hyperfemme, sub, pillow princess reader, don’t like, don’t interact, this isn’t meant to be based of tlou events just how her character changed throughout the story <3
cw: smut.
jackson ellie
she would be gentle, using two fingers and eating you out.
she always praises you.
she believes in kissing more then sex.
would fuck you on patrol if you ever asked
she would be quiet, she’s too shy to be loud.
seattle ellie
she would fuck you from behind till you tap out
would eat your pussy and ass and not stop till she feels like it
she would somehow find multiple straps and fuck you with them, laughing at your moaning.
would fuck you with one of her guns
She’s a grunter
definitely degrades you
risk taker, if she wants to fuck you she does it wear ever she wants
would fuck you in your ass while fingering your pussy
farm ellie
sweetheart
slightly rough.
fucks you with your sundress still on
or with you completely naked and her fully clothed.
spanks you for what ever reason.
she gets turned on easily, especially seeing you do house work, don’t be surprised if you feel your jeans fall down and her strap in your pussy.
sucker for you riding her thigh while she cleans her guns.
makes you suck her strap while she’s driving the tractor around the farm.
𝒄𝒘; smut, MDNI (older woman!ellie, scissoring, pussy eating, boss-employee sex, explicit language, groping, dirty talk, usage of 'mommy' in a sexual context); 𝒘𝒄 1.4k words
𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒊 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔; ₍ᵔ.˛.ᵔ₎ hi, well - i have this obsession with older women rn, so here u go - i believe ellie being way older than you would be so so hot hehe (divider cr. goes to @chrisssiren )
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It’s cruel, just truly cruel. Your girlfriend, who is also your boss, is currently striding across her office in nothing but slacks and a white button up which barely covers nipples - she had refused to put a bra on this morning.
Her hands move as she gestures, rings glinting in the almost medical grade office lights. Her phone tucked between her jaw and shoulder, back turned in your direction - which gives you a view of her ass in those pants.
You can already feel the soft cotton of your panties, which Ellie had picked out in the morning, dampening at the sight of the older woman whose bed you return to at night - it’s cruel and maddeningly good.
She ends the call and chucks the phone onto her dark wooden desk, the same desk you’ll end up bent over soon if you play your cards right. Her gaze flickers to you through the glass, unashamed and wicked as she throws you wink.
You stand from your desk, brushing down the skirt she had picked out in the morning, you grab a stack of papers - not sure what they say but they’ll make a good enough excuse to stay in her office a little longer than usual.
You shoulder the office door open, papers pressed to your chest as the glass front of her office turns milky - privacy for what’s to come, for what’s normality between you two and a dirty little secret none of Ellie’s employees can find out about.
“There you are, sweetheart.” She drawls, sat on the edge of her polished desk, legs spread unashamed. The hint of a smirk graces her features, the fine lines around her eyes are more prominent when she smiles at you like this.
“What have you got for me?” She cocks her head, teasing - always teasing. She knows that the papers in your hands are not meant for her, that the papers are merely an excuse to enter her office and be fucked by the older woman who signs off your paycheck every month.
“You know those are just for show.” The words leave you a little breathless, excited for what’s to come. You put the papers down on the little coffee table next to the leather couch and take a few steps closer. “Oh I know, baby.” She murmurs as her fingers hook into the front of your blouse, pulling you snug between her legs.
Your hands sneak around her shoulders as hers roams across your back. “Gonna make my day a little bit better, baby?” The question sparks a little dampness between your legs, it’s an invitation and a demand at once.
All you can do is give the older woman a nod which she repays with sealing the little distance between you two. Her mouth clamps onto yours, breath mangling as lips part and tongues slide against one another.
Her hands fists into the hair at the back of your head, pulling deliciously. The tension and the way she’s practically tongue fucking your mouth elicits a moan she swallows without hesitation.
Her other hands roam, slipping under the fabric of your blouse to brush against the delicate skin of your breast, fingertips toying gently with your nipple. Your hips rock forward desperately, wanting her to just give you what you need.
“Get on your knees for me, baby.” She whispers against your lips as she pulls back just enough, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. She doesn’t have to say it twice, with a shuddering breath your knees connect with polished granite flooring, your face now eye level with her crotch.
“Such a pretty girl - gonna make mommy feel good?” She rakes a hand through your hair, eyes half lidded and you know that the question is nonnegotiable.
With quick hands your open the button of her slacks and slide the pants down, the milky skin of her thighs make your mouth water. Then the boy shorts follow, revealing the trimmed bush and the already slick folds beneath.
“Come on, baby.” Ellie encourages once again. Your hands settle on her thighs before you dive in.
Without preamble, you lick a fat stripe up from center to clit, circling the bud once. Ellie sighs in relief, fingers fisting into your hair to hold, not to pull.
“Just like that, baby - just like that.” The breathy, pleasure filled words spark resolve in your chest - you’ll be good and make her come on her work desk.
You dive back in, the scent of her is sweet, musky and heady and it makes your brain swim in the best way. Your fingers tighten on her thighs for purchase as your tongue licks at her cunt like you’ve been starving for this.
The sound of Ellie’s moans and the wet sounds of your mouth devouring her slick heat fills the otherwise sterile office in obscenity.
When her breathing grows quicker, thighs trembling around your head, you bury two fingers in her pussy, pumping them in slowly. Her hips rock with it, hand tightening against your scalp. You know she’s close.
“Fuck, baby - yes.” She mumbles, breathless and raw. When her hips sputter, thighs threatening to clamp, you add a third finger, stretching her deliciously. The very motion of this tips her over, makes her back bow and her head lull back. Ellie comes with a groan and her fingers pulling your hair - you eat her through it, through the aftershocks, lapping it all up.
When body loosens and her hands slips from your hair, you pull back - slipping the fingers from her throughly fucked cunt and slip the digets between your glistening lips to suck them clean. Ellie watches you with half lidded eyes, tapping a knuckle against your chin.
“Come on up, sweetheart - your turn.” With your mouth glistening and your panties already uncomfortably damp against your cunt, you rise to stand between her spread legs. Ellie grabs you by the back of your neck and closes the distance in a searing kiss - tasting herself on your tongue.
When you two part, you swiftly hooks your hands in the fabric of your panties and slide them down, letting them pool on the floor forgotten, the skirt is rucked up to your waist and Ellie leans herself back on the desk, hands warm and grounding at the sides of your waist.
“Ride me, baby.” She instructs, letting you hook one of her legs over your shoulder. One of your own legs braces on the edge of the table to line up your pussy with hers.
The moment she rocks up, gliding her clit against yours, a breathless whimper leaves you, fingers curling against the soft skin of her thigh. You rock your hips, grinding against her wet heat and letting the tension build.
“Fuck, Ellie.” Leaves you in a breathless moan.
“Look at you, baby.” She drawls, one hand reaching for one of your tits, kneading at the soft skin, thumb rolling the nipple in little circles.
“My pretty little slut. You love grinding against your mommy like this, don’t you?” The heat keeps building, the friction of her clit against yours is cruel and ecstatic at once.
“Yes, mommy.” You whimper, placing openmouthed kisses along the soft skin of her thigh as it rests over your shoulder.
The thrusts grow more frantic, her hips snapping up to yours as the heat builds, the coil on your lower belly tightening. “Ellie” you keen, your own hand roaming her belly, fingers brushing the undersides of her breasts.
“Come on my cunt, baby - come with me.” She demands, one hand sneaking between you two to rub unrelenting circles against your clit - it doesn’t take long to fulfill her demand.
You come first, back bowing as a cry leaves you as your orgasm crashes through you, your hips stutter, legs shaking, hands tightening on her skin. Ellie doesn’t let up, she rocks her hips upwards to chase her own release - her hand sneaks to her cunt and circles her clit.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl.” She grunts before her own orgasm snaps into place. A grunt leaves her as her body locks, thighs clamping her hips stuttering before her body softens.
You collapse on top of her, bodies slick and damp. Ellie brushes some hair from your forehead, pressing a kiss to the damp skin. “So good for me, baby.”
Warnings: Cursing, Description of a Panic Attack, Reader has The Anxiety, I proofread but there's always the potential for typos
A/N: Hey hey. I’m writing again and it’s fun except for the part where a drabble becomes 2k. The prompt was ‘B finds A having a panic attack on the floor of a public bathroom and shows them various breathing exercises to help calm them down.’ Also, I listened to ‘Personal Cathedrals’ by Aly & AJ while writing this so check that out if you want the vibes. The exercises described are some that I actually use and they can help! And uhhh yea? Hope someone enjoys.
Most times, when Dina asked you to come out, you’d say no. Well, never just no because that was healthy and part of setting boundaries and all that. Instead, what you did was perfect the art of coming up with excuses.
Oh, I have homework to do, sorry.
I promised my brother I’d babysit.
My cat isn’t doing well right now.
You didn’t even have a fucking cat. You just didn’t want to go out. This time around, it also happened to be a particularly bad week for your mental health and your anxiety was being more problematic than usual. You were overwhelmed with work, family, friends, and just life in general. Just the thought of the entire process you’d need to go through in order to go out, made you feel that much worse.
There would be the part where you spent hours psyching yourself up to interact with people you didn’t know, nor like, and even people you did. There would be the whole ordeal of finding a cute outfit, then hating how it fits and wishing sweatpants were acceptable to wear on a night out. Even now, amongst all the vibrating bodies of the bar, you wondered if it was too late to text Dina and tell her your Lyft driver suddenly got a flat.
You hated that you couldn’t be like them. Enjoying the music, the energy, the colors, and lights. All you wanted to do was head home and finish reading your latest book recommendation. Enemies to lovers. Sapphic. AND it was getting spicy. With a sigh you remembered where you were, standing at the entrance searching for your wavy-haired friend.
You eventually spot her seated on a stool at the bar where she was waving you down to join her. Heading over to her, you realize she has 4 shots in front of her, all a very familiar caramel color. Frowning, you say, “Now Dina, you know I don’t mess with dark liquor.”
She rolls her eyes, “It’s one shot babe. Also,” those same eyes travel up and down your figure, nodding in approval. “You look fucking hot, which is perfect because I wanted you to meet my friend tonight. Super nerdy. Huge asshole. Just how you like 'em. Her name is El-”
“Dina!” Stopping mid-sentence she sees Jesse over your shoulder and he greets her with a kiss to the forehead. “Hey you.” She smiles and before you know it, they start doing that thing they do where they forget anyone else is there. You admire the easy smile Dina wears and the way Jesse looks absolutely enamored with the girl in front of him.
Inwardly you deflate a little more because eventually, you’d like to have something like that with someone. Someone caring and loyal, that understands your sense of humor and doesn’t think it’s weird that you name your plants after your favorite characters. Someone who doesn’t need you or complete you, but rather they choose to be with you because life is just that much better with you in it. Someone who cuts out all the noise and makes you forget everything else but how safe and sound they make you feel. Shaking your head you look around the room and back to Dina and Jesse. You suddenly feel…out of place and maybe a little lonely.
Though you’ve just arrived, you want to leave. But that’s not an option you’ll give yourself, no. Instead, you tell Dina you have to use the restroom, racing toward the secluded space before she can ask if you want her to go with you.
Once safely inside the restroom, you head to the sink, clutching the counter and taking a deep breath, shutting your eyes tightly in the process. Get it together. It’s just a few hours and then you can leave. Be a good friend. You will the knot in your chest blocking air to just disappear because you cannot fall apart in a public restroom. Absolutely not. Unfortunately, your body and mind do not sync and you feel the familiar burn of tears welling in your eyes.
“Fuck!” you yell to no one in particular, angry at no one but yourself at this moment. Opening your eyes causes the tears you’d been holding in to drip over your hands, the drops drawing your attention to your knuckles which have gone white from how hard you were gripping the porcelain. Letting go, you take a step back to drop down against the wall perpendicular to the sink and curl in on yourself, lacing your fingers over your knees.
You’re ok. You're ok.
Repeating this to yourself, you ignore the familiar feeling of your throat closing up. You’ll get through this. It’s just one night. Dina will be happy and you won’t have to feel guilty later on. You’re ok. You’re ok. You’re ok.
But I’m not. I’m not ok.
Just then, you hear someone step into the restroom. You keep your head down on your knees, hoping they’ll just ignore you. Nothing to see here. Just me, your local fucking trainwreck. However, instead of ignoring you they immediately stop their stride, noticing you there on the ground.
“Hey…” the voice starts hesitantly, “are you ok? Do you need help?”
You open your mouth to answer but all that comes out is a choked sob.
“Woah woah hey ok-”
You hear the sound of someone quickly stepping in front of you. Opening your eyes you’re met with a pair of worn black and white converse. Slowly you raise your head, your eyes trailing up a pair of jean clad legs until they meet green ones. Such eyes belong to a girl with auburn hair pulled into a bun, a few strands framing the left side of her face. With a furrowed brow, she looks concerned and maybe a little unsure.
“I-I c-can’t.” You shake your head, “I can’t” is all you can get out before your breathing starts to quicken even more.
The girl immediately drops down to sit cross legged in front of you.
“Shh, alright, ok. Listen, can I see your hand?” She asks in a voice so low and feather-light, almost as if she was afraid to scare you.
You hesitate, your lips turned into a frown before shakily unlacing your fingers to offer your right one to her. She takes your hand, turning it palm side up. Then, she begins drawing on your hand with the tip of her right index finger; it’s a shape you recognize as a rectangle.
“So basically, you inhale on the shorter lines and exhale on the longer ones. Try this with me?”
You try to follow, taking a few shaky breaths before becoming frustrated when you’re unable to match hers. You move to take your hand away, but she holds onto it.
“Hey, just…look at me? Please?”
Your tear filled eyes meet green again, noticing the sprinkle of freckles that fall like snow all the way down to her lips. You watch her mouth as she breathes in and out, and slowly you find your breathing matching hers; the finger on your hand keeping time. After each breath, a little more doubt and fear is released. Time slows, and finally, your heart rate begins to ease and that huge lump becomes smaller and smaller.
“See? There you go. You’re doing perfect...” She says with a soft smile on those lips as she continues to draw while you breathe.
“My therapist she uhh- she calls this rectangle breathing, which sounded really stupid to me at first….” She shrugs before continuing. “but it works. For me, most times I try just playing my guitar or describing things in the room. You know…until I can breathe again. For example,” Her eyes wander up, looking just past your face. “Your earrings are gold and shaped like stars. ” She visibly swallows and licks her lips before continuing. “Your eyes are…” Fucking beautiful, is what she wants to say. Because even with tears in them she is startled in the best way by your gaze.
“Anyways,” She says suddenly clearing her throat. “you can describe things in detail like that or just point out random things like-” She scans the room before her brows scrunch together in disgust and she shakes her head, those few rebellious strands of hair shaking with it. “how these bathrooms smell like ass and there’s definitely a used condom on the floor in the first stall.”
Your eyebrows raise up, eyes following hers over to the stall, and there it was. A condom that was most certainly…used.
Now that’s fucking gross.
She laughs and it’s then you realize you’d said that out loud. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Every time I let my friends choose the bar it’s always a little suspect honestly. I have much better taste.” She says with a grin.
“Where-” you clear your throat, voice gravely from crying, “Where would you have picked?”
“Dunno, but definitely somewhere more….” she closes her eyes and feigns being in deep thought “fuck, what’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Fun? Clean? Gay?”
“Yes that's the one-” she says without missing a beat and you actually let out a giggle and she joins you laughing. “While I would definitely feel more comfortable at a gay bar - right now I’d much rather be at home. At least tonight.”
“That’s fair. I mean…who says you have to stay? You’re under no obligation to.”
“This is true, but I always feel like I’m letting people down because of my inability to just…be a person.”
The girl nods thoughtfully, “Hey I get it - but the lady I’m paying to make sure I don’t lose my shit says you can’t pour from an empty cup. Gotta take care of yourself and all that, which includes not coming to shitty bars when you’re not up to it.”
You nod your head slowly, feeling somewhat scolded. But she was right, unfortunately. “You always this blunt with strangers?”
She chuckles a bit before lifting her gaze from your interlocked hands to meet yours, “Just the pretty ones who I happen to meet on the restroom floor.”
“Charming.”
“My name is Ellie but hey, I’ll take it. ”
You look at her horrified, using your free hand to wipe any leftover tears in your eyes, “I actually can’t believe you just said that.”
“Oh come on, you liked it. You smiled. You’re smiling now.”
And she was right. You were smiling. She’d stopped drawing on your hand a while ago. But there it was still clasped in hers, her thumb rubbing against your palm absentmindedly. It felt warm, and safe. And yea ok, maybe you did like it. Maybe you did like this girl who had been so sweet and attentive with you just moments ago and yet now flirted with you so brazenly. “Hey…you wanna get out of here….?” She trails off, waiting for you to finish her sentence.
“Y/N.”
Ellie smiles at that and says again, “You wanna get out of here, Y/N?”
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Jesse and Dina had drunk all four shots and maybe a bit more by the time you and Ellie find them again. Dina is laughing at something Jesse said - probably not that funny without the influence of alcohol - when she sees you two approach. She seems confused and then even more so when her eyes come to rest in between the two of you, where Ellie’s fingers lay laced through your own.
“Y/N,” Dina starts slowly, almost questioningly. “this is who I wanted you to meet. This is Ellie. But I see you’ve already made acquaintances.” She said pointing an accusatory finger directly at your laced lands. You move to unlace them, embarrassed, but Ellie just holds on and gives them a squeeze still staring at Dina. “We’re gonna head out Dina.”
Dina looks shocked sharing an incredulous look with Jesse before turning back to you. “Well, damn that was easy.”
“To talk, D. Somewhere where we can actually hear one another.”
“Yea go ahead and talk. Jesse and I love talking, don't we?” She smirks up at Jesse who just shakes his head and chuckles.
Ellie simply rolls her eyes at your mutual friends, tugging on your hand and when your eyes meet her own she says, “You with me?”
And you were. You didn’t know it then, and you wouldn’t know it for a long time but, you always would be. Ellie had come into your life and grounded you with her soft whispers and careful touches. She came and stayed despite seeing you at your lowest, because she chose you. And you chose her and always would, again and again.
She was your solace. Your stillness. Your safe and sound.
hi guys, im back and im not gonna write fanfictions probably... i aged a bit and i think i should do something bigger... maybe even a short book hehe who knows..anyways let me know if ur still interested my creations.. it feels so good to be back again, i missed it here :)
PSA give ur jeff texture!! he is a burn victim!!! a lot of it got covered with the blood, but point still stands!! he can still be pretty with scars :3
