welcome to my blog <3 my name’s poe, i’m an 18 year old multi-fandom writer who’s currently hyper-fixated on the last of us 🫶🏾 here’s a list of my recent works:
The Last of Us
🌿 Ellie Williams:
modern!ellie gf headcannons (sfw)
service gf ellie drabble (sfw)
sub!ellie (nsfw)
“carnal” (nsfw)
🌊 Abby Anderson:
soccer player!abby drabble (sfw)
abby/‘innocent’ reader (nsfw)
Abby Anderson / Ellie Williams / Reader:
bouncer!abby flirts with ellie’s girl (sfw)
“Toxic” : ellabs jealousy fic part 1 | part 2
In The Heights
usnavi / vanessa (sfw)
Into The Spiderverse
hobie brown / reader (sfw)
all asks/non-fic related silliness will be under #poetalks 🪲 , and all my reblogged fic recommendations will be under #poerecs. my masterlist is updated regularly. i’m open to requests or you can just stop by to chat :)
A screenshot of a savage starlight poster on EBay, going for the $49 that Ellie can’t cough up.
A selfie of Ellie and Joel at an NFL game for the Dallas Cowboys. Joel’s frowning because they lost, Ellie’s smiling because she gets to go home.
A photo of the stars from when she was visiting Jackson.
A snapchat of Ellie, Joel, Tommy, and you playing monopoly as a massive argument over property starts out. The screen then effectively goes black as the phone is dropped and a loud crash is heard. Then, a flipped table is seen once it it picked up again.
A video of Ellie skulling down a beer with Jesse and Dina behind her, before throwing it to the side and dry heaving because it was warm.
A video of Ellie, Jesse, and Dina running the fuck away from security while laughing - the video showing their shoes and the road only - because they chose to record that in a gated park at midnight.
A video you secretly took of her while she was driving late at night, the roads around you just woods and darkness. In the background you can hear Joel’s playlist faintly as Ellie keeps rambling on about the full moon that night, and which stars and constellations to look out for. And in her window side reflection you see yourself smiling dumbly at Ellie, because it’s when she talks about the things she cares about that you remember why you fell in love with this girl.
Grainy photo of her Call of Duty ranking on her pc (she forgot how to screenshot).
Screenshot of her Fortnite ranking.
Screenshot of her Rocket League ranking.
A photo of a pissed off looking Jesse in the backseat of Ellie’s car, with soda all over him. The Live Photo shows the exact moment it spilled after Ellie hit a speed bump too fast.
A saved Snapchat of Jesse trying to wipe it off with a sweater Ellie left in the back, to the sounds of Ellie’s threats after he did that, and the shaking of the camera as you try not to laugh.
A photo of “No Pun Intended” volume three.
A screenshot of your drunk texts, sappy ‘I love you’s with typos and all.
A screen recording of your recent FaceTime with Ellie. You’re at work and she’s panicking in the bathroom with all of this drugstore makeup around her. You’re trying not to laugh as she’s figuring out how to use a beauty blender on her neck while cussing you out for leaving so many hickeys the night before. She then looks at the phone and starts cussing you out for laughing.
A live photo of a shooting star.
Thirty seven 0.5x selfies of yourself in her deleted folder, and 19 blurry photos of her running towards you, trying to grab her phone - you stole it while she was in the shower.
A screen recording of a Tiktok because the saves were off, showing a tutorial on making a flower bouquet with pipe-cleaners.
A photo of Ellie's split lip, after she tried to open a beer bottle with her teeth.
A screenshot of the groceries list from her notes app.
A video sent to her from Joel, from a small gathering back in Jackson during Summer. Everyone's all by the house, talking and laughing loudly. Someone's on the barbecue and someone's bringing food out from the house, much to everyone's cheering. Some old 70's playlist is playing faintly from inside, and there's a few people dancing to it. But then the camera pans down to the left, where you and Ellie are sitting near some steps, her head on your shoulder as you laugh at something she said. Then the video gets shaky from Joel trying hit the 'stop record' button as Tommy comes up to him and sees you both. And faintly in the background, you might hear him say something about Ellie marrying you someday, but only if you listen close enough.
A bathroom picture of her and Jesse wearing suits and black glasses to go and see the minions movie.
A selfie of her and JJ in her lap, who’s grabbing the camera and smiling while she's not paying attention to what he's doing.
A screenshot of a very short haircut.
A screenshot of your very emotional texts telling her not to get that haircut.
A video of her dead asleep on your lap, with you brushing her hair out of her face as she scrunches her face in her sleep, before relaxing at your hand cups the side of her face softly.
A photo of her face after JJ tried to put 'makeup' on her.
A video of you all singing happy birthday to Joel, who's wearing a pink glittery tiara that says '60' in cursive.
A video of Ellie smushing a small chunk of cake on his face.
A video of Joel smushing a full piece of cake in her face.
A video of you both laughing in the bathroom while trying to get the cake off Ellie's face and shirt. You're wiping her face with a dishtowel while she's sitting on the counter, and when you lean in and reach behind her to wet the cloth in the sink, she just pulls you closer into a kiss. It turns into a messy makeout session, the cake still everywhere on her face.
A screenshot of your texts with Joel later that night-
imagine innocent!abby, good girl, good grades, never kissed anybody, eating you out for the first time. you sound so pretty above her, head back in the pillow as series of moans and whines fall from your lips. she’s never seen a view like it, and, fuck, is it gorgeous. she can feel her own heat in the middle of her legs as she keeps her eyes on yours, lips sucking your clit with a persistent passion. she can’t help the unfamiliar feeling that grows in the middle of her legs, the one that came around when you two were kissing beforehand as foreplay. no one’s ever laid a finger on abby’s pussy, sadly, but that doesn’t stop how eager she is to tend to it. as your laid out, legs spread wide for her and whines of abby’s name leaving your lips, she can’t help but grind into the bed below her, eager to please the sudden hunger she’s experiencing. she barely feels how wet she is until she begins to do it, humping the bed for the touch that you can’t give her. you don’t see a thing until her moans into your own pussy turn into whorish whimpers, and you look down to see what’s causing it. you can’t help but chuckle as you grab abby by the back of the head, forcing her into your cunt more as she rubs her tongue onto you, whining. “needy girl. couldn’t just ask me nicely, now, could you?” you mock abby, and she does what she can to shake her pretty head. you wrap your thighs around her face, forcing her to take all of you, and grind yourself into her lips as she whines into your cunt. abby’s never felt like this before: so wet, so desperate. you know she’s close herself when her face goes red, her whimpers becoming more defined. “mmm, that’s it. you gonna cum for me, baby?” you hum down to her, and she nods. your words seem to be what pushes her over the edge as she grips a hand onto your thighs before you know it, grinding onto the bed until she’s cumming in her pants.
ellie's hands were pinning your hips down as her tongue abused your sopping hole. your hands were pulling at her hair one second and the next covering your mouth to hide your precious noises. and then in another second your hands were gripping the sheets under you and then once again, back in her hair. ellie had a smirk plastered on her lips, the pleasure she got from watching you become a total slut for her. her tongue was messily flicking at your clit, the noise of your slick and her saliva just further proving how needy both of you were.
your thighs were shaking at this point, your plethora of orgasms catching up to you rapidly. "el— ellie!" you moaned, hoping no one could hear how desperate you were for her mouth. "mmm, yes baby?" she answers, making sure she talks directly into your cunt. "d'ya need something?" she smiles up at you. she looks so pretty between your thighs, eating you like she'd never eat anything again. your breathing was jagged, chest rising in falling choppily. "please! please let me cum, mommy." ellie felt her face heat up, moaning softly but her tongue never faltering.
"fuck, babe." she groans, adding her fingers to the mix, fingering your tight hole with ease from how wet you were. your back arches of the bed, hips rolling trying to get every ounce of pleasure that you can. "yeah, baby. that's it, use my mouth." she mumbles, letting you practically grind on her face desperately. "need more, els.." you whine, selfishly wanting more even after all she's given you. but she's more than okay with giving you more. "oh, so greedy, baby."
sub!ellie
tears were practically building up in ellie's eyes. your hands hooked around her thighs, to keep her from trying to run away from the immense pleasure. your nose brushing into her clit with every movement, making her go crazy. "god, fuck, fuck. babe, fuck." she mumbles, with mixtures of whines, incoherently. her head thrown back as she rides your face, shaky hands tangled in your hair as she rolls her hips in synced time as your tongue fucked into her. her mind felt like it was going to mush as she looked at you under her, and you were already look up at her.
ellie would never admit how much she adored sitting on your face. she was too proud to admit that she would day dream about this all day, touching herself to the thought of sitting so prettily atop your face. ellie could feel her legs going weak as her impending orgasm approached. her mouth hung open, eyes shut tightly with moans falling from her pretty lips. her words were unintelligible, probably mumbling something about how good she felt or how close she was to cumming.
you smoothed over her thighs with your hands, comforting her as she finally cums in your mouth, slowing your movements but not stopping. she was whining, cunt pulsing with need and contentment at the same time. her hands were gripping your hair so tight you were surprised she wasn't pulling it out. her legs were shaking, threatening to give out on her, and of course you were being just the biggest jerk and overstimulating her. "fuck, fuck, fuck! gonna cum again if you don't stop." she chuckles half heartedly, but really you both wouldn't mind that.
Whiny dom!Abby with a double sided strap. That’s it. That’s the sentence.
fuck fuck fuck you put the hottest image in my head and i don't even like penetration
"please baby. fuck—" abby's choked out words are interrupted by a loud, high pitched whimper. she throws her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, and lets her hips move in slow circular motions. her body quivers when the tip of the dildo brushes against the most sensitive spot inside of her and she repeats the action to feel it again and again, soft moans filling the room.
you look up at her with drowsy eyes, your legs wrapped around her waist to hold her close to your body as she fucks you, hands gripping her shoulders as tightly as possible and leaving small indentations on her heated skin. you hiss when she picks up the pace again, delivering rough and deep thrusts, "oh my god"
you close your eyes and focus on abby's desperate pleas as she brings you closer to your orgasm while simultaneously chasing hers, inner walls clenching tightly around the toy.
"feels so good, abby" you breathe in her ear, hiding your face in the crook of her neck and letting your body be rocked with the force of the blonde's movements.
she suddenly untangles herself from you and pulls away with heavy breaths. you want to question her but don't get the chance, as she immediately sneaks a strong hand under your body and flips you around. you let out a guttural moan when she enters you from behind, holding yourself up on your hands and knees when she grabs your waist to lift you up, slamming into you in such a relentless way you can't help but drop your head down and take it.
abby's actions slowly get more and more sloppy, the pleasure too intense for her to hold a steady pace— your name the only thing she can mindlessly mutter, chanting it like a prayer.
"it's— oh my god. fuck yourself on my dick baby" she says in the most desperate tone you've ever heard from her and you oblige to her request, pushing back against her strap, feeling so full it's hard to form a single thought.
she lets you do all the work, loud whines falling from her plump lips as you make the strap hit just the right spot. she keeps mumbling soft 'i'm close's and 'please don't stop's to you, her long hair messily falling all over her shoulders, her face flushed pink.
she finally reaches her climax, her hands grip your hips tightly, a groan forming in the back of her throat. she bucks her hips into you once, twice, riding out her orgasm as pathetic little whines come out of her mouth. the thrusts push you over the edge as well, your legs quivering, the only thing you can register being abby's high pitched "fuck, fuck, fuck–"
at the gay bar??? cocky nd flirty bouncer!abby???? jealous ellie??? that was a full three course meal and i ate it up like it was my last.
OBSESSED
AHH IM SO GLAD!! the amount of times i wrote and rewrote parts of it to try and get it to match the vibes of the original video.. yall are too kind im glad the effort is appreciated 🫶🏾
tags: bouncer!abby, established relationship ellie, fem!reader, jealousy
a/n: no one wrote it so i wrote... based on this post i made a while back. i haven’t stopped thinking about it. sorry that i haven’t written anything in ages :( exam season was kicking my ass
taglist: (people who said they wanted to see this in word form) @rubycruzsbitch @elsgirl
“you’re serious... you’ve never been to a gay bar before?” you wore an incredulous look on your face as ellie awkwardly shrugged, trying to look nonchalant about it.
your girlfriend wasn’t the type to frequent nightclubs. if it was up to her, she’d be spending tonight high as a kite sat by her gaming set up. but you’d insisted that she had to tag along with you because it was a ‘mandatory queer experience’. ellie knew deep down that you just wanted to get shit faced and have her close by simultaneously. you always ended up blowing up her phone whenever you got too drunk at parties, whining that you missed her and begging her to turn up or take you home. one of the drawbacks she’d learned to accept of dating an extrovert.
“cmon. you’ll have a good time, i promise.” you leaned in close, dropping the pitch of your voice and staring into her eyes. her ears flushed pink as she slid her toned arms around your waist to draw you in even closer, and you knew you’d convinced her.
the next hour or so was spent with you trying on different outfits and forcing ellie to help you pick one. her opinion was pretty useless, mostly consisting of monotoned ‘looks great babe’s as she shamelessly ogled you dress and undress in front of her.
“dude. you’re such a creep.” you sighed, shimmying your way into a different skirt. ellie rolled her eyes, approaching you from behind to help you pull up the zipper. “what, i can’t admire my girl?” she murmured, peppering warm kisses across the back of your neck.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
the heels of your platforms clack noisily against the sidewalk as you finally reach the front of the queue, the harsh bass of the music vibrating from within the club. excitement thrummed through your veins and you smiled brightly at ellie, squeezing her warm hand in yours. she smiled sheepishly back, returning your squeeze.
“gonna need to see some ID, princess.” a deep yet feminine voice captured your attention. you looked up to meet the gaze of the bouncer only to be truly taken aback by her appearance. she wore a fitted tank top that emphasised her ridiculously built upper body, her thick freckled arms folded across her chest and her expression stern. just as you were admiring her long hair neatly braided at the back of her head you realised she noticed you staring.
you squinted to read the blonde’s name tag, abby, before averting your eyes long enough to tap ellie’s arm, motioning for her to help you fish out your ID from your purse. you didn’t notice the way her eye twitched at the pet name. ellie dug into the bag and slapped the card into abby’s hand with more force than was probably necessary. abby didn’t react, simply flipping it over.
the woman analysed your license in silence with furrowed brows and her mouth downturned. you began to panic slightly, your glossy lips pursed. there was a slight chance that she was gonna turn you away. man, would that be a bummer. “it’s real.. pinkie promise.” you say in an attempt to lighten the mood. abby’s briefly looks up at you to meet your eyes before continuing to examine the ID card that you absently realise looks comically small in her large hands. ellie sighs impatiently, crossing her arms and staring up at the sky. you shoot her a look that screams ‘not helpful, babe.’
“hmm. can you smile for me?” the request caught you slightly off guard and you paused for a moment, chancing a glance at your girlfriend. her expression almost made you burst out laughing; you’ve never seen ellie look more aggravated. her eyebrows were raised in disbelief as she tries to make eye contact with abby to assert some form of control over the situation. when that doesn’t work, she lets out a perplexed ‘dude!’
the bouncer continues to completely ignore her and focuses her gaze on you, her brow raised expectantly. you relent. anything to get out of this line quicker. they’re playing your favorite song for fuck sake, and the longer you’re stood out here the higher the likelyhood ellie will change her mind about the night. so you beam up at her, flashing your best smile and abby’s stoic expression finally cracks into a grin of her own.
“yeah, there’s them pretty dimples. get in there baby.” abby motions into the bar with a wink. against your better judgment, you can’t help feeling flustered by the line. your mouth hangs open slightly as you stare up at her, rooted to the spot from the shock. you’re finally broken out of it by ellie shooting her a disgusted scowl and ushering you into the darkness of the bar. you try to school your expression before she notices the dopey smile spread wide across your face.
i, for the life of me, cannot stop thinking about ellie wearing a packer. meaning she goes all day with slightly tented pants and a comfortable weight on her crotch. fortunately, she isn't as shameful as one might think, so she at least tries to conceal the bulge by wearing her longer shirts.
it's different than when she puts her strap on, but nonetheless it gives her such confidence and power that it's slowly becoming an habit. the times where she doesn't go out wearing it are exceeded by those when she does.
she swears that the mere image of you palming her through her jeans is enough to elicit a chocked whimper. she has to squint her eyes and remind herself you two are in public not to go berserk and just take you right there and then.
if we gotta be honest, ellie doesn't even need to be touched to wet the base of the toy. the moment she watches you across the room dancing for her will cause a sticky sensation down there. she sprawls on the armchair, spreading her legs and massaging her crotch while tracing every curve of your body. she can't help biting her lips and relishing in the obscenity of the sexual tension she created.
if you go on your knees and start mouthing the packer through her pants or boxers, rest assured you will smell her musky slick, already collecting between her thighs.
the last and deadliest torture you can give her in such a scenario is if you straddle her and sink against her. ellie would slide in the armchair, planting her feet firm on the floor, in order to have your cores collide in the most delicious way. your pussy throbs as soon as you feel the bulge and it takes a quarter of a second for you to start grinding in the messiest of ways. in circles, thrusting up and down, humping back and forth, you name it. ellie is in literal heaven and her own pussy as well is stimulated thanks to you bumping against her. her hands encourage your hips by anchoring on the soft skin, urging you to go faster.
"you liked when i humped you from behind back then? i know you did. you're practically going stupid for my cock and i haven't even fucked you yet– shit, baby, like that..."
(i feel so ashamed but then again it's ellie's fault for being so fucking perfect and so my ideal type)
cw: smut. both ellie n reader are high, spit ig? descriptions of it, pussy eating (r receiving)
you’re on her lap, making out with her sloppily, while a joint hangs loosely from her fingers. you’re wrapping your hands around her neck as you moan into the kiss, grinding softly on her leg. she’s intoxicating. the room is intoxicating, filled with the familiar scent of weed and your spit mixing, dripping down your faces. you feel like you can feel everything, but also nothing all at once.
“els… please…” you say, slurring your words and dipping your head into her neck. she’ll just look up with you with hazy, red eyes and a dumb smile.
she would be MESSY when she eats pussy high. drool falling down her chin as she practically makes out w your clit, pushing her face so far in she can’t breathe.
grabbing on your legs with a DEATH GRIP. trying to mumble things like “love this pussy so much, baby. can drown in it s’sweet.” but the sound of your pussy squelching against her mouth and the fact her face is so deep between your legs you can’t hear her.
PUSSY DRUNK. she would just slowly eat your cunt for HOURSSSS ugh until eventually she pumps her long calloused hands in you making you reach your peak. just laying there for a few minutes cleaning you up.
when she thinks you’re clean enough she’ll just fall asleep between your legs after showering your legs with kisses telling u how amazing u were and how much she loves you. being too unbothered to clean her messy cum and drool covered face, tired from all her hard work :(
sorry this was so short i’ve just been thinking abt it a lot !
DONT JUMP ME BUT HELLO EXACTLY ?? way to strip the characters of any of their defining features to cater to a male audience. diversely built abby and dina you will be missed
guys i hate to say it but i need bestfriend!ellie, who steals ur panties to get off... i need her like air!!! 18+ below, mdni!
you’re searching for a lighter in ellie’s nightstand when you notice a flash of pink lace. interest piqued, you tug the fabric out from under a book and some pens, eyes widening when you realize what it is - underwear. your underwear.
you’d lost this pair forever ago and had just assumed it got lost in the dryer, like a mismatched sock. your breath catches in your throat as you imagine ellie in your bedroom, waiting for you to turn away so she could grab these from your laundry basket. heat pools in your gut. what else had she done with these?
“did you find it?” ellie asks as she strides back into the room, having left to grab her bong from the living room. her expression falls when you turn around, the pink thong dangling from your fingertips.
you watch ellie’s cheeks flush bright red, her throat bobbing with a gulp. “i—um, that’s weird. whose are those?”
you almost laugh at her poor attempt to play it cool. your lips pull into a knowing smile, and you take a few steps closer to ellie. she’s like a deer in headlights.
“you know,” you say, getting even closer - so close you can smell the cologne ellie wears. it smells like a bonfire. “i always wondered where these went.”
she just blinks at you. “they’re yours?”
“don’t play dumb,” you tell her. she can barely look at you - the expression on her face reads as utterly mortified.
“i’m not mad, baby.” you reach out and grab the bong from ellie, bringing it to the nightstand and returning to your place in front of her. the pet name makes ellie turn an even brighter shade of red - it’s so fucking cute.
“but i did miss this pair of panties,” you sigh. “you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”
“i’m sorry,” ellie blurts, “i’m so fucking sorry, i know it’s weird and creepy and wrong, but i just—i don’t know, i—”
“why don’t you show me?” you interrupt, one hand still holding the pink thong, your other hand trailing up ellie’s side.
“show me what you did with these, hm?”
you lean in close, that bonfire-like cologne heady and intoxicating. your lips brush against ellie’s, but you don’t kiss her. “please?”
and that’s how you end up sprawled on ellie’s mattress, watching as she pumps her fingers into her wet cunt, her other hand gripping the pair of lace panties.
“fuck,” ellie hisses, sweat-drenched locks of hair clinging to her forehead and temples. she moans your name and your blood runs hot; it’s like fire in your veins. how long had she done this? how many times had she plunged her fingers knuckle-deep in her own cunt, moaning your name like a pornstar?
you squeeze your thighs together, wetness pooling at your center. ellie’s close, you can tell - she’s going faster, panting harder, the wet sounds of her fingers moving through her pussy enough to drive you crazy. when she comes, it’s with a strangled groan, her hand stalling between her legs as she writhes and twitches, hips jolting. it’s a pretty picture, ellie fucked-out from her own fingers.
but you’re not done with her yet.
you sit up on your knees, catching ellie’s gaze as she fights to catch her breath. she watches you carefully remove your shirt, then your bra, your tits supple and round, nipples pebbled. you keep your skirt on, but you reach beneath it to grab the waistband of your panties. you’re wearing another thong, this one black, and when you pull it down your hips and off, you give ellie the kind of look that makes her blush all over again.
“here, els,” you coo, crawling over to her and moving up to straddle her waist. “you need this to keep you quiet.”
ellie just nods, nostrils flaring with every exhale as you push your thumb between her lips, encouraging her to open her jaw. the thong fits almost perfectly inside her open mouth, and the sight of her like that, your thong like a gag to keep her silent, makes your clit throb, your cunt absolutely soaked.
you ride her like that, your pussy wet against hers, her leftover cum spread between your folds, and god you can’t believe you haven’t done this sooner. you roll your hips down and cry out at the feeling of ellie’s cunt smearing against your own, the wet sounds completely obscene.
ellie’s moans and grunts are muffled by the thong in her mouth, her hands gripping your hips, fingernails leaving little crescent moon-shaped marks in your skin. it’s messy and sweaty and desperate, the way you ride her in search of your own pleasure. a thin sheen of sweat glistens on your skin and ellie thinks you look like an angel - but this? this is far from angelic.
ellie uses her grip on your hips to push and pull you along, dragging your cunt over hers faster, faster. you’re both on the very edge, bodies desperate for release, and when you finally come, it’s with a strangled cry of ellie’s name. she comes not long after. her eyes roll back into her skull and you swear she’s going to leave bruises on your hips. the idea thrills you.
finally, you pull the fabric from ellie’s mouth, tossing it beside you on the bed. you lean in close to her, and she smooths a hand over the small of your back. your lips brush over hers again, and this time, ellie pulls you in for a kiss.
