. “I had to sleep over at Ellie’s. She was fuckin’ wasted, Hails.”

Hailee blinked and her eyes lowered from your mess of hair to the clothing that was very clearly Ellie’s. You moved out of her view, making a b-line to the kitchen to grab a cup from the cupboards to get water from the fridge.

“She never texted me about it,” Hailee furrowed her brows and looked down at her phone.

“Well, maybe because she could barely stand,” you quipped as you took a sip of your water.

Hailee looked up from her phone, ready to make a snarky comment when she looked you up and down slowly. Like she was examining you.

“Are those… Ellie’s clothes?” Hailee questioned, trying not to make it obvious that she was weirded out by it.

You shrug your shoulders and glance down at the baggy tee on you, forcing your blush back into your body. It wasn’t too oversized to the point where if you adjusted the shirt in any way, she might see the dark hickey Ellie left on your collarbone.

“Yeah. I was uncomfortable in jean shorts,” you pointed to your previous outfit that was folded onto the counter. “It was riding up my ass.”

Why the hell was she asking you so many damn questions?

“Alright, weirdo. You wanna get donuts? I’m starving.” Hailee changed the topic as she typed rapidly on her phone, a smile creeping onto her lips.

You snort at her and shake your head.

“Sure, yeah. I’m driving though.” You mention, holding up the keys to your shared car.

“God, fine. Mom said I need to practice more so I’ll drive back,” Hailee rolled her eyes and made her way to the front door.

The sibling banter almost made you forget about the entire morning and the previous night you had. How you nearly spilled about the make-out session you and Ellie had. Arguing weirdly always made you and Hailee feel closer as odd as it sounds. Like you could tell her anything.

Maybe this was going to be harder than you expected.

Two weeks passed and you and Ellie were finally able to go out on your first date. Hailee had informed you, your mom, and Ellie that she and Vincent were going to the more city part of where you lived to go eat at some fancy restaurant she had heard of. You were quick to send Ellie a text about it.

hailee and vincent won’t be home tomorrow…

i should probably ask u out rn right?

if u want a gf, yes! :)))

will you go out on our first date tomorrow pretty girl?

YES 😫

im gonna pee im so excited

maybe i regret it already🙁

no u don’t

no more touching my ass since u wanna be acting like that

:((((

noooo you’re so sexy pls😣

hmmm sexualizing me smh

im attracted to ur heart and soul baby ;)

much better <3

ok but actually where should we go

call me and we’ll talk about it xx

Before you knew it, you and Ellie walked hand in hand as you journeyed through the Natural Science Museum. Very fitting for you and Ellie — especially Ellie. You had way too much fun as you took various photos on your digital camera of Ellie posing next to different skeletons of dinosaurs copying their poses. It all felt so natural and comfortable to be so couple-y with the auburn-haired girl.

“You’re such a dork,” you say with a big smitten grin as you snap another photo.

Ellie put her arms down and motioned for you to pose as well. “Come on, you know you want to.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before handing her the digital camera with a soft chuckle, walking over to where she was in front of the podium of the history of the dinosaurs. You copied the T-Rex’s little arms and dropped your jaw. Ellie snapped the photo, smirking behind the camera.

“I have never been more attracted to you,” Ellie spoke with an equally giddy grin.

This time, you flipped her off which she all too happily captured the memory of. You walked back over to her and snatched the small gray camera from her palm and jerked your head towards a sign that was dangling from above.

In big bold letters, it read ‘planetarium’.

Ellie’s brows furrowed in confusion for a moment but quickly was replaced with excitement. She grabbed your hand and practically sprinted to the entrance of the planetarium, dragging you along with the sound of her Converse squeaking on the floors. People gave you weird looks at how elated the auburn-haired girl was but you weren’t paying attention to them.

You were focused on Ellie’s adorable smile that could be framed and how she leaned into you to kiss your cheek. The two of you sat down in one of the middle rows in the dome theater. There were only a few other people scattered throughout the seating area which made you all the more comfortable to rest your head on Ellie’s clothed shoulder, a content sigh falling past your lips.

Ellie’s green eyes shone with interest as the screen played an animated movie that you think was about the cosmos. You were honestly too focused on the pretty girl right next to you. Ellie lowly whispered to you about how ‘fucking dope’ everything looked. You did agree.

Space was unknown to you and most but Ellie’s little comments here and there over the narration made you all the more intrigued.

“Hey,” you whisper to Ellie as her eyes flicker from star to star.

Her head turns first before her eyes follow, attention locked on whatever you need to say.

“Hey,” Ellie whispered back, a small grin on her lips. “You okay?”

“Just wanted to say that… I’m glad to see you so happy. It makes me happy, Els,” you shyly admit, one of your hands tracing her veins on her arms.

Through the dim lighting of the theater, you swore you saw Ellie’s freckled cheeks deepen to a pink hue. She didn’t hesitate to take her free hand to nudge underneath your chin to kiss your awaiting lips. You follow the gentle movement, sighing against her with contentment. She pulls away ever so slightly so that your noses are brushing past one another.

“I’m always happy when you’re around,” Ellie admits, her thumb brushing over your chin as her eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

Overwhelmed with joy, you ended up whispering with a teasing grin: “Sap.”

Ellie just pecked your lips with an equally teasing grin.

“Takes one to know one,” she mutters under her breath.

You didn't deny it.

You didn’t want to either. Yeah, you were both saps but who gave a fuck? You felt happy. So fucking happy. You rested your head back on her shoulder, cuddling into her inviting touch. Her head leaned onto your own, a content smile on her lips as you took her hand in yours.

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bloodpawprint · 21 hours

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please write a pervyneighbour!ellie fic I’m begging u PLEASEEEE need her so bad

ellie williams x fem!reader .. sfw ? ౨ৎ

this is more like... pervycrazyobsessiveneighbour!ellie

did you really... leave your window open...?

either ellie had suddenly lucked out, or you couldnt sleep due to the hot weather... maybe both. didnt matter, she continued to pry open your window further.

she knew it was wrong— illegal. but how could she resist you? her sweet, kind new neighbour who always left your blinds open and only smiled when you caught her gawking from her own house.

her feet land on your bedroom floor with a thump, she feared it would wake you, but you dont move an inch. you should be thankful its not some random creep sneaking into your window in the middle of the night, just ellie.

she just wanted to make sure you were safe.

your room was still stuffy with heat despite the cool breeze of the night. but it still brushes over your body, causing your nipples to harden under the thin cloth of your tank top

you've caught her staring before, but you were certain it was harmless. maybe she couldnt hold eye contact... she's harmless.

ellie stalks closer to your bed. youre so peaceful and unaware that it worries her... anyone could break in and harm you, it breaks her heart to think about

she's supposed to protect you, thats why you moved next door right? for her to protect and take care of.

she stands tall at the side of your bed, watching you stir in your sleep and unconsciously kick the covers partially off your body.

she can see the shine of sweat over your body, her poor girl.

she wished to help you; maybe she would gift you a fan tomorrow. maybe you wouldnt even notice the camera implanted on it.

she crouches beside you as you turn on your side, snuggling your face into the pillow. she craves the feeling of your skin against her hands, squeezing everywhere she wants to and planting kisses and love bites all over.

she knows you want that too, she can feel it. why else would you move next door? youre just playing hard to get.

she lifts her hand carefully, letting the tips of her fingers just graze over the side of your face and down your neck. her breathing picks up, the slightest touch making her chest feel light and fluttery. "my girl..."

her fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt, using it as an excuse to touch your cleavage. you were perfect. she didnt deserve you, didnt deserve your love and devotion.

but oh how she needed it.

you were her life now, she lives and breathes you— and you remain clueless.

she leans forward, softly kissing the tip of your nose. "i love you."

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les4elliewilliams · 2 days

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OK OK HMO

How about ellie giving reader anal as a punishment kinda thing for coming home so late after a party?? PLS I LOVE MEAN ELLIE

omgomg. I swear I'm so obsessed with mean Ellie. Sure, she's lovely and she can be such a sweet, caring, thoughtful girlfriend. Put your health and well-being above everything else, but at the same time, she can be a big meanie. And all I can think of is that one coworker!ellie fic I wrote not too long ago. She's such a meanie, I would love to fight her ass for hours to be honest, even for no reason at all; just seeing her getting all riled up and fuming red is such a turn on?????? like be mean to me i'll cum. ANYWAYS!!

cw ; wc: 4k words approximately. anal sex, smut (no shit! ik.). she accuses you of cheating, and she won't let you cum ;( dom!ellie if it wasn't obvious. kind of rushed towards the end and not proofread, sorry :((

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

Afterparty punishment.

As you stepped out of the Uber, you were blinded by the bright glow of your phone's screen. You stared at all the lost calls and texts from your girlfriend, chewing on your bottom lip. Though you had heard your phone ringing, you wanted to stay longer with your friends and unwind after a long and stressful week at work. But your girlfriend had made it clear that she expected you to be home by midnight, and it was already 3 in the morning. You couldn't help but wish that she was sound asleep by the time you entered your small shared apartment — but you knew it was unlikely. You had a strong feeling that she was up, waiting for you, probably ready to lash out at you for being so late and not answering any of her calls or texts. You could already feel the tension rising as you approached your apartment complex.

You carefully turned the key in the lock, twisting it slowly and quietly, hoping not to disturb her in case she had dozed off while waiting for you to return home. As you pushed the door open, you could hear the low hum of the television set emanating from the living room. You tiptoed forward, trying not to make any noise, but just as you stepped into the room, she turned her head to look at you. Despite the calm expression on her soft features, you knew that she was anything but relaxed. Her eyes bore into you with a piercing intensity, and you could feel the full force of her anger emanating from her. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were fixed on your every move, waiting for you to speak first. You could tell that she was furious, and you braced yourself for the storm that was sure to come, letting out a long sigh.

You were the one who broke the silence first "Hi babe." your voice sounded gentle and subdued, your facial expression tinged with a hint of guilt. You slid your coat off your shoulders and hung it by the hooks on the wall. The air inside felt different than when you left to go to your best friend's party, and you could sense something was off. Her voice was soft yet firm and harsh as she replied, "Hey." She didn't even sound as sweet as she did when she said goodbye to you before you left. You kicked your heels off and left them by the door, not bothering to put them away even though you often yelled at Ellie for leaving her worn-out sneakers by the door.

"Where the hell have you been?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger as she stood up from the couch and marched over to you. Her previously calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by frustration and annoyance. Her face was freckled and scrunched up in anger, as she struggled to contain her emotions. "I'm so sorry, I was stuck in a traffic j-" you began, your voice apologetic. But it was clear that she was infuriated with you. She had called you multiple times, texted you, spammed your phone, but you never answered any of her calls. As time passed, she became increasingly worried that something might have happened to you and couldn't believe you could be so careless. She scoffed at your attempt to make up an apology, knowing that it was a lie, she wasn't buying it. She looked at you skeptically, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "A traffic jam?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You expect me to believe you were stuck in the traffic for over three hours?" She shook her head and let out a loud sigh of disapproval. It was clear that she thought you could have come up with a better excuse.

Just when you were about to respond to her rhetorical question, the woman abruptly raised her hand to signal you to keep quiet. "Don't even try to give me that bullshit," she scolded, her voice rising in anger. "You could have at least answered my calls or texted me back. But no, you just leave me sitting here, not knowing where you are or if you're okay." Her frustration was palpable, and she wasn't done yet. "I trusted you to be home by midnight. Do you have any idea how late it is?" she continued, her voice even louder and more incensed. Her arms were tightly crossed, causing her biceps to bulge, and you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on them for a few seconds longer than necessary. So fucking toned, she was too fucking fine even when fuming red and when she looked like she was about to strangle you.

You stood there before her, silent and unmoving as she let loose her verbal barrage. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she continued to scold you. She's all fired up, and you could feel the heat emanating from her body. "It's three in the damn morning," she growled, her words like daggers in your ears. She didn't leave any room for an argument, as if you had any reason to protest. The anger that fuelled her words didn't dim her beauty, though. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over you as you watched her. With her black tank top hugging her curves and torso perfectly, her bulging bicep muscles inviting you to come closer, run your fingertips over her smooth and freckled skin, just like you usually did in the bedroom. The fire in her eyes, her commanding presence, and the way her body moved with each angry gesture all combined to create a powerful aura that was almost...hypnotic. You found yourself inching towards her, your tongue running along your bottom lip, not that she seemed to notice, too busy lashing out at you "Just because I leave you the freedom to go out with your friends doesn't mean you can leave for that long and be completely unreachable," she spat, her lips curling up in disdain. The rage in her voice was like a torrential downpour, drenching you in her fury.

You let out a laugh and watched her face shift from surprise to confusion and eventually to anger. She towered over you, her towering frame casting a shadow over you. "Oh you think this is funny? You think this is fucking funny?" she spat out, her musky scent invading your nostrils as she stepped closer. She took a deep sniff, "What, are you drunk too?" she asked with disdain, this time actually waiting for you to talk "Just tipsy, El."

A scowl etched across her face, the lines around her mouth and between her brows more pronounced. "Who were you with? Cause I'm sure someone kept you there, am I right?" she accused you, her voice low and husky, as if she was battling with her thoughts and emotions. Her words carried a hint of insecurity, a slight crack in her usual confident facade. Her jealousy was a sign of her affection, a sign that she cared deeply for you and feared losing you. She has always been overthinking it since she met you. You were so perfect, too perfect. Out of her league. She knew she was wrong for accusing you, yet her anger and insecurities overtook her logic. It was like a fever that burned deep within her, urging her to let her emotions take control. But she also knew she could trust you, you had proven her multiple times. You were the only thing in her life that gave her a sense of stability, and she was terrified of losing that. Even as she raged and accused, there was a part of her that wished she could take it all back, but the damage was done. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and she didn't know how to fix it, yet she couldn't bite her tongue. "Ellie, are you seriously accusing me of cheating on you?" You felt a sense of disbelief and hurt at her accusatory tone, your eyes narrowing as you tried to understand why she would say such a thing.

"I don't fucking know. Did you?" Words kept slipping from her lips, dripping with venom and malice. You could almost feel the weight of her anger pressing down on you, suffocating you with her wrath. She crossed her arms over her chest like a fortress, her eyes narrowing as she watched you with a mix of uncertainty and suspicion. Her body language was rigid as if she were trying to hold back an explosion of emotion beneath the surface. Her jealousy was undeniable, like a fire burning in the pit of her stomach, consuming her from inside.

"Are you dumb?" you exclaimed. You had never given her any reason to doubt you, so her words hit you like a blow to the gut. Despite her insecurities, she had never accused you of anything like this before, and it left you feeling hurt and confused. Your chest felt tight as if the accusation had left a physical imprint on your body, making it hard to breathe. You looked at her with a mixture of anger and disbelief, not quite sure of how to respond. "Are you a whore?" Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to process what she had just said, and a flush of anger and arousal spread across your chest like wildfire. Your cheeks flamed with a blush, but you tried to suppress it, not wanting her to know how deeply her words had affected you.

"Excuse you?!" You snapped. She kept gazing at you like a laser beam, drilling into your soul. You were unable to move or speak as she stood over you, her toned arms crossed as if daring you to speak out of turn. You were simply speechless, your words dying in your throat, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a ton of bricks. "Did I stutter?" She repeated, her words dripping with sarcasm, and you could see the fury in her green irises. You were left speechless, your mouth open but no sound escaping your lips. "Take your clothes off," she demanded you, her voice low and firm; you were frozen in shock as her words hit your ears. You felt your heart start to race at her words, your mind struggling to comprehend what she was asking you. "Wha-" but she cut you off, predicting your question "Your actions have consequences," her tone stern and unforgiving.

There you were, bent over on the couch, your ass prominently displayed for her hungry and unforgiving eyes and your weight balanced precariously upon the palms of your hands sinking into its cushions, you found yourself in a vulnerable position while her eyes devoured every inch of your exposed skin. She loved the sight of your fucking ass on display for her...man, she was loving every second of it. Love bites covered your collarbone, boobs, and neck. She was rougher than usual – not that you minded, of course. She stood behind you, adorned only in a pair of sleek, black boxer shorts and a strap that hung close to your dripping entrance. The anticipation mounted as she teased and taunted, never actually fucking you like you were begging her to, instead, choosing to punish and drive you insane. She knew the effect she had on you; this was some sort of game to her, a punishment, and she was playing expertly. You were making a mess on the couch, so wet, she swore she had never seen you this needy and desperate for her. Upon your left ass cheek, the imprints of her five fingers stung gently as she kept slapping over the same spot whenever you'd talk back to her with an attitude or when you'd try to ride her black strap, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this one bit.

She held your beloved vibrator dangerously close to your achingly responsive nub at the gentlest setting, but that was enough to send ripples of ecstasy coursing through your throbbing core, making your hips buck into her to seek for more, but again, she wouldn't give it to you. You groaned softly as she hovered over you, "Please, baby, fuck me, please..." You pleaded and pleaded, but she didn't budge. "What is it that you want, hm? My dick?" you whimpered when she set the purple wand pressed onto your clit to a different speed, making your hips wiggle and move around slightly; she knew you were close. "Don't you dare fucking cum without asking first" her voice ringing in your ears like a drumbeat. It was a harsh, demanding tone, but there was something almost musical about it, an undertone of raspy sensuality that turned your stomach in knots. "PleasePlease'mclose" You begged her for mercy, your voice pleading and desperate. You were completely at her mercy, utterly dependent on her for your release. "Baby..." She murmured softly, her voice like velvet laced with silk. This gentleness nonetheless held a mocking undertone that suggested further torture awaited you, leaving a few damp kisses on your back as she supported her half-upper body on your sticky and sweaty back. "If you had been home by midnight, none of this would happen." The gentle reminder hung in the air, another cruel twist of the knife, as she denied you the sweet release you so desperately sought, determined to prolong your punishment for the time being. It was the second time she was doing this, driving you fucking insane. Your walls clenched around emptiness, your whimpers growing increasingly pitiful and urgent. "Ellie... please, I'm going to cum," you pleaded softly. Unable to resist, you thrust your hips backward, seeking more of her; you needed her to fuck you badly, but she wouldn't even fucking touch you. You've been begging and begging for an hour now, still fucking nothing. When she heard you gasp, her emerald eyes traced downward, taking note of the tip of her strap, embedded in your drenched pussy. what a fucking slut, she thought to herself.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she withdrew, leaving you to emit a frustrated whine and an empty feeling behind; your wispy brows furrowed in despair, a picture of helpless longing. "Pleasepleaseplease... need you so badly," you pleaded, your voice wavering and weak. "I want to come on your cock" You failed to persuade her, it gradually dawned on you that she was immune to your usual tactics. A mournful groan echoed through the room as she turned the toy off, your neglected clit throbbing almost painfully. "Ellie, plea-" you began, only to be silenced by her stern interruption "How many hours were you late?" but you sighed, trying to apologize again "Baby, I'm so-" Her hand landed forcefully on your asscheek, followed by a gentle caress to soothe the lingering burn. This contradiction between tenderness and roughness sent shivers through you. An involuntary yelp escaped you, your hips involuntarily flinching away, only to be swiftly guided back into position. "Answer. The. Question, slut." she steely commanded "Three... three hours," you stammered, your voice thick with lingering desire, your breathing laborated.

Her voice, a mix of raspiness and sweetness, offered an ultimatum, "Last one before I actually let you cum, hmm?"

Three hours late, three orgasms taken away from you.

Finally thrusting into your aching hole and fucking it relentlessly just to pull out of you when you were about to cum. What a fucking dick.

Your body was trembling, your heart racing as you were completely out of breath. Every inch of you felt hypersensitive like you were on the verge of breaking apart. The sensations were overwhelming, almost too much to bear and she wasn't done with you yet.

"Please, may I now?" you implored, your gasps ragged. Mockingly, she replied, "Don't think you can handle it." Ellie teased, her voice dripping with playfulness, you could sense the mischievous grin appearing upon her freckled face in her voice, even if you couldn't see her. "You've got to be fucki-" Your protest was silenced mid-sentence, curtailed by her stern retort "Language. You want to cum or not?" Despite her harshness, amusement lurked beneath. Reaching for the forgotten lube on the coffee table, her weight shifted on her knees, her restlessness palpable; both of your and her knees were starting to hurt, but neither of you seemed to care enough. You exhaled, attempting to quell your nerves. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" she grumbled, twirling the cap between her nimble fingers. "I was worried, waiting here for you the whole time..." she confessed. "I lost track of time," you conceded, partly honest. You just wanted to drink with your friends, have fun, and stay out late. Was that so wrong?

You glanced over your shoulder, your head tilting ever so slightly, capturing her fluid motions as she opened the lube bottle, filling her palm with its slippery contents. When she noticed your fascinated gaze, she smacked your asscheek once more, this time setting your sensitive skin aflame. A whimper escaped you, "Eyes on the clock, princess," she crooned menacingly. "Needa learn how to not lose track of time, yeah?" she had this mocking tone going on, you winced "Stings..." your voice tinged with vulnerability as frustration smoldered in her eyes, eliciting a venomous "Maybe next time you''ll actually answer your fucking phone when I'm calling you" Your eyes darted to the clock hung on the wall before you, searching for some way to gauge the time that had passed. Each second felt like an eternity as your lungs burned with each breath, desperate for the relief withheld from you. The tick-tock of the clock only made the anticipation more intense, each sound like a taunt aimed at you. You couldn't help but wonder what she was planning next.

"I said I'm sorry" but your apology met deaf ears once again. "Sorry isn't enough for me, pretty" her skilled calloused fingers coated your asshole with slick; you couldn't still your restless hips, and the auburnette, anticipating your withdrawal, clasped your waist firmly. "Stop moving, damn it! Just hold still for a moment." Frustration simmered beneath her plea, your restlessness seriously testing her patience.

"Ellie!" you whined, struggling in vain, her strong grasp upon your hip muscle holding you in place. "I thought we agreed on no anal," you argued, but she swiftly shot back, "I thought we agreed you'd be home by midnight." You let out a deep sigh, rolling your eyes in defiance. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your heart pounding in your ears, and yet, you were too fascinated by the power dynamic created between the two of you.

"Fucking cunt," The words slipped from your lips unintentionally. You heard the slap before you felt it, a sharp and burning sting on your exposed skin. Your flesh felt on fire almost instantly, a reminder of the power that she held over you; the pain was an added layer to the excitement, and you were grateful for the rush of adrenaline it provided. "Still talking back, huh? Have you learned nothing?" Her voice was low but firm, a tone that shook your very core, sending chills down your spine. The power it held over you was like a drug, an exhilarating rush that left you absolutely desperate. You loved being put in your place, even if you'd never admit it out loud.

"Oh, but you can call me a whore?" She didn't even acknowledge your words, dismissing them with an airy huff. "Cause s'what you are." she muttered under her breath, her thumb tracing a wet path through your glistening folds, collecting the sweet nectar. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips, a hum of acknowledgment mingling with her words. "Look at this fuckin' pussy, god. You love when I'm mean to you, don't you?" she mused aloud. You were so fucking wet that it almost shocked her; she definitely was going to do this more often. Who knew you'd get so turned on while arguing? "Bet, this is why you always startin' shit" she accused you, chuckling dryly.

"Shut up," you pouted, she readjusted your posture with meticulous precision, her tattooed forearm brushing against her sweat-dampened brow, the silicone cock secure in her grip. She pressed the head against your resistant entrance. Before doing anything, sweet words of reassurance fell from her lips, a gentleness in her voice that you hadn't expected, but she still cared about your well-being and comfort; she loved you to death, after all. "Relax, babe... Last thing I wanna do is cause you pain." You felt your muscles relax as you listened to her; she let out a sigh before guiding it in slowly. "Fuck fuck!" Your cry of distress melted into a plea for relief, her thumbs pressing into your dimples of Venus for stability.

"Get the vibrator, baby," she commanded, pausing her invasion momentarily, allowing you to seek solace in the pulsing violet wand, the intense vibrations reducing the pain. "Ellie!" you cried out, amplifying the toy's relentless hum while she resumed her actions. "Ugh... You're so fucking tight," she grunted, her thumbs tracing gentle patterns along your spine, a balm to soothe your sensitive nerves.

"Ahh!" you gasped as she filled you fully, her digits digging into your supple curves, latching onto tender flesh. She drove her fake cock deeper into your tight stretched passage, letting your hole adjust to her size, stretching it out so good. Your hips sought hers in response, hungrily pursuing every retreat she made, and she laughed softly as soft moans were spilled from your lips. "Ohhh look at you. You fucking brat," immaculate moans spilled forth, painting a picture of pure pleasure and pain on your features. Your eyes rolled involuntarily in the back of your skull, the wand's vibrations maintained a steady assault on your nub, and the surroundings became faint murmurs.

She paused briefly, taking note of your trembling legs before lifting you effortlessly towards her, her chest pressed against your dampened back, you could feel her hard nipples pressed against your drenched skin. Her left hand groped your budding tit, as the other replaced your quivering hand with her own, the violet toy vibrating on your aching nub with renewed vigor. Your panting cries reverberated throughout the apartment and in her ears, mixed with frustrated squirms. It was fucking music to her ears. "Baby, fuck..." You were struggling, completely blissed out of your mind. Your eyes were stuck in the back of your head, your mind lost in pleasure. The sensations were becoming too much, unbearable. The toy's vibration was set higher, causing you to squeal and squirm in her hands. It was like being caught in a whirlwind, a tornado of sensations that were pushing you on the edge. Her hand teased and twisted the nipple between her fingers, her touch almost feathery in its softness. She was in control, and you were just her plaything. She hummed back, covering the purple marks on the side of your neck with persistent kisses as her strap continued to slide in and out of you. "Close, angel?" She hummed against the soft skin of your neck, and the vibrations tickled as she moved closer pressing a few more kisses on your skin. You could feel her breath on your skin, warm and inviting. She savored every little sound you let out for her; the sounds she forced out of you were all hers. She was making you feel this good, no one else.

Your hand intertwined with the one that rested on your breast, and your other hand reached for her, your fingertips tangled in her auburn hair, as she continued to attack your neck with kisses and your tight hole with her harsh thrusts. "Close...hmmm...p-please" Your whimpers filled the air like a sweet melody, one that seemed to echo in your girlfriend's ears for a prolonged time. "Not gonna pull out this time, princess. I promise," she reassured you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, yet they held an undeniable power over you. You felt as though you were melting into her arms, "Gonna be a good girl and listen to me for once?" which had you nodding vigorously, the hand between your thighs covered by a whole waterfall, you were so wet, she could hardly believe her eyes. "Alright, bunny. Cum for me, yeah?" she didn't even need to tell you twice, you've been holding it for so long that it felt good to finally let go. A tidal wave crashed upon you, the walls of your posterior clinging desperately to her strap.

You collapsed on all fours once again, your hands sinking into the cushions of the worn-out couch. The sound of your cries filled the air, and you were completely breathless. Your chest felt like it was on fire, the heat spreading throughout your body with a ferocity that you had never felt before. The sound of her breathing mixed with your ragged breaths. She slowly pulled out of your ass and discarded the purple toy somewhere on the floor.

"I was right by the way" Ellie suddenly said, leaving you puzzled. Her tone was triumphant, and you couldn't quite figure out what she was talking about. "'Bout what?" As you struggled to catch your breath, you managed to utter a few words, each one punctuated by a deep inhale and a ragged exhale. "You're a whore" you turned around, she greeted you with a playful tone. You couldn't help but notice her rosy cheeks and the glistening of her sweaty skin, with droplets of sweat rolling down her temples. Her lips curved into a cocky smirk, making you scoff in response. "And you're a cunt." you quickly responded back in the same playful tone.

"Need me to teach you another lesson?" She teased, beckoning you to nestle on top of her, your body adhering to her freckled, sticky skin. Trying to suppress your grin, you muttered "Shut up" in a lighthearted tone; she bursted out laughing at your reaction, finding it amusing.

"You better always be on time from now on," she said in a fake stern tone, her eyes fixed on you. "I learned my lesson," you replied, trying to sound apologetic. But deep down, you knew that you were going to repeat the same mistake, just to receive this kind of attention and treatment from her again. Unable to resist the thrill and the rush of adrenaline that came with being punished scolded from her.

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