dearestdolly444

[dearestdolly444]

who i wanted to be:

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[dearestdolly444]

OH MY GOD. I THINK I DIED PLS ILY💗💗😭

a blurb in which ellie’s a sex shop worker you’re becoming very, very well-acquainted with <3

18+ mdni! shoo!

you’re on the verge of what would be your most earth-shattering orgasm to date when your vibrator betrays you.

your naked body, painted with a thin layer of sweat, sprawls over the wrinkled sheets of your bed, the damp fabric clinging to your skin as you gasp for breath. you’re working the vibrator over your slick folds, through the creamy spend of your previous orgasm, and every sensation below your waist is pure ecstasy. it hasn’t taken long to bring you right back to the edge - your back arches of its own accord, your eyes squeezing shut as a flurry of daydreams passes through your head.

all of them, it turns out, involve the very person who’d sold you the vibrator buzzing between your legs. ellie.

her hands on your hips, your ass, your throat. her mouth on your neck, her tongue on your clit. you can almost feel the warm puffs of breath she’d huff down at you as she fucked you, splitting you open with her strap and leaving you empty-headed and spent.

the mental images alone are enough to send you reeling, and right as you’re about to pass the threshold into the white-hot, blinding pleasure of another orgasm, the persistent hum of your vibrator abruptly cuts off.

you could throw up. you could cry. you could exercise sound logic and just charge the damn thing, but instead of any of the above, you find yourself rummaging through your drawers for whatever clothes you can find. sweats and a band tee, a mismatched pair of socks. nothing else.

ellie’s behind the counter again when you pull the door open. the shrill chirp of the entrance sensors draws her eyes to you, and you’re unsurprised to find her smoking a cigarette, body huddled over the edge of the counter. her brows lift in surprise when she sees you.

“back already?” she asks, putting out her cig leisurely. “must’ve gone really well. or maybe really poorly?“

you don’t miss the way her eyes roam over your figure, lingering on your chest; you’re not wearing a bra, and the peaks of your nipples are visible beneath the thin fabric. your back straightens.

“it died.”

“oh,” ellie says. “did you… charge it?”

“no, i wanted to—i thought maybe i could try something else.” you chew at your lower lip, casting a glance at the wall of toys from which ellie had plucked your vibrating bullet the first time you’d come here. you turn back to ellie just in time to see something dark glimmer in her eyes. she nods.

“yeah, of course. think you’re ready for something more intense? c’mon.” she nods her head towards the toy section, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder. you follow her and watch as she surveys the wall of toys, the sheer volume of packages just as overwhelming as last time. ellie reaches out for a hot pink box, shiny lettering spelling out Boss Lady across the top. you grimace.

“what kind of name is that for a sex toy?” you quip, reaching for the package. ellie snatches it out of reach.

“ah-ah, sweetheart, don’t doubt the Boss Lady. she packs quite the punch.”

“really, now?” you ask, cocking a brow. “you know from experience?”

ellie just smiles, dimples in her cheeks. “if the name is just too cringy for you, we can find something else. but i recommend her—i think you’ll have lots of fun with her.”

“okay, fine. you pulled my leg.” you reach for the box again, and ellie lets you grab it this time, her gaze on you as you flip the package over and read through some of the metallic pink text adorning the back. the only rabbit vibrator you’ll ever need, it reads. powerful dual stimulation will keep you satisfied!

it occurs to you then, as you follow ellie to the register and dig in your pockets for some cash, that you should probably be embarrassed. here you are, a week after your first ever vibrator purchase, ready to fork over some hard-earned cash for a second one—one with a questionable name, no less. your cheeks warm as ellie regards you from the other side of the register, the heels of her hands pressed to the counter. there’s a knowing look on her face, her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk, that dark look from earlier still dancing in her eyes.

god, she probably thinks you’re a sex addict. she totally thinks you’re a sex addict.

“is it weird that i’m back so soon?” you ask, before you can think to filter yourself. ellie’s brows knit together in confusion.

“huh? no, no, not at all—we have plenty of regulars, you know.” she types something into the register, eyes still fixed on you. “i’d say it’s weirder that you’re here at two in the morning.”

you blink. “two?”

“two twenty-one, to be precise.” ellie nods at the clock on the wall, the hour, minute, and second hands made of three different flesh-toned penis cutouts. “but hey, i get it. your vibrator died.”

you clear your throat. “how much do i owe you?”

“hm. well…” ellie drums her fingers on the cash wrap’s countertop. “i’m feeling generous tonight. answer one question for me, and Boss Lady is yours for free.”

“i’m awful at trivia,” you confess.

“trivia? jesus.” ellie barks a surprised laugh. “i’m not—it’s not trivia.”

narrowing your eyes, you shuffle up to the counter and nod. “okay, fine. ask away.”

ellie moves in closer, too, head dipping ever so slightly to allow her to peer down at you. it takes everything in you to keep your eyes from lingering over her frame and drinking in every inch of her: the bold lines of her forearm tattoo, the burn-holes in the collar of her shirt, the faint kiss of freckles on the bridge of her nose. but while you attempt to reign in your wandering gaze, ellie doesn’t hold back. she takes her time looking you over. bites the plush, pink swell of her lower lip.

then: “what were you thinking about?”

“huh?”

“earlier, when you were touching yourself. before the vibrator died. what were you thinking about?”

“that’s your question?” you chew on the inside of your cheek. embarrassment roils in your stomach; she has to know that, while your body writhed in the center of your mattress, cunt twitching and gushing, you’d been thinking of her.

ellie smirks. “you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.”

“no, it’s… it’s okay,” you murmur. your palms are clammy and you force your gaze to Boss Lady, waiting patiently on the counter for her chance to help you see god. “i was thinking about, um… you, actually.”

you’re still staring at the gaudy pink package on the counter, hands squeezed into fists at your side. you can feel the half-moon indents of your nails digging into your palms, and just as the silence stretches a bit too long for your comfort, ellie laughs.

it’s a wicked thing, a biting sound. all self-satisfaction and enthrallment. you dare to steal a glance at her, and she’s grinning like a maniac, her cheeks tinged the prettiest shade of red.

“can i tell you something?” she asks, stuffing a hand into her pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. her fingers glide over the cash register, clicking at a few buttons, and she slides the money into each respective slot before pushing the drawer closed with a satisfying click. “i’ve been touching myself to the thought of you, too.”

mouth going dry, you gawk at ellie like she’s got four heads; she simply beams at you like she didn’t just admit that she’s thought about you with her hand between her legs. she leans over the counter, one strong hand reaching towards you to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“you seem nervous,” she says.

“i’m—i don’t…” you trail off, cheeks positively flaming.

“tell you what,” ellie begins, retracting her hand. she moves back from the counter and crosses her arms over her chest. your eyes flicker over the whorls of ink that decorate her skin, biceps flexed just so; your cunt throbs. “you can go now, if you want. i won’t stop you.”

“or,” she says, voice dipping low, husky, “you can lock that front door, and i can show you how much fun you can have with your new toy.”

she reaches a hand out and taps the box for emphasis, and you’re struck by how at ease she seems. how comfortable she is with your mutual attraction and the opportunity to act on it. it lights a fire in you, one that engulfs every last trace of doubt.

you lock the front door, of course.

[dearestdolly444]

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[dearestdolly444]

writing ellie with a prey kink when????

CASE CLOSED

female reader x ellie williams

cw ; suggestive. !!!!!!dark themes!!!!!!. sadism. degrading. illusions to murder. prey/primal kink. chasing. slapping. forced affection (?)

"are you scared of me?"

you keep your gaze fixated on the damp grass as ellie circles you slowly. you don't know why she brought you out into the woods— it was cold and wet, dark. the trees were engulfed in pitch black fog, the only light being the moon shining above.

you should feel safe with your girlfriend, she would protect you in the scary woods... right? from all the evil things?

no. ellie is the evil thing. you probably needed protection from her.

"yes." you reply quietly, feeling your heart thump rapidly in your chest. there's no use lying to her, she could see right through you.

ellie hums softly, reaching her hand out to brush her fingers against your back as she walks around you. "say it." she demands.

you flinch a little at her touch, tugging at the bottom of your skirt. she told you to dress up all pretty, you thought maybe she was taking you out to dinner. and now here you were, stood in the middle of the woods. "i'm scared of you..." you admit.

she huffs a laugh, continuing to lightly trail her fingers on your body as she circles you, feeling the goosebumps on your exposed arms. "cold?"

you nod hesitantly, glancing up at her. she didn't look like herself— there was something... off. it was like looking at a stranger.

she sighs unsympathetically, "should of worn something a little less... revealing, huh?" she scoffs, as if she didn't tell you to wear exactly that.

your frown deepens, looking down at your outfit and back up at her. you part your lips to say something, but decide against it, not wanting to cause trouble.

she scowls at you, like she was disgusted in your choice of outfit. "stupid girl..." she mutters, but you hear it. she stops in front of you, standing tall and looking over your bowed head at the woods with a blank glare. "stop looking so god damn pitiful."

you look up at her, trying to rid the woeful look in your eyes. you watch her look around the dark woods with a bored expression, contemplating her intentions.

she sighs, "it's dark... wonder what's lurking in these woods, hm?"

you look into the darkness too, her words planting unpleasant images in your head. "you think you would survive out here on your own?... i could just leave you here. nobody would find you for days. weeks."

your frown deepens, swallowing thickly. what?

"and they'd come to my work, ask me if i know anything..." she sighs, reaching her hand up to your face and brushing her fingers over your jaw. "and i'd say 'no, of course not.'"

"ellie..." you whisper, beginning to feel nauseous as she taunts you. you know she's trying to scare you— and it's working.

she suddenly grabs your jaw, pulling your face closer to her. "'no, of course not. i love her, i would never hurt her.'"

you feel tears prick in your eyes, imagining the scenario. ellie was a damn good liar, could manipulate anyone and get her way out of anything. even murder.

"oh, but i did," she sings maliciously, her green eyes blown wide. she smiles wickedly, watching tears pool in your eyes. "case closed."

she roughly lets go of your jaw, pushing your face away from her. if you weren't scared before, you surely were now. she begins to circle you again, halting right behind you.

you shift your weight uncomfortably, your hands shaking. her hand gently moves your hair from your neck, leaning closer and pressing a light kiss to your pulse point, feeling the rapid beating against her lips. she chuckles, kissing your jaw.

she sucks in a deep breath, "oh, you sweet little girl. you had so much ahead of you... so smart, so beautiful... such a shame what happened to you in the woods."

tears finally spill down your cheeks at her words, unable to conceal the sob that slips through your lips. you're terrified, confused...

ellie tuts, hearing your cry. "don't cry. no use in crying, no one can hear you." her big hands come down to your hips, holding you in place as her nose inhales your skin, practically smelling the fear radiating off you. "god, i'll miss you."

she taps her hands against your hips, almost playfully. "you love me, baby?"

you sniffle, staring into the darkness ahead of you. "i love you." you cry, and she hums in content. "please..."

she feigns a sympathetic coo at your pleas, kissing your cheek and tasting the saltiness of your tears. "come on, don't ruin your makeup... it'll make you look more stupid."

you take a deep breath, your heart still hammering in your chest and loud in your ears. adrenaline pumped in your body, sensing danger.

she pulls away from you, her hands dropping from your body. she runs her tongue over her teeth as she looks you up and down.

you contemplate begging for your life. you never thought you'd have to do this with her— when you met ellie, sure she wasn't the most mentally stable... but this... this was a whole new level of insanity.

"run."

your blood runs cold at the single demand. before you can question, she shoves you forward, making you stumble a little. "fucking run."

you don't even glance back, running off into the dark. you're running blind through the trees, panting heavily as you cry more, making it even harder to see through your cloudy, blurred vision.

the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat, your sobbing and pants, and your feet thudding and snapping twigs under you— until another pair of footsteps echo behind you. she's chasing you.

you push yourself off trees, hoping it'll speed you up, scraping your hands raw in the process. she's fast, and no doubt taking great pleasure in seeing your run away from her. this is just a game to her, but for you—

for you, this is a run for your life.

you run cluelessly, branches and thorns tearing up your legs but the adrenaline makes the pain go undetected. you're getting tired now, but god she's right behind you. she's gonna kill you. and leave your body to rot in the woods.

the heavy and fast footsteps suddenly stop behind you, you don't know whether to be relieved or worried. there's no way she's tired... right?

you slow down, panting and looking around in the darkness for any sign of her. the girl you love turned savage. you whimper sobs, stepping back and wondering if there was a way out of this damned forest.

you can't hear, you can't see properly either. all you can feel is your heart and how hard it is to breathe.

that's probably why you don't hear her.

her arm is quick to wrap around your neck from behind, pulling you back against her chest. you can feel her heartbeat, but you know too well that it's not thumping that fast from fear— no, it's excitement.

"oh, baby. you're so fucking slow."

she rests her head against the side of yours as you cry, sniffing your hair and smelling the sweat and fear coating your skin. "stop.." you sob, feeling her smile against your head.

"don't beg," she grunts, her hand coming up to tilt your face up, forcing you to look up at her. her eyes scan over your face, you can barely see her in the dark but you can make out the scowl on her face. "tell me you love me."

you frown, your eyes pleading up at her to just stop.

she presses her lips against your forehead, whacking her hand against your cheek and grabbing your jaw to keep you in place. "tell me."

"i love you." you say reluctantly, your face stinging from the smack. and you do, you love her. so much.

she hums, pressing more kisses along the side of your face as her arm tightens around your neck. "such pretty last words."

omfg i got excited sorry went too far

[dearestdolly444]

[dearestdolly444]

Need this so bad 💔 (coughs in mommy issues)

⋆ gf!ellie x reader w mommy issues — tlou discord server

gf!ellie who holds you so tightly in her lap when you cry promising she'll never leave

gf!ellie who strokes your hair and whispers in your ear how she's so proud of you

gf!ellie who lets you be all over her whenever you want, when she's cooking and you're right next to her or when she's drawing and you sit on her lap

gf!ellie who kisses your forehead with so much care and affection

gf!ellie who compliments and praises you whenever she gets the chance

gf!ellie assures you that you're worthy of loving every time you try to break up with her because you feel like you're weighing her down

gf!ellie who tells you how pretty you are and proves it by kissing your beauty marks

gf!ellie who encourages you to try new things, like food or hobbies, and promises to support you the whole time

gf!ellie who draws shapes on your back before bed, sneaking in messages

gf!ellie who brushes your hair for you when you sit on her lap

[dearestdolly444]

giggles cuz I’m a Christian (shhh)

⋆ maybe some faith would do me good

christian!virgin!reader x ellie williams

summary ⋆ ellie's forced to go to some church camp thing for the summer. maybe she'll actually enjoy it if she keeps seeing you around.

warnings ⋆ 2.78k ⋆ smut, non apocalyptic au, guys dont cancel me😅, mention of suicide (jokingly) , implied reader virginity loss, religious themes, alludes to what david did to ellie, friends to enemies to lovers kinda, dacryphilia, public sex, sex in church, public humiliation, cunnilingus and fingering (r!receiving), pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl)

ellie tried to protest when joel proposed the idea of ellie spending her summer days at some camp for religious kids that one of the elders in jackson had volunteered to host, she really did. she didn't know what joel was trying to accomplish. maybe he thought in some twisted way this would help her get over that encounter. it didn't matter what the point was, it mattered that she was being woken up at 8 in the morning on the first day of summer to go to some stupid camp. joel told her she was being dramatic, it was only a 2 and half week program and then the rest of her summer was free.

she was still grumpy nevertheless, slumping her way to this church retreat. she'd only packed enough for a week, hoping that if she ran out of clothes they'd be forced to send her home. A friendly old woman greeted her, smiling and cheerful unlike ellie. The woman led ellie to a room, explaining that this was her room during the program. She fought every urge to roll her eyes, knowing the woman was just being nice but, god, who really had that much energy this early in the morning? The woman instructed her to leave her bag on one of the best— great she had a roommate— and then make her way to the prayer room.

ellie groaned at the thought. prayer room? she might as well shoot herself now. she complied nevertheless. her feet dragging along the wooden floor, the planks creaking with every step she took. the halls were white, various pictures of religious symbolism decorating the otherwise plain walls. she couldn't deny that the hallway made her feel uneasy. she could only imagine what it looked like at night. ellie sighs as she comes across a door, half open and she can hear chatter from behind it. she worked up the courage to walk through the door, preparing herself for whatever bullshit she'll endure while she's here.

she takes a look around the room, eyes all the girls who seemed to all know each other. each girl with their own smile on their face. ellie rolled her eyes, closing the door behind her and before she could even process what was happening, she was approached by a girl. you. "i didn't think you'd be here." you smile at her, oblivious to the one sided feud you had with ellie. you were the pastor's daughter, probably the one responsible for this little get together. god, ellie hated you. the way you dressed, the way you talked, the stupid smile on your face, the even stupider bow in your hair and that little sundress that showed so much for someone like you.

truthfully, ellie didn't have a good reason to hate you. especially since you two grew up together, being raised to be built in friends. but hating you just to hate you seemed justified enough for her. "didn't have much of a choice." she barely keeps eye contact, keeping her response cold and dry. you frown at that. "oh. okay..." you look down to your shoes, it was obvious to picked up on the dismay in her tone. her mind wonders, just for a second, if she took it too far. but she shakes the thought. "yeah." she clears her throat, looking around the room once again. "well... um..." it was ridiculous how quickly your confidence was knocked down. all because of ellie.

ellie chuckles, finding some sick amusement in your reaction. you were going to speak again, probably to ask something like 'are you mad at me?' but you were dragged away by your friends. ellie sighed, watching you walk away. her eyes trailing from the back of your head all the way down to your— woah. why the hell did she look there?! god, but the damage was done. ellie wanted to look again, certain parts of her practically begging for just another glance. she refuses though, instead focusing on one of the stained glass windows. nothing fancy, just a red cross with a blue background. the funding for this particular chapel wasn't exactly the highest.

ellie could feel herself warm up, her mind jolting such crude thoughts about you. she groaned, running a hand through her hair. you had her mind so confused. she hated your guys. she really did. but all she could think about when she saw you was how much she wanted to bend you over and just yell at you. for what? she didn't know. for being too religious? too kind? too innocent? her mind wanders again, to a new thought she'd never had before. she wanted to ruin you, give it to you until you couldn't possibly take it any more. watching all the innocent leave your eyes while she filled you with sin. ellie snaps out of her thoughts, noticing that the woman from earlier had begun to speak about the quote unquote 'fun activities planned'.

through out the day, she tried to avoid you. even when you tried your very hardest to make amends for something you had no clue about. she participated in the church themed activities with little enthusiasm, being told more than once to at least act like she was having fun. the sun had begun to set, the chaperones calling out that dinner was ready. but ellie wasn't hungry. she managed to slip away from everyone else. wondering the semi creepy halls, just thinking to herself. she counted how many times the floor squeaked and creaked. she was content with just doing that until she counted a creak that she didn't make.

she turned around, her heart rate a little elevated only to find out it was just you. she sighed and rolled her eyes, returning to her initial path. "hey... they said dinner was ready." you were weary, nervous and shy even, and she couldn't blame you. "i know." her tone was less harsh this time. perhaps she was feeling guilty for her outburst earlier. "you're... um, you're going the wrong way." you were just trying to be helpful, but with every word you spoke, the more ellie got angry at you. "i know." she repeated. she heart your soft footsteps running up behind her to catch up. "so, why are you going this way?" your voice was so sweet, just like the honey ellie imagined licking off your body at least 30 times today.

she didn't answer, continuing to walk in the opposite direction of where she needed to be. and you just followed like a lost little puppy. "hey? i said—" she cuts you off. "i heard you." her cold tone was back. "oh." just like earlier, your gaze redirected to your shoes. "don't do that." she sighed, looking over at you. "huh? do what...?" you look up at her, frown evident on your face. " like i just crushed your heart." ellie looked away from you again, examining the religious paraphilia on the walls. you didn't reply, looking away again but ellie didn't miss the hint of blush covering your face before you did. "oh? did i just crush your heart?" she jokes, weirdly seeming to warm up to you. once again, she's met to no reply. she rolls her eyes, turning the corner in the hall. she was met with a door and she wasn't sure if she should enter.

"it's the chapel." you explain, sensing her confusion and hesitation. ellie looks at you, a little annoyance on her face that you knew something she didn't. she pulls the handle on the door, gesturing for you to enter first. "ladies first." she remarks, not much amusement in her tone. you walk in and she follows after you. it was empty and though it shouldn't be creepy, ellie felt unnerved. "wait! don't let it close—" you try to warn, but the door had already been shut. you sigh, biting your lip in anxiousness. "what?" she utters, wondering why her closing the door was a bad thing. "it locks from the outside." you explain and ellie's face drops. "that's fucking great." ellie groans, running her hands over her face, walking down the isle and up the two steps to the alter. you follow.

"i tried to tell you..." you mutter. ellie wants to yell at you. say something along the lines of 'you should have tried harder' or whatever but before you can get the words out your head is in your hands and you're crying. ellie's shocked, not knowing what to do or say. she sighs. "don't cry, c'mon." she comforts, moving your hands away from your face and wiping your tears. it made you reminiscent to when you and ellie used to be friends. "i'm sorry." you sniffle as she dries your tears. "why're you crying, hm?" she tries to be gentle but just at the sight of your tears makes her want to fuck you over the alter. "'cause you're being mean and i got us locked in here." you vent your frustrations, revealing just what a hard day you had because of ellie.

she feels terrible now, hating that she made you feel so inadequate. god, why does she even care how you feel? ellie looks at you, watching as you wipe the tears that she missed. "i'm sorry for being so mean." she apologizes, deciding to cut the act. she didn't hate you. she could never hate you. "i just can't get you out of my mind." she admits. you look at her blankly for a moment, clearly not understanding. but ellie can see the exact moment when your eyes lighten up, realizing what she meant. "you mean it?" you ask, full of hope. "god." ellie rolls her eyes and your naivety. she leans closer to you, pressing her lips against yours, her hands cupping your face.

you pull back and ellie is now the one who frowns. did she misinterpret all your signs? "i'm not good at that." you admit while avoiding eye contact. ellie chuckles, pulling you closer by your waist. "i don't care." she mutters, kissing down your neck. you gasp, her warm tongue running over your cool skin. ellie's hands venture down, grabbing your ass over your dress. the ass that started this whole mess. "ellie!" you were startled. it felt like all the statues were suddenly watching you, judging you. but it just felt too good to care. but it weighed in the back of your mind as ellie kissed your jaw.

"i'm gonna fuck you so good." she mumbles, becoming drunk with lust. "i've never..." you trail off, your voice transitioning into a gasp when her hands begin to roam over your body. "i know. so pure, huh?" she teases with an eye roll, mocking the how the church would call you pure. you don't reply. you couldn't. you words stuck in your throat, your eyes focused on her hands. watching them caress your waist slowly sliding up your body to cup your breasts. "el..." your whisper, you voice filled with breath. "i'm right here." she slides her right hand back down your body, reaching your thighs. she trails her fingers over the flesh before pressing her finger to your clothed cunt. you gasp, clutching onto her tighter.

"i know, baby. feels so good, doesn't it?" she mumbles in your ear, her fingers circling your clit so gently over your panties, which were becoming soaked. "el, el, ellie." you breathed out heavily, trying your best to keep as most decency as you could. after all, this was a chapel. "saying my name just like a prayer." ellie acknowledges, her fingers slowly working towards slipping into your underwear. your eyes rolled back when her cold fingers finally touch the place you needed her most. your legs were weak, wanting to give out on you. ellie notices, biting back a laugh at how blissed you already looked. she leaned you against the alter, her fingers working faster.

"so pretty." ellie mutter against your clammy skin. "so good. you're being such a good girl." her words made you feel so dirty but so... aroused at the same time. "keep... keep saying that." you barely managed to get out, you voice coming out in broken whimpers. "yeah? you like being my good girl?" she gently slides a finger into your dripping cunt. ellie can help but moan herself. "ellie." you whisper, feeling more pleasure than you've ever felt before. "i know. i know." she comforts, knowing exactly how you were feeling as she adds another finger. ellie was so aroused, drunk on the power of ruining you, being the one to help you commit the worst sin you've ever done.

your head lolled back, feeling something you've never felt before. "el." you choke out. "i know. you're almost there." ellie sinks to her knees, kneeling in front of you. "should i confess my sins to you." she whispers, kissing your thighs. "you can't respond, finding the scene before you so arousing. ellie lifts up your dress to reveal your lacy underwear. "of course." she mutters under her breath. "hold this for me pretty girl." she looks up at you, and you shakily take hold of the dress that she flipped up. she gently slides your panties down your thighs, never breaking eye contact with you. she helps you step out of them, shoving them in her pocket so she didn't have to put them on the dirty ground.

her eyes flicker down to your pussy, biting her lip. "ellie." you can't even focus anymore, the loss of her fingers deep in your cunt making you want to cry. "i'm gonna make you feel so good. just be patient." she kisses your inner thighs, teasing you. you can't say anything, complain about how much you need her. but luckily, she doesn't torture too much, cause in a matter of seconds she's sucking on your clit, with her fingers returning to their job of fucking you. the sweat on your body makes you hot to touch, needing your release so badly. you push your hips forward instinctively, greedily wanting everything ellie could give you. before you could even process how good ellie was making feel, your orgasm approached.

ellie couldn't help but moan as your own moans got louder and your free hand tangled itself in her hair. "so close, baby." she mumbles into your pussy, feeling just as pleasured as you do. "el. oh my gosh, el! please!" you mutter, your words conjumbled and not making much sense. "good job, baby." she mumbles as she finally pushes you over the edge. your moans are loud and broken, filling the empty chapel with such sin. the cross necklace around your neck sticking to your skin. "ellie rubs your thighs, pressing small kisses on your pussy. "can't get enough of this pussy." she moaned, so drunk on you, on lust, on life. "ellie—" you whine and she moves away but not before she runs her tongue through your folds one last time.

"so good." she praises and lets you dress fall back into place. ellie kisses you, the taste of your arousal still in her lips. she pulls away, both of you out of breath. the sound of doors opening cause you both to pull apart. your hands going to fix your hair. "ms. heather wanted to know where you two went. you okay...?" a girl ellie recognized as one of your friends from earlier asked you. ellie began to make her way down the steps and down the isle, you quick to follow. "yes, yeah. we just got a little lost." you speak slowly, trying to maintain your thoughts.

your eyes scattered around to find your underwear. ellie smirked when she saw you looking around, knowing they were right in her pocket. she would give them back eventually but the thought of you walked around a few hours commando just made her feel things. catching glimpses of you around the night pulling down your dress, looking around to make sure no one can see anything. but of course in the morning she'll return them after using them all that night, after her roommate when home sick. but this is ellie we're talking about. she had to tease you just a little bit. so on day two when everyone wakes up to gather in the prayer room to see a pair of lace panties hanging from the cross left everyone a little stunned, and of course ellie earned some death glares from you in between your embarrassment. and ellie can't help but think maybe she'll hang out with you at church more often if that's the reward.

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Mascs? MASCS!!

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slipknot sounds like werewolf lube 

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Can tadc have victorian goth witch ? Her favourite film probably would be Love Witch...

Her dress and her witch hat has spider and siper webs accessory..

And calls them all with a "darling" nickname in a platonic way and kinda she is like a rich aunt to them and she is a good listener and has dark humor too

İ loved your blog btw

⛧°。⋆TADC x witchy!reader⋆。°⛧

Giggles this is my first anon request

As a witch, this made me so happy to get! I love that movie so much omg. And thank you cutie💕

If you’d like a part two let me know<3

Warnings: implied platonic, but could be seen as romantic

Characters: Caine, Gangle, Kinger

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Caine

- Lets be honest, he’s not going to approve of your choice in movies. The Love Witch isn’t exactly PG… but he’ll let you watch Sabrina The Teenage Witch! That’s close enough, right—?

- He might let you tone down the colours of your bedroom, but doesn’t let you change it to dark colours like black, sadly. Still have to keep the circus theme!

- Caine likes your style but would try to coax you to wear something more colourful. Maybe try a bright yellow! Or a neon pink! No? Oh well, maybe next time (it won’t work next time either).

- Calls you nicknames right back! A shortened version of your name, “dear,” or maybe “toots.” Gets a bit more peppy-in-his-steppy when you call him something when he’s not expecting it.

- Appreciates when you listen to the other circus members issues. It means less abstractions, which means less work for him… but really, he does find it quite helpful and sweet!

- Does not, however, appreciate your sense of humour. Will probably slap a censor on you when he thinks you’re being ”inappropriate” so you’ll have to tone it down, at least around him.

Gangle

- She’s attached to you, honestly. She just gets so happy and giddy when you call her “darling.” Depending on her mask, she might even give you a small nickname back. She’s be very shy about it, though…

- Adores your style even though she wouldn’t personally wear it. It just looks so good on you, probably not on her, though. She’s feel very flattered if you offered to dress her up, or even in the real world AU do her makeup. She’d probably let you but don’t go to heavy on everything. And it’s not staying on for a long time. She doesn’t like to feel very confined.

- Gangle will vent to you if you let her. If she’s feeling sad, she’ll seek you out to help her. She’ll either want comfort or light advice, so ask her beforehand.

- She finds 1/2 your humour hilarious and the other 1/2 kind of spooky… it really depends on her mask that day. She might make jokes with you or she might just give you a “😨” kind of look, LMAO😭

- Might watch movies with you, but she’ll cling to your arm when scary parts pop up. It’s not that she doesn’t like the movies or shows, it just creeps her out a little.

Kinger

- He’s a little afraid of you at first. He thinks you’ll curse him or something. He gets used to you, but sometimes he’ll scream and run away when you just appear there (He didn’t see you walk in).

- Once you’re there for a couple digital months he gets much more comfortable and even invites you in his pillow fort! Please say yes, it’ll make him so happy. Speaking of activities, he would also ask to find insects with you, seeing how you seem to like spiders. He probably thought you had real spiders on your clothes before he realized they were just decoration.

- Bless his soul, he doesn’t understand your humour. He asks about your jokes every time, and at this point you just pat him on the head and tell him not to worry about it.

- He likes to rant to you about anything. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense, but you still listen. It makes him really excited to talk about how he once saw a game show that starred dogs in his dreams. And he also likes to vent, but it ends up in him talking about his next grand pillow fort..

- He giggles slightly when you call him petnames. If he had feet, they would be kicking. He probably doesn’t call you anything back, but he appreciates it! If he does call you something, it’s “dear.”

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LITERALLY HELP😭 11 y/o me was fangirling..

yo does anyone remember the Carmen Sandiego Netflix show?? I used to love that shit back in 2019, hit so hard and it randomly popped up on my Pinterest fyp 😭

who decided to make her so fine?? she was one of my awakenings fr

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Arcane is my bisexual nightmare

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arcane fandom lowkey dead, so heres a jinx edit i made 👍

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İ have a request

How would tadc react to a indie core reader?like you know like.. bright collors? İ would love to send photo about the indie core but you can find in Pinterest too

And maybe listening indie songs like Artick Monkeys (they are not same but it would be Interesting)

İ saw that you don't have tadc things yet and i though you are new at this, tell me if i am wrong, i loved your vibe, i like coquette and melanie too

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷TADC x Indie!Reader꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

Since you didn’t specify which characters, I picked the ones I was most interested in writing. If you’d like a part two, let me know💗

I’m also screaming because it deleted my drafts four times, so I’m so sorry if it seems rushed. I couldn’t really find any unfiltered photos of the style so I just made it with those colours in mind.

Warnings: none

Characters: Caine, Gangle, Pomni

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Caine

- He thinks you fit the circus’s theme really well! He’ll definitely compliment you a lot, even in front of people. And with a hand on your waist.

- Caine loves giving you gifts. It’s actually a bit much. You once heard a knock at your door and when you opened it, you were toppled by necklaces, shoes, and shirts. He didn’t even notice and thought you were somewhere else. He came back eventually, when he didn’t find you. Felt kind of bad… but not really. It’s the thought that counts!

- He wouldn’t let you dress him up a lot, he wants to look professional. Maybe at night time he’ll let you, but in the morning it’s all off. Don’t take it personally, he loves it, but it just doesn’t go with his whole look. He might have a bracelet hidden under his coat though.

- Expect knock off CDs or vinyls of your favorite bands or artists and something to play them. He’ll cut the explicit songs out or censor them. Imagine listening to a song and hearing BOING! in the middle of it..

- He’d learn a lot about your favorite artists and will end up yapping about it to anyone who will listen, including you.

Gangle

- She adores your style! It’s so pretty and it’s very artsy. She would definitely make you things like jewelry or something to put on your wall.

- I HC Gangle’s body weighs about as much as a humans, so she would let you dress her up. 100% wears a necklace of yours. Except during IHA, she doesn’t want it to break or get lost!

- She likes to draw or paint colourful things for you, and would give them to you when she’s done. Kind of shy about it, but that doesn’t make her gift less sincere. Actually, it makes it cuter.

- She finds your music taste interesting. It’s not really for her, but she’ll listen to it with you. It’s a nice bonding experience! Just make sure to listen to her music too.

Pomni

- If this wasn’t the circus, she wouldn’t think about it much, but it’s just so colourful… she doesn’t really like it a lot to be honest.

- It just reminds her of the place she’s stuck in now, especially if your clothes are as colourful as the filters, but that doesn’t mean she’ll tell you that. She doesn’t want you to feel bad.

- Pomni wouldn’t let you dress her up, honestly. She might wear a bracelet or a small clip to put on her hat, but not much more. It’s nothing against you, but it would just make her feel a bit more trapped. And plus you’d have to touch her to put on everything, and she’s not ready for that.

- She’s not against your style, it’s pretty! But it’s not for her. You might have to dial it down a little if you two are alone. Maybe with less bright colours.

- She actually thinks your music taste is nice though. She’ll lay next to you while you play it or read a book and just listen to it. It tickles her brain in a funny way. After an IHA that particularly drains her, she might go to her or your room and just curl up and listen to music with you.

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