#sub!ellie williams

[cursedyuri]

a/n: surprise! here’s a little somethin’ while i work on my next fics. mwah mwah happy saturday!

cw: 18+ as always, minors dni. sub!ellie, dom!reader, oral sex (e receiving), choking, tribbing, some…controlling aspects, multiple orgasms

ellie’s got it bad for you.

so bad, she doesn’t have it in her to be embarrassed when jesse and dina catch her staring at you in the middle of band practice, eyes glazed over, nodding along with whatever they’re saying even when she’s got nothing in her head but you you you.

it’s frustrating sometimes, what you do to her. she’s less efficient as a songwriter and guitar player—always casting glances at you in the middle of practice, chewing her lip till it damn near bleeds because it’ll keep her from making a mess of her boxer briefs. always picturing your pretty lips around her strap, you kneeling before her while she face-fucks you till you gag and choke. always tilting her head when you stand up from your seat beside her, going off to rifle through your purse for something, just praying she’ll get a glimpse at your panties when your skirt rides up.

when the rest of the band filters out and it’s just you two, she gets you in her lap, kissing you silly. you’re so perfect in her arms, smiling shyly when she pulls back and covers your face in chaste, adoring kisses.

“we should go,” you say, glancing at the clock on the wall. she frowns and you catch it, adding, “i really need to study, finals are next week.”

“you’re gonna kill ‘em, babe,” she assures you, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. your cheeks go pink. she could eat you whole. “smartest girl i know. smartest person, actually.”

you giggle, a sound that makes ellie’s stomach flip. and then your expression shifts from carefree to hesitant, and she furrows her brows. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, i’m sorry—i was gonna ask if you wanted to help me study? i have flash cards.”

ellie grins. “i can do flash cards.”

it’s not the first time ellie’s been at your house, but it is the first time she’s pulled into the driveway and noticed that your parents aren’t home. she casts a glance at you in the passenger’s seat while she pulls the keys from the ignition, but if you notice that she’s wondering about the lack of two mercedes in the driveway, you don’t let on. you give her one of those sickeningly sweet smiles and her heart hammers.

inside, you stop in the kitchen to fix a couple glasses of pink lemonade with twisty straws and fresh lemon slices, then lead her up the stairs to your bedroom. ellie tries (and fails) to avert her eyes from the place where your thigh-highs squish into the meat of your legs, the skin pooling out of the fabric good enough to eat. she has to think about the worst things to keep her cunt from throbbing. dead puppies, shit like that.

“i’m so stressed,” you confess as you open the door to your bedroom, ellie striding in behind you.

“why, princess? you’ll do great.” she takes her glass of lemonade when you offer it, sips from the straw and beams at you.

your room suits you perfectly. all shades of white and pink, floral print everywhere, heart-shaped pillows, cute bunny plushies organized carefully on the bed. it smells like sugar cookies and your perfume. ellie watches you locate your study materials, then sort through them till you find the necessary flash cards. she starts looking through them while you climb onto the bed, your skirt riding up to expose a new sliver of your thighs. if there is a god, he’s got it out for ellie today.

“come here, el,” you pout, holding out your hands for her.

“don’t be impatient, now.” she joins you on the bed despite her better judgment. looks down at the flash cards and struggles to read the first one because her blood is rushing south at a dizzying rate.

“uh—eukaryotic cells.”

“cells which have a nucleus enclosed within the nuclear membrane.”

ellie gapes at you. “okay, smarty pants, you got it. prokaryotic cells?”

you answer and she shuffles through to the next card, continuing to prompt your spot-on definitions until it becomes clear that you’re more than ready for your final. it only takes five minutes to make it through the entire stack of cards. and then you’re asking her to kiss you.

“baby,” she mutters, leaning over the side of the bed to set the flash cards onto the floor, “i’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

just like every other time, your mouth tastes like heaven. sweet from the pink lemonade, your tongue dances over hers, soft moans leaving your lips for her to swallow eagerly. the two of you have made out more times than ellie can count on both hands, but it never leads any further. something always comes up—you have to get to bed, dinner’s ready downstairs, things like that. more often than not, you stop because ellie feels like she’s going to lose control of herself and scare you away.

but this time, it’s different.

your hands, soft and warm, skate up ellie’s tattooed arms. your perfectly manicured nails rake through her hair. your eyes are blown nearly black with lust when you pull away, staring up at ellie like you’re silently begging to be fucked.

“ellie,” you whisper, frustrated by the sliver of mattress that separates the two of you.

“yeah, yeah, angel, i’ve got you.” she closes the gap, climbing between your spread legs until she’s hovering over you. she nudges her nose against your cheekbone. “so pretty underneath me.”

and god, you are so pretty underneath her. white off-the-shoulder top skewed from her touches, lips swollen, soft locks of hair splayed around your head. that look in your eyes that says i’m yours, please take me. she wants to hear you scream her name.

the lewd, wet sounds of your make-out sesh go right to her cunt; she doesn’t even realize she’s grinding down against you until she feels your hips move in response, in search of friction. the sensation draws a ragged moan from her, and then she’s grabbing at your thighs with a touch that will certainly bruise. you won’t be wearing a skirt this short tomorrow.

“take this off,” you breathe when you pull back from the heated kiss. you’re tugging at her tattered band tee. “and your pants.”

a surprised huff of laughter leaves her lips. “whoa there, sweetheart. you sure?”

her eyes find yours. she’s just as turned on as you are, but she can still stop while she’s ahead. now, if you get her down to her boxers? that might not be so easy to come back from.

you stare back at her, unblinking. “i’m sure.”

sitting back on her heels, ellie keeps her eyes on you while she works her shirt up over her head. she revels in the way your eyes leave hers, only to admire the sight of her naked torso, her ample tits with dusty rose nipples. your tongue swipes over your lips. her clit twitches.

she has to get up to take her pants off, and when she does, she notices that you’re not making any efforts to undress yourself. she stops with her belt unbuckled, button undone, zipper pulled down. “what, i don’t get to see my girl naked?”

“only if you’re good,” you say with a wicked smile. it catches her off guard, hearing a comment like that from you, but it does encourage her to push her jeans down to her ankles.

when she gets back on the bed and kisses you again, you’re not as soft. not as pliable, like putty in her hands. no, you’re insistent—your tongue breaches her mouth almost instantly and you lick into her until he’s nearly panting. you’re sitting up in your disheveled clothing, holding her face and kissing her like you’re going to swallow her whole. given the fact that you’re usually the one on the receiving end of kisses like this, ellie’s surprised. she breaks the kiss and gives you a look - one you feign ignorance to.

“i’m—sorry, am i reading this wrong? i thought… aren’t you a virgin?”

you smile at her, eyes heavy-lidded. “oh, ellie, baby.”

the way you sound makes her go dizzy for a second. sultry, raspy, sexy. your voice must’ve dropped a couple octaves. you’re not a virgin, she suddenly realizes, not even close. not when you’re dipping your head into her neck and smothering her with hot, wet kisses, your hand moving to grope at the wet spot soaking through the thin fabric of her boxers, fingertips tracing heavy over the outline of her pussy. a moan leaves her lips before she can think to stifle it. worse, she bucks her hips up to chase your touch.

you suck your teeth. disapproving.

“eager, aren’t you?” you move to climb off the bed, kneeling beside it. the sensation of your fingers, skating right over the waistband of her boxers, makes her whimper. she whimpers.

“baby, you’re killing me,” she chokes out. you run a french-tipped nail over her sparse happy trail. she bites her lip.

“i know,” you respond, and your voice is still sickly sweet. “but i’ll take care of you, el. don’t you want that?”

she’s not sure what that means exactly, but she finds herself nodding quickly.

turns out that it means eating her pussy like a fucking porn star.

you’d ripped off her boxers in one swift motion, then spit a glob of saliva onto her flushed, aching clit. wasting no time at all, you’d slid your fingers through her cunt with the lubrication of your own spit, and finally, when she didn’t think it could get better, you’d put your mouth on her. and that’s what it’s been like for the past few minutes. you’re tongue-fucking her now, face buried so deep between her legs she can’t imagine how you’re not gasping and sputtering for air.

“jesus christ, babe,” she gasps, involuntarily thrusting her hips up. your tongue pushes further into the constricting heat of her cunt and she throws her head back, overcome with bliss. but then you’re pulling back, mouth leaving her soaked pussy. the loss makes her whine again.

“wh—what happened?” she’s dazed.

“you’re being a fucking brat,” you respond as you rub a hand over your mouth to wipe away the wetness. “can’t just let me eat you out, huh? have to push it. god, ellie.”

you sound genuinely pissed off, so she flushes red with embarrassment and gives you an apologetic look. “i’m so sorry, i couldn’t—”

“—couldn’t control yourself?”

she stares, mouth hanging open. you laugh, a humorless chuckle. and then you’re standing up, reaching under your skirt to slide your panties down your thighs.

“listen, baby,” you say as you step out of your underwear and move to straddle your girlfriend’s thighs. “if we’re gonna fuck, you need to learn how to control yourself. be a good girl for me. can you do that?”

in all of her daydreams about your first time having sex as a couple, she’d never imagined this.

“yes,” she hears herself say. “i can do that.”

“do what?”

“i can…” ellie’s cunt weeps another rush of wetness. “i can be a good girl.”

satisfied, you reach down to swipe your fingers through her folds—still sticky and wet from your unfinished head. “when i ride you, i don’t want to hear a sound. okay?”

“o-okay.” she’d agree to anything at this point. she’s under a trance. your rose-scented, strawberry-flavored hypnotism.

when you finally slide into a comfortable position, bare, soaked cunts sliding against one another, she bites her tongue so hard she swears she tastes blood. a strangled, ragged sigh leaves her nose, nostrils flaring as you lift your hips and move them back again. you’re wet, soft, and skilled with your hips. everything she’s dreamed of and more. she wants to moan your name, but the way you’re looking at her, like a siren ready to drag her underwater, it keeps her from making a single fucking peep. she lets you take what you need, content to stare in awe as your tits bounce beneath your pristine white shirt.

“doing so well for me,” you praise, hips circulating in a good rhythm now. “you can talk, baby—tell me, how’s my pussy feel?”

“fuuuuck,” she practically wails, “you’re so good, god, feels s’fucking good.”

“mm,” you hum. you’ve found a rotation to hit a spot that fills you with white-hot pleasure, and each time you lift your hips and rub against her again, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. “your cunt feels good, el. might come soon, would you like that?”

she nods. you can feel her hips twitch, like she’s dying to fuck herself up against you, but you’re so close to the edge that you don’t have it in you to chastise her. you do, however, have it in you to tell her, “beg for my cum, then. be a good girl, you said you’d be a good girl.”

“please,” she gasps, feeling your cunt twitch against hers, “please, baby, need your cum.”

she’s getting close too, so she doesn’t feel embarrassed that you’ve got her whining, desperate for you to cream all over her. it’s hot, actually, the fact that she’s begging for you. her sweet, innocent little girlfriend, giving her the ride of her life and making her beg for you. she’d never considered this. stupid of her.

emboldened by her impending orgasm, ellie reaches for one of your hands and moves it from her shoulder to her throat. her eyes are wide and pleading when you look down at her. relief overcomes her features when you adjust your grip and then squeeze, her pulse thudding beneath your fingertips.

this is new for her. it’s all new for her. but when you come with your hand around her throat and your cunt sliding, drenched, against hers, she can’t help but scold herself internally for not doing this sooner. you don’t whimper or cry when you come, but you do say her name, drawing it out in that low, gravelly voice of yours that she hadn’t heard until today. and that’s enough for her to reach her own high, coming with a ragged groan. a mistake that she doesn’t process until she’s spent, panting, still dizzy with the fading pleasure that leaves her in waves.

you’ve gone still on top of her.

she looks at you and finds your expression displeased.

“i’m—shit, i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry, sweetheart, I really wasn’t thinking.”

“i can tell,” you say, voice flat. she moves to lift you from her lap, intending to get up and clean you both up, but you swat her hands away. “did i say we’re done?”

she stutters for a second before she can get out real words. “no, you…didn’t.”

“i can tell you’re going to be a tough one,” you sigh, “but you’ll learn.”

and with that, you start moving your hips again. the overstimulation on ellie’s still-sensitive clit makes her jolt, but one pointed look from you has her going still again. your hips form slow, narrow circles. cum seeps out of your cunt and leaks down onto hers.

after an agonizing minute or two, the pain of overstimulation melts into pleasure. you notice ellie’s expression change, a wrinkle forming between her brows again.

“there’s a good girl.” your praise is music to her ears. her lips open to allow her to breathe as heavy as she needs to, heaving gasps that go straight to your sopping cunt. you gush even wetter.

“mmph, fuck,” ellie groans. she shoots a worried glance up at your domineering face, but when she finds that you’re gazing down at her with unbridled lust in your eyes, she relaxes again.

“you can make as much noise as you want now, pretty girl,” you assure her. “i wanna hear how good i make you feel. even when you’ve—mm, even when you’ve been a bad girl. and you don’t deserve it.”

if she weren’t already turned on again, she is now. you start to ride her in earnest again, fucking down onto her in a rhythm that has the entire room ringing out with sounds of skin slapping against skin. she grabs your hips to hold herself steady, but then you push her shoulders until she falls back onto the mattress. your hands grab her wrists, and she’s entirely unsurprised when you pin them above her head and ride her faster, harder—she’s unsurprised, but it still makes her cry out in pleasure.

“baby, i need you to apologize,” you coo down at ellie as you continue your relentless riding.

“h-huh?”

“apologize for coming without permission,” you clarify, voice just a little strained.

“oh,” ellie says. her brows are pulled together; her face is all twisted up in an absolutely sinful expression, one that makes your cunt feel impossibly wetter. “i’m sorry, babe, i already said sorry.”

“then say it again, if i tell you to.” you lift your hips until you’re barely touching her, and when she starts to sputter pathetic, whiny apologies in an endless stream, you drop your greedy cunt back onto hers.

“you really are a brat,” you tell her. it’s getting harder to talk to her like this, straight-faced and patronizing, because you’re getting close again. but you steel yourself and go on. “such a bad girl, what should i do with you, hm?”

“anything,” ellie blabbers, wrists flexing in your grasp, “i’ll do anything—i’ll let you do anything to me.”

“oh?” you smile, still gasping lungfuls of air, exhausted but chasing your second climax. you lean forward and lick along the angle of ellie’s jaw, up up up to her ear. she shivers violently as you whisper, “you’d let me fuck your tight little hole?”

you can’t see her face with your mouth against her neck, kissing and sucking and biting at her sensitive skin, but you imagine that she looks shocked. and you don’t blame her. you’ve got your good girl act down, you have for years. and ellie fell for it, bless her heart. she probably thought this would go differently; probably imagined she’d be the one overstimulating you and making you whine and beg and whimper, shaking like a leaf as you near another orgasm. but here you are.

and you’re glad she so obviously likes it.

“yes,” ellie hisses through her teeth. “yes, yes, i’d—you could fuck me, whatever you want.”

“bet you’d love it,” you tell her honestly. “you’d love having your pretty pussy stuffed with my cock, wouldn’t you?”

you’re practically dripping sweat at this point from the exertion of tribbing, clothes clinging to your body with perspiration. under your skirt, ellie’s pelvis is drenched with sex.

“yessssss,” she cries out, eyes squeezing shut. “i’d l-love it, yes, fuck…”

“are you gonna come for me, pretty girl? you can—you’ve already made such a mess.”

she’s nodding, gasping. crying, even. you don’t notice until she sniffles, drawing your attention to her reddened face. her cheeks shine with tears. you coo a gentle good girl at her and she lets a high moan loose.

“come, el. come for me.”

she doesn’t need much encouragement, she really doesn’t, but your command pushes her over the edge. coming with a cry that nearly tears her throat apart, she shakes and shivers in your hold until you finally let up and slow your rolling hips. ellie looks so beautiful when she comes, and right after, too. dazed, pussy drunk, eyes foggy. lips chewed raw. tears still wet at the corners of her eyes.

“you didn’t come again,” she points out. she sounds so small.

“i know,” you agree. “but you can fix that, sweet girl.”

finally releasing her wrists from your grip, you roll onto the bed beside her on your back. you reach a hand between your legs and swipe your fingers through the puffy folds of your cunt, releasing a satisfied hum when you feel how soaked you are.

you’re surprised when you look up and find her already making her way between your legs, eyes glued to your pussy.

“i can fix it,” she repeats. “can i taste you?”

“oh, ellie,” you say, “i knew you’d be a good girl. go ahead.”

[stealyourheartaway]

every time someone writes baby girl williams as a mean dom a lesbian loses their carabiner

cmon shes literally the biggest loser EVER and i love her for it

[moonchildcovenxx]

No Consequences

a/n: not all my rb accounts becoming obsessive over a character I end up writing 10 fics for… i’m ripping out my rib cage though because Ellieee 🥰warning u guys now that this is a long one

Ellie knew you were a bad influence on her. But to be fair… it’s not like she was that good of an influence on anyone else. All short temper and even sharper tongue with a mentality of shoot first ask questions later—yeah, probably not the best influence. 

That being said, when you inclined your head motioning for the woods (and the abandoned cabin that lay in it) clearly intent on skipping your duties for the day, Ellie couldn’t help but to nod slowly, a blush coloring her cheeks as you smile at her saccharine. 

Ellie would do pretty much anything to see that smile. Knowing this maybe a little too well, you’d use this to your advantage every time you could.

“We shouldn’t be out here…” 

Ellie voices later. You’re standing behind her, silencing her protests with slow deliberate kisses against the soft column of her neck. 

“You didn’t have to come.” Although you knew that your invitation left her little room to say no, You chide her, focusing more on the sounds that were slipping from Ellie’s parted lips than on the off chance consequences of getting caught.

“That’s a bullshit lie.” she huffs lips quirking up ever so gently, Ellie eyes meet yours as you close the space between you.

“Well you’re here aren’t you Els?”  A shiver goes down your spine as Ellie moans your name softly, her desire for you trumping whatever dignity she had left. 

“I know you didn’t drag me out here just to kiss me—oh!”  Ellie smirks as she tries to egg you on.

You shut that down quickly. A biting suck to the sensitive skin of her pulse point reduces her to an insistent hum. 

“Please.” Ellie tries again, arching into your hands as they trail over her body.

You indulge her, pulling her to the shabby couch—one that the two of you had moved into the cabin a while back. Ellie grins at you widely, shaking her soft copper hair into her eyes, hiding from you as you straddle her. 

“You’re so mean y’know.” 

Ellie murmurs as her lips brush against your  collarbone leaving your brain reeling. 

“I should be meaner.” You tease eyes alight as you lift your shirt off of you. Ellie groans hands coming up to unlatch your bra, her nimble fingertips caressing your back. 

“Yeah. Yeah you should.” Ellie replies breathlessly as she eyes your now bare tits. You’re pretty sure your gorgeous girl’s brain has completely blue screened. Ellie looks all too edible beneath you and you’re all to happy to just eat her.

The reedy gasp Ellie lets out as you trail kitten licks down her neck is long and low, and she subconsciously tilts her head to the side granting you more access to her freckled skin.

“You’re a brat.” you muse offhandedly slowly grinding down onto her, Ellie’s breath jumps unevenly before a small knit in her eyebrows appears

“Shut— shut up,” she’s pouting, bottom lip jutting out as she tries to remain indifferent to your teasing. A beat passes as you study Ellie’s delicate features, completely and utterly in love with the girl beneath you before you can muster a smart reply.

“m’not the one moaning” you murmur huskily

A blush immediately stains her cheeks, and she lets out a huff.

“I am not moaning.” Ellie shoots back, denying it even as another soft noise escapes her. So this is the game you’re going to play. You smirk watching her as she squirms under your gaze. tilting your head down at her, hand slowly trailing to her neck as you cup her mandible.  

“Really Ellie? Not even a little bit?”

Ellie’s sure there’s a wet spot forming in her boxers as she feels another jolt straight to her clit at your words. She can’t help but to release a breathy keen at your dominance. 

“Maybe a little then.” She mumbles to you bashfully, meeting your gaze through her long lashes.

Ellie wants you to fuck her. She knows how you want to her to ask, but she keeps her lips bitten shut.

You hum, choosing to kiss Ellie’s jaw. “So stubborn you are.” Ellie’s stomach lurches at your badly contained arousal the way your practicality purring, the words catching in her throat as she tries to reply.

“Don’t tease me.” she manages, finally showing signs of her desperation, panting already. Another small pout gracing her pink lips.

“I’ll do as I please hon.” You rasp, although you move Ellie’s plaid boxers down her thighs—not missing the dilation of her pupils and even sharper intake of her breath as you insert two fingers into her twitching cunt. 

“Fuck—Fuck yes please!” Ellie sobs out clinging to your arm in an attempt to keep you there. She knows she on thin ice right now.

“I want to feel good.” she lets out a sweet little cry and an addictive throb is sent straight to your clit at her noises.

“I want to—ah-feel you.” Ellie clarifies, bucking her hips to meet your skilled fingers that played her body exactly as she liked.

“Then be good Ellie.” You whisper husky,

Ellie would be embarrassed about how quickly you can get her cunt clenching around your fingers. That is if you weren’t licking your lips at her writhing form and the sounds of her wet heat reaching your ears. How was she this wet?

Your index finger is toying circles into her puffy clit and Ellie’s mouth drops open as she bucks her hips to meet your hands. You’re Pressing kisses down her stomach, Ellie realizes this after her hazy brain clears of the sticky pleasure that’s weighing her thoughts down. She blushes as your tongue licks the arousal that’s now dripping down her cute pussy. 

“It feels so good.”

Ellie warbles as your free hand wraps around her muscular thighs keeping them spread. You chuckle into her cunt at this, the vibrations making her legs shake. 

“Just like that.” You coo to her as Ellie threads her hands in your hair, trying to anchor herself to something— anything to keep her sanity, not like it helped when you praised her so vulgar that slick was starting to drip down to her thighs. Even as your tongue lapped at her dripping wetness. Ellie lets out a low moan as your lips finally reach where she wants them, her back arching slightly as your lips ghost over her clit still enjoying teasing her it seems. 

If you could see her face you’d muse that her big green eyes are rolled so far back only a small sliver of the olive color is visible.

"Shit baby," Ellie sighs, her fingers gripping the fabric of the cushions beneath her. She could feel your tongue circling her entrance, eating her out like she was the best thing you ever tasted. You were all too good with your tongue, Ellie’s thoughts swirl as she let out an incoherent wail of your name and curses. You knew she was going to cum. You hum into her pussy again nodding as you encourage her to. 

“Come on sweetheart I wanna taste you.” You whisper. She loses it at this, hips bucking up to meet your tongue, hands gripping more tightly in your hair, and finally cumming with a pornographic moan that has you clenching around nothing as you taste her. 

You smirk at Ellie’s flustered state as you crawl  over her pulling her tank top below her boobs. Ellie giggles at this quirking her brow.

“Pervert.” She quips voice still amusingly pitchy, as she pulls you in to kiss your lips. 

You laugh as her fingers now drag over your shoulders. Your head cocks back although, as her lips wrap around your perked nipples and suck.

“Who’s—mm-the perv now hmm?” 

You try to get out, but it comes as more of a breathy whine as Ellie bites softly on the underside of your boobs.

Ellie blinks up at you, suddenly reaching over to her bag she brought with, pulling out a black strap with a small and sly smile. It’s double sided, heavy, and thick. You can’t wait to ruin her.

You both fumble in the simple task of taking off your jeans— as you do so, but after minimal struggle, you’re bare before your girlfriend who is looking at you like you’re a goddess. 

“Please fuck me…” Ellie trails off near inaudible, as you nuzzle into her neck.  

 she shudders as you pant above her watching as your breath hitches when you move. Your arms cage around her head as you slowly push into her and Ellie lets out a pathetic mewl of your name as her arms dart around your shoulders. 

“Baby—ah- fuck—oh my— fuck!” Ellie whines in your ear breathless and unintelligible. You were faring not to much better as every time you moved to rut into her the dildo pressed deeper inside of you. Your mouth parts softly as you whimper her name back. 

“Please please move—I need you to-please I can take it I swear.” Ellie hiccups, crying out as you comply thighs shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. 

“God Ellie.” You purr lashes fluttering in the nearly impossible attempt to keep your eyes open and trained on her. Ellie writhes at your tone, back bowing off the bed as you press your lips to her heaving chest.

 “Yeah—there keep going—‘so big” Ellie moans as she laces her hands into your hair. You laugh breathily  “Didn’t—fuck— didn’t you tease me for saying the exact thing—ah- a few nights ago.” You bully, but the way the strap grazes your g-spot each time you roll your hips has you choking on your words. 

As Ellie looks up at you, her cheeks dust even more rosy than they are as she murmurs “Well—it-that’s different.” Her speech slurs at the end and she cuts herself off with a whine as your hand finds its way to her clit. 

“Wait wait wait,” Ellie pleads as your skilled fingers toy into her “I’ll cum—please baby-oh.” Her usual lilt breaks as she whimpers, legs shaking as you continue despite her halfhearted protest. “Need to see you cum gorgeous,” you coo and Ellie mewling into your neck only spurs you on “need it.” you repeat, as your cunt pulses in want. If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would’ve silenced Ellie’s wanton moans with your mouth. But you weren’t. And the way each hitch of her breath caused your stomach to fill with butterflies canceled out all your smarter judgements.

“Fuck.” Ellie whines nearly silent as your hips meet hers. “Fuck.” Ellie repeats stupefied as she clings to you harder—she knows you’re not going to stop and truth be told she doesn’t want you to. 

“Fu-ah—oh Fuck!” Ellie whimpers brokenly. She’s shaking harder against you now, and even though she’s hiccuping beneath you, the small buzz in the back of your mind reminds you that you haven’t came yet. 

It wouldn’t take much, with the visual you have: Ellie arching her small perky tits up into you, freckled nose scrunched oh-so-cutely in overstimulation. 

You smile when she whines bitten off and low as you ease the strap out of her.

“We-we’re done? you didn’t…” Ellie falls silent as you remove the harness to your strap-on the wrecked sloppy noises of your pussy reaching her ears when you pull it out of yourself.

“Oh we’re far from done sweetheart.” You hum, as Ellie whimpers, watching as her eyes glaze over.

[savannahsdeath]

hii i love ur stories, and i was wondering if you could do a one-shot where ellie won't admit it, but she LOVES being a sub and just listening to you 🫣

SUB!TOP!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! sub!top!ellie, oblivious!reader, making out, a liiiitttleee of thigh reading, js smut

writers note: im a sucker for dom!ellie but my first req was sub!ellie and now it just has a separate place in my brain.. yeah, i need both. switch!ellie lover i guess💪💪 also this ones sub!top!ellie because im soooo in love w her like awshhzhsv

you always saw ellie as the firm, rough and confident one. as the 'don't tell me what to do' one. and definitely the straight-forward one. you wouldn't even think it's the complete otherwise, especially not while grinding on her lap. your lips were connected for a few minutes now, and everytime you pulled away to catch your breath a line of saliva built a bridge between you. you were needy, ellie desperate and the whole situation really messy. quite a combo.

"ellie..." you whined after freeing your tongue.

she pulled you back into her, holding onto the back of your neck. "what is it, doll?"

"mhh-" a week sound escaped your mouth, as you struggled to calm down and not act as if you just ran a marathon (because you didn't, of course, but that's how you felt). "touch me..."

you didn't realize she kept her hands only on your head because she was shy. you never thought she could be shy at all. your request, though, awakened something in her. she hungrily slid her slim fingers beneath your shirt, where they rubbed soothing shapes into your skin.

"like that?" she laughed, or at least you guessed she did, because the sensations made it hard for you to tell.

your answer was a one word, but a keyword. "more."

with that, her hands unfastened your bra and threw it somewhere on the ground. she turned you around, making you lean your back on her chest. your shirt covered the scene - her playing with your hard nipples, that didn't feel so sensitive until now. her hair fell on your face, slightly covering it, as she bowed her head to kiss your neck. your pussy sent a needy impulse through the rest of your body, signaling you this is what you needed, before the pulsating changed it's message to a 'not enough'. ellie seemed to notice it, and one of her hands untied the knot of your cute pyjama-shorts. the elastic at your hips widened to make room for her hand, and it carefully slipped underneath the waistband, though stayed on top of your underwear. she followed the wet path with her middle finger, arriving to it's source. she didn't put any pressure onto your body, leaving you unsatisfied.

"please- please, do it." you nodded, fighting the urge to press her hand towards you.

she was more than happy to do it, her hand avoiding now also your panties and making contact with your bare body. you shuddered at the coldness she brought with her, but things quickly got heated.

your head found support in her shoulder, resting on it, as her pointing finger rubbed your clit and the next two lazily waited at your entrance, collecting everything that came out of it.

"do you want me to do it?" she asked. it wasn't the taunting, teasing, playful tone. it was a concerned, shy and hesitating one. one you weren't used to hear from her.

you frowned, wiping your wet, drooled mouth with the palm of your hand. "are you... really asking me that?" you wanted to add '...or am i dreaming?' but that was too much for you now, and your throat refused to work.

"i only want to do things you want me to do." she whispered, sounding almost ashamed about admitting that.

she continued the trail of sappy little kissed on your neck, somewhere where the vocal cords are, and you thought that's the main reason they're not working.

you couldn't hide your surprise but stayed quiet, though not really by choice. she thanked god you couldn't feel her own wet spot, which was probably bigger than yours and still growing each time you asked her to do something for you. even if your commands weren't out of your dominance, even if you had no idea how they turn her on, she only waited for you to ask for more, or less, anything would satisfy her, as long as she can satisfy you.

[r3starttt]

can you doooooo something with reader x sub!ellie? creative freedom is yours :3

SUB! ELLIE

CW: sub! e. thigh riding. finger sucking. fingering.

Through her lips passed a soft plead before pressing a gentle kiss on your neck. her flushed face hid in the crook of your neck.

"please what, babe?," your tone gentle against her ear. her legs straddling yours, hips guided by your hands gripping at the flesh of her almost uncovered thighs.

your fingers travelled to the waistband of her shorts, toying with it until she spoke back "need you," you hummed, grabbing her chin to force her look back at you. she looked so desperate already, and you knew she was damped just by the smallest friction she'd got from riding your thighs for the past few minutes.

"Yeah?" you basically murmured against her lips. the tips of her fingers graced against your cheeks, down your shoulders. her pretty lips quivering into a sheepish smile, nodding.

the soft flesh of your lips pressed against her. she reciprocated with tipsy lips following yours. spit mixing. saliva glistening your lips once you decided it was enough.

"open" you spit. her messed lips following your orders immediately, sticking her tongue for you. the pads of your fingers press against it, not even needing to speak as she takes them, sucking.

her eyes struggled to look back at you, but she mamanged to. a puppy-like look on her face. gentle furrowed eyebrows, freckles covered in a brush of red. she looked so pretty like this.

it didn't took long for her to let out whines, feeling her arousal grow at the aggressiveness of your moves inside her mouth. fingers almost making her gag at one point "enough baby, let go" she hesitated a bit.

both your middle and index finger made their way down her boxers, rubbing circles around her needy clit. it elicted the most delicious pleasure on her, feeling overwhelming at how long she'd been waiting for the slightest friction.

the wetness on her boxers making you moan on her skin, feeling your own arousal grow knowing how desperate she was.

"like that? yeah?," she couldn't even speak, not bothering in letting out more than muffled whines against your lips, against your cheeks. "bet it does -fuck- you're so wet already" your mocking replied by her gentle fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

your digits massaging her clit slowly. taking your time before scissoring her folds, feeling the wet mess you've made on her.

bubbly words swelling into your ears as you abused her swollen folds. teasing her creamy hole doing vertical movements with your fingers.

"Come on, just -mhm," her words seem interrupted by her own pleasure. you coo soothingly against her ear "Shhh, be patient" too focused on the feeling of her wet pussy you've missed those pretty eyes closed, her tongue kissing her lips in a weak attempt to keep herself quiet.

"take it off" your lips crashed against hers, tongues meeting as her hands abandoned your body, meeting her own clothes to do as you ordered.

taking use of the space between your faces as she got rid of her hoodie, you met her uncovered breasts, eyes hungrily admiring them, digging your face in between in a matter of seconds.

small wet kisses adorning her aereloas until you met her nipples, sucking and lapping at them until your fingers finally made contact with her drenched walls, slapping her pussy just like she needed.

quiet hiccups and blabers hitting your ears. you knew she wouldn't last long.

your hand lingers on the mound of her pussy, cupping it at each thrust. sticky arousal connecting your hand to her cunt, hitting and rubbing her clit coincidentally.

her lips opening wide, teasing your cupids bow. her unstable breath hitting your lips.

"mhm, s'pretty" the edges of your lips quivering into a sheepish smile, too focused on making her last long to even give in the temptation of her redish lips.

delicious sounds filling the space shared between your bodies. your fingers sucked in by her sliky hole. faster and faster until your name brushed her lips like a repeated plead.

her walls clenched around you, proudly leaving a kiss on her forehead feeling your hand drenched on her juices.

"there you go -shhhh- s' okay babe" you coo, meeting those half-lided eyes, a lost look on them.

her heavy acute panting brushing the skin of your chin. "did so food f'me"

[rowanmccutcheon]

sub!ellie and clitwarming… any takers?

you getting a work from home job has been a true blessing. or… is it a curse?

she’d be so pretty sitting under your desk while you work. she’s antsy, staring up at you trying to catch your eyes. all she’s wearing is a pair of boxers and a sports bra. you’re wearing an oversized tshirt and some cotton panties. her head is resting on the thickness of your thighs and she’s letting out small huffs of air every couple minutes at the lack of attention you’re giving her.

she’d slowly reach between your legs and trace her fingers over the edges of your underwear. “mommy.. please let me taste you. i’ve been so good today. please.”

obviously you can’t continue ignoring her after she asked so sweetly, but your eyebrow quirks at the “i’ve been good” part.

“how have you been good if you’ve been huffing and puffing and sighing pathetically, hoping you’ll get my attention while you know i’m busy working?”

boy, does she pout.

she just can’t understand how you don’t get it. how she needs to taste you. how she might die if she doesn’t feel your pretty puffy clit twitch against her tongue. what part aren’t you getting????

you take pity on her, as usual.

“do you want to make it up to me and warm mommy’s clit?”

she’s never ripped your panties off faster.  she’s immediately spreading your pussy lips open, groaning at the juices that she freed once she opened you up.

ellie knows the rules of the game when it comes to clit warming. it’s as much a curse as it is a blessing. she gets your puffy clit in her mouth(which she’ll never complain about) but she doesn’t get to move. she’s just a warm mouth, perfect for your swollen clit to rest in.

so she sits there. she cradles your bud with her warm tongue like a good girl. her jaw starts to ache. she’s trembling. drool is escaping the sides of her mouth and she’s soaked through her boxers but she doesn’t dare move. she keeps you nice and warm and comfy and safe in the heat of her mouth.

after you’re finished working, you gently tap her cheek. she looks up at you and she’s flushed, spit and your slick spread all over her mouth.

“what a good girl. go ahead now, baby. take what you want.”

she does.

(switching my account over to a primary account. this is a repost!)

[coeurify]

ok so like hear me out here… sub!ellie with a mommy kink🫣

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ uh idk doggy style strap fuckin.. brat-ish?!ellie .. short.

“What was that?” you hum, fingers pressing softly into the reddening skin of ellie’s hips, the pretty marks left by your tightening grip, only deepening the ache caused by every snap of your hips into her, strap filling her to the hilt.

Ellie’s head falls down into the pillow, mumbling even lower as her fingers grip the sheets, fighting against whatever words she was muffling into the pillow case. Her knees shift against the mattress, pressing back into you.

You tsk at the movement, nails digging into the bony part of her hip, hearing a muffled cry follow it as the pain is licked over with a soft rub of your thumb. Your hips movements pause completely, letting her clench around the silicone, warming it for you.

“Wanna hear you say it, baby, I’ll keep going if you do.”

Ellie’s head lifts, your eyes following the movement in the dimly lit bedroom. Her hair is pressed against her cheeks, sticky from the sweat and tears that mixed there. Ellie had come twice already, but you knew she could take this, she was practically begging for it with those pretty green eyes staring down at you after you had ruined her with your tongue alone. You also knew you could get what you wanted her to say out, with the proper motivation.

That motivation being your current postion, her ass up in the air and knees down against the bed, the perfect angle to hit every spot you knew made Ellie babble like she had yet to learn how to speak. The sort of fucking that had Ellie completely mindless, rendering her wordless for once in her whole damn life.

A gasp of air is sucked into the auburn haired girl’s lungs, lips shaking with the effort. Her thighs shook from trying to keep from grinding back against you, from trying to be a good girl, keeping still. But she needed you so much, and you both knew that. She couldn’t last this silent game much longer. One of your hands released its grip on her hipbone, tracing shapes over her spine, feeling the stiff and tension filled muscles. You tell yourself to treat her to a massage after this, take a warm shower with her and rid the aches in her body. Your more pure thoughts are ended with your girlfriend’s whine, shoving you back down into the filthy present.

“Please,” Ellie finally murmured, a flush on her freckled cheeks as the next words came, “Please, mommy. I need more.”

A sick little smile pulled at your lips as the words spread into the muggy air, cutting through the pockets of cold brought in from the open window, burning them into the heat of the rest of the space that came from every gasped breath an. Your hips slowly pulling back, feeling her weeping cunt squeeze around it, like it was made only for your cock. Such a perfect girl, only for you.

“Good girl,” you coo, finally slamming your hips back in.

[letsreadsomesins-shallwe]

I love love love this influx of sub!ellie 🥹 fics that are focused on Ellie receiving period like I could shout😩Y’all are all so talented. This time last year I was actual fiending for at least some bottom!ellie😭😭😭 that was rough I even journaled about it LMAO. Thank you Thank you Thank you I love love love y’all 💞💞💞

SUB ELLIE ENTHUSIASTS FTW🤭🎉💕

[alluringnectar]

lol i took such a long break, but im so bored so if anybody can give me a rec on what to write itd b GREATLY appreciated <33

ps doesnt have to be tlou…..

[nobodyknowsimalesbian777]

wanting to start a new short series now that i've finished Sunshine, planning a sort of enemies to lovers story arc maybe? totally open to ideas, as always

i want to do some sort of hc post too, so whoever isn't featured in this particular series will have a couple hc & drabble fics of their own 🤍

[goddessofchaosss]

Most people would see Ellie as a strong non submissive. Hard headed, stubborn woman. Most girls would say that she doesn’t look like the type to like being called pretty or let someone else take the reigns

Ironic considering that Ellie really likes being called pretty and be praised, especially in bed

At first when y’all started dating, she was very dominant and didn’t really make loud noises because she was pretty shy around you. But after awhile she got more comfortable and relaxed, and didn’t seem to hold back. Well that’s what u thought. Now imagine the realization when u notice how much she likes being praised, I mean she’s so wet.

What shocked u is that she’s sooo whiny and whimpers when u touch and say things the right way. Nibble her ear, check. Lick and suck her neck, check. Grind on her thigh or her crotch, check. Grip her neck and have a nasty messy make out, absolutely check.

If u call her a pretty girl while grinding on her or touching her, then best believe she will let out the nastiest sound and her boxers will be soaked. She gets so desperate that her hands shake around ur waist, she just can’t wait to put her pretty pussy on urs or fuck u real good with the strap:(

“Please baby- don’t stop”

“Ellie- fuck, ur so pretty”

She will hide her pretty fucking face in ur neck because of how red her face feels. She’ll feel herself drip and feel so sticky between her pretty legs. She’ll be so annoyed with herself because she wants to make u come and be all whiny and shit, so why is she the one receiving the earth shattering head while being called a good girl? Are u trying to kill her? She feels her goddamn heart in her fucking throat.

“God- ur such a good girl baby, I-I love you so much fuck-“

“U make me feel soso good baby”

“U-ur gonna make me cum angel, hahh my god”

She will come fast if u pull her hair, tell her how good she is and that she’s doing an amazing job. She’ll start breathing deep, fast and swear under her breath whilst trying not to be so fucking loud but that’s impossible since ur touching every single sensitive spot on her body;)

She’s just a girl🎀

[moonchildcovenxx]

OH MY FUCK.

mdni, sub bottom!ellie, top fem!reader, strap-on usage, vaginal sex, sorta loss of virginity, squirting

wc; 1,491

thinking about fucking ellie with a strap for the first time. she’d be so shy and embarrassed, attempting to quiet her huffs and whimpers while you kiss along her neck. you’d tangle your fingers in her short, auburn hair, trying to get as much access to her sensitive skin as possible.

”hurry up,” she grumbles, nervous anticipation settling in her stomach.

it all started the other day when the two of you entered an adult toy store on a whim, giggling immaturely at the creative names of different phallic-shaped objects. until your eyes landed on one in specific.

it appeared to be a black leather harness accompanied by a translucent dildo; a light, jelly pink with a glittery interior. it spoke to you immediately— and not just because it was on sale. 

you stood on your toes, plucking the product from its shelf. reading over the instructions, you started smiling, looking up at ellie from beneath your eyelashes. 

when ellie realized what you were planning, her cheeks immediately flushed, her freckles stood out against her redness like constellations.

she stumbled backwards on her feet like you were holding a deadly weapon and not a strap-on set.

“huh? no way! absolutely not!”

now, here you are; running your hands softly down her sides to soothe her. you’re settled between her spread legs and she’s completely nude. when your eyes settle on her naked cunt she lets out a huff, attempting to close her legs.

”you were the one that wanted to do this, so get on with it,” ellie says, but her tough facade is slipping.

”what’s with the attitude? i’m treating you nicely, aren’t i? all you’ve done is complain,” you argue, rubbing the skin of her thigh subconsciously. you always felt the need to be touching ellie in some sort of way. “you know what i think? i think you just need your pussy filled right, baby? yeahhh, you just want me to stuff your hole with my cock, maybe that’ll shut you up.”

”don’t say things like that! god, you’re so weird—“

but you interrupt her, rubbing the head of your strap against her hole. it catches against her opening once, twice, three times. ellie shivers and involuntarily spreads her legs wider. yeah, she needs her pussy filled alright.

you hear the squelching sound her juices make against the silicone. it’s music to your ears. “your pussy’s so loud, ellie. wetter than i’ve ever seen before, too.”

ellie shoots you a sharp glare and you heed her warning this time, deciding to stop teasing. “you sure you don’t want me to finger you some more?” you ask seriously this time.

”i’m not made of glass,” ellie’s quick to reply. “just— put it inside me already, okay? please.”

and who are you to deny a girl with such good manners? so, you press the head against her opening, watching ellie’s face for any signs of pain. finding none, you keep going until the head of your strap fully pops inside. 

ellie gasps, clenching the sheets between her fingers until it wrinkles. her big eyes follow your own between her legs, admiring what she can see of the pink silicone stretching her pussy. but her head falls back against your pillows when you ease another inch inside her.

“holy shit, baby,” you say breathlessly. “you’re so tight. i don’t know how i’m gonna fit the whole thing.”

”you’re s-seriously so embarrassing,” ellie replies but her voice comes out in a distracted whisper.

after a couple more minutes of easing the toy inside her, you’re buried to the hilt. you can see her cunt pulse around the strap, trying to get used to being so full. you settle your hands on her waist and rub soothing circles with your thumbs.

it’s hard for you to hold back from describing the vulgar scene before you, from telling ellie how cute her pussy looks stuffed to the brim, from telling her how hard you want to fuck her. but you keep your mouth shut for ellie’s sake while she adjusts.

instead, you wait for her go-ahead while you admire her body; her angular shoulders covered in freckles, her small breasts and her sensitive, rosy nipples, her flat stomach that you love to press kisses against, and her cute, little cunt— a hidden gem between her  long legs.

”okay, you— you can move now,” ellie says. her green eyes are hazy as if she’s already cockdrunk. 

you pull your hips back, watching intently as her pussy clings onto your cock, leaving a glimmering trail of her slick behind. her little clit peaks out, twitching like it’s in need of attention as well. but based on how sensitive ellie’s clit always is, you know to save that for last.

you thrust the remaining inches back inside her cunt, and ellie sucks in her stomach as she gasps deeply. pulling out once more, you thrust back inside her, and repeat the same motions over and over again, angling your hips upwards to try to hit her g-spot.

”mmh! oh, that’s g-good, babe— ahh!” found it.

“you like that, els? you look— fuck— so cute like this, ‘can’t get enough of you.”

your hands slide from her waist to the back of her thighs, pressing down to spread her legs wider. your fingers digging into the soft flesh, no doubt leaving marks behind. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with ellie’s moans that are escalating in volume. her small tits bounce as your thrusts grow faster.

you lean over her, your hot breath ghosting against the curve of her ear, grunting against her with the force behind your thrusts. ellie is completely at your mercy, all she can do is lay there and take it as your hips piston forward, the thick length of your strap plunging deep inside her warm pussy.

one of your hands moves to paw at ellie’s breast, squeezing the small mound like a stress ball, making her hips jump. you let out a moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure when she grinds back against your thrusts, pressing the strap roughly into your clit.

”you’re, ah, seriously so fucking tight,” you say right against her ear. “i swear i can feel you gripping me.”

”you’re fucking— ngh!” ellie’s trembling now, clenching harder around your cock as if she, too, believes you can feel her tight heat. “you’re obnoxious.”

you simply giggle at her, “oh, i am?” slamming your hips harder against hers, you tease, “i’m just giving you— mmf, fuck— what you asked for.” you brace one hand on the mattress beside ellie’s head, the other one gripping the headboard tightly as you loom over her.

you roll your hips in a deep, filthy grind that alights goosebumps all across ellie’s skin. “holy sh— oh, fuck, right there! i’m sorry, j-just please don’t stop!” ellie cries while her back arches off the mattress.

”you close, sweetheart?” you coo and ellie nods her head quickly, so feverishly that you laugh at her again, “you love this, don’t you? who knew all you needed was my cock inside your little pussy? fuck, you’re shaking so much.”

just as you’re about to bring your thumb down to her clit, to rub her to completion, ellie tenses and her cunt flutters wildly. a wild gush of liquid escapes her pussy, pushing your strap out of her hole with surprisingly strong force. her mouth is open on a silent scream, her eyes rolled back and her tongue hanging out dumbly. 

for a second, you're just in awe, frozen in place at the intensity of ellie’s orgasm, basking in the wetness that drenched your torso and surely your bedsheets too. then you bring your fingers to her clit, massaging it in hard, slow circles to help her ride out her orgasm. 

it feels like her orgasm lasts minutes, hours, until ellie chokes on a sob and pushes your hand away, then she lays on your bed, spread out like a starfish, while panting all the oxygen back into her lungs.

”holy shit, ellie,” you say, but it appears ellie didn’t hear you, and you can only imagine the white noise filling her ears as she comes back down to earth.

rubbing your hands along her waist, you lean over her and pepper kisses along her chest, then gently squeeze her breasts. 

“guess what?” you say against her throat.

”hmm?” she hums. it seems like that’s all she’s capable of doing right now. her post-orgasmic haze is unbearably cute.

“i didn’t come yet,” you answer, already flipping ellie over onto her stomach and teasing your strap against her hole again. ellie looks over her shoulder at you in disbelief. 

you pay ellie’s exhaustion no mind, too focused on stroking the embers of her desire back into a raging inferno.

[moonchildcovenxx]

Masterlist ☽◯☾

𖤐Welcome my loves— remember, there’s no such thing as a heterosexual vampire𖤐

🥀— smut 🩸—angst 🦇—fluff 🕷️—drabble

Arcane: Sevika—✮⛦ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Making her beg 🥀

First time Scissoring? 🥀

Fucking you in a headlock 🥀🕷️

Violet—ִ࣪𖤐 *ੈ‧ ♱ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

coming soon ♱ TLOU: Ellie Williams—𓇢𓆸 ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

Avoiding duties 🥀🦇

Loser!Ellie🦇🕷️

Abby Anderson—♰ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

coming soon ♰

[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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[mystellenia]

ellie's breeding strap

summary: ellie tries out the cum filled strap with you for the first time.

content: dommy mommy!ellie, sub!reader, breeding kink, cum filled strap, mention of reader ovulating, begging, praise, one (1) pussy slap, oral (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), horndog!ellie, desperate!reader

notes: giggling at how when i started writing this i was like ‘gonna keep this under 1k words!!’

(wc 2.0k)

"baby!" you hear ellie yell out, hearing her tone turn whiny. "are you almost done? come back, please." 

"yeah, i'm getting out now!" you pull the shower curtain open as your pruned fingers wrap around the faucet handle, the pitter-patter of the shower water slowing down to a stop. wet feet sinking into the shag rug just outside the tub, you wrap yourself in your towel and dab your skin dry, securing it under your arms. 

"there you are," ellie says, moving her gaze up from her phone to follow your covered figure as you make your way across the bedroom. her eyes briefly drop to the hem of your towel at your mid-thigh before moving back up to your head. she watches you rummage through the dresser and pull out a pair of clean underwear and one of her folded oversized t-shirts. 

"ugh, i hate showering but i love feeling clean." you place the underwear on the top of the dresser and unfold ellie's shirt to look at the design. without folding it up again, you drop it in the drawer and pull out another one of her shirts, again unfolding it and holding it up to examine it. "my phone says i’m ovulating today. wanna get me pregnant?" you joke, throwing a smile over your shoulder at her to see her head perched up against the headboard and her eyes zeroed in on you. 

"whoa," you shudder while turning your head back to face the shirt again. her gaze was almost predatory, and it made a warm feeling swirl in your stomach. "don't look at me like that." 

"like what?" she mutters, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up. 

you settle on this shirt and shut the drawer, pivoting to face her. "like that," you say, "like i'm a turkey leg. like you wanna eat me." you say the last part a bit quieter, intimidated by her stalking closer to you. you then become hyperaware of the single layer between your body and her, one that could very easily be discarded. 

ellie finally approaches you, her eyes flicking down to your exposed shoulders and then back up to your eyes. she raises her hand to grab a strand of hair, thumbing the wet lock and twirling it around her finger. 

"you're ovulating today," she echoes lowly, to herself more than to you. pulling her fingers back, she lets the hair fall to your shoulder and watches a drop of water trickle down from it. 

you try to appear unaffected, but your breath can't help but hitch at the cold drop of water falling down, eventually getting soaked up by your towel. 

ellie pushes your hair over your shoulder and wraps her hand around the back of your neck. she draws in and just lets her lips brush over yours, laughing at how you try to chase them as she pulls away a little. 

"oh, no, baby." she pulls your towel out from under where it was secured under your arm and lets it fall to your feet. your nipples immediately tighten at the wave of air and at her presence. you almost whine at how she hasn't looked down at your body yet, her gaze still fixed on your face. 

"get on the bed," she orders. 

your brain was fogged by lust, and you ask her to repeat herself. 

"get" —she steps aside to clear a path for you to lay on the middle of the mattress— "on the bed." 

you slowly walk towards the bed, one shy foot in front of the other, and ellie pushes on your shoulder when you stand about two steps from the bed, making you fold over onto the mattress. your knees slightly touched the floor, but your damp torso was spread across the cold sheets, your body wrapped around the edge of the bed in an "L" shape. 

you feel ellie's warm palms on your shoulders, tracing down your spine and down to your ass where she begins to roughly knead the fat. 

"mmmm," she groans, soaking up the way you squirm under her touch. she kneels down and spreads your ass cheeks to get a clear view of your cunt, puffy and crying for her. 

she presses a firm kiss to your neglected clit, and you jump, surprised by the sudden touch. sticking her tongue out, she licks a long, flat strip up from your clit to your pulsing hole. you push your hips back into her face and whine, chasing the pleasure from her mouth. 

ellie stands back up and harshly slaps your pussy, making you yelp out and close your thighs around her hand. her hand wraps around your left knee and quickly flips you over onto your back, now grabbing both knees and pushing you higher onto the bed by thrusting her hips into yours. 

"ellie," you breathlessly plead, needing more than what she was giving you. 

she climbs onto the bed to kneel in between your spread legs, your bare pussy so close to her clothed one. "yeah, baby?" 

simply whining, you lock your feet around her hips and pull her closer to you, the brief friction of her jeans on your clit making your eyes close. 

ellie drops a hand by your head and leans down to kiss your neck, sucking her way up to your lips into a messy kiss. she moans into it, her other hand trailing down to rub your thigh that was hugging her hips. she moves it down to your weeping cunt, just sliding three fingers up and down to gather your slick. your hips buck at the teasing, and you break the kiss in frustration, throwing your head back onto the sheets. 

"ask me to put my fingers in," ellie says, her eyes locked on yours. 

you lift your head back up to look at her. "i..." you try, but trail off into an embarrassed whine. 

she clicks her tongue. "come on, baby, use your words. i'm not doing it until you ask me." 

"please give me your fingers... inside, please," you murmur lowly and close your eyes, your face warming. ellie lets it slide because she needs this just as much as you, if not more. 

she dips her fingers into you and stops at her last knuckle, letting you adjust to it while her thumb rubs your clit. once you start getting restless, she pulls her fingers out and thrusts them back in, finding the rhythm that makes your moans the loudest. 

your eyes crack open to look at her, her eyes already on your face. "you look prettiest when i have you like this," she says, her eyes dropping down to watch how your pussy swallows her fingers in. 

keeping her fingers pumping inside you, she lowers her face down to your core and latches her lips onto your clit. your hips fly off the bed and you shriek, your hand flying up to your mouth to cover it. the duet of ellie's fingers rubbing your g-spot and her mouth violently sucking on your clit brings you to your climax embarrassingly fast. your hands shoot to her hair, pulling her head into you as you ride out your orgasm.  

ellie pulls her fingers out but continues to lap at you until you grow overstimulated and push her away. she kisses your stomach, then moves up to your lips to kiss them. you moan at how you can taste yourself on her lips, your cunt clenching at the thought. 

"i have something to try, i'll be back. don't let your hands trail down, yeah?" she drops one last kiss on your cheek, standing and making her way to the bathroom. you think about touching yourself while she's gone, but you quickly remember what she said and settle for just rubbing your nipples.  

after about two minutes, the bathroom door opens and out walks ellie with a new strap secured to her hips. she's ditched her shirt and sports bra, but her jeans and boxers are pushed down to her mid-thigh, seemingly just low enough for her to buckle the harness on without getting fully naked. as she walks closer, you examine it more. it's black, a little skinnier than the ones ellie normally uses, but this one is much longer. you notice a small hole at the very tip. 

"it's a breeding strap. remember how we were talking about it?" ellie says, closely watching your face to gauge your reaction. 

your pupils swell with lust, and you forget to verbally respond, instead dumbly nodding while still looking at the strap. 

she chuckles at your response, at your eagerness. "yeah?" 

"yeah," you breathe, opening your legs just slightly to not look so desperate, even though you were. 

ellie settles on the bed on her knees, lifting your legs and placing them on her thighs. she spits down onto the strap, pumping it with her hand to lube it up for you, and the sight makes your stomach tighten. 

rubbing the tip through your folds, she squeezes your thigh in confirmation. "you ready?" 

"yes," you respond breathlessly, your clit throbbing in anticipation. 

she grunts in response, pushing the tip inside. with the strap being skinnier, the stretch isn't too bad. by the time she normally bottoms out with other straps, though, she continues, and you look down in surprise, still seeing a good inch and a half left. the further she pushes in, the lower your jaw drops, a loud moan escaping your mouth once you finally feel her hair tickling your clit. 

"how you doing?" ellie asks, checking in on you. 

"yes, again. do it again." you move your body up so she can pull out faster and thrust in again. 

she smiles at how clearly you're enjoying this, and obeys. this time, she thrusts in quicker, forcing a gurgled whimper out of you. 

"fuck," she exhales. pulling out again, she settles at a faster pace, the tip deliciously prodding your cervix. 

it was clearly one of your more vocal days, your moans and whimpers bouncing off of every surface in the room, the wet slapping of your ass meeting ellie's thighs still audible. ellie only rarely got you so broken down like this so quickly, and she felt that dangerous swirling heat deep in her stomach, the base of the strap pushing on her clit at the perfect angle. 

"so deep," you manage to eke out. 

"i know, baby. so deep. gonna give you my kids, yeah?" her legs began to shake and she was starting to sound strained, telltale signs that she was getting close. she brought her hand in between the two of you to quickly rub your clit, and your moans somehow grow even louder. 

"i'm gonna cum," you basically whisper, unable to form a thought longer than five words. 

"you gonna cum?" ellie echoes and you rapidly nod. "say my name when you do." 

your moans become weak whimpers as you cum. "el- ell- fuck," you try twice and fail to say her name. her orgasm slams into her at how pathetic you sound, and her hand scrambles to squeeze the base of the strap, shooting warm cum deep into your cunt. the tightness in her stomach doubles at the sight of cum leaking out the sides of your pussy, the thought of her seed inside of you enough to make her moan. 

ellie collapses onto you, a twitching and panting mess. you lay lifeless underneath her, trying to regulate everything after a mind-numbing orgasm.  

"jesus fucking christ," she breathes out. 

you loosely throw your arms around ellie's back. "that was so good," you pant. "wanna order in?" 

"in, like, ten minutes. can't pull out yet, i gotta give it time to hold." 

i havent posted in like 2 months i think sorry my kittens. i like never post 2k words tho so stay well fed. also go drink some water bc i always forget

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Holy Shit🥵

Would service sub Ellie cum from just eating you out? 🤔

oh… oh

shed literally lose her shit. service sub!ellie all whiny and flushed because just the idea of your pussy being in front of her makes her go ravenous <3

you decided you wanted to tease ellie, make her beg and cry for just a little taste of it, which is how you found yourself with the girl kneeling in front of you, pupils all blown out like shes in a trance, like she cant even control her own facial expressions.

shes starts by planting soft little kisses on your ankles, delicate, sweet ones, the ones that make you go crazy. her eyebrows are all furrowed in such concentration, because she knew it was all about you. soft little breaths were escaping her mouth, and all she could think about was how soft your skin was against her pink, plush lips. “up” you told her, signaling her to get off of her knees and stand up in front of you. she immediately obeyed, and planted another sweet kiss on your neck. “babe…” she sighed. you knew exactly what she wanted, but you needed to hear her say it. needed to hear those filthy words leave her mouth.

“what do you want?” you asked, gently caressing her freckled cheek. a soft sigh left her mouth, while she closer her eyelids, she looked almost… shy, but you knew she was anything but.

“want you…” she answered quietly, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“want me how?” you asked, basking in the sight that was the beautiful, flushed, desperate auburn haired girl in front of you.

“wanna taste you…” she kissed your neck again, and started squeezing your tits, toying with the hard nipple. “fuck…” she moaned at the touch of your soft breasts that left her clit pumping almost as fast as her heart did.

“taste me where?” you teased. you knew ellie fucking loved it when you teased her, made her beg for it, beg for just a touch, a lick, anything. you heard her breath hitch when you let out a soft moan. you loved how reactive she got every time she knew she made you feel good.

“wanna lick your pussy… please…” she mewled, squeezing your tits even harder, making her pussy grow wetter by the second. she was basically grinding on air now, the hem on the crotch of her jeans becoming suddenly too tight, sending shivers down her spine.

“yeah baby?” you teased yet again, feeling your voice become more and more desperate by the second. you couldnt help yourself, so you kissed her so hard, so sloppy, leaving spit running down her lips, hearing those desperate little moans as you invaded her mouth with your tongue.

“wanna taste it so bad… so fucking bad” she was panting at this point, so fucking nasty and eager to please you.

“let me eat that pussy… please” she said, and couldnt help but cup her own cunt with her hand, her own words turning her on even more.

all you could do was moan and pull her hair, making her yelp. she moved her head closer to your ear, hot breath tickling your neck. “let me lick you… wanna make you feel good…” she whined, and you swore that the butterflies in your stomach almost escaped and left you split in half. “ellie…” you moaned again, so sweetly, it almost made ellie think she was the one thats in control.

“thats right… gonna lick that fucking hole” her voice sounded so cocky, so pleased with herself for making you lose control for just a second. she was basking in it.

it made you snap.

“gotta beg me” you demanded, and left a small bite on her sharp jaw, leading her to let out a harsh breath.

“i dont beg” she teased back, and a smirk started forming on her lips. it drove you fucking nuts.

you quickly grabbed her wrist, and placed it on the crotch of your warm, soaked panties. “not giving you anything then, el” the feeling of the wet spot and your juices soaking ellies hand drove her crazy, a small “mmph fuck” leaving her mouth, followed by a deep groan.

“on your knees” you commanded. she looked you up and down frantically, almost considering whether to follow your order or not. you tilted your head to the side, and she immediately obeyed and got down to her knees.

it was a fucking power trip. the strong, intimidating killer kneeling in front of you, all wet desperate for your pussy… it made you want to bask in it even more.

her gaze was burning through you, beautiful green eyes moving from your tits to your face, admiring you, wanting to ruin you, wanted you to own her.

you moved closer to ellie, grabbed the top of her head and caressed her hair lightly, like a you had just found a lost little puppy. “wanna hear you, ellie” you whined, at the feeling of her breaths getting heavier. she was parched, and you were her only source of life.

“please…” she said, and planted a small kiss to your right thigh, bringing her left hand to grab lightly at your left one.

you grabbed her hair forcefully this time, leaving her lips a mere inches from your clothed pussy. she moved her head carefully, slowly, and breathed your scent, making your knee jerk forward, and moan quietly whispering some obscenities under your breath.

“smell so fucking good…” she whispered, her hot breath colliding with the wet spot, making you see jesus himself.

her hand moved quickly, and almost yanked your panties from your body. fortunately, you were quicker than her, and managed to slap her hands away, making her almost pout. so cute.

“what are you doing? please…” she whimpered. god, she wanted you to take those off so bad. she could see your puffy clit through your panties, it was mocking her. so close, so covered. teasing her, making her go nuts.

“lick” you commanded.

“fuckkk” she muttered under her breath, moved her lips closer to you, letting her tongue peak out of her mouth, making you wish you could burn that picture into your memory.

her wet, warm tongue hit your clothed cunt making you almost fold under her touch. ellie was skilled, knew exactly what she was doing to you, pressing her tongue flat down your clit, licking all of your juices. if she could, this would be her last fucking meal.

she bit the material of your underwear, making you squirm at the cold air entering and grazing your cunt from the sides. ellie was bouncing up and down, grinding on god knows what, making sounds you could only describe as animalistic, moaning and grunting and sending shivers down your entire body.

she separated her hot mouth from your core, and you could see how flushed she was, eyes growing darker by the minute. “mmph” “let me fucking see it…” she said in a low voice. “wanna taste it fuck… let me taste it… be so good for you…so fucking good”

you were a mess, almost coming undone from just her desperate, disgusting words.

“you want it ellie?” you mumbled, harshly pulling at her scalp, making her let out another groan.

“want it so bad” she replied, even more desperate than you.

“take ‘em off el, quick” you moaned, and ellie quickly obliged, yanking your panties down, not throwing them away until she sniffed them one more time, moaned at the familiar, sweet scent like a pussy-drunk slut.

“spit on it” you demanded. she responded with a smirk, and spat directly on your aching clit.

before you even knew it, her mouth was slammed into your cunt. you werent sure if you just pushed it on her face, or if she just pounced on it, you were so fucking dazed, so desperate to come.

she slowly licked an agonizing slow lick from your hole yo your clit. you knew she was restraining herself, trying to tease you back for nearly killing her.

“such a pretty pussy” she whispered, making you quiver and push your core deeper onto her mouth. “taste so good f’me…” she moaned into your aching cunt, so high pitched it almost made your clit vibrate.

before you even knew it, she was lapping your cunt, licking up and down, sucking your clit so harshly, eyes glued to your face. she was studying you, studying the way your pretty mouth formed those beautiful “o” sounds, the way your eyes rolled back every time her nose made contact with your clit, the way those moans were the most beautiful thing she had ever heard.

the thing is, you were so wrapped up in your own pleasure, you barely noticed what was going on beneath you, beneath ellies mouth on your cunt. ellie was bouncing up and down, grinding on her ankle, making a guarantee to leave her inner thighs bruised.

she was so desperate for you, for how good you tasted, how good it felt to have your clit on her tongue, she couldnt help but clench her hole at every lick, every moan that left your mouth. she was eagerly pushing in and out, her clit almost sore, desperate for some friction. when she found it, found that part that caressed her clit so rough and so good she couldnt stop herself from grinding on it, assaulting it.

her moans and grunts were growing louder.

“fuck ah, baby… baby” she breathed out, her eyes rolling back, as she sucked your clit harder and harder. “g-god fucking god” she grunted, bucking her hips back and forth. you were in heaven, every word, every obscenity that left her mouth getting you closer and closer to your release.

her licks were getting rougher, all over the place, messy, drool dripping down her chin.

“‘mgonna- fuckk, gonna -“ and then, it happened. followed by loud moans and grunts and several “oh god” leaving her mouth like a prayer, ellie fucking williams just fucking came from grinding herself down.

bewildered by the girl beneath you, you couldnt help but let out a small, out of breath laugh. “did you just fucking…?”

“holy shit” was all she could say.

“holy shit”