#tlou 2 Ellie

[sweetyluvs]

desperate ellie sex hcs when she gets back from soccer practice 😩

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐡𝐜𝐬 🐱

warnings : SMUT, MDNI ; vaginal eating out, dirty talk, name callings, scissoring, finger fucking.. i don’t ever write smut so ignore how bad it it 😭not rlly hcs but whatever 🧍‍♀️I MADE IT SO SHE LOST A GAME CUZ IDK WHAT ELSE TO MAKE IT ABT. hope that’s okay<33

let’s just get it out of the way, that whenever ellie loses a game she’s angry or horny if not both.

breaks down the door when she comes home, her face so scrunched you are surprised the skin hasn’t torn.

is all grumpy and moody and upset, but eventually becomes clingy and desperate.

shoving her head in your neck and rutting her hips against your ass

turns you on from how desperate she is. a very rare occasion

“not now, ellie. I have to do my homework.” you defended, ignoring the pooling of your own pussy.

“fuck— please, baby. i need you.” she groaned, her hot breath fanning down your neck— and you gave in. pressing your lips to hers.

she devours you, her pleading whines becoming angry grunts when you two make it to your bedroom.

takes off her soccer uniform, throwing it angrily across the room before practically ripping off your clothes— nipping at your bare skin immediately

you whimper, the sudden feeling of her soft lips kissing your body never failing to make you feel crazy

ellie’s fingers drift down, fiddling with the hem of your panties before teasing you from the outside. her boney fingers lightly running over the underwear, your soaking cunt leaking through the fabric

whines and begs slipping from your mouth, pleas for her to touch you. but, she stops her touching, looking you dead in the eyes “what do you want? say it, use your words.” she demands, watching you so closely you could come just from her gaze. “please, ellie.. i want you to touch me.”

the satisfied smirk on her face made you want to punch her, but your desperation overtook your urges.

“where, baby? here? or…” she slides her hand from your boobs down to your cunt again, once again teasing

“here?” you whine at her words, nodding. “why are you nodding? i said to use your words.” she growled, her brows furrowing. “i wan’t you to touch my pussy, ellie.” you moaned out, enough to satisfy her.

She slowly slipped your undies off, watching as the wet material stuck to your cunt before sliding off completely. she moved herself down, proving her head between your thighs.

She kissed your puffy clit, causing an erotic moan to leap from your swollen lips. Ellie’s tongue worked its usual magic; sucking, kissing, rolling— your eyes began to water, the feeling of her inside you causing your build up to come much faster than usual

the way she moved had you crying like a little girl; red faced and sobbing, begging her to let you cum. “what do you want, again?”

“please, please ellie please let me cum. I’ll be good, i promise.”

“sluts usually don’t keep their promises.” the insult had your tummy flipping and cunt clenching, and of course ellie noticed. She took no time slipping her middle finger inside you, your walls sucking her in desperately.

lets just say, you’d came way more than you’d expected.

“ahh.. ellie.. i can’t.” you cried out, the feeling of her clit rubbing against yours had you choking on your spit, the way she gripped your thigh in such a controlling way.

“j-js’ shut it, ‘kay? f-fuck.” she grunted out, her hips increasing their pace. your hands gripped your pink sheets,

“yeah.. js like that. fuck, look at you, already about to cum again. what a fuckin’ whore.” ellie gritted out, watching as you shut your eyes.

your hips were cramping up, unable to keep up with ellie’s speedy pace— earning your name to be called.

“fucking move it— i.. fuck— move your hips.” she demanded, moving her grip on your thigh to grab your hip and harshly shove it forward— earning a moan from you both.

“o-oh, shit..”

your began to move your hips, clits rubbing together quickly.

“ellie.. els.. i’m gonna..”

she huffed, clenching her jaw. “go ahead, cum again you fucking slut.” her words put you over the edge, a cry leap from your throat as you came for the nth time that night, legs trembling as ellie continued to rub herself against you.

her moans and grunts became more high pitched, her brows furrowing and grip tightening.

“fuckin’.. fuck, oh shit, oh shit..” she groaned out, her lips hitching their movements temporarily as she met her own orgasm. you moved your hips with her, trying to assist her.

she released her grip on you upon her finish, panting in sync with you.

“fuck.”

you bent over, kissing her cheek softly. she didn’t look at you, clearly still upset about her loss. You had an idea, removing your legs from the entanglement of your sex to get off the bed, ignoring her eyes trailing on you.

“what are you doing?”

“you’ll see.” you replied, going to the bathroom and pulling out a drawer. you closed the door, putting on the secret lingerie you’d bought for a secret.

after a while you walked out, suddenly feeling small under ellie’s intense gaze. her eyes scanned your body, hunger filling her eyes.

“I hope you have more in you for a few more rounds because that shit is coming right off.”

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Cowboys

Ellie x reader (for now)

Part 2

summary: A stranger comes to your door- it turns out it's not one of your usual encounters cw: guns, cowboy lingo, fem! reader, cowboy crossdresser Ellie, eventual smut, blood, injuries, your average confusing lesbianism, eventual smut, no use of y/n wc: 3.6k

for those who prefer ao3 <3 gotchu minors DNI (I will steal all you pillowcases)

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Nothing could beat the beauty of the sunset in the desert. Purples, blues, oranges, and yellows swirled together to paint a new masterpiece every night. And every night you would sit on your small, wooden porch with a cup of tea and watch as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon. Tonight was no exception. 

The sky becomes darker and darker until the moon and the stars come out, bathing the desert in a silver light. You struggle with the stubborn, old front door for a moment before you step into your little ranch house.

A chill runs through you as the temperature outside rapidly declines. You kneel in front of the fireplace and use the little kindling you have for a fire. It was enough to keep you warm for a few hours while you read yourself to sleep. Sometimes you felt lucky that it was a small enough house that the small fire would warm up the whole place. Your bed was just a few paces away from the mantle. 

You stand up and dust off your hands before starting to undress for bed. As you begin to unbutton your bodice a knock sounds from the front door. 

You scramble for your rifle by your bedside and check to make sure it’s loaded. You peek through one of your front windows to catch a glimpse of the mysterious stranger. At this hour and on the edge of town, your visitors weren’t usually friendly. 

It seems a cowboy has paid you a visit this evening. Haven’t seen one of those in a damn long time. A gun is proudly holstered on his hip next to a lasso, and his black large-brimmed hat keeps his face dark enough that you can’t quite make it out. 

He knocks again, louder. You creep up to the front door and slowly open it. Before he can process who opened the door you aim your rifle right at his chest. 

“Hands up.” You demand, your voice is surprisingly steady. 

“Woah there, I just stopped to ask for some directions.” A deep, yet feminine voice replies. It sounds like she was all too sure you weren’t going to be using that weapon on her, she didn’t even bother to move. You cock the gun, trying like hell to keep your expression blank, unphased while your entire body fills with adrenaline. She takes a step back and puts her hands up. Her hat still covers her face in shadow, it’s like confronting a ghost. 

“You should have stopped somewhere else.” You take a step towards her, closing the door behind you while keeping your vision trained on the woman. 

“You’re much different than the other women I’ve run into out here.” She looks up slightly, the moonlight illuminating pink, slightly chapped lips forming a smug smirk. “Where’s your husband, miss?”

“I swear if you don’t get back on your goddamn horse I’ll put a hole right through your chest.” she steps towards you, the muzzle of the gun pokes right under her collarbone. 

She finally looks at you, silver light exposes a sharp, feminine face dotted with freckles darkened by days in the sun. The sight of her face catches you off guard for just enough time, allowing her to grab the barrel of the rifle and pull it right out of your hands. She drops the gun and it clatters loudly to the ground, echoing through the empty desert landscape. She grabs your wrists before you can start fighting back and pins them above your head against the door with one hand. 

“There,” she grunts as you struggle against her grip, she’s surprisingly strong, “now we can have a conversation.” 

“Go to Hell.” You say, seething with rage and frustration because she was able to overpower you so easily. She shakes her head and laughs for a moment, saying something under her breath like all this trouble. 

You were just about to spit in her face when she said, “Where’s the nearest hotel darlin’?” Your eyes widen at the innocent question, slightly embarrassed. This was a first, she really just needed directions. She uses your stunned silence to talk some more, “I’ve been savin’ up so I could have a bed for the night. And I could really really use a bed tonight, miss.” You stop struggling against her grip and she lets go. She still has that stupid smirk on her face. “So if you could point me in the right direction it would be much appreciated.” 

“Head southwest, you’ll hit a trail that will lead you right into town.” You dust off your dress and straighten it out. 

“Much appreciated, darlin’.” She tips her hat and walks off toward her horse. You watch in shock as she mounts her horse and before riding away she says just loud enough, “I’ll be seein’ you.” And with a nod, she was off. 

You slowly bend down to pick up the Winchester, cradling it against your chest as you watch the stranger disappear into the night. As you head inside you wonder if you ever will see that strange woman again, and fall asleep debating whether or not you would want to.

**  **

The next morning you head to the school house. The steady feeling and sound of your horse trotting along the dirt path always forced your mind to wander elsewhere. Right now you couldn’t stop thinking about the woman from last night. The schoolhouse was right in the middle of town, would you see her again? Would she even recognize you? If she did, would she even try to talk to you?

The interaction was a bit embarrassing for you, but to be fair you had your fair share of vile men looking for trouble and hostile groups of Apache knocking on your front door. Your father had taught you how to use his Winchester rifle, the very same rifle you use now, and you mentally thanked him for it every night. You had only used it to kill one man, he wouldn’t take no for an answer and you gave him plenty of warnings. He didn’t believe your threats so now he was buried about 500 feet from the house in an unmarked grave, you were sure no one would miss a man like that. Most of the time the Apache would just come to ask questions about men passing through the area, they never tried to attack you, thankfully, but they would always come at the most ungodly hours and were quite impatient. 

Last night was a first, you had never had a cowboy knock at your door, and then she ended up being a woman. The idea of her was so intriguing and you couldn’t figure out why. For some reason, she shook you more than anyone else had since you lived out here. And you’d seen quite a lot.  

Your thoughts are interrupted as you reach town, the sound of rickety carriages, hooves against the packed dirt road, and the chatter of men in front of the Sheriff’s Office make it hard to focus. 

“Hello there, sunshine!” you hear a male voice call out. You turn towards the voice to see Jesse making his way past you on horseback, lugging today's newspapers to the apothecary. He made the trip from Sante Fe every morning. He was nice enough, you liked talking to him, but not as much as you felt like you should. The ladies at the apothecary, Dina, and Maria, would always encourage you to talk to him. They desperately wanted you to move on from your husband. He was long gone and you knew that, you were even thankful for it, which is why you were nervous to start again. You didn’t want to have to go through anything like that again. 

You wave back and smile, “Hi there, Jesse.” You decide to be polite, “Hear anything good today?” He tightens the reins of his horse and stops right next to you. 

“They struck gold in Elizabethtown, and there’s gonna be a shortage of tobacco ‘round these parts within the week because of a dust storm over in Tennessee.”

“Well, I’m sure they’ll have a panic on their hands pretty soon then. I don’t know a man here who can live without their cigars.” You smile and Jesse laughs politely at your attempt at a joke. 

“Alright, don’t want the kids to show up before I do, I'd best be headin’ to the school.” You yearned to leave this awkward conversation through any means possible. Today was not the day for small talk. 

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then, miss.” Your head snaps towards Jesse. You’re suddenly transported to last night and listening to the way the cowboy’s words would drip from her lips, smooth as honey “Miss”. Calm and sure even with a gun pointed right to her heart. 

You quickly snap out of it and nod politely at Jesse as you begin to part ways. You head to the schoolhouse in a hurry, the kids gave you hell if you were late. 

** **

You’re beginning to lock up the schoolhouse when you hear footsteps approaching. “Well hello there, miss.” You recognize the voice all too quickly, you don’t even need to turn around. “Was really hopin’ I’d find you here.” 

As you fish into your pocket for the key you respond, “And how exactly did you find me here?” you turn around and begin to walk past her toward your horse. She follows you. From a brief glance at her, you can see she wears a bandana to cover her face, you could only see her eyes. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I just asked those nice ladies at the apothecary if they knew the women who lived just outside of town, they were more than happy a “nice gentleman” took interest in you. They told me just about everything they knew, your name, some snippets of gossip. I’m sure if I stayed they would’ve told me your life story” You finally turn to face her, your expression unamused. She took her hat off at some point when she was talking to you, her eyes are green, radiant in the unrelenting desert sunlight. You were almost jealous. She wore a dark blue button-down that sat surprisingly flat against her chest and suspenders. She could pass for a man if she wanted to. “So, I take it you don’t have a husband then?” 

“What’s it to you?” you cross your arms, defensively.

“I was just curious, I asked last night, but you weren’t exactly in a talking mood.” You swear you can make out her smirk under the bandana. 

“No, I haven’t had a husband for quite a while. Is that what you came all the way here to ask me?” She lowers her bandana and steps towards you, backing you into your horse. 

“No, I came to ask a favor.” She hesitates for a moment, “No one here can know that I’m, um, well you know..”

“A woman?” pretty easy to piece together after seeing the bandana. 

“Yea,” She backs away from you a little. Seems like someone is embarrassed to ask a favor. “It’s just easier for me to get things this way and it’s lookin’ like I’ll be staying later than I planned so..” 

“Alright, I won’t say anything.” She opens her mouth to begin to thank you, but you weren’t about to let an opportunity like this pass you by. “But, you owe me a favor then.”

Her excited expression disappeared as quickly as it came, if you weren’t looking you could have missed it, “Um, alright, what do ya need?” 

“You know your little visit last night?” You had been cooking this proposition up all day, hoping she would run into you again. 

“Yes.”

“Well, that happens to me about every other day. I don’t want a husband, but I do need a guard dog of some kind.” You didn’t want a man in your home, but you did want the protection of one, this was the perfect opportunity, almost too perfect. 

“A guard dog?” She seems mildly offended by you comparing her to a dog.

“I’m tired of not being able to sleep because of surprise visitors. And I’ll pay you in two square meals a day, tea, and my homemade moonshine.” She does not look amused. “And I won’t tell anyone you’re a lady.”

“I don’t know-”

“I know you’re almost out of money, I’m sure Tommy is bleeding you dry as an outside visitor. I won’t charge you anything.” Something in her loosens, you can see it.

“So do I sleep on your floor?”

“Or outside if you’d like, makes no difference to me. There’s a fire pit out there for ya” You turn around and mount your horse, eager to get home. “We got a deal?” You reach your hand down towards her. She hesitates before shaking it. 

“I’m Ellie by the way.” You nod

“Alright Ellie, I’ll see you at my house then. I trust you’re familiar with the address” She just nods, slightly shocked. You smile and then head off, the comforting sound of hoofbeats clearing the thoughts in your head. On the way home you tend to just listen to the sounds of the desert. After a day of loud, squealing children it was healing. You’re sure you’d go crazy if you lived in town. 

** **

You had just finished making your evening tea when you heard a knock on your door. For the first time in a long time, you don’t go into fight or flight mode. You open the door with a smile, part of you is surprised she even showed up. Your proposition was a little ridiculous, but that truly shows how desperate you are. 

“Hello there stranger.” You are really pushing it with this attitude, you can tell, but something in you likes it when she gets annoyed. 

“Hi.” She takes off her hat and lowers her bandana, something you’ve observed as a habit of hers, one of respect possibly. “So am I sleepin’ with the rattlesnakes or on your floor?” 

“You get bit by a rattlesnake come to me and I’ll suck the venom out myself. Until then you best set up camp before dark darlin’.” You smile at her sweetly. 

“Figured as much.” She smirks and walks away to set up camp.

“Dinner’ll be ready in 20 minutes. I hope ya like stew.” You call out to her. “Oh, and there’s a spring out back if you need any water!” 

** **

The stew finally thickens up to the way you like it, you pour it into two bowls and quickly slurp up your serving. Didn’t taste amazing, but it was food. 

You open your front door to bring Ellie her food and see that she’s already started a fire, she’s sipping from a silver flask just staring at the flames. 

You approach and wordlessly hand her a bowl of stew and a spoon. She looks up at you “You gonna eat?” 

“No, I- uh already ate.” More like inhaled but she didn’t need to know that. You point at her flask. “What’s in there?” 

“You’re tellin’ me you don’t know what’s in here?” She raises her eyebrows.

“I know it’s liquor, Ellie, I’m just askin’ what kind.” Her confused expression drops.

“Whiskey.” She looks at the flask in her hand, then at you. “Want some?” She clearly did not want to offer it to you. But you sit down next to her and reach your hand out for it. 

“Hand it over.” She hands you the flask. The metal was cool to the touch, almost shocking after the desert heat all day. You take a sip and the liquor burns its way down your throat, and your face scrunches a little. You were used to shooting whiskey, but this was particularly terrible, even worse than your moonshine. “Wow, that’s pretty awful.”

Ellie laughs between bites of stew, “You’re stew isn’t the greatest thing I’ve tasted either.”

“Hey!” You lightly punch her shoulder. She giggles even more. “You’re welcome for the food by the way.” You take another swig of whiskey and then hand the flask back to the cowgirl. 

“Thank you,” she takes the flask, “for the meal.” she hands you her empty bowl. “And a place to stay, even if it’s outside.” 

“We’ll see, maybe you’ll earn your way inside.” You take her bowl and turn to head inside. 

“Is that a challenge?” She calls after you. 

“Maybe.” You call back. 

You step inside and immediately undress for bed, the whiskey making your eyes droop closed. You can barely get your buttons undone before you fall into bed, for the first time in a while, not having to worry about dangerous strangers knocking down your door.  

** **

You wake up to a hasty knock coming from the front door. It’s still dark outside. You weren’t supposed to have to deal with this anymore. You grab your rifle and don’t even bother checking who is at the door simply out of annoyance. Would have bit you in the ass later if it was a surprise visitor. You open the door and cock the rifle. To your astonishment, you open the door to Ellie, holding her side. There’s a dark stain forming under her hands, her face is bloody and bruised. And yet she’s got a smug yet pained smile on her face. “This how you’re always gonna greet me?” 

“Jesus Ellie,” you usher her inside quickly. “What happened?” 

“You got some visitors, a group of Apache men.” She sits down in one of your wooden dining room chairs. You rush over to grab the small medical kit you had managed to fashion over the years. “They wanted to see you in particular, when I told them you weren’t accepting visitors they sort of attacked me. It was one versus six” 

“They don’t trust many people.” You undo Ellie’s suspenders and begin unbuttoning her shirt without even thinking. “Most folks round here shoot first and ask questions later, they don’t have any respect or patience for a stubborn cowboy.” You walk over, grab a candle and some matches, and light it so you can see. “Can’t say I blame them. I am sorry though I’d thought they’d see your gun and back off” 

“That is real optimistic of ya.” You remove her right arm from the sleeve of her shirt. She is wearing some sort of binding around her chest- so that’s how she’s managed to pass for a man. 

“Wow, that’s a big word for you.” You smirk at her as you clean your hands with some moonshine. 

“Really? I’m bleedin’ out and you’re making fun of me?” You press gauze to her wound, she hisses through her teeth. 

“Please, you’re not bleeding out. Shouldn’t even need stitches, just some cleaning and dressing.” You look up at her, you’re not quite sure, but even in the dim candlelight, you could swear she was blushing. You wouldn’t dare mention it when she’s already made herself so vulnerable. 

“Now for the hard part.” You take out a small bottle of vinegar. 

“Alright.” Ellie leans back in the chair, ready for the sting of the vinegar. 

“Here.” You take her left hand and place it on your shoulder. “Squeeze if you need to.” She nods and you take that as your cue to begin. You pour the vinegar on the wound and you watch as her abs contract, her hand squeezes your shoulder, pretty hard, but you know she was trying not to hurt you, even in pain. 

You stand up and gently wrap a few layers of gauze around her mid-section, just in case it starts bleeding again during the night. You were so, so close to her, you could feel the heat radiating from her skin. “You always wear that?” 

“Wear what?”

“The-the bandages, round your chest.” She looks down at them like she almost forgot they were there. Suddenly you realize how personal that question must be. “Sorry, I shouldn’t said anything. You don’t have to answer” 

���No, It’s alright. I don’t mind. Yes, I’ve worn this for a while now, easier to get around when you look like a man.” You nod and finish wrapping the gauze around her and pin it in place. You put a bit of vinegar on a piece of gauze and begin cleaning the cuts on her face. “Oh, you don’t need to do that, miss.”

“Please just let me clean off your face. Were you planning on walkin’ around town tomorrow with dried blood on your cheeks?” She opens her mouth to say something but closes it. She’s quiet as you gently clean her face, you can see every freckle, every scar, her eyes shining in the candlelight. It was odd being this close to her. You had never felt comfortable being this physically close to someone. Her warmth almost invited you in, made you want to press your nose to her neck, run your hands across her skin, feeling along all the freckles and scars, memorizing the spot of each one. you wanted to know her in a way you have never wanted to know anybody else.

“Hey,” a gentle voice grounds you back into reality. “I think my face is clean.” She smiles softly. She was right, at some point, you had gotten her face completely clean, you’re not sure how long she let you drag the cloth across her freckled cheeks before she said something. 

“Yeah, sorry.” You back away and put the blood-soaked gauze in the burn pile. “You should sleep in here. Don’t think anyone else will be coming tonight. I’ll go get your bedroll.” Ellie just nods and you go out to grab her things. 

You hurry back and set up her bedroll on the floor right next to your bed. She makes her way to it and sits down on the floor with a thud, careful to not contort her body in a way that could re-open the wound. She collapses onto the wool blankets. When you’re sure she’s settled you place your rifle back next to your bed and fall into your mattress, knowing you’ll be exhausted tomorrow.

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[br4tphobia]

ellie was embarrassed, her legs spread wide open infront if her ex-girlfriend, cat. with a pretty pink wand vibrator sitting on her over-stimulated clit, her head throwing back into your shoulder as you coo sweet praises in her ear. twitching and whimpering as she tries to close her legs, only to have your warning tone and your free hand stop her. “aht. keep em open, el. let her know who owns this pussy.” with your hand moving futher to play between her silk folds, inserting 2 fingers before giving her no time to adjust, flicking your wrist. “oh my— fuck waitwaitwaittt” ellie took in her bottom lip which made you turn up the setting on the vibrating. “let her hear you..looks like shes enjoying it, yea? y’so pretty like this..” your paise made ellie do as you told, letting out all her sweetened sounds infront of cat. looking up to her, just to see her pressing her thighs together. meanwhile, the urge to pee took over el’s senses, “y/n..im g’na..shitt wait i—“ cut off by her exotic moan, twitching and bucking into the palm of your hand working your magic. dragging the vibrator up and down on her clit slowly, “there you go..this my pussy ain’ it, el?” — “yes.. shit..” looking up once again only to see that cat left, a smiling creeping up on your face. ellie tried to move, stopping her once again. “that doesn’t mean were done..relax.” pecking her cheek before turning the vibrator back on, immediately having her twitching again, gripping on your thigh right next to hers. having your session interrupted by a few knocks.. how rude. turning the vibrator on max, still fingering her pussy sloppily. “ohh shit—! turn it ahh down..” she’d beg, only to not be heard though. “whats my name, baby?” pressing the toy harder against her clit, having her yelp out. “fuck! y/n …ohmyfuckingodddd” — “again.” your voice is sterner, seeing the shadow still at the door. it was obvious on who it was..guess cat could never get the hint. “y/n..!” seeing the shadow slowly walk away, turning down the level, giving ellie some time to calm down from how stimulated she was :(

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-ˋˏ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀 ˎˊ

— pairing: ellie williams x afab!reader

— synopsis: after coming across a stash during patrol, ellie brings some home to share with you but another situation starts to blossom; somewhere between your thighs.

— warnings: eighteen plus only content, marijuana usage, tall ellie, smut; oral (ellie rec.), fingering, clit play, praise kink, thigh riding, switch ellie, names used: ‘babe’, ‘my girl’, etc.

THE LIGHT TUMBLES OF YOUR FEET paired perfectly with the wandering hands of Ellie, kisses only deepening when she pulls your body closer to hers. "Missed you, babe," mumbling into the crook of your neck, "how's my girl doing today?"

You smile at her words, feeling your cheeks growing warm. "How do you think she's doing?" You shot back, wrapping your arms around her neck. She let out a chuckle when she hears you, looking up at you with tired eyes.

"Looks like she could take a break," she started, "looks like I could help her with that break." Her eyes took turns between your lips and the rest of your body, mostly your lips though, besides your obviously erect nipples peeking through her shirt.

Her hand took you by surprise as she grabbed a handful of your ass, pushing you forward to her. "You're tired, El," You bit your lip, "I can see it in your eyes."

Looking closer, you slowly start to realize she wasn't exhausted from her day out.

"Am I really tired, though?" She giggled, hiding her face into the crook of your neck. You could feel her teeth sinking into your skin as she left nibbles down the sides of your throat.

"El, weren't you patrolling today?" You tried to look down at her, only resulting in her pulling your head back by your hair, keeping your neck exposed to her lips.

"Fuck. What did you get yourself into?"

You should've known straight off the bat when she walked in, you didn't register the stench until you caught onto her hooded eyes surrounded by the pinkish patches.

"Found some during patrol. You can't blame me for taking a sample hit, babe." Mumbling, her hand reached back into her jeans pocket, pulling out the smallest bag you've ever seen.. inside of another tightly wrapped piece of paper towel.

You shook your head at your girlfriend's antics, the two of you sharing a laugh together.

You couldn't believe that she managed to sneak one home, just for you. Even when high, Ellie still thought of you; bringing you a stolen joint from wherever it came from.

"More like a sample joint," you try to snatch the bag from her hand, only for her to move her arm away even faster, "Ellie." "Babe."

She smirked down at you, shoving the bag back into her pocket. "Where are your manners?" she asked, teasing you, "what's the magic word?"

"'Magic word', my ass!" Rolling your eyes, you attempt to slide your hand down her body. She lets out a "tsk", slapping your hand away. Attempt number two: Mission failed.

Leaning in closer, both her arms were wrapped around your waist, holding your body pressed up against hers. Your cheeks flushed warm at the sudden pressure of her chest on yours, throat going a bit dry.

Her breath fanned over your nose, eyes still scanning over your flustered expression from above. Her height had an advantage, towering over you like a shadow.

It made her feel more in control during situations like this, her always being the one to take the shot, letting you eat the damn bullet.

"You're a big girl, you should know." Her lips barely brush over yours, "don't tell me you forgot."

"God, this is so fucking stupid, El," you refused to stand down, "just pass it already."

"Just came home and you're already cursing me out, huh?" She tilts her head.

"Use your big girl manners and say please."

The curves of your waist were taken up by her hands, pushing up the cotton t-shirt to come in contact with your skin. Your shorts hung low on your hips, practically asking for Ellie to peel them off of you.

Closeness. Intimacy. The two never failed to come intertwined. You wished you could feel Ellie against you all the time; her cuddles were just as comforting as her lips when they're kissing you.

Love wasn't easy with her, that was something you could never deny. It took a while for her to break from her shell, crawl out from within the barricades protecting her splintered heart.

Your story was a perfect example of friends-to-lovers. You were her shoulder to rest on, eventually building up to the structure of her home.

Falling into her hands was easy, the trust was hard. Opening up to her was one thing, admitting your feelings was another. But luckily for you, those same confessions were reciprocated within the same night.

"Please, Ellie?" You plead, looking up at her with doe eyes. If it wasn't for Ellie's intimidating expression, you would've kept your mouth shut. Considering her size compared to you, you were petrified.

"There's my girl." She smiles, cupping your cheeks together with one hand.

Without another thought, her lips crashed onto yours. The hot embrace of her mouth closing in on your tongue, making your stomach churn and bubble.

The kisses are intoxicating, the reek of marijuana coming off from her clothes as they were slowly discarded from the scene, thrown to the closest basket.

You were next; her shirt was pulled off your body, pants coming in just at second, the two of you making out under the moonlight in just your undergarments.

"That's my girl.." You could hear her muffled moans in between your kisses, her quiet words of reassurances were enough to send shivers down your spine.

It wasn't any better for the throb between your thighs, wanting to be touched, to finally feel another sensation other than a constant aching.

"Shut up and kiss me," you managed to mumble out.

She gripped at your ass again, holding onto a thigh to wrap it around her hip. "You don't have to tell me twice." Walking forward, she backed you up onto your shared bed, pushing you gently.

"C'mere, pretty." You spread your legs a little to give her space to lay between. She obliged quickly, crawling on top of you, and straddling your lap.

As mentioned before, Ellie will always stay in control and she'll show it in every way she can to you. Her lips met yours once again, her tongue entering your mouth first.

Dominance was shown as she pinned your wrists up above your head, holding onto them with both hands. You were used to it by now. She never seemed to shake off the role of playing top, you knew she secretly thought otherwise, though.

With the grind of her hips, she started to rock against your lap, hiding your moans with her mouth.

Not many sounds were heard except for the creaks of your bed and the occasional breaths Ellie took every few seconds. Sweat beaded down her forehead, the ache between her legs bothering her just as much as yours did.

She couldn't ignore it anymore.

“I need to feel you, now.” She pulls away for another breath, pressing her forehead against yours. The bed had stopped creaking, the only sounds heard were your heavy pants.

It took her by surprise when you quickly understood her, rolling yourself over to tower over top of her body instead, sitting tall on her lap with a smirk set on your lips. You still looked beautiful after a rough make out session, Ellie never understood how your lips still looked tasty with lipstick smeared all over your face. You could say the same about her; the same lipstick marks on you matched hers.

“This hurting you ego, babe?” you teased her, placing your hands on either side of her head.

She was the one looking up at you now, but with a clenched jaw and harsh eyes.

“Just a bit,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “still need you, though.”

“Let me help you out,” you lowered yourself down to her waist, hands roaming her skin. She closed her eyes at the feeling, relaxing herself. It took a lot in her not to flip you back around and be the one to devour you. Thought you’d appreciate seeing her at the bottom for once.

You were shocked to see your girlfriend at peace, relaxing at your touch. It wasn’t like her to let you pleasure her first, you assumed that it was the weed in her system.

Spreading her legs a little wider, you cupped over her warm cunt softly, earning a quiet mumble from her. “Don’t get used to this…” She whispered, putting her arms behind her neck as a headrest.

“Shhh, you’re ruining the moment.” 

You tug at the hem of her boxer shorts, pulling them off her hips in one swift move. The creak of the bed didn’t help the noises of the wooden floorboards, if you were to get caught, they’d be the ones to blame.

Diving between her thighs, your tongue laid flat against her slick, collecting the wetness that had already soaked her underwear. This was all for you.

“Mm– Oh, fuck…” You hear her moans. It was rare enough for her to let you eat her out, even more rare to hear her moaning for you. Usually, you’re the one crying out for her. Oh how the tables have turned.

Gripping at the roots of your hair, you felt her push your head deeper into her cunt, your tongue now exploring between her folds. The flicks of your muscle sent her to another planet, her moans increasing in volume when you looked up at her. 

Her head was thrown back, face flushed red with her tits barely spilling out from her white tank. Now, it was your turn to admire your girlfriend. Messy hair, stained lips, she was still just as pretty. 

“Just like that,” she scratches your scalp, rocking her hips against your tongue, “holy fucking shit, babe.”

She tasted like heaven. The greatest dessert to ever be served on a silver platter.

Her thighs were trembling around your head, hands scrambling to grip onto something. She was on the edge of her high, the wave of her orgasm in preparation to wash over her in the matter of seconds.

“This is n-never happening again, you hear?” It didn’t help that your fingers were sneaking their way to make her reach her release faster, slipping into her pussy without notice. 

You pulled away from her pussy to send her a smile, nodding your head. “What was that, El?”

“I said– fuck!” Your fingers pumped in and out of her at a fast pace, curling them when she tried to talk back to you. 

“Let me have this,” you went back to licking at her clit, swirling and sucking on the swollen nub until she moaned about coming undone. “Cum, baby..”

The knot in her stomach tightened as her release bubbled in excitement, the long wait of her orgasm ready to overcome her.

It took her one last whine before it hit her; the waves of her orgasm washing over her like a tsunami, heavy tides sending her over the edge. Your tongue slowly helped her ride out her high, letting her grind against your face. 

“Good first experience, hm?” You could hear the exhaust in her giggles as she sits up to look at you through her hooded eyes, her body in total tiresome from all the action. “‘M never letting you top me like that again, though.”

“Now c’mere,” she reaches down for you, “don’t make me wait.”

Pulling you back on top of her, your lips engulfed yours. She moaned at the sweet taste of herself, the flavour coating the inside of her mouth. Both your thighs straddled a single of hers, using it as a way to relieve your untouched cunt.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” She felt your arousal through your panties, almost dripping down her thigh. Still kissing you, she pushed the two of you back up in a sitting position, keeping you on her lap.

Her hands were set on your hips, moving you back and forth. The friction relieved your aching mess causing you to let a whimper escape from your lips.

“Ellie,” you dug your face into the crook of her neck, “mm, feels good…”

Slowly, she slipped her hands lower down from your hips, placing them right on the curve of your ass. She fiddled with the tag embedded in the back of your panties, comforting you while you rid her thigh.

“There you go, baby.” She squeezed your ass gently.

You bit onto her neck gently, shutting your eyes from the immense amount of pleasure provided to you.

“You’re doing so good,” she cooed, petting your head, “is my girl feeling better, hmm?”

Humming, you nodded your head, unable to mutter out a response. The bliss consumed you, you were finally being given the satisfaction of an orgasm.

You could feel her lips on your shoulder, laying tender kisses of comfort. All she wanted to do was make you feel good, even if it meant loving on you for the rest of the night. She does it all the time, anyways, it’s nothing new to her.

She just wants to see you pleased, and sometimes fucked out. 

Your release was approaching soon, the rocks of your hips growing harder and harder with each stroke. She gripped onto you tightly, helping you grind against her thigh quicker.

“Give it to me, baby,” she mumbled into your shoulder, “I know you can do it. You’re a big girl.”

Just as Ellie, the orgasm hit you harder than expected; your body spasming. If it wasn’t for her arms holding onto you, who knows where you would’ve ended up.

Your thighs were sore from the constant movements, pussy sensitive from your recent orgasm, but Ellie had another thing in mind for the two of you.

While you were resting in the crook of her neck, she quietly reached over to grab the packet and a lighter from her jean pocket with one hand. The stench of marijuana filled the air more, adding onto the smell of Ellie’s discarded clothes.

“Up, baby.” Tapping your neck, she helps you move your head up right, pressing a kiss to your lips before you could say anything about what she was about to do.

The slight gap of your lips was a perfect place to put the blunt between, setting it right up for you. “Hm, cute.”

Flicking the edge of the lighter, a fire was ignited. She was careful with the flame, only placing it at the very end of the joint. “Don’t move.” The burn of the paper mixed with the mary-jane nearly had you over the clouds and you hadn’t even taken a proper hit yet.

After lighting it, she threw it onto the night table, watching as you tiredly sucked in a heavy cloud. Beautiful.

Who knew that one magic word could lead to sex and a single shared joint?

[erooca]

daycare

ellie williams x reader

description: ellie williams is forced to take a shift at a daycare. she knows she’s gonna hate it, that is, until she sees you. 1.9k words

this is very self indulgent cuz i work at a daycare. i’d be so down to continue this storyline if it gets any interactions :)

part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/erooca/725335248989208576/daycare-pt-2

why the fuck am i here? is exactly what ellie was thinking, pulling into the small, but cheery daycare. it was 9:30 in the fucking morning. she should still be asleep, not getting prepared to run around with little kids for the next eight hours.

after feeling sorry for herself a bit longer, she turned off the ignition and headed into the double doors.

“good morning, ellie!” maria said with a bright smile. ellie almost rolled her eyes at the enthusiasm. maria was sitting behind the front desk, clicking away on the computer in front of her.

“morning,” ellie responded back, a complete opposite from the way maria had greeted her.

“i know i’ve already thanked you a million times, but seriously. thank you for coming in,” maria thanked.

right. the reason ellie was here in the first place. maria had mentioned how the daycare she owned was extremely understaffed recently and needed all the help she could get. of course, joel offered up ellie as help. he said it would be good for her. ellie would have shut them both down, but maria mentioned how much she’d pay ellie. ellie was sold.

“yeah,” ellie responded, still not happy about the experience.

“listen, ellie, as soon as i get some more workers you’ll be free to go,” maria comforted.

“i know. so what am i gonna be doing?” ellie asked, praying to whatever’s out there that she won’t have to change any diapers.

“i think i’m going to put you in the big three’s. it’s a good group of kids, so don’t stress. it’s just down that hallway. second door on the right.”

ellie nodded her head and set off to the room. she already knew she was about to have the most frustrating and long shift of her entire life.

as she walked down the hallway, she admired the kids’ art that was strung on the walls. she noticed more of it around the big three’s door. she took a deep breath, and then entered through the door.

and then she saw you. you were kneeled down, ground level with a little girl who was crying. she watched as you gave the little girl a big hug, and how you helped her focus on the tower she was building with the colorful blocks.

when you finished calmed down the kid, you spotted ellie. maria told you that you’d be having another teacher today, but she never mentioned that teacher would be fine as fuck.

“hey. ellie, right?” you asked.

“um.. yeah,” she answered.

you introduced yourself to her and the room.

“they’re doing centers right now. you should go around and try to get to know some of the kids. once we have circle time, we can do proper introductions. that sound okay?” you suggested.

“sure..” ellie said. you could sense the nervousness radiating off of her.

“don’t stress. these kids are fun to be around. at least most of the time. let me know if you need anything,” you encouraged.

she nodded her head and looked around the room. from what she could see, the centers included music, blocks, art, math, science, and a play kitchen.

of course, she felt inclined to visit the art table first. there was only about three kids over there, and it was a topic she knew pretty well. was she overthinking this? probably.

she took a seat on the uncomfortably small chair in front of the table. immediately, the three kids looked up at her.

“hi! what’s your name?” a girl with short brown hair asked her.

“ellie,” she answered, then realized she should probably talk a bit more, “um what’s yours?”

“pippa,” she answered, putting away the green crayon in exchange for a red one.

“what are you drawing?” ellie asked, looking at the mound of colors on the girl’s paper.

“my family!” pippa smiled, “that’s my mommy, and that’s my kitty kat, and that’s daddy!”

to ellie, it looked more like scribbles of different colors, but nonetheless she praised the girl for her creativity.

she felt a light tap on her arm and when she turned she was met with a shy looking boy. he had black braids in his hair and wore a toy story themed shirt.

“hi.” ellie said to the boy.

“can you draw me something?” he asked, handing her his blank sheet of paper.

“okay..” she said, taking the paper from him, “what should i draw?”

the boy thought for a minute, “ooo, i know! a dinosaur!!” he said, excitedly.

this request made ellie’s smile grow. of course she could draw him a motherfucking dinosaur.

“what’s your name?” she asked him.

“king!” he replied, awaiting his dinosaur.

as she drew, king watched intently, and once pippa noticed ellie was drawing, she started watching too.

when ellie was finished, she gave it back to king.

“woah!!! it’s a t-rex! i’m gonna color him green!” he said.

“ellie. can you draw me a mermaid?” pippa asked her.

ellie obliged and soon she had a good line of kids asking her to draw things for them.

as she was working on her third princess drawing, she heard you singing the clean up song.

she didn’t have chance to admire how beautiful your voice was before the kids started singing along. the three year olds started cleaning up their messes and ellie helped them out.

you had them gather on the carpet, where you finally introduced ellie as their new teacher (for the time being). you watched as ellie awkwardly smiled and you had to hold in a laugh.

after doing a couple songs and shit with the kids, they all went outside and played on the playground.

you took this opportunity to talk to ellie.

“hey, so, how you liking it so far?” you asked her, curiously.

“i thought i’d hate it, but it’s actually not too bad,” she said, glancing over at you with a smile. you swear you almost passed out right there.

“haha, yeah. it can take a second to get used to. you’re lucky they didn’t put you with the two year olds. those children make me want to quit my job,” you laughed, “so you know maria?”

“yeah. she’s sort of my- aunt-in-law - i guess?” ellie said, trying to find the right words.

“really? tommy must be your uncle then. gonna be honest, maria scares me,” you admitted.

ellie laughed, and your heart skipped a beat.

“pretty sure tommy feels the same way. she’s not bad once you get passed the cold exterior. how long you been working here?” ellie asked, intrigued to know more about you.

“about a year. its just a steady job while i’m in college,” you answered.

“you’re in college. where do you go?” she asked.

“jackson state!”

“no way, me too. you on campus?”

“yeah, campbell north.”

“no fucking way-“ ellie said, but caught herself, “shit-SHOOT, no freaking way. i dorm there too.”

after you laughed at her slip up, you continued your sweet conversation with her. you felt like you’re falling in love with her by the second, and little to your knowledge, she’s was feeling the same way.

“do you have any favorites yet?” you asked.

“um.. i like king. he’s sweet,” ellie answered, thinking back to the dinosaur drawing.

“yeah. he’s really smart too. he’s actually in the foster care system and can be a bit sensitive about it. try not to mention moms or dads around him,” you told her.

this struck a chord in ellie. she had been in foster care a long time before joel came along. she knew exactly what it was like for king. she hopes he will be as fortunate as her in the future.

when the time came, you and ellie corralled all the kids back into the room. there was a cart at the front of their door that had lunch on it. you explained to ellie that you guys will have to make the plates and then hand them out, same with the milk.

you passed out the plates to each kid who was sitting down at the small tables, while ellie came behind with the bowls of food, placing a nice scoop on each child’s paper plate.

you went to start pouring the milk but soon got distracted. you couldn’t help but watch ellie as her lean figure slid around the room. you liked the way she kneeled down when a child was asking her a question, acting as if that child were her equal. you studied how her hair was sticking up a bit on the sides, probably from being outside and running around with the three year olds. most of all, you loved how she was smiling. how it seemed that she was enjoying herself. the beautiful curve up of her lips was enough for your heart to beat at a rapid pace.

you snapped out of your trance when you saw ellie look up at you. you flicked your head away before she could catch you staring (even though she definitely did and you knew it too). you started actually doing your job and pouring the milk for your children.

as the day went on, ellie was very fond of learning more about you. you both spent nap time learning new things. when ellie told you how much she loved space, you told her how you thought you could be the first person to pluto as a kid, since it was your favorite planet. you guys talked about your favorite constellations and which ones you spot first. you told her how much you liked to read and shared your favorite stories with her. you asked what maria was like at thanksgiving dinner.

you were sat together against the wall, just chatting. the lullaby music played on the tv. the lights were off and curtains were closed. the three year olds were all asleep. ellie was all to yourself right now. you were so starstruck with how easily your conversation flowed. she sat with her knees up, resting ur arms on them as she looked at you. you could see glint in her eyes, even in the dark room. it made you like her even more.

once the kids woke up, it was less talking and more working, much to your disappointment. the rest of the day went by smoothly. you did a fun craft with the children that they enjoyed, and ended the day with tv time. once the number of kids got lower, maria came in to let ellie know she could go home.

“well. i hope all these kids didn’t scare you off. will you- be here tomorrow?” you asked with a hopeful look on her face.

ellie chuckled, “some of them are a bit scary, but they didn’t. i think i will be here tomorrow, but only so i can see you again though,” ellie smirked.

once her words sunk in, your cheeks turned a blushy color. no way the new, hot teacher just flirted with you. you stammered a bit but regained your ground.

“looking forward to it, ellie. have a good night,” you smiled brightly.

ellie have you a slight smile and a wave before walking out the door. you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. holy shit were you in deep.

ellie joyfully said bye to maria, earning her a weird look. she felt on cloud nine as she walked to her car. the day went better than she could’ve ever expected. she was already making a mental list on ways she could win you over.

maybe this daycare job won’t be so bad. is exactly what ellie was thinking as she drove away.

[no-nameno-face]

Confession (AUDIO)

Ellie Williams x Listener SFW Scene

Warnings: this is sfw but my account is NSFW 18+ only! nothing reallyyy its all just lovey-dovey fluff. :’)

Author's Notes: took forever with this one… dialog (outside of just straight up sex lmfao) is so hard to get right cause i programmed my AI with just NSFW audios in mind… oops. but all things considered i think it came out pretty cuteeee. <3 she literally gives me the biggest butterflies ever i cant even function fr. Ive been looking for an excuse to use a Hozier song… and I KNOW cherry wine is like a super depressing song… but you cant tell me it doesnt fit the vibe perfectly. also i know nothing about constellations, and i did all of 5 minutes of research on it. so if im wrong just let me live in my little delusion that i was one hundred percent spot on pleaseeee :’) anywhooo… hope you guys enjoy your little stargazing date with Ellie. <3

[spaceshipellie]

everything’s about you to me

ellie williams x reader

chapter two: this house is a graveyard

masterlist for other chapters *✧･ﾟ: wc: 3.7k

summary: in the midst of the apocalypse, you and ellie find each other after you’ve both lost everything. what started out as a mere safety in numbers pairing, turns into something imperishable. however, after some time you get separated, leaving you both to believe the other is dead. four years later you find a commune in wyoming.

warnings: tlou au, death, grief, burying a body, mentions of deceased loved ones, it’s sad sorry :( 18+ mdni

author’s note: i promise the next part will be less traumatic!!! it’s actually going to be very cute (i think anyway lmao) but back to this part!! thank you for all the love so far <3 lmk what you think

♪ ‘cause the world could be burning, and all i’d be thinking, is “how are you doing, baby?”

The sky was a mottled grey overhead as the three of you walked along the rural road. Nearly an hour had passed since the diner but conversations were minimal. From Ellie at least, who was reluctant to share much about herself. It was understandable, you wouldn’t be in a rush to share your life with people you had only just met. The time had allowed you to observe her though. She was wearing a blue button up with the sleeves ripped off and a grey t-shirt underneath, jeans, and converses which matched your own. Her hair was short and roughly tied up in a half up, half down.

You couldn’t help but ponder the reasons as to why she might be alone. She must have been about your age and the thought of being alone terrified you so you couldn’t imagine what she might have been through. Did she have a family? Friends? Where was she going before she met you? All of these questions swirled around your brain but you thought better of bombarding her with them. She seemed lost and forlorn and you didn’t want to do anything to upset her. Your attention was diverted when you heard coughing.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” your mom said, wiping her hand over her mouth. She then pointed up ahead to a farmhouse in the distance. “We should head towards that.”

You nodded and looked over at Ellie who looked back at you. Her lips tightened into a line as she nodded slowly. You prayed that you wouldn't find anything too terrible. Looking at the place, it almost seemed too good to be true. You mentally prepared for the possibility it was either already taken by someone or was hoarding a bunch of infected. Both of which had the opportunity to kill you.

It was another fifteen minutes before you reached the farmhouse. On approach you couldn’t hear anything, but you all cautioned yourselves as you moved towards the front door. Your mom, who insisted on going first, slowly pushed the door open with her foot, gun pointing forward. You gripped your bat and Ellie held the crowbar.

The door creaked as it opened, and eventually a jangle of cans came from above your heads. You winced at the noise, clearly set up by someone as an alarm. Nothing happened though. You relaxed your shoulders slightly as you moved further down the hall. Most of the doors were open giving you a peek at the kitchen-diner on the left side and a living room on the other.

“I’ll check upstairs,” Ellie said, shuffling past you.

You and your mom checked the downstairs rooms, each time meeting each other in the hallway and declaring nobody there. Ellie then returned downstairs.

“Anything?” You asked.

“No, all clear.”

A bang caused all of your heads to face the kitchen. You shared hesitant glances before slowly edging in that direction. It must be outside, you thought, because the kitchen was definitely empty. Your mom slowly turned the back door handle and again, pushed it open with her foot, gun looking left to right. The same noise sounded again.

“The barn,” you whispered.

The closer you got the clearer you could hear heavy breathing. It didn’t really sound like infected but why would a person be banging on a barn wall. You all slipped through the half open door, silence falling. You scanned over the room quickly.

“There doesn’t seem to be any–oh my god!” You involuntarily stepped back, accidentally bumping into Ellie. Your mom and Ellie both followed your eyes to the far corner.

“Shit.”

A man hung from a wooden beam with a rope tight around his neck. A wooden stool lay on its side on the floor beneath him. You only had a moment to take it in before the bang came again from what you now knew to be a stable door. It was followed by another rumbly deep breath. Ellie went over and slowly unbolted the door. A pinto horse with chestnut patches dashed out, neighing wildly and bucking.

“Woah, woah, easy,” Ellie soothed. Her hand came to touch its neck and the horse seemed to calm down ever so slightly. It was still very fidgety and loud but didn’t seem like it was going to run off as Ellie was now stroking its neck. You were amazed at what effect she seemed to be having on the distressed animal. You noticed something white had fallen to the ground after the door had swung open so you went over to pick it up.

“This guy left a note.”

“What does it say?”

“To whoever finds this, I’m sorry that you’re still alive in this fucked up world. If it’s any consolation, I have a pretty decent farmhouse here. Don’t get too many infected unless you go further than a few miles. There’s some food in the cupboards, ammo, first aid stuff. You should be alright here for some time if you’re smart. If you run out of stuff, there’s a town about six miles east. Though I can’t guarantee what’s left of it. And please take care of my horse, Harley. She’s a beaut and I know I’m a coward for leaving her on her own but I couldn't take it anymore. Good luck and thank you. - Jack.”

“God,” your mom breathed.

“Shit’s messed up,” Ellie said.

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking over at Jack's hanging body. “We should cut him down. Maybe bury him. The least we can do when he’s giving us his house.”

The other’s nodded. You walked over to him and picked up the stool, steadying it to stand on. You stood on the stool, your mom warning you to be careful as you reached up to cut the rope. You could see his face clearly now. His brown eyes were open and his face was sunken. His hair was matted and he was wearing muddy, navy overalls. The decomposing smell was faintly running up your nostrils. Judging by it though, he couldn’t have been dead for too long otherwise it would have been difficult to stomach.

You tried to hurry your sawing at the rope until eventually it snapped and his body hit the ground with a heavy thud. You wobbled as you dismounted the stool, searching around for a shovel. You wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. You spotted one in the corner and grabbed it before purposely walking out the barn door and round to the side of it, throwing down the shovel. Marching back in, you saw Ellie had already started to grab his arms and your mom went to grab his legs before she dropped them, doubling over in a coughing fit.

“Let me,” you said, taking his legs.

You and Ellie carried him out to where you had dropped the shovel and placed him down. You grabbed the shovel and started digging, haphazardly tossing the soil into a large pile. The atmosphere was gloomy and solemn. No one spoke as you kept digging, pausing to wipe your forehead, smearing mud on it.

“Want me to take over?” Ellie offered.

“No,” you said, a little too abruptly, “it’s okay.”

Flashes of your dad’s lifeless body cursed your mind as you ignored the ache in your arms. The way it had fallen in a bloody heap and there was nothing you could do. No way for you to reach out and touch him or tell him goodbye. Tell him everything will actually be fine and you can find him a doctor. Tell him thank you for keeping you safe. You could never go back and change your last moments with him and it killed you.

“Honey, I think that’s enough,” your mom’s voice was mellow yet concerned as she looked down at you.

She helped you out of the deep grave you had dug and you wiped your hands on your jeans, staring down at the empty pit. You and Ellie resumed holding Jack's arms and legs as you lowered him in, letting him drop the last little bit as you couldn’t reach. You looked at his face one last time, letting out a deep breath before picking up the shovel again and piling all of the dirt back in. By the time you were done, the wind had picked up and it howled around you.

“We should go inside, I’ll go and check that the horse is tied up,” Ellie excused herself as you and your mom made your way back towards the back door of the house.

“I’m gonna go upstairs” your mom said before making her way up there.

You looked around the kitchen, wringing your hands together. The last twenty-four hours had been a shit show and you could do with some peace now that you had found this place. You dumped your backpack and jacket on the dining table and started rummaging through the cupboards, remembering how the note had said there was food. Your eyes brightened upon seeing stacks of cans filled right up to the front. What a gold mine, you thought. You heard the floorboards at the top of the stairs creak.

“Hey, look at all this, isn’t it–” you turned excitedly with a can of ravioli in your hand, but your smile faltered when you saw your mom’s face. Her eyes damp and bloodshot.

“What is it?”

“Honey, I–” her voice cracked. You put the can down.

“Mom?”

“Honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t know until I…” her voice was strangled as she gestured upstairs.

Ellie then came through the door and stopped in her tracks as she noticed the tension in the room.

“Mom, tell me. Please.”

She cleared her throat.

“I was bit.”

Her words punctured a hole right through you, a lump forming in your throat.

“No, no, no, no,” your words got more rapid and desperate. This can’t be happening.

“W-where?”

Your mom pulled her top away from her shoulder and turned to show the gruesome bite mark on the back of it. You saw how the blood had run from it, some of it fresh, some of it dry.

“I wasn’t sure if it was just an injury or what until I looked in the mirror.”

She pulled her top back up and faced you again. You were crying, silently. In fact, the silence in the entire room was deafening.

“Please don’t leave me.” Your voice was hushed and weak. Your mom walked over and cupped your cheeks, brushing a tear away with her thumb.

“My baby, I’m so sorry.”

No one said anything for a moment, you just cried as she hugged you.

“I do not want to turn into one of those things and hurt you.”

You pulled back to look at her, eyes darting between hers.

“So what…w-what do you mean?”

“I mean,” she took in a shaky breath, “I’m going to take care of it myself,” her voice cracked and a sad smile stretched her lips and she nodded as if she was convincing herself.

“No,” you whispered, pulling her in for a bone crushingly tight hug.

“It’s better this way,” she said as she rubbed your back, “I’m going to take my gun, you still have plenty others here, and I’m going to walk as far as I can make it and you are not going to look for me.”

“I can’t–it’s not fair,” your voice was lost in her hair.

“I know it’s not, but hey, look at me,” she brushed your hair away from your face.

“You’re going to be okay, you hear me? You’re going to stay here, in this house, together,” she looked at Ellie as she said the last word before looking back at you. You tried to speak but she shook her head so she could finish.

“I need to know that you’ll do that for me, and that you’ll stay safe, okay?” She hugged you again, “promise me, baby.”

“I promise.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, mom.”

“You’ll be okay.”

She gave you a final squeeze and pulled away.

“I probably don’t have long left so…” she dizzily looked around for her gun.

Your body involuntarily moved towards her but you stopped yourself. You couldn’t stop this. Nothing could. She coughed again and you could see her hands twitching. She shook out all the bullets from her gun except for two. You could tell she was trying her hardest to keep it together, but she could never fool you. The fear was making her face seem hollow and cold. Her fingers trembled as they clutched the gun. She looked at you one last time before leaving out the back door and that was the last time you ever saw her.

Ellie could see how your body was about to crumble and she moved quickly to grab you as you fell down to your knees. She knelt beside you and held your shaking body. Her chin rested on your shoulder and your eyes left wet patches on hers. It felt like the air had been knocked out of you. Everything you’d ever known was gone.

Even with everything you were feeling right now you felt guilty that this girl you’d only just met had to deal with you like this. But you were grateful she was there.

She stayed there until you were ready to pull away, revealing your bloodshot eyes and cracked lips. You slumped back against the counter and Ellie sat with her arms wrapped around her bent knees. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes looked glossy as she stared at the ground. Your head ached from the crying and your face felt swollen.

“I don’t know what to do,” your voice squeaked. She took a minute to answer and her jaw clenched.

“You can’t do anything,” she mumbled, defeatedly.

It was getting darker by the minute. The haunting silence was only disrupted by a moth tapping against the ceiling. You felt overwhelmed with groggy tiredness but equally you couldn’t switch your brain off. Normally you would go to bed thinking about what to do the next day but now, you didn’t care. You couldn’t think of anything to care about.

“Maybe we should try and get some sleep,” Ellie suggested. You just nodded, slowly.

Ellie got up and left the room and you heard her lock the front door, she came back in to grab a chair and propped one under the front door and one under the back door handle just in case the locks were dodgy. She also went round closing all the curtains and checking that all of the windows were shut. Meanwhile, you sat on the kitchen floor, feeling like a ghost. She grabbed as much stuff from the table as she could including half of your things before you willed yourself up onto your feet to grab the rest. At the top of the stairs, Ellie turned to you.

“Which one do you want?”

You looked at the two bedrooms and just pointed at one of them, not really analysing it. She went in and dropped off the stuff that was yours.

“Thanks.”

“S’okay.”

She went into the other room and put her stuff down whilst you put your gun and bat near your bed. You sighed a withered sigh as you looked around the room. It had a double bed which was made up with a duvet and pillows. It had a mirrored dresser on one wall and a wardrobe on the other. The furniture looked like it hadn’t been updated for several decades before the outbreak. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls in places and framed paintings of the countryside adorned them. It was a gift that you had found this place but it was a hard one to appreciate right now. Ellie came out of her room and leant her hand on the bannister.

“Um, goodnight then I guess.”

“Yeah,” you awkwardly bit your lip, “goodnight.”

Your head still pounded with the number of tears that had been shed over the past two weeks. It felt like you were going insane. You had mostly stayed cooped up in your room, not knowing how to handle the grief. Thankfully, due to the supplies that had already been in the house you hadn’t needed to go for a supply run yet. Ellie had left you alone, not wanting to interfere. The few times you had bumped into her there was a strained tension between you. You weren’t surprised considering this was an unusual circumstance for meeting someone new, but you felt strange about it nonetheless and hoped that in time, it would ease. After all, you were supposedly stuck together for the foreseeable future.

Up until this point you had been feeling a great sorrow where your whole body ached and you could barely tell that the days were passing. Now, however, you were entering a state of numbness, a complete disconnect from what was around you. It was as if the world had been chipping away at you piece by piece all these years and this had been the last hit before you had declined into nothing.

On the first night you had looked through the bedroom draws and had found some spare clothes to sleep in. You and Ellie had also managed to wash your own clothes with some rainwater you had collected and some soap you found in the bathroom. It hadn’t necessarily made them squeaky clean but it was better than nothing. It had also been relieving to have been able to clean your skin for the first time in a while. You were sitting on the bed with your knees bunched up against your chest and your cheek resting on them, eyes trailing over some of the pictures on the wall.

You sighed, pulling yourself up from the bed and slumping over to the mirrored dresser. Your devoid expression stared back at you. Your hair had been messed around from lying against the pillow for so long so you feebly attempted to tidy it before faltering towards the stairs. The floorboards at the top creaked under your weight and your hand gripped the bannister tightly, as if you would fall if you let go. With trembling steps, you made your way down and peeked through the open living room door. Ellie was slouching on the couch looking at a piece of crumpled paper.

“What’s that?” Your voice croaked so you coughed to clear it.

Her head shot to you as she was caught off guard by your presence. “Looks like instructions on how to get to the town.”

You shuffled over and sat beside her so you could see. She handed it to you, using her now free hands to rub her tired eyes. You observed the scribbles on the paper. It featured a roughly drawn map of squares and arrows, labelled with things like ‘road on the big hill’ and ‘supermarket.’

“Will be worth a try in a few days, we’re probably still alright for now,” she suggested. You nodded, putting the map down on the coffee table.

You picked at your hands in your lap, not knowing what to say. You and Ellie hadn’t said much to each other since you got here, events having not really allowed for it. You realised that you knew next to nothing about her. About her life, where she had come from, why she had saved you. Your eyes trailed down to the bandage on her right arm again.

“What happened to your arm?”

She immediately placed her left hand over it as if she was embarrassed or covering something up. “Oh, I uh, I got stabbed.”

You drew in a short breath. “Ouch.”

“Yeah,” she looked down at her arm, “it was pretty bad.”

Your sleeves were pushed up and she noticed you had a scar on your elbow.

“How did you get that?” She asked, gesturing to it. You lifted your arm, twisting it to look.

“Oh, that was from,” a puff of air escaped your nose, “it’s stupid and not as cool sounding as yours, I fell out of a tree trying to get a closer look at a bluebird.”

“Wow,” she snickered, “hope the look was worth it.”

“It was,” you looked down into your lap, running your hand over your arm, “you don’t come across many pretty things like that.”

You didn’t notice her looking at you when you spotted something behind the slightly open door of the cabinet the TV was resting on. You got up and crouched beside it, pulling the items out.

“CDs,” you mused to yourself, shuffling through them. Foo Fighters, Jimi Hendrix, Eagles, Tracy Chapman, Nirvana, Dolly Parton, Nickelback, and a few others.

“Too bad I can’t find the CD player,” Ellie remarked.

“Hm. It must be somewhere,” you said, fixing the pile of CDs, leaving them out on the coffee table as a reminder to look for the CD player. You stayed sitting on the floor, leaning on one of your hands and glanced around. You hadn’t really been in this room much. By the window was where the cabinet and TV sat then opposite was the dusty blue couch with a couple of limp throw cushions on. The walls were off white and much like upstairs, were covered in framed paintings. The windowsill was thick with dust and the moth-eaten curtains floated with the light breeze that was coming in from the open window.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where were you going before you came with us?”

Ellie stretched her hands and placed them on her knees, shuffling in her seat.

“Uh, nowhere really.”

“You didn’t have to be so nice to me that night, so thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

She looked down at the ground with squinted eyes, her head shaking a little.

“Well, I want to,” you murmured softly, “you’d barely just met me and not a lot of people would have been that way.”

You looked up at her but she wasn’t looking at you, almost as if it would hurt her to do so.

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[totheblood]

Hi, can you do hc’s of ellie having a crush on/dating a friendly and outgoing girl ❤️

a/n: hey, im taking time today to get to my inbox and write for ellie my beloved… i feel a lot more confident now given that i am just ab finished with part one of the game but still, reserving my time for writing! so send requests, i have a few but still 🫣 anyways, thank u anon ilu

ellie is such an ambivert so whenever she’s around someone more introverted she’s determined to pull them out of their shell, but when she’s around you, an obvious extrovert, she can feel herself drawing inwards

she first noticed you on her first day in jackson and found herself dumbstruck as she watched you tell what seemed like an interesting story to a group of people your age. they all seemed so entranced, and ellie couldn’t lie, she was too.

she felt like such a stalker after that day, writing down your name in her journal with small doodles of your face and side profile. the way you so effortlessly drew people in, how you made everyone feel welcome and included, everything about you left her in a daze.

quickly after arriving she fell in with dina and her group of friends so she would find herself sneaking out at night to drink and play games in dina’s basement.

to her suprise, you were there. not to her suprise, you were there with a guy, and whatever hope she had of ever being with you was crushed. you didn’t even look like you liked the guy, she thought, as she watched you subtly push his hand away from your face.

later that night ellie cornered dina to ask her about you, the one drink in her system showing itself suddenly.

“what do you know about yn?”

dina snorted. “what, do you have a crush on her?” it was meant to be a joke, at this point ellie had not made it clear that she was into girls, but when dina saw the way her face faltered she completely changed her tune.

“oh shit, you do!”

“shut up, i do not.”

“well, get in line.”

“you have a cr-?” ellie was confused.

“what?! no, but practically every guy here does, she never pays them any mind though.” she said gesturing to you, again as you looked completely uninterested in the guy in front of you.

“oh.” was all ellie could say.

from that day on she interacted with you infrequently, occasionally having short conversations with you during class where her cheeks would burn a bright red whenever you laughed

plus, her crush went away for a while when she had a fling with cat. but as soon as that was over she was right back to stealing glances at you at community events

so here she was, harboring a four year crush on someone who didn’t even know who she was, it felt pathetic

it all came to a head when she started getting assignments around the town and was paired with you in the stables

she was shocked when you greeted her with a wide smile on your face

“hey! ellie, right?”

“yeah,” ellie let out a breathless laugh “you know my name?”

“town’s not that big, ellie.” you laughed as you watched her cheeks grow red like they always did when she spoke to you

since you could talk to a brick wall it was no shocker that you and ellie talked throughout your entire assignment

everytime elle would make you laugh she would feel so accomplished even though a part of her knew you were just being nice

after that day ellie practically begged maria to put her on the stables with you, even going as far as to say she would take two assignments a day if she just got to do the one with you

you were so good at making her feel comfortable, and a part of her felt like you were flirting with her half the time, but her insecurities got the best of her

soon enough you were inviting ellie everywhere… to secret parties, to show her a flower you found growing behind the stables, and even just to get a sandwich with you at the tipsy bison

ellie knew that you were nowhere close to hers but she couldn’t help but get jealous when she would see how well you interacted with others… she knew it was your nature but it still burned

whenever she would see you laugh a little too hard at a joke she wanted to turn around and throw up, but she didn’t… the sound of your laughter was peace enough

one night she decided to walk you home and after she had finished saying good bye you reached up and kissed her

she was so dumbstruck that she just stared at you, and how beautiful your eyes looked with the snow catching on your eyelashes. she was so wrapped up in your beauty and by the taste of your lips still on hers that she didn’t even recognize the horror that was painted so clearly over your face

“shit.. ellie i am so sorry, i don’t know why i did that. i thought there was something between us but i so clearly misread that and i shouldn’t have assumed just because of cat that you would like me. god i feel so dumb especially since this has happened to me where people think just because i’m nice to them they can kiss me or something but i should have nev-“

you were cut off by ellie pressing her lips to yours again, her hand gripping the back of your head

you couldn’t tell how long you had been kissing but when she pulled away her lips were swollen and you were dizzy

“you didn’t misread anything.”

“obviously.” you laughed.

after that the little invites you gave ellie began to feel more and more like dates, especially since they almost always ended with your hands down her pants

when you became official, ellie knew she had to find a way to be secure with you

she knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, but it wasn’t you she didn’t trust. it was the people who often took advantage your kindness

so she would be extremely protective over you, everytime you two were at a party together she would have her arm wrapped around your waist, her fingers brushing the top of your hip

she would occasionally pull you in for a sloppy kiss whenever she would notice someone staring at you for too long. even though she hated PDA she felt it was necessary when being with you so people knew exactly who you were with

even though it made her nervous she would never ask you to change. it was just who you were and it was one of the things that made her fall for you in the first place.

whenever you would get antsy at a party because you wanted to go and talk to large groups of people she would gently push you towards them with a “go fly, my little social butterfly.”

she was more than happy to take a backseat and watch you thrive

[liyawritesss]

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Characters: Ellie Williams x Black!Fem!Reader

From: The Last Of Us Part II (Game Series)

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: What would it be like to fall in love with the smart-mouthed badass Ellie Williams in a world recovering from a zombie apocalypse?

Warnings: mentions of game-canon violence, mentions of weapons (primarily guns), mentions of blood, mentions of mental illness, cursing

A/N: Yet another tag I gotta fill with x black!reader, cuz lets be honest - let Ellie get a black gf; all manners and common sense are going out the window. JOEL IS ALIVE AND WELL IN THIS

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You and Ellie first met when she was sent to your little garden/apothecary to assist you in finding some plants that had been rebudding around the Jackson community area. At first, she was apprehensive to the idea - why did she of all people had to go out and collect fucking flowers and leaves? - but her mouth had already gotten her into trouble today, and she couldn’t bear another lecture from anyone, so she bit her tongue hard and went to find your little greenhouse near the center of town.

Her amazement comes across as a look of confusion when she steps into the greenhouse. She’s met with a pleasant scent of lavender, bundles of it hanging from the doorframe. She finds you tending to some plants in the middle of the room, and when your eyes lock, her breath catches in her throat, because holy fuck, no one told her that this herbalist lady was her age, and fine as fuck.

You greet her with a smile and hand her the list of things needed, telling her to take her time since you know that some of them may be difficult to find. She flips through the notebook you’ve given her, paying special attention to the detailed drawings, commemorating them to memory, before she sets off with only the thought of pleasing the herbalist girl with her findings.

When she comes back, it’s the dead of night, and she’s a bit durtied and bruised from what you’re sure to be a fight with some undead, but she has every item on the list you’d given her. From that point on, the two of you became close acquaintances, friends, and more.

She finds your presence so peaceful. When you’re up making ointments and remedies for the patrol squads, she joins you with her sketchpad. The two of you sit together in perfect silence, some jokes being shared here and there. Her sketchpad quickly fills up with drawings of you doing various activities - drinking tea, watering plants, grinding leaves into powders, making dyes, etc. Watching you becomes her favorite pastime.

After a while of knowing each other, she becomes more comfortable with being a smartmouth with you, and is excited when you match her energy. You always have a rebuttal to one of her remarks and it sparks something in Ellie that urges her on more and more. 

She becomes more touchy, too, though that aspect is primarily reassured by you. Although neither of you have disclosed much information about your past, you can tell she’s been through a lot, and could only imagine the worst when she would pull away from your touch in the beginning. It takes a long time, but the sweet hugs shared after accomplishing yet another supply run for you were definitely worth the wait.

And they’re quite literally the best hugs you’ve ever had. It could be a simple side hug with her pulling you by your hip to her chest, or it could be one of the longer ones, where her arms slip around your waist, her head dipping into your neck as she inhales your scent. You love them all.

Ellie claims that all your plant stuff is boring and lame, but she’s so very attentive when you’re rambling off a new herb or a new concoction you’ve made, and learns the names of the flowers you like the most. She soon learns that lavender is your favorite, which is why it hangs everywhere around the greenhouse, but also because it smells heavenly and reduces anxiety and provokes calmness. It quickly becomes her own, too.

She loves when you braid her hair. The two french braids leading into a bun is her favorite style, and even though she’s always messing it up when she’s on patrol, fighting and escaping from zombies and enemy groups alike, you’re happy to wash and redo her hair every time.

Ellie’s confession obviously doesn’t go the way she planned. And yes, she did plan on confessing to you her affections at some point, but she tells herself that she’s waiting for the right time. While part of that may be true, the bigger picture was her general fear of rejection - which was absurd to her, she never gave two fucks about what people thought about her. But when it came to you, everything mattered.

You’d never looked at Ellie’s notebook before. It was her privacy, and you were one to respect boundaries, but when she left the book open to go talk to Dina and Jesse about something, especially on a particular page that had your face drawn onto the cream paper of the sketchbook, your curiosity took over your senses.

It was a drawing of you drinking tea and reading a book. You remember that day - she was exceptionally quiet that day and only wanted to be around you. So you let her chill in the greenhouse with you while you did your normal routines. The intricate and detailed lines on the page sparked something in you that you thought you had pushed away, a surge of emotions reawakening in your stomach.

Ellie comes back in and nearly goes into a rage when she sees you seemingly flipping pages in her sketchbook, and although you try to reason with her, she’s not having it. She thinks you invaded her privacy, and she continues to think so as she leaves the greenhouse for the evening.

She comes back though, at the dead of night as you’re cleaning up and setting things up for the next morning, looking remorseful like a lost puppy. She apologizes, and you come to sit next to her, your legs touching, and you tell her that you accept her apology.

Ellie pauses for a moment, looking into your eyes for what seems like forever, before she begins speaking. The way she speaks is damn near contradicting about she feels about you, but in the end she gets her point across - she likes you, a lot, and needs to know how you feel about her in order for her to get some form of clarity and sanity back to her brain

And you tell her that you feel the same, that you’re attracted to her in such a way and so strongly that it shouldn’t even be possible - surely isn’t wise or sane considering the times the two of you currently live in, and yet, you still found yourself yearning for the brunette when you knew you shouldn’t

At this point the two of you are impossibly close, and the way Ellie’s eyes keep darting between your own and your lips, it’s definitely got a pool of heat swirling in your stomach. And before either of you realize it, her lips are on yours, and you’re experiencing your first and the most electrifying kiss of your life. And just like that, you become Ellie’s and she becomes yours

She  makes a vow to protect you in every possible way she can. When and if you do go out on the search for supplies, she’s always accompanying you regardless of whatever she may have been doing prior. She teaches you how to use a gun and a bow and arrow (of which, you favor the latter) so that you have the skills to protect yourself when she’s not there. 

She never let anyone talk to you any kind of way, but its amplified now because she has an obligation to make sure people know who the fuck they’re talking to. No one talks out the side of their neck to her girl and gets away with it. If all she does is curse them out, as long as they get the idea and don’t pull anything anymore, all is good.

Introducing you to Joel as your girlfriend is the most awkward thing for her…and you better believe he’s poking fun at her about her stellar choice in a significant other (trust me, he’s been waiting for this moment, because he just knew that she’d go after you of all people in the community. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was in on organizing your initial meeting. He’s definitely the wingman Ellie didn’t know she needed.

She doesn’t engage in PDA, but when it’s just the two of you alone? Best believe she’s getting her fill of hugs and kisses whenever she can. You’re not promised tomorrow, so she wants to love you to the fullest extent she can. 

Brings you back flowers from her patrols that you don’t even ask for, but because they’re pretty and remind her of you. You can try as you might to tell her you don’t need them - it’ll only provoke her to bring you more

On the longer nights where she’s too exhausted mentally and physically to speak, she curls into you and just lets you take over her senses. It’s a rather rare occasion, so you savor it while it lasts. You take care of Ellie at her most vulnerable and that’s all she could ever really ask for from someone.

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[clemnchai]

Dealer! Ellie headcannon’s ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dealer! ellie who’s your polar opposite. everyone was surprised when you two first came out. you’re sweet as honey and shy— outfits always a littlee skimpy. and ellie was… ellie. she loves it tho. loves having arm candy ♡

dealer! ellie who gets genuinely offended when you try to roll your own joints or even smoke without her. she’s such a baby about it. “what the fuck? where’d you get this shit from?” she picks up the tiny baggy with aggravation on her face. “well… you were busy els— and i’ve been stressed! y’cant be mad at me because you neglected me” you say with a small pout. “neglect—? ok ok. you’re not smoking this shit, man. how about this, i roll you a joint with my good shit and we can watch hello kitty island adventure—whatever the fuck and chill, kay?” safe to say ellie takes the ‘pretty girl’ discount seriously ♡

dealer! ellie who always rolls your joints in strawberry papers and bags your weed in cute baggies w hearts ♡

dealer! ellie who called you princess in a teasing way at first but it just…. stuck. ♡

dealer! ellie only lets you do her make up while she’s high as a kite. so now you’re here sitting on her lap putting mascara and eyeliner on her pretty red eyes. “els, stop moving. i’ll mess up” you stop and sit back to look at her while she smokes the last of her joint. “you’re lucky m’ letting you do this— how long does this take again? is this why you take so long to get ready?” you rolled your eyes as she rambled and she playfully pinches ur waist and smoothes her hand over. “done! “ you hand her a small mirror to look at your work. “cute. my lil’ picasso.” leaning in to give you a wet smooch that you dodge. “no kisses, you’ll ruin my work.” she huffs and sits up to effortlessly flip you over so she’s on top of you. you let out a girly squeal at the sudden change in position. “fuck that.” she says n’ then gives you wet, exaggerated kisses all over your pretty, giggly face ♡

dealer! ellie who does things because she knows it makes you nervous. she’ll take your cheeks in between her fingers and shotgun kiss you during the smoke sesh and chuckle at how you look at her w doe eyes:( or she’ll tease you in public— moving her hand a little too close to the warmth in between your thighs and pulling away when she hears your breath stutter. she can be so mean:( ♡

dealer! ellie who listens to 90s rap and r&b. also cannot fuck you without some r&b in the background. “sets the mood” she says. ♡

dealer! ellie who passes you the joint when fucking you:( “yea— yea. shit. you look so fucking good.” she pulls the joints from her mouth and blows the smoke away from your face. the way you cream around her strap makes her head fuzzier than weed could ever. “here— open up bun” she places the joint in between you lips and stares as you inhale— and eventually pull back to turn your head up to exhale. “mmh.” she gives a validating hum and smacks your ass— completely discarding the joint to kiss your red, pouty lips ♡

dealer! ellie who makes stupid jokes and conspiracies while high. “dude…. what do you think would happen if everyone farted at the exact same time. what if the world like— fuckin’— exploded or something.” “ellie.. what?” you cant contain your giggles at the auburn haired girls question. “what?? it’s a genuine question. what if all of our farts created a nuclear bomb. that’s kinda… scary. now i’m getting scared.” she said seriously— as if the made up situation could ever happen. “ellie.. that will never happen and i’m pretty sure your farts alone could create a nuclear bomb.” you joked back and giggled at her offended face. “okay…. you got me.” she’s so silly😭

dealer! ellie who only downloads social media so you can send her memes and things that remind you of her. her only instagram pics are scenery pics and pictures of you ♡

dealer! ellie who loves ass. that’s it. especially loves when you wear short skirts so when you bend down she can see your cute pink panties. sometimes she’ll pull your panties to the side and eat your pussy from the back till your knees are weak:( ♡

dealer! ellie who just loves her girl soo much!! you’ll often catch her staring at you and you get so shy— but all she’s thinking about is how lucky she is to have such a sweet girl like you belong to her and her only ♡

- ˚ʚ♡a ɞ˚

[sweetyluvs]

thigh riding with ellie. that’s all i ever want 🙏

no because this thought has been in my mind for months !!

you held onto ellie’s arms, her hands gripped your hips tightly; keeping them on track. Back and forth, up and down. soft whines and moans of her name slipping from your lips with eachjerk of her thigh rutting into your soaking cunt, her playful, clueless questions making you upset. “hm? what is it, doll?” she hummed out, her eyes staring down at the slick of your excitement smearing on her bare leg. “ngh.. ellie.. please..” you whimpered out, hope draining as your clit began to become sore from the consistent rubbing of the bud. “please what?” she said; her voice less playful and more harsh, grabbing your hips harder. You gasp, watching her watch you get off on her thigh had you feeling horny all over again. “use your fucking words, babe.” she said, her eyes finally trailing from her erotic pussy to your pleading eyes. You didn’t say anything, too shy to reply back. “i’m not doing anything for you until you say something.” you moaned when she shoved her thigh up, not quite doing what you’d hoped— but jamming your hips up and down, your clit being hit on repeat. Gasps of surprised echoed the room, soon turning into pleasure. Your hips instinctively bucked for more when she slowed down, and you continued on your own.

Hips trailing your pussy slowly along a little of her thigh before lifting up and slamming back down, each movement had the nub coursing with pleasure. “yeah, do it yourself..” ellie muttered, almost breathlessly upon seeing you actually doing it. when ellie began to continuously move her thigh in the opposite pattern of your hips, your clit was being banged every moment of the time you were on top of her, causing the familiar sensation to begin to bubble inside you again. You sped up your pace, moving your hands up ellie’s arms for support, her own hands not daring to leave you— fingers sure to leave bruises. “els.. i’m.. i’m gonna..” she hummed in acknowledgment, her leg continued to move. “okay, go again. fuckin’ slut.” the last words slipping from her mouth caused a loud moan to rip from you, pleasure coursing through your veins— much more than you would’ve thought thigh riding could’ve done for you. You shuttered when her hands began to make your hips move again, your fresh orgasm causing your clit to still be not only puffy, but even more sore. “ellie.. ellie— ngh,” you gasped, “i can’t…” she huffed out a sarcastic laugh. “you’ll do whatever I say. i mean; look at you,” she scanned you, and your cunt throbbed under her gaze. “you’ll do whatever i say.” you nodded, it wasn’t really a choice.

[roses-for-rosalyn]

“I Came to See You”

Ellie x reader (version 2 of are you sure Miss prt 2)

Cws: farm hand Ellie x fem reader, pet names!! Instead of y/n (Darling, baby), established situationship ?, thigh riding, nipple play, so much dirty talk lmao, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! & e! Receiving), switch! Reader, switch! Ellie, no mentions of reader skin color, body type or hair color 💕

Wc: 2.5 k

Abby version

“Couldn’t hurt though.” You say as you unbutton and unzip her jeans. “Just somethin’ quick,”

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The sound of something solid hitting the glass pane of your window caused you to wake up with a jolt. You open your eyes and sit up just in time to see a tiny rock hit the glass; as if someone had thrown it. It's odd and mildly alarming, but you hadn’t quite shaken the sleepy fog from your brain, so you walk slowly towards the window. You yawn and stretch your arms as you pad over towards the disturbance. Looking down you can make out a figure in the dim moonlight. If she wasn’t so recognizable with her distinct strong build you might have panicked. Ellie is getting ready to toss another pebble just as you unlock the window and pull it up. A smile grows on her face as you peer out at her in your thin white frilly nightgown with sleepy eyes.

“Hello Darlin’, did I wake you?” She whisper yells up to you .

“Yes, but I’m up now. What are you doing here?” You ask with a groggy smile, just happy to see her pretty face again.

It had been a few days since you hooked up and they went by so painfully for both of you. You would only get to see her on your brief walks and she usually wasn’t alone. You had started taking multiple walks a day just to see if you could catch her on her own. You never did. And Ellie grew more and more desperate for you by the day.

All of this led up to tonight when Ellie got sick of coming on her own fingers to the thought of fucking you and decided she needed the real thing or she’d drop dead.

Coincidentally you had been having similar thoughts about her just before you fell asleep. You felt like you might be in a dream.

“I came to see you.” She says sheepishly.

“Oh yeah?” You can’t help but tilt your head in adoration.

“Yeah, and I was hopin’ maybe you could come down here and we could uh…” she trails off, realizing she couldn’t figure out how to politely ask you to pretty please come down to her so she could fuck you.

Luckily she didn’t have to finish her thought. “I’ll be right down.” you said before quietly shutting the window.

You ripped off your nightgown and removed your undergarments and then put it back on. Smirking at the thought of her discovering your bare body. You put on a thin silk robe and slippers and tiptoed out of the house. Every creak and groan from the old wooden floors seemed as loud as gunshots. Eventually you made it to the front, carefully unlatching the lock and slowly opening the whiny screen door. You see Ellie waiting patiently at the bottom of the porch steps, kicking up grass with her boots.

“Hi.” You whisper and her head whips up at the sound of your silky smooth voice.

“Hi.” She replies as you rush towards her, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Something in you desperately needed to feel her warm skin on yours, needed to be touched by her so badly. You rub your hands softly up and down her biceps and look up to see her smiling softly at you with a little twinkle of admiration in her eye.

“I missed ya,” she says in a sickenly sweet whisper.

“I missed you too,” and suddenly your eyes dart to her lips. You lick your own subconsciously, already hungry for her. She leans down and presses her soft lips to yours and rests her hands on your waist. You melt into her completely, wanting the warm tingly feeling of her skin touching yours to consume you. She deepens the kiss, teasing her tongue on your lips. But then she pulls away, breathing slightly heavier than before.

“We should um..” she looks down and licks her lips, trying to get her bearings, “go to the barn or somethin’..” you’re already nodding vigorously before she completely finishes the sentence. “Yeah?” She asks with an amused huff. And for some reason the way she said that simple word caused arousal to begin to pool between your legs.

She nods, “Ok let’s go.” Her calloused hand grabs yours and she begins to lead you towards the fields to the barn.

Normally you’d be a bit nervous about the critters that could be out this time of night, but not with Ellie by your side. Not much scared you when you knew she was around.

“Been thinkin’ about you… a lot.” She confesses as she rubs her thumb along the side of your hand.

“You have?” You ask in a sarcastic surprised tone, giggling a little.

“I have,” she says with a grin.

“I might’ve thought about you once or twice too.” You say as you near the small side door of the barn.

Ellie is quick to hold it open for you to step inside. Before you can even process what was happening you were against the worn wooden walls. Her hand moved up your leg, catching the hem of your nightgown and pulled it along as she made her way up your thigh. The thin fabric tickles your skin as it grazes against you and you shiver at the gentle, pleasurable feeling. Eventually after what felt like an eternity her hand reaches your bare center and she couldn’t hide her groan if she tried.

“I’d say you’ve maybe thought about me a couple more times than that Darlin’” she says with a smirk as she moves her fingers through your soaked folds. A tiny whimper escapes your lips and she takes that as an invitation.

She grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up, forcing you to straddle her hips as she walks you over to a large pile of hay in the corner.

“Ellie you know damn well that hay is going to poke and prod at me, I can’t lay down in that.” She nods, but doesn’t stop.

As she lays you down on the prickly grass she says “Don’t worry miss, you won’t notice it in a second.” You weren’t sure what she meant until she made space between your legs for her to kneel. She leans down getting closer and closer to your achy cunt and you realize she was right. All you can feel is your pussy clench around nothing as you watch her bite the hem of your nightgown. She begins pulling it up, her lips trailing against you, exposing your soft stomach and sensitive nipples. Goosebumps rise on your skin from the cool night air and you sigh in delight. Ellie abandons the hem nightgown and places her mouth onto your nipple causing you to instinctively thread your hands into her auburn hair. She began teasing her tongue around it in circles, waiting for it to harden. When she began sucking on the sensitive bud you couldn’t help but gasp at the intense feeling, your hips slightly bucking up hitting hers. Ellie could sense your desperation and decided to take a little mercy on you. She moves her knee up to your bare cunt and applies light pressure. You sigh in relief and begin grinding against the rough fabric of her jeans.

“I can feel you through my jeans baby, you’re soaked.” She says hoarsely.

“Told you I’d been thinking about you.” You say softly. Ellie groans at your words and begins matching your pace, grinding against your thigh as she teases your nipples with her warm tongue. She makes a trail of kisses up to your neck before picking a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear to suck into her mouth. She knows she can’t make a mark anywhere where people can see so, you’ll just have to wear your hair down for a bit.

“Alright I’m gettin’ impatient Miss, my apologies.” You were about to ask what the apology was for, but she’s too quick, you feel her lick a strip up your dripping folds and gasp out her name in surprise. You’re still not sure why she would apologize for this but the thought melted from your mind as she began to tease your clit with her tongue. You buck your hips up into her mouth and Ellie grunts as she hooks her arms around the back of your legs so her hands rested on your pelvis, holding you still. It’s almost like she knew how you were gonna react because when she began to gently suck on your pulsing clit you began to push against her strong grip.

You could no longer control the small jmoans falling from your lips. She forces you to endure her relentless tongue, the only thing you can think to do is thread your fingers through her hair. You can’t feel anything but her, and her warmth. She groans with delight as she laps up your sweet arousal, the sound vibrates through you, increasing the already overwhelming pleasure.

You had thought that there was no way this feeling could get any more intense. You were so caught up with the feeling of her tongue that you almost didn’t notice one of her fingers beginning to circle your entrance. She slowly inserts her thick digit, you felt a light pressure as her finger easily slid deeper inside you. You open your mouth in a silent moan as she curls her finger upward, putting just enough pressure to drive you insane. She holds there for an agonizing moment, mirroring the teasing movement with her tongue as she gently flicks your clit. Then she begins to slowly move her finger, massaging that perfect spot as she expertly moves her tongue against your folds. She adds another finger with ease. “Fuck that’s it.” You say almost a little too loud, but Ellie couldn’t bring herself to care since she was currently in her own personal heaven.

“Gettin’ close there Miss?” She asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yea-yes, please don’t stop, baby.” You whine as she mildly increases the speed of her fingers, forcing a moan out of you with every other thrust. You clench around her fingers uncontrollably as you reach the edge.

“That’s it, give it to me baby.” She whispers. And that’s apparently all the encouragement your body needs because you feel your inner thighs tingle before the pleasure in your stomach snaps like a rubber band, unleashing waves and waves of euphoria through your body. You moan out variations of the words “fuck” and “Ellie” as you ride out probably one of the most intense orgasms of your life. Your thighs grip Ellie’s head as she continues gently licking at your clit even as it becomes sensitive.

Eventually she lets up and you feel your body start to shut down. But you weren’t going to let it this time. Ellie gently kisses the insides of your thighs as she sits up. Once she’s upright you meet her there, kissing her so you can taste yourself on her lips. It’s sloppy, but oh so delicious and sweet.

“Your turn baby.” You say with a smirk. Ellie’s eyes widened, that’s probably the last thing she expected you to say. She would have been perfectly happy walking you back home at that moment, she didn’t even think about the wet patch that was growing on her jeans.

“You don’t need to do that, Miss.” you just lean closer to her, your lips beginning to brush her neck. Her breath falters for a moment. “Really I’m fine-“ she cuts herself off with a sigh as you cup her clothed center.

“Couldn’t hurt though.” You say as you unbutton and unzip her jeans. “Just somethin’ quick,” you whisper into the shell of her ear as your hand moves into her jeans, under her cotton boxers. “Until I can properly return the favor.” You gently bite the lobe of her ear and you can tell you have her right in the palm of your hand. Literally and metaphorically.

You run your finger through her surprisingly damp center, gathering arousal. “It sure feels like you need me to do this.” You say with a smirk, “you’re absolutely drenched baby.” She whimpers and tucks her head into your neck as your finger brushes against her clit. “And so sensitive.” You say with mock sympathy as you begin circling her clit with your fingertip. Her hips follow your movements, “eager little thing aren’t you?” You whisper so close to her ear that she can feel the way your lips move as you speak.

She just whimpers and it’s the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. This strong woman is reduced to whimpers and whines at your hands and the feeling was addicting. She seemed like the type to keep teasing you even as she was overcome with pleasure, but as soon as your fingers touched her where she needed it she was putty in your hand.

You removed your hand from her jeans. Your fingers were dripping with her arousal and you swear your mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. So you gently grab Ellie by the chin, forcing her to watch as you lap her arousal off of your own fingers. She watches with a slightly dazed expression, green eyes barely staying open. Then you bring your fingers to her mouth. She takes them in her mouth and licks and sucks at your fingers until you begin to pull them away. You bring your hand back down to her cunt, continuing to tease her.

Her hands wander up and down the sides of your body, occasionally gripping on to your soft flesh when the feeling of you stroking her clit became almost too much. Eventually you moved your finger downward towards her dripping entrance. And that’s when you finally get a little moan out of her. You sink your finger deeper inside her and she breathes out a loud moan into your neck, she begins sucking and nipping at your soft skin in an attempt to muffle her noises. But it just got worse as you added a second finger and began curling your fingers into her spongy walls.

Ellie could barely contain herself. You had barely done anything and she was already close. You could tell. She was clenching around your fingers. Hard. “You close baby?” You ask sweetly. Ellie just moans into your neck unable to reply.

But that just won’t do.

“You have to tell me if you're close baby, I’ll let you know when you can come.” Ellie meets your eyes, slightly surprised by how much she was enjoying this surrender of control. Her cheeks are flushed and her mouth is slightly agape, her hair slightly ruffled from earlier. You commit her fucked out expression to memory, if you ever forgot that you would never forgive yourself.

“‘M cl-close,” she mumbles into your skin.

“Good girl,” you feel her clench around your fingers at the nickname. Interesting. You begin to circle her clit with your thumb and Ellie is clearly reaching her limit. “Alright,” you sigh as you hear Ellie’s sweet moans, “come for me baby.” She spasms around your fingers and you feel her gush all around them. She writhes against your hand as her orgasm moves through her. You’re sure her moans are the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard. She was so perfect.

You remove your fingers and suck them clean as Ellie practically collapses into you.

“I think we might have left a few marks on eachother.” You say with a giggle

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Idk

Lmk what yall think 💕. Tumblr is being weird and no one is seeing my posts which is mildly annoying, I checked all my settings and stuff so idk man 🤷‍♀️

[br4tphobia]

yall know ellie and that pocket knife she alwaaysss has on her? yea..

tw : knife play, consensual sex!!

“babe..i wanna try something..” ellie is nearly inaudible, being suffocated between your thighs. she looks up at you, her pretty lashes batting at the idea she had. “that…is?” you cant help but be excited almost, you were always a curious cat. “alright—“ ellie sat up acting sucking on your clit for a split second, stealing your breath as she smiles at your reaction. “lemme know if its too much..” before you could respond something cold, but sharp presses against your sunkissed skin. it startles you..especially when it slightly digs into the crook of your neck. “dont move, angel.” ellies voice is stern..immediately having your cunt even more needier than before. the cold metal pressing against your warm flesh makes you feel a way..a way you never felt but you love it. you maintain eye contact with ellie, a look of consent, a smile crept on your face as your response. “you like that? yea you do..” seeing ellie smirk before she gave you another order. “take these off baby.” her eyes traveled down to her soaking boxers.. raising your foot near her waistband, dragging it down with your painted toes. seeing her v line appear more and more by the second. it feels like youre a dog..youre damn near drooling. i mean no one can blame you, its ellie. the way her slightly chapped but kissable lips caresses yours once you stripped her… you feel her shiver as her clit touches yours, going in for another deep kiss. as she pulls away, you fight the urge from moving. you cant help but squirm around a bit, but the sharp object stops you. “be a good girl and stay still… i’d hate to give you a scar.”

[bellswlw]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ something sweet ⇨ e. williams

ellie williams x afab!reader

wc: 554

summary: ellie takes you out for ice cream

cw: modern!ellie, established relationship, and a lot of fluff!

a/n: something i wrote half asleep this morning:,)) proofread

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“You’re so boring.” she says, her arm slouched over your shoulder before twirling her tongue around the base of her cone.

“What? How am I boring? I just don’t like chocolate.” and you turn your head to watch her, her eyes darting over the city that was cutting you both out of its orbit. It was peaceful, it was calm.

Until she jostles you a little, bringing you in closer to her. “I’m kidding. We balance each other out. I like rocky road, you like practically drinking milk, it’s a win win.”

“Ellie, how is that a win win?” and you start to realize your ice cream was melting, dripping onto your finger. You swipe your tongue across it before looking over at her watching you.

“Sorry, what?” she asked. She was staring at your mouth.

“Stop that!” and you nudge her in the side with your elbow, causing her to contort away from you with a chuckle.

She goes back to her ice cream almost immediately, and you can’t help but just watch her.

Her shoulders are relaxed, her eyes dilated and her breathing is calm and light. Happiness looks good on her, and it’s all because of you.

“I love you.” you say, looking over at her.

Ellie turns her head toward you, and it’s then that a giggle bursts out of you seeing she has chocolate smudged at the corner of her lips.

“What? What’s so funny?!” she asks, pulling away from you.

“No! Nothing you just have, a little…” and you point at your own lips, holding up a finger like a mirror to Ellie.

“Oh, oh I have something? Right here, here?” and she’s moving her hand all over her mouth, unsuccessfully wiping it off with every attempt.

“Oh here let me just—“ and with her free hand Ellie tips your chin up to kiss you, getting the sticky cream all over your face.

When she pulls apart, the smile on her face falters when she notices something on yours. “Hm. How’d that get there?” and just as she reaches to swipe it from your cheek, your tongue does it for you and pulls the chocolate into your mouth.

You look at her for a moment, and a smile soon appears on her face when you say, shyly. “Wait… it’s kinda good.”

Ellie laughs, and takes your hand with hers. “I told you!” and starts to move your hand with hers in an excited manner until you hear the plopping sound of your cone falling against the pavement.

“Ellie,” you say, your bottom lip jutting out a little bit.

She’s staring at the ground. And then back at you, and then the ground. And then she looks at her own cone, offering it to you.

“We can share mine.” she says with a smile, proud of herself for coming up with the idea all on her own.

You place your hand on her thigh lightly. “Okay it wasn’t that good. You can have it babe.” and she cocks her head at you, surprised.

“You just said you liked it! Wow, no okay. I get it. I’ll remember that…” and she turns away from you, happily hogging all of her rocky road for herself.

You pull yourself closer to her on the bench, feeling her hand graze the small of your back.

[andersonsgirl]

ellie definitely has these lame ass shirts in her closet and wears them to fairs and shit