avameller

[avameller]

HELLO? OMG

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥? ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

synopsis: The only constant that’s good enough to distract Pitfighter Vi is calling you when she’s horny

tags: Soft!dom Vi, CallGirl!reader, sesbian lex mwahahaha, established relationship, slight intoxication (i’m pretty sure she’s got a high tolerance by now…), cunnalingus, fingering, nipple play, cum eating, pet names (cupcake, sugar, etc.), praise, vulgar, explicit, smexy i think i hope i pray

wrd cnt : 1.5k

a/n: the wlw in me is awake and ready to scissor i mean succeed… i need to be all up in that icing eating the FUCK outta vi’s absolutely drowning in thst cupcake…anyways guys i’ll excuse myself

extra: also click the title for a song!!

Fight Drink Fuck.

The usual cycle for most Zaunites, especially one of your frequent callers…

You give her the benefit of the doubt- Until she’s calling you at 2am, clearly drunk in her own wallow and whiskey.

Once you make your way up the rusted stairs to Vi’s corner apartment, you knock just once and hear a rustling of clanking bottles and shuffling bedsheets.

The door swings open and you find a wide smiling Vi, a hand reaching for the back of waist to pull you in.

You know the place quite well and it’s…physical restrictions with the lack of space.

“Make yourself at home cupcake”. She says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as you follow, sitting on one of your legs.

“You need to be more careful in the pit” You mumble, your fingertips grazing over her bandaged chest, suddenly stopping as Vi feigns a painful wince.

“Just kidding…” She says while smirking, enjoying the concern on your face.

“You’re an asshole.” You say, planning to get off the bed, but you feel her calloused hand grab your forearm to pull you back into place on her lap, straddling her.

“Relax hun…” She coos, “I’ll be fine, especially with you here” She says, rubbing your back softly as she shifts you closer to her, feeling her nose graze the side of your neck as her chin hits your shoulder.

“Mmm…smells good”, you hear her say muffled into your neck.

“You smell like tequila…” You blurt out, earning a chuckle and a nod from her.

“Yeah not like it’s the first time.” She replies, fingers stroking up the sides of your torso, her eyes glued to yours.

“You look like you should sleep instead- your eyes have bags” You point out, touching her under eyes and finding your index covered in black paint.

“I sleep enough” She mumbles, raising her knees up and hoisting you high up in her lap, hands moving down to hold your hips in place.

“I’m suprised you answered my call, it’s past your bedtime.” She adds snarky, referring to your strict business hours as her attention is much more centered at softly squeezing your thighs.

“Funny for you to say.”

She rolls her eyes, running a hand through her disheveled hair and scoffing.

You roll your fingertips together, smearing the paint off your hands and into your clothes.

“Seriously though, heard you got your ass kicked tonight…is that why you’re especially a sore loser right now?”

You hear her chuckle, rolling away an empty bottom under her feet, “If I was such a sore loser why’d you show up? Seems like you don’t mind my drunken escapades.” Her eyes glint, enjoying the little back and forth.

“…Besides” She continued, “Don’t you like it when I call? Or is it all just…business?” She whispers, holding your chin in place to look at you as she tilts her face to get closer.

You feel a slight ache in your chest, a torsion in your stomach as she brushed a thumb across your bottom lip, her grey orbs looking into yours as the faint streetlights from outside seep into her small bedroom.

“Vi…it’s never just business with you”. You answer.

Her lips curved into a slow smile, and she leaned in closer, her breath mingling with yours. "Prove it," she whispered, her voice low and playful.

Your hands tightening slightly as they rested on her shoulders, feeling the firmness of muscle beneath the rough fabric of her shirt.

"How?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

She didn't answer right away, her eyes flicking down to your lips before returning to meet your gaze. "Kiss me," she breathed, the command hanging in the air like a challenge.

The distance between you seemed to shrink, the walls closing in until there was nothing but the two of you in this cramped, chaotic room.

Unable to resist, you leaned in, your lips brushing against hers in a tentative, almost shy and longing kiss.

Vi responded immediately, her lips pressing firmer against yours, hand sliding up to tangle in your hair as the other grips your hip, grinding you down onto her.

You parted your lips slightly with your thumb, allowing her to deepen the kiss, her tongue darting out to tease yours. The taste of tequila entering your senses

"More," Vi murmured against your lips, her voice hoarse with want.

You pulled back slightly, your eyes dark with desire as you looked down at her.

Her pupils were dilated and hungry, ripping away layers and layers of your clothing.

It wasn’t long until she satiated herself.

Big and rushed hands cupping your now bare breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under her touch.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into her mouth, arching into her hands as pleasure shot through your body.

“Fuck… you’re so beautiful,” Vi whispered, her voice shaking with emotion.

You didn’t respond with words, instead choosing to show her just how much she affected you. It was never just business.

Your hands slid down to her belt, fumbling with the buckle as you tried to free her from the constraints of her clothes.

She helped you, quickly unfastening the belt and tugging her pants down below her hips and thrown somewhere in the small room.

The sight of her bare skin, the smooth expanse of her abdomen made your breath catch in your throat. You wanted to devour her, to lose yourself in the sensation of being so close and filthy.

She scooted back, moving you with her until she pushed you flat on your back, head on the big flat pillows near the headboard.

“Vi- wait…” You whisper, getting glimpses of her bruised knuckles.

“Yeah, cupcake?” She asked, her body hovering above yours with her hands on each side of your head.

You stammer about, “…are you sure? Maybe we shouldn’t-“

You get shushed pretty fast, feeling as Vi shifted her weight, allowing you to feel every inch of her against you. "Don't you dare overthink this," she whispered, fingers tangling in your hair as she tilted your head back, exposing the delicate curve of your neck. "Just feel."

Your brows contort in pleasure as you feel her lips kiss and nip at the canvas of your neck, leaving violet marks along your skin as her fingers danced down your stomach to the hem of your panties.

“Aww…these are pretty cute.” She remarks with a sweet chuckle, watching you get embarrassed before pulling them down your legs as she crouches to lay between your legs.

Even after so many times, you feel like you’re getting put under a spotlight every-time Vi scans her eyes over your wet cunt, fingers messily playing with your folds and rubbing your inner thigh, never giving it to you off the bat.

You feel the glare of her eyes on your slippery skin, her breath so close and tantamount to torture.

“Stop staring…” You mumble, hands coming to hold her hair, hearing her chuckle again.

“So impatient…”, she whispers before finally dipping into you, her tongue tracing up your slit to taste you.

You feel your body burn up, undeniably excited for more.

As her tongue flicked against your most sensitive spots, all thoughts seemed to blur into a haze of wanting- needing more.

Her hands grounded you firm, fingers curling against your inner thighs as she effortlessly held you in place, all the while eliciting sultry sounds from you that only turned her on more.

“Vi more…” You breathed out, ragged and needy.

“Tell me what you want, cupcake,” she murmured against your skin, her voice low and sultry- a smirk playing on her lips.

“Please, Vi…your fingers” you managed to breathe, feeling vulnerability wash over you but diluted in your carnal desire.

“See? Not so overthinking now, are we?” she teased, her fingers joining the fray; curling and stroking the spongy spot in your core with precision, back arching instinctively as a primal need surged through you.

“God, Vi…” you moaned, lost in the haze of pleasure she was gifting you, your skin aflame with every touch, every caress that had you spiraling closer to the edge.

And even when you reach it, it won’t be enough, not for her.

“Stay still for me baby…just need s’more…” She huffs out, palms pressing down on your inner thigh to open you up as she presses a flat tongue on your clit.

You groan lowly, feeling her fingers digging into your skin just enough to feel good.

“Vi- I can’t-“

“Yes you can” She groans into your wet lips, “You can take it, sugar”.

You gripped the sheets, feeling your fingernails dig into your own flesh from between the fabric, hips rolling up toward her face as she greedily laps up all the essence spilling and spilling out of your swollen cunt, swallowing up her groans as Vi continues to make you shake and writhe.

You’ll pick up tomorrow’s call too, won’t you?

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[avameller]

I want this irl.

like animals ₊ ⊹

ellie williams x f!reader

you’re ovulating and your partner—Ellie—is looking a little too good

tw: PURE FILTH, not proofread, farmer!ellie, established relationship (gf or married, I imagined married), ellie can carry reader, e can hold onto r’s hair, needy reader, multiple rounds of sex, strap described as Ellie’s dick, strap sucking (e receiving), strap (r receiving), oral (r&e receiving), fingering (e&r receiving), muscle kink, degrading, making out, grinding, spit kink, this is straight up filth yall im not fucking joking

wc ✎ 2.5k

It seeps into your system, spreading quickly when that time arises. It makes you feel hot, insatiable. The feeling erases most common sense and fills it instead with a need. Essentially you act as if you’re in heat.

The moment you knew that time had crept up on you was when you were washing a few dishes in the sink and caught Ellie talking to your neighbor. The sun, the golden rays had been placed just ever so perfectly to shape out her muscles—her tattoo. The one that was shining with your wetness just a day ago?

She was keeping a conversation going between the two of them whilst picking up and moving these bails of hay. Safe to say the water ran over your still fingers as you eyed her, checking her out.

Started with her arms before it switched over to her back. There were times when she was working in the heat of the day, so she’d remove her top shirt while cooling off. You met her on the porch, handing her a glass of tea and checking in on her. That’s when you noticed her fingers. The length, veins, the way she held onto the glass. Truth be told, you barely heard a thing she said.

Walking down the steps? Your eyes were hooked on her back as she put her shirt back on. The thoughts were getting increasingly intense with each passing minute. Just before her shirt completely slipped over her back—covering it—you noticed the light scars on her skin. The little scars you planted there after a session not too long ago. Fuck you needed her. Ellie had reached the bottom step when you finally found your voice.

“Els—?”

She hums, turning around and getting rightfully spooked at how close you covered the space between you two. You made it to the bottom of the steps, pulling on her jean loop to kiss her. She’s a bit taken aback but ultimately ends up kissing back—bringing a hand to cup your cheek. Your heart skips when you feel her hand slide down your body, holding and gripping onto your waist.

“Mm was that all you needed?”

You should say yes. Yes, you’re done, nothing else, continue working—

“No,” you grip onto her like she’ll leave, “no, Ellie I need more.”

You’re so blessed when you feel her silly grin, it makes you giddy inside. A laugh breaking from you when she holds under your thighs and carries you back inside—pushing you against the wall. Since waking up with a fuzzy mind already, all this making out did was send you into outer space. Something Ellie loves to talk about when you sit out on the porch at night, looking at the stars.

“Please,” you beg, voice whiny, “please Ellie, don’t tease.”

She had her lips on your neck, engaging in your usual foreplay. It was absolutely maddening, you wanted her fingers in you now—not whatever this was. Usually it’s nice, but now it’s frustrating you.

You grip her hand that was placed on your hip, pulling it down to your already dripping cunt.

Usually you’d never do this, but this time it’s different. You’re drunk in your own lust.

Ellie catches on quickly, pulling your garments off and hiking one thigh over her hip—spreading you out for her. She drags her fingers up your heat and chokes on a moan.

“Shit you’re soaked, like—holy shit.”

You loose your mind when she pushes a finger though. Nails dig into her shoulder and your lips are dropped open in a shaky gasp. Her fingers, her lips, her sweaty hair and skin, her arms, her thighs, the way the pants sit on her waist, her ass, her voice—everything about her was turning you on.

You came embarrassingly quick. Might’ve been a new record. The moment your eyes opened this morning you felt as if you were already on edge, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some of the edge off. But you should’ve known nothing would except her.

She laughed a little, drawing her fingers out and wiping them on her pants.

“Love you,” she mumbles, pressing a kiss to your lips and wondering back out onto the porch—leaving you panting against the wall.

Little did she know that didn’t sedate you, it only fueled the fire.

You met her in the barn later, catching her when she was staring to feed the horses. The way she had you this morning had crept up when she came into view and reminded you yet again of how attractive she was.

“Do we need more horse feed soon? Looks like we just have two barrels left.”

She looks back at you, momentarily stopping her scoop of the feed, “yeah sounds good. I can put the order in tonight.”

“I can do it, it’s no problem.”

She stood full height, looking to you with a bit of confusion in her eyes, “why’re you out here?”

To see you.

“Doing an inventory check.”

She hummed, moving along to feed your third horse. You stood there, shoulder leaned against the barn wall—eyeing her move around and do the chores you’re very similar with. She noticed, eyes changing in color after a bit when she realized the intent.

She tossed the scoop back into the barrel before her hands pulled your hips towards hers as she leaned in for a quick kiss. She had an arrogant smile, one that made you feel things. You reached a hand into her hair, pulling her back down for a kiss after a kiss after a kiss.

Next thing you knew you were being pushed back into the small tack room, shoved back against the table. She had you sat up on the table, legs wrapped around her shoulders as she ate you out. Your sounds filled the room, reaching her ears and transforming into a melody so beautiful it made Ellie’s throb. She moaned herself from your sounds and the way you tasted on her tongue.

You could almost cry, it felt amazing. It was like rain on a hot day, cooling you off from the warm that filled you. She’s holding your legs wide, arms wrapped around them so you can’t close them on her head. And fuck it’s driving you crazy, because any jolt of your hips has her muscles flexing.

“Els—“ you gasp, eyes dazed, “please.”

She had her eyes locked onto yours, her pupils blown wide just like yours. Only took another movement and you were coming on her tongue, head falling onto the wall behind you. It feels good, it always feels good—but now, each orgasm has increased tenfold. She stands to her full height, bringing a hand through her hair to brush it back and out of her face before reaching to help you. It was like it was practiced—long fingers gripping your chin, tipping it back so she could kiss you and let her spit (with the taste of you) fall onto your tongue.

You stand on wobbily legs, mind running around from the enactments just before. She had you wrap your arms around her shoulders as she sets your clothes back on straight—sharing kisses in between.

“Mm, my lips are all swollen now—“ you complain, but despite that you’re leaning back in for another kiss.

“You can tell me to stop,” she says, voice rasping near your ear.

You should. It was only noon. The last thing this farm and the both of you needed was the two of you going at it once again. The absolute last thing needed was you finding another way to meet her in the middle of a task to distract her. Nobody needed it, and yet it happened again.

You had met her near the house, seeing her talk to someone she’s introduced you to and yet you’ve forgotten the name. He’s an older man, near his 70s. Faintly you recall Joel, Ellie’s sort of father figure, introducing him to you as well. Due to the missing name, you gave him a polite smile instead and asked how his day was going. He was on his way eventually, hopping back in his truck and driving off.

“What did he need?”

She waves it off, resting her hands on her hips, “nothing, what’d you need?”

It had happened all too quick and before either of you could fully grasp it you had her spread beneath you, hot moans escaping her from the way you had her writing in pleasure. It flowed almost naturally. Just bringing her down with you when you reached the house. It was near her office, just outside the door.

Her leg was hiked up, giving you room to lick her all over and to easily move your fingers into her cunt. She was just as drenched as you were earlier, the sessions you shared only teasing her—so now it was your chance to give back. You needed her. Each time she made you come, she was up and out the door immediately after. Now, you were going to make her stay, she couldn’t wiggle herself out.

A hand was gripping your hair, pulling you into her—while the other was draped over her face. Her skin was flush, hot to the touch and tan from the sun. Some areas were tan, her farmers tan was quite obvious. She felt like she was on cloud nine in many ways. The way you looked beneath her—eyebrows furrowed and moaning against her, red lips, watching you pump your fingers into her—it drove her insane. Her hands gripped you tighter, force put into it this time.

“S-shit, come on,” she says, voice scratchy, “you can do it better, I know you can. Fucking come on.”

You tried, genuinely feeling like you weren’t doing something—but whatever you did, it broke her over the edge. She came with a loud, stretched out cry—hips pushing against your tongue and fingers.

“O-oh, fuck. Fuckfuck, so good.”

It sedated you enough. The post-orgasm would help you feel relief. Any pent up energy, the type that ran through you like molten lava at just the sight of her, would decrease. Not vanish entirely, but a good chunk of it would decrease.

The reason why it didn’t vanish entirely is because just as you were making dinner, Ellie—fresh out of the shower—had come to wrap her hands around you from behind. Kisses were placed down your neck, moving to bite as she then pressed her hips into you.

“Feel that,” she asks with a teasing grin.

You hum, moving your head so she can kiss you on your neck some more. It’s embarrassing how quickly you get turned on yet again. You’ve come two times from her and leaned down under her to make her come a total of one time as well. You should stop, but yet again she found a way onto you this time—and who were you to stop it. You never wanted the feeling to stop.

The feeling of her skin on yours is intoxicating, and the first time you felt it today. Her tits on yours, her hair brushing your forehead, her thighs brushing yours. Her smell too, brought you to feel all the more bothered. She smelled heavenly, in many ways. The way she smells right out of a shower is the best moments. You genuinely look forward to it as if hinted at the beginning of the soft section of the day.

Usually, anyways.

“Deeper, come on.”

Her fingers, the one you’ve been eyeing all day, were gripping your hair—forcing you to take her strap deeper. You had beautiful unsheathed tears in your eyes, looking like diamonds with how you were looking up at her—the lamp lights reflecting off of them.

You’ve been gagging, nails gripping into her thighs—and she hasn’t let up. Knowing you’re enjoying it if the slick dripping onto the floor wasn’t a sign enough. She lets you lead it for a second, vision dark and full of lust as she watches you bob your head on her length.

“Yeah—yeah, just like that,” she says with a tone that makes you squirm, “suck my dick.”

And you do, until it’s covered in your saliva—enough for her to slam you onto the kitchen table. Your chest is pushed against the cold wood—making your nipples stand to their full attention. She grinds her length over your underwear, slipping it and letting it get caught touching your clit. It was all purposeful, she wanted you to beg for her—act like you’re in heat.

You do, no shock. Hips grind back on hers, tears in your cheeks as you try and hint.

“Shh, no crying, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,”you whisper, voice cracking, “please Els.”

She slides your under garnet to the side with her thumb, before pushing through. Your bottom lip drops open in a prolonged silent gasp. It stings so good, spreading you wide and open. It does something to your mind when she leans back and it pulls you back with her. Ellie groans softly from that, just from seeing how tight you are.

“Damn,” she drags her fingers around your entrance, “so fucking tight even though I’ve fucked you senseless just the other night.”

You nod, pushing back, “please Ellie, please fuck me I can’t—I need you, please!”

She finally does, settling a rough pace from the start. It shoves your thighs against the table side, and they act like a barrier. With it keeping your hips steady and set against a line—it makes her thrust all the more powerful. Your nails dig lines into the wood, tearing it up as you cry.

It’s so good. So good you can barely care to try and think about anything. The water bill, the burnt food—nothing. Nothing but her. It was so good.

From her side, you were laid out in front of her like a buffet on the table. Your ass moving with each thrust, it was hypnotic. She couldn’t keep her eyes away. Close to that was your face, half turned and shoved against the table—body sliding with each quick thrust. You practically bawled when you came, her length being grounded against that spongy spot while her fingers worked circles around your clit.

You legitimately thought you saw stars, mind dizzy as you came down from your high. Ellie was panting behind you, a dork look on her face as she stares down at the way you still grind back on her—despite having just come.

“You can tell me to sto—“

“No!”

It was going to be a long night.

taglist — @picklesarenice69

[avameller]

OMG.

⋆ make a woman out of me

christian!virgin!reader x ellie williams

summary ⋆ you swore to yourself you only longed for ellie in a platonic way, but as you get older you seem to realize just how pretty she really is.

warnings ⋆ 2.95k ⋆ smut, i might get cancelled 🤷‍♀️, reader (non penetrative) virginity loss, religious themes, ellie is 19, reader is 18, pastor's daughter!reader, mentions of homophobia, alludes to reader's parents being homophobic, ellie smokes weed, pet names (pretty girl, babe, honey, baby, good girl), cursing, first kiss, corruption, corruption kink, oral (r recieving)

time moved slowly within the parameters of jackson. the same familiar faces, day in and day out. though, it was comforting living in such a community. the horrors of the world beyond the walls that stood tall was something you rarely wanted to think about. it made you sick to your stomach to think of your friends, loved ones, even people you weren't particularly close with, outside of the safe walls, being face to face with whatever monsters marred the unhabitual world.

your parents were strict with religion, your father being the only self acclaimed paster that jackson has ever had to offer. there was never a time you could remember, even before finding refuge in the cozy town, where your parents weren't devout. vivid memories of your mother's fingers gliding over the cross necklace she wore around her neck when you would get in trouble. disappointed sighs and signs of the cross, begging the lord above for forgiveness, explaining to the sky you were too young to know what you've done was a sin.

the bible was followed closely in your home, and you obliged without caution. you prayed, attended your father's mass sessions in the tiny chapel just down the road where he preached the bible, wore the holy cross around your neck to show your devotion, you've read the old torn and withered bible you were so lucky to find front to back. religion was all you've ever known and you had found no reason to ever question the man who hung on your wooden walls, hanging from a cross with his hands and feed nailed to it like an animal. that was, until ellie.

"come on, don't you wanna jus' see what it feels like?" ellie teased, waving the joint in front of your face like a taunt. "no thank you." you replied, sitting at the foot of her bed, legs crossed, eyes wandering around her room. when ellie first came to jackson you were infatuated with her, dwindling it down to pure want but only of friendship. "good girl, that's what you say when someone offers you this shit." ellie moves the weed away from your face, inhaling it and then turning away to exhale the smoke away from you.

it started with just friendly smiles, offering to show her around and help her get to know everyone. she was wary of you. honestly, afraid of your friendly demeanor. people on the outside of the jackson walls were cruel and vicious, she thought, with no doubt in her mind, you were being friendly to lure her into some kind of trap. she danced around you with caution, keeping her distance but also decidingly giving you a chance. she quickly became fond of you, your personality, your looks. everything about you appealed to ellie and something about that made you proud, even more eager to befriend her.

the words 'good girl' ring from her mouth and you're not sure how to respond. was there even a proper response to your best friend calling you that? a simple nod was all you could come up with. watching her lips intently as she blew the smoke out of her lungs. your fingers came up to your neck, fiddling with the cross necklace around your neck, a habit passed down from your mother. ellie never paid much attention to your shy outlook on life. you were reserved and a part of her liked that she had so much of you to herself.

it wasn't until you were 17 that you finally came to terms with the fact that your infatuation was more than just a yearning to be her friend. tears of guilt streaming down your face in the confessional at the shoddy chapel, divider between you and the young volunteer who was ready to beg jesus to abolish your sins. "i'm a girl... and i like another girl." you sniffled, lowering the pitch of your voice instinctively so he wouldn't see past your anonymity. ache in your heart when silence was returned, until soft mutterings of a prayer, asking jesus to forgive your tainted heart.

ellie extended her arms behind her head, a small stretch that gave you big feelings. her shirt rode up, exposing the small of her stomach. you swallowed harshly, wondering why god would tempt you with something like this. a soft sigh emits from ellie's lips, flicking the almost finished joint into a nearby makeshift ashtray. another soft sigh falling from her perfect lips. intent eyes trying to be secretive of the no less then unholy thoughts that you were being tempted with.

ellie was put off at first by your fervent religion. her experiences were tainted, never having a good visual of what a healthy relationship with god looked like. she was unsure if you were going to try and convert her into some pious worshipper. you weren't secretive of your religion and that much was enough to make ellie suspicious. with time she realized you were different from the other religious people she's met. only bringing up your religion or anything to do with it when you were directly asked or if it was really important to speak about.

"whatchu lookin' at, pretty girl?" she chuckled as she noticed the way your eyes locked onto her, like if you looked away she'd be gone. it wasn't unusual for ellie to be flirty or to make casual remarks about how pretty you were. still, every time she did your cheeks were adorned in a rosy color. "just you, i guess. i dunno..." you answered back quickly, hoping that answer was enough to satisfy her eager curiosity. "yeah? just me? got something you wanna say to me?" she was just joking around, trying to get you riled up and flustered but you did have things you wanted to say to her.

"no." you answered, though you were sure she wasn't expecting an actual response. "no? yikes, babe, i'm hurt, thought we had somethin' real here." she smiled and you felt the butterflies in your stomach become tongue tied. one thing you loved about ellie above all things was her smile, how the skin around her eyes scrunched up just the tiniest bit, the apples of her cheeks becoming more prominent. everything about her smile made your head spin.

"els, i like you." the words slip out of your mouth before you could even process what was going on. her smile that coerced you to confess to her in the first place falters. "i'm sorry?" she questions, unsure if you meant what she thought you did. you had never said anything that led ellie to believe you were homophobic or that you thought all gay people were sinners like most of the older people who were religious in jackson did. but still she was careful to keep her sexuality from you, strongly assured you would take after your parents' stance on homosexuality.

"i... i don't know why i said that." you say, truthfully. mouth slightly agape and eyes widened with shock that you'd just outed yourself after years of trying to force down your feelings. there was a silence between the two of you. silence wasn't uncommon around each other, sometimes the both of you preferring to spend your time together quietly as a way to unwind after a treacherous day. but this silence was different than those times. ellies breath was caught in her throat, words jumbled on her tongue.

she only began reacting when she saw the panic on your face, followed by your eyes becoming glassy. "hey, hey. don't cry. it's okay." she comforted, sitting up and placing a hand on your knee. she wasn't good at comforting people, you were well aware of that. "i didn't mean to.." you admitted, voice timid and quiet, still uncertain to how she would react. "hey, it's okay, honey." the term of endearment sliding off her tongue like she was meant to call you that for the rest of your lives.

"i'm not mad." ellie affirms, her tone soft, knowing how afraid of other people's anger you are. another flash of silence emerges, just you and ellie staring at each other. neither of you knowing what to say. she pitied you, seeing how much you resented yourself. your bottom lip slotted between your teeth, biting hard enough to potentially draw blood. "don't do that..." she mutters, gently running her thumb over your partially chapped lips, pulling your bottom lip out of your teeth's grasp.

your breath hitches, a small shudder traveling up your spine. your eyes locked on hers, your heart beating loud enough for the whole world to hear. ellie's eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes. "i've liked you for a while." you admit, knowing there was no going back at this point. "oh, yeah?" her voice was low, some would even describe as seductive. her thumb still lingering on your bottom lip. "yeah." you whisper back, your eyes now flickering down to her lips.

ellie's hand moves to your jaw. her eyes flicking down to your lips one last time before she leans down and presses her lips against yours. her lips are soft, just like you had imagined. she seems skilled, like she knew what she was doing and what the end goal was. a small smile forming on her face as she realizes you have no idea what you're doing. “like this.” she mumbles against your lips acutely aware how clueless you were when it came to romance.

you follow her lead, doing your best to follow her lead. her free hand finding your waist, squeezing gently. you pull away, panting faintly. "i don't know.." you mumble, trailing off as ellie puts her lips back to yours. the hand that was on your jaw roaming to the back of your head, fingers getting tangled in your hair. "i know." ellie responds moments later, her lips brushing against your with each syllable. you couldn't comprehend what was happening, your mind going blank with ellie's lips on yours. she adored the way you looked at her. looking at her like you needed her.

she gently lays you back, grabbing the first pillow she could find and settling it under your head so you were comfortable. her thighs either side of your body, her body weight on top of you, giving you a cozy feeling you'd never experienced before. "you don't even know how long i've been wantin' to kiss your pretty lips..." she whispers, her bangs hanging in front of her face. you bring your hand up to her face, nervously tucking the hair behind her ear. "god, you're so fuckin'..." she stops, just taking a second to admire how alluring you looked under her.

her lips dip down to your neck, slowly biting and sucking on the skin. your breath hitches, a small whine pushing past your swollen lips. ellie groans against the skin of your neck. "make more of those pretty noises f'r me." she mumbles, hips rolling over yours, another whine spilling from you at the pleasurable feeling. ellie's kisses move away from your neck, down your body. trailing down your collarbone to your clothed chest to your stomach. her lips stop, hovering right above your pussy.

your heart was beating out of your chest, you back arching a little in anticipation. "how bad do you wan' it? tell me, baby. tell me how much you wan' me." she was totally and utterly obsessed with you, her mind becoming drunk by the thought of you— the mere sight of you. "p-please, els..." you mumbled, voice timid from embarrassment. it was partially expected though, you'd never done anything like this. "i want you..." it was simple but effective, making ellie go feral for you. "fuck—"

she lowers her lips to your pussy, kissing over the fabric of your shorts. watching her through hooded eyes, your pussy throbbing from her touch. "gonna eat this pussy s'good. show you what you've been missin' out on." she groans, the fabric of your shorts dampening as she trails her tongue over the sensitive area. ellie surprised herself, shocked that she was able to dirty talk to you so easily like this. your hips were writhing against the bed, more eager than you've ever been in your entire life. you felt dirty for wanting this, knowing that god was watching you become a total slut for ellie.

ellie's fingers hooked on your shorts, pulling them down slow as slow could be, chuckling as you whined. "ellie. ellie, please." you muttered, begging for her to hurry up. ellie's eyes rolled back, the sound of you begging getting her more aroused than she's ever been. no one's ever made her feel like this before. she was done with the teasing, if not for your sake but for hers. she pulled your shorts and underwear off swiftly, discarding them somewhere to find later.

her eyes locked on your bare pussy, fighting back a moan at the sight. "you've got me so fucked up, babe." she muttered, kissing around your thighs first. you were nervous, breath shallow and quick paced, hungry for ellie but embarrassed nevertheless. your voice was caught in your throat, blinking quickly as you watched ellie kiss all over your thighs. ellie looked up at you and you were able to see that she was just as nervous as you. "is this okay? you can tell me to stop." she sounded sincere, pushing aside her pure need to get your consent.

you nodded, not trusting your voice. "use your words like the good girl you are, yeah?" she's longing to just taste your glistening cunt. "yes— yes, els. 't's okay..." she doesn't waste another second after hearing your shaky voice, tongue urgently dipping between your wet folds. you moan at the contact, feeling like you were on cloud 9. ellie's tongue presses flat against your clit, your hand clamping over your mouth. moans being muffled as ellie savors the sweet noises your dripping cunt was making.

ellie wasn't fond of you muffling your perfect little sounds, wanting to hear just how good she could make you feel. "let me hear you. don't make me punish you.." you don't move your hand away from your sinful mouth. your free hand finds ellie's, interlocking your fingers which she gladly accepts. "c'mon, baby. let me hear you." she encourages once more, lips moving against you with ease, mixture of your wetness and her spit. but to her dismay, you still ignored her commands. her free hand sliding your shirt up your body to expose your breasts, you were never one to wear a bra. her hand kneading the supple flesh, thumb running over your nipple.

she licks a strip from your entrance to your clit, making your thighs shake with immense pleasure. "wanna be a brat?" she mumbles into your pussy, looking up at you through her eyelashes, staring you down as her tongue circles your clit. "what is it they make you do in confession? hail mary's? 5 of 'em, now. or i stop." she smirks, watching the look in your eye become more flustered by her request. you slowly move your hand away from your mouth, not wanting this pleasure to ever stop.

"h-hail mary, full of grace—" you cut yourself off with a moan, eyes squeezing shut as you lift your hips, pushing your cunt further into ellie's face. "get to ruin this pretty pussy." ellie groans. "keep goin'. don't stop." she aids you to continue, feeling your cunt flutter around her tongue. "the lord is with— is with thee..." you continue, stuttering through the words. "good girl, keep goin' f'r me. let me hear you." she continues to egg you on, talking into your pussy. her own moans mixing in with the sound of yours.

"blessed art thou— ellie, please..." you whine, squeezing her hand and throwing your head back into the pillow, back arching off the bed. "c'mon, pretty girl. blessed art thou..." you toes curl at her words and the feeling of her tongue teasing your entrance. "—amongst... amongst women..." you trail off, mind becoming to hazy to even remember the words to the prayer you've prayed everyday since you could talk. ellie smirked into your cunt, relishing in the feeling of being able to turn your mind into mush, being the only one able to turn your mind into mush.

your moans and whines became breathier and higher pitched with each flick of her tongue. your stomach twisting in an unfamiliar knot. "ah, ah, ellie—" your thighs trying to clench together and push her head away, the feeling becoming too much. "you're gonna cum, baby?" she spreads your legs wider, her only greedy want is to make pleasure wash over you. "ellie! ellie! ellie!" you chant her name, eyes rolling back as the pleasurable wave of your orgasm finally hits you, moans loud and unfiltered.

"there we go... yeah, nice an' easy. fuck." she mutters, tongue fucking you through your high until your writhing and pushing her off of you. her lips relocating to your thighs and slowly working their way up to your pelvic bone, soft kisses against your skin. "tasted so good, baby. best pussy i've ever had." she praises, eager to show you just how much you pleasured her even though you technically didn't make her cum. "els..." you whined, face flushed a rosy red. "yeah, baby. 'm right here." she leaves a trail of kisses up your body as she reaches your lips, leaving a soft peck to let you know she was here. "does this mean you like me too...?" you asked innocently. "are you serious?"

another christian!reader x ellie williams fic!

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PLEASE OMGGG I VANT WAIITT

under my skin - masterlist

“i owe you a black eye and two kisses. tell me when you wanna come and get ‘em.”

pairing : construction worker + kind of a douchebag!ellie x fem reader

𓏲 ࣪₊ 𓂃 an autumn fling with a sacrilegious construction worker in a small town devoted to holy scriptures, the quaint cathedral and heavenly spirits, what could possibly go wrong?

chapter 1 - crush (sfw)

chapter 2 - fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou (nsfw)

chapter 3 - safe in your skin (nsfw)

please comment or reblog if u wanna be tagged in this series !! im so excited to write this omgashshhsh

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woah.

Dagger In The Heart

pairing: ellie williams x afab! reader

post about palestine - please be aware and know who your content comes from. this post informs you about the tlou writers and creators, as well as how to help the Palestinian people.

word count: 6.1k words

warnings: MINORS DNI!!! 18+ ty!!! abusive relationship mentioned, reader's bf is a cheating asshole, calls her names, makes comments about weight, talks of cheating, some lowkey cheating from reader, sharing clothes with ellie, ellie is 18+ but her age not specified, talks of hardly eating food at dinner, reader is a bit confused with her sexuality and wants to explore (which is fine!!! and normal!!!), wlw relations, pussy eating, fingering, tribbing, tattoos? lots of tattoos, dirty talk, reader being a bit desperate, getting caught (but not really), mentions of a strap, men being drunk and stupid. that's it. I think.

description: when you get the chance to meet your asshole boyfriend’s family, you take a liking to his sister, ellie. when a conversation about her tattoos turns into talks of what you’re really into, you can’t help but want to explore it more.

author’s note: hi girls, gays, and theys! I am so happy to be bringing this request to you. it was an anon request from july and I just suck at getting my life together to actually write. but here we are. FYI, I don't condone this behavior or cheating. anyway I hope you enjoy. I will also be putting this on my ao3 soon, so if you see it there, don't worry, it's just me (;

“You gotta chill, babe. Your anxiety is giving me anxiety.”

He was never very good with comforting you, so you bite back your snappy comment and just fake a smile.  

You had been dating your boyfriend Matt for almost a year. You two met in your college biology class and really bonded over your love for folk music and Greek food. He had kind eyes, mousy brown hair and the brightest smile you had ever seen. 

At first, you thought this was the best relationship you ever could ask for, but Matt grew distant after four months together. You didn’t know why, but his temper had shown itself one too many times. He fought with you constantly. He was quite jealous. You could never be seen with another boy without accusations of cheating. But every time you two argued, he always came back with an apology and a bouquet of flowers. You could not help but believe you could fix him. 

It had been 10 months, you had to brave meeting his family. Unlike you, his family lived two towns over and he visited them quite often. He was close to his younger brother and mom, so he made a point to see them as much as he could. 

He brought up the idea of meeting them back around the holidays, but you were planning to board a flight and visit your family across the country. He understood but was pretty disappointed you could not try his mom’s infamous pumpkin pie.

You had no excuse when summer came. So here you are, standing with him at his childhood home’s front door as he scrambled to find his keys. 

You were sporting something more dressed up than your normal. Matt loved this one black dress on you, so you decided to wear that with some cute flats. You were sorely regretting the shoe decision, the pointed-toed shoes squeezed your big toe and the arch was not high enough to be comfortable. 

He unlocks the deadbolt and the red door jolts open. You are instantly met with the scent of BBQ and cornbread. His childhood is cozy and lived in. The entrance is lined with shoes, everything from high heels to sneakers that have run through countless puddles. It was a sigh of relief, they were a no-shoes in the house family. You kick off your uncomfortable shoes, holding on to Matt’s shoulder for balance. 

His mom is the first one to enter the hallway to meet you two at the door. She is quite beautiful, her hair darker than Matt’s. She was shorter, wearing a nice blouse and jeans. She welcomes you both with a bear hug and cheers of excitement. When she pulls you out of the embrace, she gets a better look at you. 

“You are more beautiful in person, pictures do not do your gorgeous smile justice,” She remarks, squeezing your hands. 

You shake your head, trying your best not to let out that you are beyond nervous about this entire encounter. “You are too kind, thank you so much for hosting us.”

“Come meet the crew!”

Matt eyes meet yours, noticing how tense you are. You had hoped for him to hold your hand and guide you through this experience, but instead he just nudges you with his shoulder. He brushes by, heading after his mom. 

The hallway opens into a kitchen and living room, which is littered with random strangers who, in some way, resemble your boyfriend. 

His brother, Collin, stands up first from the barstools, racing over to your boyfriend to dap him up. When he glances your way, you just smile and introduce yourself. He extends his hand to shake yours, which you gladly accept. 

His dad is next to stand up from a recliner in the living room. He makes your acquaintance quickly, telling you he’s so glad to finally meet you after months of hearing all about you. 

When he moves away from in front of you, she comes into focus. You had not even noticed her sitting on the couch across the room. 

She’s slender, her dark locks framing her chiseled jawline. She looks like Matt, but more like a person who belongs in a Renaissance painting. Her eyes are a more dimensional brown. She has freckles scattered around her pale complexion, which only added her beauty. 

You do not realize you are gawking until Matt nudges you. “This is my sister, Ellie.”

You blink again, bringing your focus back to the situation. She extends her hand, and that’s when you take notice to her tattoo-filled arms. Her tank top raises a bit and you catch a glance of her midriff, exposing more tattoos littering her abdomen. 

“Nice to meet ya. Heard plenty about you.”

You swallow, taking her hand and shaking it. “I hope good things.”

“No, I only tell her the worst things about you.”

Everyone giggles except you and Ellie. Luckily it is filling the room with enough noise to drown out your thoughts about your boyfriend’s beautiful sister. 

Ellie rolls her eyes before whispering, “Don’t worry, it’s only ever good things, sweet cheeks.”

-

Matt’s dad loves to talk and you can tell it annoys Ellie. You were seated outside on their patio set, drinking some homemade lemonade Matt’s mom was adamant you had. He was helping her with all the sides that were still yet to be made, so you took up Ellie’s offer to check out the backyard space. You did not expect Matt’s dad to come with you two and tell you all about the flower beds he curated. 

But you listened, smiling and nodding while sipping on your tart drink. 

He got occupied with grilling, so you and Ellie were left on the couch near a very used and abused firepit. 

You wait for her to say something. She was truly making you nervous, her eyes trailing you every so often. 

“So, you and Matt met in science class?”

You finally look back at her wandering eyes, “Yeah, he was my biology partner.”

“Gotcha,” She leans forward, putting her elbows on her knees. You do not know what comes over you, but you cannot physically pull your eyes away from her arms as they flex. “You good?”

“I like your tattoos,” You barely manage to say, “They are… hot.”

You want to jump into the unlit firepit for that one. 

No other adjective came to your horny mind? Really?

She giggles, enjoying watching you practically squirm under her gaze. “Thanks, dude. My ex girlfriend was a tattoo artist so I let her practice on me.”

You remember a moment about 5 months ago when Matt mentioned his sister being gay, but for some reason, you finally connect that duh it’s Ellie, you fucking idiot. 

You also remember some choice words he had about her. You remember cringing when he called her a slur and said she could not keep a girl to save her life. You held your tongue and refused to reply.

“That’s awesome,” You scoot closer to her, bridging more of the gap between you two on the couch, “Which one is your favorite?”

She smiles at your intrusion into her space and questions. You realize you two are almost sizing each other up, right in front of her family, your boyfriend’s family. They could easily peek outside of the kitchen windows and see you two eye fucking each other. She leans back, her eyes tracing all the tattoos on her arms. 

Then she laughs. A deep guttural laugh. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” She brings her front teeth down on her bottom lip before speaking up again, “It’s a tattoo I can’t show you.”

“Why not?”

She looks towards the window, checking on her brother and mom. Her expression changes when she turns back to you. 

“Because I’m not pulling my tits out in front of my family.”

Your pussy practically pulses when you hear her say it. What is wrong with you? You are dating her brother. What is wrong with you?!

“Your… boobs are tattooed?”

She nods slowly, bringing her one hand up to your bare exposed thigh, “Bet that shakes a sweet one like you to your core.”

The comment insinuates that you are an innocent little girl who knows nothing about the world. And sure Matt is your first real boyfriend. Sure he was the first person ever to eat you out because your high school crushes did not even know that was a thing. Sure you never have been sexually promiscuous. Sure you thought you were straight. 

Sure.

But something inside you was crawling its way out. This small interaction with your asshole boyfriend’s sister was enough to send you into a spiral. You never gave a girl a chance so how were you supposed to know you did not like it?

“What if your family wasn’t around?”

Ellie is gobsmacked by your comment, her jaw practically hitting the floor. You can tell she realized she was flying too close to the sun. She pulls her hand away from your leg. 

“You are my brother’s girlfriend. I am not going to be the one to corrupt you,” She states, scooting over a bit away from you. Your cheeks get flushed, instantly feeling embarrassed for asking such a question. But the more you sat in silence, the more you realized that you really did not care. The feelings Ellie made you feel within the last 10 minutes were more exciting than any feeling Matt had given you in 10 months. 

You clear your throat, “Luckily for you, Ellie, you would not be the one to corrupt me. That has already been done.”

She looks at you quizzically, “Is that so?”

“Yeah, I may look sweet and innocent,” You creep in close to her, “But I am really a freak.”

Now you are just lying. 

Before she can utter a word, Matt’s brother comes out to let you two know dinner was done. You hope and pray he didn’t take notice to how close you two were. Or how Ellie stared at your ass as you walked away. 

-

You sit between Matt and Ellie at the table. 

Every so often during the meal, you would place your hand on Matt’s leg. He would push you away, rolling his eyes when you glared at him. When the conversation came around to him, he would find a way to demean you and then continue blabbing about school or his internship. 

You answered questions from his mom and dad, but you were sorely uninterested in them. But then the conversation comes around as to whether you two would be staying the night tonight. At this point, Matt had already had four beers, and you knew he probably would not want you driving his new Mustang. 

“You can take Matt’s bed and he can sleep on the couch,” His mom suggests, indicating that you two would not be sleeping together. You understood that they were a bit more traditional, but you were not expecting to sleep in your boyfriend's childhood bed without him. 

“That’s a great idea, Ma. We can stay, right?”

You look at the plate of practically untouched food in front of you. You just nod, finally saying, “As long as you give me some comfy sweatpants to wear.”

“Mine are all back at my apartment, but I’m sure Ellie has something you could borrow. Plus, you probably wouldn’t fit my sweatpants.”

Matt constantly made comments about your figure and how he could not share clothes with you. He refused to share his clothes with you, stating that you would not be able to squeeze into them and you also “left your scent on everything”. 

God, he made you feel terrible about yourself. 

Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you think about wearing Ellie’s clothes, though, and you completely drown out the separate conversation happening around the table. You feel a hand creep up your thigh, but it's not coming from the side you expect.

Her hand is so soft and delicate as it creeps up your leg. You cannot help but glance at her direction, catching her smiling over at you. 

“Don’t worry, I got something you can wear.”

-

Dinner finishes up and Matt expresses that he wants to go for a round of drinks with his high school friends and brother at the local tavern down the street. He never asks if you want to go, telling you “It would just be high school friends that you don’t know, anyway.”

He tells you that his Mom and Ellie would get you all set up. He gives you a pat on the back, and heads to the door, right behind his brother. You watch him leave and almost breathe a sigh of relief. 

When you turn back, you see his Mom already going upstairs. 

“I’m gonna get your bed all set up and then I’m probably going to retire to my bed, too.” She states, slowly making her way up the wooden staircase. 

You wanted to scream because this only meant one thing. You were alone with Ellie. 

You follow her up the stairs and look around the hallway. She heads to the right and begins pointing at the only room with the light on. You didn’t even know that Ellie was upstairs.

“Have Ellie get you something to wear, I’ll make up your bed!”

The door swings open and Ellie stands there, having changed into her own bedtime clothes. And for fucks sake, she’s not making this easy for you. 

She is sporting a tight white tank, no bra, and shorts that ride up to the very tops of her thighs. Her legs are tattooed as well, but not as much as her arms. There isn’t a touch of her freckled skin that isn’t marked with art. You can almost see through her shirt, making your mouth go dry. 

“Let’s see what you fit into!”

She lets you into her space. Her room is decorated with posters of space and heavy metal bands. From the looks of one corner of her room, she’s an artist. She has different art styles, anywhere from charcoal to watercolors, littering a desk and her walls. It’s messy, but it’s not dirty. It smells like incense and clean laundry. 

She walks over to her dresser, opens up the top drawer. Everything is neatly folded, which kind of surprises you. 

“I have some sweatpants, shorts, boxers-“

“Sweatpants are fine,” You retort, not wanting her to list off anything else, “Do you have any t-shirts I could wear?”

“Well of course I do, sweet cheeks. What do you want, loose or tight?”

You stare at her dumbfounded. You know what she’s doing. And you hate yourself for liking it so much. 

She pulls out a pair of navy blue sweatpants, still waiting for your reply. 

“Loose.”

She starts to dig through another drawer when Matt’s mom pops her head in. 

“It’s all set up for you, sweetheart. If you need anything, you let one of us know. I’m going to downstairs if you need me.”

You smile, thankfully. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Williams.”

“If she needs anything, I’m sure I could help her find her way,” Ellie says, absentmindedly. She pulls out a white t-shirt from her drawer and tosses it at you. 

“Goodnight, girls!”

And then you two are alone. Ellie slowly saunters to her door and shuts it. 

“You can get dressed here. Just make sure what I gave you fits.”

You silently turned your back to her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Can you unzip me?”

You are not even thinking straight. You are so caught up with being alone with the girl you have had weird sexual tension with. She walks over to you confidently, before grabbing the top of your black dress, which lands right at the middle of your back. She pulls down the zipper, ensuring it reaches the very end of its track. 

The hairs on your back stand up in her wake. You breathe deeply, before shimmying the dress off your shoulders. You were wearing a bra, so you were just going to keep it on. You step out of the dress, leaving you in just underwear and the push-up bra Matt gifted you not too long ago. 

You don’t turn to her, but she just comes around to your front, nonchalantly. 

“Jesus Christ,” Ellie stammers, before plopping on her bed. You shakingly step into the sweatpants she gifted you to wear, unsure how to respond. You rack your brain trying to gain the confidence you had before dinner, but your mouth is dry and your brain is dazed from seeing Ellie in her pajamas. 

You finally manage to glance up at her hungry eyes, smiling softly. 

“I never knew I would be jealous of my brother.”

You swallow, “Jealous?”

“Yeah, he gets to have someone like you every night and I can’t even find someone worth hanging out with around here. Never thought a nerd like him would win over a woman like you.”

You are standing in the sweatpants and your bra, not able to digest her words completely. A woman like you?

“Your brother is sweet. And we don’t have sex every night.”

“Just sweet?” She steps a bit closer to you, “And I said nothing about sex, darling, I said he gets to have you.”

She is looking at you like you are her prey. You almost fell to your knees and begged her to put you out of your misery, but you resisted. Instead, she just stands up, trying to catch your nervous glances. 

“H-he, uh, does what he can, when we d-do, yanno.”

Her fingers trace up your arm, her eyes trailing as she does it. You bite the inside of your cheek, waiting for her response. She clicks her tongue a couple of times, shaking her head. 

“I am sure he tries,” She sputters, standing back from you, “Do you even really like him?”

You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly snapping out of the situation you are currently in. You reflect for a moment.

Matt was an asshole but you sometimes enjoyed his company. He made you laugh on occasion. But deep down, you knew that he wasn’t made for you. He lacked emotional intelligence and made sure to put you down any chance he got. You had inklings he was talking to other girls and his friends were probably the most intolerable people on your college campus. And then there was that one time when the inklings were just. 

The realization that you maybe didn’t like him made you sick. You wasted so much time and now you have met his family.

“When he’s not mean to me. When he isn’t cheating on me.” You admit quietly, almost too humiliated to say it. 

She crooks her neck, “He cheated on you?”

You hate talking about it, it made you feel as though you were never good enough. He made it out that it was your fault because you would not have sex with him when you had the flu. “It was just some hand stuff, baby,” he said to you. 

“Just once. I forgave him because he told me he loved me.”

“People who love you don’t hurt you like that,” Ellie says without a beat. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Is he mean to you all the time?”

You think back to the last nice thing he said to you. Your ass looks fat in that dress. And even that could be seen as a bad thing. You shake your head, trying to find a good way to paint her brother. From the looks of it, she doesn’t really like him all that much anyway. 

“Most of the time.”

“So, what I’m hearing is my brother is an asshole that doesn’t know how to treat a woman both in life and in the bedroom. Is that what you’re saying?”

You stand there pondering her question, coming up with nothing. She was right, but were you ready to admit that?

So you shrug.

Ellie stands with her arms crossed now, chewing on the inside of her lip. She’s contemplating something, her eyes falling to the floor for a moment. 

“Listen, I am not just saying this because it has taken everything in my power to resist sinking my teeth into you,” The first half of the sentence put your heart in your throat. Nonetheless, she carries on, “But I have an inkling that you don’t like my brother at all. I think you like girls and you’ve never had the chance to explore that. You want to say you are a freak, but you really don’t know what that even means.”

“Ellie, I d-”

“You need to break up with my brother,” She states plainly, “And then, after all is said and done, I can show what it looks like to be taken care of.”

You agree, sadly. You do need to break up with Matt. And on the basis that you believe that he’s probably at the bar hanging out with old friends, probably with other girls, probably flirting with those other girls. You decide you are not going to wait anymore. He cheated on you once, what’s stopping him now? Ellie was right about everything, and while that revelation changes your entire perspective on life, you settle on jumping head first. 

“Show me now.”

You watch all the blood drain from her face. She fumbles with her inked hands, waiting for you to say you didn’t mean it. That moment never comes. 

“Are you sure about that?”

Swallowing hard, you just nod. You do not even realize what you are getting yourself into, but the undeniable chemistry cannot be ignored anymore. You don’t even want to waste another thought on Matt. You know if you think too hard about it, you’ll talk yourself back into staying with him.

Ellie’s face gets closer to yours and your lips connect seamlessly. She wastes no time, bringing her hands down to your waist to pull you in. You wrap your arms around her neck while fireworks erupt in your chest.

Her lips taste like mint and a dab pen your college roommate made you hit a couple of months ago. She was borderline intoxicating. 

She backs you up towards her bed, letting your knees hit the edge of the mattress. You plop down, disconnecting from her lips. 

Through hooded lids, she asks you, “Do you want to see my favorite tattoo, then?”

Your breathing hitches as she does not even wait for a response, she just pulls her tank top over her head.

Each piece is connected somehow. Her stomach piece is what appeared to be a dragon flying up towards her under-boob area. It was extremely detailed and took up a large half of her upper stomach. Around her collarbones were very intricate lines that almost rain over her body like veins. They spread down her chest onto her boobs, where around her nipples were two matching daggers appearing to go through her areola. 

You smirk at the idea that these are her favorite tattoos. The cheeky ones around her tits.

“Holy shit, Ellie.”

You reach out and touch her tits, ever so delicately. You use your finger to outline the daggers, smiling to yourself. 

Being this close sends a pulsating feeling down to your pussy. You have never felt a lightning strike quite like it before. 

She’s letting you feel her up, but when you change your tune and start pinching at her nipples, she throws her head back with a groan.

“Hmm, you should try putting one in your mouth,” She remarks, hoping to God you would be eager enough to do so. She was very in tune with you because you leaned forward taking her right nipple into your mouth. She’s guiding you around every turn, whispering how good you are doing already. 

You release her with a pop and sit back. You reach around to release your own, but she stops you. 

“Lemme do it,” She says mounting your lap. You place your hand on her hips while she runs her fingertips across your back. She unhooks your black bra, letting your tits spill out. 

You feel the tops of your hands stand up as soon as her hands begin to knead your tits. You glance down at her movements, watching your sensitive nipples perk up due to the attention she’s giving them. 

“Mmm, you like that, sweetness?”

You just groan, your lips needing to do more than just talk. You pull Ellie’s ajar mouth down to yours, diving your tongue between her teeth. You never had such a hunger for anyone else. No guy ever made you feel this way. 

She nudges your shoulders, having you fall onto your back. Her lips move away from yours and start to trail down your neck and chest. When her wet mouth touches your tits, you cannot control the sounds that leave your throat. She bites down on your supple skin, which makes you groan more. 

“You gotta quiet down a bit. Don’t need anyone hearing us.”

You try to manage your noises, but as soon as she starts to kiss down to the hem of the sweatpants she loaned you, you know you’ll never be quiet like she needs you to be. She tugs at the waistband, taking your underwear with it. 

You are now butt naked on her bed. And god, the air is hitting the wetness between your legs is titillating. 

“Listen, sweets,” She whispers, palming your thighs with her tattooed hands, “I’m going to make you cum on my tongue first. Then I am going to fuck this pussy so good, you won’t know any other cock but the fake one in my side table. You hear me?”

Your stomach is in knots, but you know that this is what you really want. “Okay, Ellie. Please do whatever you think I will like.”

“You’re gonna like it all, baby girl. And if it gets a bit dodgy, you just let me know and we can stop.”

You shake your head positively as she smiles between your legs. She starts by kissing up your thighs, keeping you completely in a trance. When her mouth finds your slit, she licks a long stripe. She takes her time, working her tongue in between your pussy lips. The wet sound that happens when she shakes her head is pornographic. When she finds your clit, she encases it and starts to suck lightly. You scream out in pleasure, never feeling this sensitive before. It usually took a whole lot of Matt lazily fingering you and fucking you to illicit such a response. Ellie is building up an orgasm within you in record time. 

She uses her fingers to open up your pussy a little bit more. You instinctively want to close your legs, but her left arm has your legs locked on her bed. Her middle and index fingers curl inside you with every motion forward. 

Her eyes are closed and you are laser-focused on her expressions. She’s putting her all into making you feel good and it’s relieving to watch someone put so much care into it. 

You notice the small little freckles that scatter across her nose get lighter as they reach her cheekbones. She’s so fucking pretty. 

“Jesus, you’re doin’ so good sweetheart. You feel so good.”

“Oh my god, Ellie, please don’t stop,” Your voice is strained, begging her to continue fucking you. She chuckles and begins to pick up speed. Your mind is cluttered, unsure how you can feel this good. 

When the peripherals of your vision begin to get white, you know it’s over. She latches her lips back onto your clit, humming to drag the orgasm out of you. When it happens, your deep guttural moans get muffled by her palm.

You think your heart is going to stop beating. 

Once you begin to feel your muscles relax, Ellie is crawling on top of you, hovering over your chest, her lips kissing your collarbones.

“You did such a great job, baby girl,” She dotes, her short hair falling across her forehead, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”

Your heart swells up a thousand sizes. You never got called that before, let alone felt sexy. But Ellie had this aura to her. She made you feel sexy, desirable, wanted. 

Your hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, “Please show me more.”

She nods, before she leans back on her knees. She balances on one leg before shoving her pajama shorts down. The ink travels to every part of her body and you wonder if the ones around her hips hurt. The snakes that travel up her thighs, have their heads resting right on her hip bones. 

You sit up and observe her movements, she’s fumbling with something in her drawer. She seemingly cannot find what she’s looking for and slams it shut. 

“How about this,” She says with a huff, “I want you to see what it feels like to grind that pretty little pussy on mine anyway. The strap will have to wait.”

You feel the blood drain from your face, “The strap?”

She giggles at your not-so-faux innocence. “We will try that next time.”

You aren’t ready for her to grab onto your legs and move you like a rag doll around her bed. She rests her body horizontally from yours, her lower half lining up with yours. You were not sure how this worked, but you had heard of scissoring before. The technicality was lost on you. 

You sit up waiting for instruction, but Ellie is so hypnotized by your wet slit, she doesn’t even look at you. You watch her reach out and touch your dripping center and it sends an electric shock down your limbs. You throw your head back, hissing at the action. 

“God, that cunt is so pretty.”

You finally look back at her, wanting nothing more but to fuck her like she fucked you. So in return for her toying with you, you hastily reach out and touch her pussy. You are confused by what to do, but by her reaction, you know you did something right. 

“Tell me what we are doing,” You beg, closing your legs in closer to hers. She nods, watching your fingers pull apart her pussy lips. 

“Pull your cunt against mine and ride me like you’d ride Matt’s dick.”

You halt your movements, “Ride him?”

“You’ve never ridden him before?”

Your response was your silence. You had never explored much with him, simply because he was quick to get his nut before traversing to other territories. 

She helps you sit up, hover your cunt over hers. You can not lie, the sight of her sticky wet pussy was hot. She guides you down so your mound is on hers. She bites her lip as you practically drool watching your purely untouched body against her painted figure. 

“Now move your hips back,” Her hands are gripping onto your hips, showing you the way, “And forth.”

The friction is immediately overstimulating, but it feels like an itch you’ve never scratched. So fucking delicious. 

“Shit…” You groan at the response your body is giving you.

“Practice makes perfect, baby. Keep moving those hips. 

You have never been on top, but it’s almost freeing to be in control of the movements. You weren’t sure what you should grip onto as you rubbed your pussy against hers, so you grip onto your own shoulders. Your hips gyrate, the slickness between your legs starts trailing down to Ellie’s navy blue sheets. 

“God, this pussy is so fucking perfect,” Ellie says through gritted teeth. She holds down your hips, somehow trying to get you closer to her.

“It’s yours.” You whine, letting the lust take over your speech. You had no clue what that meant for this situation, you just knew that Ellie knew how to fuck you and it was bliss. You hands leave your shoulders and eventually find Ellie’s tits.

“This pussy is mine? The first cunt you fuck is the cunt you fuck forever?”

You want to laugh, but the bubble in your stomach is about to burst already with how fucked out of your mind you are. “If the cunt is yours, then yes. I want this forever.”

Ellie sucks on her two fingers before she reaches down, finding the very top of your cunt, and starts to press down on that sensitive little bud. The saliva only mixes with the messiness of your liquids. You squeeze her nipples in response. 

“Never going back to my stupid fuckin’ brother, hm? This pussy belongs to me.”

“Yes, Ellie, fuck!” 

She smiles at your quickening pace. She knows you’re reaching your breaking point, and she knows that she’s close herself. 

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my fuckin’ cunt.”

You jolt forward, your hips stilling over hers. You don’t know if you’ve felt a sensation quite like it. You had tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your body felt like a volcano erupting. The curses leaving Ellie’s lips as she came from your orgasm only added to the high you felt. You knew words were leaving your mouth, but they were just jumbled together strings of sentences. 

“Jesus Christ…”

“It feels so good…”

“I want this pussy forever…”

You fall over next to Ellie, your legs still intertwined with hers. She was trying to catch her breath, her body still jittery from her high. 

“That was per-”

“Babe!!”

Your stomach drops to your ass when you hear Matt’s voice.

You jump up from Ellie’s bed, finding the closest clothes you can grab at. Ellie does the same, but takes her time throwing a tank top over her bed head. His footsteps are practically running up the steps. 

You are still wobbly on your legs, practically falling over trying to put on the pants she loaned you. You just keep saying “fuck” over and over again, knowing that you two will probably be caught. You just finished putting on a shirt when he barges into the room. 

He’s drunk. 

“What are you still doing in here?” He asks you in an accusatory slurred voice. Collin is close behind him, trying to shush him.

“Chill, dude. I was just showin’ her some of my art.” Ellie defends, plopping down on her bed. She’s trying to mask the fact that her bed is wet with your cum. 

While he blabs about how Ellie sucks at art, which he is very wrong about, you notice a red blotch on his shirt collar. You zero in on it because you fucking knew. 

“Matt, what’s on your neck?” You interrupt.

He stops his rant to look down at you. His eyes are bloodshot. He’s so gone that his mind can’t make up an excuse. 

“It’s from Sophie,” He blurts out, his lips getting ahead of his brain. Ellie pauses and the entire room goes dead silent. You had no idea what to say back to that. You had no clue who Sophie was. You honestly did not care, your relationship was already done in your head. You were just kind of shell-shocked that it happened exactly how your mind doctored it.  

You glance over at Ellie who is already looking at you. Collin clears his throat. 

“I think this a conversation for the morning,” Collin says, grabbing Matt’s arm to tug him out of the room. 

You nod, “Yeah, Collin, great idea. Why don’t you take Matt to bed? Tuck him in and give him a sweet kiss like Sophie did.”

Matt’s face turns bright red, the same thing it always did when he got mad at you. Before he could lash out at you, Collin drags him out of the room and into the hall. Before shutting the door behind him, he says, “I’m sorry.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “It’s fine. It’s not the first time. But it will be the last.”

When the door clicks shut, you hear Matt whisper yelling at Collin about how big of a bitch you are. How you didn’t deserve him. Yadda-yadda-yadda. 

Ellie just gawks at you. The tone of the room changed so drastically so quickly that you felt almost disconnected from reality. 

“You okay?” She asks innocently, her hand holding onto your shoulder. 

Your legs are still weak. “Yeah, I think I’ll need more practice though.”

She is confused, you can tell by the look on her face. “Huh?”

“I’ll need more practice riding you. And, hey, you didn’t get to use that fake dick on me, remember?”

-

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[avameller]

OML.

To think I’d know it all

Therapist!ellie (read pt.1 here)

X

CW: smut, MDNI, dom!ellie, sub!reader, power imbalance don’t fuck your therapist, talks of degradation, lots of praise, Ellie watches r! masturbate, thigh riding, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: this is for @catfern if she likes it I die happy. Sorry this took so long I got a little overzealous, yet still it feels rushed so I’m dropping this and disappearing! I promise I’ll be going back to working on reqs now.

X

You think you know yourself, your highs, desires, triggers, your inner most depravities. but you don’t. Maybe it wasn’t your fault- the bliss that came from blatant ignorance so bitter sweet on your tongue. So comfortable in your own escaped reality, why would you try to face it now?

Half of the time you were lying to Dr. Williams. A white lie here, slipping through the cracks of reality by omitting the truth there. It’s not like she couldn’t read you like a book- she knew everything. Things you had never thought of, mysteries to you, solved in seconds by her.

You never gave her much of your true issues, deadbeat mommy leaving you at six for her new boyfriend that could be your brother. Never feeling academically competent, body issues, all the bullshit troubles any girl could dream of beating herself down over.

Thats what you told yourself she knew, the surface, pretty, palpable, easy to swallow, desirable.

But Ellie didn’t want palpable, she craved the chaos of your destruction. She wanted to watch the rage play out, dangerously close to her integrity. She wanted to pull the dirty guts out to feast on. Every last piece of you, torn out, then you would be easy enough to swallow for her.

-

The air only grew thicker. Suffocating your windpipes to choke on, making sure you felt every particle of desperation.

The session after she had cancelled. You thought she’d keep this up, realizing she had taken it too far, falling into her desires you had coaxed her into.

But yet there you were, back in your usual seat, legs crossed, throat dry as it eats at the hot pressure in the air. The buzz of a ring in your ear as you sit there silently. To talk of it, to progress, to regress back into the unknown- the lies, the omissions.

Would she guide you- like she did last time? would she make you do it yourself, pathetic and begging, longing for the validation that she did it for herself, even if only for a little bit.

“How have you been?” A formality, a principle, a greeting. She had to say it- what would she say outside the four walls of this prison?

“Alright,” came out as an unwanted sigh, subconscious as your body tells the truth before you can cut it off at the source.

“No witty comeback? did something happen with the girl?” Ellie furrows her brows at your change of body language. She takes note of how closed off it is, not desiring of visitors. You watch as the veins in her muscles twitch in her tank. rid of the cover of her modest blazer, shoulders now under the impression of your gaze.

“I stopped seeing her, Im seeing an ex,” you didn’t have to say that, could have left it at the end of your farce of a hookup ending. But this time it wasn’t a lie, you truly were fucking that cunt.

“Oh. Anything serious?” Ellie tenses, eager to unpack the dichotomy of the new woman. Why did you start seeing your ex again, what was she tied to, what did you have to gain from anyone but her?

“Just sex.” you shrug off. This was the truth.

“What drove you back to her specifically?” Ellie goes to write it down but once again find herself unable to find the words- lost in the craving the understanding of your mind selfishly.

“Comfortability- is that what you want to hear?” you taunt her, driving your eyes into a squint. What was her motive- what was your own?

“Well something in particular brought you back to her, no?” she pries, not letting you take control of the conversation. If she had to drag it out of you herself she would.

“She knows how I like it,” your attempt at intimidation, confidence in your own pleasure. Nothing but another beautiful farce covered in thorns. A hint of a smirk paints the doctor’s lips, mean and tortured.

‘Oh you think you know yourself so well you beautiful fool’ Ellie thinks to herself. You wouldn’t know satisfaction if it hit you in the face, but she was to help you- that was her job right? “And what is it…that you like?” Shrinking her face into a scowl, head tilted to the side, watching how your body twitches at nothing. How pliable could she diminish you to without touching you- she couldn’t, of course.

“She gets rough with me,” so knowing, as if you were breed for it. A toy of sorts, helpless under the hands of a predator.

“What entails rough?” Ellie probes, getting her scalpel out, ready to dissect your oblivion. Her flesh scorching with fervor as she coaxes more out of you. She had found her vessel.

“I dunno… hitting, tying me up, stuff of that nature.”

“What else?” You’d never know how eager she was, calm in her disposition, from what the eye can make out. Inside she pulses, her mind eating away at itself. To bite is still to touch- Instinctual and destructive. A morbid curiosity to drown herself in, held at the bottom of your mind with the weights of her own scrutiny.

“You wanna know that she calls me a fuckin’ whore?”

“Why do you think you like the degradation?” Ellie shifts forward, getting to the edge of her seat, splaying her forearms onto her thighs. A pissing contest, cruel and depraved.

“Probably my godforsaken mother- what are you get-“ you begin to question before you’re interrupted.

“Good girl.” Ellie coos, shifting her weight back into the seat, her forearms resting on the armrests as her legs are lazily parted. A test she knew she’d win- she knew you best didn’t she? Playing you like a puppet, taking matters into her own hands, unethical as it may be.

So abrupt you’re taken out of a haze. An uncalculated whine coming out of your throat, you attempt to cover it with a halfass cough but the damage was done- you were caught. Ellie just watches as you squirm, skin growing hot as she watches you knowingly, smug and cunning as you tip toe the ledge. “w-what?”

Ellie’s grin only widens, “that was a fair assumption, aware… you’re doing so well already.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, fire blazing in your chest ready to burst into ashes laid out like puzzle pieces neatly for her. A new sensation, uncharted and dense. Immensely ridged to obtain- the feeling of worth, accomplishment at its peak. Would you ever be able to fulfill the demand?

Ignore it, lie, get out of it.

“I like getting when she treats me like shit- gets me off…” you attempt, eyes casted downwards to your sweaty palms soaked from the heat of the air.

“No you don’t.”

“How would you know,” you laugh her off. You’ve built your wall, so high that not even you could see over it.

“Sure you want to be told what to do. But you also want to be acknowledged for your work. How pretty you look opened up. How good you are for taking more, taken whats asked of you. Don’t you?” Ellie doesn’t skip a beat, like shes rehearsed it, dwelled on your inner most necessities. The doctor asks but you both know it’s not a question, rather an admission of verity.

“Doctor Williams, please-“ the impending doom of your fate- the tip of the iceberg chiseling down each second. A ticking time bomb sure to go off. Your body pulses, heart racing. How much more could you take?

“It’s okay…tell me whats wrong” Ellie coos doe eyed, so forgiving in a breeding ground for destruction. A flower blooming in the midst of a tornado. To talk, to proceed, to regress.

“I cant control myself- listening to you…like that,” fist turning white grappling onto the armrests, breath shaky and wavering. Your hips subconsciously rocking into the thick leather of the doctor’s chair- a taste of salvation at any cost.

“Be a good girl and show me the mess you made on my seat,” a reckless invitation- one with grave consequences. Nonetheless too sweet not to bite, sink her teeth into and rip the flesh.

Shameful, degrading enticement. Shaky hands grasping the button of your jeans. How much time did you have left? What if someone walks in? Both your jeans and panties come off in one fowl swoop- fallen to the warm carpet on her floor. You wince as the naked, seeping flesh of your cunt reaches the leather, “Fuck.”

Ellie just watches, amused, stone faced as she understands the specimen. The way you hips rut without you letting them says more than your words, “Give yourself what you need.”

Your body comes back into consciousness with the approval for more. Give her whats shes asked of you. Nimble fingers beginning to circle the swell of your clit- the reoccurring ache of disappointment- the fate of inadequacy.

“Atta girl- just like that. Does it feel good?” the doctor mutters so sweetly- so proud of her specimen. She knew you needed it- the approval, the praise of accomplishment.

Your breath shortens and you pulse around nothing. Driving aimless circles around the bud as your head cocks back. Your cunt begs of her, pleads to be full of her- if shed ever let you have it. “n-need you, please Ellie.”

The doctor had never heard you speak of her name. Too casual for barriers, too comfortable for the tension. Something in her own mind switches at the words- the way they rolled off your tongue like you had said it many times before. Where had you said it, to whom? If not anyone at all. “I cant help you…but I cant stop you from helping yourself.”

Lust was a sin, but gluttony was a mere punishment. Overzealous in nature, depraved and lawless in practice. A reckless invitation- one with grave consequences. A walk of shame, magnets finding their match. She had made your bed, you were to lie in it.

Ellies hands on her armrest, sure to not budge- to uphold her ethics, principles responsible of her own will. She lets you climb her body, mount yourself up top her lap, positioning your cunt on her thigh.

The air. Thick, all consuming- so close, breathing her air, the breath of someone wiser, more understanding of your own mind. What a dangerous game, everything you need right there, yet taboo to drain every last bit of her. An inch given, a mile lacking. She keeps her eyes trained on you, her subject in testing.

“It’s okay, fuck yourself on me. You’ve been so good.” letting your cunt rake up and down the scratchy fabric of her slacks, hands pinned behind your back on your own accord.

The bubble in your stomach already ready to overflow, choking back whimpers drown in by your teeth. She made it so easy- she didn’t even have to fucking touch you.

“Let go. Let yourself come,” the doctor demands, she knew what you were doing. Ellie didn’t care how pathetic it was.

“I can-t not, not yet,” sweat dripping down your flustered face as your sticky white slick coats her covered thigh. The sight was so vulgar in Ellie’s eyes, watching you panting as you fuck yourself on her thigh. Thoughts of what she’d do in another world without laws.

“Do what you’re told.”

[avameller]

Oml.

Ethical dilemma

Therapist!ellie (read part 2 here)

CW: smut, MDNI, dom!ellie, bratsub!reader, sexual tension is fuckin palpable, blindfold, hypnosis, walked through orgasm, talks of masturbation, mutual pining but there’s laws oh no!, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: I fear this is so self-indulgent I will not be elaborating

X

“Highly unethical,” the auburn haired woman gives a small laugh, standing from her seat to walk you out as she always did. You’d asked about the details of the girl you see in her waiting room after you every Thursday. Dr. Williams was not privy to your sexual endeavors that came from her own hands…well her office for this manner.

She was a good therapist, best you’d ever had truly. Sure she understood all the lesbian lingo, formalities and functions that didn’t need to be gaysplaned to an unfortunate witness. But it felt as if she truly understood you, had a true knack to play out your actions before you ever thought of them. It was her job to fix your fuckups, not predict them.

She felt it, when you changed. How much thicker the air got, how she could slice it with her knife. The way your body expanded in her chair shifted, opening your chest for sight. Your gaze started to only focus on her, directed, pointed even, letting your lips open. When you started drawling out moments of your sexual endeavors down to every touch, how you tried to read her as she read you. You tried to make her crack, see any sense of appeal, to which she responded akin to a brick fucking wall.

Hell she knew your ‘new hookup’ was a sham, you were just dying to plead to her how unsatisfied ‘she’ left you. She knew the person you were, she knew you best after all, didn’t she now? You’d never stay, and she clocked it.

But she played your game, nodding along, letting you babble about all the times you had to finish yourself off afterwards.

She’d let herself have that, the pleasure of thought, the images of your panting breath, dry fingers, and cracked lips. In another life she’d agree to help you out, fix your ache. But Ellie was an ethical woman, level-headed, and morally sound, this was not her circus to corral.

She’d just remind you to focus on yourself, in whatever form that came.

‘Tell me to fuck myself’ you’d pray in your mind, begging for a mere innuendo from her, anything to use for later. You wished she’d talk you through it, and she would, in another life.

The entire time you’re rambling on she’d think of the ways she would walk you through it, praising you for how good you were doing, how beautiful you looked messy and broken down just for her. But a respected woman has limitations, rules, structures built exiling that from her will, “is there a reason you keep going back to her? Even though you don’t feel satisfied?”

“I need it,” you remark frankly, desire white hot that ate away at your skin like a bad infection.

“You need sex?” Ellie questions, her eyes forming into a squint as her head cocks. She cant seem to write this down, engulfed by your blatant admission.

“Don’t we all doctor…don’t you?” came out utterly direct, shifting your weight to your forearms that now rested on your thighs that allowed your blouse to reveal the peaks of your breasts. Maybe you were trying to intimidate her, and maybe it worked.

“This isn’t about me,” she said, but not what she thought, and you clocked it. The way her teeth drew in her bottom lip, the furrow of her brows, busying her gaze down to her blank paper. Never mustering up a reason to record your sessions, what was she to say? Lines blurring to an extent that shouldn’t allow you to still be here.

“But isn’t it?” you dart back, a grin easing up your lips, equally as maniacal as it was sensual. A pleading request for her to sink her teeth into, to rip the flesh from bone.

She should have asked you to never return, refer you to another doctor. Suddenly so aware of her surroundings, breaking herself from your delusions, “thats time, I’ll walk you out,” but she couldn’t, giving you a pitied smile, standing from her chair.

-

“Id like to try something new today,” Ellie says, an air of hesitancy rings through your ears.

“You going to reveal the skeletons in your closet Doctor?” You say in a teasing manner, crossing your legs in your usual spot, but Ellie remained standing.

A glimmer of a smirk forming on her lips, “have you heard of hypnotherapy?”

“First a doctor, now a magician what a pay drop,” you snide.

“Do you trust me?”

She had you lie on her couch, uncharted territory, too spacious for comfort, for rules and barriers, “now close your eyes for me,” Ellie remarks, seated on top of the coffee table, inches from the couch.

“what if I cant keep them closed, will I fuck up the juju?” you say peeping at her with one eye.

“I have a bandana-“ knowing you’ll cut in with your sexual advances she cuts off your process, “-for hypnosis, would you like that?”

You tie the black cloth around your eyes, cutting off the essential sense, suddenly so aware of your body. Feeling the tips of your fingers, the race of your heart, beating the blood to your veins.

“Tell me what you see,” the doctor pries, watching your open mouth, the way it releases at her words. The steady rise and fall of your chest, the control she had over your undirected weight.

“its just me.”

“Where are you?”

“I- I don’t know, it’s white everywhere,” Your senses so heightened, feeling the breath as it escapes your throat.

“What are you feeling,” Ellie says palming her hands, eager to break you down. The desire the scale the walls of your mind.

“Frustrated,” your breath beginning to shorten, that eery feeling creeping back into your bones.

“what else?”

“it hurts- hurts so bad” the burning to be satiated, body still yet so charged.

“Whats making it hurt?” Ellie could help, ease your killing wounds. Would she, or would she watch as you wilt like a flower in the beating sun?

“I cant fix it, it wont stop,” you pant out, sweat dripping down the valley of your chest.

“Are you touching yourself?” she leaps, walking the tight rope as a foot slips.

“yes-yes,” your mouth agape, fists balling into a white grip at your sides.

“You need to finish, don’t you?” she revels in your pain, the unstilted need.

“I need you,” you corrupt, breaking the thin layer of morals that stood between you and your desires.

“Im there with you, aren’t I always?” she taunts, voiding herself of her principles. Allowing herself to play into her horrors, you were merely a symbol of prey.

“Please-“ you breathe out, on the cusp of release at the expense of her mercy. Blood running hot as your cunt pulses untouched.

Bringing her mouth to the edge of your face, you feel her breathe through your body, breaking through your flesh.

Ever so softly, “let me satisfy you.”

[avameller]

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ࣪𖤐

Posted on the 31th of july 2024

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: none.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You get to explore your new room and try on your new clothes when ellie comes over and you guys have a little chat and it seems like the chemistry is allready striking

(special) 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: Aisha is a realitvely skinny character, IT IS ONLY because of the realistic perspective of an apocalypse people didn't have that much food/ had to save food so there were technically really many people that didn't have that much body fat on them, don't get me wrong. everyone is perfect in their own way. but this is for the purpose of the story's reality. if you are not comfortable with it I am very sorry to disappoint. Love to everyone out there <3 And thank you for reading this :) (remember to drink water! <33)

Spelling mistakes are to nicely be pointed out. <3 1292 words

(!read the disclaimer! above before continuing, yes. I am forcing you cause it is very serious.)

₃₅ I looked around my room staring in dead silence for a moment taking it all in, before letting out a shriek mini jumping around the room clapping my hands before jump sitting on the bed, which was now gonna be the bed I was gonna sleep in! I was overly excited and started to open small drawers and my closet, it was filled with different clothing, "What- is all of this for me? its like they knew they would adopt a girl?" i asked myself in shock by all the different materials

outfits are in the range of this aesthetic:

(If you don't like this aesthetic just imagine other clothes :)

₃₆ I took out a shirt holding it up in front of me scanning the material, "This is cutteee" i started finding random pieces of clothing mix-matching to find some good sets (like displayed above) and found some pieces that would look good together, after trying almost everything there was I grouped up different outfits by hanging them close together in the closet, so I would remember which ones I liked best, 

₃₇ An hour had went by with nothing but trying on what top goes with what pair of pants, looking around the room because everything felt surreal and looking out the window a couple times getting familiar with the new surroundings. There was now only one shirt left I hadn't tried or paired that was laying in the very back of the closet.

(just a basic teen top that is a little cropped you can imagine your own)

₃₈ "Ooooo, I like this," I say talking to myself as I flip it around in my hand examining the materials "It feels nice too" I add as turn around, my back facing the closet/door, I start to take off my shirt, throwing it on the bed as a knock was heard from my door, I quickened my actions "Wh-who is it?" I asked struggling a little to get the fabric over my head

- Ellies POV -

₃₉ I went down the hallway to where they said her room was, Joel had given me a whole lecture about when I was the new kid in Jackson and I had to make friends Blah Blah Blah.. so I decided to give her a chance, I let out a sigh as I ended up in front of the door, as I was about to lift my hand to knock on the door I stopped myself as I heard some ruffling behind it, I decided to knock anyway, knock knock the ruffling became a little hurried and loud "Wh-who is it?" she half yelled.

₄₀ "Uhh-" I was unsure of what to say "It's me, Ellie." I said as the silence got loud "Oh.." the voice from the other side answered sounding kinda disappointed "Can I come in?" I asked "Yeah uhh, for sure come in" I opened the door to Aisha standing with her arms crossed over her belly, she looked embarrassed "Hey," she said as her lips curled up to a thin-lipped smile "Hey," I said doing the same.

- Aishas POV -

₄₁ We stood there for a moment in silence just staring around making eye contact once every few seconds "Uh-Uhm you can sit on my bed if you want" I said a little hurried to kill the silence "Thanks.." she replied taking a seat and resting up against my headboard, I went over to sit at the end of my bed across from her, i sat down with one leg resting on the bed the other hanging off of it, "Soo..." I said "What do you like? of like stuff.." I looked at her awkwardly fiddling with my hands not knowing what else to say "Uhh I mean I like the outer space.." she replied her voice dipping a little low "Are you like a big fan? A total Space Girl? I mean it's totally cool-" I said with a little chuckle that was awkwardly cut off as her gaze went to my face trying to hide a tiny smile.

₄₂ "You think?" she asked me "Yeah it's pretty cool, I like space too," i said laying down completely putting my hands over my belly, Ellie looked at me examining me, "I like your top," she said "Thank you" I smiled tilting my head up to look at her "How did they fetch that?" she asked "I have no fucking clue," I said starting to laugh a little as she let out a chuckle herself "Are you allowed to curse?" she asked thru a choked giggle "Yeah! of course I am," I said laughing a little again "god, joel scolds me every time i do" she giggles

₄₃ "-Wait how old are you?" she asked sounding like it sparked her interest a little too much... I looked at her locking eyes with her immediately "I'm 17.." I said in a much sweeter tone than intended, she looked at me and smiled "Cool.." she said breaking eye contact as I looked back up at the ceiling, "You have to tell me your age now" I said even tho I already knew

₄₄ "I'm 18.." she said her head shifting back to me catching my attention as I look back at her "Cool.." I said copying her cold reply as she let out a scoff grinning, "Soo... are there any hot Boys or Girls? -in this town" I asked her head shot back to me "Girls?.." she asked me as I sat up on my elbows again "Yeah?" I asked quirking an eyebrow sitting up sideways leaning on my elbow "Uhmm..-" she said as I saw a faint blush on her cheeks "Well, Yeah- I mean sure there might be someone your type out there" she said denying eye contact looking into her lap

₄₅ "You like girls?" she asked me quietly "Yeah..?" I said a little nervous as I looked at her face searching for any emotion to rely on, "Do you?" I asked her "I mean.." she said as she motioned her hands down her body looking at me again "Okay, maybe, just maybe, it was a little obvious but I didn't just wanna guess, I wanted to hear it come out of your mouth before I was sure.." I said as an excuse 

₄₆ "I am kinda shocked to be honest.." she said with a nervous chuckle looking at her fingers fiddling with them "You don't look that lesbian to me it's hard to guess on you" She said as I looked her in the eyes "I mean I like both but yeah" I said with a shrug as my eyes automatically shifted to her lips for a second, she seemed to notice since she looked at mine after, the silence in our eye contact was deafening between us...

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𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 - Ellie Williams x afab!reader - Episode List

Episode Themes/Warnings :

NSFW/SMUT Marked with " ☆ " FLUFF Marked with " ♡ " ANGST Marked with " ♤ "

Episode length :

SHORT (1k- words) Marked with " ♦︎ " LONG (1k+ words) Marked with " ♣︎ "

Charecter List -> ᖭི༏ᖫྀ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ࣪𖤐

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏 - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 - ♣︎

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟐 - 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 - ♣︎

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟑 - 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 - ♦︎

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟒 - 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝? - ♦︎

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟓 - 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 - ♣︎

Planned upcoming episodes (there are more ofc)

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟔 - 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝟏)

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟕 - 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝟐)

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟖 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

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𝟒. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝?

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ࣪𖤐

Posted on the 16th of july 2024

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: none.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You meet Ellie and joel getting the feeling ellie might not like you? Lily and James show you your room.

Spelling mistakes are to nicely be pointed out. <3 753 words

- Aishas POV -

₂₉ James opens the door for me and Lily to walk in, entering i took a look around ¨I am actually liking this new family so far, James and Lily are very polite and so nice¨  I thought to myself, James closing the door after us, "James?" a deep voice was heard from another room, James walked through the big wood opening to the side "Hey! My man" I heard The man say, I looked at Lily for a moment "You can go" she gestured with an approving smile as I gave her a little nod, entering thru the doorway.

₃₀ I saw a man hugging James as his face lifted when he made eye contact with me, he let go of the hug as I stood there not knowing what to do "Is this her?" The man asked "Yeah it is" James said "Aisha this is Joel, Joel, Aisha" James introduced me to his friend that he had told me about earlier, "And this is Ellie" he pointed to an auburn-haired girl sitting with her one knee up to her face leaning on it, she looked up and gave me a smile "Hello.." I said nervously "hey" she said sounding stone cold like she didn't even wanna be there ¨she's just tired Aisha, tired. you know that feeling¨  I thought to myself, I gave her an akward smile not knowing what else to do.

- Ellies POV -

₃₁ ¨Who's she?¨ I thought to myself as I stared down the girl, ¨she looks annoying, but..? kinda pretty..¨ I punched myself mentally as I just stared out in mid-air "You okay there, Ellie?" Joel asked me "Y-yeah, I'm fine" I scoffed "I'm okay" I added "Okay then well we will get going," Joel said, I stood up from my chair ready to go.

- Aishas POV -

₃₂ "I was wondering if you guys wanted to come over later for dinner? if that is okay with Aisha too of course" James suggested looking at me, I nodded "Y-yeah I mean... It's fine with me" I said getting starred down by everyone in the room excluding Ellie "Me and Ellie would love to" Joel said as he looked at Ellie "Right Ellie?" he asked the girl that was still standing there with crossed arms "Sure thing" she said not sounding intrigued at all, "great we will see you there" Joel said as Ellie started walking towards the door, "Ellie, wait up!" Joel said running after her "Bye!" He yelled before the sound of a door slamming shut.

₃₃ "Well that was interesting," I said as James let out a chuckle "Sorry about Ellie, she is dealing with some stuff right now," he said "No of course! It's totally okay, It's not that deep" I said in reassurance, "Okay! Well, should we show you your room?" Lily asked, "I would love to!" I said in excitement "Follow me then" Lily smiled at my reaction as she started walking and I followed right behind her, we walked out to the entryway and up a staircase that led to a hallway with 3 doors, Lily started walking to the one all the way at the bottom of the hallway. She stood outside of it as I came closer she opened the door, "We thought we would decorate a little for you so you wouldn't feel too overwhelmed but you can always change it if you want!" she said with a smile

₃₄ I took a good look around with wide eyes, it was gorgeous "No-no yeah its omg its fu-" I stopped myself putting a hand over my mouth "Can I cuss?" I asked "Yes, Yes you fucking can," James said laughing a little "Ok- cause It's fucking amazing!!" I exclaimed, "We're glad you like it!" Lily said, "Do you wanna have some time to settle in alone?" James asked, "We can leave so you can make yourself at home, maybe move some stuff around," Lily said making some weird hand movements, making me chuckle "Yeah, I would like that," I said "Perfect, we will call you down for dinner in an hour or two," James said "Bye" I gave them a smile as they went out closing the door after them...

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UK DAMN WELL IM SAVINGG

bsf!ellie x fem!reader

summary: you spilled something on your shirt & when you went to go find a new one in ellie's drawer you found something else.

a/n: this was a REQ AND I FREAKING DELETED ITTTT so sorry anon if u recognize this pls pls pls msg me cs this is such a good req and i love u cutie!! this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away..

cw: men dni, 2.4k words, porn w/ little to no plot, wlw sex, pet names (mama, baby), vulgarity, profanity, dom!ellie, sub!reader, strap is reffered to as ellies cock, nipple sucking (r!receiving), black reader, choking, tiny bit of lore, degradation (just a teensy bit) + praise (also just a teensy bit), penetration (r!receiving), kinda loser ellie :p, lowk toxic!reader

“ah, fuck” you mumbled, looking down at the dribble of chocolate ice cream slowly making its way down your small white crop-top.

“oh, i gotchu” ellie murmured instinctively, her thumb reaching to try and wipe off the stain— she only made it worse. her cheeks tinted as she found herself slightly groping your chest.

you giggled, smacking her hands off and jokingly naming her a perv before you looked down to assess the damage.

ellie took this as an opportunity to stare at your chest, her eyes lingering on the supple curve of your tits poking out of the tight shirt. “you can.. borrow one of mine?” she mumbled, struggling to pull her eyes away from your assets.

“really? thank youuu” you dragged your words, giving ellie a sweet smile & a soft kiss on the cheek before popping up from the lived in couch and making your way up the stairs.

you and ellie were childhood friends, your dad being best friends with joel was the reason for you both always being in close proximity. Your dad’s were out on patrol, and you were left alone.

ellie always had a teensy crush on you.. but could you blame her? you were always so sweet, and kind— and you weren’t scared of some innocent physical affection.

she had never dared to try and hint to you that she had a crush— she opted on being a loyal friend, listening to you ramble about the number of boys you’ve mentally destroyed, wishing it was her you’d choose to inflict your wrath on.

you reached her room, pushing the door gently and standing in the doorway for a few seconds before your gaze landed on the drawer next to her bed. you walked towards it, your eyes flickering over the knick-knacks she had scattered across her drawer before opening the first one.

there was a few band tees, one or two nerdy t-shirts with her favorite comic book characters and under the mess of unfolded cloth there laid one of your favorites. You reached to get it from under all the shirts and felt something hard and considerably cold.

you furrowed your brows, wrapping your hand around it, letting your fingers trace the ridges in this "unknown" object.

this could not be what you think it is.

right?

you pulled the object from under the clothes and your pupils widened at the sight of a 8-inch strap, veins and all. your other hand came up to carefully run your fingers along the tip of it, thousands of thoughts running through your head.

where did she get this? who the fuck is she using it on? why has she hid this from you?

you were dumbfounded, swallowing heavily as you imagined ellie— your ellie, with someone else. her clammy palms grasping someone else’s waist, her adorable pink lips trailing down someone else’s neck, her lewd words being whispered in someone else’s ear.

you couldn’t take it.

“what’s in your hand?” ellie’s voice rasped out, lingering in your ears. you quickly turned around, swiftly hiding the strap before facing her.

“what do you mean?” you played dumb, raising an eyebrow while looking at her with an amorous glance, almost successfully coercing her to succumb to the power of your gaze, but she wasn’t that pathetic.

she began to walk towards you, prompting a low ‘fuck’ to slip from your lips. you weren’t oblivious to the way you impacted her, usually the look would cause her to stand down.

she harshly grasped your wrist, bringing towards the middle of you both. she let out an chagrined sigh, looking up at you with sheepish eyes— trying to find a way to explain.

“it’s not what you think..” she sputtered as if you had just caught her cheating on you.

“w-where’d you get this? matter of fact, who do you use this on?” you stammered with an accusing tone, your eyes flickered with turmoil.

“is that really impor—“ she mumbled reaching for the strap, you quickly pulled away before cutting her off.

“yes!” your brows knitted, trying to understand what she was hiding.

she sighed defeatedly, avoiding your piercing glare, “um— i don’t know… cat? uh… there’s been a few others but i don’t even really know ‘em” she babbled nervously, apparently not wanting to make you upset.

ellie had her own adventures, and her own buddies to take them with.

you fuckin’ hated that.

“cat? you’ve fucked cat?” you say, ignoring the fact that she’s had partners whose names she can’t even remember.

“yeah.. only a few times” she shrugged, meeting your eyes. she began to question why she was explaining herself.

“wait— i don’t need to explain myself to you, this is my business.” she piped, reaching for the strap but you shoved her, surprising her and yourself.

“what is so great about fuckin’ cat? she’s nobody— god, you really fucked her?” you were feeling thoroughly betrayed, but you had no idea why.

you held no animosity toward cat, you even thought she wad quite nice— but in your mind, ellie was yours & she’d stay that way.

ellie eyes widened at your frustration, before beginning to realize— you were jealous. she surveyed your expressions, she could tell you felt uneasy about the thought of her exploring someone else.

a half smile creeped onto her face, making you even more frustrated. before you could say anything she blurted, “you’re jealous”

a moment of silence passed between you two, before you found the gall to respond, “no— i’m not jealous!” your confrontational demeanor quickly faltered, the roles switched.

“yes.. you are” she mumbled, taking a step closer, making your breath hitch. you licked your lips nervously, not breaking eye contact.

“why would I be? no matter how many girls you mess with, you know you’d leave em’ all for me” you stated, leaning in a bit to mess with her— gain some of the power you had lost back.

“that’s not true” she whispered unsure.

she knew— full and well, that if you ever even hinted at reciprocating her feelings she’d drop everything just to wait at your hand and feet.

“really? prove it” you murmured, leaning in closer to place your soft lips against her chapped ones, giving her a tender kiss— one she couldn’t help but return.

she tried to resist, tried to stop herself from kissing you back but she couldn’t. the sensation in her stomach wouldn’t let her, her chest against yours was enough for her to fold, once you gave her a simple taste of your lips she was now forever yours.

your free hand came up to slip into her hair, tugging her auburn hair and causing her to whimper desperately against your lips. her knees went weak, as she hesitated to place her hands on your enticing waist.

you pulled away but ellies lips craved yours, chasing them hopelessly. you muttered through quick desperate kisses, “I bet— cat can’t— kiss like me.. huh?” you murmured against her lips, slowly pushing her toward bed while your lips moved in harmony, ellie making the sweetest mewls.

“m’no— nuh-uh” she panted, her brows knitted together while she savored your taste. you straddled her, ellies trembling fingers slipping into your back pockets, pushing your hips towards hers.

“need you, please” she babbled, as your lips traveled down her neck, eliciting pants and pathetic whines to slip from her lips.

“show me” you murmured in her ear, marking your path down her neck, her wide eyes looking at you with confusion.

“what?” she stammered, her hands holding firmly on to your hips, you could feel her clammy palms against your skin and it almost made you giggle.

“how you use it” referring to the strap that had been thrown to the corner of the bed. her grip on your hips tightened at your words as her eyes darkened, she took a second before flipping you both over, and her hand found its way to your neck.

“take it all off” she mumbled, you could hardly detect any nervousness in her voice, just lust.

you pulled off your chocolate stained crop top, reaching down in between you both to unbutton your jeans, lifting your hips up to slip them off, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

“so fuckin’ beautiful, mama” she mumbled, kissing down your chest, her touch becoming rougher than expected. somehow, without you noticing, unclasped your bra.

she abruptly pulled it off of you, and before she could elicit a gasp from your lips she latched on to your nipple, closing her eyes and groaning around your chest.

she wasn’t doing this for your pleasure—no— she was doing it for herself, she got off on this, seeing you under her, feeling you in her mouth.

she sucked hard, making you cry out, slip your delicate fingers into her short hair, pulling roughly causing her eyebrows to knit as she groaned against you.

“fuck— keep doing that, baby” she mumbled, latching off to give the same attention to your other boob. Her tongue swirling around your now aroused perky nipple, while her hand gently kneaded your other tit, a knot formed in your stomach-- she was too good at this. wetness pooled in your panties.

"y'so needy-- be patient" her pink links mumbled against your chest, leaving wet hot kisses down your soft skin, your skin glistening so perfectly with her saliva.

You tugged her hair with desperation, "els, need you please" you whimpered, her eyes glistened, she had been waiting for this moment for years-- dreaming, fantasizing about pleasuring you. "--and take off all these clothes" you groaned, tugging at the hem of her shirt, your brain foggy with images of her shirtless, her faint abs to firm muscles on display-- all for you.

she sat up, pulling her shirt over her head, throwing it somewhere in the room, your hands instinctively flying to her abdomen tracing her muscles with your finger tips, murmuring, "so fuckin' hot" under your breath.

"what was that?" she teased, while she leaned back down, meeting your lips gently, giggles passed between you two as your hand held her hips, slightly touching her v-line.

"y'gonna fuck me or not?" you mumbled against her lips, nipping at her bottom one while one of your hands departed from her hips playing with the cold metal button at the front of her jeans. "mhm, m'gonna fuck you, mama' she muttered between kisses as she unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them off before taking the strap and putting it on over her boxers, your eyes locked on her movements.

ellie wasn't gentle in any of the fantasies you involuntarily (not so much) had of her, she'd devour you, ravish you, whatever it took to destroy you and build you back up. You'd imagined how good she'd fuck you, making you see stars, go limp under her touch, the dirty words she'd murmur in your ears that would make your cheeks go warm.

ellie's hands traced the lace waist-band of your panties before traveling under your thighs propping them up a bit, pinching at the plump flesh, watching your dark skin go a little red, causing you to whine and lift your hips a little bit, needing her touch.

her thumb rubbed the little wet-spot on your panties, "awe, you soaked for me?" she cooed, as you gasped, the feel of her calloused finger pressing against your covered folds. "elssss, cmon" you groaned, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration.

"alright, alright" she giggled, hooking her fingers in your adorable panties, and pulling them down your thighs revealing your soaked pussy, your slick almost dripping onto the bed. you could feel the tip of ellie's cock prodding at your hole, waiting to intrude and your pussy was eager to let it.

"keep your fuckin' legs open" the rasp in her voice making you impossibly wet, she pushed in, your pussy swallowing her cock so deliciously-- her eyes were locked on how well you took her, groaning at the lewd sight. you gasped, knitting your eyebrows while your nails digged crescents into her arm, "shit, look how she's taking me" she panted in your ear, her filthy words causing you to tighten around her cock and just the sight of your gorgeous cunt squeezing around her gave her enough pleasure.

"fuuuck, els!" you whined, as she stuffed your puffy pussy, bucking her hips causing you to squeeze her arms even harder, "ah-- fuck, you hear her? fuckin' screaming for me" ellie boasted, pumping into you at a relentless pace, her words made you lose focus, your brain fogging up-- you couldn't even answer-- the only think your brain could process was your high pitched moans filling the rooms, along with the squelching from ellies cock pounding in and out of your eager cunt.

Ellie bent down a little more, her face right next to yours biting your shoulder occasionally, "being s'good for me, huh?" she grunted in your ear, "can't-- take it!" you cried out, begging her with glossy eyes, whining with every pound, "shut up-- fuckin' take it" she groaned, putting her hand under your thigh and hiking your knee over her shoulder, pistoning into your used hole, your thighs glistening with slick, the new position made you completely non-verbal, throwing your head back with a long whine, your thighs littered with light bruises, her hand around your neck as she stuffed your walls. you could feel yourself almost drooling, it was entirely too much.

"you think you're so fuckin' smart-- have control over me? huh?" she tutted, getting faster, deeper, opening your legs as she stroked deeper, abusing your cunt, "m'gonna fuck you so hard-- leave you numb-- fucking speak" she snarled, her grip on your throat a little tighter as you almost squeaked, "pleaase, 's too much!" you cried, your thighs beginning to shake, and it didn't even phase her, instead she got faster, your eyes rolled in the back of your head, you couldn't even function.

your lips were wide open, her hands restricting your airways, leaving you lightheaded, making you so much more sensitive, intoxicated by ellies cock, the knot in your stomach unfurled leaving you trembling around her cock.

her pace was constant, the strap hitting her pretty clit perfectly, the sight of you trembling, shaking, the white ring around her cock tied along with the pressure against her clit sent her over the edge.

there you were, your sweaty bodies lying against each other as you panted in each others ears.

now you know how she uses it

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𝟑. 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ࣪𖤐

Posted on the 13th of july 2024

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: none.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You get introduced to a pair of adults and a possible new place to call your home.

Spelling mistakes are to nicely be pointed out. <3 483 words

- Aishas POV -

₂₃ "Aisha, this is James and Lily Gates. James and Lily, this is Aisha Montes," Tommy said "Hello," I said with a smile, "Hi there," Lily said with a smile "Hey" James smiled "Would you like us to show you what your future home could be like?" Lily asked, "Yes, I would love to!" I say excitedly, "Great!" James says as I stand up from the uncomfy wooden chair letting out a sigh of relief, I wanted to stand up but felt it was kinda rude.

₂₄ They headed out the door as I swiftly followed behind their steps to the outside, the wind was very still but a nice temperature, it was a nice day and something great was about to happen, I could feel it. We started walking down the gravel road silence between all of us, Only the shoes scraping against the stones making noise until Lily speaks up. 

₂₅ "So we have a room that is plainly decorated on the second floor, we hope you like it," She says as we keep walking "A room just for me?" I asked "Yeah" James smiled at me "Oh wow! thank you, guys" I said excited to see the house and my very own room!? we walked a little more till we reached a house, looking at it from the outside it seemed pretty big, it was a 2-story house with a white porch and flowers scattered all around it.

₂₆ "we're here!" Lily said as we stood in front of the house, it was a nice navy blue color, with white window panes and a white front door, there was a cute rocking chair outside with a little welcome mat, some potted plants, and a small vintage bell with a string of rope attached that was used as a doorbell, it was so cute and cozy and was I damn ready to call this home!! "This looks so cute!" I let out

₂₇ "This is Nirvana, we named our house Nirvana, after Jameses favorite band," she said with a giggle "Should we head inside?" she asked me "Yeah sure" I said as we walked up the 3 leading steps to the small porch "Oh, Lily! I forgot to tell you Joel and Ellie are over" James said 

₂₈ "Oh!" Lily said "Is that okay with you Aisha? Ellie is actually about your age, she is, isn't she?" Lily asked James sounding very confused "I mean Ellie is 18 turning 19 right?" he asked back looking like he was digging deep in his mind for that information  "Well, I mean I'm 17 turning 18 so I mean it's really no biggie," I said with a chuckle giving them a smile giving them the look of acceptance.

Ellie?... interesting..

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𝟐. 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ࣪𖤐

Posted on the 9th of July 2024

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mentions of scars/open wounds

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You get brought back to their base which is called "Jackson Community". You go get your wounds checked out and taken care of. You get told about your possible new family.

Spelling mistakes are to nicely be pointed out. <3 1023 words

- Aishas POV -

₁₄ The group of people on horses brought me back to their town -which I soon learned was called Jackson Community.I was brought to a big cabin and into a room with lots of chairs in it¨must be where I will get my wounds checked out¨ I thought to myself looking around, the walls were painted a scrappy blue and there was a stupidly big fat red cross painted across one of the walls "Can I have my knife back? It was a proud found of mine" I suddenly remember asking him acting innocent.

₁₅ "The kids here don't walk around armed." He said sternly as I dropped the innocent act "But im 17?" I said, "Still a kid." I looked at him with an annoyed expression "But! If you take a course on fighting and take patrol tryouts we will hold it till you turn 19 and you're old enough to carry weapons around" which made me a little hopeful "Well? better than nothing! I'll take it! please hold it for me" I give him a smile which he returns.

₁₆ "I will then, Aisha" He smiles with a little nod as a nurse comes out from the other side of a door labeled Room 105, "Scars and cuts!" The man says as the woman nods us to come in, I stand up heading into the room slowly scanning the new room, the man follows me into the room with the nurse "She was attacked" He informed her as she nodded giving him a sweet smile"ill take care of her, thank you for bringing her in" she said as he looked at me "I will go now kiddo, uhm..  and after this, a new family is waiting who would like to adopt you...? how's that sound?" he asks unsure tone scanning my face for a reaction, my face lit up as he said that "A new family?! is there any kids?? am I going to have like, siblings??" I ask as he chuckles "I'll come pick you up later, think about it!" he says "I will!" I say as he exits the room.

₁₇¨a new family?! Oh my fucking god! But how could I do that to my old family? wouldn't that be rude?.. they would tell me to do it! it's for my own good. and I need to have a guardian of some sort if i need to live in this town¨ I think to myself, just then the nurse walks up to me "Hi there" she smiles at me preparing a cloth with what looked like alcohol "Hello" I answer her returning a smile, "Can you show me the places you were scratched?" She asked politely as I showed her under my shirt on my abdomen, 2 on my left arm, and a couple on my legs as well.

₁₈ "Ow those must'of hurt," she said "It did" I added "This is gonna be a little painful," she said warning me as she put the cloth over the scar on my stomach ¨A LITTLE?!¨ "OW!" I scream as I wince in pain my belly muscles stiffening as I covered my mouth with my hand looking at her wide-eyed, "Sorry" she mumbles "But we have to keep going" she says as she slowly puts it back on the scar "AuH!.." I wince in pain tightening my hand around my mouth.

₁₉ After about 15 minutes of pain, 3 new cloths, lots of bandaging, and a sprinkle of the words 'thank you' and I was outta' that place for good. The man, whose name I learned was Tommy, had picked me up again and taken me to an office where a lady was sitting a little too formally in a wooden chair. "Here's the girl," he said "Hello, Aisha." she said as I looked at her confused "And you know my name?" I asked furrowing an eyebrow at her "A smart brain didn't need to think twice about that one, kiddo" she said with a laugh "Tommy.." I said now realising how stupid that sentence was.

₂₀ "We have a married couple who has been trying to have kids for 4 years with no luck, so they think it's because she can't get pregnant.." she said sounding a little hurt for them, "The mother's name is Lily, and the Father's name is James that is if, you want them to adopt you" she smiled at me "You can meet them soon and decide then," she says  "if you don't click with them, that's okay we will find you another family" she added "Can't I just be parentless?" I asked "We don't want any children being parentless here in this community, we try to find every kid a place to call home and people to call family," she said which kinda warmed my heart a little

₂₁¨Maybe this 'town' isn't so bad after all¨ I thought to myself as I smiled at the women "could i meet them now??" I said "They will come in later I sent Tommy out to find them and tell them your here" She said, "cool." I mumbled back as I glanced around at the different decorations around the walls, there was an old-looking picture with her, a child, and a cat "What's that?" I said curiosity getting the best of me "Huh?" she said as she looked to where my finger was pointing "Oh! This? That's an old picture of me, my son, and our old cat" she said as she smiled warmly at the picture ¨it must mean a lot to her¨ - "cool" I replied in a more not-so-dry tone not wanting to sound like I didn't give a fuck.

₂₂ Suddenly the door opened and two adults came walking in with Tommy right behind them...

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𝟏. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ࣪𖤐

Posted on the 7th of July 2024

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Blood & a little gore (if you squint), talk of weapons.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You just killed an infected. you make your way through the city finding some new stuff. when you head out you hear a gunshot, a group of people on horses find you and bring you back to their base.

Spelling mistakes are to nicely be pointed out. <3 1219 words

- Aishas POV -

₁ "Fuck that!" I hissed as I hid behind a broken car, "shit" I groan in pain holding a hand over the scratch "Stupid fuckin' infected" I say as I remove my hand to take a look at the scratch from the infected, blood starting to leak "Stupid fucker" I add getting back up walking over to the dead infected, slowly checking if the coast was clear so I could snatch my knife back.

₂ In a quick motion, I bend down to the zombie's head getting a grip of my knife and pulling it out. As I stood back up looking around for a second I looked back at the infected that was now lying motionless on the ground, I gave the head a little kick letting out a small scoff in the process before picking my backpack up and wandering off.

₃ I walked around for some time looking at the different buildings, the air was filled with silence only the sounds of birds echoing throughout the place, I continued walking my sneakers scraping the grounds beneath me as I looked through the windows of some shops that had been fully picked over, one of the shops being an -adult toys & undergarments- shop... it seemed interesting, and I was debating going in to take a look, but I needed to find food to keep myself energized and, well- so I won't die of starvation at 17-,  I found a building with a few windows that looked interesting to take a look at.

₄ It took me about 5 minutes to find an actual entrance where I didn't have to do too much to push my body through a crack, I got in and took out my flashlight to look around the place, there was a pretty big amount of stuff that hadn't been pocketed yet, I only took what was needed to survive tho, I found a bag of raw spaghetti laying in a corner "Jackpot!"I whispered to myself, I picked it up to look for any damage, the bag was practically sealed shut, there being nothing wrong with it I put it in my backpack.

₅ I turn to go around the rest of the shelves. The shop was very cramped and the entrances were very small so I wasn't scared of running into an infected, it would have jumped me the moment I got in if there ever was one, I looked at the useless stuff that was slowly catching spider webs and dust as I spot a knife on the bottom shelf at the end of the row.

₆ "Jackpot twice!" I whisper to myself again happy to have 2 knives ¨I am really lucky today, aren't I?¨ I think to myself as I check the last couple of shelves for stuff, not finding anything important that could help me along the way.

₇ I head out of the shop as I hear a gunshot, I freeze. I quickly shake off the shock finding a trash can to hide behind, I scan the parts of the area I can see from behind the object, nothing being in sight. As soon as I was about to run a stone under my shoe screeches alerting an infected that I hadn't spotted, it quickly turns its head in my direction letting out a loud clicker screech, fear overcomes me as the infected starts storming in my direction.

₈ I quickly head out from my spot onto the middle of the street, franticly looking around for a way to go, I run down the street with every power I have left to find somewhere safe to head to, as I start to lose my stamina I reach for the knife I had pocketed, I would have to fight it. I had no other option, I took out my knife and unfolded it.

₉ I stopped dead in my tracks swiftly turning around, at the same moment the infected had caught up close to me, I held my knife out as it charged towards me, It caught me and as I tried to stab it in the head multiple times, the infected also managed to dodge every time, my strength loosened as it tumbled me to the ground, I let out a scream as it scratched at my skin harshly, I aggressively tried to stab it everywhere I could reach miserably failing every time.

₁₀ *Gunshot* Suddenly the infected stopped moving as I pushed it off me in a hurry moving back in terror, I slowly crept over to it seeing a huge hole at the top of its skull "It's dead" a voice was heard from behind me, I quickly turned around in fear holding out my knife as my best defense, a group of people on horses were standing in front of me with guns pointing directly at me "I-im not infected! I-i-i swear! don't, shoot!" I trembled over my words "What's your name?" The man asked "A-Aisha" I added shaking still holding the knife up.

₁₁ "Drop the weapon, and put it out of hands reach" the guy aggressively demanded, he looked like the leader of their group. It took me a moment to give in and throw my knife to the floor, I did have a spare knife in case they tried anything. Not that it would help me in any way- "We have a dog that can smell if a person is infected or not, if you aren't infected he will walk back, if you are he will rip you to shreds, understand?" The man states making me nervous, I nod persistently to not make him doubt a shot to my forehead, the dog went close to me with gritted teeth and started sniffing me around, after a little, it slowly went back to the human that had unleashed it before.

₁₂ "She's clear" the woman announced, ¨well no shit I said I was¨ as I went to turn around to grab my knife it was gone "Did you take my knife?" I said getting a little mad that they took a weapon I just fetched myself "We don't want you to hurt us on the way back" the woman said now sounding a little sweet ¨How the fuck did they do that without me noticing?¨ "Where are your parents?" she added ".. T-they died a long time ago" I hesitated to bring them up "We could bring you back with us? if you're okay with that, and we could help you rinse those nasty wounds," she said as I took a look at the areas that hurt.

₁₃ They were pretty nasty... "Do you have food?" I asked "Plenty of it," the woman said with a smile "I guess I could use a home.." I said softening a little, I had never actually found someone who wanted to help me, it was nice to finally find someone who cared a little, plus I can't keep supplying myself out there alone, I would probably die sooner or later if they hadn't found me and shot that infected off of me "Come on let's get you back and Heal your wounds" the lady said as she helped me onto a horse...

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ࣪𖤐

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

This book is written with the 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐀𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 such as; 𝐈, 𝐦𝐲, and 𝐦𝐞 ...

𝐀𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 Portrayed by 𝐘𝐨𝐮

FaceClaim by 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

- 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 -

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬          

(Unknown ;)

𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧          

(Best Friend)

𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 (𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡)          

(Good Friend)

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐦𝐚       

(Friend)

𝐏𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧          

(Friend)

- 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 / 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 -

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧      

(Adopted - Father)

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧         

(Adopted - Mother) 

𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫          

(Adopted Father's Friend - Friend) 

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𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Episode Themes/Warnings :

NSFW/SMUT Marked with " ☆ " FLUFF Marked with " ♡ " ANGST Marked with " ♤ "

Episode length :

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Total posted Works: 5

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 ::

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 ::

→ 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 - Ellie Williams x afab!reader ❦

Aisha Montes - Played by You. A skilled girl who only killed to survive. Her family had died of the virus 2 years prior. She had been on her own ever since, having to find shelter in the abandoned and torn-apart apartments and stores around the towns. One day a group of people found her with bruises and scars after she had fought off an infection and brought her back to the community of Jackson, where her new life was about to begin.

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ::

→ 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

𝐔𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬...

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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 - ☆,♣︎ - COMMING SOON!!

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upcomming..

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄

My aritst name is Ava Meller

Im Danish / German

My Pronouns are She/Her/Hers

Im a December Capricorn

Im a Lesbian

Been writing since I was 13 years old (Online & On paper)

I am a part of the The Last Of Us and The Black Phone Fandoms and you will probably be seeing that type of content :D

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 <𝟑!

The late night show - Bella Ramsey 𝐁𝐲 @adorethedistance

Your lips my lips - Bella Ramsey 𝐁𝐲 @williamswifey

Pure pleasure - Bella Ramsey 𝐁𝐲 @lilpotatjj

Smoke me out - Ellie Williams 𝐁𝐲 @bonewreath

What if I dont wanna stop? - Ellie Williams 𝐁𝐲 @misserabella

New Years Kiss - Bella Ramsey 𝐁𝐲 @x-aefx

Priority - Bella Ramsey 𝐁𝐲 @x-aefx

Dear Dairy - Ellie Williams 𝐁𝐲 @sleepyangelkami

Cuff me up - Ellie williams 𝐁𝐲 @misserabella

THIS MASTERLIST!! 𝐁𝐲 @elslvrsworld

FIC RECS 𝐁𝐲 @diddiqueen

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌!!

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