#ellie drabbles smut

[lorasdolly]

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙶𝙾 𝚅𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙻 🌽⭐️ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Ellie sat back against the headboard of the bed, the dew scent of an old motel drowning out all her other senses. She had her hair half up half down, strand pinned to the back, stray pieces framing her face perfectly.

Her sleepy gaze kept still on you, watching as you removed your overcoat, revealing a lacey, black lingerie set. Her eyes never left you and her hand fiddled with the camera right besides her. She had agreed to film you for your videos, driving half an hour to a run down motel. She wore a grey wife-pleaser, highlighting her biceps and all the freckles running down her arms.

Your hair was done and ready for the video, slowly making your way to the end of the bed. "Els', you can start filming." You spoke in a sultry voice, doe eyes set on Ellies'. She ran her tongue across her lips then finally tore her eyes away from you, grabbing the camera in both of her hands. "Yeah? What are you gonna do, babe?" She whispered, slightly raspy.

"Don' worry about it, you'll see." You reply, hands on your hips with a slight tease coating your langauge. A smirk is painted on your lips, watching her work with the camera to turn it on. Her cheeks slightly flushed red simply from imaging what you would do, the pinkish color contrasting with her freckles.

"It's on," She stated with an exhale following suit. She moved her gaze back to you, feeling as if it had been a century without looking at you when it truly was four minutes. You started to crawl on the bed towards her, ass swaying behind you and captured on clip. The seduction in your eyes was deeper compared to the videos you filmed alone, more tension to be seen when Ellie was present.

Her breathing got more heavy, watching as your figure got closer, now climbing to straddle her hips. Your movements were slow, sensual, calculated. You glazed your hands over her clothed chest, cupping her breasts and squeezing slightly. She moaned softly in response, her eyebrows knitting together at every little sensation. "God, babe," She begun, restraining herself from touching your curves and dips. "Wanna touch you so damn badly,"

You giggled, toying with the hem of her wife-pleaser and then trailing it up to reveal her navel. Slowly, your hands continued, lifting it above her chest, no bra underneath to cover her boobs. You fiddled with the hardened nipples, Ellie's and your cunt pulsing at the skin-to-skin contact.

You retrieved your hands, letting her shirt remain in an exposing manner. You now accentuated your own curves, teasingly tracing your fingertips over your body. You slightly lifted the black lace on your body, carefully removing the top part of it. Your arms lifted above your head, stretching your body and throwing the top part of the lingerie to a random corner.

"Touch me, Ellie." You whispered needily, nearly a whimper. Your got her hand within your own, letting the camera only be carried with one hand. She chuckled, "Yeah, babe? Need me to touch you?" She responded, willfully bring her hand to cup the supple skin of your boob, squeezing and kneading it. You bit your bottom lip, eyes fluttering at the feeling of her calloused hands admiring your body reverently.

"C'mon, baby, move your hips..." Ellie spoke, her hand now coming onto your hip, guiding it to grind against her bare tummy. You position both of your hands on her upper stomach, feeling her abs. You used that as a support to keep yourself upright, rocking your hips back and forth against her. Ellie smiled at the scenery, amused by how you pathetically rubbed your covered pussy against her bare stomach.

Ellie's palm on your hip came to toy with the waistband of your matching panties, stretching the elastic to hit back against your pelvis. "Let's take these off, yeah?" She mumbled and you nearly immediately lifted your hips in response. She single-handily pulled the panties off of you, witnessing the slick that had pooled between your thighs. Her finger tips traced the stretch marks on your inner thighs and groaning.

"Shittt, baby." She licked her lips, crashing your body back onto hers forcefully. "This fuckin' messy for me? Such a messy girl," She said with a smile, receiving a small giggle from you. Ellie felt the wetness soaking her navel, she felt the way your clit throbbed against her. Your hands came to unzip Ellie's pants, needing to feel her against yourself. Ellie's free hand came back to hold the camera, allowing you to take the lead for a few moments.

"Ellie, can I? Please?" Your words came out as a babbling mess, glassy eyes making you irresistible to refuse. She nodded, granting you permission. You pulled down her pants along with the girl-boxers she had underneath. You whined at the sight of her cunt ready for you, her hand traveled back to your waist and positioned both of your pussys.

The sensation made your hips stutter, hands grappling with Ellie's waist to balance yourself. You apply pressure against her, moving laboriously to get off from the friction Ellie's moans synced up with your whines and whimpers, "So fucking shameless, babe, moving like a bitch in heat." Ellie rambled words that sat between degradation and praise making your cunt clench around nothing.

You moaned her name repeatedly like a mantra, a string of drool exiting your mouth and landing on Ellie's tummy. She chuckled, moving the hand to your hair and tugging on it. "I got you, baby," She angled her hips so both of you could get the perfect motion, moans and squelching noises echoing throughout the thin walls of the room.

Your legs begun to shake, "Ellie— I'm so close–" She nodded, your orgasms about to simultaneously crash. "Hold on, baby, give it a second," You shook your head at her words, creaming against her cunt at the same time as her. She made sure to help you ride your high, the camera's view slightly shaky.

The moans turn into huffs and pants, the camera shuttering off. Your body collapses against hers and Ellie chuckles, hoisting you up on her, perching you to observe your body. "Look at yourself in that mirror, babe." Her finger tips grab your chin, moving your face to the side to catch sight of the mirror on the wall. "So fucking pretty," You giggled at her praise, cheeks flushed. "Made me feel really good, Els'."

Ellie nodded, spreading your legs further to look at your slightly engorged clit. "Think you can give me another one, babe?" Your narrowed eyes land back on her, whimpering at the overwhelming thought of a second orgasm. But you didn't want to disappoint or distrust Ellie. "O—Okay." You replied briefly, allowing her access to your body.

She roughly pulled your chin to watch her toy with your body in the mirror, eyebrows furrowed. She latched her lips onto your nipple and her hand working mediocre circles on your clit. "El—Ellie, please don't tease," You begged, rocking your hand down against her hand. She kept you still with another hand and bit down on your nipple as a reprimand.

Your back arched, squirming as her tender circles turned into sharper and far more precise ones. She worked at your clit, suckling at your boob, leaving love marks everywhere on them. Your loud moans and tears trickling at your eyes were enough to catch her attention. She released your breast with a 'pop' noise, her hand on your hip wandering to wipe stray tears.

"That's right baby, let go," You nodded with her, getting closer to cumming by the second. "It's too much— Els'—" You whined, cumming all over her hand and squirming back and forth. "Shiiiit—" Ellie had a grin on her face, watching you squirt unknowingly, streams of your climax all over her hand. "Did so good," She spoke gently, letting you actually fall against her body.

Your head hid in the crook of Ellie's neck, "S'embarassing." You mumbled, kissing it softly. Her hands caressed your hair, "Shame we didn't get that on camera, baby. Could've been the next Kim K." You huffed at her teasing.

[madewithsilk]

ᴄʀᴀᴡʟɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ || ᴘᴛ 2 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴍᴇꜱɪꜱ ᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ɪɴ. ʏᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʙʟᴜʀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ.

— ᴄᴡ; ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɢᴜɴ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴅᴜʙ ᴄᴏɴ, ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, 0ʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ, ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ

Ellie's hand were shaky, her grasp on the gun getting tighter and tighter as she stared at you. Her eyes had a spark of anger, her thighs clenching together too. Your nude figure crawled to the edge of the bed, tears still visible against your flushed cheeks from having your face pressed against the mattress.

Ellie's eyebrows were furrowing, watching your messy, disheveled look. She stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you, unsure of what to do. "Els, please," You whined, knowing it wouldn't do much to help your case. Her vision narrowed, darting to your hard nipples and mascara-ridden eyes. Your teary lashes flutter up at her, then darting to the gun in her hand.

A whimper escapes your lip, biting your bottom lip. "Y'wouldn't, right?" The little pout on your face didn't soften Ellie up this time, a scoff was the only thing you got in return before she reluctantly pressed the gun against your forehead. "Should fuckin' kill you after you did that shit to me." She spat at you, head tilted while the barrel pressed harshly against your face but it felt like the tip of the gun was kissing your forehead.

She ran the gun against your cheek, wiping the incoming tears condescendingly. You shuffled on your knees against the mattress, "M' sorry Els," She pressed the barrel against your cheek harder, squishing it upwards. Tears streamed down your face, filled with desperation for your girlfriend and fear that was getting you off. "Fuck are you sorry for?" She nearly shouted, her face getting closer to you, feeling her breath against you.

"Weren't sorry when she was ramming into you, huh?" Her knees bent, attempting to get closer to you. You were a whimpering mess, hands scurrying to her chest. She interrupted the beginning of your sentence when your lips parted to speak, "Shut the fuck and listen to me before I blow your brains out." You whimpered, hands surrendering back onto your lap. Her eyes slightly softened at the way you poured, the way you whimpered, she couldn't be as mean as she really wanted to.

You had an expression of ill temper painted on your lips, wiggling around with a pout gracing your lips. Either way, you nodded and gazed up at her with doe eyes that always made Ellie fold. Ellie's hand lifted, coming down on you with a slap against your cheek that echoed in the room. Your eyes widened, whimpers spilling from your mouth. "Don't talk. I swear to god if you speak—" You shook your head in response, tears spilling with more intensity.

Ellie hummed in slight praise, roughly handling you to lay on the bed. "Gonna take everything I give you, right? You're a big girl tryin' to prove that you're good too." You cry, thighs subconsciously shutting from anticipation. Ellie tuts, prying them open. "Suck it up, baby, you did this to yourself, huh?" Your hands wrapped around her neck, attempting to find some sort of comfort even if it was minimal. "She's not here anymore, she wanted me to fucking kill you, yet you let her fuck the life out of you? You that much of a whore?"

The degrading words she hissed at you had you blubbering even worse, trying to grasp onto her and make her like you again. You couldn't help letting Abby sink her cock into you when she gave you the saddest story ever and especially when she looked so needy to fuck your holes. Yet, when presented with your upset girlfriend, you just wanted to please her again! "Maybe if you weren't so fucking trusting," Ellie said through gritted teeth, finding your clit with her thumb to rub lazy little circles on it. "Maybe if you weren't so gullible and realized not everybody who wants to fuck you actually cares about you," You sobbed, yet the pleasure overcame the disappointment in yourself.

"Know how much I fucking worried?" She smacked you again with her free hand, pumping her digits into your sopping hole. "Thinking you were being— shit–" She stopped ranting to catch her breath, really feeling the way you clenched down on her fingers and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "Baby, fuckk," She leaned closer to your body, your bouncing tits, your fucked out expression. How could she stay mad at you?

Her fingers curled into your g-spot, encouraging you to be louder, and you obliged. Your nails were scratching at her back, the headboard hitting against the wall. Her fingertips hit your velvety walls and all you could do is babble into her ear. "Cum-cumming-" She pulled away the moment you said that, hearing your whiny huffs and she let out a small chuckle. "You wanna cum and haven't even apologized properly?" You recall muttering a half-assed apology she immediately rejected.

She lifted herself from your body, getting further to see your whole frame. Your body was curled into a vulnerable form, limp and craving the orgasm Ellie stripped away from you. She grabbed the strap on harness Abby had deep inside your cunt, swiping the white ring of cum from it. "Made you feel this good, baby?" Ellie started to strip and all you could do was watch and run your thighs together in desperation to be touched, and maybe if you were good she'd let you cum.

She attached the harness onto herself, coming to where you were on the bed and kneeling, letting the silicone dick hit your cheek. "Suck it, baby, yeah? Taste yourself," You writhed before her, taking all your energy to get into a comfortable position. You began with kitten licks on the tip of the strap, tasting your own cum on the silicone. Agitation rolled over Ellie's body as she groaned and fisted your hair, pushing your head onto her dick. "Don't have the right to be a teasing bitch right now," She said while gagging you on her cock, drool coming down your neck as your eyes went white.

"Yeahhh—" She watched you humiliate yourself just for her, undoubtedly. "Shit, just wanna stuff your cunt," She pulled your head away by tugging at your hair, a popping noise once your lips disconnected from her cock. "Els', jus' wanna be stuffed, please," Your begging had her hand at your chest, groping gently and pushing you onto your back. "Spread your legs, baby, n' keep begging like that, alright?" She had softened up, watching your arms hook under your knees to keep them bent against your chest.

Ellie didn't waste a second, pressing her body flush against yours and connecting her lips with yours. Her tongue explored your mouth, sucking onto your bottom lip with urgency. Your tongues didn't get a break till her dick pressed up against your entrance. You stopped kissing back, a small gasp leaving your lungs. Ellie pushed in slowly, yet when she bottomed out and watched the fucked out appearance you flaunted, her self restraint escaped her.

Her hips thrusted deeper into you, kissing your cervix so sweetly before finding a relentless pace. "M' so sorry– so-" Your rambling didn't go unheard, she panted into your ear, nodding for you to keep going. "I'm so sorry, Els', please please-" She chuckled, hardly able to move in and out of your squelching cunt with the way you clenched around her and gripped her cock. "Gonna cum? Make a mess on my dick, baby?" You nodded and babble thank you's to Ellie, heat pooling at your tummy along with a knot that was about to burst.

Ellie pressed down on your tummy, a moan ripping through your throat. "Yeah, good, fuck," You whimpered after the stimulation passed, breathing heavily into Ellie's neck.

@thatgrlnany @sleepingwasp

[baambied]

↪ 𝘚𝘏𝘜𝘛 𝘜𝘗

cw. nsfw drabble cursing oral(reader!rec) ellie cums untouched m.list

sub!top!ellie × sub!reader

"fuck- fuck els" you shakily moaned out, your fingers tightly gripping the auburn girls hair as she laid in between your thighs, her rough hands holding your legs open against the bed, her tongue roughly and hardly lapping against your cunt, it was almost like she was making out with it.

your back was arched up on the bed, a rolled up pillow right at the lower part of your bare sweaty back.

"mmhh sooo goodd fuck" ellie moaned against your cunt as she began moving her head side to side her tongue sticking out, the girl was pussy drunk, her half open eyes looking up at your soft worn out face, freckled cheeks warm and pink her hips softly bucking at the mattress beneath you two as she attempted to feel some kind of friction to ease the pain between her thighs, she could feel how messy her white boxers had became, all sticky and warm her neglected pussy just begging to be touched.

you were too lost in your own head, moans and words ellie couldn't understand just fumbling out your mouth, your hips buckling up into her mouth once in awhile "hmmm gonna cu-cum" you whined, your face scrunching up as you felt your high coming...you were distracted you didn't even notice ellies lips on your cunt getting weaker, if anything now her mouth just leaned there, breathy pants escaping her throat as her hands held your thigh tighter, her face was in a hard frown..now this caught your attention

you confusingly sat up on your elbows as your sudden high was now ruined. "els?" You called out in confusion as you squinted your eyes at her form, her head still between your thighs a few hums escaping her mouth that caused vibrations that made you shudder slightly

"fu-fuck what the fuck..- shit!"was the only words ellie could get out as her high suddenly surged through her body, her head turning to the side to avoid staring at you as she groaned against your inner thigh as her high began to come down.

before you could get another word out, ellie moaned against you a sweet breathy moan, it came out muffled due to her still being between your thighs. You take notice of her hips twitching and buckling.....no way..

did she just...

"did you just....cum?" You asked in confusion and slight amusment as you tried to pry ellies head off your thigh to get a look of her face "no- no i didn't fuck off" the girl exclaimed in defense as her bright pink face now leaned against your thigh, her panting softly against it

"it was hot-"

"shut up"

[cursedyuri]

so, your best friend accidentally sent you a video of her masturbating. what now?

18+ below! smut smut smut!

ellie’s bedroom is heavy with the scent of sex, her fingers still pruned from her own wetness. she’s spent the last few minutes tense and panicked, too paralyzed with anxiety to get up and put some clothes on, and she’s considering what she’ll change her name to and where she’ll move to start a new life when you finally, finally text her back.

it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?

the weight on her chest eases a bit at your reassurance, but a new spark of uncertainty flares up at the second part of the message: give me a second to reply. jaw tight, she sends you a question mark, then follows up with you don’t have to respond. it’s probably better if you don’t?? again i’m so fucking sorry.

but as the minutes tick by, slow and lazed, she starts to panic again. her mind conjures every possible response you could send her next: an angry thesis statement on why ellie’s a disgusting pervert, a seething comment about how stupid she must be for sending a video like that so carelessly. would you ever look at her the same way? would things ever be the same?

all it takes is another notification from you to make every imagined worst-case scenario evaporate. ellie clicks the notification as soon as it pops up, chewing on the soft flesh of her inner lip.

it’s a video.

you sent her a video.

she hits the play button without a second thought, heartbeat thudding in her ears.

“i know you’re probably embarrassed,” you say, head tilting as you frown with sympathy. a blush paints ellie’s cheeks bright red. “but i need you to know how wet that made me.”

holding the camera up, you extend your arm outwards to reveal the rest of your body - your naked body, ellie realizes with a shock. she sits up in bed, back ramrod straight, her phone shaking as a nervous tremor strikes through her. but she can’t look away - not when you’re tracing a hand down the soft curves of your body, fingertips grazing over one peaked nipple, then moving lower, lower. ellie swears she’s forgotten how to breathe.

you release a pleased hum. “i liked watching you touch yourself,” you say, so matter-of-fact. “i hope you like watching me.”

and she does, god she does. she settles back down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the screen as you work two fingers through your soaked folds. you moan and sigh and keen, rolling your hips down against your own hand, the wet sounds of your pussy so intoxicating, ellie can’t believe she’s gone her whole life without seeing you like this.

and it might be wrong, the way her own hand drifts between her legs to find herself still hot and wet, but she doesn’t have it in herself to care. she dips a finger inside of herself as she watches you ride your own hand, grinding down on your palm as your fingers work in and out of your cunt. she finds a rhythm that matches your own; soon enough, you’re both gasping at the pleasure building beneath your waistline. with every roll of your hips, ellie’s cunt tightens, flooding with slickness - as if she could get any wetter.

as you get closer to the edge, your grip on your phone falters and the camera starts to shake. ellie hisses and curses under her breath when your phone captures the blissed-out look on your face: eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“oh - oh my god,” you stutter, panting, “i’m gonna come, ellie.”

ellie. ellie ellie ellie.

“holy fuck.” ellie’s pussy clamps down around her fingers at the sound of her name on your lips; her thumb glides over her clit just right, and she didn’t think she’d come this fast but she does, her vision exploding into blinding white as her orgasm crashes into her. it’s the only time she looks away from the video on her screen - but she certainly hears your orgasm, all high-pitched moans and ragged breaths, your cunt gushing onto your fingers.

when ellie finds the strength to open her eyes again, the video is still playing. you’re catching your breath, chest shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. you look at the camera and smile. ellie thinks she might pass out.

“thanks for the video,” you say, lifting your free hand up to wave.

when you bring your fingers to your mouth and purse your lips around them, sucking them clean of your own come, ellie’s sure she’s going to pass out.

and then, she decides, she’s going to fuck you stupid.

[iluvwomensm]

theres nothing more sinister than my face when i find a new writer i fw

[meganegatari]

THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST SO YUMMM so yeah🧍🏻‍♀️can you write something about streamer ellie <33

☆: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. definitelyyyy hasn't been...months...anyway. positive this is one of the worse things i've written, but didn't wanna leave you hanging forever! ngl it's pretty filthy..heh.

◇: 18+ pretend those twitch guideline things don't exist. remote control vibrator use, orgasm denial, sub-ish!ellie?? plot twist at the end bc i think im so funny. 1.6k wc. don't mind the layout of this idk what else to do...

You watch your girlfriend stream her game from your fluffy and comfortable spot on your shared bed—you observe how focused she was on her screen, how her skilled fingers were flying across the keyboard and mouse. It would certainly be a shame to disturb her in such a high tension moment but you think it over, running your finger over the small buttons of the sleek little remote in your hand.

"Yeah, yeah, got 'em! Look at that guys, I fuckin’ aced that!" Ellie rejoices in her victory, and gleefully boasts to her viewers, adjusting her microphone closer and leaning back in her chair.

You're glad you were far off camera, her fans didn't even know she was in a relationship—Ellie made it clear she wanted you to be separate from her hobbies, not because she wanted to keep you a secret, but because she wanted to keep you safe. And you enjoyed watching her stream from the sidelines like this, you saw how her personality captivated viewers and how much fun she really was. But you also enjoyed messing with her on the occasion. Like today.

"Can I watch tonight's stream again?" You asked her eagerly. "Yeah, why not? I'll be doing some tournaments and stuff though, so no distractions." Oops. You bit back a laugh. Ellie immediately sussed out the mischievous look on your face and she sighed, expecting the worst.

Then you showed her the box you've been hiding, "Please let's try, I won't click it too much, I promise." She stared at you for a whole minute, maybe more, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing, rubbing her hands all over her face. "God, fine. Just 'cause I love you. Damn you're evil."

Fast forward to now—the device was snugly inserted inside her pretty pussy, tested out to prove it does in fact work, and works well at that.

So off Ellie went to play her game, getting so caught up in everything she seemingly forgot about the device entirely. In between games she was talking to the viewers, reading the chat and joking back and forth. You decided it was a good enough time to click it so you pressed the button, only for a miniscule zap.

She jerked in her seat, gasping, but quickly recovered with a strategic cough. "Phew sorry guys, something got caught in my throat." You saw a bright berry blush spread across her face, and the way she fought to turn and throw a glare at you. This was going to be fun.

"Alright, the next round’s gonna start, we gotta lock in! Hopefully nothing pops up and this goes smoothly. I can taste the win already.” She put a certain warning tone to her voice in the last part of her sentence, you knew it was meant for you, but were you going to listen? Absolutely not. "Oh yeah chat fun fact, this old area of the map was inspired by ancient ruins just of—ah!" As if her body had a mind of its own, she squirmed in her seat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan when you hit it again, but this time you didn't turn it off right away. You kept it going for a few more seconds, to prolong the terribly delicious sensation.

She screwed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath until you turned it off, mumbling to her viewers about "having hiccups". "The game is starting now, so we really gotta get serious." Her voice had an unsteadiness to it only you could hear, she was keeping her composure rather well so far. But likely wouldn't be able to keep up the act for much longer. Even she has her limits.

As her match went on, she got quiet when she was focused, mashing the keys with a speed fast as sound. Of course, you hit it again, just a short one, causing a choked "guh" to escape from her lips and she twitched when you did so, her facade starting to crack. The effort to keep her voice stable was showing, she was huffing and struggling to get her words out clearly, they were laced with obvious irritation.

"Fuck missed the shot, dammit. Yeah I don't know, somethings up today, sorry guys...off my game." You decided to be nice to her until the game ended, not pressing it further or adjusting the intensity. She played for a little while longer before losing the match, leaning forward on the desk with her face in her hands. This was the perfect moment, so you cranked it up, increased the intensity to maximum, and held the button for the longest time yet, making her whine—a low, drawn out sound she couldn't stifle this time.

You could hear lots of messages being sent, pings in rapid succession, they were probably clipping that moment. Perverts, you thought. 

Her chest was noticeably heaving up and down, her legs spread as she rocks her front against the chair, and she kept her head lowered until you decreased the intensity but didn't turn it all the way off. Her hands were shaking, and her face was a vibrant cherry red, the screen even reflected the sparkle of a couple tears in her eyes.

��What? Oh, I'm just so sad about the loss guys, we were so close—hnn- so…so closeahh—I mean, we should've gotten that…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip and tapping her fingers on the desk’s wooden surface. “Y’know what, I'll be right back.” She paused the stream, made triple sure her camera and microphone were turned off, then whipped around in her chair to face you, glaring silver daggers your way.

You just giggled innocently and turned the device off again. “What the fuck is wrong with you, this shit is not- not light on you at all.” Her voice was breaking, her pretty features contorted in a beautifully needy expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all watery. Nearly as wet as the mess in her pants. You feigned innocence and shrugged at her, “Well I didn't know it was that strong.” “You knew damn well.” She's fed up with your antics, but you have fun playing with her. She covers her face and leans back in the chair, the embarrassment in her voice the only thing you could hear, “Fuck you...turn it up again, wanna cum.”

You couldn't contain the laugh that burst forth from your chest, then said, “Only if you stream it.” The shock that flickered across her face was priceless, you wish you could have snapped a photo.

“What the fuck do you mean by that, nah forget it.”

“Hey, you gotta finish your stream either way, they're waiting. Would you wanna be so awful and deprive those darlings of your presence?”

You flash her a sugary smile, and she shoots you a murderous look again, before wordlessly scooting back to her setup, fanning herself briefly and readjusting her coppery hair.

Then she turns the stream back on. “Sorry guys, I had to get up for a second. Anyway, let's play one more game. I'm getting kinda tired today. Let's make this one count, lock in like never before.” She takes a deep breath, cracks her knuckles, and begins smacking away at the keyboard buttons. You're able to see the way she looks tense, on edge, anticipating your devilish interruption.

You debate whether you should torture her, but the answer quickly becomes clear. Click.

“Ah—fuck!” She sputters, and roughly slams her fist on the desk. The pleasure was hitting her with full force, she was in her own, lewd, world now. Her head is thrown back, back arched and hips stuttering, the release was about to sneak up on her.

You watch the scenario unfold, licking your lips and pressing your thighs together to deal with the pressure between them. Her unapologetic moans get louder, but for a second she snaps out of the trance to sit back upright, turn the stream off, before the peak hits her like a truck.

“Holy, fu—hah!!” With a squeal she cums, not caring about how fucking loud she was being, wanting to be selfishly absorbed in ecstasy.

She started to jolt around in her seat, the throes of overstimulation making her whimper like an animal in heat, it truly was a sight to behold. You wish you were in between her legs, lapping up her sweetness straight from the source, but in a way, just watching from the sidelines was satisfying enough. You'll clean her up afterward.

Finally you turned it off once and for all, and gazed at her, she was panting heavily, the post-orgasm glow making her rosy skin shimmer in the low light.

“Hmmm, thanks babe, that was so good…” She tried to talk, her head was in the clouds, but she looked at peace.

“You're a whore.” You chortled, and you two shared a laugh.

Although, a flurry of shrill sounds brought you both out of the fantasy. Ping, ping, ping.

Unfortunately she wasn't able to enjoy the aftermath of a mind-numbing session, because her eyes shot open and she began scrambling to find the source of the sound. Your stomach dropped as you watched her panic, her neuroticism infectious.

She looked at you, her eyes wider than saucers, nothing but fear in her voice, “I wasn't able to turn my mic off…”

What was she going to do now?

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[tittiesnhrtz]

prisoner!ellie hcs

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ mostly keeps to herself and spends most of her time reading or drawing in the shabby prison library, or jogging and working out in the yard, trying to stay out of trouble. but, she ends up making enemies anyway because of her snarky mouth.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she either got in for selling drugs or murder, there's no in between. if it's the latter, she cries herself to sleep some nights, too sorrow-stricken—even if she believes they deserved it—to care about waking up other prisoners.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ who’s trying (keyword: trying) so hard to not get a shot from the prison guards everyday. but her stubbornness and temper know better.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she tries to ignore you when she finds out you’re her new cell mate. but let’s be honest, who doesn’t get lonely in that shithole? so she eventually warms up to you and even offers her commissary sometimes.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she finds herself growing attached to you; like a wasp to the saccharine nectar of an entrancing flower. she goes wherever you go and the whole prison knows you both are inseparable.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ it isn’t long until she’s catching feelings for you, trying so hard to not look or blush when you’re taking a shower in the communal bathroom, and she’s waiting outside, holding the towel for you.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she would never make the first move. she’s too busy overthinking and trying not to read between the lines, that the whole prison realises you're flirting with her before she does.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ when the prison lights are off and the other prisoners are out like light, she makes space for you in her bottom bunk so you can lie down next to her and have your daily deep conversations. she’d find herself transfixed, listening to you ramble about the most random things, drawing deeper meanings even from the ridiculous, the only source of light being the moonlight spilling through the tiny window. she’s truly grateful for having found someone like you when she’d lost hope and succumbed to the darkness.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she broke out into a fight with one of the prisoners who was calling you names, punching the other girl in the eye and what not. the prison broke into a commotion and poor girl got sent to shu (solitary confinement) for a week. when she returned to your worried face and puffy red eyes, her heart ached and she swore she’d never let her temper get the best of her again. but she had to admit, she was in cloud nine seeing you cared about her just as much as she did for you.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she fumbles over her words and blushes so hard when you call her your prison wife jokingly. she mumbles a 'shut up' though she's not opposed to the idea, not even a bit.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ you finally make a move when you realize she's never going to and she'd go as far as to learn how to live with her feelings suppressed.

she's walking back from her work that pays less than a dollar, after having helped fix some broken pipes, when she sees you waiting for her.

“you waitin’ on me?” she questions after approaching you in long strides. she was sweaty, covered in dirt and grime and in desperate need of a shower.

but that didn’t stop you from leaning in and kissing her. after being in a prison for months, hygiene was the least of your concerns.

a surprised noise leaves her lips, but soon she’s fluttering her eyes close and relishing the moment. she smelt like a mix of the mango sorbet scented soap you both shared and sweat. when the kiss starts to deepen, she pulls away, conscious of her state.

“i’m pretty nasty.” she laughs awkwardly, her cheeks flushed.

“do you wanna be my prison wife?”

her eyes widen at the question, you sound serious and you’re not joking this time. she stares at you for a whole minute, processing your words before she breaks out into a giggle. she gives you that smile, her dimples on display.

“i’ll consider it.” she says, although, internally she’s screaming ‘yes’ and fighting the urge to hug you.

kinda nsfw

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ a lot of quickies in the bathroom or behind the secluded cabin in the yard. head buried in each other’s shoulders or hand clamping the mouth of the other’s to not get caught by the creepy guards or other prisoners.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ when you finally get some privacy, she makes sure she can hear every sound you make, watching your reactions closely like she’s trying to memorise it and hold onto it for thinking about it when she’s away from you.

“you like that, baby?” her words vibrate against your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

“yeah, you like that.” she giggles as she looks up at you through her eyelashes, making eye contact, before she goes back to devouring your pussy.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she’s not satisfied until she’s pulled four orgasms from you on most days. she just loves seeing you all fucked out, knowing she was the one who caused it.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ always groping your ass in public or smacking it when she thinks the guards aren’t looking. when you’re in the prison cafeteria feeding her her meal—because to her the slop they serve is bearable only when it’s your fingers wrapping around the spoon and bringing the food up to her mouth—she’ll slide a hand up your thigh and rest it awfully close to your cunt, drawing stars near the area, as she looks at you with an innocent smile.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she’s extremely needy some days. especially after a tiresome day at work and not being able to see you as the officers piled extra work on her. not even two minutes into kissing and she’s already humping your thigh, her slick sticking to her underwear. she’ll whine pathetically, all the while complaining about how tired she is and how much she missed you, making you just give in instead of teasing her.

bonus

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ when she finds out you’re getting released, her heart feels heavy, like someone just squeezed lemon juice on her open wounds. she sucks it up and pretends to be happy for you nonetheless, knowing you’ll finally get to take a proper shower, eat normal food and sleep on a bed that doesn’t give you neck pain every single day.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ but, what if she mattered to you only in the confined grounds of prison? what if you’ll forget her the minute you step outside? you’ll just walk out into the world, make new friends, new experiences, and a life that will no longer include her. these thoughts gnaw at her but she never asks you about it.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she doesn’t do a very good job at hiding her worries though. you see right through her facade and assure her you’ll be waiting for her on the other side. and you stick true to your words, sending her letters, calling her during ‘phone time’ and visiting her almost everyday during visitation hours. you tell her about your life and how the parole officer is still a pain in the ass while she tells you about the prison gossip and how lonely it feels without you.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she’s on her best behaviour all the time, her main motive being to serve her time and get out so she can be with you, properly. so when she finally gets released, the first thing she does is ask joel to buy a diamond ring, saying she’ll lend him the money back, and meet her outside the prison. she knows you’d be waiting for her in the car to pick her up from the prison. after bidding joel goodbye, she jogs over to your car and throws herself in the passenger seat.

“hey, baby.” she grins, buzzing with excitement, anticipation and anxiousness. she was finally free and it took all her self control to not fling herself onto you and make love to you right here after yearning for the warmth of your touch for so long.

“hey.” you manage a smile, feeling overwhelmed by seeing her, and this time without a guard monitoring interactions between an inmate and a visitor.

“fuck, that was the longest five years of my life.” she leaned back in her seat and let out a soft sigh. her hand reaches over the centre console, coming to rest on your thigh. her fingers tap a nervous rhythm as she looks at you. she’d been planning this moment for months, but now that it was happening, she felt nervous as hell.

she pulled her clammy hand away from your thigh, inhaling sharply as she averted her gaze. her fingers fiddled with the small ring box before pulling it out. “uh..do you want to be my prison wife, but without the ‘prison’?”

[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.

[ffiolette]

ELLIE WILLIAMS + THIGH RIDING

WARNINGS— pictured santa barbara ellie while writing this 🙂‍↕️love my wife's short hair, wlw/afab reader, not really any dom/sub it's just sex, thigh riding duh, cursing, clit play, fingering, nipple/breast play, NSFW MDNI.

you're straddling ellie's bare thigh, hips rutting back and fourth as you pant and whimper into the crook of her neck. your right hand is shoved between her warm thighs, rubbing mercilessly at her clit which you can feel pulsing beneath your pruned fingers.

you let out a whine as she clenches her thigh for you, tightening the muscles for you to hump against.

"fuck, els. feels s'good..." you mutter breathily, your fingers playing with her wetness, circling her twitching clit before shoving two fingers back into her sloppy pussy. she sucks in a breath and the grip she has on your hip tightens.

"yeahhh just like that, sweet girl."

she tilts her head back, letting it rest on the back of your ratty, worn down couch you'd had for years. the slick sounds of your juicy cunts fill the space, as well as your moans of pleasure and the heady scent of sex.

It's intoxicating. she's intoxicating, truly, seeing as you'd been fooling around for over an hour now.

ellie's lips brush your cheek and you immediately twist your head to swallow her desperate cry when the heel of your palm grinds against her swollen clit. you can feel her quivering around your fingers, and it only makes you all the more eager in humping her deliciously firm thigh.

your pussy leaks incessantly onto her sticky skin, slick spilling over her thigh until it pools under her and seeps into the cushions. "ellie...oh shit, 'm close." you mewl against her lips, the earlier kiss slowly morphing into something more desperate and pathetic as you pant into one another's mouth.

"me too, just a little faster, baby." she instructs you softly. and you obey almost instantly, fingers pistoning in and out of her hole at a quicker pace as your palm slaps wetly against her bundle of nerves. "fuck yeah, holy shit that's good."

the way she groaned and arched her hips ever so slightly when your fingertips grazed her g-spot has your eyes rolling back as you give up on the kiss fully, burying your flushed face in her shoulder.

"els, please..." you beg, not fully knowing what you're even pleading for in the first place. but when her hands come up to toy with your nipples through your loose tank top, letting the skin spill through her fingers as she gropes you, you knew you didn't need anything more.

"come on. come on my thigh, pretty. I'm so fuckin' close." she says in a strained tone, still working her hands over your tits as white hot pleasure courses through you everytime your clit drags over her soaked thigh.

"oh fuck, 'm coming—!" you choke out, your hips stuttering as your body contracts in pleasure. ellie's not far behind you, her thighs clenching and her pussy gushing liquid onto your hand as she listens to your whiny moans.

after drawing out her orgasm by prodding at her g-spot softly, and ellie doing the same with you by dragging you up and down her thigh by your hips, you slump against her, your cum slick hand pressed against her tummy as the both of you attempted to catch your breath.

"mmm, shit. that was good..." you mumble, tangling your fingers in her auburn hair to pull her into a slow, unhurried kiss. you can feel her lips curling up against yours, smiling as she pulls back. "agreed."

ffiolette

[megalomaniacz]

ellie hitting it from the back and you're just completely in subspace, taking everything's she's giving you completely blissed out and brainless:))

nsfw! — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

omg the way she’d be fucking you so good you’d only be able to see stars. you’ll actually be drooling and brain dead like a cock drunk dummy lmao. her hand on the back of your neck keeping you steady while she hits your weak spot over and over and over again. you’ve forgotten what it’s like to not have her stuffing your walls. other hand gripping the plump flesh of your ass so hard you’re sure that it’ll leave a bruise. the kind you look at in the mirror that sends memories rushing to your stomach.

speaking of stomachs, she’s fucking you so deep you’re positive she’s blending your guts. turning you into a pleasure smoothie. and you feel like fucking jello because it’s all too much. you’re so gone you can’t even hear her talking to you. “you’re taking me so well. you can barely respond. fuck, can you hear that? you’re so fucking wet for me.”

and then she slows down. slow, hard thrusts. one after the next making you grip the sheets and stuff your face into the mattress. all while’s she’s got the stupidest smirk on her face. (probably thinking about how next time she’s gonna fuck you in front of a mirror and make you watch yourself become her cock slut.)

[00valentina-writes00]

loser ellie getting horny when you stretch in the mornings because it reminds her of when you squirmmmm

♡♥︎Morning Stretches & Desperation♥︎♡

Warnings: Ellie being a horndog, Grinding, Ellie cumming in her damn boxers, Ellie-I-cum-fast-Williams

Ellie’s watching you again.

She does it every morning, sitting on the edge of your shared bed, looking half-asleep but undeniably locked in on you. It’s almost pathetic, the way she stares, barely blinking, lips parted just enough for her teeth to sink into her bottom lip as if she’s trying to keep herself quiet.

But she never really is.

You lift your arms above your head, stretching with a soft groan, and Ellie shifts in her seat like she’s in pain. It’s subtle, the way her legs tense, thighs pressing together, fingers twitching against the hem of her boxers. The fabric of your sleep shirt lifts slightly with the motion, exposing the dip of your waist, the soft skin just above your panties.

Ellie swallows hard.

You know exactly what she’s thinking—she always does this, always gets herself worked up over nothing. You stretching in the morning shouldn’t make her horny, but it does. It reminds her of the way you squirm when she’s got you pinned, of how your body arches when she eats you out just right. She’s fucking obsessed.

And you? You love to play with her.

Letting out another satisfied sigh, you arch your back slightly, rolling your shoulders before twisting your torso, stretching just a bit more. The movement pulls your shirt up even higher, exposing more of your stomach, the curve of your hip.

Ellie’s breath stutters.

She’s gripping the edge of the mattress now, knuckles going white, trying to keep herself from reaching out. It’s cute, really. She thinks she has self-control.

You glance at her through hooded eyes, lips curling into a smirk. “You good over there, Els?”

She inhales sharply, like she wasn’t expecting you to call her out. “Uh—yeah. Yeah, I’m—fuckin’ great.”

But she’s not great. She’s already getting wet, the evidence staining her boxers with a damp spot. You catch the way she shifts again, subtly trying to adjust herself, like she thinks you won’t notice.

You notice.

And you decide to push her just a little further.

Turning to face her fully, you lift your arms again, exaggerating the movement, letting your back arch as you roll your hips in a slow, sleepy stretch. The way Ellie’s jaw clenches, the way her fingers tighten around the sheets—it’s almost too much.

She’s struggling.

“Mm,” you hum, letting your arms drop lazily, your hands brushing over your own thighs. “You sure? You look kinda… tense.”

Ellie makes a sound—a quiet, choked-off groan—and drags a hand down her face like it’s going to help her focus on anything other than the way your nipples are pressing against your thin shirt, the way your legs shift, the way your voice sounds all soft and teasing just for her.

“I—” She stops, shaking her head like she’s trying to clear it. “Jesus Christ, babe, c’mon…”

You grin, taking a slow step toward her. “C’mon what?”

Ellie exhales shakily, eyes darting down to your legs, back up to your face, then back down to where your panties are sitting just right on your hips. She looks so fucking weak, like she’s fighting a losing battle, like she’s about to fold if you so much as breathe on her the right way.

And you? You’re not above taking advantage of that.

“You get like this every morning,” you murmur, stepping between her legs, dragging your nails gently through her messy hair. “Always so horny for no reason.”

Ellie groans, tipping her head back slightly, her hands twitching where they rest on her thighs. “S’not for no reason,” she mumbles, voice thick.

“No?” You lean in, brushing your lips over the shell of her ear. “Then what is it?”

Ellie lets out a slow, shuddering breath, and her hands finally move—grabbing your waist, pulling you in until you’re practically straddling her lap. “You,” she mutters, voice hoarse. “Always you.”

She’s wet—so fucking wet—and when you shift against her, rolling your hips just slightly, she whimpers. Actually fucking whimpers.

It’s so easy, reducing her to this—needy, desperate, barely holding on.

Her grip tightens on your waist, her fingers pressing bruises into your skin as she bucks up against you instinctively. “Fuck, babe—”

You hush her with a slow grind, rolling your hips deliberately, letting the heat of your pussy drag over the crotch of her boxers. Ellie swears under her breath, her head falling forward, forehead pressing into your shoulder as she groans.

“Feel good?” you whisper.

Ellie just nods, her breath warm against your skin, her hands gripping your ass now, dragging you against her even harder.

She’s fucking desperate. And you love it.

“God,” she mutters, lifting her head just enough to catch your lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. It’s needy, all tongue and heavy breaths, like she’s trying to swallow you whole. Her hands slide under your shirt, fingers splaying across your back, holding you so fucking tight like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You moan into her mouth, grinding down harder, and Ellie gasps, breaking the kiss with a sharp inhale. “Fuck, fuck—gonna cum—”

You smirk, reaching between you to push your hand into her boxers, dragging your fingers through her soaked folds. “Already?”

Ellie whimpers, her hips jerking up into your grip, her whole body trembling. “Can’t help it, baby—fuck—”

You stroke her slow, teasing, dragging your thumb over her clit before squeezing it between your fingers just right. Ellie shudders violently, her breath catching, her fingers digging into your skin.

You lean in, kissing the corner of her mouth as you murmur, “cum for me, loser.”

Ellie chokes on a moan, her whole body locking up as she cums into your hand, hips jerking helplessly, thighs trembling beneath you. Her moans are raw, wrecked, her hands gripping you like a lifeline as she rides it out.

You keep rubbing tight circles against her clit to help her through it, milking every last drop of her orgasm, watching as she completely falls apart in your hands.

When she finally slumps back against the bed, boneless and panting, you grin down at her. “Better?”

Ellie blinks up at you, dazed, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted.

Then, after a moment, she groans, dragging a hand down her face.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me one day.”

[seraphicsentences]

HEY! i knwo your on a break but just incase your bored could you write reader sending spicy texts2 streamer!ellie while shes on like a boss level, and then after ‘raging’ at reader for making her lose, she comes back as if the chat isnt questioning the sounds coming from the other room (silly girl forgot to mute)

hi. tumblr j deleted all my edits to this. i’m rage quitting and j posting this version i banged out in the span of 15 minutes 😀 anyways.

FUCK i’m sorry i know this took fucking forever and now i’m delivering mediocrity. loved this req either way this was smf to write. hope you enjoy sweet girl ;)

me when i disappear for a month and come back only to deliver pure dog shit. 🤪🤪

“-KID JUST GOT FUCKING DESTROYED, FUCKING BITCH.”

it was a late friday night, which meant ellie was streaming in her room, and you were supposed to be studying.

this week ellie was hosting a special in celebration of hitting 10k subscribers, and was grinding away to finally defeat Resident Evil’s final boss.

you could hear the chat dinging away with message after message, no doubt blasting ellie with compliments on her play, and the occasional comment thirsting over her hands or whatnot. it was nothing new— you’d seen the countless edits of her on your own social media page, and even had a folder of your own favorites saved away on a burner account.

“let me suck your fing- WHAT?! that is a crazy thing to say,” you could hear ellie’s shocked voice. “either way, chat, i’m married…”

“where’s my ring? UP YOUR ASS. c’mon, leave me be, guys,” ellie jokingly whined, bantering with her obsessive fanbase.

you held back a smile of your own, hand pressed to your mouth as she continued to scold the chat for their outrageously filthy messages. what a dork.

“alright alright, im muting the chat. love you guys but i gotta focus now! this is serious shit and i’m low on ammo now, hah-ha,” ellie spoke to the screen, words slightly muffled through the thin wall.

in the living room papers lay strewn across the floor, couch littered with eraser shavings and crumpled post-it notes, yourself splayed atop it all.

studying was a long-forgotten task you abandoned to instead sweep lazily through your camera roll, attempting to clear up some much needed storage.

you stopped abruptly at the thumbnail of an old video, in which depicted a downright sinful image of ellie’s bared neck for you as she arched back in pleasure.

you quite literally salivated at the veins that adorned her sweat-glistened skin, naked chest that was just covered by the play button in the center, goading you to click it.

quiet sounds of ellie’s desperate moans picked up, her head coming up look just above the camera and deliver the most pathetically fucked-out look.

“ple-ease can i cum, mommy?” she whined, voice breaking with every thrust of your fingers, wet squelching in the background a sign of her neediness.

“let me hear you, baby,” you heard yourself coo through the screen, the video becoming shaky as you picked up your pace— before suddenly ending on accident right as ellie let out a strangled whimper.

you met it with one of your own, frustrated with being left on an unfinished high, the throbbing at your core impossible to ignore.

your thighs shifted against one another, wetness pooling in your underwear as you replayed ellie’s final sound in your head over and over again.

your trance was broken by the sound of a frustrated groan coming from behind ellie’s door.

“fuck, i got it this time, i got it, swear,” she cursed as the game’s recognizable ‘revive’ audio cue played.

she could just do this again next week, right?

without a second longer of thinking, you quickly screen-shotted a clear frame from the video, shooting it ellie’s way and sending a quick text to follow.

~~

ellie choked on her own spit as she clicked the blur away. cough- “fuck-“ wheeze- “shit-“ hack- “sorry, guys, j choked on my own saliva.”

what the fuck? what games were you trying to play?

you groaned, hearing the firing of guns continue on alongside ellie’s commentary.

sliding your panties aside, you spread your legs to display the mess between them, snapping a quick picture.

you shot back another text.

“just one more hit, one more one more one m- i- fuck,” you hear ellie stutter. “oh fuck, yep… and i’m dead, ‘kay, sorry guys just give me like 5 i’ll be back. gotta take care of something.”

you heard the slam of her headphones hitting the table and a screech of her chair sliding back against the hardwood floors.

the door swung open, the look in ellie’s eyes making your heart race with anticipation.

“hey els, good game?” you asked innocently from your position on the couch, legs crossed with your arm resting over the back.

“good game? yeah, great game actually,” she replies sarcastically, sauntering her way over to you. “you didn’t happen to need something, did you?” she asks, hopping onto the couch and quirking an eyebrow up.

“me? no…” you trail off as she leans in to brush a kiss across your lips.

“no?” she tucks your hair aside, before leaning in to whisper, “you mind spreading those pretty legs for me then, baby? i just want a look.”

“els,” you whine, attempting to catch her mouth in a kiss.

she avoids it, dipping down instead to rasp words against your racing pulse, “show me.”

you uncross your legs slowly, a damp patch darkening the very center of your shorts.

ellie grabs the leg closest to her, swiveling your body in one swift move to face her direction, placing that leg over the back of the couch as she runs her other hand up your opposing leg.

“fuck, els, i need you,” you say breathlessly, hips bucking into the air.

“let’s get these off,” she replies with a squeeze, tugging at your waistband. “wanna tell me what’s got you texting me like a slut in the middle of my stream? was it the video? my video?”

she dips her thumb into your leaking hole, swiping your arousal up in a messy circle over your aching clit.

“ah- shit! yes, fuck, y’sounded s-so pretty in it, els,” you moaned, nerves overly sensitive from the wait. “please,” you cried out, unsure of what exactly you were begging for, but you needed more.

“so fuckin’ needy,” ellie laughs under her breath, relishing in the loud groan that escapes your lips when she replaces her hand with her mouth, tongue flicking rhythmically against your swollen clit to draw out more of those pretty sounds.

“oh-oh, god, right there, so good- mmph,” you rock your hips up, hand scrambling to tug ellie’s mouth even closer to you, if possible.

mmhm she moans into your pussy, the vibrations making you jerk up as your legs clamp tightly around her head. ellie’s hands dash up immediately to shove them apart, pressing them wide open with an iron grip as she practically growls, “you asked for this. so fucking take it.”

two of her fingers slide easily into you with the next pull on your clit, and you’re arching up in a manner almost identical to ellie’s in the video, whining nonsensically.

“you’re dripping, baby,” ellie tuts, “just couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

she continues to pump her fingers deep into you, curling them on every outstroke to slide against the spot that makes you see stars.

“c’mon, cum all over my fingers,” she teases, whispering sweet praises between kitten licks to your sensitive clit.

with your head thrown back, you couldn’t help but moan her name like a fucking prayer as your walls started to tighten, legs trembling under her grasp as she worked you through your high.

“that’s it, soak my fucking fingers.”

~

iluvgirls_moms: THAT WAS 1000% A MOAN

elliesleftarm33: guys what the fuck is happening 😀 ellie babes, i think you forgot to mute.

ewilliamsismy_wife: did anyone else j hear ellie’s name. are the voices getting to me?

elliewsjizzfr6996: how to be ellie’s gf no glue no borax? 🥲🥲

1toesuckersslurper: NAH ITS BEEN WELL OVER 10 MIN IM OUTTA HERE

yeahhh… looks like ellie owes her subscribers a real big 10k special next week. and an apology.

[madewithsilk]

dark abby fucking Ellie’s sweet girlfriend PLEASE

ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ᴇʟʟɪᴇ'ꜱ ɢꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (pt2)

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴀʙʙʏ ɪꜱ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪʟʟ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ʜᴀʀꜱʜ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ

— ᴄᴡ; ᴅᴜʙ ᴄᴏɴ (?), ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴜꜱᴀɢᴇ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ʙᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏɪɴɢ, ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ

Ellie knew something was up since the moment she stepped foot into her house. The unusual silence as she took off her shoes and then the slight whimpers once she started walking down the hallway. Ellie's brow cocked, making her way to the bedroom where she was meet with stifled moans and shushing. Ellie twisted the door knob, your figure ass up, face down, hands tied behind your back and forced into an arch by Abby's hand.

Ellie shook in anger, staring at the same woman who ruined her life about to ravish her girlfriend. Your eyebrows were knit together, look so sweet, Ellie had the urge to save you. Cause it had to be forced, right? She tried to step closer to Abby, yet when Abby's gun pressed harshly against the back of your head, Ellie froze. You whimpered, "Abs'!" You complain, as if this wasn't what you agreed to, fear trembling through you. "Stay where you are, and I won't hurt her. Got it?" Abby demands, watching Ellie shift on her feet, itching to get you yet stays in place.

Abby keeps your wrists in place, digging her hand now into your hair, releasing the gun. She tugs, groaning at your little whimpers. Her strap was buried to the hilt inside you, her pelvis against your ass. "Let me— fuck– tell you how I got your pretty girlfriend to let me fuck her." Abby says, thrusting slowly in and out. You were a babbling, incoherent mess beneath her. Practically a dumb toy, allowing Abby to pull your hair and fuck your velvety cunt. Abby smacked your ass, already a bunch of red marks from before Ellie got home. "Told her a whole fuckin' sob story, and this sweet lil' girl let me pin her down in no time." Her pace quickens, fucking you stupid as Ellie watched.

Ellie practically growls, vision narrows at the scene. "Get your hands off her, Abby." She speaks yet it falls on deaf ears, Abby's grip on your hair becoming tighter to lift you up and rub lazy circles into your clit. Abby chuckled at Ellie desperately wanting to look away but too afraid that even in a split second you'd be harmed. "Stop fuckin' actin' like I forced her, she stripped for me, sucked my strap for me," Abby let go of your hair, face planting into the bed, your drool gathering on the sheets. "Always gettin' everything, even a sweet girl with a tight and willing cunt." Abby complained, cooing into your ear as she fucked you with an overwhelming force.

"Fuckkk— fuck fuck–" You babbled, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hardly able to make eye contact with Ellie. Abby grabbed your nape this time, hand circling your throat and pressing against your airway firmly. She lifted you by your neck, hardly breathing as she spoke right into your flushed cheeks. "Too bad she's a damn slut, huh?" Abby degraded, slapping you harshly against your cheek, hips still pistoning against yours. "Huh?" Abby emphasized once again, spitting on your red cheek this time. "Did you know how fucking greedy she was, Williams?" Abby asked, her lips parted, kissing down your exposed neck, still not allowing you to breathe.

"She jus' felt so bad for me, guess i'm pretty damn persuasive." Your lack of senses was overstimulating, hands tied along with your eyes blurry from tears. Ellie didn't respond, just watching how you moaned in response to every little movement. Your face was turning pale, hardly any oxygen in your system. "Stop doing that! Let her go—" Abby released your neck, allowing you to collapse again. "Cu— cumming-" Abby tugged your hair, movements away from giving you whiplash. Your orgasm crashed over you, eyebrows furrowed and squinting through your peripheral to see Abby's pulling her strap out of you with a filthy noise, your sopping cunt clenching around nothing.

Abby got up, unbuckling her harness and laying it ontop of your back. Watching you pant, the silicone tip painting your back muscles with your own cum, Abby wipes sweat off her forehead. "Sweet girl, bet Ellie neglects you huh?" She swipes drool off your chin. "Doesn't treat you as nasty as you deserve to be treated." You don't respond, simply murmuring and wiggling your ass. She grabbed her gun, shoving it into Ellie's chest. Ellie panicked slightly, eyes wide, resentment coursing through her veins. "Fuck her, or kill her. Either way works." She whispered before leaving.

The mess you were left in was picturesque. Her spit, your drool, your tears. Hands tied behind your back. Cum running down your back and lovely red mark on your cheek!

[cursedyuri]

smut! 18+ below, minors dni.

thinking about ellie accidentally sending you a video of her fingering herself.

the video preview is completely dark, so you have no clue what to expect when you click the play button. you assume it’s another one of her rants - lately she’s taken to sending you clips of herself complaining about her family, work, politics. she’s sent a few videos of her trying new foods while completely obliterated on an edible, too, which you’re kind of hoping for. her eyes look so pretty all droopy and red, and she has the cutest laugh when she’s high.

but oh, no. this is… nothing like that.

you’re lounging in bed, head propped up against a pillow, when you get the notification from ellie and click to your text thread. you hit play on the video, watching with a furrowed brow as the camera moves from darkness - the forest green fabric of ellie’s duvet, you realize - to reveal her room. and it’s a familiar sight; you’ve been there a hundred times. but that’s where the familiarity ends.

because this new camera angle shows ellie naked from the waist down.

she’s flushed, her cheeks tinged the faintest shade of pink. her chest rises and falls in a quick rhythm; the light catches on a smear of wetness on her inner thigh, and you realize with a flutter in your belly that she’d been going at it for a while before she’d pulled out the camera.

“okay, fuck,” ellie pants, her voice a bit tinny through the speakers of your cell phone. she lifts one muscled thigh to her bed, which she’s standing before - right in front of the camera. your mouth goes dry as your eyes flicker over her body: heather grey tank riding up her toned hips, the faintest sheen of sweat on her chest, her thigh flexing as she spreads herself in front of the camera.

“i got close beforehand so i wouldn’t… didn’t wanna be nervous,” she says, avoiding eye contact with her phone. “but i’m - wait. why the fuck am i talking? you’re not supposed to talk in these, are you?”

blood rushes into your cheeks, warming your face until you feel like your skin is about to burn off. you should probably stop watching, shouldn’t you? you should click out of the video, pretend you never opened it in the first place. this is clearly not for you to see.

but you can’t look away.

ellie reaches her hand between her legs, and your stomach warms with arousal. there’s a flutter between your legs that leaves you squeezing your thighs together, seeking pressure.

“oh god,” ellie mutters as her fingers play in her own pussy, the lewd, wet sounds echoing. she slips a finger inside of herself, then two, her eyes fluttering shut as a string of curses leaves her lips.

she starts to pump her fingers, the heel of her hand pressed to her clit, and your breath catches in your throat when she looks up at the camera. you know she’s not really looking at you this way, but you tense up regardless. the look in her eyes is sultry, lustful, hungry.

there’s a growing damp spot on your underwear.

ellie’s getting close; her brows are pinched together in concentration, and each of her moans is more ragged and high-pitched than the last. beneath the thin fabric of her tank, you see her abs tense with her impending orgasm. you bite your lip until you’re sure you taste blood.

she comes with a shuddering cry, bicep flexing as her hand stalls between her legs. strands of auburn hair, darkened with sweat, cling to her freckled forehead. she lowers her leg from the bed and stands upright again, still panting. she reaches for the camera and the video ends.

you’re still staring wide-eyed at your phone when a series of texts come through from ellie.

oh my god

please tell me you didn’t see that

holy fuck i’m an idiot

i’m so sorry

i did not mean to send that to you. holy shit i’m sorry

your chest tightens with sympathy - you can imagine how panicked ellie is on the other line, how utterly ruined her post-orgasm bliss must be.

you type out a quick response: it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?

finding a convenient place to prop up your phone, you hook your thumbs over your underwear and tug them off, leaning forward to press record on your phone.

read part two here!

[66stitches]

dating ellie headcanons

CW: SFW, one headcanon references modern day rather than an apocalyptic world, reader described as having hair

daily click - palestine masterpost - tlou and israel

⛤ If you have trouble sleeping, she’d force herself to stay up all night with you.

“It’s fine, baby. I wasn’t even tired anyway,” she says red-eyed and half asleep.

⛤ Loves innocent showers together. She’d always ask you to shampoo her hair (and tries not to drift off as you’re massaging the shampoo onto her scalp).

But when she’s applying your shampoo, she’d give you random hairstyles she finds cool. A mohawk is her go-to.

⛤ She drools in her sleep :(

⛤ She’d absolutely be the type of person to hog the swings at the playground. She is SPRINTING for it as fast as she could before a little kid gets their hands on it first.

“Sorry, little dude. I was here first,” she says as the kid’s mother is glaring at her disapprovingly from the distance.

⛤ You can’t watch a film without her comparing you to every hideous character she sees.

“Pfft, that dude looks like you.”

“Uh, Boromir?”

“No. The Uruk-hai.”

⛤ Also, The Lord of the Rings is one of her favorite film series. She’s a huge fan of Star Wars and The Terminator too.

⛤ Forces you to listen to her ranting about her favorite comic books.

“Alright, so then Dr. Daniela joins forces with other characters across the galaxies while trying to prevent the Travelers from wiping out the human race- babe, are you listening?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m listening. Go on.”

“Yeah? What was I saying?”

Shit. “Oh, Daniela Star found this thing, and… I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

“It’s okay! I get that the plot can sound a little complicated. I’ll just start over from the beginning again!” 😀

⛤ She has no problem kissing you before you brush your teeth in the morning, but dodges your every kiss if you had even a single sip of coffee.

⛤ Physical touch is her biggest love language.

⛤ When she’s feeling upset, she’ll be extra affectionate with you. Not wanting to talk about her feelings but needing some physical comfort.

⛤ Writes poetry about you in her journal, especially about the first time she met you and how you made her feel. She’d die before you read any of it though.

⛤ Loves to sketch you. Her journal is filled with drawings of your eyes, your lips, your smile. You’re her favorite muse.

⛤ Bonfire dates are her favorite. Just you, her, and her guitar.

⛤ Speaks to toddlers like they’re grown ass adults.

“Don’t you think it’s fucked- sorry, messed up how many atrocities the government has forced us to be complicit in simply by paying taxes?”

The confused kid is just staring at her.

“I think this baby’s deaf.”

⛤ Loves when you scratch her back. She’ll even be bossy with it and guide your hand.

“Lower. No, wait, go up. To the left- I said left.”

⛤ A huge fan of Mortal Kombat. Okay that’s all I got

[meganegatari]

Bro I literally eat up ur writing every time😭can u do ellie using a vibe on u?

before you read.

☆: KILLING 3 BIRDS W ONE STONE HEHE. i feel these all go well, so why not. sorry for the insane wait, and the wildly lazy writing...me putting this off forever only to bang out a crappy blurb in like 2 mins...also can't stick to a single aesthetic WHATEVA.

◇: vibrator use, fingering, porn w/out plot (sawry), dom-ish ellie (but she's still kinda silly), overstimulation, squirting, aftercare at the end (all r! recieving).

"you can take it, doin' so good." she murmurs under her breath, her face contorted in concentration.

you squeal when ellie presses the vibrator hard against your poor, overworked clit, the sensations almost too much to bear. but no matter how overwhelming it may be, it's still so mind numbingly good. the device has been set on a mode midway for the past...however long, and you've completely lost count of how many times she's made you cum thus far. for all you knew, it could have been well into the double digits, and she didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

ellie’s eyes were dark, low with blown out pupils. they remain trained on you, flickering between observing your facial expressions, your squirming body, covered in a shiny layer of sweat, and what's going on under her hands. "...ellie, hold on...wait." you gasp out, struggling to catch your breath.

she detaches the device from you, her tattooed hand traveling up your body, settling on the side of your face to cup your cheek, and wipe away a stray tear that had escaped from your eye. "need a break, babe?" she says, her gaze softening. that honey voice she puts on, featuring a light domineering timbre, it immediately makes you wet all over again and you whimper quietly, bucking your hips up in pursuit of more stimulation. she notices—of course she does, observant as a fox—and her lips stretch into a sneer, "yeah that's what i thought, still need more." she chuckles, before thrusting the tip of the toy back onto your swollen clit, biting her lip when she watches you arch backward, mantras of her name and pleas falling from your lips.

her free hand, which was previously resting on your knee, flies down the inside of your parted thighs, grazing the heated skin, and she teases your hole with two digits, eagerly observing the reactions. she quickly stuffs her middle two fingers inside with ease, slick and pearly cum leaking down her slender knuckles. curling upwards to massage your g-spot, the pleasure is causing explosions of colors to appear in your vision, your eyes are filling with tears once again.

"just gimme one more, okay?" ellie orders gently, clicking buttons to increase the intensity of the vibrator even more, and you nearly shriek. out of instinct your legs fight to close around her hands, but she's quick to push your knee to the side again, tutting. "nuh-uh, don't do that. just one more. say the safeword if you really want me to stop, alright?" you open one eye and nod meekly at her, and she resumes. within no time at all you feel the brink of orgasm swell in your lower abdomen once more, your legs trembling at every purr of the toy. and she can tell as well by the way you're whining and panting, all with a fucked out, lazy smile playing on your face.

silent moans trapped in your throat, you feel the blinding ecstasy overtake your body, blacking out your senses for a moment. she has lessened the setting to work you through it effectively, all while muttering sweet praises throughout.

"god, look at that." she whispers in awe once it's over, discarding the device on the floor and rubbing her hands across your legs to ease the tension in your thighs, making sure you're okay. she hovers over you to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then over your entire face, grinning when she hears you laugh.

her goofy tone returns, "fuckin' squirted all over me, baby. we'll clean up just gimme a sec." she cuddles up to you, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck, sighing and softly stroking the top of your head. "next time we'll do a couple more, make a new personal best, whaddaya think?"

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