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You're Not Her - Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n realizes this relationship is no longer worth fighting for

warnings: cursing, character death, toxic relationship, throwing things

genre: angst

word count: 1.1k

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y/n laughed as a smidge of vanilla ice cream was put on percy's nose.

"not funny y/n." he said, irritated, wiping it off.

"sorry, won't happen again." she said back, shocked at the mood change. "wanna go for a swim?" she asked, trying to change the topic.

"no, i want to stay dry." he said, plainly.

"do you want to do anything?" y/n laughed.

he looked at her with his sea green eyes.

"what do you think." he said.

"alright per-sassy-eus." she shrugged.

they stared the the lake in silence until a little girl came running.

"y/n! y/n!" she shouted, running towards her.

y/n wrapped her arms around the seven-year old.

"hey serena! what's up?" she asked, smiling.

"me and lily and kayla and a bunch of other girls are making friendship bracelets!" serena said excitedly. "c'mon! hi percy!"

"hey serena." he smiled. "i like your bracelet."

"i have two of them, they are matching!" she grinned. "you can have one."

she slid the blue one off her wrist and gave it to percy.

"now we're best friends!" serena said, returning to y/n and tugging on her hand.

y/n looked at percy.

"percy, i'm gonna go." she smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"yeah, ok." he shrugged.

"love you." y/n said.

"mhm."

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y/n got to the arts and crafts table and sat down next to her good friend, olivia.

"they got you too?" liv laughed.

"yeah." y/n smiled.

"y/n! why didn't percy say love you back?" serena asked.

y/n felt hurt, but she couldn't show that, not to this little girl. olivia stared at her, waiting for the response.

"he's just a little shy now-a-days." y/n chuckled.

"but he's your boyfriend!" serena's friend, lily spoke up.

"boyfriends can be shy." y/n explained, wondering whether she was lying to the kids or herself.

"but he always say i love you to annabeth!" serena's other friend, kayla added.

"i guess he's just a little more reserved after what happened with annabeth. that changes people." y/n smiled.

"he's still my hero though!" serena smiled.

"him and jason are my heroes!" lily added.

"kayla, who's your hero?" they asked.

"my hero is reyna!" she said confidently.

y/n chuckled.

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y/n and olivia sat on y/n's bed in her cabin.

"what were the girls going on about today?" liv asked.

"percy, and they were right, and they had good points." y/n sighed, tired of hiding it. "we've been dating for almost a year now, and he's just so negative."

"what do you mean?" liv continued.

"i mean he always gets mad at me, he never wants to do anything with me, and it feels like i'm just someone to look at when he's bored." y/n explained. "i get it, things are different for him after annabeth died."

olivia nodded, placing her hand on y/n's for comfort.

"they'd been friends forever, they went through hell together, they'd been in love, and he couldn't save her at the battle. but it's been three years, and he confessed to me. he said, 'i know you've like me for a while and i think i do too.' i remember the day liv." y/n continued. "and things have changed for me too. piper and hazel are always casting me dirty glances, jason and leo and frank avoid me if i'm in anywhere near ten feet to them. i've been slut-shamed, compared, and bullied because i'm dating him."

y/n began to feel tears well up.

"i just want him to talk to me and hang out with me without feeling like he's being forced to do it." she finished.

"y/n, i think this is something you have to tell percy." olivia responded. "you can't keep going like this, it's going to kill you."

"i don't want to hurt him and what if he just freaks out on me? i care about him." y/n countered.

"just talk to him." olivia encouraged. "he's a good man, he'll understand."

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"you're not understanding me!" y/n said, sadness filling her voice. "i-i'm not telling you to get over what happened, i'm trying to tell you that you can talk to me! i'm trying to help you percy!"

"help me! help me! you want to help me by bringing up her name?" he screamed.

gods, he was scary.

"i'm trying to tell you that it feels like you don't even like me, much less love me! it's like i'm a burden to you!" y/n shouted back. "and i understand you're hurting, but why am i a victim of your grief?"

"fine!" he said, throwing a candle across his cabin. "i'm sorry that my girlfriend, who i loved for longer than i've ever known you, is dead and that it makes me upset!"

y/n ducked, avoiding the glass shards. fear ran through her bones.

"and i'm sorry you have to go through that, but it sucks for me too! piper and hazel give me these glares, like they hate every vein in my body. leo, jason, and frank run from me like i'm a disease! and i've told you and you don't do shit to stop it, you encourage it if anything!" y/n yelled.

"they've got every fucking reason too!" he yelled, throwing a picture frame of us across the room.

"what's the reason! tell me, what's the reason!" y/n shouted.

"because you're not annabeth!" he yelled, with every bone in his body as tear welled up in his eyes. "you're not her, she would've never done whatever shit you're doing."

y/n stood still for a minute as the words replayed in her head.

you're not her, you're not her, you're not her.

tears filled y/n's eyes.

it's like percy finally understood the gravity of the situation as he looked around in shame.

"y/n, i didn't mean that-"

"no, no, percy, you did. you really did, because otherwise, you wouldn't have said it. and you wouldn't have followed every action to prove it." y/n chuckled. "i'm sorry i'm not annabeth."

percy took a couple of steps forward, but stopped instantly when y/n backed up defensively. y/n pointed to the glass shards around the room. they stood in silence.

"you're a bad man, percy. throwing shit and telling me i'll never be enough. i wish every little girl and boy could see their so-called camp hero right now. i wish they could see what a fucking monster he is." y/n said, her voice now low and quiet.

she turned around, and walked out of his cabin.

“y/n, can’t we talk about this?” he shouted out.

“oh i tried talking to you percy.” she chuckled. “but, you can always go down to annabeth’s gravestone and talk to her."

[fanprincess18]

*Ellie, Dina and Jesse making pretzels*

Dina: Just need a little more oil, Ellie can you hand me the oil? *reaches for oil*

Ellie: *unscrews the cap* I'll pour it, you tell me when

Dina: Just a little bit

Ellie: *pours it in her hand*

*oil drips from Dina's hand onto Jesse's flour coated surface*

Jesse: What? Goddamn you, both of you!

Ellie: It's okay

Jesse: *wiping the oil from his surface* No! You can't just say things are okay and then they're okay!

Ellie: That's how it works. That's how you avoid problems

Jesse: No!

Ellie: You just say "Hey it's alright" then you go on your day

Jesse: Nooo!

Ellie: I forgot to report to Maria after our last patrol, that's alright

Jesse & Dina: *laughing*

[fanprincess18]

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Well I got inspired by the lovely @totheblood because her audios are amazing so this is in honor of her. (This audio is making me scream and kick my feet because damn)

[whore-era]

the ex-catholic school girl in me wants to make a smut taking place at church LAMOSOSO

[fanprincess18]

I'm hearing preacher's daughter reader x bad girl/delinquent Ellie 👀

[seattlesellie]

made this for all of you dirty whores!!!!! 💗

[soleilmoons-deactivated20230901]

nsfw content; minors dni! ellie using a vibrator on reader

ellie’s voice is soft in your ear, enveloping you in a sense of comfort that completely contrasts the torment she weaves between your legs. your back is to her chest, rising and falling calmly against your clammy skin.

ellie pins your legs open with her own, hers draped over the top of yours, forcing your thighs apart. you’re situated in front of the mirror on your bedroom floor, and if you were to look close enough, you’d be able to see the puddle of wet pooled beneath your ass. one of her hands is busy holding the vibrating wand to your cunt, movements well thought out and skillfull, while her tattooed arm is slung lazily over your chest, allowing you to claw desperately at her forearm.

“mmph— fuck— ellie, please— can’t do it—” your words of desperation are ignored as she clicks the wand up to the next setting, the vibrations against your clit increasing. your whole body trembles as she holds it over your twitching bud, grinning to herself when you let out a cry.

“c’mon, baby, you can do it. you’re doing so good f’ me. always so good.” ellie praises, turning her head to leave sloppy kisses down the expanse of your throat. her mouth is hot and unforgiving, much like the vibrator she continues to torture you with.

your eyes literally roll back in your head when she moves the end of the wand in circular motions both on and around your clit, the movement made so much easier by how wet you are. your hole clenches around nothing pathetically, pushing out another gush of creamy arousal onto the wooden floor. if you weren’t so fucked out, you’d have it in you to be embarrassed.

“jesus, you’re so wet—” you cut off your girlfriend with a strained moan, tears pricking at your inner corners from the intensity of the stimulation. your hips roll on their own accord, chasing the feeling, while simultaneously trying to get as far away as possible.

“right there, please! ‘m gonna come.” your words leave your mouth quickly, a jumble mixed with your pants and breathy whines.

“i got you, sweetheart. just let it happen, ‘m not going anywhere.” ellie mumbles, soothing over the love bites shes created with the tip of her tongue, nipping with her pearled teeth.

“you can do it. want you to soak my whole hand, baby. please.”

it’s ellie’s words that finally push you over.

with a choked gasp (followed by your fingernails digging so hard into the ink on her forearm, they break the skin), the coil in your belly snaps. your thighs clench inwards, desperately trying to shut despite ellie holding them open still. your legs quiver with the force of your orgasm, clit purple from the sheer intensity of it all.

you expect to hear the clicking of the off button, so when it never comes, you can’t help but cry. “no more.” you please.

ellie tuts, nose nuzzling under your ear lobe. “oh, baby. i’m just getting started.”

[elliewlums-deactivated20260314]

can you write general hcs of ellie williams x reader ♥️

ellie williams hcs <3

content warnings: smut implied + briefly described, use of a strap on, possessive!ellie😩

ellie is the QUEEN of casual dominance. a hand on the small of your back to guide you, a warning look to keep you in check in public, fingers pinching your chin and tilting your head up when she talks to you. when you really act up, she even crouches, elbows poised on her knees as she reprimands you (it always ends in an apology. and some other things…)

such an ass girl. astronomically so. grabs it with both hands when you walk in front of her and admires how the flesh moulds and squishes under her slender fingers. when you bend over, she pretends to fuck you from behind, moaning and groaning like a pornstar until you swat her away and grumble an exasperated “quit it, el.”

she’s definitely a night owl; ellie’s a light sleeper. she tosses and turns and sometimes gets up in the middle of the night for a walk. but now she has you - her sleepy girl - she’s far more still, in efforts to keep you asleep and comfortable if nothing else.

JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS GIRLLLL. so very possessive over you; she has a seriously short fuse when guys try anything with you whatsoever, likes to keep you close and tucked into her side. will stand between you and other people if she feels threatened. and she is liable to start swinging if she feels it necessary. you spend many nights after parties patching her up, perched on her lap as you dab at her bloody face with a damp cloth. (p.s: it always ends in sex.)

she’s also possessive in the nature that she just loves to have you close all the time. if you stray too far away or talk to someone else for too long, she will pout like a child.

she likes to hold the back of your neck when you’re walking; it keeps you close and touching just how she likes. plus, it gives her the perfect grip to pull you back and kiss you whenever she feels like it.

such a dom. loves to make you work during sex until you’re crying and all tired out and pushing halfheartedly back onto her strap. she eventually takes pity on you, but not until she makes you beg and whine beautifully for her plastic cock.

calls you cute pet names just to watch you fluster and hide behind your hands. she coos out a ‘baby,” and suddenly you’re shy and flushed white-hot. it makes her absolutely ravenous to get her hands on you.

[misserabella]

hello! so this is kind of an angsty request: (set in jackson) reader and ellie have been together for a few years and it's obvious to everyone that ells in very protective of her.

reader had been helping in town way too much and ellie didnt like cause 1) there's other people that can help and 2) she didnt like her gf working at all. so, after a week or so reader is so tired and overworked that she just collapses, maybe even gets hurt and ellie sees everything from afar because she was coming back from patrol. she's very scared but also pissed that her gf was put in that situation, maria and tommy get an earful from her. joel was also mad and comforting her.

a/n; OMG YES THIS IS LOVELY! hope you like how it came out! <3

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The town had been a mess for the last few days, with the incoming anniversary of the town —something all of you took enough pride for to even celebrate it with a massive party—, there was a lot of work to do and lot of things to get ready for the day, and since you were so close to Maria and Tommy —they being part of the council and confiding too much on you—, they very often asked for your help, even if they were more people they could ask for just because they believed you’d do an impecable job.

“Oh, y/n, could you please go and ask Mr. Herring for more whiskey? I think we’re gonna need a couple more bottles.” Maria, who you were helping with the decoration of the salon, asked you. And you couldn’t say no. You wanted to help everyone with the party as much as possible, it was an important event, something all of you were looking for. For another successful year of survival, of life.

“Yeah, of course.” you smiled, even though you were completely worn and Herring’s house was a few blocks away.

“Thank you.” she said, and went back to cutting the little hanging triangles she had been working on all night. It was already Friday. Tomorrow was the anniversary. Everything had to be perfect.

You were exhausted, not for just a sleepless night, but a whole week of hard work.

You had helped with the farm on Monday, when Mrs. Evans had pouted at you, feeling lonely and with a lot eggs to collect and cows to milk for the bakery. Your hands still hurt.

On Tuesday, you had lended a hand to Mrs. Peters with her bakery, helping her fix some problem she had with her oven and, later on, helping her with the cakes for Friday night and her delivers for the day.

On Wednesday, you’d stayed all night awake with Maria to go over some much needed paperwork and radio discussions.

And on Thursday, you’d helped Tommy in the wood shop with some new benches and chairs he was making for the salon. You still felt the pain of the splinters on your fingers.

You couldn’t say no. You never could. ‘Cause these were your people and they had welcomed you with open arms when you had nothing. Now you had a family, friends, the most beautiful girlfriend and your own place to call home. You couldn’t be happier. But you sometimes needed to listen to your own body… And it was telling you to stop, to slow down.

The cold hit you like rocks, making you grit your teeth. You needed to get all the way back to the gates of the town to go find the bottles. Somehow, even though the snow was finally melting and it was easier to move , your feet seemed to feel heavier than most days. You felt lightheaded, and so tired that you felt you would fall asleep at any moment. But you had work to do, and people needed you, so you wouldn’t complain.

You were also feeling lonely, you hadn’t seen Ellie that much over the last few days, most of them her being fast asleep once you’d get home. She wasn’t happy about you working so much, she told you so everyday, begging you to stop and rest. But you’d promise her you were okay even if you weren’t.

You were starving with just a mere cup of coffee on your stomach. You hadn’t been eating much as well, being too occupied to even remember to do so. Ellie would kill your if she ever found out, thank god she was busy as well with her patrols with Joel.

The walk to Mr. Herring’s was exhausting, to say the least. You head was hurting and your eyes heavy. What you’d do for a warm bed right now and your pretty girlfriend...

“Oh, hey honey.” Mr. Herring, a very old and sweet man smiled at you.

“Hi, Mr. Herring.” you said back with the same smile. “Maria asks if it would be okay with you to get us a few more bottles of whiskey for the party…?”

“Oh why of course!” he said, waving his hand. “Love to share it. How many bottles will you need? Will three be okay?” he inquired and you nodded.

“Yeah, three will be perfect.” you smiled. “Thank you Mr. Herring.”

He disappeared for a few seconds under the bar to get the bottles, and a little wave of dizziness hit you, making you rest against the bar.

“You okay, honey?” Mr. Herring asked you with a concerned look, the bottles resting in front of you, gently placed on a bag.

“Yeah, just a little tired.” you smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Herring.” you said as you took the bag to make your way out the licor store.

“You’re welcome, honey! Take care, alright?” you nodded at him with a wave and went outside.

The gates were opening at your right, the patrol team coming back from their morning routes. That meant that Ellie was finally home, but a few steps and a quick turn of head was all it took to make your world start to spin. The sun hit your eyes and your head hurt, your vision going white. You felt the same dizziness that had hit you minutes ago. And to your right a voice came calling for you.

“y/n?” but you were too gone to answer to your girlfriend, who was looking at you with a concerned look beside Shimmer.

Your world turned upside down and your head sunk under the pressure of gravity as your vision turned black and your legs wobbled. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw you fall onto the snow, the sound of crashing glass beside you catching the attention of those surrounding you. Joel was quick to follow to meet you unconscious body, one of the bottles having shattered and cut your forehead, painting your skin and the snow in crimson.

“y/n? y/n!” her voice was laced with panic as she shook your shoulder, trying to make you respond.

She was quick to grab you in between her arms and carry you to Maria’s house, who welcomed you with the same panicked expression.

“What happened?” Tommy inquired as Ellie softly laid you on one of their spare beds, Maria quickly grabbing the first aid kit.

“She fucking passed out!” Ellie screamed, panicked. “And of course she did! You’ve overworked her!” she pointed at Maria. Ellie loved her. She really did. But she loved you too, more than she could handle. And she cared for you, worried for you.

“Ellie…” Joel tried and stop her, ‘cause she knew how overprotective Ellie was over the ones she truly loved, over you.

“No. You know it’s true Joel. They have been overworking her this whole fucking week, even if there are other people that could do it, they always ask her!” she was angry, and very worried. You looked exhausted, as pale as a ghost.

Tommy and Maria gave Ellie a saddened look as Maria cleaned your wound. Ellie had checked. There were no other cuts. Just that deep slash on your forehead. It was still bleeding. She was sure it’ll need stitches.

Joel fell silent, all of them were, ‘cause they all knew it was true.

“You know she loves you, that’s why she can’t say no to you. But there are more people out there willing to help, she doesn’t have to do everything, fuck!” she exasperatedly dragged her hands over her face.

That’s when you slowly started to come back to consciousness, the cut on your forehead making you hiss in pain as you opened your eyes.

“Baby?” you heard Ellie’s voice, and in a mere seconds she was right beside you, one of her hands reaching for your cheek, her eyes focused on you and her eyes brows were furrowed on worry.

“How are you feeling, y/n?” Maria inquired and you look at her, she too looked worried.

“What happened?” you inquired as Ellie slowly help you sat up. You still felt heavy with sleep.

“You collapsed, that’s what fucking happened.” Ellie says and when you look at her, you see her anger under all her worry.

“Ellie…” she shook her head. “I’m sorry baby.” you whispered and you saw her melt, her eyes saddening.

“You scared me to death, you know? Seeing you there, bleeding and unconscious on the floor…” you hugged her, and she holds you gently, Maria pulling away to let you two be. Tommy and Maria leave Joel, you and Ellie alone, knowing you three needed to talk and close the door to the room behind their back.

Joel took the first-aid kit and sat down beside you.

“You’ll need a few stitches, kid.” he said and you nodded. He too looked sickly worried. “You need to say no every now and then, y/n… You can say no.” he said, a warm hand on your shoulder.

“I know. I’m sorry.” he nodded and gently rubbed your back.

“It’s okay. Just…, take care of yourself, alright?“ then it was you who nodded.

Ellie sighs, and you held her hand when she let go of you and you hissed when Joel poured alcohol on the cut to start stitching it up. She rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb, and sat through it all with you, making sure to get you back to your shared apartment and into bed.

She held you all afternoon, all night. And when the morning came, she held you tighter. It was clear that she didn’t let you go to that party, instead putting a good film and making you two something to eat.

It was clear she loved you. And even more that you loved her too.

xxx

ellie williams masterlist! <3

[creamypeaches222]

can i request ellie and her bimbo gf pleak? 🤭

a/n: thank your for your request, babe 💕

warnings: smut, dumbification, oral sex

ellie loves how you smell. she would often hug you from behind, burying her face into your neck and groaning. you would ask her what she's doing and she'd be like

"you just smell so fucking good, babe".

she loves making dirty jokes at you, because usually you have no idea what she's talking about. you'd look up at her with your doe eyes, confusion visible on your cute face. she'd pat your head like a puppy and chuckle lowly

"what do you mean, ellie?

"don't worry about it, bunny".

loves when she comes back home and you're laying in your shared bed, wearing your little shorts and a tight tank top with nothing underneath. she can see the way your shorts dig into your ass, and she can clearly see that you, dirty thing, aren't wearing any panties. she licks her lips at the sight. you're oblivious to your girlfriend stares, you're just laying on your stomach, kicking your feet and looking through one of her space magazines. she comes up behind you and hovers over you on the bed.

"what's my cute girl doing, hm?" "have you missed me, bunny?"

she would put on a movie and purposely make you stand up and get her something from the dresser in front of the bed, so you could bent over and give her a good view of your puffy pussy lips poking out from those shorts you were wearing. she'd pull you right into her lap right after.

"dirty little girl, walking around with no panties on.."

she would lay back against the headboard, manhandling you into a position she wants. you'd be on your hands and knees right in front of her, your pussy right in front of her face. she'd press her finger directly on your pussy, touching you through your shorts. you'd yelp at that and look over your shoulder.

"Ellie?"

"keep your eyes on the movie, bunny, or I'll stop"

she'd yank your shorts down and immediately attach her mouth to your pussy.

[junewanes]

ellie x reader

reader walks ellie home at night after hanging out with dina, jesse and cat but they're both drunk and they kiss at some point :3

go wild and do whatever you want with it!

-🫶

dangerous waters - ellie / reader

cw: drinking, kissing

note: there's a smidge of angst that comes from ellie's self-doubt , but it's mostly fluffy ! also , if you get the reference at the end , lmk lol

( requests are open )

ellie looks anywhere but your face. she stares at her uneven, drunk footsteps, her shoelace dragging on the pavement. she gazes into the sky and tries to find some semblance of direction from the stars, but it’s a cloudy night with no whispered advice, just as hazy as her periphery. she’d drank too much, and she’s a lightweight as it is.

in her defense, you touched her leg. you were sitting together on the sofa at cat’s place, watching dina and jesse do laughably horrible, crossfaded charades, gestures that drew loud guffaws from you, her, and cat. no one guessed what they were signaling in the midst of cackles and alcohol, and in your crowing, you doubled over where you sat and steadied yourself on her thigh, hand tight, proximity close.

the only way to get it out of her mind was to drink until she forgot, but now, as you walk her home, all the memories are flooding back like a great deluge, some crude form of psychological torture. your lips are a spectacle, and ellie feels like a car crash, feeling your probing eyes drilling into the side of her head as you speak.

“i dunno, i just hope they don’t break up again,” you sigh. you’re more sober than ellie. more sure. but that’s how she feels all the time, anyway, a fawn among the certain. “i mean - last time was a shitshow.” in the corner of her eye, you’re smiling. even as she doesn’t look at you, she can tell it’s more nervous than amused. ellie doesn’t blame you. she wouldn’t want to deal with dina’s angry tirades and jesse having a mental breakdown on patrol for any sum of comics or jerky.

“yeah,” ellie agrees, all her attention on trying not to faint. or kiss you. she’ll take the former, out of those.

“dude.” you’re frowning now, and ellie wishes she could read into it more, but her eyes are firmly ahead. her brain knows it’s better to let the ship sail. you’ve never shown any interest in girls, at least that ellie can see. “what’s wrong with you? you look like you’re about to pass out.”

they’re only a block away. i can do this. ellie musters a breath and finally looks toward you, her face a warm red from the alcohol and your eyes. “‘m just really drunk,” she supplies. her tone doesn’t go above a low grumble. “and i have shit to do with - uh. erm. joel. tomorrow.”

you blink. “... you are such a bad liar - ”

“shut up,” she groans, but a smile curls her lips as she teasingly shoves you, just enough to send you stumbling a bit. 

a silence stretches between. half a block. the nearness is the only thing keeping her feet moving.

you finally speak, “are you going to cat’s?” as if it’s something you’ve wanted to ask for ages.

“wh - no, why the fuck would i go to cat’s?”

“because you just lied to me!” you laugh drily. “why are you being so” - you poke her side - “secretive?”

ellie squirms. it’s a ticklish spot, and she knows you’re only being so touchy because you’re tipsy. “man, stop, you know i’m - ”

“ticklish,” you sing, wriggling your fingers in front of her face. “so if you don’t tell me the truth…”

“i’ll run.”

“i’m faster.”

“ha!” ellie is the fastest in jackson, and everyone knows it. mrs. brown’s anklebiter toddler might have her beat, though, when he gets older. “i’d love to see you try.”

“and i’d love to hear your secret, since you just basically admitted to having one.”

why does her type have to be smart? blunt? always witty, always so fucking perceptive? so coy? so… everything ellie wishes she was, but she isn’t? it’s like you’re tricking her into wading until she’s up to her neck in water, about to drown in your cadence. “it’s not a secret,” ellie mumbles, picking at her nails. you’re coming up on the front of her garage. “it’s just, uh…” she rubs her cheek on her hand, trying to quell the soreness from how much she’d chewed it. “it’s dumb.”

helpfully, you supply, “you’re dumb.”

“you’re an ignoramus.” she’s been saving that one.

you’re at her door now, and you say nothing before bursting into laughter, hand settling on her shoulder. when you’re like that, head tossed back, careless, ellie swears she’s about to sink to her knees or take a picture to pin to her bulletin board. “what the fuck does that even mean?” you cackle. you might be drunker than she suspected.

“oh my god, shut up.” and yet, she’s laughing, too, trying to ignore your touch as she pats her pockets for her housekey. “it means stupid. like, you’re an idiot, basically. it was on this old game joel and i found at some restaurant, with the, uh - the pin things that you put in the holes and you have to move around until there’s only one left. but, you” - she curses intermittently as she drops her keys, and she bends to pick them up - “you start with one hole empty, and it’s in a triangle. it said… fuck, i can’t remember…” she stands again, parsing through her keyring. “oh, yeah, it said if you have four or more left, you’re an - ”

your mouth is on hers.

ellie doesn’t close her eyes, staring owlishly, doesn’t move an inch, afraid you’d just fallen or something, desperate to savor the lingering feel of your mouth. she’s frozen, and she almost drops her keys again. years of pining - desperation, sleepless nights, feeling you even when you weren’t there - culminates then, and she doesn’t know how to reciprocate it, and fear hums below her chest. terror. that you’re just drunk, and that this doesn’t mean anything at all.

you pull away, brow furrowed. your lips are parted, and you search ellie’s eyes as if she can give you anything at all. “... sorry,” you apologize quietly.

“no,” ellie rushes. “no, i… shit, this is… uhm.” the night is cold, and she’s acutely aware of how her breath fogs, chilling to her bones. “sorry, i just… why?”

again, that nervous, not amused, smile. “... you were being cute.”

“oh.” cute. she’s never heard that about herself. it’s never been pretty or attractive, just… striking and intimidating. strong. resilient. but she feels every brick start to crumple under your gaze. she parts her lips to speak.

“you’re blushing,” you point out, and the smile reaches your eyes.

the whiskey invigorates her with some feeble courage, and she swallows before tentatively, carefully sliding her hands to your waist, trying to ignore how far they span. something she’s always felt a twinge of insecurity about. “... it’s you,” she confesses softly. “that’s why.”

“what about me?”

you share one another’s breaths. ellie’s heart is a hummingbird, her lips craving, and she can’t help herself as she succumbs to the tide.

your lips are lusher the second time, and each brush thereafter.

[alebrini-deactivated20260402]

them, your honor…🥹🫶🏻

[elsweetheart]

kitties masterlist 🎀

minors do not interact, ellie + abby luvrs please interact <3

ellie williams

୨୧ my ellie headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ my ellie headcanons part 2 (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie x shy!gf (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie comforting sensitive!gf

୨୧ modern!dealer!ellie x reader

୨୧ ellie x clingy!reader

୨୧ mad at eachother headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ being accidentally flirty with ellie

୨୧ ellie x daddy kink (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie x casual dominance hcs

୨୧ dealer!ellie x reader with exam stress (nsfw)

୨୧ dating dealer!ellie hcs

୨୧ meeting dealer!ellie (prequel) hcs

୨୧ you, ellie, and the new strap on drabble (nsfw)

୨୧ who’s in charge? (nsfw-ish)

୨୧ jealous!ellie (nsfw)

୨୧ you accidentally eat one of dealer!ellies edibles

୨୧ ellie’s reaction to reader in lingerie (nsfw-ish)

୨୧ ellie + reader + abby get high au (nsfw)

୨୧ dealer!ellie looks after drunk reader at a party

୨୧ dealer! ellie x sanrio obsessed gf hcs

୨୧ bff!dina helps ellie help you fluff

୨୧ “i feel safe with you.” ellie drabble (short)

୨୧ ellie x crybaby!reader lazy hcs

୨୧ ellie x crybaby!reader short drabble

abby anderson

୨୧ my abby headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ abby anderson x shy!gf (nsfw)

୨୧ abby anderson x innocent!reader (nsfw)

୨୧ watching abby work out (nsfw)

୨୧ mad at eachother headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ abby x crybaby/ overstimulated reader

୨୧ daddy!abby drabble

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୨୧ bestfriend!abby helps out fem!reader (nsfw)

୨୧ abby being a tease short drabble

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୨୧ abby x cockwarming / brat taming

୨୧ abby x ball of energy! gf hcs

୨୧ abby x casual dominance hcs

୨୧ ellie + reader + abby get high au (nsfw)

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୨୧ abby anderson x strength kink drabble

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୨୧ abby calls reader a pillow princess (nsfw)

୨୧ abby x crybaby/overstimulated reader

୨୧ abby calls reader a pillow princess (nsfw)

୨୧ college!abby hcs

୨୧ abby calls you a pillow princess (nsfw)

୨୧ abby anderson x casual dominance hcs

୨୧ abby anderson x ball of energy gf

୨୧ cockwarming abby drabble (nsfw)

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams HeadCanon: You're feminine (modern au)

Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Request?: Yes

You are just so so beautiful to her

She's all about plaid button ups, white wife beaters and old jeans for herself.

But you? She loves when you wear pretty flowy dresses, she loves to see how the skirt moves as you walk and how it softly grazes your thighs.

The form fitted top half of the dresses hugging your boobs so tight and showing off just the right amount of cleavage. She's drooling.

Girl will praise you all the time. Constantly tells you about how perfect you are, and loves to brag to everyone about you <<333

Her pet names for you include "pretty girl, baby doll, sugar, sweetheart, princess"

She absolutely loves when you get new clothes and put on a fashion show. Twirling around and showing her all the pretty dresses you got.

(Bonus points for new lingerie she can see peak out from underneath them).

Literally is so smitten, she often is so overprotective of you and will beat up anyone you ask her to.

Just imagine

"Hey Ells..."

"Yeah pretty girl"

"Can you uh, do something about the guy at the bar over there, he keeps looking at me and it's grossing me out"

"Course I'll be right back princess"

Omg she loves watching you cook. When your making breakfast, still only in your frilly short pj set, twirling around and humming to the radio, she sending you heart eyes.

Def stands behind you and cradles you, kissing your cheek and playing with the ends of your hair 🥺.

Ellie 100% smokes weed a ton, she loves manspreading and having you perched on her lap, as you take it in turns taking drags from your joint.

Imagine she's sitting there smoking a joint while your showing her new Victoria secret underwear, her eyes all hazy 😍

Baby is such a gentlewoman. You could take 6 hours to get ready for a night out and she would never complain. Just sits on your queen sized bed, watching you blend cream and powders on your skin, adding red to your soft lips. She's mesmerized by you.

Whenever your in heels and you complain about your feet, she immediately picks you up and carries you, she can not have her girl hurt by anything.

You always tell Ellie that 'Jackets and coats cramp your style' and without a doubt by the end of the night your wrapped in her jacket.

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I actually really like these headcannons, I think they're so cute. Ellie is such a sweetie 😍🥺

PROOF READ

[angelkissiies-deactivated202411]

Ellie casual dominance pls 😭🙏

casual dominance with ellie williams

mild content below the cut

╰╮ thank you anon for the request !

she is so bossy with you and sometimes it annoys the shit out of you, but mainly you know how much she wants to protect you. her overbearing need to control situations stems from a yearning to keep you out of harms way. so going out with her (or anyone else) on patrol usually begins with her giving you an exact rundown on what need to happen and when you need to be back- if anything even seems to not go to plan she gets nervous, waiting at the gate for you to get back. 

“fuck, there you are. what happened to the plan? it’s been an hour, are you okay?” she rushed, turning your face in her hands as she looked for any sign of damage. 

you nodded, cupping her hand with your own as you attempted to calm her. “horses got tired halfway through, they needed a rest. im okay, babe.” 

 never let’s you cook for yourself. the girl could be black and blue with three broken ribs and would still actively fight you to make sure you didn’t cook. it was like a love language she developed after living with joel for so long. it was her way of showing you she loved you wordlessly. she wouldn’t even let you serve yourself the food, smacking your fingers gently when you tried. 

“ah!” she huffed, wooden spoon coming down light on your wandering hands as you attempted to get the plates from the cabinet. “sit down, babe. let me do it.”

you always sighed and begrudgingly sat down at the table, watching as she limped around the kitchen determined to continue her duty as ‘chef’ 

 she always demands to sleep closest to the door, saying that she wants to be able to protect you if someone ever breaks in. you tried over and over to tell her that it almost never happens in jackson, but she’s quick to shush you. 

“when was the last time there was a break in here?” you asked, settling in on the far side of the bed as she triple checked that the door was locked. 

“never but who knows? maybe the infected learned how to pick locks?” she responded jokingly, still not letting up. 

 hovers during parties, keeping an arm around you constantly. she won’t let you get an arms length away, making sure you don’t get into trouble as dina keeps feeding you drinks. 

“ah, come back here.” She hummed, pulling you back into her chest as you attempted to wander off after dina. You were properly wasted, having one too during your hours of dancing around between the two girls. 

“but dinaaaaaa-“ you drew out, pointing towards the girl as she pulled jesse onto the floor. 

“not tonight, babe.” 

 doesn’t let anyone, and I mean anyone, raise their voice at you. she doesn’t care how much trouble she gets into, she will not allow anyone to speak to you in a way she knows you don’t deserve. Hell, when you did deserve it- she’d rather die than allow you to take that. 

“You need to know better than that, (y/n)!” 

“Hey! Don’t fucking talk to her like that.” 

“But she-“ 

“Yeah I don’t fucking care.” 

constantly is wearing an extra jacket to give you when it gets cold, she is a firm believer in chivalry. if she even thinks you might be cold, she’s shedding a layer and forcing you into it before you can even argue. 

you trembled slightly as the wind picked up, flinching as you felt Ellie’s hands land on you. “Els, wha-,”

She draped the heavy jacket over your shoulders, moving to stuff your arms into the sleeves before zipping it up. “There! Warm?” 

All you can do is smile at her, shaking off the chill. 

[camillesblogsposts]

Say yes to me - one

@pinkazelma @lostcasefile @kyleeservopoulos @cursedpixie @ellieinmybed

You were fourteen when you decided you wanted Ellie Williams to be yours. You hadn’t been in Jackson long, neither had she. Your hair was long and always plaited; you had a bit of a reputation for being miss perfect. Ellie incessantly picked on you and rejected your advances for a friendship- this only spurred you on, naive and sweet. You didn’t understand the feelings she gave you from being close but you understood the need for her to be yours.

At eighteen, this dynamic hadn't shifted much.

You were on patrols today- 8am, partnered with Ellie. You had managed to convince Maria to partner you together again despite Ellie's displays of aversion to your presence. This is what motivated you to get out of bed, quickly getting dressed and braiding your hair, dabbing on a bit of berry stain onto your cheeks and lips. You grabbed your backpack and the sandwiches you had prepared the evening before from the fridge in your shared kitchen with Cat. "You're awful peppy for eight am." Her voice was gravely with sleep, wiping her eyes. "Morning! Did you sleep well?" You smiled at her, noticing that she was wearing one of Ellie's old shirts. Your stomach tensed a little. She shook her head, "Na, couldn't stop thinking about today." She grabbed a pint of your home made ice cream from the freezer and a spoon. "You'll be fine, Cat! Your tattoos are amazing." You put your hand onto her arm to comfort her. She shook her head, taking a mouthful. "Not that, bout' you being with El."

"Oh, why?"

"She's gonna be pissy with everyone all day."

You sighed and nodded, still smiling. "Maybe today she'll realise how funny and sweet and amazing I am." Cat didn't respond to this, rolling her eyes and walking back towards her bedroom. You liked living with your friend. But the fact that your friend was also absolutely obsessed with Ellie sort of tainted that fact.

You left, secretly a little hopeful that today would be the day. You said the sentences on repeat in your head- Ellie will be happy to see me today. Ellie will be nice to me today. I'll show Ellie how strong I can be today. Things like that, the normal chants of your routine. When you got to the gate, Ellie was already there on Shimmer. She glanced at you and quickly snapped her head away in dramatics. Your horse, Cupcake, was being petted by Jesse beside her. He smiled at you a little nervously.

"Hey, c'mon, time to get going." He spoke, helping you up onto Cupcake gently. He patted your thigh as if to say good luck. Ellie didn't say a word until you were outside of Jackson's gates. You were to be going to the library and back, generally an easy route.

"This is the last time you're partnered with me." The sound of her voice made your throat clench. She made a point to always be ahead of you, never beside. "I made you food for lunch, egg mayo sandwiches." You tried to ignore her comment, ambitious to change her mind. She didn't say anything in return, having Shimmer speed up a bit. You were glad for the absolute lack of infected along the trail to the library. It was uncomfortably silent, you occupied yourself with daydreams of Ellie, watching as she moved her hands on Shimmer's reigns, how her head turned to look left and right, the way her hair moved in the wind.

"What are you doing later?" Your voice was a little high, obvious to Ellie that you were nervous to speak again. "Can you stay focused for more than five fucking minutes? We have a job to do, we're not hanging out." She didn't look back at you, continuing forwards. You didn't try to speak again until you got to the library, tying the horses reigns to a nearby tree.

"You got a gun?" She asked. You nodded, looking up at her in a way to make yourself look as sweet as possible, a little pouty and wide eyed. She grimaced slightly, looking away. Ellie seemed to struggle with looking at you for more than a few seconds. You held your little pistol timidly, it always felt a bit wrong. If it wasn't for Ellie you would have opted out of patrols completely. You weren't completely incapable but you weren't necessarily skilled. Ellie was a complete natural, weapons seemed to fit her hands like a glove. You always felt most safe with her despite her contempt.

"Do you have.. a plan?" You spoke meekly, Ellie already walking ahead towards the entrance. "If there's infected, we kill them, if not then we log that it was clear, as always." She deadpanned you. You smiled a little, trying to make it so that you were in on the joke.

"Just stay behind me." She said as she opened the door, shining her flashlight into the entranceway. It was clear, seemingly. You entered behind. You scoped out the area briefly and didn't come across anything unusual, Ellie stood over the log book about to write this down. "Did you check in that back room?" You asked, noticing a door somewhat hidden behind a pile of boxes. She shook her head, looking in the direction. "I'll do it." You began walking to the door, she watched.

You opened it gently as to not make noise, immediately noticing a clicker- hunched over in the far end of the room. You could shoot it from here. You aimed your pistol at its head, a brief thought of Ellie telling you that you did a good job popping into your head.

You missed. The bullet hit the wall beside it and it immediately turned, running and lunging for you- you stumbled back, tripping over yourself and falling. Ellie shot it. If she had been a second slower you would have been a goner. Its body fell, slumping over you. You shuffled away, breathing unsteady as you couldn't control your panic. "You killed it," You managed to get out, Ellie grabbing you by the back of your shirt and pulling you up from the ground. "Jesus, how the fuck did you miss that?" Her voice was loud, ringing against your ear. Her face was stern. "M' sorry, I tried, really." You were quiet, stepping from foot to foot nervously, eyes on the floor.

Ellie moved past you into the back room, walking around a corner where you hadn't noticed another doorway. You heard three gunshots in quick succession, then she reappeared to exit the room and seal the door. "Four. Must've wandered in here during a storm." She mumbled mostly to herself as she walked to fill out the log book. You walked to her, a little shaky and unsure. "Are we all done?" You asked, she nodded. "Keep an eye out for any on the way back." She was walking ahead of you again back to the horses.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, lines on her forehead from tension as she got up onto Shimmer. You were still breathing fast, the edges of your vision growing darkened. You felt faint. Sloppily, you tried to get onto Cupcake. You slipped, nearly falling completely over. Without a word Ellie grabbed your waist with both hands, holstering you up onto your horse. It happened within a second or two but your heart pounded. Her hands had been around your waist. You imagined it again, but this time you were bent over, Ellie pulling you back onto her strap. You cringed, embarrassed to be thinking something so perverted right beside her a matter of minutes after she saved your life.

On the way back, you noticed that Ellie had taken a book from the library, the cover poking out from her backpack. You didn't see any more infected and not a word was exchanged between the two of you. When inside Jackson, Ellie stood for a moment to tend to Shimmer. You took your opportunity and snatched the book from her backpack.

Good girl gone bad it was titled, the cover picture depicting two girls. If you squinted they kinda resembled you and Ellie. The thought made you blush. Surely, she hadn't thought that herself. You turned the book over in your hands to read the summary- it was obscene. Your stomach flipped.

Good girl Amanda meets Bad girl Laura, Laura teaches Amanda how to let go of the stresses that come with being a top student by meeting to fuck her to sleep in her dorm room every night. When Amanda catches feelings, will Laura reciprocate them?

You had never seen anything like that before. Sure, you knew what girls did together. You'd listened to Cat and Dina's stories, you'd made jokes, you thought about it constantly but seeing it depicted in such a way felt so much more intimate. Especially considering Ellie had chosen it specifically.

"W-What the fuck," Ellie's voice startled you, she snatched the book from you sharply. You looked up at her with wide eyes, stepping away quickly. Your face felt so hot it could produce steam. "Sorry! I was just curious and I-" You rambled quickly shaking your hands. "What so you could take the piss out of me?" She looked furious, and for the first time clearly you understood that she was embarrassed. She seemed to pull that expression frequently but you could never prior place the emotion.

"What? No, I wouldn't ever make fun of you Ellie." Your voice was gentle. She grimaced and turned on her heel, shoving the book back into her bag and leaving the stables. You followed after her after a moment, she was speaking to Maria, voice loud and thick with irritation.

"She cannot be on patrols again, she's going to get whoever she's partnered with and herself killed."

You lingered outside, listening. She was right. You felt so ashamed.

"All I've been asking is that you make an effort to be kind to her. She wants to be friends with you, she has always wanted that, why is that so hard for you?" Maria spoke, authoritative.

"Because I don't want to be her friend, I cant stand being anywhere fucking near her, it makes my skin itch."

You felt her words hit your chest, harsh and cold.

"Ellie, you're being unreasonable. What does she do wrong?"

"I'm not talking to you about this, I came to talk to you so that you'll take her off patrols." She was quieter. Your vision was blurred.

"Okay, she won't be partnered with you again."

"No, she cant be on fucking patrols at all Maria, she's useless."

Maria didn't respond. You assumed she gave a nod, the type she does when she feels defeated. It's infrequent but solemn. Ellie came storming out before you had a chance to scurry away. You didn't look directly at her, handing out the sandwich you'd made for her.

"What's this?" She asked, voice sharp. "The sandwich I made for you." You tried your hardest to speak in a normal tone. Ellie paused, taking it from your hand after a moment of silence. "Are you... crying?" She lowered her voice slightly. You chocked a little on your words but before you managed to reply she had sort of stiffened up turned and left, sandwich in hand.

Maria came soon after, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You shouldn't let her treat you like this." She said. You shook your head, "It's my fault Maria, I nearly got us both killed, she's right." Maria sighed. Since you were little it had been impossible for others to deter you from going after Ellie. You remembered being younger, fifteen or so, Joel comforting you stiffly as you sobbed because Ellie had shoved you off and swore at you after you had tried to hug her. "Its not you kiddo, it's just hard for her."

You just wanted to make it easier for her.

[elli3luvs]

Bimbo gf cheerleader x football player Ellie…😜?

a/n: i am actually so hopeless when it comes to sports so please do not let that shock you LMFAOOO but this is so cute! thanks for requesting <3

the first time you saw her you knew she HAD to be yours

the way the sweat rolled down her neck in practice or the way she barked out orders to the underclassmen

she always held this serious look on her face as she did the drills her coach told the team to do

all you wanted to see was what she looked like when she smiles

yea

you wanted her

it honestly didn't take too long either, not to be rude but ellie was an easy catch

a pretty girl batting her eyelashes at her and staring at her for a little too long while they were supposed to be practicing? sign her up!

all it took was a couple flirting sessions and like two dates to the drive-in (where all you did was make out and compliment her muscles) and then you guys were official

ellie wasn't the biggest fan of practice before but now that she has you? loves it.

she knows if she's feeling exhausted at all she can just look over to the cheerleaders and her cute girlfriend will be laying on the grass laughing with her friends

instant energy boost

ellie doesn't mean to be perverted but something about the way the nike pros sat on your hips and were tight in the thigh? set her off every single time

"ellie, go back to practice!" you tried to push her off of your neck when she ran over to you

"how can i when my sweet angel looks so cute?" she grabs at your thighs

you just have to roll your eyes at her

it just so happens the two of you also share a calculus class together

obviously, you sit next to each other

ellie — being the amazing gf she is — takes notes for you two to share while you pick at your manicure or stare lovingly at her

the professor sees this but decides not to care too much

ellie helps you study whenever she isn't busy

being an athlete on a scholarship is very important to her so a good majority of her free time is spent doing classwork or extra credit

you call her a nerd but she just smirks while shaking your head

"ya know," she leans forward so you can hear her better, "there's gonna be a time when you have to do your own work. you better start studying, i graduate in a semester. you don't."

ellie loves to see the worried look flicker across your face

you don't know this but even when she graduates she will still help you

she loves to see your eyebrows bunch together when something doesn't make sense

and loves it even more when she can teach you a certain way of doing the equation that makes sense to you

game days are a frequent occurrence with the two of you hyping each other up before games

ellie gets a little nervous before games but whenever you kiss her and tell her everything is going to be fine, it suddenly goes away

ellie loves to stop in the lockerroom as you are doing the final touches

she kisses your forehead each time and says, "my good luck charm."

it melts you

seeing her all focused on the field is enough to make you blush

she has a habit of putting her hands on her hips or wiping the sweat off her face with her jersey when they pause to go over different strategies

you don't know if she does it for you but it does drive you insane

ellie loves to hear you leading the cheers

seeing your happy face is enough to keep her going

when games are done the two of you usually go to a diner and snack on fries

you talk about the plays she did

and she smiles at how enthusiastic and cute you are

ellie really can't get enough of you

[camillesblogsposts]

Ellie headcannons- casual dominance vs explicit

Request from anonymous. Hope this is okay!! I got a little confused over what would fall as casual and explicit but I hope that I got this correct in the context you wanted it to be hahaha!! Loves you 💗

Casual dominance

Ellie exerts dominance over you in everyday, menial tasks. It’s just her nature. It’s the natural dynamic between the two of you. Ellie is stronger, she protects you and cares for you. She’s very attentive and concerned for your well-being at all times; you like being looked after like this by her. She knows you’re happiest when she’s coddling you, brushing your hair and styling it, making decisions for you and the likes.

She does all the little things for you, she ties your laces and takes your shoes off for you when you get home. She undresses and dresses you, taking your body in each time. She makes sure you’ve eaten, that you’re drinking enough water. She’ll torment you if not, “It’s not hard, is it? Such a trooper you are, a whole glass of water down the hatch.” She’ll smirk, pinching your cheek. She’s strict about you getting enough sleep, literally picking you up and carrying to to bed when she sees fit. You know better than to argue back.

She always has a hand on you. Always always always. At home, she’s got you on her lap or she’s wrapped around your waist. Within Jackson she’s got her arm wrapped around you, or she’s holding your hand firmly, pulling you around with her like a puppy. When you’re with friends or Joel, she’s practically dragging you to sit on her lap. If she’s not touching you she doesn’t feel content, she’ll grow uneasy and anxious. Feeling you solidifies that you’re right there, you’re safe because you’re right beside her.

Ellie never takes her eye off you. She hardly lets you out of her sight. You’re on patrols? She’s your partner. You take one horse, you sitting behind Ellie, arms wrapped around her waist for stability. She guides you, she warns you to listen to her. “Stay as close as possible, right? We just gotta clear the place and then we’re outta here.” You never get a chance to kill a single infected if you come across any, Ellie gets them as soon as they’re anywhere near you. She works at her best when you’re there. You give her something to fight for. Afterwards, she can get a little overbearing. She checks over your body intensely, inspecting every inch of you. “Ells I’m fine, I promise!” You protest, trying to get out of her grip. “Stop whining and let me check, you could’ve been scratched somewhere and not realised.” She takes none of it.

Ellie’s compliments are always following “my.” Her possessive attitude towards you extends into her everyday vocabulary. “My pretty princess.” “My baby.” “My girl.” She doesn’t use these sparingly, complimenting you every chance she gets. She loves praising you, seeing how your big eyes get all bright and sparkly.

Ellie is really protective of you in every day situations. Nobody can treat you with an attitude without Ellie verging on threatening them. Even Joel is not exempt of this, his somewhat sarcastic comments towards your naive nature are always followed up by a glare from Ellie. Only she gets to take the piss out of you.

Explicit dominance

Ellie is almost always the one to decide on your outfit. Even if you’re certain of what you want to wear that day, she manages to make changes. “You’ll be cold if you just wear that shirt, here, wear my jumper.” Is the most common of excuses to get you to wear her clothes. “C’mon, I love it when you wear these shorts” She’ll whisper to you from behind, hands wrapped around your waist. She knows you can’t resist her requests when she’s touching you like this.

Ellie owns your orgasm. It’s just a rule of your relationship. You ask permission to finish and nothing else is acceptable. She loves denying you, hearing your desperate whines develop into sobs as you shake and shiver. She loves letting you, too, hearing you thank her through tears and convulsions. She loves to hold your thighs apart as you finish, not allowing them to clamp shut, so she can see as your pussy throbs.

You’re her girl. There’s no doubt about it. Ellie approves of who and who you shouldn’t be associating with. Not overtly- but she makes it obvious to you. If she sees you spending ‘too’ much time with a singular girl she’ll be sure to make sure that you regret it. She’ll fuck you hard, taking out her jealousy. “Think she’d be able to fuck you like this, hm? C’mon, tell me.” She’d scowl, fingers smacking your abused pussy. You’d play along during but after you’d get all blubbery, desperately trying to assure Ellie that she is the only person you’re interested in. She’d hold you tightly and kiss you all over, reassuring you that she wasn’t really angry with you.

She definitely is into rewards and punishments. If you listen to her well she’ll reward you with oral, sucking on your pussy for hours until you’re overstimulated in a puddle of your own mess. If you cross a line with her; say, continuously speaking back even after she warns you, she’ll spank your ass raw and bruised. “You think you’ve learnt your lesson now?” She’d ask tauntingly, pulling your head up by your plaits. You nod, pouting and shaking and sobbing. “Stupid little thing.”

Ellie seeks for any ounce of control she can grasp over you. She loves giving you silly little tasks to complete, knowing how useful it makes you feel. She’ll get you to plant some seeds outside your home to brighten it up a bit for spring, or she’ll have you go to the market to try find something really random and obscure, knowing that it’s something of a game for the two of you. She loves getting an excuse to reward you, lifting you onto the coffee table and bending you over into a doggy position, pulling your undies down to see the mess in your pants. She’ll give you whatever you want if you win the little market game. She’ll have you pull down your underwear at random times to show her how wet you’ve got from her incessant teasing. Sometimes, she’ll make you take them off completely, playing with you and making you walk around a partially exposed area naked. She knows how quickly you cry from embarrassment, and how much she loves to take advantage of your teary face.

Ellie is sort of into pet play, though she doesn’t know the terms to name it that. All she knows is it turns her on to have you on your knees, crawling to her, all desperate and pouty and messy. She grips your face hard, shoving her fingers down your throat. She’s even made you drink from a bowl on the ground as she made fun of you, “fuck, you’re really such a fucking perv, aren’t you?”