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theresascove · 24 days ago

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hunting&f*cking

ellie williams x f!reader

you feel her presence drawing closer.

tw: SMUT, NOT proofread, established relationship, hunter/hunted kink, mild weapon kink (knife), power play ig, sex outside, degradation, fingering (r receiving), dom/top!ellie, sub/bottom!reader, fluff, make out, ellie’s stronger than r and can lift r

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A layer of snow had fallen last night. It casted a white hue whenever one would try and look around—moonlight shining dimly through the clouds and reflecting off of the white sheet that covered everything. It was beautiful, serene. The footsteps people had played amongst the ground has now since been removed, like they never happened.

“Hey,” Ellie says, puff of smoke rising from the air she exudes, “why’re you out?”

She meets you where you stand, leaning against the patio fence. Small flakes still fall down, but less often as when they did come a few hours ago.

“Could ask you the same thing,” you look back to her, smiling a bit. She shrugs with a shy expression, gloves hands coming down onto the railing—brushing the show off.

“Asked you first.”

You sigh, looking out again, “I just—I wanna just walk away sometimes. Imagine if it just took a run through those trees to forget all that the world’s become.”

“Oh,” she huffs, “deep thinking over here.”

You make the same sound she did, mocking her, “I’m serious.”

One look at her as you pass by, stepping down the stairs—feet crunching on the inches of snow piled there. You beckon her to follow you. Once you’ve reached the bottom, you spin and toss a snowball at her chest with a laugh.

She makes an offended sound, moving quicker down the steps to meet you. Her bodies warm against you as she pushes you to the ground—stopping your assault with the snowballs. You notice how her hand bunches up beside you, snow dripping from her closed fist as she brings it closer. With a rush you hold her wrist with both hands, “nonono Ellie—don’t!—“

She has the same expression, face set as she attempts to move it closer but you’re quicker. You pull her body downward, chests meeting as do your lips. She’s entirely on you, warming you but also pushing your back further into the snow—creating this contrast of temperate.

The clump of snow she had collides back where it was, falling as she placed her hand beside your head. Her lips were a bit chapped from the cold, and you’re sure yours were too. Yet, you kept pulling her back for more.

It was meant to be a distraction, and now it’s consuming the both of you—redirecting the two of you towards something else. A shift drafting in the air, changing the mood and direction. Like a soloist piece transforming into an orchestra, thoughts and needs getting louder, growing.

You reach for a better grip, spinning her around so you’re on top. One moment she was enjoying the sight of you grinding your hips on hers, next you gave her a look and pushed snow down the back of her sweater. With a scramble you’re sliding back and rushing to stand. You kick snow up as you run and you hear the same sounds from behind you.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, amping up the speed after seeing how fast she’s moving.

The lower stems from the pines hit you as you rush by, brushing against your body. You breathe out your mouth, chest heaving for air. It was a sharp and almost painful feeling when the cold air hit your lungs.

You trip over a rock, body sliding side ways into the ground. The rock was hidden under the snow, surprising you when you step down right before it. It flings you, and you’re quick to whip around towards her—well where you thought she would be. You hear her, but you can’t see her. From behind a tree she emits, moon shining from behind her and casting a shadow as she stalks up.

“Giving up?” She whispers, voice rasping.

You push off the ground, finding solid ground to help you get grip. Even now, comparatively you were in a more disheveled state than her. That wasn’t the first time you tripped, but it was the only time the trip had you falling to the ground. There were other surprises in the ground, but they only caused you to stumble. Ahead was the barn, nobody around due to the fact it was late into the night. You race towards it, believing you could hide from inside.

Truly you didn’t wish to hide. You wanted her to catch you, but not without a little struggle—you’re not that easy.

You take the last few steps towards the barn, sliding and shutting the large door. And right away that proved to be useless when her hand fell around your mouth from behind. Her arms held onto you, sliding curling around you like a snake.

“Don’t try and run again,” she exhales, breath tickling your neck, “fucking got it?”

You nod, mind growing oh so fuzzy from what’s happening. She reaches behind her to pull out her switch blade—the sound of her opening it catching your attention.

“Yeah? Like that?”

She drags it down front, popping the seams that held your jacket together. Your heart beat races, sounding in your ears. The long sleeve you had on gets ripped down the center, opening yourself up for her to drag her hand down. She takes her glove off with her teeth, letting it drop along with her switch blade before she slides her freezing hand up your stomach.

You gasp behind her hand, moving to look back at her—but she jerks you to stay in the position she had you in. Face smudged on the wooden door, back against her front as she caresses you slowly.

The second she’s sliding it down the front of your pants a whine slips and you’re pressing your bottom back heavier against her.

She shushes you, “don’t make a fucking sound. Quiet.”

You gasp and writhe against her as she opens you up, fingers pressing against your walls. Each thrust has you melting, growing dizzy and seeking after her attention for more.

“Yeahyeah,I know you like this—you’re soaked.”

You jolt when she rubs at your clit, the added stimulus bringing that heat building in your core. Ellie’s lips keep coming back onto your neck, kissing and whispering sensual nonsense in your ear.

“So needy, look at you—pushing up on me like a bitch in heat or something, shit.”

Oh how you wanted to nod, agree with her because it’s true. Here you stood, shoved and fucked against a barn door after having gotten aroused being chased by her. Pathetic behavior, really. Even more so when you actually come from it all, eyes rolling back and shivering in her hole.

“So easy,” she says, kissing your cheek and spinning you so she can dress you once again, “c’mom, we need to head back.”

Not surprising really, but it turns out she had to carry you back—arms around her shoulders while your feet dangled beside her.

“I love you,” you mumble into her neck.

She turns her head momentarily to meet you for a kiss, whispering her love back.

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elliesgaythoughts · 2 months ago

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gimme a lift

ellie williams x sub reader

warnings: public sex, fingering r! receiving, squirting.

you watched the pretty sights of the ocean below you from your window seat. engulfed in the dramatic blue hues as you felt Ellie lay her head on your shoulder and tilt her face up to place kisses along your jaw, making you hum at the tickle of her eyelashes on your skin as she pushed her face deeper into the side of your neck “hm what’s up baby?”

instead of answering. her shy self simply continues pressing the plush of her lips against the sensitive spot on your neck. she sucked softly and ran her tongue across the bruised skin. her fingertips making goosebumps appear as they trailed your flesh, up your inner thigh, towards the pair of panties you wore and lightly bumped your clit as you squeezed your eyes shut, suppressing a whimper and hiding your face in your headrest while she shamelessly licks away at you, her spit making a mess as she licks it up, groaning against your skin.

she goes to flip your skirt and dip her fingers into your waistband but you grip her wrist, your eyes pleading for her not to make you feel like this on a plane in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes as you whisper “we’re going to get caught” her eyes twinkle, almost like she enjoyed the idea of being caught with her fingers drenched as they pushed in and out of your cunt “you just gotta be quiet princess” she shrugs as she grips your thigh assuringly, making your clit beat as you bite your lip in thought and guide her hand between your legs, shooting a nod at her with a shy smile on your face.

she rests her head back on your shoulder and closes her eyes with you. to everyone else it looked like you both were sleeping. it looked almost impossible to tell that you were pulling your underwear aside as her finger slipped against the slick that glistened against your pussy as you spread your legs further. she whispers a “fuck” under her breath as yours hitches when she presses your clit softly, teasing it then massaging it in little circles as you squirmed in your seat, resisting the urge to hook your arm under you thigh and hike your leg up to make more room for the fingertip that pressed against your entrance, threatening to go deeper as it pushed only slightly inside you, making a groan slip from your throat before she pulled out and teased your huddle of nerves again.

you felt so embarrassed at the fact she had you literally wrapped around your finger, completely willing to do anything for her as you felt her finally slip her slick coated finger inside you, giving you a stare that was playful yet stern. daring you to get you both caught.

you tried to distract yourself. you tried to take in the sights of the clouds and the blues that surrounded them but you just couldn’t ignore the feel of her pressing against your g spot as your back arched in the seat and your palms pressed to the back of the chair in front of you, your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parting with almost silent breathless pants.

“ellie” she ignores your whisper of warning. she was preoccupied with the feel of you closing around her fingers, the feel of her pussy beating in her underwear and eventually the feeling of your fingernails sinking into her tattooed forearm, both of your hands squeezing onto her for dear life as your body curled in on itself. your feet left the ground as your legs crossed, wanting to keep her there forever.

“ellie!” you whisper shout in warning as your cunt clamps around her “i know” she says, zoned out at the sound of your breaths raising in pitch.

you knew how loud you got when you came and so did ellie, she knew how much you didn’t want to get caught but she also knew how much you wanted to cum when her other hand gripped your thigh as she did a quick check around her before she pulled your legs apart and dipped her head, giving a teasing kiss directly onto your clit with her fingers still inside you.

your hips stuttered as you gripped the back of her head, pulling her away from you.

your eyes teared up as you felt your orgasm creep closer even though you fought it. your eyes meeting ellies as you pleaded “i- i cant” a warning of no matter how much you fought it you couldn’t stop yourself.

she dips her head again, not minding the harsh pull you gave her auburn locks as she swiped her tongue across your clit and hummed into you before coming back up to your face, her hand covering your mouth as she almost kissed your ear, going so close, her words only for you as she spoke softly “then don’t.”

and just like that your eyes rolled back and your head followed suit, landing against the headdress as your eyes clamped shut and you whimpered against her palm. ellie faking a cough to cover the muffled pornographic sounds that hit her palm as she pulled her fingers from inside you. she gave your pussy a light pat as a ‘well done’ before rearranging your skirt.

ellie lowered her drool covered palm from your lips while you can’t help but make doe eyes at her, greatfull for her touch as your high continued to course through you.

she pecked at your cheek “you done so good for me princess” she cooed as you dozed off against her shoulder, missing the look that the old couple in the row beside you tossed in your direction. ellie simply rolled her eyes at them and sucked the taste of you off her fingers as she sighed to herself contently.

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atyourmerci · 8 months ago

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☀︎To the light is to the darkness✩

Abby X reader X Ellie

Prologue to vengeance (can be read alone)

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Summary: Abby is your childhood best friend, you did everything together, taught each other everything. You were utterly infatuated with each other until Ellie Williams enters your world.

Warning: smut, MDNI, porn w lots of plot, innocence arc, mutual pining, lots of sexual tension, mutual masturbation (in the same room, together), fingering if you squint, useless lesbians, lesbian love triangle, abby needs a hug, phoebe bridgers as her own warning, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader

A/N: okay so holy fuck did I get carried away with this one. I didn’t want to leave yall on a cliffhanger but this dynamic deserves more and I don’t want to rush through it. I hope yall enjoy. This chapter is mostly just abby but there will be lots more Ellie in the next chapter promise :)

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“Someone you couldn’t lose. You said we’re not together, so now when we kiss I have anger issues.”

She asked when it had all started. The truth was you weren’t really sure. There was no definitive date or period of time that signified the beginning or end of it.

A relationship that felt more of interlacing two souls into one that resided in two structures. Shared autonomy of mind, breath, word, and body. Unspoken feelings, touches, and stares.

What started in green fields of pink flowers and brown roots ended in dark rooms and pining embraces. Hand shakes turning into interlaced fingers, laughter filled glances turning into tense stares, and experimental pecks turning into open mouthed pants.

The first time you meet abby was at school at 15. Bright eyed and bushy tailed still untainted from the reality of the world around you. You were quite shy in those years, keeping yourself away from the wild hairs of children ready to grow up and take charge. You were okay with the stability of childhood, the sticky sweet feeling of safety and uncharted terror.

Before Abby’s dad had died, before the muscles and long locks of golden blonde hair she was reserved too. Abby was wrapped in a bubble of comfort, a loving community that doted on her. She felt no need to join the crowd of chaos when she had everything she needed.

Well she thought she did…and then she met you.

In class you had your face shoved into a notebook doodling away of ferns and dandelions you had seen in the fields early that day. If it were up to you, you’d spend every last dying breath in the fields, soaking in sunlight and trailing your fingers through the rows of flowers.

Abby sat next to you in class, always too shy to speak up to you. You always seemed so busy, either reading, drawing, or with your head in the clouds, never truly listening to the lecture ahead. She admired your creativity, attention to detail, and the utter sense of unawareness to your surroundings. She wondered why you didn’t talk to the others, you were so inviting, so pretty. She once wished to look like you, how effortlessly magnificent you looked.

She grew too curious, over zealous at the thought of being close to you, understanding you. She knew she had to speak up.

“H-hey you draw pretty cool- I mean- it’s really good…what you draw.”

You had never taken more than a glance at the freckled girl until then. She always seemed just as busy as you, so you never bothered her.

You let out a bellied laugh at the now crimson red faced girl- completely embarrassed by her attempt at recognition.

And that was that. The two of you were inseparable, attached at the hip from then on out.

Abby seemed to understand your weird quirks and odd fascinations. Even when she didn’t, she was there open minded and wide eyed to hear your lengthy ramblings on about nothingness.

Sometimes it felt like you did most of the talking. Not that it was one sided or you wouldn’t let her butt in, but rather she was completely enamored by what you thought. Sometimes all she wanted to do was to hear you talk, you were her favorite person, the own mold of herself.

She wanted to think what you thought, feel what you felt, see the world through your eyes.

As the years went on you only seemed to grow closer to abby as she grew fonder of you.

Some could call it an obsession, the way you treated each other. Not a single thought went by that the other didn’t know. If you were there, so was abby. If you knew something, so did she.

Everyday she would follow you to the fields after school, your special escape you’d learn to share with the other half of your being.

You’d make her lay across the flower ridden fields so you could draw her glistening hair kissed by the whisk of wind. She let her hair grow longer since you’d ask to braid it for her every morning. She liked it short but she wanted to let you have room to make intricate designs and lace them with weeds you’d found.

Abby would playfully nudge you when you’d draw the hump on her nose in the drawings, but you loved it too much to not appreciate it. You loved all the things she couldn’t in herself.

You two spent hours out in the field daily, even when it rained you’d make her dance around like fairies as mud splattered across your shins. Anything you wanted, she’d do as long as it was with you.

That’s when you asked her to try kissing, she’d obliged.

“Have you ever…kissed anyone?” You ask staring off into the cloud painted sky, tall grass framing your bodies.

She lets out a breathy giggle, “no… you would know if I did.”

You shrug, shoulder crashing gently into hers, “I don’t know, maybe it was too embarrassing to say.”

She trails off, “h-have you?”

“No dumbass you would know…” you push your shoulder into her turning to give her a toothy smile, “what if I’m not good when a boy kisses me?”

Her eyes remained trained onto the pillowy cloud, “you can try on me- I-if you want to.”

It was a good idea, she wasn’t going to judge you, she was your best friend, she was only there to help.

“Okay.” And without a second thought your upper body shot up and lent over hers, pressing your lips into her plush pink ones. It was gentle, only a placement amongst the flesh, yet so charged. Butterflies fluttered through your stomach and up to your throat, something you had only felt once before when you and abby went swimming.

Closeness you thought. Being close to someone causes that. How nice it was to be so close to your favorite person, maybe one day you could feel close to someone again.

After that you continued to experiment kissing. At sleepovers you’d talk about the boys you wanted to kiss, then show each other how you would kiss them. It turned into an innocent routine, pecking her before she would leave, kissing her in the fields when you felt the butterflies.

You’d told her about them- the fluttering in your stomach. Whenever you felt them she told you that she wanted to feel them too. Transferring them through the soft pink flesh, she’d say she’d feel them after.

Soon she’d tell you when she got them, to which you’d return the gesture back. As time went on, the butterflies came more often.

People were starting to notice the relationship, started talking about how close the two of you were. You’d shoo off the irrational comments and over zealous accusations, but abby never did. She just didn’t respond.

“Who am I to ask for more? But you’re breathing in my open mouth. You’re the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out.”

Abby started spending the night daily, she practically lived in your room at that point. After her dad died your relationship grew stronger than ever. In such a treacherous time she clung to the only person who truly understood her. Many a nights she spent huddled into a ball in your lap weeping as you smoothed the hair behind her ear and rubbing circles into the grown muscles in her back.

Abby had taken to working her emotions out in physical labor. Now being a solider full time out of school she had grown muscular and more rough. Her heart was still the same for you, but had grown caged off to the people around you.

Her pleasantries for the rest of the community had grown stale, only allowing a few to get near her. But you… there was always an indefinite spot inside her for you.

Since abby was always around now, in the darkness of every night, privacy had flown right out the window. Not that you had minded- there wasn’t much of really anything abby didn’t know or hadn’t seen.

But when that eery sense of familiarity crept up, when the butterflies would come at night.

She had started out sleeping on the extra bed in your room. Before she had practically moved in she’d sleep with you, but since her stay turned to no vacancy she’d taken to given you the last sense of space, even when you hadn’t asked.

In the middle of darkness as the crickets chirped outside the window you’d tell her the feeling had come back, and she’d always agree, and the room would fall silent again.

“Abby?” You call out to a darkened room, illuminated by the shine of the moon.

“Yeah?” She’d call back from the other side.

“Do you ever…fix the feelings of the butterflies. Like make them go away?”

“Uh yeah- sometimes…when it gets bad.”

“I think mine are…bad right now,” it felt embarrassing almost, there was nothing she could do to help, fix your issue. Transferring the butterflies to abby only made them worse sometimes, and you were boiling.

“M-mine too,” she admits.

“You can fix it- if you need to.”

“A-re you going to stop yours?”

“Is that okay?” You say reluctantly into the tense air coating you. Every slight move felt with a million nerves.

“Mhmm,” she responds, a rustling heard coming from her direction.

Soft hums filled the air from the feeling of release you had allowed yourself in the presence of your best friend. Abby’s breathy moans would only follow quickly after your own, never before.

Dual release become a routine. Allowing the sticky sweet sensations of climaxing in the same bedroom of your other half. It became another thing you shared with her, another check on the list of the endeavors you’d participated in with her.

Talks of the butterflies and the unleashing of them never left those four chipping walls. Some things were meant for just Abby’s ears. All best friends must do the same. You’d never heard of others talk of sorts so you sealed your lips, a secret kept like a bird in a cage.

As you both had grown accustomed to the routine things gradually got more intense. Sometimes you couldn’t get the butterflies to fly away even when you tried for hours, panting out whimpers of frustration. Even when they would go away sometimes they would crept back in immediately, your body unable to be satiated.

Abby begun sleeping in the bed with you, to calm the frustrating unnerve you felt after no avail. She’d tell you she wish she could help you, make them go away. She’d do anything to make you happy.

That’s when you started touching yourselves next to each other. The routine was upheld for so long that it felt natural to do it even when she was right next to you. First fully covered, then in undergarments, to finally completely bare.

Seeing Abby’s bare flesh only made it worse. You weren’t stupid, the pieces were falling into place before your eyes. But you hadn’t seen anyone else naked before, maybe it would be the same. Her flesh so pale, her nipples shades of pale pink roses, and the hair that trailed down to her folds as golden as wheat. You had never seen something so magnificent, so beautifully crafted.

That was something you didn’t share with her. The drawings of her bare flesh. You made sure to memorize each chisel, line, and freckle to be as accurate as possible once you got to your notebook. With every piece of her revealed opening thousands of opportunities to draw her art. She was so fucking beautiful.

“When was the first time?” The auburn girl had asked you.

It all had meshed into a blur, what had happened and when it did. When you and abby had started sleeping together it started on opposite ends. Heat not close enough to sting your flesh but the air still tense enough to be cut clean with a blade. As time grew on and the routine becoming daily, the space between you started to close in. Knees brushing as your legs wavered, arms transferring sticky sweat in the blistering heat of arousal.

The inevitable placement of foreheads touching as you watched each other fall apart, watching the butterflies flutter out of her throat with every pant.

From what you could call the ‘beginning’ of sorts, rather an act of mercy, came from her.

You found yourself in the familiar position of unnerve. Rubbing aimless quick circles on your abused clit. It became a matter of principle at the point, needing to fulfill the urge even knowing the outcome would leave you more helpless than before. Abby’s butterflies were far gone, now rubbing lazy stripes down her slit in attempt to not let you feel alone. She never wanted you to feel like she wasn’t completely enthralled by your every move.

Your leg sprawled across her own, wide open, bucking your hips into the air as you let out frustrated grunts, eyes sealed shut in concentration. She just watched. She loved watching you touch yourself. Abby felt like the luckiest girl in the world getting to watch you, kiss you, feel you. She wanted to feel more of you, every atom in your body she’d kiss if you’d allow it.

“Let me help” she said, eyes trained on your open mouth.

Your brain was too fuzzy to even comprehend the depth of the act, so pent up and eager.

“Mhmm,” was all you could muster up. As her calloused fingers transferred from her skin to your abdomen, your body jolted up. You had never been touched by another. Not like this. She took her time running the tips of her fingers from your side to the mound, taking your hand and moving it your thigh so she could replace it with her own.

Something deep in your belly erupted when you felt her fingers meet your clit. A flock of doves released from their cage, a gasping goldfish meeting water. An exaggerated sigh of relief came out as a depraved moan. Every nerve in your body heightened by her gentle touch.

She drew cautious and attentive swipes across the newly swollen bud, watching for when your breath would hitch.

“You’re so warm,” she said studying your face as it contorted in pleasure. Your chin raised high, burying your scalp into the frilly pillows below. She had then studied the flesh around your neck, oh why had she never noticed that. How thin the skin was there, how close she could get to you in that space.

“I-it feels b-better when you do it,” you admit to her, water in her hands, hips grinding into the soft touch of her. “Y-yeah really?” She says, perking up, so pleased with knowing she could make you feel better. She’d do anything to make you feel better.

You let your stagnant hand run down her chiseled chest to meet her mound, her sticky slit pooling at her core. You meant to return the favor, an eye for an eye. “It’s okay- just let me help you.”

You shook your head in agreement, but let your hand rest on the pulsing flesh, you wanted to feel her like she felt you.

With every gentle circle she took you closer to release. It was so much faster when she did it. When you did it together before you would lie there for hours flicking at the raw skin to no avail, but in minutes she had you tipping at your edge.

Her strokes felt akin to the ones on your notebook, gentle and cautious direction, seeking a desirable outcome. You’d thought to picture this, able to recreate this on paper shielded from her eyes. What would she think if she saw them? Maybe you’d grown too fond of the other half of your heart.

“Abby!” You scream out, nearing your pending release.

“Y-yeah? D-does it feel okay- are you okay?” She perks up in concern, helplessly worried she had hurt you.

“Yes- Yes! It- it’s coming,” you pant out, body slick with sweat as your arousal pools below you. A sloppy mess of bodies interlaced with remorseless pleasure.

“Let me feel them, I want to feel them,” abby says inches from your face, intently watching the contortions of your face below her. The butterflies, oh how she wished she could flutter in your tummy as they do so effortlessly.

You cave shamelessly, pressing into the soft pink flesh. You try to keep them stable, but as you reach the cliffs edge you can’t help but moan pathetically into her throat. Your hips thrust into the calloused fingers, chasing the lasting feelings of her, escaping your doom and passing the burden through your lips onto hers.

You did draw of this, and every time after that. It became an obsession, mental images snapshotted to accuracy for replication later.

The routine increased in frequency and intensity. Exploring each other’s most sacred places. She would let you touch her sometimes, but only when she was touching you. Abby seemed more interested in your pleasure than her own. But she cared about you, she never wanted you unsettled. She wanted to be your salvation.

“I ask you how you’re doing and I let you lie. But we don’t have to talk about it, I can walk you home and practice method acting. I’ll pretend being with you doesn’t feel like drowning.”

“Does she make you feel them?”

She asked when it had all started. The truth was you weren’t really sure. There was no definitive date or period of time that signified the beginning or end of it.

Ellie Williams was so…vulgar, erratic, a ticking time bomb. The pieces of the puzzle connected at last when you lied eyes on the auburn haired girl.

She had entered the WLF as gentle as a bomb to a building. Fiery hot attitude, a chip on her shoulder, and drowning green eyes. At first glance she utterly captivated your ever fleeting thoughts.

When she first walked through the corridors of the stadium your eyes fixed on her, staring rudely at her every move. “Who is that, the girl?” You ask the unfazed blonde next to you, too busy working at sharpening a blade, “names Ellie, they say she’s trouble. By the looks of her, checks out.”

“What did she do? Why is she here?” You continue your glare, taking note of the pink scare rippled along the crest of her eye.

You had never drawn anyone other than abby, but the girls features were so strong, the strokes would come naturally in your grasp. A secret muse possibly, even from a far.

“I don’t know- stay away from her. She reeks of trouble,” she’d remark, finishing off the blade and leading you off to a pending mission.

You tried, you really did. She was so compelling, and you? You were a bee to honey. Was she soft unlike her features? Did she speak of the world beyond her? Did she like to watch the clouds mesh into unlikely objects? Did she know of the butterflies and their ever present existence in your lungs?

Your notebook grew of only her, the short frayed hair, the pink scare, the freckles that littered her face. So effortlessly magnificent she was, unknowingly your own secret work of art.

Until abby found them.

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yvesntul · 6 months ago

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ellie williams x reader ୨୧ ♡

use of strap, slight degradation, slapping, hair pulling, overstimulation, oral ( reader receiving )

‘ what did i tell you about acting like a fucking brat in front of my friends ? ‘ ellie delivered a harsh slap to the back of your thigh, a gasp leaving your lips at the painful sensation. you and ellie had been at a party thrown by none other than jesse when your girlfriend finally snapped. ‘ wanna grind against me and whisper shit in my ear all for you to leave and not answer your phone when i’m calling you. ‘ she pulled off your denim skirt, leaving you in your heels. ‘ i just wanted your attention. ‘ you winced as she pushed your head into the pillows of your bed, lining herself up with your entrance.

‘ yeah, well you have it now. ‘ she pushed herself inside of you, your hands flying out to grip the sheets. ellie grunted as she started thrusting, her pace unforgiving. ‘ this is what you wanted all night ? wanted me to fuck you ? ‘ she balled up your hair, yanking hard as you moaned. ‘ y-yes, ellie— fuck ‘ you stuttered, squeezing around her cock. ‘ shit, ‘ she cursed, one hand digging into your hip, and the other holding you down by your neck. ellie felt like she was on cloud nine, forgetting that she was supposed to be punishing you.

she pulled out, making you whine at the sudden empty feeling between your legs. ‘ i’m not supposed to be giving you what you want. ‘ she turned you over, your pretty face making her breathing stutter as she pulled you to the edge of the bed. your eyebrows knitted in confusion before you felt her tongue attack your clit, your back arching as a coil started forming in your tummy. your fingers ran through her hair, tugging at the roots when a particular stroke of her tongue made your toes curl. you mewled, your hips chasing her lips as you felt your orgasm nearing.

ellie knew your body through and through, pulling away from your soaked cunt when your chest started rising and falling with each breath. you whimpered, about to interject before she slammed into you again, dragging your legs on top of her shoulders. ‘ i can’t, ‘ you reached for her, tears welling in your eyes as she pinned your arms down. ‘ you’re gonna fucking take it. ‘ ellie groaned, her free hand covering your mouth as you moaned against her palm.

ellie moved her hand, satisfied to see your lipgloss smudged against your skin, looking like a fucked out mess underneath her. she felt herself teetering on the edge herself, her thumb rubbing hard circles on your clit. ‘ els, please let me cum .. ‘ you nearly screamed at the added penetration, ellie leaning down to kiss you. ‘ let me hear you, baby, give it to me. ‘ with her permission, the coil in your stomach snapped, your breath getting stolen out of your lungs as you shook in her arms.

ellie’s pace didn’t slow, and neither did her thumb on your clit as you whimpered at the overstimulation. ‘ you’re gonna give me one more, right angel ? ‘ she got on her knees, her mouth latching onto your clit for the last time. ‘ wait— oh, god. ‘ your back arched off of the sheets, the feeling of her fingers curling inside of you and hitting that sweet spot making you see stars. ‘ i can’t, ellie ! ’ you sobbed, your legs closing around her head. she looked up at you, her eyes dark as she separated your thighs, pinning them down so you couldn’t move.

you gasped, cried, and thrashed until she brought you to a second orgasm, this one stronger than the first. you stopped breathing, your eyes rolling back as ellie entered you to finally get herself done. ‘ holy shit, yn. ‘ she cupped your face, her fingers tapping on your throat to urge you to take a breath. ‘ e-ellie, ‘ your voice sounded weak as you came down from your high, your girlfriend leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw. it wasn’t until after she pulled out of you that she finally let go of your thighs, your legs falling limp. ellie looked down, taking your heels off before pulling the covers over you.

your eyelids fell heavy with sleep, the girl next to you tracing shapes into your skin as she pressed a kiss in the curve of your neck, whispering against your skin. ‘ did you learn something today ? ‘ you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips. ‘ no.. ‘

this uglee n rushed asfk srry

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou #the last of us #wlw #lesbian

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sw33t-d1vine · 1 year ago

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── ✮Traitor. William Afton!

ー W. Afton x Cloud

ー cw : SONGFIC , angst… mentions of abuse, Cloud is depressed :( , rlly sad….. break up , cloud is crying

ー word count , 670

ー a/n : PART 2 !!! i DONNNT really like the ending , but i did write it at 4am, so it is what it is… for context on why Bonnie is like this towards Cloud though , Bonnie was canonly agressive in the games, and we wanted to keep that in. i think the reason we made cloud n bonnie together was because either , A. in his OG au (Security Breach), he and Bonnie were a thing before Bonnie disappeared, or B… some guy tried shipping him with Cloud in an RP server and we thought it was really funny LMFAOO !! SORRY THIS IS SO LONG , i just wanted to put context for the whole story..

ー part 1 ,

God, I wish that you had thought this through.

Finally, after months of waiting, it was prom night. The music blasted through the speakers, people dancing and chatting amongst themselves.

Cloud didn’t exactly want to be there. He only came because Afton told him to, begging and telling him “Its a one time thing”.

While Afton was right, he just didn’t want to go. He didn’t see a point in going, not when his boyfriend didn’t bother to even talk to him about it.

He had to force Bonnie to go because he needed a date, and of course, being his boyfriend, he brought Bonnie.

Before I went and fell in love with you

Bonnie never seemed to have cared for him.

At first, Bonnie showered him in love and affection, and then over time, he pushed him away. Like he was only there as a toy.

Cloud didn’t know why Bonnie didn’t just break up with him. Maybe he just wanted to use him, or maybe he felt pity.

He never talked to anyone in school either. He stuck out, no one liked him.

Thats when Bonnie started to talk to him. He didn’t know why though. He could’ve done it because he was bored. Either way, Cloud fell too quickly.

Bonnie was the only person who had ever talked to him, and eventually, they started dating.

Affection, love and gifts were all given to him.

It slowly started to go, however. There were no more gifts, no more affection and no more love. Bonnie was bored of him.

And still, they stayed together. Cloud didn’t want to leave him, and Bonnie kept him as if he were a pet.

Now Cloud was doing the gifting. But it just didn’t seem like enough.

When she's sleeping in the bed we made

It had even gotten to the point where Bonnie had cheated on him.

Obviously, being too desperate, Cloud forgave him.

He forgave him because Bonnie was the only person who talked to him and kept him around. Even if good things weren’t said or being around meant getting a little hurt. He didn’t care.

He just wanted to be with someone.

Even while being with Bonnie did cause him to fall into depression, he was all he had.

That was before he met Afton.

Don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me.

Staying with Afton and Clara during the whole party felt nice. Even if watching the two dance and get all touchy together got him jealous.

Deciding to finally head back, Cloud gave the two a small wave, before turning and leaving to look for Bonnie.

And of course, Bonnie was with a girl. His hands rested on her hips, his body leaning slightly forward and a smirk plastered on his face.

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

Cloud had enough.

He marched over, glaring hard at Bonnie, who was too busy making gooey eyes at the girl next to him.

“You CHEATER!” He hissed, watching Bonnie quickly turn to him. He gave him a look, before standing and reaching over.

Cloud swatted his hand away, giving Bonnie a mean look. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit, Bonnie! I’m done being pushed and abused by you! I’ve done nothing but CARE for you, and this is how you repay me?!” He gestured to the girl and crossed his arms. “Thats it, we’re done.”

Turning away and holding back tears, he walked off. Or tried to.

Bonnie had reached out and grabbed his arm, twisting him so he could face him. “Angel..” He warned.

For the way I hurt, yeah

Cloud winced at the harsh contact, and pulled his arm away, “Don’t.” He muttered. “We’re done. Over.” He glared, walking off and out of the party.

He didn’t know what had happened after that, blocking every sound around him as he walked out.

He went home crying.

You'd talk to her when we were together, You gave me your word, but that didn't matter

#william afton #fnaf #springtrap #five nights at freddys #william afton x reader #fnaf william afton #william afton x you #springtrap x reader #five nights at freddy's #william afton x cloud #william x cloud #i love them:(#bonnies a BITCH !!#part 3 soon dont worry…#Spotify

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vxsellie · 25 days ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ THE UNITY IN PAIN

synopsis. soldier!ellie williams x field medic!reader. after being horribly wounded in battle, ellie is brought to you on a stretcher. she'd been blown up by a fucking landmine when her guard was down. however, for some reason, the agony in her mutilated leg instantly subsides as her gaze falls onto you. everything dulls in comparison to your vibrance.

notes. this is so random & probably won't even get that much attention bc of how sporadic the trope is, but! this thought came to me and i've been unable to rid my mind of it since i first imagined it also! yes, i changed the synopsis a bit from how it was originally posted when i asked about tagging. i just rewatched g.i. jane & was hungry for writing a war scene rather than just pure romance yk

warnings. descriptions of gore, war, corpses, death, and blood. unrealistic medical depictions.

wc. 3.6k

the sound of gunfire and screams fill ellie's ears as she runs across the battlefield. her thick combat boots kick up sand with each step she takes, gun clutched firmly against her chest just as she'd been taught. her comrades run alongside her, only a few hundred feet away from the helicopter waiting to take them back to safety a few miles out. her mouth nearly waters at the idea of a hot meal and cold shower. the dirt that clings to her skin is—

boom!

ellie's body suddenly goes flying up into the air, thudding against the ground a few feet away. she groans, ears ringing as she struggles to get onto her knees. as she attempts to move, a jolt of pain shoots up her left leg and agony grips her with an iron fist.

she squeezes her jaw shut. screaming past clenched teeth as she continues to move around, albeit fruitlessly. her body is on fire, every single nerve set aflame as her entire being protests the very notion of so much as breathing.

"williams is down!" she can hear someone shout through her earpiece, relaying the news back to those in the helicopter. she'd usually feel embarrassed at the declaration. but at the moment, she can hardly think straight enough to feel anything. "she must've triggered a landmine! her leg is— just— send a medic! over!"

a few more voices shout in her earpiece as thudding boots can be heard jogging toward her. she screams, continuing her futile attempts at reforming dignity. but all she manages to do is writhe around in pain.

hands are suddenly grabbing at her, comrades holding her under the arms and by the thighs as they haul her onto a stretcher. every movement sends her body into another wave of torment, leg numb as every muscle and nerve screams at her. as the soldiers jog with the stretcher in tow, she continues to groan and writhe, mind muddled by whatever injury she endured and blood loss.

a sudden flash of white can be seen moving in the corner of her eye. she lulls her head in the direction of the color, seeing a field medic rushing over to the stretcher. you walk in stride with the soldiers carrying her, speaking frantically as you assess the situation and how best to approach it.

and, instantly, all the pain in ellie's body vanishes. her mind focuses solely on you and the cloud of gentility you've placed over her without so much as a glance in her direction. her lips part as she pants, eye lidded as she stares up at you with blown pupils. whoever you are, she wishes to see more of you from now on.

you continue to bark orders at the soldiers and demand answers to questions. the sheer power you hold over these militia men is daunting and she loves it.

the thudding footstep sound suddenly shifts, boots no longer against hardened sand and now on thick metal. she looks away from you to blink at her surroundings. the interior of the helicopter spins as she glances around, nothing solid except for your face. so she turns back to you.

this time, however, you're looking right back at her. you're a mere inch from her face as you squint at her, taking in every detail of her. the soldiers ease the stretcher onto the floor as you take over the situation and the copter whirs into power and lifts into the air.

"what's your name, soldier?" you ask, crouching to one knee as you reach into your back pocket, still watching her closely.

"my—" she blinks, taken aback.

"you don't know your name?" you ask her before shaking your head and muttering under your breath, "oh, that's a bad bad sign."

"what? no. nonono, i know my name." she rushes out, words slurred as delirium is beginning to effect every action she takes. "it's— i'm ellie williams."

you raise a brow at her switch-up but say nothing. instead, you nod and pull out a rolled cloth. you shift lower on her body, now crouched at her hips rather than her face. she watches you with bright eyes despite the dullness of the rest of her.

"well, ellie williams." you say, unraveling the cloth to reveal a line of tools and blades to have been hidden within. you grab one of the scalpels. at least ellie thinks it's a scalpel. she's not the smartest at medical shit. you clutch the blade and turn to her. "this mangled leg of yours isn't making it back to base."

"it—" she stammers, voice scratchy and rough in her raw throat. "what's that mean?"

you give her a pitying look, "amputation."

"what're—"

her words are cut off by you driving a second blade into her uninjured leg. she screams out in pain, mind instantly made distracted by the knife in her right leg to pay any mind to the way you're severing off her already wounded one. seeing as it's already numb and almost completely removed at the knee, it makes it easy for you to remove. the issue, though, is your lack of access to sedatives at the moment. and if the blood loss didn't kill ellie, the pain surely would. so, the knife you'd just driven into her right thigh was for her sanity.

she throws her head back, screams tearing from her throat and bouncing off the metallic walls of the helicopter. you grit your teeth and continue, knowing you've ought to make this as quick as humanly possible to ensure ellie will be alive by the time you make it to base.

once you get to her bone and swap tools for a stronger ones, her deafening screams only grow in volume. while the rest of the crew covers their ears and winces at the sound of their comrade in such anguish, you know her screams are a good thing. they're a tell tale sign that she's alive and still feeling pain regularly.

her hands are clutching the edge of her stretcher, knuckles white with pressure applied to her grip. you finish the removal and replace the sharp tools with a roll of gauze. "shh. i know, i know. but look, we're almost done, just have to wrap it now." you mutter under your breath as you work. talking while working keeps you in order and ellie seems to appreciate it as well, her voice dying in her throat as she nods in a daze.

she pins her eyes to your face, watching you once again as you work. you can feel her gaze boring into your face as you tie off her leg at the knee, securing blood flow and bandaging the exposed flesh. afterward, you yank the knife from ellie's right thigh, sending her body to jolt as she yelps. you're quick to tend to her, though, wrapping her thigh alongside her left (half) leg.

you finish the job and almost collapse from your adrenaline rush crashing so fast. ellie's chest rises and falls as she huffs out heavy breaths of air, her eyes blinking slowly as her jaw hangs open. her auburn hair clings to her sweaty skin, the perfect depiction of what war and fatigue can do to a person. only a few minutes ago, she was unwounded and the entire crew was on their way back to base unscathed. in mere seconds, that was obliterated alongside ellie's leg. one misstep and she's lost a limb for the rest of her life.

but this is exactly why you're here; this is your purpose here. helping people the way nobody was able to help your father.

you know what it's like to lose a loved one. to wait at the front door as a child only for big militia men to appear in his stead with a triangularly folded flag to offer their condolences and apologies. the piece of fabric felt a pathetic replacement for your father — the one who taught you to talk, walk, eat, everything. but you still cherished it, promising your little adolescent self that you'd make sure no other family would go through this. not if you could help it, at least.

and now, thanks to you, whoever ellie's family is will be seeing her return. albeit a little less of her, but it'll be her nonetheless.

"what's your name?" she slurs from her spot on the stretcher, pulling your attention away from your thoughts and back down to her mangled form. her hands lay palm up as they release from their death grip on the edge of the stretcher.

"i don't think you should be the one asking the questions here, miss williams." you tell her with a glint of playfulness in your eye. ellie huffs out a laugh but ends up coughing, having to turn her head to the side in case of vomit. you look away, instead using this time to place your tools back into their sheath, mentally scolding yourself to remember to wash them off later.

"ask away," ellie roughs out, her voice still chalky and in desperate need of water.

"age? birthplace? mother's maiden name? any siblings? pets?" you list of questions as you slip the blades back into the fabric. these questions are the one regularly used when checking to be sure a patient's memory hasn't been impaired and their brains are screwed on correctly. if ellie can answer every single one without fail, she's perfect.

"woah woah," she says, "slow down."

"okay fine." you give in, rolling your fabric and slipping it into your medic coat pocket. you turn to her, shuffling close to her face as to be respectful. "what'd you eat for breakfast this morning?"

"mm, that's too easy." she smirks, though you can tell the action hurts her. her lips are split, causing the slightest quirk of her mouth to cause pain. despite this, she continues, likely unaware that you'd even noticed. "scrambled eggs, they were stale. master chief said they're all we had though, so i was smart enough t' not complain."

"smart girl." you chuckle. the blush that creeps to ellie's cheeks doesn't go unnoticed. but you say nothing, offhandedly deeming it to be all due to her wound-induced delirium.

"what'd you have?" she asks. "do medics get special treatment or what?"

you scoff, "oh i wish. unfortunately, i had the same shit as you, williams. master chief's stale eggs."

she laughs at this and you find yourself adoring the sound. the rest of the crew is talking and laughing with each other, a low hum of conversation filling the air. louder than that, the noisily whirring helicopter begins to lower to the ground, deafening in its boisterousness. despite all of that, ellie's laughter is what rings loudest in your ears. you ignore the full-body reaction and instead busy yourself with something else.

you stand from the floor, nodding toward the men seated opposite the helicopter from you and ellie. they notice your movement and instantly stand and jog over to you. there's five of them.

"when this thing lands, i want you five to haul her out of here." you demand, chin raised and shoulders set. the men nod, accepting their newly appointed roles. you're not done, though. "afterward, you'll bring her into the medical tent and lay her down on whichever cot i point out to you."

the men listen, not daring to argue with you. as someone who's worked for the military for three years now, you've managed to amass a rather impressive reputation for a medic. the higher ranked officers know you by name from your father and therefore respect your deeply. but it's not only your lineage that's got you to where you are. on top of your father's residual impact on your life, you're also the best medic this army has ever seen. they need you. due to this, the officers have driven it into the soldiers' minds that you're to be respected and listened to for fear that you'll leave if not. that's not true, of course, but you allow them to think it.

and when the time comes, the men hold their end of the deal. as soon as the helicopter lands against the grassy land of your militia base, the haul ellie's stretcher into the air and escort her off the machine and into the medical tent. you follow after them, hurrying in front of them when you get to the tent as to be there in order to point out which cot she's to be placed upon.

the tent is lined with wounded soldiers. most of them aren't freshly injured, instead in here to heal and recover from previously inflicted damage. some of them are mental while others are physical, calling for a colorful array of people packed into the tent.

"there," you say, gesturing toward the first empty cot you see. "lay her down gently, y' hear me?"

"yes ma'am." the reply in unison, placing her down onto the white sheets as softly as possible. then, they stand at ready for dismissal. when you're sure they hadn't somehow managed to injure ellie, you dismiss them and they're quick to rush out the tent and rejoin their crew.

ellie lies atop the cot, her severed leg looking shockingly well, all things considered. her breathing has evened out and her hands no longer yearn to grip the nearest thing to her. progress, you'd say.

"when dinner is served, i'll be sure to bring you a tray." you tell her, pulling your cloth from your coat and unraveling it over a nearby cart of medical supply. ellie's eyes are on you again. in the way that sends sparks through your nerves and hammering through your heart. you hate it. but you also think you'll live the rest of your life chasing this very feeling that ellie gives you. whatever that may be.

"y' don't have to." she mumbles, voice quiet and graveling with exhaustion. her eyelids are weighed with her being tired. you frown, wiping your tools clean as you look at her from over the cart.

"yes i do." you insist. "it's the least you deserve."

her brow knits at this, threaded with confusion. "wha'd'you mean?"

"you're a war soldier, williams." you tell her, finishing your tool tending and crossing your arms over your chest. "you and your crew put your life in danger every fucking day. the least i could do is get you a tray of damn food."

"y' say that like y' don't spend your life tendin' t' us." she slurs. "y' don't owe me anythin'."

"i watch you guys, y'know." you tell her. "when the medical work runs low and i run out of shit to do, i sit outside and watch the soldiers train. and let me tell you, just watching what you're put through is enough to never make me want to go anywhere near your job. you're forced to work through harsh weather and grave situations."

her eyes are pinned to you as you speak. and, for some reason, her gaze has a certain weight to it that makes you want to simultaneously cower from her and run at her. it's driving you mad. but you can't look away, your eyes staying trained on hers as you continue.

"all the while, i sit in some tent and stitch people up all day." you say. "so let me at least bring you some fucking dinner. and don't you dare tell me no, williams, because i won't listen."

she blinks, "now i see why y' scare the shit outta everyone."

"are you saying that you're scared of me?" you narrow your eyes at her, rounding the cart to approach her cot with a raised brow.

"i'd be a damn fool not t' be." she chuckles, shocking you both as she manages to not cough this time. "dunno how y' did it, but everyone know better than t' fuck with you."

"perfect." you grin at this. though, when you see the look on ellie's face, you shoot her a deep scowl. "don't you go ruining my reputation now, williams. when you leave this place, you better tell everyone i was a complete bitch to you."

"yes ma'am." she agrees with a wide smile. your heart nearly melts at the sight of it.

ellie looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, her eyes darting between each of yours as she continues to smile ever so slightly. in her gaze, you're literally perfect. a painting made by someone who'd experienced nothing but beauty and love in their life. and her delirium only adds onto this, making you out to be even more alluring and angelic than before.

i mean, who could blame her? she'd been dying in the sand, writhing and screaming. and suddenly, the most beautiful woman she'd ever laid her eyes on is walking onto the scene and taking the world by storm, voice strong and gaze even stronger. she was incapable of looking away the entire time you tended to her.

"oh!" you suddenly burst out, mind reminding her of something. you turn away from her to grab something and she instantly wants to force you to turn back toward her. you turn back around a moment later, orange bottle of pills in your hand. "want any painkillers?"

her eyes instantly light up, "please."

"don't sound so desperate now, williams." you tease, unscrewing the lid and pouring two of them into the palm of your hand. you pass them to her and she downs them instantly, no water needed. you smile, "not only will they lessen the pain, but they'll help you to fall asleep too. i know personally how hard it is to rest knowing that half your leg is missing, so.."

her gaze trail down your body, taking in your complete limbs. though, she ought to admit she allowed her eyes to wander a bit, taking in the curves and dips of your body as she imagines what it'd be like to memorize each feature with her mouth.

she looks back up at your face as though she weren't just imagining the most filthy things about you. "doesn't seem like you'd know personally. y' have all your legs."

"well, not personally, i suppose." you agree, waving a dismissive hand at her comment. "my father was missing an arm, a few fingers, and most of his ear. so i know more closely than most, but you're right it's not exactly personal."

"your father was in the military, right?" she questions, eyes drooping as the pills begin to kick in. "super high rank. i've heard his name 'round."

"yep," you nod pridefully.

"that's—" she blinks harshly, sleep wrapping its hands around her as it beckons her to give in to its taunting. "that's so awesome."

"do you even remember what we were talking about?" you laugh.

she sighs heavily, thinking hard. "uhh,"

"it's fine," you assure her, watching her with a fond smile. "go to sleep, now. you've deserved it."

"mm," she hums, seeming to be incapable of processing your words. she then reaches a hand toward you, fingertips brushing the coat of your white jacket stained with her blood. "wanna do me a favor?"

you raise a brow, "what type of favor?"

"t' help m' sleep." she murmurs. you take a step closer, barely able to hear her. a small smile tugs her lips at your proximity. "kiss me."

your eyes widen, "i can't—"

"pleaseee." she begs, voice rough with sleep.

"i'd feel guilty the rest of my life, williams." you struggle to explain. "you're in pain and on a heavy drug. plus, we've just met and i've never seen you without some sort of delirium effecting you. i can't kiss you or i'll feel like i took advantage of you."

"but 'm asking." she continues to plead with you, pale green eyes looking up at you through droopy eyes and filthy hair.

she looks so fucking perfect like this, her features rested and vulnerable. something about the sight of her feels intimate. you'd seen her before, of course. she's ellie williams. she's an absolute monster on the field. she's not super high ranking seeing as she's only been in for a year and a half, but she's well respected and liked among the men.

before this, you'd only ever seen her wrestling with big buff men and scaling walls in her uniform. but right now, she's anything but the woman you'd previously deemed her to be. and, oddly, you think you might like this better. like you're seeing as side of her that nobody else is allowed to see. like a secret.

"how about this," you say.

you then lean forward and press your lips to her forehead. she shuts her eyes, relaxing against the feel of the kiss. she hums lowly, shoulders drooping into the pillow. you pull back and her eyes remain closed. as though she's trying desperately to draw the moment out for as long as possible.

"that way," you tell her, "you get your kiss and i don't feel guilty about it."

"smart girl," she hums, mimicking the very words you'd said to her earlier. you smile, though she doesn't see her as her eyes remain closed. when she opens them, they're bloodshot from pure fatigue. "when 'm all better, will y' kiss me? like, a forreal kiss?"

you laugh, shaking your head fondly, "sure, ellie. why not?"

the sound of her name on your tongue and the promise of a possible future kiss is enough for her. she shuts her eyes and burrows deep into the pillow. the pain in her amputated leg remains long forgotten as her mind is far more interested in the memory of your smile and the sound of your voice, dreams full of naught but you all night long.

a kiss from an angel.

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ellabscrush · 8 months ago

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— when i suck it, i look in your eyes

strap sucking w/college!ellie williams x fem reader

🇵🇸 boycott & ways you can help 🇵🇸

» cw; mdni, fem!reader, afab!reader dom!ellie, stubborn!reader, dirty talk, praising, finger sucking, breast play, no use of y/n

» sypnosis; your girlfriend has been studying for hours and you’re getting needy. knowing her weakness, she finally gives in and oh how she needed a distraction from her studies.

» a/n; hii, this is my first drabble, i’m nervous lol ᰔ hope you enjoy!

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“els i’m boredd,” you dragged your feet as you walk over to the couch where your girlfriend is typing on her keyboard like crazy.

ellie jumps, “uh… not done yet babe,” her eyes never leaving the screen.

you rolled your eyes.

you don’t know what’s gotten into you. you tried respecting her space because often times you would let your girlfriend come over to do her homework and enjoyed each other’s presence. it was chill. she would give you some sort of affection from time to time.

however, ellie has been sitting in the same spot for hours. no lunch break, bathroom break, or checking on her girlfriend break.. it was frustrating on your behalf. still watching her in silence as her eyes stare at the bright screen, you try again.

“so you’re just gonna write all day and not give me a kiss?” you teased, no answer from the brunette.

“ellie williams i’m talking to yo-“

“just give me five minutes fuck!” ellie snaps, cutting you off.

not only you hate it when ellie ignored you, but you absolutely despised yelling. even when you both know she doesn’t mean to. you weren’t mad cause that’s when you realized she was tensed and finally needed a break. you know exactly what she needs.

ellie closes her eyes, “s-sorry for yelling i didn’t mean to-“ she stammered.

you’ve had enough. you grabbed her laptop off her lap and adjusted yourself on hers. knowing her weakness, you lift up your shirt to expose your bare tits infront of her face. her expression had changed from confused to serious quickly.

“this is how i get your attention huh?” you smirked.

suddenly, ellie grabs your neck and both of your lips clashes to eachother, resulting in a sloppy make out while her other hand is firmly gripping onto your waist.

the kiss was fast, deep, and desperate. oh how much you missed her. she missed you even more.

“you know me so fucking well” she whispers in between, “and so fucking needy.”

you whimpered at her words, “very.”

your voice is like heaven in her ears. the kisses slowly went to your neck, and down to your breasts. ellie’s slender hands pushed your tits up, making you gasp because of how hard her grip was.

“f-fuck be gentle please..” you shut your eyes as she bites the living skin off your tits.

“shut the fuck up.” ellie hisses, slapping your tits.

the unexpected gesture made you turned on. your hips start to rock over her jeans, trying to find some friction. your girlfriend is just in cloud nine right now watching you crave for her attention.

your hips move faster, “baby.. need you so bad..” you cried.

ellie’s face lights up, she didn’t say a word but gently lifted you off her lap and disappeared in the bedroom to get a little surprise. she soon came back with your favorite dildo infront of your face, turned on just seeing this sight of ellie.

“on your knees,” ellie ordered, “since you’ve been pestering me all day i need you to be a good girl for me..”

she says as her thumb circles around your mouth, wanting to be let in your wet mouth. so you obeyed.

“mm, fuck” she chuckles, “you really wanted this huh?”

you nod with those fuck eyes of yours. you didn’t even realize it but your shirt was still lifted up, exposing your bare chest. ellie’s free hand starts massaging them as they are her little stress balls.

“want my cock in your mouth?” ellie whispers, “mmm y-yes,” you mumbled.

so desperate that you start stroking her strap, ellie was soaked in her boxers at this point.

ellie then took her thumb out and guided her strap into your mouth. grunting like she swore she could felt it. it was a sight. a sight where ellie pulled out her phone and started recording you sucking her cock in and out, whispering praises.

“good slut..”

“that’s my girl, go deeper for me..”

“want this cock in your tight cunt later..”

the room was filled with filthy lewd sounds like a porno , honestly it could be if ellie posted that video. but she would never. it was only hers to see.

your mouth was getting sore but ellie kept pushing you in more, making you choked a little bit. not only she loved hearing the sounds of your wet slick, she loved to hear you cry and gag on her strap.

muffled words coming out of mouth, ellie didn’t care what you were saying. you were just so pretty in her eyes, on your knees for her as you should be.

“mhmph, keep going.. faster” she whimpered, your mouth was gliding so easily on the silicone.

you took out the strap out of your mouth to show your girlfriend how much of a drooping mess your mouth made.

“i love you els.. i’m all yours,” you say as you were waiting for that affection you’ve been needing all day from her as well.

“love you so much pretty girl..” she whispers.

she was so glad you gave her that much needed break.

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