#I LOVE YOU WILLIAM

[hrhzaratindall]

ZARA TINDALL AT BUCKINGHAM PALACE

[disconnectedkid]

oh ok it’s a “crying ourselves to sleep” kinda night

[sheree-says-stuff]

no because I went to the merch line and Creeper were there and I was like hey guys you were so awesome and Will was like "Oh my god thank you so much" and just hugged me???? and i almost cried it was so sweet. then he talked to me for a few minutes but I couldn't focus because I was too disoriented from the hug. Then later I wanted to get a picture with him but he was walking away so I yelled "bye will" and he saw me and came running over to get a picture with me 😭 I will never stop thinking about this

[chloesimaginationthings]

You know Henry’s final speech went hard in FNAF

[looking-cool-joker]

AAAAAAA HAPPPY BIRTHDAY FREDDYYYYYYFRBJDDBJDBDKDDNDKDBD

[asklaww]

her muscles, her fingers, and the VEINS. abby, what a woman you are

[bertolts]

Rendered my lineart of Buffy’s MaleWife Spike

[ Posted here & BlueSky @ MadQueenMaddie ]

[automatonwithautonomy]

martha and rory are watching belinda with joy in their hearts and tears in their eyes... carrying the proud legacy of medical professional who calls the doctor on their bullshit <3

[tthoroughfare]

trying to make your ex jealous by using ellie as a prop in your ig story hahahaha

she's been in front of your mirror for, like, ten minutes as you direct her on how to stand, how to put her arms around you. you laugh as you cycle through the pictures you'd gotten, ellie looking over your shoulder.

"ellie, these suck. you look so fucking awkward." none of them actually look like you're with a romantic prospect; it's painfully obvious it's set up, ellie craning her neck to hide her face and looking like she's petrified to touch you. you swipe onto a particular picture, zooming in on her hand. "also, in that one you can literally see your tattoo, you gotta pull your sleeve down more."

she automatically tugs at the sleeve of her hoodie, covering the ink swirling down from her wrist. "damn... yes ma'am. didn't realize it was that serious."

"well, otherwise she's gonna know it's you. and that'd be so fucking embarrassing."

she scoffs lightly. "kind of embarrassing faking photos to try and make someone jealous, anyway."

"oh, please. shut up," you retort, rolling your eyes. she'd seemed to be a little grumpy about the whole thing as soon as you asked her to do it:

"this is stupid."

"why does it have to be me? get dina to do it, she'd love this shit."

"you're so cringe."

you get back into position, gesturing at ellie. "m'kay, come back."

she shuffles closer again, hesitantly going to place her hands on your waist.

"this is why they look stupid, your hand placement's wrong." you gently grasp at her wrist, manually moving her right hand upwards and to the side, wrapping her arm further around you and allowing her fingers to rest just below your left breast. "like, you don't look like you wanna fuck me, you're just... standing there like you're at gunpoint."

"yeah, i am," she murmurs, looking down and gingerly pressing herself flush against your back. you ignore the comment, taking the back of her head and pulling it so that her chin's resting on your shoulder.

"don't worry if your face is in it, i'm probably just gonna crop it anyway," you comment as you snap another few photos, placing your hand over hers. she tries not to pay any mind to the way you subconsciously swipe your thumb across the back of her hand, the way it makes her stomach flutter.

you pivot your phone so she can see it whilst you flip through the new photos you'd taken. you're still running your fingertips over her hand, and she doesn't think you even realize you're doing it. "see, these ones are way better. they look way more realistic."

you go to take some more, and ellie hesitantly leans further in, nuzzling at your neck.

"wait, that's good," you begin. "pull your hood up, so i don't have to crop it."

blowing air out of her nose, she does as you say before returning her hand to its original position. she feels a little emboldened, borderline forgetting the whole thing is pretend as she presses a couple of tiny kisses to your neck; stopping when she feels you tense.

you pause before laughing shakily, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "method acting. nice."

ellie awkwardly laughs along, kicking herself mentally. she doesn't even know why she did it, where she mustered the balls. it was automatic.

you take a final couple, then pull away and sit cross-legged on your bed. she tugs her hood down, running a hand through her hair as she sits next to you, peering down at your phone while you flick through all of the photos.

"i think that one," you say when you stop on a particular image, pressing your thumb to the screen in emphasis. "it's hot, and you can't really tell it's you."

ellie pulls a face as she nods. "go for it."

your brow furrows as you notice her expression. "... what's with you?"

she shrugs, mouth downturning. "i don't know, i just think it's kinda stupid. why do you even want her back? she was, like... a dick to you."

"i don't want her back," you reply. "i just want her to see it and be like... 'oh, shit'."

"but, like, still... why are you even thinking about her?"

you sigh lightly, looking down at your phone. "i don't know... she fucked me over a lot, and now she's trying to act like she's doing all great and everything. just wanna give her something to feel... y'know, a little shitty over."

"fair enough," she replies half-heartedly. "i just don't even think you should care. you can do better."

you scoff. "well, it's not exactly happening for me."

she doesn't say anything back, just looks at you and shrugs, toying with her sleeve. there's a slightly uncomfortable feeling in the room as you meet her gaze, one you don't understand.

"so can i post it, or no?"

ellie's hands turn upwards in gesture. "sure."

"right," you respond, opening instagram and getting the picture up to put on your story, flicking through songs and deciding which one to add to it. she moves closer, watching as you do so.

"gotta be clairo," she remarks, to which you chuckle.

you post the photo, and resist the urge to check if your ex has viewed it every five minutes. ellie puts a silly movie on, and you actually manage to forget about it as you make commentary between yourselves, laughing along.

until your phone buzzes; dina's reacted '😂' to your story, and sent you a reply:

"that's ellie 😭😭😭😭😭 you fucking idiot"

you sit up as you open the messages, covering your mouth and scoffing. turning your phone so that ellie can see, you watch her eyes glimmer in amusement as she lets out a laugh.

"i'm taking it down," you say firmly, between giggles.

ellie raises her eyebrows, training her eyes back on the TV. "told you."

[aaron04jpg]

“Very different environment than I’m used to”

[williamsmiller]

Look at you with all that hardware! You're like Curtis and Viper.

[saintskeptic]

Dana Scully as seen by writer/director David Duchovny

[gunsatthaphan]

"are you not watching the film anymore?"

[chloesimaginationthings]

I love the FNAF theory angsty teen voice is just Michael

[elliesanqel]

hair tie

sypnosis; you’re inlove with ellies hands. the pleasure they were able to bring with a simple touch was so sublime. and whilst ellie was roughly using her strap on you, you urge her to use her hands instead of a hair tie. warnings; smut, strap use—f!receiving, vaginal sex, hair pulling, praising, dom!ellie, sub!fem reader, not proofread, mdni. a/n; …hello! its been a while since ive written anything, and posted here…but i cant hold back anymore and i have to write for ellie. so if this is bad and rusty, i’m sorry in advance. and as this is my first fic for ellie, (after being obsessed for years straight), i’ll gladly take requests! they’re always open. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

your hands, sprawled out on the bed, gripping tightly every now and again for support. knees digging into the sheets as you felt ellies hands cup either side of your ass, her plump lips leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the small of your back. she slowly spread your legs further for her, her eyes locking on your glistening pussy, a smirk plastered on her face. “haven’t even started yet and you’re already so wet.” she mumbles quietly, her voice seductive as her words only make your core ache more and more for her.

she holds your hips in her calloused hands, the tip of her strap meeting your entrance. you could practically feel your eyes rolling back as you shamefully tried to hold back a whine as she hadn’t even entered you yet. “fuck, els. please, just—” your plea was quickly cut off as ellie rolled her hips forward, her strap slipping effortlessly, due to how wet you already were, into your aching pussy, leaving none of it for the eye as your hole swallowed it completely.

your back briskly arched as your lips parted and a strident moan fell from them. “oh fuck…” you whine, your head falling forward as you push your hips back against ellies for more contact. her eyes flicker, her teeth finding her bottom lip as a needy whine escaped her. pulling her hips back until the tip was left in, before slamming back forward, her hands never leaving your hips as her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy.

at this, a strangled gasp left you, ellies sudden thrust causing your hips to push forward and make the bed squeak. one of your hands involuntarily reached back, gripping ellies hip as your nails dug into her skin, pulling her forward and deeper. this caused ellies eyes to swiftly open, a moan falling from her lips as she picked her pace up, making sure she was hitting the right spot everytime she thrusted forward. or, in her perspective, the spot that made you moan the most.

“oh, baby…shit. taking me so well, aren’t you?” she uttered, her voice cracking with every word as they dripped with arousal, her hips moving forward at a rapid pace. “doing so well for me. fuck—mmm.” she urged, her ogling came out needy, only egging you on. your head smushed into the pillow, your pretty strands of hair sticking to your face due to the sweat that was collecting. your mouth held open as you tried lifting your head, pushing the hair out of your face quickly, making it obvious you were doing so in order to silently urge the idea that you wanted ellie to grab ahold. that was, of course, until you felt one of ellies hands snake up your arm.

her hand slowly gathered your hair as the other held your hip, grabbing it all in one hand and pulling you up. it didnt hurt, only because you lifted yourself as she pulled in order to help. with that, she pulled you further, so that your back was against her bare chest and her hard nipples were poking your back, your ass against her thighs. the new angle compelling a needy whine from your throat.

“shit, mmfuuuck.” ellie groaned, her eyes squeezing shut again. she held your waist with both of her hands, fucking up into you as her rapid pace never faltered.

her mouth was agape beside your ear, so the low groans, sighs and curses that left her mouth went straight to you. one hand slowly slid down to your stomach, pressing slightly as she thrusted up further, even though further felt impossible by now. “feel that? feel me, baby?” she teased, a breathy sigh falling from her lips. “doing so well, ohhh—fuck.” her praises led you on, your hand reaching back and cupping ellies neck from behind you. a familiar knot in your stomach began to form, and you knew that you were teetering on the edge now.

“els, im so—fuck…” you choked out, finding it hard to form a simple sentence as ellie relentlessly fucked her strap up into you, causing needy moans and whines to occupy your mouth instead.

“i know, i know.” she assured, her voice low and breath hot against your ear. with one last final thrust, your whole body jolted, a needy ‘ah’ coming from you as you came, your juices coating ellies strap.

she couldnt help but almost roll her eyes back as she swore she could feel your pussy pulse and clench around her, causing her own to pulse harder at the feeling and a choked moan escaping her. she waited for a bit until she knew you’d come down from your high before she slowly pulled out and you shifted off of her lap, body still shivering and completely spent. ellie flopped beside you, her hand resting on your stomach. “you were perfect.” she compliments, her eyes gleaming as her gaze inked into yours.

you nod. “and i know for sure you’ll be just as perfect.” you spoke, your words low and seductive, causing ellies eyebrows to furrow in confusion, but slowly her puzzled expression changed completely once she felt your fingers edging near her folds, that were indeed still pulsing.

[cl0udy3]

PLEASE PLEASE DO ELLIE WITH A BREEDING KINK PLEASE I BEG YOU

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓

ellie williams x fem!reader literally just smut and the smallest amount of fluff at the end cw: breeding kink, use of a strap on, overstimulation, strap on has synthetic cum, cum play i think, honestly i dont know what else to warn of just 18+ wc: 1780 a/n: i think this is the first request i've gotten that isn't a mutual, i love you pls enjoy :D

The first time you feel it, you gasp—because it’s hot. Not just the strap-on pressing into you, thick and pulsing, but the way Ellie’s been moving. Slow, deep. Measured. Like she’s memorizing the way you flutter around her, like she’s in no rush to be anywhere but inside you.

You’re on all fours, arms trembling, muscles already beginning to give under the weight of everything—her hands, her rhythm, her presence.

Ellie’s behind you, one palm steady against your lower back, the other curled tight around your hip like she owns it.

Like she owns you.

“You hear that?” she murmurs, voice low and honey-dark against your spine. “That slick little sound every time I fuck back in?”

You try to nod, but she gives a sharp thrust—your breath catches in your throat as your body jerks forward with a soft, broken sound.

“God, baby,” she groans, dragging her hips back just enough to leave you empty—aching—before slamming forward again. “You’re fucking dripping.”

She leans in then, chest flush against your back, warm skin to warm skin, her breath ghosting over your neck. The weight of her pins you down in a way that makes your pulse stutter.

"You wanna know the best part?" she whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear, words sweet and cruel all at once. "This strap? It's not just for show tonight."

You blink, dazed. Your head lolls to the side, already swimming.

She chuckles—low, dark, mean. “It’s loaded.”

Your stomach flips.

“You’re lying,” you whisper, your voice frayed, cracking at the edges.

She grinds in deeper—so deep—until your knees threaten to buckle beneath you.

“Feel that?” she purrs. “That weight? That heat?”

You let out a whimper, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s what I’m giving you, babe. Not just a fuck. Not just this—” she pulls out halfway, the sudden emptiness making you whine “—but a full load. Gonna fill you up so good.”

Your moan is helpless, muffled against the sheets, your thighs starting to shake. You’re already wrecked and she hasn’t even started yet.

Ellie kisses your shoulder—slow, claiming—before sitting back up and planting both hands firmly on your waist.

And then she really starts fucking you.

No teasing. No games.

Just hard, relentless strokes that have you seeing stars, pressing back against her like you’re trying to climb out of your own skin. Each thrust is a wave that crashes over you, your cunt so wet it’s obscene, the sound echoing off the walls every time her hips slam into you.

She’s panting now. Cursing.

“You’re takin’ it so damn well,” she mutters, almost like she’s in awe. “Fucking made for this. Bet your pussy’s already tryin’ to milk it outta me.”

You cry out—loud, wild, desperate.

She loves it.

“Gonna come in you,” she growls, voice ragged. “Fuck, I have to. You need it, don’t you?”

You nod frantically, barely coherent. Just gasps. Moans. Crooked, breathless please’s.

Her hand slips around to your front, fingers slick as they find your clit—swollen and begging for her. She rubs in tight, ruthless circles, syncing with the rhythm of her hips.

“Beg for it,” she growls. “Come on. Tell me.”

“Wanna feel it,” you sob, wrecked and trembling. “Want you to come inside me. Please, Ellie—please—I want it so bad—”

That’s all she needs.

She drives in deep, one final time, her whole body tightening like a wire.

Her hand moves to the base of the strap. Presses something.

And then you feel it.

The heat. The weight. Liquid warmth spilling into you in thick, pulsing waves. It rushes deep and slow, filling you until your body can’t tell the difference between pleasure and overload.

Your whole world snaps white.

You come hard—loud and shaking—clenching around the strap as her cum pours into you, grinding your hips back like your body’s trying to hold onto every drop.

Ellie moans—low and guttural, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades as she rides it out.

But she doesn’t pull out.

She stays inside.

When you collapse, it’s not graceful—it’s a full-body crumple, face-first into the sheets, limbs shaking and useless. Your breath comes in short, stuttered bursts. Everything’s wet. Your skin. The sheets. Your thighs, sticky and trembling.

Ellie follows you down without a word, still buried deep inside.

She curls around you from behind, one leg thrown over yours, strap pressing heavy between your thighs. Her chest is slick against your back, rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. You feel her heartbeat everywhere. In your spine. In the strap. In the way her arms wrap around you like she’s afraid you’ll vanish.

It’s too much. Too hot. Too full.

And it’s still dripping.

She kisses the back of your neck. Soft. Barely there. Like a secret.

Her hand drifts down—lazy, possessive—settling low on your belly. Right over the fullness she’s given you. She presses gently, and your breath catches.

“Keep it in,” she whispers, lips brushing your skin. “Just like that. Let it sit.”

You twitch, overstimulated, but you don’t move. Can’t. Her weight is everywhere. Her scent, her sweat, her breath. You’re wrapped in her like a second skin.

And then—God—her hand moves between your legs again.

You jerk violently, legs kicking weakly against the sheets. “Ellie—”

She kisses your shoulder. Calms you with her mouth before she even says a word.

“One more, baby,” she murmurs. “Just one more for me. Want you messy. Want it dripping down your thighs.”

She starts moving again.

Not fast.

Not rough.

Just deep.

Slow, dragging thrusts that make your spine arch and your hands claw weakly at the bed. She’s not trying to break you. Not anymore. Now she’s claiming. Reminding. Filling every inch of you with slow, deliberate strokes.

You’re whimpering now—quiet, wet little noises. The kind that don’t come from pain or even pleasure anymore. Just surrender.

The air is thick with sweat and slick and heat, heavy with every sound your body makes for her. The strap slides in and out like it belongs there, and her cum leaks around it, warm and sticky, trailing down your thighs in thick, glistening lines.

Ellie watches it.

Stares.

Her hand moves again—down, between your legs. Her fingers dip into the mess. She moans at the feel of it.

Then she does the unthinkable.

She gathers what’s leaked out—slowly, deliberately—and pushes it back in with two thick fingers.

You scream.

It’s not loud. It’s not sharp. But it’s wrecked. Raw. A helpless, breathless noise that dies in your throat as your body locks up.

“Shhh,” Ellie soothes, lips against your ear. “Can’t waste it, baby. Need it all in you.”

You sob, trembling under her, every nerve ending lit and sparking.

“I—fuck—I can’t—”

She presses her forehead to your shoulder, her breath trembling.

“You can,” she says softly. “You already are.”

She curls her fingers inside you. Just once. Just to feel the way you flutter and twitch around her.

You moan her name, broken and soft.

And it undoes her.

She melts against your back, wraps both arms tight around you and holds you like she’s scared you’ll come apart. And maybe you are. You’re so far gone, so full and overwhelmed and loved in a way that leaves no room for shame.

“Gonna take care of you now,” she whispers, voice ragged with the weight of it all. “I got you. Just breathe.”

And you do.

You let her.

Because she’s still inside you.

Still full.

And her arms around you are the only thing holding you together.

Time gets strange after that.

You don’t know how long you lay there—half-conscious, too full and too gone to move. The only thing anchoring you is Ellie. The press of her chest against your back. Her arms wound tight around you like you're something fragile she’s terrified to break.

You’re not even sure if the strap’s still in you until you shift a little and feel the wet weight of it, thick and heavy, keeping her mess inside. You make a tiny sound—barely a whimper—and Ellie kisses the back of your neck.

“I know, baby,” she murmurs, her voice all silk and ache. “I know.”

She doesn’t rush to pull out. Doesn’t try to move you. Just lies there, wrapped around your wrecked body, fingertips tracing soft patterns across your stomach. The spot where her cum sits thick and warm, like she’s painting it in.

“You did so good,” she whispers. “Took all of me. Let me ruin you, just like that.”

You exhale shakily. Your voice is barely there when you speak.

“I feel…so full…”

Ellie hums, nuzzles into your shoulder. “That’s because you are, sweetheart. Stuffed full’a me.”

Her hand moves down again, between your thighs—but not to tease. Just to feel the mess she’s made, to swipe her fingers gently along your folds where her release is still leaking out.

You flinch, too sensitive, but she soothes you with soft kisses.

“Easy,” she murmurs. “Just checking. Want to make sure you’re okay.”

You nod slowly, even though your body still feels like melted wax.

“I got you,” she says again, like a promise. “Let me take care of you.”

Eventually, when your breathing steadies and your hands stop shaking, she shifts. Pulls out slowly, gently, her free hand stroking your hip like she’s apologizing for the loss.

The moment she’s gone, you feel the drip—hot, running down your thighs. You moan softly, squirming at the sensation.

Ellie shushes you with another kiss.

“Stay right there,” she says.

She disappears for a moment, then returns with a warm, damp cloth. You barely open your eyes as she starts to clean you up—careful, reverent. She murmurs soft nothings under her breath as she works.

“You’re such a good girl. Let me fill you up like that. Let me have you.”

She kisses your inner thigh.

“I should take a picture,” she says, voice playful but low. “Your pretty little cunt, leaking for me. Proof you’re mine.”

You whine, pressing your face into the pillow, but you don’t tell her no.

Once she’s done, she tosses the cloth aside and climbs back into bed, pulling you into her arms. Your body fits against hers like it was always meant to be there—her chest under your cheek, her fingers carding slowly through your hair.

“Still with me?” she asks quietly.

You hum a soft yes. You’re tired, fucked out, but safe. Held.

Ellie presses a kiss to your temple.

“Good. Just sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

You drift off wrapped in her warmth, her scent all around you, the ache between your legs a pulsing reminder of everything she gave you.

And everything you let her take.

this was kind of rushed and short and i think maybe a little bad pls no hate ily guys