Raven

✩ 18 ✩ minors dni ✩ lesbian

[abbysfawn]

i don’t know if anyone has posted this yet but I JUST SAW A PORN VID WITH ELLIES TATTOO????

[moodywyrm]

Riding abby reverse cowgirl style while Ellie’s eating you out🤭🤭🤭🤭

oh my god. ok I firmly believe that, in different circumstances, Ellie and Abby would've gotten along soooo well. so in this au, poly gfs abby x Ellie x chubby reader <3 with that out of the way. let me lay this out for you.

the room is dim, the only light coming from pink lights and whatever moonlight can get through the flimsy curtains. the bed is stripped down to the sheets, towels covering enough of it. abby is sitting against the headboard. you're sitting in her lap, facing away, not so much riding her, more like she's manhandling you and moving you up and down the strap at a painfully slow pace. both hands hooked onto your hips as you lean back into her. your thighs are spread wide open by abby's legs, helped by ellie's hands pushing you wider.

Ellie, pretty girl, is on her tummy, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, laying between your's and abby's legs, groping at your plush thighs. with abby moving you at a torturous pace, Ellie can actually lean in and play with your clit, kissing it, pulling it between her teeth, sucking it into her mouth. the problem? they've been at this for far too fucking long.

you're covered in sweat, body sore and tense and desperate for release. every time you try to bounce a lil faster, Ellie lands a smack on your inner thigh while Abby holds you impossibly still.

"Quit fucking moving baby, you said we could do whatever we wanted," Abby whispers into your ear, the softness of her voice juxtaposed with her words making your head spin. Abby smiles at the whine you let out, dropping your head back and giving her access to your neck. She's placing sloppy kisses wherever she can, moving you up and down again, one hand moving to grab at your tummy, loving the way the fat squishes through her fingers. The room is so fucking warm and her head is so fuzzy, and it's not made any better but the fucking sight between her legs.

Ellie is being so fucking mean with it, leaving little nips at your clit every now and then, sucking hickies onto your thighs, leaving scratches up and down and groping at the fat, loving on every inch she has access to. She's only using her mouth on you, her unfairly talented mouth, and you're shaking. every pass at your clit makes u tremble and whine, but you can't even grab at her bc abby is making you keep your hands behind your back, pressed against her abs.

she's in heaven, licking and sucking and tonguing at the places where your pussy stretches around the girthy black silicone, leaving it messy with her spit.

"Fuck, you taste so good babe, all needy and fucking soaked for us," and she's back to sucking at your clit, moaning against the swollen red nub. and the angle Abby has you at, plus the way she's pushing at your stomach, is pushing the strap right into your sweet spot, and you really don't know how much you can take anymore.

"F-fuck, baby, please, Abs, Els, mm 'm gonna cum, fuck please," and you're crying, tears leaking down your face and getting immediately licked up by Abby, who's hips are punching the strap directly into your g-spot a little harder now. Ellie pulls away for a second, sitting up and giving you a messy kiss, smearing your slick over your face, before nodding at Abby and going back down.

Immediately, they're moving faster, Abby fucking into you harder as Ellie sucks and laves at your clit more and more, one of Ellie's hands moving up to play with your nipples, their actions catapulting you over the edge. You wail, convulsing around the strap, needy clit pulsing in Ellie's mouth as you leave a pretty little ring of white around the base of the strap, a tiny bit of squirt dribbling out onto Ellie's waiting tongue, both women praising you endlessly.

Abby slows down, letting you sit on the strap as Ellie sits up again, kneading at your thighs to soothe you, "Did so fucking good for us baby, think you can handle more?"

The sweet little nod you give them makes Ellie's heart skip a beat, already pulling you into her lap to let Abby grab your pretty pink vibrator <3

[ellieshaze]

me fighting the urge to cream when i see rick grimes on the tv

[ellieshaze]

Playing spider-man and man peter is so fine

[ellieshaze]

Just simply curious, why don’t you write for Avatar anymore?

I just don’t really have any more ideas and i’m back into my last of us again and i prefer to write for that currently <3

[angelkissiies-deactivated202411]

sorority secrets

abby anderson x reader

cw : SMUT, no plot, tribbing, p*ssy slapping, mentioned breeding kink, mentioned owen being bad at sex, briefly hinted switch abby, glazed over use kink.

wc : 2.3k (don’t ask)

proof read : yes | hell no

“What’s your dirtiest thought?’ You asked the girl, laying by her side as the two of you stared up at the radio tower's ceiling. It was something you’d always wondered, wanting to see the inside of her brain like she saw yours. It came effortlessly to her, reading you like a book whilst you felt illiterate attempting to wriggle your way into her consciousness. 

Abby took a slow breath, moving to prop herself up on her elbow so she could look down at you. “Are you trying to seduce me right now?” She teased, moving her free hand to rest on the exposed skin of your stomach. She enjoyed the softness of the muscle, the feeling being in stark contrast with her own. 

You giggled, shaking your head as you moved to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. “No, I just want to know. Truly.” You admitted, letting the pad of your thumb brush against her blushed cheek, Her skin always seemed to carry a rosy tint beneath it, reminding you of how beautiful she looked in white, not that it mattered- though the thought lingered in your mind. “What is it?” 

She hesitated for a moment, as if to gather her thoughts in a way that would be perceived easier to you, before clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Well, and don’t laugh, I found this book once.” She began, thinking back to her exploration run she’d taken on a couple months back. It had taken her to a mainly empty bookstore, devoid of all but a few books that sat in neat piles on the front shelves. Why they hadn’t been taken, she didn't know. “It was about these two college girls, they uh, they slept together.. a lot.” 

For some reason the confession had her face burning with embarrassment, barely able to focus on you as she recalled her late nights spent studying the book one handed. “Well um, they did something called scissoring- or uh no, it was called tribbing..” She managed, taking a sharp breath as she avoided looking at you. “I think about doing it with you alot.” 

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth gently, watching the girl above you closely. You’d be lying if you said your attention hadn’t been piqued. You moved your hand to rest on her hip, giving it a small squeeze as you urged her on. “H-how do you do it?” You hadn’t meant the words to come out so broken, though you attributed it to the rising heat in your cunt as the girl confessed. 

Abby’s eyes darted to your own, now clouded with a haze you’d seen many times before. She pushed her hair over her shoulder gingerly, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Well, I don’t know if I can explain it too well.” She admitted, eyes lowering to graze over your partially nude body as the fog cleared just enough for her to make out the soft curve of your hips in the low light of the moon. 

“Well could-,” You began, only to be cut off. 

“I could show you, though, if you wanted.” 

The words caught you off guard but before you could come up with something to say, you were already nodding. “Yes, please.” 

The girl halted, eyes widening momentarily as she noticed how fast you accepted the offer, before dipping down to press her lips against yours hastily. To her, this felt like the ultimate show of vulnerability as she wasn’t the most into receiving pleasure due to her past ventures in sex. Yet, as she thought of your cunt grinding against her own- she felt a heat begin to pool between her thighs. She’d laid in bed many nights fantasizing about the feeling, attempting to replicate it with a pillow whilst you were away but never coming close to the ecstasy described in the books. 

You pulled away, panting for air as you looked up into her hooded eyes. The sight made your stomach wind into a knot, knocking the air from your lungs. You wanted nothing more than to satiate the desires she’d brought to you so willingly, whilst your mind ran wild about what awaited you. You’d never heard the terms she used before, but you knew she’d never do anything she deemed weird or dangerous so you blindly went along- putting your faith in her hands. “Show me how.” You whispered, trailing your fingers across her cheek, letting the pad of your thumb pull at her bottom lip. 

Abby nodded, recalling the position as described in the book. She gingerly sat up onto her knees, scooting to nudge your legs open with the softness she always reserved for you- but you could tell she was caging something. Her touch was riddled with restraint, easing you into place as she took in the sight of your now damp panties. “I’m going to start with our clothes still on, okay? Just to see if you like it.” She explained, leaning down to prop herself up above you on her palms. Her hips were forcing your thighs open, letting the chilly air nip at the growing damp spot in your panties. 

“O-okay.” You stuttered, the soft pressure her body was giving you against your core enough to make you shiver in anticipation. You had begun to put two and two together, noting the way she shifted to press her clothed cunt against your own, letting her heat seep into your own. 

The girl bit back a groan as she leaned up, moving to place her hands on your hips and push herself against you. It sent a shockwave through her body as she thrusted her hips forward, holding you in place as she let her eyes flutter closed. “Fuck.” 

You let out a gasp, your hips attempting to follow the sensation as she pulled away, the short lived pleasure going straight to your cunt, soaking through your panties as you watched your girl with wide eyes. It was so silly, how fast you got wet for her, but you knew how much she loved the effect she had on you. 

Abby lifted your hips effortlessly, giving her better access, before grinding back down onto your pathetically wet panties, letting out a borderline pornographic moan as she felt the wetness soak into her own underwear. She couldn’t compare the feeling to anything she’d ever experienced, especially considering most of her previous relationships left her high and dry. “God, baby.” She practically whined, chasing the feeling as she rutted against you, throwing all hesitation to the wind. 

You tossed your head back, the impact softened by the makeshift pillow you’d manufactured just earlier, hands moving to grip her wrists as the girl's panties began to soak with her own slick. “Oh, fuck.” You breathed, nails digging crescent moons into her pale skin. It was something straight out of a porn film, the feeling that had begun to overspill, threatening you with lust drunk thoughts of the girl on top of you. “Abby, fuck.” 

“Good girl.” She groaned, pressing her hips into your own harder, dragging her clothed cunt against yours painfully slowly. Devouring the sweet noises that fell from your lips as she dipped down to kiss you, her hand slid down your stomach to hook under the band of your underwear. “Can I take these off?” 

Nodding, you attempted to chase her lips. Only to be cut off by a soft slap to your cunt, sending a jolt through your body and arousing a whimper to fall from your lips. 

“Words, baby. Use your words. I need to hear it.” She chided, voice raspy as she trailed her fingers over the damp fabric, pressing gently into your clit as her hooded eyes lingered on your flushed face. 

A small noise fell from your lips in protest, but she quickly cut you off with another gentle slap, making your words gush out in an almost incomprehensible string. yespleasetakethempleaseabby- 

Her swollen lips pulled back into a satisfied smile, pulling away from you to discard the thin fabric that kept you from her. “That's my girl.” She chuckled, tossing the soaked fabric to the side before moving to remove her own that now carried the delectable scent of your arousal. It took her half a second, compared to how long she usually drew out your anticipation, before you both sat before each other completely nude from the waist down. 

Your hips trembled in wait, trying to inch closer to her in search of the friction you needed to desperately. Of all the times you’d had sex with Abby, you’d never needed to feel her so badly. The ache in your core only worsened as you glanced down to eye her now fully exposed cunt, the glisten of your mutual slick shining in the soft light compared to the matte of her pale skin. 

Abby dug her fingers into the soft curve of your hips, grinding down onto your soft lips, clit coming to nudge your own. She gasped, head falling back as she began moving her hips in a slow yet rhythmic pattern, feeling the way your cunt welcomed her touch- clenching around nothing as she stuttered her hips in a way that singled in on your clit. 

“Oh, oh. God.” You moaned, sentence delving into a babble of whines as you let her grind down onto your clit- sending sharp jolts of pleasure into your cunt, winding the band in your tummy that threatened to snap with every rough drag of her hips on your own. 

She panted for air, an animalistic desire taking over her body as she sped up her pace, room now echoing with noises straight from a porno. She internally smacked herself for not trying this sooner, becoming addicted to the way your arousal now dripped down her thighs- mixing with her own as she rutted against you like wanted to breed you (though realistically she knew she couldn’t.) She couldn’t even manage to string together comprehensible words as she felt your legs begin to tremble on her hips, boosting her ego as she fucked into you roughly. 

You couldn’t catch your breath, the delicious feeling of her bare skin against yours aiding in your climb to climax. She knew your body, even when exploring, she knew how to manipulate your pleasure into something much more than you could ever describe- drawing you closer and closer with every airy moan she let fall from her lips. 

You felt the band tightening, winding tighter with every pass over your clit, legs shaking under her hold. “Abby, I-im close.” You whimpered, back arching slightly off of the mattress to meet her hips in an earth shattering burst of pleasure. 

“Jesus Christ.” She groaned, feeling her muscles tense as she held you still, letting one hand move down to circle roughly around your clit, arousing a cry to fall from your plump lips. “C’mon baby, take it.” 

The combined sensations sent a white hot pleasure coursing through your veins, making your cunt spasm as it clenched around nothing, forcing your cum to spill from your pulsating core. Abby halted her movements, letting out a soft moan as she watched the white spill from your lips and down onto your thighs. There was nothing prettier to her than seeing her girl all messy for her. 

“Abs, fuck.” You babbled, pulling her hips closer as you encouraged her to use your sensitive folds to reach her own high. If there's one thing you weren’t, it was a quitter. “C’mon. Please, I want to see you cum.” You practically begged, eyes blown with lust. 

The blonde could’ve combusted on the spot, watching you beg to be used for her pleasure. She pushed a few strands of hair that had begun to stick to her sweaty forehead back, hands settling back on your hips as she pulled you up to meet her hips- but she didn’t stop there. She softly patted your right leg, motioning for you to throw it over her shoulder before pressing into you again. 

She let out a sigh, diving headfirst back into her rhythm, as she used her newfound leverage to grind her clit directly onto your own. The feeling set her stomach alight, unable to stop the flood of sensual noises that fell from her lips as she rutted against you wildly. Her clit had begun to throb, so swollen it was sore from the need to be touched, eating up every rough pass against your soft lips as she chased her own high. 

The sensitivity of your clit added a whine to your moans, squeaking in overstimulation as you clawed into her forearms, leaving a trail of red nail marks in their wake. “Abby, fuck, just wanna be used by you.” You whimpered, making the girl release an animalistic growl. 

Abby felt her pleasure spilling over, body trembling as she kept her pace, cunt now soaked in cum and arousal as the tightness in her stomach snapped- halting her in her desperate movements as she leaned forward, holding herself up on her palm. “Holy shit.” She breathed, a light chuckle invading her speech as she leaned back again, looking at the mess the two of you made. There was something so intimately filthy about everything that had just gone down, something that she wished she could have done sooner. The sensations were things she never had felt before, the desperation flowering a new interest within her. 

“Wow.” You giggled, arms slumping by your sides as you shifted over on the mattress to pull the girl down to you. Her body landed beside you with a soft ‘plop’ having no hesitations from her as she gave into your soft touch. 

“Fuck, i really should’ve told you sooner, huh?”

“What do you think?” You laughed, pulling her into your chest gently, soaking up the feeling of her as your body began to recover from your activities- the shaking in your legs ceasing after a couple minutes.

 Her body melted into yours like the two of you were made to be one, who would've known that some sorority porn book could lead to this?

[angelkissiies-deactivated202411]

nsfw ellie williams headcanons

18+ content under the cut

• switchiest switch to ever switch, one moment she’ll have you pinned against the bed and the next she’s under you begging for more. whiplash but in the good way.

“yeah, who makes you feel like this, hm?”

“please, fuck, please don’t stop.”

• undeniable mommy kink. she absolutely loses her composure when you slip the word into your jumbled moans, becoming absolutely ruthless in her pursuit of pleasuring you.

“fuck, baby. say that again for me.”

• begs to eat you out, she’s on her knees before you drooling for a chance to taste you. the mere sight is enough to make your brain short circuit, but her pathetic little whimpers of plea send you overboard.

“please, please. I need it, ill make you feel so good. please.”

“ill do anything, anything at all. just let me taste you, please baby.”

• jealous jealous jealous girl, she cannot stand the idea of some rando flirting with you- so anytime she gets a whiff that someone’s getting a little too close, she swoops in with the most jaw dropping inappropriate comments to make them uncomfortable enough to leave.

“oh you like my tattoo? well if you look right here, you can see where she’s dug her nails into the ink when she cums. cool huh?” “ELLIE JESUS CHRIST”

• loves bruises more than she should, often she’ll ask you to be rougher with her so she can see the dark purple bruising all week and think of the way you fuck her.

“you’re an artist, make me your art baby.”

• will NOT pass up the opportunity for a quickie, ellie is a freak when it comes to fucking. so don’t be surprised when she pulls you to the side during a run or drags you to joel’s upstairs bathroom for a quick fuck. she cannot contain herself.

“c’mon, i’ll be so fast. i just wanna make you cum, like right now.” “ellie, what about infected?” “if i die fucking my girlfriend, i die happy.” “ELLIE”

• kisses you nonstop during, loving the way your mouth molds to hers when you swallow each others moans. lips upturning into a smile as you bring her to the edge all over again.

[anchoeritic-deactivated20251210]

-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?

[ellieshaze]

i write too much whiny sub ellie stuff i need her to dominate me now

[ellieshaze]

After Dark

{Part 4}

NSFW! minors dni

Ellie Williams X F! reader

warnings: smut, Fluff, fingering , the knee thing , lots of kissing 🤭 , whiny ellie , shower sex

Word count: 3.3k

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You woke to noise coming from the kitchen, when you reached out you noticed your bed was empty. You rolled back over, shoving your face into the pillow. It wasn’t until a loud crash from somewhere in your house that you woke up, immediately sitting up in your bed. “What the fuck?” You muttered, rubbing your eyes and getting to your feet. You grabbed Ellie’s hoodie that was at the end of your bed, pulling it over your head. All you had on were sleep shorts and her gray hoodie when you opened your bedroom door, making your way towards the kitchen.

When you got to the kitchen you certainly weren’t expecting what you saw. Ellie, who you presumed had left early, was sitting on your counter with a coffee mug in her hands, you mother was leaning against the counter across from her. They were talking, and even laughing, their voices ceased when they saw you make your way into the kitchen. Ellie immediately lit up, smiling when she saw you in her hoodie. “Dude your mom makes the best coffee.” She was holding the mug close, her legs crossed atop the counter. You couldn’t help but check her out, she was wearing shorts, clearly your own that she must’ve taken and a random t shirt.

Your mom didn’t speak, which made you a little nervous until you glanced at her to see her smiling. “As long as you are happy I am” She said to you, breaking the silence. She didn’t say anything more as she left the kitchen, leaving you and Ellie alone. “Your moms pretty cool” Ellie said, hopping down from the counter, walking towards you. She set the mug down on the counter beside you, pulling you into her by your waist. “What’re you doing?” You asked her, your face only inches from hers now. Ellie didn’t respond as she leaned into you, kissing your cheek as she gently pushed you into the counter, your legs hitting the lower cabinets.

She kissed from your cheek to your lips, kissing you gently as her hands ran up and down your sides. You could never get sick of this, Ellie kissing you and caring enough to get to know your family. Only almost week ago you were afraid of your family even seeing you with her, but now, you didn’t care who saw the two of you. The two of you were moving fast, but who could blame you? It was an apocalypse, you’re fighting off infected most days and sometimes Jackson barely scraped by with supplies. What’s the point in taking forever to get close to someone if you just end up dead next week?

Ellie began migrating from your lips to your neck, kissing gently before she began to suck hickeys into your skin. You let out a muffled moan as you leaned your face down into the crook of her neck. Her leg came between yours, parting your legs and pressing her knee in. You gasped, not wanting her to stop but also painfully aware of the fact that you were in your kitchen. “Stop” You said softly into her ear, and immediately she pulled away from your neck that was now littered with bruises, “hm?” Ellie asked, her hair was messy and her eyes were full of lust as she pulled her knee back, but not before pressing into you once more with it, causing you to gasp. You playfully hit her arm, “We’re in the kitchen! And i have to go to the school today.” Ellie groaned in protest but backed away, allowing you to move to the fridge and grab something.

“At least let me walk you” Ellie begged as you made your way back to your bedroom, she was fast behind you. “It’s the opposite direction of where you need to go, Ellie.” You reminded her, opening your bedroom door and softly closing it when the other girl made her way over to your bed. “So?” She groaned, sitting at the edge of your bed before laying back, staring at your ceiling. “So-“ You said, climbing on top of her, your face only inches from hers as you leaned down, holding her hands above her head. “I don’t want Maria to beat my ass when you show up late for patrol” You kissed her nose before you let go of her hands, climbing off her. “Fuck Maria” Ellie said, sitting up and watching as you opened your closet, picking out clothes for the day. “I’d rather not, she’s too old for my taste” Ellie made a disgusted face before standing up and walking over to you.

You were beginning to pull your shirt over your head when Ellie’s hands landed on top of yours. Your movements stopped as her chest was pressed against your back, you could feel her breasts through her shirt touching your shoulder blades. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on immensely. You felt her breath on your neck as she pulled your shirt above your head, tossing it across the room. “I’m walking you and that’s that.” She said softly in your ear, you didn’t say anything as she began to unclasp your bra that you had left on overnight. Ellie kissed your shoulder before moving back, allowing you to change into your clothes in peace. Your heartbeat was so loud you could swear she’d hear it, but you kept your cool as you put on a new bra, and pulled a beige sweater over your head, reaching for the black coat hung in your closet.

When you turned around, you saw Ellie shirtless, her back was facing you as she reached for her tank top that she wore last night. Apparently your mom had washed the clothes the two of you wore the night before, since you had both changed sometime in the night because jeans weren’t exactly comfortable to sleep in. Looking at her back, you noticed the scars and bruises that littered the woman’s muscular back. You couldn’t help but walk over to her, your hands coming to touch the cool skin of her back, tracing the scars with your fingers. She flinched at your touch, clearly startled by the contact. She glanced back at you, smiling softly at you before she unfolded the white tank top, and you took that as your sign to finish getting ready.

You changed into jeans like usual, and glancing back you saw Ellie taking off her sleep shorts and begin to put her jeans back on. You couldn’t help but stare at her ass, and you knew she knew when she turned around and just stared at you as she pulled them over her hips, buttoning them. “Stop bring a creep” Ellie laughed, grabbing your jacket and holding it as you put your arms through. You grabbed the bag you always carried with you, it had a water bottle, a book, some snacks and a switchblade at the bottom, just in case. “C’mon” Ellie said to you, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your bedroom door. The two of you walked to through the house, passing your parents on the way out, but Ellie was dragging you so fast you didn’t have time to say anything but a quick goodbye.

Ellie wouldn’t let go of your hand the entire way to the small school for the small children. The streets were full of snow, and there was a decent amount of people walking around and beginning their day. When you and Ellie reached the school, you stopped outside the door, leaning in to kiss her softly for only a couple seconds. “Go! You’re already late, Els” She just chuckled at you before she pulled you in by your waist and kissed you, longer than before. Your hand cupped her cheek as you melted into the kiss, your bodies pressed together, standing in front of the school building as snow fell onto your heads. She finally pulled apart, “I’ll pick you up tonight, yeah?” She said , reaching for your hands, holding them in hers to warm you up. “Sure” Was all you said, not bothering to argue with her because she was very persistent and you didn’t have time to.

You watched as Ellie Walked away, wearing the dark green jacket, black jeans and black converse. She was heading to go on patrol with Maria, and you knew that she would probably get yelled at for being late. You finally entered the school when Ellie was out of sight, immediately missing her. You and Ellie had been acquaintances since she came to Jackson when she was 15 and you were 14 and you never feared for her when she went out on patrol or anything. It wasn’t until you fell for her that you now were terrified anytime she would go outside the safe walls. She had survived for years going outside the walls, but what if one day she just never returned? You didn’t let the thought linger in your brain anymore, you had a job to do and so did she. You’d see her at the end of the day and she’d be completely fine.

It felt like you had been trapped in that little building for days when Ellie finally showed up, the kids already gone for the day. “Hey” You jumped slightly, startled from the voice that you had grown so familiar with. You turned around swiftly to see Ellie in the door way, her arms crossed as she leaned on the side of the doorframe. “You look tired” She had bags under her eyes, and her jacket was covered in dirt and some dried blood. She hummed in response as you made your way towards her, hooking your arm with hers as you walked out the front door. The two of you began making your way towards the direction of your house before you stopped. Ellie looked at you, confusion in her eyes, “Why don’t i walk you home for a change?” You asked her, and she smiled at you, “okay” She muttered, you could tell how exhausted she was, no matter how much she tried to hide it.

Once you made it to Ellie’s place, you opened the door for her, looking around the small house, it had a bed, bathroom and a couch, it was good sized for one person to live. You closed the door, glancing at Ellie who was taking her jacket off, and you could tell that she was struggling to do so, she was clearly sore from patrol. “What did Maria do to you?” You joked, walking over to Ellie to help her finish taking off her jacket. Underneath, Ellie was wearing a gray flannel, which was covered in blood, the sleeves torn off and you saw bruised and dirt littering her arms. “You need a shower” You said to her, helping her unbutton the flannel, leaving her in only a white tank top. “Too sore” she groaned, pain flashing in her eyes when she stretched her arms out. “Let me help you then” You said softly to her.

Ellie’s reaction was priceless, her eyes widened and she was flushed, her cheeks turning pink. “Y-you don’t have to” Ellie said quickly, “I want to” You responded, holding her hands in yours. “Okay” Ellie said, she seemed shy, much different than how she was this morning in your room. The two of you made your way over to the bathroom, and you turned the water on, making sure it was warm. You helped Ellie take the tank top off, not surprised when she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, that seemed to be her thing. She had fresh bruises and a few cuts on her arms, chest and stomach, it made you sad to see her hurt like that. “It’s awkward if i’m the only one getting naked” Ellie said as she kicked off her converse, and began to work at the button on her jeans.

You pulled your sweater over your head, tossing it onto the pile of clothes that was slowly growing on the small bathroom floor. Before you could work at the clasp on your bra, Ellie had already begun to do the work, pulling it off your shoulders. The bra fell to the floor, you were now exposed in front of Ellie but you weren’t insecure, you trusted her. Ellie was only in her underwear now, and watched as you undid the button on your jeans, slowly shoving them down your legs, kicking them off onto the floor. You realized now that the both of you were left in your underwear and neither wanted to be the first to take it off. After a moment of just awkwardly standing there, Ellie made the first move, pulling her underwear down her thighs and climbing into the shower before you could even look at her. You followed her a moment later, all of your clothing piled onto the floor as you climbed into the shower behind Ellie.

The warm water felt nice against your skin, pressing your body into the back of Ellie’s, you reached down to grab the unscented soap. You began to rub the soap into her skin with your hands, noticing how she’d wince when you went over a bruise or cut. Only then did you realize Ellie’s hair was still tied up in a bun, you pulled her hair out of the bun, tossing the hair tie onto the ledge by the window of the shower. You continued to rub the soap into her body, when your hands reached her stomach, she held onto them for a moment. You planted kisses on her neck and shoulder as you rubbed the soap into her chest and stomach, your hand making it’s way down, but only slightly. She turned around, meeting your gaze as she began to rub the soap into your skin now, “hey i’m taking care of you here” You said loudly, making sure she heard you over the sound of the shower. “Shut up” Ellie said amusingly, rubbing the soap into your side and down to your hips, massaging you for a moment.

The soap quickly washed off when Ellie moved aside for you to stand under the water. You searched for the shampoo bottle, finally spotting it in the corner of the shower, reaching down to grab it you felt Ellie’s hand run down your side, and of course, landing on your ass. “Really?” You laughed, standing up once more, turning to face her. She was smiling like an idiot now as you poured shampoo onto your hands, reaching out to rub it into her hair. Once you were done, she did the same, rubbing the Pine scented shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp gently. You weren’t going to lie, it was awkward moving around in the shower, it was definitely too small for two people to comfortably shower but you made it work. The two of you then used the detachable shower head to rinse the shampoo from your hair.

After being face to face with Ellie for so long, your naked bodies pressed together, and you couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. You leaned in, eyes closed to avoid getting water in them as your lips met hers. It was sweet and gentle at first, your hands on her waist and hers holding your face, but it became more heated as the time passed. You pushed her gently against the tile wall of the shower, aware of the bruises and cuts on her body, making sure not to hurt her. She let out a little gasp when her back met the cold wall, you took the opportunity and slipped your tongue in her mouth. You continued to sloppily kiss Ellie as your hand made it’s way down her body and in between her legs.

You loved how Ellie always acted dominant and assertive and yet here she was now, whining under your touch. You knew she’d get you back for it, but for now you would enjoy the control you had. Your fingers grazed her clit as your fingers made their way through her folds, your lips still on hers. Your fingers made their way back to her clit, rubbing slow circles into it, loving the way she’d whine into your mouth. The kiss only broke when you added pressure to your movements, causing her to gasp, her head rolling back and her eyes tightly closed. Her legs spread more, one was up on the short ledge by the wall of shower, allowing you more access to her. Your movements ceased, she tilted her head back towards you, opening her eyes, clearly annoyed that you stopped.

But before she could do anything, your middle finger entered her, curling inside her, causing her to gasp as she gripped your wrist with her hand. You looked her in the eyes as your finger slowly moved inside of her, she was biting her lip, her hips beginning to roll with your movements. When you added another finger, you finally heard her moan, your two fingers curling inside her at a fast pace, her grip on your wrist was definitely gonna leave a mark. You kissed her neck, and began to suck and bite at her skin gently. Suddenly you stopped when her hips began to twitch, indicating that she was close. This time she groaned, releasing your wrist from her grip. You chuckled before you ran your fingers through her now drenched folds, landing at her clit once more. Your fingers glided over her clit that was now slick, rubbing fast circles as you left hickeys on her neck.

“Fuck” Ellie gasped, she was holding onto your shoulder with one hand, the other gripping the ledge by the clouded window that was in the shower. You were painfully aware of your neglected pussy, clenching around nothing as you got Ellie off. But this was about her, you could deal with not getting off if it meant she was able to. “mmm- shit” Ellie whined, her hips were bucking into your hand now, you could tell she was on the brink of cumming at this point. You moved back from the crook of her neck, so you could watch as she came. You picked up the movements on her clit, watching her face contort as her hips shuddered when she came. If the two of you weren’t already drenched from the shower, you knew her thighs and your hand would’ve been soaked by now.

Ellie was panting now, her head resting on your shoulder, her knees weak. You turned off the water, aware of the fact that you just wasted a shit ton of water in an apocalypse just to have sex in the shower. When the two of you climbed out, Ellie reached onto the shelf by the shower, grabbing two big, soft towels. She handed one to you as she dried her body with the other and then wrapped it around herself. Ellie didn’t say anything as she reached into a laundry basket and pulled out a hoodie and a pair of her boxers, tossing them at you. “That’s uh- all i have” She muttered, she seemed to be.. embarrassed? You chuckled as you pulled the hoodie over your head and put on the boxers.

“Are you embarrassed, Williams?” All she did was glare at you as she pulled a tank top over her head and put on some black sweatpants. She walked out of the bathroom, and sat onto the bed, she looked more exhausted than when she got in the shower honestly. You climbed onto her bed next to her, it was much softer then your own, she pulled you close to her, your legs tangling together. “We’ll see whose more embarrassed tomorrow.” She whispered to you, turning out the light of her lamp next to her bed, leaving the room in total darkness.

[faeology]

𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊, 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑… — 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘

summary ; robin gets embarrassed when she tells you about something she heard and wants to try with you

pairing ; robin buckley x fem!reader

notes ; female sex, cunnilingus, scissoring, explicit-ish language ( let me know if i forgot any !! )

i do not consent to having any of my works transferred, translated or copied to any other blog or social media. if you do so, it's stealing, and that's not cute!!

links ; main masterlist , robin buckley masterlist , taglist

when the words fall from robins mouth, she instantly regrets them. her cheeks flushing a slight crimson and eyes doubling with fear. “just forget about it,” she shakes her head, and rolls back over in the bed.

a moment of silence passes as you contemplate your options; you could go to sleep and pretend like you weren’t fighting the urge to squirm beside her as your panties grow wet, or you could give her what she had asked of you. the pro of dating robin while everyone, other than steve, was still in the dark meant that robin’s parents were oblivious to the fact that your sleepovers consisted mostly of you eating each other out opposed to watching movies and painting each others nails.

you knew what she wanted, and you wanted it too.

turning over in the bed now, you scoot yourself closer to your girlfriend and wrap your legs and arms around her, “robs, you don’t need to be nervous about asking me that stuff. it’s me,” you reassure her. pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

she doesn’t answer, just nuzzles herself closer into your warmth, “it was just something i heard about and i thought-”

you cut her off, pressing your lips to hers as her watermelon lip balm transfers to yours; something she had started wearing when you said you loved the smell. the kiss quickly becomes heated, and robin rolls over now to deepen it. your tummy’s pressed together as your legs twisted together, and she immediately starts rolling her hips into yours.

you pull apart for a second, gazes meeting and there’s a knowing look in your eyes. robin had been thinking about this for a while, you could tell by the way her brows quirked up and her chest began to rise and fall. she was needy and you were going to give her everything she wanted.

you press your lips back to hers, this time pushing her into the pillows and moving to sit atop. she whimpered as your crotch brushed against hers, and it made you smile. you loved the sounds she made; her raspy voice euphoric on its own.

with rushed hands, you pull away robin’s shorts, leaving her in her underwear; the pretty white ones with a small bow on the front. she’d kill you if you ever told anyone how cute her underwear was. a wet patch had already started to form, and you use your fingers to slowly brush over the material, causing her to shudder.

“so wet baby, you really want this, huh?” you tease her and she draws in her bottom lip, nodding rapidly. that’s all you need to know before pulling her underwear down, at a torturous pace, and revealing her beautiful pinkness.

robin had a sweet smell - it was enveloping - and it drove you crazy to know you were the only one that got to smell it. with no light other than the low dim of her almost broken lamp, you make do with what you have and slide yourself down between her thighs.

“i’ll give you what you want, but first, i want a taste,” you smirk from between her legs and her head falls into the pillows once more.

the slick that had pooled, glistened under the low yellow light, and beneath her bush, you could see it gathering in a creamy mess. robin waits with anticipation, her hips jutting slightly, waiting for your touch. and when you swipe your tongue along her cunt, she bites her arm to muffle her moans.

her wetness gathers on your tongue, sweet and addicting, as you swipe your tongue once more. robin writhes beneath you as you move to her clit. you weren’t going to let her cum yet, but you wanted to have a little fun. you could feel your own slick pooling in your pants, making it almost unbearable for you to keep yourself still.

“i’m gonna-“ the second you hear the words, you pull away and she whimpers once more.

“not yet,” you shake your head, and meet her once more to let her taste herself on your tongue. her tongue swirls around your own, as she busies her hands to remove your shorts and underwear, a matching set to her own.

instinctively, she pulls and grabs at you, sliding herself between your legs as you hold onto her headboard. one thing about robin was that she was equally a giver as she was a receiver, she also played the trumpet which meant she had powerful lungs. the second she nestles her head beneath your crotch, she laps up some of your own wetness, making you quiver as you try to continue standing.

“fuck, robs,” you moan, softly hitting the wall with your fist. say what you want about robin, but she had an amazing tongue. as you felt your coming undone grow closer, you fight the urge to remain on your girlfriends face and pull yourself away. “you’re going to make me cum, baby.”

“that’s not necessarily a bad thing,” she smirks from beneath you and slides back up to her pillows.

“i know, trust me, i know. but this is about you and what you want,” you run your hands through her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead before moving between her legs so that your crotches were now aligned. “you ready, baby?”

you knew she was, though nervous, but the almost excited squeal that left her lips, causes you to giggle. god, she was so cute.

you press yourself down against her, the sensation of her wetness meeting yours is already enough to make you quiver. you loved the idea of her pussy kissing yours, and with a gentle roll of your hips, you’re on fire.

“fuck, y/n,” she half moans, half squeals, your name. her hands grabbing at the pillow beside her head.

her hips begin to buck with yours, the two of you moving as one, as your clits rub together. soft, wet, squelches fill the silence, accompanied by your bated breath and quite moans. and your movements start to speed up. every jut, every roll of the hips, pushes the pressure in the pit of your stomach to grow and as you take in your girlfriend before you and the way her eyes are practically rolling into the back of her head, you struggle to hold out any longer.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” you pant, reaching a hand down to caress her tits through her shirt.

“you feel so, uh, good,” her words are broken up by her moans. “i’m so close, mmm, don’t stop.”

the desperation in her voice, the way she bites her lower lip, the way her brows arch with pleasure, you could see that she was on the brink of cumming, and you wanted to get her there. you wanted to be the one to bring her that pleasure.

fastening your movements, your breath starts to catch in your throat and your movements begin to grow sloppy. her warmth and wetness, making it all the harder, and with a few last juts, robin reaches her high. her feet curl and her stomach tightens, and her mouth forms an ‘o’ as the coil in your stomach breaks right after. blackness consumes your vision, but only for a moment, as you ride out your orgasms together.

“holy fucking shit,” robin cries out, her gaze finally meeting yours once more and she sits up to kiss you. your tongues meeting in the middle as your movements come to a halt.

you pull away so speak but her lips only move to your neck, nipping and sucking on the skin as you try to regain your breath, “i think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had, baby.”

her tongue glides up to your jawline before meeting you with a devilish grin, “we are so doing that again, but… i want to be on top this time.

[beanlot-deactivated20260403]

HATEMAKING

ellie x reader x abby

you thought they hated eachother, turns out abby was much fonder of ellie than you’d anticipated.

word count: 3.1k

genre: smut

warnings: ellie x abby inspired by this - voyeurism, description of spit, threesome things, ellie and ellie giving oral

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you wouldn’t know how to explain it, it just happened.

it would be friday night, r&b backdrop and flickering through the pages of ellie’s pad. sketches of neurons and faded cells from biology, some of which had been scribbled out of ire as you proceeded through the papers. “this is good.” you mumble to her, adjusting the bedsheets between you.

“you aren’t experienced with women, are you?” abby chips in, skin emitting enough humidity that wyoming winter condensated to basaltic arizonan sun under the covers. she raises an eyebrow at the inklings, insecurity that sprinkled off a sensation of jealousy when she sees how indulged you are with each page. a weight that feels so good to drop when she mocks ellie,

“leave her, she’s a good girl.”

only to feel much heavier put back when you stuck up for her; abby’s vigilance not letting ellie’s smirk of ha, get fucked to go unnoticed. it was ellie muttering that abby just wants to sleep with you, and becoming defensive when you’d justified every element of your relationship; then it was abby telling you that ellie was too much of a virgin to make a move. 

but like i said, it just happened.

at first, it was looking at abby for too long - the dreamboat way her freckles glinted with the tv screen ahead, a prophetic fantasy enough that when you’d realised you were both staring at eachother within the surrounding darkness, your vision all too hazy.

“what?”

“… nothing.”

and somewhere between, it was them taking turns kissing at your lips.

the sensual blur of your vision only resembling tipsiness when abby initiates first, forehead nuzzling against yours for a few seconds with lustrous eyes closed. you’d made peace with the fact that oh, this is how we’re sleeping tonight, since it wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary for you to be so physically close on nights where ellie wasn’t beside either of you. but it feels just a tad too personal this time, a little more than merely affection when her nose feathers against yours; lips following just a few seconds later. you thought it would be an accident, something that ellie would be too half-asleep to hear or remember.. but she knows what’s going on, not only from how gravely out of character you’re acting, but the way your hips instinctively roll into her thighs absentmindedly and the subtle sounds of lips smooching against eachother gives the faintest idea. so daring, and pornographic and fuck, she’s getting horny. 

but she’ll stay silent, her suggestive fingers delicate to frame your jaw, pivoting your head her way as she inches closer - eyes of chartreuse not glossed with jealousy or ire as expected, but rather indecency.

slightly hesitant, marshmallow toxin as she tilts her head and lips enrapturing yours. abby’s touch so concentrated that it left whatever pinnacle of sensation on your lips numb by the time ellie had even turned your head - but you delve in nonetheless, hand earthing itself against ellie’s cheek.

but of course, abby’s selfish at heart. seemingly pissy at how accepting you were of ellie’s affection; although her fingers patient and merciful at your jaw, awaiting her go and turning your head her way when she’d decided ellie had her fair share already, it didn’t make up for the patronising bite at your bottom lip. her kisses petty and vindictive enough that you’d settle both hands on her shoulders, breath jagged when you’re inept to regulate it - and ellie remains tolerant, your sweetheart, pupils dilating when she deciphers the outline of abby’s tongue swiping at your own. she wants to touch herself, feel the wrath of raunchy bliss upon hearing your provocative sighs, but her fingers earthing themselves under your waistband instead.

something’s telling you that this isn’t about what you want, it’s about them getting even over your body.

and obviously, you aren’t so forgetting of it - you can feel the way her obscene fingers are discrete to slide your joggers off your hips, aroused by how vulnerable you were between their heating bodies with ellie’s thigh slowly caving itself between your legs. although she’s anticipating, hoping you’d do as she pleads, your hips are rolling into her with such greed that it doesn’t consider a second thought.

“lift up.” abby whispers against your jaw, an urbane tone that contradicts the barbarity of her tongue glossing your neck; your nipples hardening against the callous fabric of your shirt when abby’s fingers grip at the hem, skimming up when you arch your back. “that’s it.” she praises, lips lewdly shearing your collarbone and profanely sucking at your skin, seemingly feeding off the way your skin feels like satin under her fingertips, the small sighs and indications you were dismantling when your nipples peak from your shirt.

their eyes peppering against your breasts, ellie’s lips already instinctively slithering their way against the side of your ribcage. “pretty..” abby mutters, more to herself than either of you, her appreciative timbre prompted by the stiffening of your body when she runs her fingers along the curves. you sigh when she pinches at your nipple, twitching into ellie’s side when abby begins to tenderly roll it between her fingertips.

“very pretty.” her pupils of lapis flickering to your face, dilating so suggestively that you’re tempted to believe you could see your reflection just looking her way. hues of paramountcy drenching the blue globes when her lips lean toward your breast, tongue wetting them momentarily before the warmth of it flattens against your bud. and just like that, goosebumps an epidemic on your arms, her lips indecently sucking at your nipple like she was trying to draw fucking milk from it - the sensitivity overbrimming your left side that it seemed like utter betrayal when the right side started to replicate it, ellie’s lips tenderly attaching itself to your other breast.

and then, it was both of them planted between your legs.

your slit at the mercy of their vulgar touch and zephyr of wintry air. you’d learnt that although ellie was predominantly a tease, abby was impulsive, lips already resting at your inner thigh and fingers delicately tracing your clitoral hood. your thigh settles against her shoulder, quivering not only from the impending heartbeat in your clit but the chasmic contrast between her searing cheek and your bitter skin.

and ellie will stare at how abby leans in, tongue streamlining your slit so precisely; the way it artistically traces your erect clit enough to get her mouth watering - because although something in her gut is telling her this may be competition at stake, she’s finding that working with abby feels easier than working against her.

so she shuffles closer, and unprompted, abby shows her leniency - head up and leaning against your thigh. from common knowledge, ellie was vanilla - you’d expected abby to take such a lead that it would be hard for her to chip in, so it reasonably packages itself a surprise when you feel a tongue so silken compared to the other flick against your clit. “fuck.” you sigh; you know abby’s staring with those feral eyes, edging herself with the luxury of being able to observe your twitching legs.. clenching abdomen and dazed eyes that avoid looking back at her. but it’s when she notices your hips flinch, lips parting with such succulence she has to bite at her own to repress the urge of finishing you off for herself - looking over to see ellie’s fingers delicately spreading you open, tongue masterly burnishing your clit.

“keep doing that.” abby mutters, taking note of the way your stomach flexes; the resistance of your thighs against her palm with every stroke of ellie’s tongue against your cunt. “hm?” ellie hums, eyebrows raised in disruption when she hears the echo of abby’s tone - she’s about to sit up, if it wasn’t for abby’s hand earthing itself into the roots of her hair and caving her tongue further onto your clit.

you whine when ellie’s tongue possesses a grating touch, lapping itself at your bud disgustingly enough that abby notices the jewels of spit sailing from ellie’s lips into your hole. “that.” abby notions, fingers still burrowed into tawny roots; it’s then that ellie feels as though she’s not trying to please you, but abby. she’s passing a test of satisfaction, aiming to perfect an impressive performance for her, and it makes her feel physically fucking sick at the realisation.

but she’ll continue slurping at your cunt, doe eyes that look up at your body; your breasts shiny, hair adhesive to the fabric of your beige pillows, looking like too much of a fucking showpiece that she can’t resist the urge to glissade her forefinger down your slit. tips garnishing just an idea of how morbidly soaked you are, how crudely wet she’d made you from her lips - teasingly gliding the same finger inside of your hole at an agonisingly idyllic angle. an angle that gets your back arched just how she wanted it, gets your hands groping at your breasts, sighs of relief and begging that gratifies not just ellie.. but abby on a contagious level. enough for her to slowly lean forward, cheek brushing against ellie’s, and tongue inhumanely whirling at your clit.

“please let me..” you quiver, gripping at every psychological icicle to aid your brewing orgasm. you can feel both of their tongues whipping against eachother, lips predatory against your folds and hailstones of their saliva polishing your cunt so slickly. “please let me this time.” you beg, vision blurring to tearful haze when you’re left verbally inept; ellie’s finger twining up inside, familiarising itself with your every fucking nook until it finds it, nestling itself at that godforsaken motherfucking bullseye - cunningly pivoting in and out, fucking assaulting you. you’re not sure if you’re crying at this point, cheeks sweltering with everything that abby anderson and ellie williams was made up of.. your whimpers only consisting of sloppy blether of please, please, please.

abby’s hitched breath against your slit, lips egocentrically sheathing your clit and harshly sucking, only leaving space for ellie to drink up what was merely leftovers below abby’s chin. the only thing you managed to elucidate through the ecstasy being the rampant drilling of ellie’s fingers inside of you, slapping against your folds with an erotic dampness. and it’s when you realise your hips are being pushed into the mattress to stop the pathological shaking, the tensing of your pelvis and indescribable desire to grind into their mouths that you feel the ether - intangible snowballing bludgeoning against your hole when their warm tongues lick at your swollen clit, throat closing up enough that you can’t make sound.

and then it catapults.

your hips explosive enough that even abby’s grip can’t restrain the whirring of them, the cyclical shaking of your voice as you yelp out for them. abby there and ellie here; your fingers desperately clawing for just a touch of their fingers, their hair, their shoulders- fucking anything through the amaranthine pixels. but you notice, even through the rhapsody, that their tongues are still tenderly sipping at your brimming juices.. considerate enough to avoid your oversensitivity, but compulsive enough to start licking at eachother instead. their tongues manipulative at their tips, fucking feral to the point both of them refused to swallow; diamonds of their saliva slowly pooling at your thighs instead.

and this is what it came down to, pre-eminence after all; their lips confrontational to merge, sloppy and full of ironic hatred. but they seem to follow eachother, ellie’s lips miraculously chasing abby’s as they sit up, breathless and adversarial when abby pulls herself away.

“you’re my bitch, huh, williams?” abby chuckles, her forehead humid against ellie’s, and you’d be naive to believe it was merely intimacy with the ignorance of their bloodbath history. but through the blood, sweat and tears - you knew abby was trying to flick that petulant switch, and it was starting to wire itself up when ellie resists against her touch.

“fuck you.”

“say it.”

“fuck you.”

“say.. it.”

but ellie stays wooden, eyes empty of feeling threatened. but it contradicts it’s intended purpose when you detect the challenged twitch in abby’s eyebrows, fingers slithering their way to frame ellie’s jaw so enticingly that even you could feel the ungodly grip from where you were. “no?” abby subtly shakes her head, other hand familiarising itself with chestnut fibres; amusing her fingertips with the brassy feel of ellie’s ends. it’s demeaning, and you’re just about to scold abby - but the evocative glint in ellie’s stimulated eyes lets you know that you don’t need to.

“no.. okay..” abby squints, nodding with what you could only decipher was artificial sympathy. and had you blinked, you would’ve missed the hue of oxblood in abby’s irises; narrowing with ire as her fingers crawl themselves into ellie’s roots. “lay down.”

“are you f-“ ellie begins to hiss, only to become completely paralysed under the demeaning supremacy abby knew she hoisted - her sentence cut short when she’s suppressed into the mattress, back arched and ass up. and of course, she tries to resist, tries to wriggle away through the grunts and mutters of fuck you - but eventually finds herself burning out, huffing with the acceptance that abby was just.. much bigger.

“this must be embarrassing for you.” abby mutters, free hand gliding itself down the arch of ellie’s back, lustful enough that you’re devouring the sight of her hoodie being rolled up slowly; bare skin fucking emanating in a saintly splendour, hem of her sports bra mantling the definition of her abdomen, so rugged and appetising.

but ellie’s eyes remain shut to avoid the humiliation of looking at you, especially once she feels abby’s fingers manipulate the mahogany fabric around her legs. abby was nothing more than merely resentment, a migraine after an hour’s walk in the blistering heat, and most politely a pain in the fucking ass. “even i’m gonna struggle looking you in the eye later.” abby sighs, her nails gliding along ellie’s hips enough that even throughout the murk, you could interpret the stained streaks of garnet.

“go fuck yourself.” ellie flinches when she feels a scorching palm strike her, withering with indignity.. enough that she starts to bury her face in the mattress, trying to distance herself from the everlasting degradation that made her appear so vulnerable infront of you. and you couldn’t deny that this wasn’t the ellie you’d gotten so accustomed with - reserved, sure - but disciplined to the point she was nothing but the lowest on the fucking food chain?

and if you thought it was pathetic to look at now, the whimper ambling it’s way from ellie’s muffled lips isn’t overlooked when abby’s fingers sink into her underwear, submerging itself into her slit. “say it, williams.” abby leans over, a sinister whisper against her earlobe. “tell her you’re my bitch.”

but ellie, to abby’s provocative dissatisfaction, still doesn’t tick those intangible boxes; the only thing remotely comprehensible being her suppressed breaths, which amplify when abby lightly taps against her drenched clit. but even abby seems astonished by how fucking compliant ellie was, how much she relishes the shame, and it produces what only could be described as a breathy chuckle. “jesus..” her light taps developing into sordid strokes, which only encourage the impulsive grinding against abby’s hand. “williams, you dirty girl.”

it gets to the point where you start to feel envy ogling at ellie’s convulsing hips, tensing abdomen that motivate you to hallucinate primitively. and it only worsens when you hear ellie start to whine, really whine, when abby’s finger descends into her hole; she’s having to make-do with her hands, but that doesn’t seem to pose a problem. “fuck.” ellie mewls, her marshy walls welcoming abby’s conflicting touch, maybe more than she’d like.

“come here.” and perniciously, abby reinforces that malicious grip on ellie’s hair, throttling her back until she can feel the rigidified homeliness of ellie’s spine against her chest. it’s abject even for you to look at when ellie’s stipulated to rest the back of her head against abby’s shoulder - her fulvous cheeks peppered with rouge pigments fanned by lashes that remain shut (perhaps even involuntary from the rapture), gorgeous lips parted so palatably that it was tempting to drink up the moisture from them, fingers that possessed such a desirable branch of arctic veins; clutching onto the fine and burly muscle of abby’s arms, not to stop her, but to hold on for dear fucking life as abby’s finger starts to hammer into her without mercy.

and let’s just say, it’s one orgasmic sight. ellie’s inner thighs vigorous against eachother, trembling with elation with every thrust of abby’s hand inside of her; she’s helpless to the brunt of euphoria, fingers sorely locking up from clenching so harshly on abby’s wrist. “you’re my bitch, aren’t you, williams?” abby reinstates, her consistency not failing to please - but the same can’t be said for ellie, who receives a malignant slap to the cheek when she doesn’t respond. too busy trying to readjust her breathing, the hallucination of cobalt blur, the oblivious whines whenever abby seems to brutally wallop against her g-spot that her next sentences are rushed and distorted.

“uh huh..” ellie wails, pornographic sounds of abby’s fingers slapping against her cunt; cheek smeared with merlot from its previous dispute with abby’s palm, which seemed rather tame considering the friction between the two and unearthly differences in silhouette. but finally, abby feels that tinge of victory when ellie gives into her, angling her palm directly onto her clitoral hood.

“what was that? you’re my bitch, aren’t you?”

“yes, fuck yes..”

“say it.”

“i’m your bitch, abby.. i’m.. oh fuck..”

“atta’ girl.” abby praises; by the way ellie starts strenuously shuddering, hips clenching in primitive patterns, thighs parted filthily and the blood-raising tone of her resistless exhales lets you know she’s just came. the sensations of cloud nine a transmission when you feel your clit flutter at the hostile sight of abby lowering ellie face down into the mattress, bitter tone that nosedives directly into ellie’s ear. “stay the fuck down, you hear me?”

and a part of you feels fucking diminished when you see ellie’s head numbly nod, her fingers twitching against the mattress. but nowhere as near as the defeat of meeting abby’s eyes, sedating and carnivorous within the pools of ravening lazuli as she narrows you down, fingers still gelled with ellie’s discharge when they touch your waist.

“come here you. we’re not done.”

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HATEMAKING

ellie x reader x abby

you thought they hated eachother, turns out abby was much fonder of ellie than you’d anticipated.

word count: 3.1k

genre: smut

warnings: ellie x abby inspired by this - voyeurism, description of spit, threesome things, ellie and ellie giving oral

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you wouldn’t know how to explain it, it just happened.

it would be friday night, r&b backdrop and flickering through the pages of ellie’s pad. sketches of neurons and faded cells from biology, some of which had been scribbled out of ire as you proceeded through the papers. “this is good.” you mumble to her, adjusting the bedsheets between you.

“you aren’t experienced with women, are you?” abby chips in, skin emitting enough humidity that wyoming winter condensated to basaltic arizonan sun under the covers. she raises an eyebrow at the inklings, insecurity that sprinkled off a sensation of jealousy when she sees how indulged you are with each page. a weight that feels so good to drop when she mocks ellie,

“leave her, she’s a good girl.”

only to feel much heavier put back when you stuck up for her; abby’s vigilance not letting ellie’s smirk of ha, get fucked to go unnoticed. it was ellie muttering that abby just wants to sleep with you, and becoming defensive when you’d justified every element of your relationship; then it was abby telling you that ellie was too much of a virgin to make a move. 

but like i said, it just happened.

at first, it was looking at abby for too long - the dreamboat way her freckles glinted with the tv screen ahead, a prophetic fantasy enough that when you’d realised you were both staring at eachother within the surrounding darkness, your vision all too hazy.

“what?”

“… nothing.”

and somewhere between, it was them taking turns kissing at your lips.

the sensual blur of your vision only resembling tipsiness when abby initiates first, forehead nuzzling against yours for a few seconds with lustrous eyes closed. you’d made peace with the fact that oh, this is how we’re sleeping tonight, since it wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary for you to be so physically close on nights where ellie wasn’t beside either of you. but it feels just a tad too personal this time, a little more than merely affection when her nose feathers against yours; lips following just a few seconds later. you thought it would be an accident, something that ellie would be too half-asleep to hear or remember.. but she knows what’s going on, not only from how gravely out of character you’re acting, but the way your hips instinctively roll into her thighs absentmindedly and the subtle sounds of lips smooching against eachother gives the faintest idea. so daring, and pornographic and fuck, she’s getting horny. 

but she’ll stay silent, her suggestive fingers delicate to frame your jaw, pivoting your head her way as she inches closer - eyes of chartreuse not glossed with jealousy or ire as expected, but rather indecency.

slightly hesitant, marshmallow toxin as she tilts her head and lips enrapturing yours. abby’s touch so concentrated that it left whatever pinnacle of sensation on your lips numb by the time ellie had even turned your head - but you delve in nonetheless, hand earthing itself against ellie’s cheek.

but of course, abby’s selfish at heart. seemingly pissy at how accepting you were of ellie’s affection; although her fingers patient and merciful at your jaw, awaiting her go and turning your head her way when she’d decided ellie had her fair share already, it didn’t make up for the patronising bite at your bottom lip. her kisses petty and vindictive enough that you’d settle both hands on her shoulders, breath jagged when you’re inept to regulate it - and ellie remains tolerant, your sweetheart, pupils dilating when she deciphers the outline of abby’s tongue swiping at your own. she wants to touch herself, feel the wrath of raunchy bliss upon hearing your provocative sighs, but her fingers earthing themselves under your waistband instead.

something’s telling you that this isn’t about what you want, it’s about them getting even over your body.

and obviously, you aren’t so forgetting of it - you can feel the way her obscene fingers are discrete to slide your joggers off your hips, aroused by how vulnerable you were between their heating bodies with ellie’s thigh slowly caving itself between your legs. although she’s anticipating, hoping you’d do as she pleads, your hips are rolling into her with such greed that it doesn’t consider a second thought.

“lift up.” abby whispers against your jaw, an urbane tone that contradicts the barbarity of her tongue glossing your neck; your nipples hardening against the callous fabric of your shirt when abby’s fingers grip at the hem, skimming up when you arch your back. “that’s it.” she praises, lips lewdly shearing your collarbone and profanely sucking at your skin, seemingly feeding off the way your skin feels like satin under her fingertips, the small sighs and indications you were dismantling when your nipples peak from your shirt.

their eyes peppering against your breasts, ellie’s lips already instinctively slithering their way against the side of your ribcage. “pretty..” abby mutters, more to herself than either of you, her appreciative timbre prompted by the stiffening of your body when she runs her fingers along the curves. you sigh when she pinches at your nipple, twitching into ellie’s side when abby begins to tenderly roll it between her fingertips.

“very pretty.” her pupils of lapis flickering to your face, dilating so suggestively that you’re tempted to believe you could see your reflection just looking her way. hues of paramountcy drenching the blue globes when her lips lean toward your breast, tongue wetting them momentarily before the warmth of it flattens against your bud. and just like that, goosebumps an epidemic on your arms, her lips indecently sucking at your nipple like she was trying to draw fucking milk from it - the sensitivity overbrimming your left side that it seemed like utter betrayal when the right side started to replicate it, ellie’s lips tenderly attaching itself to your other breast.

and then, it was both of them planted between your legs.

your slit at the mercy of their vulgar touch and zephyr of wintry air. you’d learnt that although ellie was predominantly a tease, abby was impulsive, lips already resting at your inner thigh and fingers delicately tracing your clitoral hood. your thigh settles against her shoulder, quivering not only from the impending heartbeat in your clit but the chasmic contrast between her searing cheek and your bitter skin.

and ellie will stare at how abby leans in, tongue streamlining your slit so precisely; the way it artistically traces your erect clit enough to get her mouth watering - because although something in her gut is telling her this may be competition at stake, she’s finding that working with abby feels easier than working against her.

so she shuffles closer, and unprompted, abby shows her leniency - head up and leaning against your thigh. from common knowledge, ellie was vanilla - you’d expected abby to take such a lead that it would be hard for her to chip in, so it reasonably packages itself a surprise when you feel a tongue so silken compared to the other flick against your clit. “fuck.” you sigh; you know abby’s staring with those feral eyes, edging herself with the luxury of being able to observe your twitching legs.. clenching abdomen and dazed eyes that avoid looking back at her. but it’s when she notices your hips flinch, lips parting with such succulence she has to bite at her own to repress the urge of finishing you off for herself - looking over to see ellie’s fingers delicately spreading you open, tongue masterly burnishing your clit.

“keep doing that.” abby mutters, taking note of the way your stomach flexes; the resistance of your thighs against her palm with every stroke of ellie’s tongue against your cunt. “hm?” ellie hums, eyebrows raised in disruption when she hears the echo of abby’s tone - she’s about to sit up, if it wasn’t for abby’s hand earthing itself into the roots of her hair and caving her tongue further onto your clit.

you whine when ellie’s tongue possesses a grating touch, lapping itself at your bud disgustingly enough that abby notices the jewels of spit sailing from ellie’s lips into your hole. “that.” abby notions, fingers still burrowed into tawny roots; it’s then that ellie feels as though she’s not trying to please you, but abby. she’s passing a test of satisfaction, aiming to perfect an impressive performance for her, and it makes her feel physically fucking sick at the realisation.

but she’ll continue slurping at your cunt, doe eyes that look up at your body; your breasts shiny, hair adhesive to the fabric of your beige pillows, looking like too much of a fucking showpiece that she can’t resist the urge to glissade her forefinger down your slit. tips garnishing just an idea of how morbidly soaked you are, how crudely wet she’d made you from her lips - teasingly gliding the same finger inside of your hole at an agonisingly idyllic angle. an angle that gets your back arched just how she wanted it, gets your hands groping at your breasts, sighs of relief and begging that gratifies not just ellie.. but abby on a contagious level. enough for her to slowly lean forward, cheek brushing against ellie’s, and tongue inhumanely whirling at your clit.

“please let me..” you quiver, gripping at every psychological icicle to aid your brewing orgasm. you can feel both of their tongues whipping against eachother, lips predatory against your folds and hailstones of their saliva polishing your cunt so slickly. “please let me this time.” you beg, vision blurring to tearful haze when you’re left verbally inept; ellie’s finger twining up inside, familiarising itself with your every fucking nook until it finds it, nestling itself at that godforsaken motherfucking bullseye - cunningly pivoting in and out, fucking assaulting you. you’re not sure if you’re crying at this point, cheeks sweltering with everything that abby anderson and ellie williams was made up of.. your whimpers only consisting of sloppy blether of please, please, please.

abby’s hitched breath against your slit, lips egocentrically sheathing your clit and harshly sucking, only leaving space for ellie to drink up what was merely leftovers below abby’s chin. the only thing you managed to elucidate through the ecstasy being the rampant drilling of ellie’s fingers inside of you, slapping against your folds with an erotic dampness. and it’s when you realise your hips are being pushed into the mattress to stop the pathological shaking, the tensing of your pelvis and indescribable desire to grind into their mouths that you feel the ether - intangible snowballing bludgeoning against your hole when their warm tongues lick at your swollen clit, throat closing up enough that you can’t make sound.

and then it catapults.

your hips explosive enough that even abby’s grip can’t restrain the whirring of them, the cyclical shaking of your voice as you yelp out for them. abby there and ellie here; your fingers desperately clawing for just a touch of their fingers, their hair, their shoulders- fucking anything through the amaranthine pixels. but you notice, even through the rhapsody, that their tongues are still tenderly sipping at your brimming juices.. considerate enough to avoid your oversensitivity, but compulsive enough to start licking at eachother instead. their tongues manipulative at their tips, fucking feral to the point both of them refused to swallow; diamonds of their saliva slowly pooling at your thighs instead.

and this is what it came down to, pre-eminence after all; their lips confrontational to merge, sloppy and full of ironic hatred. but they seem to follow eachother, ellie’s lips miraculously chasing abby’s as they sit up, breathless and adversarial when abby pulls herself away.

“you’re my bitch, huh, williams?” abby chuckles, her forehead humid against ellie’s, and you’d be naive to believe it was merely intimacy with the ignorance of their bloodbath history. but through the blood, sweat and tears - you knew abby was trying to flick that petulant switch, and it was starting to wire itself up when ellie resists against her touch.

“fuck you.”

“say it.”

“fuck you.”

“say.. it.”

but ellie stays wooden, eyes empty of feeling threatened. but it contradicts it’s intended purpose when you detect the challenged twitch in abby’s eyebrows, fingers slithering their way to frame ellie’s jaw so enticingly that even you could feel the ungodly grip from where you were. “no?” abby subtly shakes her head, other hand familiarising itself with chestnut fibres; amusing her fingertips with the brassy feel of ellie’s ends. it’s demeaning, and you’re just about to scold abby - but the evocative glint in ellie’s stimulated eyes lets you know that you don’t need to.

“no.. okay..” abby squints, nodding with what you could only decipher was artificial sympathy. and had you blinked, you would’ve missed the hue of oxblood in abby’s irises; narrowing with ire as her fingers crawl themselves into ellie’s roots. “lay down.”

“are you f-“ ellie begins to hiss, only to become completely paralysed under the demeaning supremacy abby knew she hoisted - her sentence cut short when she’s suppressed into the mattress, back arched and ass up. and of course, she tries to resist, tries to wriggle away through the grunts and mutters of fuck you - but eventually finds herself burning out, huffing with the acceptance that abby was just.. much bigger.

“this must be embarrassing for you.” abby mutters, free hand gliding itself down the arch of ellie’s back, lustful enough that you’re devouring the sight of her hoodie being rolled up slowly; bare skin fucking emanating in a saintly splendour, hem of her sports bra mantling the definition of her abdomen, so rugged and appetising.

but ellie’s eyes remain shut to avoid the humiliation of looking at you, especially once she feels abby’s fingers manipulate the mahogany fabric around her legs. abby was nothing more than merely resentment, a migraine after an hour’s walk in the blistering heat, and most politely a pain in the fucking ass. “even i’m gonna struggle looking you in the eye later.” abby sighs, her nails gliding along ellie’s hips enough that even throughout the murk, you could interpret the stained streaks of garnet.

“go fuck yourself.” ellie flinches when she feels a scorching palm strike her, withering with indignity.. enough that she starts to bury her face in the mattress, trying to distance herself from the everlasting degradation that made her appear so vulnerable infront of you. and you couldn’t deny that this wasn’t the ellie you’d gotten so accustomed with - reserved, sure - but disciplined to the point she was nothing but the lowest on the fucking food chain?

and if you thought it was pathetic to look at now, the whimper ambling it’s way from ellie’s muffled lips isn’t overlooked when abby’s fingers sink into her underwear, submerging itself into her slit. “say it, williams.” abby leans over, a sinister whisper against her earlobe. “tell her you’re my bitch.”

but ellie, to abby’s provocative dissatisfaction, still doesn’t tick those intangible boxes; the only thing remotely comprehensible being her suppressed breaths, which amplify when abby lightly taps against her drenched clit. but even abby seems astonished by how fucking compliant ellie was, how much she relishes the shame, and it produces what only could be described as a breathy chuckle. “jesus..” her light taps developing into sordid strokes, which only encourage the impulsive grinding against abby’s hand. “williams, you dirty girl.”

it gets to the point where you start to feel envy ogling at ellie’s convulsing hips, tensing abdomen that motivate you to hallucinate primitively. and it only worsens when you hear ellie start to whine, really whine, when abby’s finger descends into her hole; she’s having to make-do with her hands, but that doesn’t seem to pose a problem. “fuck.” ellie mewls, her marshy walls welcoming abby’s conflicting touch, maybe more than she’d like.

“come here.” and perniciously, abby reinforces that malicious grip on ellie’s hair, throttling her back until she can feel the rigidified homeliness of ellie’s spine against her chest. it’s abject even for you to look at when ellie’s stipulated to rest the back of her head against abby’s shoulder - her fulvous cheeks peppered with rouge pigments fanned by lashes that remain shut (perhaps even involuntary from the rapture), gorgeous lips parted so palatably that it was tempting to drink up the moisture from them, fingers that possessed such a desirable branch of arctic veins; clutching onto the fine and burly muscle of abby’s arms, not to stop her, but to hold on for dear fucking life as abby’s finger starts to hammer into her without mercy.

and let’s just say, it’s one orgasmic sight. ellie’s inner thighs vigorous against eachother, trembling with elation with every thrust of abby’s hand inside of her; she’s helpless to the brunt of euphoria, fingers sorely locking up from clenching so harshly on abby’s wrist. “you’re my bitch, aren’t you, williams?” abby reinstates, her consistency not failing to please - but the same can’t be said for ellie, who receives a malignant slap to the cheek when she doesn’t respond. too busy trying to readjust her breathing, the hallucination of cobalt blur, the oblivious whines whenever abby seems to brutally wallop against her g-spot that her next sentences are rushed and distorted.

“uh huh..” ellie wails, pornographic sounds of abby’s fingers slapping against her cunt; cheek smeared with merlot from its previous dispute with abby’s palm, which seemed rather tame considering the friction between the two and unearthly differences in silhouette. but finally, abby feels that tinge of victory when ellie gives into her, angling her palm directly onto her clitoral hood.

“what was that? you’re my bitch, aren’t you?”

“yes, fuck yes..”

“say it.”

“i’m your bitch, abby.. i’m.. oh fuck..”

“atta’ girl.” abby praises; by the way ellie starts strenuously shuddering, hips clenching in primitive patterns, thighs parted filthily and the blood-raising tone of her resistless exhales lets you know she’s just came. the sensations of cloud nine a transmission when you feel your clit flutter at the hostile sight of abby lowering ellie face down into the mattress, bitter tone that nosedives directly into ellie’s ear. “stay the fuck down, you hear me?”

and a part of you feels fucking diminished when you see ellie’s head numbly nod, her fingers twitching against the mattress. but nowhere as near as the defeat of meeting abby’s eyes, sedating and carnivorous within the pools of ravening lazuli as she narrows you down, fingers still gelled with ellie’s discharge when they touch your waist.

“come here you. we’re not done.”

[ellieshaze]

The lesbian urge to live on a farm and raise a baby with Ellie <3

[ellieshaze]

After Dark

{Part 3}

Ellie Williams X F! reader

Warnings: language , blood , kissing ofc , so much fluff fr , ellie is a big baby idc what y’all say

Word Count: 3k words

This probably sucks because i wrote it half asleep last night but whatever. Also, this one isn’t nsfw but the parts before are and the ones after this will be <3

Read part 2 here

It had been a few days since that night with Ellie in your bedroom, and she had been avoiding you ever since. Jackson is a small town, so she couldn’t avoid you forever, at least you thought. If you went into a room she happened to be in, she’d come up with any excuse to leave. When walking down the main street of Jackson, if you were on the same side or anywhere near her she’d go far around you. While patrolling she made sure you never got on the same patrol as her, even if it was a group. It was definitely petty but you deserved it, you had hurt her.

You wanted to apologize to her but every time you’d try and go up to her, she’d leave before you got to her. Honestly, it was kind of annoying and childish that she thought she could avoid you forever. On day four of Ellie ignoring you, you decided you’d do whatever you could to get close to her again, and try to apologize to her. “Jesse!” You yelled as you picked up pace to get to him, it was in the middle of the main street of Jackson. “Hm?” He muttered, turning around to face you. You grabbed his arm and dragged him off between two buildings, because if Ellie saw she’d know what was up. “Switch patrols with me” You said to him, he still looked confused as to why he was dragged away. “Why couldn’t you just ask me out there?” He was leaned against the side of the small shop, looking down at you.

“Doesn’t matter, can i have your patrol or not?” You asked him, feeling a little stupid for being overly paranoid. “Yeah sure.. weird that you wanna patrol so bad but whatever” Was all Jesse said before he walked away, laughing a little to himself. You made your way quickly back to your house, changing into clothes that were fit for being out in the snow for an extended period of time. You wore black jeans that were faded and torn up a little, a random long sleeved shirt and a heavy black jacket. You noticed Ellie’s gray hoodie on your bed, but you didn’t bring it, not knowing if she’d even want to talk to you in the first place. When you made it to your front door, about to leave, you suddenly got nervous. What if she refused to go and you were left to patrol by yourself or with someone you didn’t know well?

When you were finally able to build up the courage to leave your house you headed down to the stables. You expected Ellie to be there already, but she wasn’t, so you headed in for your horse. The horse you had bonded with was a paint mare, she was white with black running down from her neck all the way to the base of her tail. Her name was Eagle, she was found roaming around near Jackson, and had almost been killed by infected. “Hey girl” You said softly to the horse, you grabbed a handful of treats and held your hand out to her. She whinnied at you as she ate the treats, when she was done you grabbed onto her reins as you walked her out of the barn. You mounted your horse and sat by the gate, waiting for Ellie to show up.

You were running your hands through the mane of Eagle when you heard hoof steps approaching. You heard a grunt and when you looked up you saw Ellie on top of her horse, Shimmer. She avoided your eyes when she yelled at a woman who was standing near the weaponry by the gate, and she came quickly, two rifles in her hand. She handed one to you and then the other to Ellie before she yelled for the gates to be opened. Once the large gates were open, Shimmer raced forward, and you whistled at Eagle, indicating for her to go. Not long after, you caught up to Ellie, and your horses trotted side by side once you made it into the thick forest. You had only been out this way a handful of times, months before. “We have to make sure the town nearby is still clear.” Ellie said to you, oh how you missed her voice. Before you could respond she picked up pace, clearly trying to get this over with as soon as possible.

Once the two of you made it to the edge of the town, the two horses were now at a slow trot, unable to go fast because if they made too much noise infected nearby would hear and you’d be swarmed. You wanted to say something to Ellie as the two of you sat quietly on the backs of your horses, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. After a few minutes of silence you decided that you had to talk to her, that was the whole reason you took Jesse’s patrol anyways. “Ellie-“ You started but were cut off by the clicking sound you immediately recognized as a clickers, and your horses eyes went wide as she whinnied and began trotting faster. You gently pat your horse, trying to calm her as you got her to stop, you and Ellie both getting off your horses.

You both tied your horses in a nearby garage, closing it to ensure their safety. The clickers noise began again, it was louder and coming from a nearby convenience store, walking towards the door the both of you crouched down. Ellie glanced at you, nodding before she opened the door quietly, you made your way in quietly behind her. When you got into the store, you stood behind a shelf, looking out into the store to see two clickers, sighing as you reached for the blade in your boot. You and Ellie nodded at each other as she made her way to the one on the left, you on the right. Ellie brought hers down first, stabbing it in the neck quickly, bringing it to the ground silently. You were only a foot from the clicker when you stepped on glass, your heart dropping to your stomach.

You jumped to your feet, the clicker screaming out at you as it grabbed onto you. “Fuck!” You yelled, holding it back with your arm, but you weren’t strong enough and it knocked you to the ground. Your blade fell from your hand, now using both hands to keep the clicker off of you. Only a moment later Ellie came up, shoving her switchblade into the clickers head and pulling it off of you. “Holy shit” Ellie muttered, immediately on her knees, grabbing into your hand. Only then did you realize there was blood pouring from a wound on your hand. She began to wipe away the blood even though it was still coming out fast. “Not a bite…” She sighed, closing her eyes and you could tell she was relieved.

“It may not be a bite but I am still bleeding everywhere.” You said to her, laughing a little through the pain that now overcame you. She tore fabric from her jacket, the one she usually wore over her gray hoodie but you remembered, you still had it. She wrapped the fabric around your hand, holding onto it to keep pressure on the wound. She helped you to your feet, “We need to find something to clean the wound, Jackson is too far but there’s a house across the street. They might have something.” She picked up your knife from the floor, handing it to you and turning to walk out the door. “Ellie your back” You said to her, noticing blood seeping through her shirt on her shoulder blade. She reached a hand back and touched her shoulder, her hand covered in fresh blood. “Let’s go.” Was all she said in response before opening the door.

When you made it to the house across the street you made your way inside, Ellie ahead to make sure it was clear. She took out a stalker in the basement but aside from that, it was clear. When the two of you began to loot the rooms, she found some gauze, wrap and alcohol in an upstairs bathroom. You both ended up seated on the couch downstairs in the living room, and Ellie took your hand in hers. You watched her as she unwrapped your hand and poured alcohol onto it, you winced in pain but didn’t pull away from her grasp. You watched as she cleaned the deep gash on the palm of your hand, almost forgetting the pain as you were mesmerized by her focused face. Once she was done, she wrapped your hand with the gauze and then the tan wrap, tying it off tightly to be certain it would hold.

“Your turn” You said to Ellie as she let go of your hand gently. “I’m fine” She muttered, she wouldn’t meet your gaze for even a second. “Don’t be dumb, turn around and pull your shirt down.” You said firmly, and she didn’t object any further as she pulled her jacket off, and undid the buttons of her flannel, the one that she wore the first night everything between you began. She pulled it down on the shoulder, exposing a bloody cut on her shoulder blade, not nearly as deep as the one on your hand was. You poured some of the alcohol onto a cloth and brought it to the wound, noticing how she flinched at the sharp pain of the alcohol on a fresh cut. Once you cleaned the wound, you pulled her shirt back over her shoulder. “Can’t really wrap it because of the placement.” You as you began to shove things back into your backpack, watching as Ellie began to put her jacket back on.

Ellie was about to stand when you grabbed her hand, she stopped and just looked at you. “Don’t” She muttered, you heard some sadness in her voice, but no hatred or anger. “Please, just listen to me” You pleaded with her, and she didn’t object or move so you assumed she’d listen. “I’m sorry-“ you started but were cut off, “sorry doesn’t fix shit” Ellie snapped at you, anger was now slightly noticeable in her voice. “Just let me finish.” you said to her, your eyes not leaving hers no matter how angry and hurt they looked. She sat there, not saying another word. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have made you hide and i know i shouldn’t give a shit what people think. But i’ve seen how they’ve treated you, and i just- I don’t think i could deal with that.”

Ellie was fumbling with her hands now, something you’ve noticed she does when she’s nervous. “I don’t know how to just tell my parents, it’s weird to bring it up randomly” You said, your eyes landed at your feet, unable to even look in her direction anymore. “I’m not asking you to tell anyone.” Ellie finally spoke, “I just- don’t want you to pretend there’s nothing happening here when anyone else is around. I want to be able to be seen in public with you, i don’t want you to feel ashamed of me.” She sounded sad, you could feel her eyes on you. “I’m not ashamed of you, Ellie. I’m ashamed of myself.” Your eyes finally left your feet, meeting her sad green eyes. “Well fuck that,” Ellie said, grabbing your injured hand again, “We’re out here fighting infected, protecting that fucking town and those people. If they have an issue you can just remind them of that.”

“What if they don’t want me to be around the children anymore? I know some of them think it’s inappropriate” Ellie laughed at that, “Well they can deal with it because Maria decides on who does what and she won’t stand for that shit” You smiled at her, Maria was known to not take peoples shit and do whatever she felt was right whether it made people mad or not. “I am sorry, Ellie.” You said to her, holding her gaze, “It’s okay” Ellie said softly, she even smiled a little and it seemed to be genuine. “We should finish patrol and head back, we’ve been gone far too long” You nodded and grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

When the two of you made your way back into Jackson, you were both smiling like idiots. When you brought your horses back to the barn, Ellie looked around for a moment before leaning in to kiss you. As much as you wanted to pull away and make sure nobody saw, you didn’t, you were done trying to be someone else. You leaned into her, one of your hands grabbing her waist, pulling her closer to you. Only a moment later she pulled away, saying her goodbyes and waving at you on her way out. “So that’s what stealing my patrol was about” You jumped, turning to see Jesse standing there, a stupid smirk on his face. “Shut up” you groaned, leaving the stables before he could say anything else.

When you got home, you had found out that there was some event going on at the main hall in Jackson. Just some dancing and drinking, these only happened occasionally, usually when things were going well and there were no recent casualties. You decided that you were going to go, because you knew Ellie probably would show up for her friends. Before you headed out, you took a shower, not wanting to smell like blood and sweat any longer. Putting on a simple button up and jeans you left your house, heading towards the hall. Your family had joined you, it seemed like most of the town was there.

You immediately spotted Ellie when you made your way inside, she was leaned against a table with a drink in hand. She was wearing a blue flannel, the sleeves rolled up and unbuttoned to reveal a white shirt underneath. You noticed she wore the same type of outfits frequently, but you definitely were not complaining. Her hair was tied up, some strands hung loose as usual, her look was so basic but it had your eyes lingering for way longer than they should. She didn’t seem to notice you as you walked up, leaning against the table next to her. “Hey” You said, looking over at Ellie. “She smiled softly at you, “Hey.” You knew that your apology earlier that day wouldn’t fix everything, and that you needed to do more to make up for your shitty behavior.

Without thinking you grabbed her drink, drinking the last of it, it was disgusting but you needed the confidence. “Hey-“ Ellie said, not seeming to be mad but more confused. You grabbed her hand and dragged her to the middle of the room, the song had ended and a slower one had begun. You pulled her into you, your arms wrapping around her neck, and hers finding their place on your waist. “This is new” Ellie said, sounding impressed. “I’ve decided it doesn’t matter what people think” She smiled at you as the two of you swayed to the music, and you couldn’t help but lean in. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as you leaned in to kiss her, very aware of the fact that other people were around.

Her lips were soft on yours, her hands squeezed your waist tighter and your arms tightened around her neck. The two of you kissed for just a few more moments before pulling apart, smiling at each other like idiots. You looked around and then you saw it, a few had their eyes on the two of you, but nobody said a thing. You saw your family on the other side of the room, they were also looking at you but you didn’t see disgust or anger on any of their faces. “See” Ellie said softly. When the song came to an end and you walked away, Ellie’s hand in yours, not caring what anyone else thought in that moment. The two of you left early, walking down the snowy streets towards your house.

You leaned into her side as the two of you walked, your arms linked. “So are you my girlfriend now?” You asked her, immediately feeling stupid for even asking. “Do you want me to be?” She laughed softly, her head leaning into yours. You smiled, nodding but saying nothing more. “Then yes.” Ellie responded.

Soon you regretted not bringing a jacket with you when you began to shiver. Yes, Jackson wasn’t that big, but it was still cold as fuck. When you got to the porch you stopped, “can you stay with me?” She nodded, and with that you opened the door,walking in and slamming it shut quickly. Thankful for the warmth of the house. You grabbed her hand as the two of you made it to your room, the only lights were the blue christmas lights hanging around your walls.

When you made it to your room, Ellie immediately hopped onto your bed, getting comfortable. “Is that my hoodie?” She asked you, grabbing it off the edge of your bed. Your eyes went wide, it was so embarrassing to not only still have her hoodie, but it was in your bed, for days. “Uh-“ Was all you said, unsure of how to explain to her why you kept it in her bed instead of returning it to her. “Keep it.” She said, laughing a little at how flustered you had gotten. You didn’t say anything as you climbed onto your bed, your shoes discarded on the floor next to Ellie’s. Both of you just lied there on your sides, facing each other but not saying anything. After a few minutes you noticed she was drowsy, looking like she was about to fall asleep any moment. Without thinking, you pulled her close to you, her face leaned into your chest as she drifted off. Only yesterday Ellie was upset with you, and now she was in your bed, asleep in your arms.

[ellieshaze]

After Dark

{Part 2}

NSFW! Minors dni

Ellie Williams X F! reader

warnings: Language , lots of kissing , the knee thing , Ellie is obsessed w ur tits, Thigh riding if you squint, a lot of messing around w boobs , Ellie being shy & whiny , some homophobia :[ , angst

word count: 2.6k

Read part 1 here

A week had passed since you were with Ellie in that dim lit alley. You had seen her around Jackson during meetings, on patrols and just walking around. But like before, you were nervous to approach her. You were afraid that it was in fact just a one time thing after having one too many to drink.

Everyone in Jackson had a job, there were guards, people who’d be stationed by the tops of the walls watching for infected or people. Then there were patrols, they’d patrol around Jackson and the surrounding abandoned towns. Their job was to clear infected, bring supplies and even people if they found survivors alone out there. But others had simpler jobs, cleaning up around Jackson, cooking in the restaurants and making food for the patrols. And then there was yours, teaching at the small school for the younger kids. You and a few others rotated with the kids, and today was your day. When the day had ended you stayed behind to clean up, by the time you were grabbing your jacket and bag it was already dark out.

There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, probably 5 inches of snow. It was the middle of January, at least that’s what everyone predicted, it was hard to be certain. You walked down the street of Jackson, snow falling all around you. The only light out was the streetlight but it was still a good distance away from you. You shivered, realizing you didn’t wear heavy enough clothes for the snowy weather. You sped up your pace, trying to get to the warmth of your home as soon as possible. Most other people were asleep, few were out though, making their way home after work or patrol. You were only a block from your house when you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. You turned only to be face to face with Ellie.

You jumped slightly, “You can’t sneak up on people like that!” Ellie laughed at that, “Sorry, let me walk you home, yeah?” You sighed, knowing you couldn’t be upset at the girl in front of you after she had just offered to walk you home. “Okay” You said quietly in response before Ellie grabbed your hand in hers, lacing your fingers together. You looked over at her, her hair was tied in a bun with a few loose strands of hair hanging down her face. She turned to face you, only smiling awkwardly. She seemed to be… embarrassed? That was a new one for Ellie, she was usually always self confident and so sure of herself but she looked to be embarrassed by the way you admired her.

You smiled to yourself, but said nothing, swaying your interlocked hands back and forth as she walked you home. “What are you doing?” Ellie laughed at you. The two of you walked for only a few more minutes until you ended up at the doorstep of your house. “Why did it take you a week to talk to me?” You blurted out when you stopped by your door, hands still in one another’s. Ellie looked shocked that you even brought it up, “I was afraid you regretted it, you didn’t approach me either yanno” She muttered, not even able to hold your gaze. “I don’t, do you?” You asked her, anxiety building up in your stomach as you waited for her response.

Ellie’s head snapped up, eyes meeting yours, “Of course i don’t” She said to you, this time she didn’t leave your gaze. You smiled at her, feeling a boost of confidence building up in you. “I-“ Ellie began but was cut off when your lips met hers. She was frozen for a moment but she quickly melted into the kiss, this time you had control over it. You pulled her into you by her waist, one of her hands rested on your cheek as her other arm wrapped around your neck. The kiss was gentle, her lips were more chapped than they were before but you weren’t complaining. From her smell you could tell she had just showered, she probably just got back from patrol.

You bit on Ellie’s lip which caused her to gasp, allowing your tongue to enter her mouth. The kiss became more heavy as you pushed her gently against the front door of your house. Your hand moved down her waist to her hip, your grip so tight it would definitely leave marks on her. You pushed your leg between hers, your knee meeting the spot between her legs. She gasped before she broke the kiss, “We’re still outside, you know that right?” Ellie chuckled, you laughed embarrassingly in response. You both looked around the neighborhood, not seeing anyone since it was so late. “Come inside?” You muttered to Ellie, she nodded quickly in response and you opened the door, peeking in to make sure nobody else was still wandering downstairs.

You opened the door further, allowing ellie to follow you inside. The house you lived in was a nice, gray two story house with 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms and a huge ass kitchen. “Woah” Ellie said to herself as she walked around the living room, looking at all of the pictures and paintings on the wall. “C’mon” You said, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind you down the hallways towards your room. Everyone else had rooms upstairs, yours was the only one that was downstairs but it was directly below your parents room. You reached the door, gripping the handle, praying it didn’t make any noises when you pulled it open. Ellie walked ahead of you, her hand breaking free from yours as she walked further into your room. It was a small, cozy room. A decently large bed was in the middle of the room against the wall, a window directly behind it. On one side was a bookshelf stocked with books, comics and random things you had found or been given. On the other, there was a desk and a small dresser that held your clothes.

Ellie walked over to your bed, falling down on top of it, running her hands through the velvet blanket that lied on top of it. “Damn this bed is nicer than mine,” she said, you just smiled at her. Ellie sat up, taking her shoes off and the gray hoodie she wore, tossing it on the floor. She was left in a white t shirt that looked to be very snug, leaving your eyes to wander to places they shouldn’t. “Making yourself at home i see” Ellie laughed in response, leaning against the headboard of your bed now, just looking at you. You unzipped the jacket you wore, throwing it onto the floor next to hers and taking off your boots. You were wearing a simple black shirt and jeans now, and you noticed Ellie’s eyes on your body the second you took off the jacket. “Get over here” Ellie said, you could hear the desperation in her voice, it was honestly kinda cute.

“Hold on” You said, walking over to the light switch, turning it off, your room was now illuminated by the old blue christmas lights you had found on a run, leaving just enough light to see one another but not to be blinded by the bright light on your ceiling. You walked back over to your bed, climbing on, and you realized what was about to happen, you felt anxiety building up in you. You now were sitting next to Ellie, she was sitting with her knees to her chest, leaning against the headboard. “Your room is nice” Ellie muttered, clearly as nervous as you. It was different, last week in the alley you were both full of confidence, and even just back at your front door. But now, you were alone in a bed, where nobody could see or interrupt what was happening, unlike before. It was more intimate than any of the previous predicaments.

Ellie turned to you, reaching out a hand, using her fingers to move your face towards hers. You looked into her eyes, and you could see the anxiety and desperation in her eyes. Before either of you could say anything, Ellie leaned forward. She pecked your lips softly, before she pushed you down onto your back, climbing on top of you. Her legs straddled yours as she began to kiss and suck hickeys into your neck. You let out soft gasps as her lips left their marks on your neck, her hand held yours above your head while your other was gripping the sheets. Ellie bit your neck but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to turn you on more.

Ellie’s hands ran slowly down your chest, and stopped at the hem of your shirt, she pulled her head from the crook of your neck before doing more. “This okay?” She asked you, her voice was gentle, you nodded. With that, she pulled your shirt above your head, leaving you in a simple black bra. She tossed your shirt onto the floor as she kissed down your chest, stopping on your covered breasts. She reached under you to the clasp of your bra, you sat up to help her out more. She fumbled around with it, clearly struggling. “Having trouble?” You laughed, causing her to chuckle softly in response, finally unclasping your bra. She tossed it away, joining the growing clothing pile on the wood floors.

Ellie’s attention was quickly brought back to your chest, she didn’t waste any time with grabbing them, rolling your nipple between her fingers. “Fuck” You gasped, your hands were gripping the sheets tightly at this point. The other girl latched onto your left nipple, sucking on it as her fingers rolled the other. You noticed her hips rocking gently against your thigh as she did this, trying to stimulate her clit through her jeans. Her mouth left your nipple, and she immediately matched onto the other, doing the same as before. You let out a quiet moan, one of your hands reaching up to grip her hair, causing her hair to fall loose from the bun it once was. Ellie chuckled as she kissed her way back up to your face, leaving hickeys on your chest.

Your hand was still in her hair when her face met yours once again, “You look pretty with your hair down” you muttered, her face becoming flushed when you said that. “Shut up” Ellie said, leaning in to kiss you once more. The kiss only lasted for a few moments before you flipped the two of you, Ellie now being on the bottom. Your hands reached down to the hem of her shirt, looking up for consent, and she nodded before you pulled her shirt off. You were surprised when you were met with her bare chest, your eyes immediately mesmerized on her chest. You leaned in to kiss her again as one of your hands met her breast, rolling her nipple between your fingers. She groaned a little into your mouth when your hand met her chest. You smiled into the kiss that had become more sloppy at this point. When your lips met hers she whined in response, her whine made your thighs clench, she was so effortlessly attractive.

Your mouth met her neck, you were determined to leave marks on her as she did you. She let out quiet gasps as you sucked and bit at her neck, your fingers still on her chest. Moments later you stopped your movements on her breast, your hand running down her stomach, reaching her jeans. “Good?” You asked her, waiting before you would unbutton her jeans, you didn’t want to cross the line. “Please” Ellie whined, one of her hands was already gripping your wrist. Her whining was definitely making you wetter than you were before, but you didn’t care about yourself right now. You began to fumble with the button of her pants as you continued to kiss her neck. Finally, as you unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, your hand found it’s way down her pants. You chuckled into her neck when you felt the wet spot, but before you could go any further, you heard a knock at your door.

“Shit” You whispered, panicking as you pulled your hand out of Ellie’s pants and jumped up. “Hold on!” You yelled to whoever was at your door, reaching down to the floor grabbing your clothes. You pulled your shirt over your head as Ellie did the same, “closet, now” you whispered to her as she held her hoodie and shoes in her hands. “Wha-“ Ellie started as you opened your closet and shoved her in, closing the door. You walked over to your door as fast as you could, pulling it open to be face to face with your mother. “I just wanted to ask how your day was” She said to you, thankfully not trying to come into your room. “Uh it was good- kids were annoying as usual but it was fine, i’m just super tired.”

“Well i guess i should let you sleep, you can tell me more in the morning.” Your mom said before she left, you sighed and closed your door, leaning against it for a moment, freaking out about the fact that you were almost caught. The closet door opened, and you were faced with Ellie, who seemed to be.. upset? “Wha-“ You began but were cut off by Ellie, “So are you embarrassed of me?” She snapped at you as she sat down on your bed, putting her shoes back on. “Why would you think that?” You said back to her, confused. “You shoved me in a fucking closet.” Ellie grunted, not meeting your eyes. “Would you have preferred my mother see you half naked on my bed?!” You said to her, your voice louder than you intended.

Ellie stood, finally meeting your eyes, “Obviously not, but you didn’t have to make me hide in a closet. You’re 18 for fucks sake you’re not a kid you don’t have to act like you don’t see people.” Her voice sounded more hurt than mad at this point as she tied her hair up again. “How do you think my mother would’ve reacted to seeing a girl in my bed?” Ellie looked even more upset now, “You’re afraid of your mom seeing you with a girl? Are you serious? We’re going outside and facing infected that want to fucking kill us every god damn day and you’re worried about that?” Ellie snapped, her voice was loud, and you were sure that it carried through the house. “You know how some people in Jackson still feel about.. that..” You said, your eyes now avoiding hers. Yes, you had danced with her shortly at that party before, but you were drunk and didn’t think it through. This was different, to you at least.

Ellie just sighed, “i’m not gonna be a secret.” was all she said before she walked over to you, “i should go now” you could hear the pain in her voice. You didn’t say anything as you moved aside, allowing her to open your bedroom door. You watched as she made her way to your front door, praying that nobody saw her leaving. You wanted to call out to her more than anything, but you didn’t, you were still afraid. The front door closed gently, you felt your eyes begin to water as you closed your bedroom door and curled up in your bed. You noticed that she had left her hoodie on your bed, you grabbed it, pulling it close. You knew she was still close enough that you could give it back before she got home but you didn’t. You didn’t want to face her again, and you didn’t want to lose something of hers, at least for now.

[ellieshaze]

After Dark

{Part 1}

NSFW minors dni!

Ellie Williams X F! reader

warnings: Gendered terms, nothing too nsfw ellie just feels you up, language (it’s Ellie obviously there’s cussing), alcohol (reader and ellie are wasted), a lot of kissing, ellie is very sweet <3 , the next part(s?) will definitely contain nsfw content tho sooooooooo

word count: 1.8k

After a party you and Ellie, both drunk end up in a dark alley way of Jackson.

You were watching people stumbling around drunk, the sound of music loud in the house, room hot with all of the bodies. You leaned against the wall, drink in hand, watching the girl you’d had your eye on for years. Ever since she came to Jackson. You had become friends with her shortly after she arrived, and you fell fast. She’d never returned the feelings, at least you assumed. Ellie had a girlfriend for a while, but they broke up months ago. Ellie was on the opposite side of the room, also drinking while she talked to her friends. She wore a simple brown flannel unbuttoned with a fitted white shirt underneath. It was so basic and yet it had you feeling some kinda way. Your gaze left her as you stood silently, enjoying the rock music that was currently playing.

Parties weren’t a rare thing in Jackson, but usually they were more controlled and had less alcohol. The older adults would probably bust you all and shut shit down soon, that’s usually how it went. You were on your third drink, definitely buzzed from the beer when you noticed someone approaching from the corner of your eye. It was Ellie, she was walking towards you. Internally you were panicking, but on the outside you pretended you didn’t notice her. She leaned against the wall next to you, facing you, a beer in her hand. “So are you gonna stare at me all night or come dance with me?” Ellie asked you so nonchalantly, you immediately became flustered. “I-“ you began but were cut off when Ellie grabbed your arm, pulling you into the middle of the room.

The music that came from the speakers now was slower, however you did not recognize it. Ellie pulled you close to her, bodies pressed together, you were nervously avoiding her gaze. “Hey” She spoke softly, her hand reached your chin as she made you look at her. When your eyes met hers you were met with the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen. Ellie’s hands met your waist, and yours wrapped around her neck, You were so close to her. “I wasn’t staring at you” You muttered, eyes still locked with hers. “Sure” She chuckled, it was a beautiful thing to hear. Everything about Ellie was, her eyes, her smile, her voice, her body, how her hands rested firmly on your waist.

The two of you swayed to the music, eyes locked on one another, bodies pressed firmly together. You were anxious but you couldn’t tear your eyes from hers, something about them just locked you in. “Calm down” she spoke to you, her thumbs rubbed gently on your waist which she was still holding. Her voice and touch was calming, but your heart was still beating fast. The two of you danced for a few minutes until the song was over, and she pulled you by your hand towards the kitchen. “Let me make you a drink” She said to you as you sat on the counter, there were a few others in the kitchen near you but your focus was on Ellie. You watched as she mixed a few things and then poured some tequila into a glass, and handed it to you. You took a sip of the drink, your face immediately scrunching up. “Too strong?” she asked, laughing as she took the glass from you when you nodded, finishing it herself.

Ellie settled between your leg as you sat on the counter, she had a stupid grin on her face as she looked up at you. You were both definitely drunk by now, her hands holding onto your thighs as she talked to you about random things. “Did you know that Hydra is the biggest constellation in the sky?“ She asked you, “no i did not” you chuckled, it was cute that she was talking about constellations. You vaguely knew about her interests, she was usually more closed off, but being drunk definitely loosened her up. She was telling you about all of the constellations, a big stupid smile across her face. “And the smallest constellation is Crux” You hummed in response, now playing with some of her hair. You were both drinking out of a bottle at this point, it was absolutely disgusting. She was telling you about even more constellations til she was cut off by yelling.

“Oh fuck-“ Ellie muttered, grabbing your hand and helping you down from the marble counter. “We gotta go, no fuckin way am i getting an extra patrol i already did 6 this week” Ellie grunted before dragging you off through the house, finding the back door. You heard the yelling of the older adults and the groaning of the younger ones as the music was shut off and the alcohol was being taken. You and Ellie ran through the back yard, hopping one of the fences before running off just a little bit further, ending up in an alley. The two of you stopped, both gasping for breath, you both leaned against the wooden fence of the alley. Once you both caught your breath, all it took was another look at each other before you both bursted out laughing. “Jesse is so fucked! That was his house he can’t even run” Ellie laughed.

Once you both were able to contain yourselves, you both leaned against the fence silently for a moment. You felt Ellie’s body against yours, her shoulder pressing into yours. “How come you never come up to me?” Ellie asked, you could feel her gaze burning into the side of your head. You didn’t meet her gaze, “I guess i’ve just always been on the sideline of things, nobody really cares to talk to me and i’m afraid i’ll look like a fool if i just go up and talk to people randomly.” This time you did look at her, your head leaning against the fence as she spoke. “Well you can come up and talk to me anytime, i rather enjoy your company.” She said softly, her hand slowly brushed against yours. You didn’t say or do anything as her fingers intertwined with yours. Your heart raced, her hand was holding yours gently, rubbing circles into your hand with her thumb. You and Ellie still looked at one another, not speaking, just enjoying the closeness of one another.

Ellie’s free hand came up to hold your cheek gently in her hand as she leaned away from the fence and towards you, she was always so gentle when she touched you. You had seen Ellie be rough with most people, she was very assertive and would put people in their places. But not now, she was holding you so gently, it was hard to believe this girl was the same Ellie you knew. “You look so pretty” Was all she said, admiring every part of your face, smiling a little when she noticed you leaned into her touch in response. It wasn’t long until she pressed her lips to yours only for a couple seconds. Her lips were soft, not in their usual state of being chapped. She pulled away first, your eyes were still closed for only a moment more, savoring the feeling of her so close to you.

When your eyes opened she was looking at you, a small smile on her face. You smiled back, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Ellie said to you, your eyes widened slightly in response. “What?” You muttered, not believing what you had just heard. “I find you more interesting than any of the girls in Jackson. You’re different.” She said to you, your faces still so close to one another. She smelled of pine and alcohol, you assumed the pine was probably the cologne she’d wear sometimes. “Can I kiss you again?” Ellie asked, her voice soft, you nodded quickly in response. She laughed a little as she leaned in, her lips meeting yours once more.

This time, the kiss was heavier, Ellie moved so she was now infront of you, pushing your back onto the fence. Your hands met her waist as one of hers held your face while the other tangled in your hair. She tugged gently on your hair which caused you to gasp softly into her mouth. She took the opportunity and her tongue met yours as you aggressively kissed. Her right hand left your hair, making it’s way down your body, she grasped one of your breasts, kneading it softly. Her hand moved down, going under your shirt and back to your breast. She chuckled, pulling away for a moment, “No bra?” You rolled your eyes, “shut up and kiss me” You muttered, one of your hands pulling her face back to you.

Her hand left your breast, running gently down the skin of your stomach, this time her hand stopped at the button of your jeans. Just as her hand was about to dip into your pants she suddenly pulled it away, and detached her lips from yours. You groaned at the loss of her touch, “We’re both wasted, I don’t want to do anything if you’re not sober enough to consent” Ellie said to you, her gaze still burning into yours. You’d be lying if you said that her need for consent wasn’t making your heart flutter. “Such a tease, Williams” You muttered, a playful smirk on your face. She laughed, she grabbed your hand again and intertwined her fingers with yours.

“We should go now, it’s late” Ellie said, pulling you away by your hand. The two of you walked for a few moments before you ended up at the house you shared with your parents. Ellie pulled you in by the waist, she kissed you for just a moment on your lips. “See you around, pretty girl” She said softly, leaning in again to kiss your cheek swiftly before she pulled out of your arms. “Can we do this again sometime?” You asked her as she was backing away from you, “Of course” Was all she said before she turned around and walked briskly back to the small house she lived in a block away. You opened the door as quietly as you could, trying not to wake your parents and siblings. Obviously since you were 18 you could do what you pleased, but you weren’t about to get busted for the party.

Ellie actually kissed you. You couldn’t believe it, that night you lied awake, thinking about the girl, and the night you had with her. The flannel and tight shirt she wore, her tight jeans with some tears in it from her time out of the safe walls of Jackson. Her hair that was mostly down, but with some tied up in the back. The freckles that covered her face, her green eyes and her lips that were so soft against your own. Everything about Ellie was beautiful, you would do anything to make sure this night wasn’t just a drunk fling.