this is a strictly 18+ blog ! i do not write smut but some of my blurbs have mentions of sexual activity ! and i do recommend nsfw fics every now & then so ! so as a precaution, 18+ please !
my asks and requests are always always open ! please please please send me blurb ideas or headcannon ideas or just rant about your day or how cute abby and ellie and dina are !
although i am a lesbian, i have written for male characters in the past and the chances that i write for them again are low, but not zero. please please please do not invalidate my sexuality based on who i do and do not write for.
be nice to me !!! it might take me a while to get to your ask or get to your request !!! so be patient and gentle with me !!!
my loves and who i currently write for !
peter parker (andrew & tom), ellie williams, abby anderson, dina (the last of us), joel miller, steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, robin buckley, jules vaughn, natasha romanoff, kate bishop, harry styles
bolded is who i currently write for, italicized is who iām open to requests for !
pairing : ellie williams x reader
pov : second person , she/her pronouns
warning(s) : just fluff !!! college au my speciality !
notes : been thinking about that anon mentioning soccer player ellie for literal months . so i had to write something for her obvi . missed you guys big time :) <3
ellie is sooo ātomboy in elementary school and wanted to play tackle football but her parents wouldnāt let herā
so of course she picked soccer (kicking things really hard at people mmmm)
she spends hours !!! practicing everydayĀ
holidays, birthdays, special occasions, it doesnāt matter . sheās out there
sheās so cocky !!!!!!!! she loves a compliment and has the worlds biggest ego when it comes to her game
like she knows sheās good . sheās even got the college scholarship to prove it
having her as your girlfriend would actually be soooo annoying because like .
girls are FLINGING themselves at her
like stopping mid convo to stare at her as she walks by, dropping their pencils in front of her just to bend over
and she fucking loves ignoring it
just completely looking away when s girl is trying to get her attention
when she looks in the stands at games she loves to wink in your direction and watch people fight over if she winked at them or not
āshe winked at me she wants meā
meanwhile youāre behind them giggling
ellie gets so in her head before games, even when she knows she so fucking good
her scholarship is riding on her ability to play and she cannot let her game rage get the better of her
she lovesss arguing with a ref tho
she loves it when you run her a bath after a game
especially if she loses :(((
she just wants to be held and cared for !!!!!!
when her muscles are sore from training and her back hurst she just wants a massage and a hug :((((
she asks all the time if youāll go to the gym with her
youāre her little cheerleader !!!
at games, at the gym, when she's doing her homework you're cheering her on
you love to obsess over her in a funny way
"ellie!! ellie i'm your biggest fan!! can i have your sweatband!!"
hi !!! once again accidently abandoned you guys ( sorry !!!! ) i'm in the process of moving to college and so that's been a lot to deal with !! also having terrible writers block ( womp womp ) once i get all moved in and settled at school , fingers crossed i'll be back and writing and posting !! love u the most
okay but modern!ellie would have an abundance of dad graphic tees. she has cool ones of course, but she has ones that say the cringiest shit and honestly?? she prefers them. her favourites by far are the ones referencing a wife that say shit like āi donāt need google, my wife knows everythingā or āmy wife says i only have two faults. i donāt listen and something elseā. youāre forever begging her not to wear them in public with you, but she takes that as a personal challenge and goal and thrifts for more until she has more than she wants or knows what to do with, and youāre forced to walk down the street holding hands with her while sheās wearing the most atrocious graphic tee known to man. and she lives in baggy jeans and jorts. she doesnāt have much of a fashion sense but that makes her all the more attractive. these alsoš:
pairing : abby anderson x reader
pov : second person, she/her pronouns
warning(s) : none !! just fluff ! college abby obvi !
notes : you know roomie headcannons are my specialty
roommate!abby was randomly selected by your uni
before you guys met, all you knew was her name. you didnāt look her up on instagram or facebook . you kinda just hoped that she was cool
(she was the coolest btw)
roommate!abby is just sooohdshksdhd sweet
sheās tough and nonchalant (and dare i sayā¦ a little mean) to everyone else
but she is putty in your hands
she has girls (andā¦ men) falling to her feet around campus but she only has eyes for YOU
as soon as she walks in the door of your dorm, the furrow in her eyebrows goes away
roommate!abby always picks up your favorite food from the dining hall on her way in because she knows youāll be too tired to go down there after your classes
if you have an 8am and abby doesnāt, sheāll wake up early anyway just so she can see you before you leave for the day
but god forbid you accuse her of having a crush on you???
āi thought you didnāt have an 8am class?ā āi donāt i just have uh an um and uh [some bullshit reason]ā āā¦ rightā
roommate!abbyās love language is acts of service 100%
from buying you dinner or remembering to put the ice tray back in the freezer because she knows you wonāt drink water if thereās not ice in it
ādo you wanna watch a movie with me?ā is her favorite line
i feel like abby is alwayssss cold
she thinks itās funny to put her cold on hands on the back of you neck or your face if youāre sitting on the couch together
or sheāll be like ā my hands are so cold
roommate!abby is soooooo obsessed with yousdjfdjfsdf
if youāre feeling sick, she is ready with ibuprofen or cold medicine and a warm bath on standby
if youāve gone shopping, she basically begs for a try on haul and then forgets to breath when you show her
abby anderson kinesiology major (iām right)
roommate!abby hatessss a party
she would much much much rather just spend the night getting boxed wine drunk with you in your little apartment :ā(
sheās an affectionate drunk :ā(((((
she has had to stop herself for confessing her love to you while wine drunk so many times
roommate!abby would 100% give you the sweetest little nicknames (she likes watching you blush)
"sweet girl" and "pretty girl" and "my star" when she's proud of you
:,)))))
she lovessss putting "my" in front of a nickname, it's as close as she'll get to asking you out
hi ?????? iām so sorry i kinda ghosted you guys š iāve been on vacay for like a week and havenāt had time to get roommate abby posted š but worry not ! she will be out later today !! i promise you that !!!
but anyway ! how have you guys been ! talk to meee ! ššššš
soccer!ellie x cheerleader!reader headcannons (sfw+nsfw) ā½ļøš 18+
this has been on my mind a lot.
į„«į” first of all, lets make it clear. ellie is a forward, and an attacking midfielder. when it comes to playing, ellie's a game maker. she's calculated, and knows exactly what she's doing. often times, you could catch her pacing around the midfield in what may seem like an aimless strut, but if you really look at her, you would notice those brain gears turning, she's thinking ahead. it's as if she gets inside her opponents brains and studies them. she knows exactly what their next move will be, and when the balls in-between her legs, her kicks are precise and calculated. while everybody else is chasing the ball, ellie already knows how to score the next goal, and a minute later? she does. ohā and it's her third one in the game already.
į„«į” when ellie scores, she can get a little cocky, but it took her some time and practice to get this comfortable. when she scored the first goal on her very first college game, she stood frozen in front of the goalie. her eyes narrowed in confusion, ādid iā¦?āā and in a matter of exactly five seconds, her teammates were all over her. dragging her across the field, picking her up and cheering her on. ellie was so exultant and excited she swore she stopped breathing for a moment.
į„«į” now? when ellie scores... yeah, she knows exactly what she's worth. she points her finger to her ear, signals at the audience; "let me hear you", and nods her head when the chanting gets louder. when they shout; "williams! williams! williams!" her ego inflates in her chest, and she almost feels like a godā albeit, she's not annoying about it. it's just fun when people scream her name, you know?
į„«į” sometimes, ellie spots a cutie in the audience and hands her her sweat drenched tee with a shy smile. speaking of tee? her kit is a black shirt with blue stripes, and a royal blue, golden crown symbol. her nike socks are pulled up to her ankles, and when she jacks up her shirt to wipe some sweat off her sheeny forehead, she reveals her mouth watering abs, and a firm v line right on her lower abdomen. no wonder girls swoon over her, and no wonder she likes it.
į„«į” when ellie saw you in the audience, the last thing on her mind was handing you her tee. honestly, what she wanted to do was hide under a bench and bite the ball between her teeth. you made her too nervous, what could she say? you weren't just a cutie in the audience, you were drop dead gorgeous, you wore that cheerleading outfit and you cheered for herā well, for her team, and for some reason she couldn't quite recognize, you paid her no mind. you were the only one who didn't flash her flirty, playful smiles after the won a big game, and you were the only one who made her heart feel like it was dropping right to her pants.
į„«į” after scoring three goals, she finally spotted you. you had your pom pom's in your hands, and you were talking to two of your friends. after you noticed she was looking, practically staring, you raised her a small, shy smile, and her breath quickened. right when she waved at you, you turned around. thenā she pretended to wave at someone else. that, led her blush to creep down to her chest. she fumbled the ball twice, almost tripped on her shoelaces and received one yellow card, that turned into two yellow cardsā when she decided that arguing with the referee wouldn't be a stupid decision.
į„«į” ellie has access to her teams instagram account, so she stalks you from there. obviously, she doesn't follow you on her personal account because at the end of the day she's a terrified loser, hence why she's right here, at 9pm, on her best friends bed, logged on to the jackson's tigers.
she comes across a picture of you from december. she groaned at how pretty you are, dropped her phone right on her forehead and... double tapped.
"oh fuckfuckfuckfuck"
"fucking hate this fucking phone... DINA! HELP"
į„«į” when you asked her teammate about it the next day, ellie was near, and she turned her head to the other direction so swiftly her neck almost cracked. then, that night, she concluded that the smartest thing to do was to spam like all of the jacksons tigers cheerleaders posts and comment "out favorite cheerleaders!" on one of your pictures from practice.
you were so freaking confused.
ellie thought she was a genius.
į„«į” clearly, ellie talks about you with her teammates. she talks about you so much they practically call her a āfucking idiotā for not asking you out already. it always begins with āthat one cheerleaderā¦ā and then, they immediately roll their eyes, because they know who sheās talking about, and for some reasonā she refuses to use your name.
she says it's because she doesn't remember it.
they think it's because she's a loser.
āone cheerleaderā, as if there were truly any others on her mind.
į„«į” when she asked you out for the first time, it was right after a game. a 6:1 game. she felt so triumphant and the adrenaline rushed through her veins, it was almost a given. she was going to ask you out. today. right now. she walked over, fanning herself with her tee, absentmindedly flashing her abs, you looked at her and smiled so softly she felt as if she was going to choke. āgood game, williamsā you bubbled, and now, what fucking game and whoās fucking williams? so flustered, all she wanted to do was join the water polo team and drown herself in the pool. āheyā¦ you want my shirt?ā she muttered, could you tell she was breathless?. right, her shirt, this is the move.
āforā¦?ā you responded, tilting your head.
she stammered, and toyed with the hem of her tee. āfor umā¦ā for? for? for? āfor theā¦ā she huffed, scratching her neck.
āfor our date?ā
į„«į” for your first date, she took you out for milkshakes. although they were two dollars each, she insisted on paying and nearly dropped her wallet on the floor. "no, really, let meā¦ please?", and who could say no to that?
you two practically talked about nothing and everything at the same time. she teased you about being a cheerleader; "all you do is jump around" (she knew it wasn't true, she just wanted to see how cute you'd get when you're pissed) and somehow, you weren't pissed. you responded with a grin.
"and all you do is run around and chase the ball like a dog"
į„«į” she truly felt like if she didn't kiss you right now she might die, so she did. she crawled under the booth like an idiot, and sat directly next to you. her eyes darted form your lips to your eyes, to your lips again.
"are you gonna kiā"
į„«į” the next moment you knew, her hand was on the back of your neck, and her lips crashed into yours. when she pulled away, cheeks flushed and lips still parted, she whispered a breathy "yeah, gonna kiss you".
after that night? you two were inseparable, glued by the hip.
į„«į” ellie gets incredibly in her head before games. she's slightly anxiety ridden, paces in fast circles around the room just huffing under her breath about different strategies, and what her opponents will do. "if i get a penalty kick..." she begins, and she looks so angry and pouty you have a feeling that you know exactly what's gonna help. the best remedy to her nerves? you. it's as if a comically large lightbulb appears over your head. "wait, what's a panel kick?" you question, tilting your head. you give her this pout, like you're stupidā but you know exactly what a penalty is, you've been to about ten games already. she chuckles softly under her breath and shifts her body towards you.
"penalty, babe, it's penalty kick" then, you ask her to explain. she sits down on the bed, pats her thigh and signals you to sit on her lap. when you do, it begins.
all she does is elliesplain soccer to you, and suddenly all of her nerves are gone. she doesn't know what you're doing, or maybe she does, but truly, she doesn't mind. your touch light as a feather, you caress her arm as she rambles on and on, and at one pointā you're not even listening. you fully are just staring into her eyes, focusing on making her feel good. you get off from her lap, and signal her to place her head on your thighs. "keep going, els" you softly hum. "and then... on that one game, messi and ronaldo, likeāā then, she yawns, and her voice has that sweet, lazy raspiness to it, gets breathier and softer. she dozes off right on your thigh. when she wakes up, she huffs a small "thank you", and you know it's sincere. she kisses your jaw, gently holds your wrist, brings it up to her chaste lips, and pecks it softly. "you're too cute, you know that?"
į„«į” once you two started dating, you no longer felt like the teams cheerleader, you felt like you were ellie's, and ellie's only. obviously, you dont make it clear to them, but when you cheerā you keep your eyes glued on her. you sneak extra glances, and sweet smiles just for ellie. when the chant ends with a "go team!" you mouth her a small "go... ellie" and to that, she grins, and cocks her head.
you give ellie her final hug, before she has to go on the field. "go ellie?" she whispers in your ear. "yeah" you bite your lip, swallowing a giggle, and her hand pinches your waist. "oh yeah?", and it's so raspy and teasing that it makes your knees nearly give up on you. "good luck, williams" you kiss her on the cheek, but she tsk's, grabs your jaw and kisses you hard, in front of everybody.
"don't need luck when you're right here"
į„«į” when ellie scores, she dedicates the goal to you. sheās scanning the audience, and when she finds you, jumping up and down, clapping your hands and screaming her name, she points at you, and only at you. "this one's for you" she mouths. truthfully? all of them are. as soon as the game ends, her teams all over her. picking her up, carrying her aroundā that's until she spots you, sucking on your bottom lip and smiling so big it's making her heart practically melt. "wait a sec, guys..." she walks off, and when they groan, she shrugs; "gotta say hi to my girlfā" before she even finishes her sentence, you're jumping in her arms. she picks you up, spins you around and giggles so loud even her teammates can't help but join in. "you're my fucking champion, ellie" you praise, looking deep into her eyes.
"you're my champion"
she won. and yet, you still are.
"but you won!!" you argue, fuckā your heads starting to spin.
"only won cause youāre here, only fucking reason" and maybe, it is.
į„«į” you made her a good luck charm bracelet, and decorated it with blue, black, golden beads. she wears it on her her left wrist, to every single game. she doesn't exactly believe in luck, but she believes in you, and she believes that somehow, every game she won was because of that charm.
nsfw š:
į„«į” the no sex before a big game policy her coach had forced upon the team popped like a little bubble when you two met. one time, one of her friends talked about it with you. you had no idea that was even a thing. the only sentence she said afterwards, was "if coach finds out, she's toast" oh.
į„«į” one thing about ellie is that she's obsessed with fucking you in your cheerleading outfit. makes you do a little spin, and then takes your top off. when it comes to the skirt? "leave it on, babe". she thinks it has to be a kink or something, because when she watches you cheer, your skirt slightly hiking up and revealing a little of your upper thigh, she loses her mind. she has to bite on her tongue and her face goes all red, youāre killing herā did you know that?
she's sat comfortably on the bed, dressed in her grey sweats and sports bra, whilst you demonstrate your cute little dance. "first, i have to kick my leg up" ā and when you do, your panties poke through and she has to swallow hard. "yeah? what else" she places her palms on her thighs, spreads them, and keeps her eyes glued on your body. "then... a little spin" you twirl, and the air lifts your skirt up. to that, she mutters a curse word under her breath.
"do that again"
"ellieā¦ā you whine, and before she has time to respond, you just do it again.
she nods her head up and down. "take your panties off"
you don't listen, do you? deciding on giving her that bratty attitude, she tells you again. "i said... take those panties off"
you stand in front of her, lifting your brow. she gets on her knees, places a soft kiss on your inner thigh, pats it lightly, takes them off for you and stuffs them in her pocket.
"now, do that spin again"
į„«į” when you take her strap while wearing your skirt, she truly goes crazy. makes you bounce on it as the fabric flaps around, fully just teasing her, and she's just as close to cumming as you are. "fuck! mmmph-ellie!" you wail, incoherently so, and it sounds like pure gibberish. "again, say my name again" she hisses, and nowā she's practically fucking it into you, rolling her hips so you don't even have to move a muscle. the only thing you do, is spread your puffy folds open for her, hiking up your skirt so she gets a good view of your pussy and your erect little clit, pumping just for her. "i said... fuckā again" "ellie!" you gasp, and the look on her face is a look of pure bliss, of pure smugness, cocky satisfaction. "that's itā¦ā
į„«į” when she has a big game coming up, truthfully, so do you. cheering might not be as intense, and it's not a damn competition, but you work just as hard. which is why... she makes you chant those cheering athems while she's inside of you. maybe, it'll make you remember them better.
"what comes next, huh?" she croaks, circling your clit with her thumb whilst deliciously splitting you open with her strap. "then its... it's... ohā ellie" you sob, clenching around her as if she might run away if you won't. "it's...?" she teases, and takes your cheeks between her fingers. "it's... go tātāteam" you whimper, squeaking like a dog's chew toy. "i dont think that's quite right" she manages to keep her voice steady, but her movements are anything but. she's panting, and encourages you on. "c'monā gotta remember it f'me, you can do it" she grunts, gives your ass a little slap that makes you squirm. she grabs the fat between her palms, and nods her head. you can truly do it, you know you can. "it's... it's go elā go ellie" with the sound of her name, she fastens her pace, both inside of your achy cunt, and right on your clit. "elā elā gonna cācu!" you cry out, holding on to her wrist while she hovers on top. "you're gonna what?" now, her voice is just as unsteady, with the base of the strap hitting her puffy, wet clit. "cācum" when you manage to cry, it washes over you, mind boggling, makes your entire body jolt till you're shaking beneath her. she helps you ride it out,
"take itā fuckā take what's yours, take it.ā
āthat's my girl"
į„«į” anyways, ellie is obsessed with the way her name sounds as it leaves your mouth. obsessed with hearing you scream it, whimper it, whine it, obsessed when it comes out shaky, and obsessed when it's crystal clear. her favorite one though? "go... ellie!"
į„«į” if she loses a game... oh, what a sore loser. she puts the blame entirely on herself, especially with her new role as the teams captain. but oh, how lucky she is, to have such a considerate girlfriend. when you two got home from the game, you laid on the bed. she gave your hand a little squeeze;
"gonna shower" and she lifts her body or of the mattress. ādont wait up, babeā go to sleep"
she opens the bathroom door, and the water start streaming. you really won't go to sleep though, would you? what you do instead, oh...
you go through her bag, aimlessly looking for something... something, that will make her feel better. something that will show her she's the boss, whether she loses or wins.
her tee. "WILLIAMS" on the back, with the number "7" right below. you can't help but chuckle, grinā even, and do a little dance before you put it on. it's sweaty, damp, but you don't seem mind. you take off your shirt, your bra and your panties, and you wear it. it smells like her and it caresses right over your nipples, you almost have to stop from being so nasty and touching yourself with whilst she's showering. you're wearing her tee, her nameā williamsā you're hers. williams fucking girl. you sit pretty on the bed, legs wide open, and you wait. you wait and you wait and you waitā till you no longer hear the water streaming. she opens the door, and if your heart skipped a beat, ellie was pure having heart palpitations. she groaned loudly, and you almost felt the air she let out on your skin. "what is... whatāā she moves closer, and her eyes look hungry, ravenous.
"m'showing you.." you purr, in an attempt to hide the nervousness in your voice. you turn around, on all fours, purposely flashing her your ass and your cunt when the tee rides up. you point at your back. "who i belong to...ā
ellie's never moved so quickly in her life, not even when she's chasing the ball. she yanks you by the tee, and pulls you closer to her chest. "yeah?" she whispers, as if she doesn't already know the answer. she nibbles on your neck, and you whimper.
wrestler abby is so fucking cute šššššššššššššš i love her sm iām so glad someone is finally writing for her š¤š¤š¤š¤š¤
but may i proposeā¦.. soccer player ellieā¦ā¦.. volleyball player dinaā¦ā¦
thank you so much šššš i love wrestler abby the lack of stuff for her bums be out so bad š
i loveeee soccer player ellie š i read stuff for her all the time cuz she is so cute but !!! VOLLEYBALL PLAYER DINA. new headcannon draft just dropped. her in those volleyball shortsā¦ā¦ā¦ and if i say iām clenching my thighs ?????
notes : abbyyyyyy my baby :,)))) iāve been obsessed with her for so long but recently sheās taken over my every waking thought!!!!!! it hurts my soul that there arenāt more wrestler!abby things on tumblr so i will b your dealer
ooohhsdhsksdh wrestler abby
wrestler!abby goes to your school on a full ride scholarship (super smart)(national championship wrestler)
as much as she enjoys wrestling sheās truly just the sweetest person ever
like on the mat she look soooo scary but as soon as soon as the match is over sheās smiling and shaking hands and giggling
she could never ever try boxing cuz she as violent as wrestling is, she is terrified of boxing because itās so violent
she would never ever use her size for anything other than good outside of a match
in high school so many people were scared of her cuz sheās tall and strong and shy :((((( so in college she made it her goal to be more outgoing
the first time she hurt someone during a match she cried so hard she almost threw up
literally almost quit wrestling because she felt sooo bad
wrestler!abbyās main way of flirting is picking you up and throwing you over her shoulder
she likes that it makes you laugh (and she likes showing off)
wrestler!abby lovesssss it when you go to the gym with her
even if youāre just sitting there watching, she loves having you there
abby would never admit it, but seeing you at her matches really gets her going
she likes to think youāre her little good luck charm
wrestler!abbyās muscles are always sore so when you run her a bath or rub her shoulders ohhgdhshds
she could cry tears of happiness
most of the time she is super super hyperaware of how much stronger she is than the normal person
but she sometimes forgets how tall and strong she is around people she really trusts (i.e. you)
if itās just you guys around, personal space does not exist unfortunately
one time, she truly forgot how strong she is and slapped your arm really hard (playfully)(on accident) and you cried (for like two seconds)
she felt terrible i think the words āiām so sorryā left her mouth at least 25 times
she didnāt touch you for like an hour she was so scared of hurting you again :(((((( poor baby :(((((((
she really is just a giant teddy bear though :(((((
she lovesss standing next to you or holding your hand because sheās so much taller than you and her hand is so much bigger
(biggest size kink ever)(what who said that ??!!!!)
she would never say this out loud but she loves being babied sometimes!!!!!!
*her exes would expect her to be this super strong, super tough person all the time and it really sucked :((((
she loves to be little spoon and to be held and to be called ābabyā
wrestler!abby loves the idea of you being her cute little housewife
as much as she loves to be babied she is a provider to her core!!!!
she sees those tiktoks that are like āday in the life as a stay at home girlfriendā and sheās likeā¦.. yeah
speaking of being a provider ! wrestler!abbyās love language is 1000% gift giving
just imagine her coming home with the most random shit just because it reminded her of you
iām tearing up just thinking about it
she never ever lets you do anything by yourself when youāre at home
if she sees you struggling AT ALL !!! she is by your side in 2 seconds
she has like a 6th sense . if youāre struggling with anything sheās likeā¦ā¦. somethingās wrong
wrestler!abby is sooooofdjkjdhfs overprotective
holding your hand at parties and if youāre going out or putting her hand in your back pocket
every time someone approaches you at a party or at a club, she is staring them downnnn
checking their vibes and what not
now as much as she hates being super violent, more than once has she gotten into asā¦ altercation with a creepy guy at a party
