⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who's been pushing buttons and teasing you all day, distracting you from your usual work and giving snarky quips with a smug little grin.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who's touchier than usual when you two get to bed, leaning her head on your shoulder as you're sat up against the headboard reading, dragging and gently scraping her nails up the sensitive skin of your inner forearm.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose touch lingers before it trails, head moving to perch her chin on the flesh of your shoulder, mildly tense with everyday stress.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose slim, bony fingers move to your chest, squeezing at the swell of one of your breasts, index finger dragging over your clothed nipple to stimulate and get them to harden.
"how tired are you?"
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who bites on her grin when you set your book down, turning her head to kiss at your neck, tongue peeking past her lips to drag over your pulse point.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who's pleasantly surprised when your hand grabs at her wrist, straddling her lap as you grab her other wrist in the same hand, keeping her pinned when she decides to push farther.
"someone's feeling cocky."
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who (not so) subtly shifts to lay back against the pillows, allowing you to get a better hold on her while pretending to put up a fight in your grip.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who pushes the moan bubbling in her throat back down once she feels the leather of the handcuffs tighten around her wrists, feigning attention to your usual 'you wanna be a brat?' speech as blood rushes to her head, the familiar ache forming in her cunt when you grab her jaw.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose brain melts and seeps out of her ear when you start getting the slightest bit harsh with her, nodding stupidly at your mocking questions, barely hearing what she's agreeing with.
"look at that. all that acting up, only to go stupid as soon as i have you under me. you're pathetic, aren't you?" "mhm.." "you're gonna pay for your attitude earlier, yeah?" "yeah -- fuck -- babe, just touch me."
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who lifts her hips a little too easily when you tug at her boxers, spreading her legs quickly when you move to sit between them.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who can't help the breathy whine that flows from her vocal chords when you rub her inner thigh, hips jolting at the opportunity for contact.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who pushes the back of her head into the pillows beneath her, cursing when you spread her cunt open with two fingers, cooing about how wet she is as her legs spread farther heedlessly.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who gets worked up oh so quickly, pleading herself breathless for friction after a mere few minutes of teasing, pushing her hips as close as she can towards you.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose head is too fuzzy to notice you reaching for the bedside drawer, only paying mind to the vibrator once it's pressed against her and turned on, a sharp gasp escaping from her lips from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who thanks you until semantic satiation as her hips grind down against the toy against her clit, a plethora of lewd noises ripping themselves from her throat, the muscles in her thighs spasming and twitching.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who tugs on the bindings around her wrists as she draws closer to orgasm, the sensitivity from arousal working her up to her high rapidly.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who nearly sobs when you cut the vibrations short right as she was teetering the edge of release, hips still rutting against the now still toy before you even think about completely taking it away from her.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who pushes herself right over that edge quicker than you can realize what she's doing, thighs unable to close due to your body being wedged between them, back arching off the bed as blushing pink heat pulses through her bloodstream.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who laughs weakly when you retract the wand with a sharp snap of your wrist, giving another tug to the cuffs as her bratty trip starts up again, voice rough from whining while teasing you about your failed attempt at edging her.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who thinks she got off easy until the toy is back up against her a few seconds later, now parting through her labia to press directly on the most sensitive part of her clit, spreading her own arousal fluid with the motion.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie whose legs kick out desperately when you turn the vibe on and to the highest setting, trying to relive herself from the overstimulation.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who can barely manage any noises aside from broken moans, tears welling up and pricking the corners of her eyes.
⊹˚₊꒷ brat!ellie who learned it was better to just take the initial punishment after cumming for the fourth time consecutively, pleasure twisting into pain and morphing back into pleasure in a cycle that seemed to last all night.
can i just say… gamer!ellie playing something or another on her desktop when you crawl between her legs and pull her loose boxers down (and now, she’s gaming, obviously she isn’t wearing any pants). she’s so preoccupied with her game that she doesn’t even process what you’re doing, eyes glued to the screen. she finally notices when you part her thighs, blowing a cold gust of air on her exposed cunt. she’s already a little wet and you smile. “babe wh-” is all she can get out before you’re diving in, her slick salty-sweet against your tongue. she whimpers, dropping her hands to your hair and gently clenching two fistfuls of it. “no. play.” you tell her, bringing your fingers to her now sopping wet pussy, sliding into her velvety hole with two fingers. she chokes out this high, sweet sound, and shakily palms her mouse once again.
a/n: i kept seeing this one tweet, and i thought of ellie of course, so im gonna attempt to write something based on it because i need to read it but like feel free to take this scenario away from my hands, i literally do NOT know how to write, i am absolute SHIT at it, i was just too horny to not materialize the idea.
masochist sub!ellie / dom!reader but she's too soft hearted to be a rough dominatrix lol (she's actually me), she's getting used to it / early kink experimentation / stepping with heels, whatever the title says. trampling?, s/m.
it's late night. you're wearing your shiny black stilettos that you only wore on some dinner dates with ellie, but this time you're wearing them after she begged you to step on her because... she saw a tweet apparently?
"no but like, what if i hurt you or something?"
"duh, that's the whole point"
"ELLIE."
"okay, okay. i'll let you know if it's too much."
after you agree on a safe word, she's now lying down on the ground of your bedroom.
"you ready?"
"yeah", she breathes out.
with the first press of your heel on her shoulder, she hisses through her teeth. a breathy "fuuck" escapes her lips.
"does that feel good?"
she can manage to let out a small nod and a choked "yeah".
another small sound escapes her. lips parted, panting like a dog. you can't make out if that expression is from pain or pleasure. probably both. definitely both.
her hands are curling at her sides, eyes all glassy.
"harder."
you think for a moment. "ellie-"
"please. i can take it. i need it."
you end up pressing your heel a little deeper.
another moan, pressing her thighs together. the pain goes straight to her pussy apparently, you think to yourself.
god, you almost felt guilty for enjoying the view so much. your strong, pretty girl, squirming under your foot. yeah, you could get used to this actually.
you notice when she starts pushing her hips upwards unconsciously, and decide to play along.
"you can touch yourself, baby. my little pain slut. you're getting off to this huh? should've told me sooner".
her hand scrambles down into her boxers after your permission. pain mixes together with pleasure in her head, making her all dizzy and hazy, hips bucking up to meet her hand. it's audible how wet she is.
after a few quick circles on her already wet clit, she falls apart with a loud grunt, legs shaking.
after she comes down, you lift off your foot off to lie down next to her, and press a soft kiss on the red spot your heel left behind, that you will be putting lotion on after.
"you okay?", you check in on her as you're gently massaging the spot.
"yeah. yeah, fuck-", still trying to catch her breath.
"can we- ... can we do that again some time later?"
yeah, you'll definitely be putting her in a collar and a leash next time.
my take on sub!ellie ┆pic creds
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⌇i saw this picture & couldn't help myself
it doesn't matter how long you've known her, ellie is absolutely obsessed with you.
from the way your lips form around words as you speak, to the way your ass shifts while you walk—ugh, she cannot get enough of it. and, to top if all off, you're hers. somehow, amid everything she'd endured in this strenuous life, she managed to get you as a girlfriend.
she could never even begin to put into words how grateful she is for you—her best friend, her emergency contact, her lover. words would fall short; they always do. so, instead, she resorts to actions.
"please, baby," her voice teeters on the edge of a whimper. "y'won't regret it. promise"
your gaze flits down to where she's nestled her face between your knees. her hands creep around your thighs, gently pulling them apart. the lustful haze to her eyes is enough to convey all the dirty words that are indisputably circling through her mind. a condescending smirk grazes your lips. "so needy."
"mmh," ellie doesn't even deny it as she begins to press wet kisses to the inside of your bare thighs. her eyes never leave yours as she slowly inches higher up your soft skin. you keep your expression unchanged, unreadable.
"you're s'pretty like this." you tell her, reaching down to cast a hand through her soft auburn hair. she continues to ease her mouth higher up your thighs as you part your legs to allow her access. still, her viridescent eyes remain wide and glossy and entirely trained on yours. "on your knees for me."
ellie speaks her reply as though it were a penance for having sinned. her words rumble lightly against your skin as her lips remain brushing across it. "not a place in th'world i'd rather be."
Summary: Maria switches your patrol shift and your new partner who you thought hated you, maybe doesn’t hate you so much after all.
Warnings: smut with plot??, sub!ellie, loser!ellie, shy!ellie, doesntknowhowtotalktohotgirls!ellie, pussy eating, pussy slapping, teasing, edging?, begging, squirt alert 🚨, reader is a top!!!, reader is a player lowk, set in tlou universe, joel isn’t dead. Not proofread, sowwy. (If I miss any warnings lmk, I’m not used to this LOL)
18+ MINORS DNI.
A/n: this started as an old fic I scrapped awhile ago. I attempted to rework it but then I got horny and it turned into smut. Sorry if the pre-plot is boring I seem to struggle to dive in hahaha. I think this is my first time posting smut so if you hate it, don’t tell me LOL. Moots don’t look at me. I’m shy. Enjoy!!! MINORS DO NOT READ THIS OR ILL FIND YOU.
The blaring sound of your alarm clock jolts you awake. With a groan, you pry your eyes open and check the time: 5:45am. The sky is dark, letting little light in through your window. You sigh as your reach over to your bedside table, switching on the lamp. The light stings as you rub your eyelids, attempting to rid the sleep from them.
“Too fuckin early,” you mumble to yourself as you throw the blanket aside and swing your legs off of the side of the bed. To your dismay, Maria switched your patrol shifts from evenings to mornings, you weren’t sure why but it’s not like you could say no.
You quickly shower and finish getting ready for the day. As you shrug your denim jacket on you hear a soft knock on the front door of your cozy little cabin. You smirk a little to yourself, you knew exactly who it was.
Aurora smiles shyly as you open the door, “hey.” She’s holding a brown paper bag.
“What’re you doing up?” You smile as you raise a brow, “get in here, it’s fuckin’ freezing.” You wrap your arm around her and usher her into your warm cabin.
Aurora was newer in Jackson but so were you. You’d arrived a little over a year ago after losing your family to a horde of infected. Jesse and Ethan stumbled upon you while patrolling around an abandoned church you were shacked up in a couple hours outside of Jackson.
Aurora arrived in Jackson a couple months ago and started working at a tea stand that you’d stop at on your way to the stables on the days you worked. You eventually asked her to come over to watch a movie and you’d been hooking up ever since. Nothing official, she wasn’t out and definitely didn’t want to be so you tried to pass each other off as best friends in public.
“I made you lunch! And I wanted to walk you to the stables on your first day of your shift change.” She gleamed as you turned around and shut the door.
“Shit, that’s cute,” you chuckle as she hands you the brown paper bag, “are you sure you wanna walk me to the stables? That might look a little-.”
“Yes.” She interrupts you, “just…. We won’t hold hands.” She sounds a bit nervous, like you’d be disappointed.
And if you were being honest with yourself, you were. You get enough shit being one of very few openly gay people in Jackson, so having to hide any relationship you were in was hard.
“Yeah, yeah.” You shrug as you throw your backpack over your shoulder, “let’s get going. I’m gonna be late.” You open the door for Aurora and the two of you make your way to the stables.
“Morning.” You greet Micah, a stable worker sitting on a wooden stool outside the barn.
“Hey kid, Izzy’s all saddled up for ya in stall 3. Ellie got him ready.” He replies, his eyes still on the book he’s reading.
You stop in your tracks, “Ellie?” Your brows furrowed in confusion for a moment. Odd that Maria would pair you up with her, she was always assigned with Dina or sometimes Jesse.
Micah glances up from his book, “yeah? Your patrol partner?”
It’s not like anything happened between you and Ellie. You don’t even know the girl and you’d barely said more than five words to her since you got to Jackson. She seemed to always head the other direction if she saw you coming. You assumed she didn’t like you because of some weird masculine lesbian competition thing she’d made up in her head. And you’d decided that if she didn’t like you, you definitely didn’t like her.
“That’s odd.” Aurora said quietly as the two of you walked past Micah and into the stables.
“That is…. odd.” You agreed as your gaze fixed on Ellie in the distance who was adjusting Shimmer’s bridle.
“Did you ask Maria for this?” Aurora grumbled as she halted and turned towards you.
“No?” You spat, “what’re you tryna accuse me of? Just cause she’s another les-”
“No!” She cut you off, “I’m sorry. Just- have a good patrol okay? Be safe.” Her voice softened, and she reached her arms around you and pulled you into a hug.
You sigh, attempting to let go of your sudden frustration. “Thanks for lunch.” You hug her tightly.
Aurora forces a smile before walking in the other direction, leaving the barn.
You turn on your heels and continue walking toward Ellie who is at the very end of the barn.
“Morning.” She rasps without looking up from what she’s doing.
“Hey,” you greet her as you unlatch the stall Izzy is waiting in, “thanks for saddling him up.”
“No worries, was up early. Thought I’d help you out.” Ellie replies, she hasn’t looked at you yet.
You lead Izzy out of his stall and follow Ellie out of the barn towards the gates of Jackson. Tommy’s outside and hands you and Ellie your weapons and briefs you on the route you’re covering today.
You hop onto Izzy’s saddle, turning to look at Ellie who is finally looking at you.
“You wanna lead?” She asks.
“Nah, you got it. Never done this route.”
Ellie nods and her and Shimmer trot ahead of you.
The first hour of the ride was silent besides the sound of Shimmer and Izzy’s hooves on the ground.
You usually had a lot of fun on patrol. Well, you did with your former patrol partner, Luke. You’d spend your free time goofing off, having friendly competitions, seeing who could kill more infected. Ellie seemed more serious.
“Soooo.” You decide to finally break the silence, “how ya been, Ellie?” Seriously? What a shit ice breaker question. You roll your eyes at yourself.
“I’ve been fine.” She replies, you watch as Ellie shrugs her shoulders without turning her head to look back at you.
The silence returns for a moment.
“What about you? You liking Jackson?” She finally asks.
“Oh yeah, it’s been nice. Been working a lot.” You reply.
You see Ellie nod her head without saying anything. She seemed shy or maybe she was just really focused on doing her job. You really couldn’t put your finger on it.
Silence returns and you decide to focus on the scenery around you. It’s early September and the air is crisp. Sunlight gently sifted through the leaves painted in hues of orange and yellow, while the fallen leaves crunched beneath Izzy and Shimmer’s hooves.
After another hour you approached the first lookout point.
The two of you hop off of your horses outside the decaying two story building. You couldn’t make out what it used to be, the first level had been completely ransacked.
“Over here.” Ellie called out to you as she approached a large metal filing cabinet, “gimmie a hand.”
You walk over and help her move the cabinet aside revealing a small hole in the wall with a ladder on the other side. Ellie goes through and up the ladder first, you follow closely behind.
As you step off of the ladder you watch as Ellie looks out across the landscape through her binoculars out a window missing its glass. You approach behind her.
“Looks all clear from here.” She mumbles, holding her binoculars out to you.
You take the binoculars from her “Agreed.” You say as you scan across the landscape.
“I’ll sign us in the log book.”
Back on your horses Ellie is ahead of you, the next lookout about an hour away. Sick of the silence you urge Izzy forward and position you and Izzy to walk alongside Shimmer and Ellie.
You sigh, almost frustrated with being stuck with such a boring patrol partner.
“Do you know why Maria switched me to mornings?” You knew Ellie was close with Maria, she had to know.
Ellie’s gaze was fixed forward but you watched as a soft blush crept on her cheeks. “No,” she shook her head.
You let out another sigh, “are you always this quiet?”
“No.”
“Are you only this quiet with me?”
Ellie was silent for a moment as you stare at her, attempting to get a read on her expression, but you can’t.
You were struggling to understand what was wrong with you. You’d watched Ellie from afar at the Tipsy Bison. She seemed lively enough, laughing and drinking with her friends. What was wrong with you?
“I feel like you don’t like me.” You decided to confront her.
Ellie’s brows furrowed as her gaze turned to you, “that’s not true.”
“Then why are you so quiet around me?”
Ellie shrugs in response as her head turns forward.
You roll your eyes, “I scare you or somethin?”
Ellie scoffs, “fuck no,” her cheeks are red and she almost chuckles. This is the closest to a smile you’d seen from her all day.
You let out a drawn out sigh as your gaze moves forward.
You and Ellie arrive at the next lookout, and tie up Izzy and Shimmer in the front room of a large warehouse. The two of you enter the warehouse and immediately get to work clearing the building. You take out a couple runners together before reaching the upstairs office and the large lookout window.
Ellie takes out her binoculars and begins scanning across the landscape. “Shit.” You hear her whisper as you sign in the logbook.
“What?” You ask as you finish writing Ellie’s name.
“Horde.”
“What?” You spit as you approach behind her, she hands you the binoculars and you hold them up to your eyes.
You see a horde of about 100 infected in the distance, it looks like they’re coming towards the warehouse, though there is enough distance for them to possibly change course.
“You think they’ll pass or change directions?” You ask Ellie.
“I don’t know. Should probably hole up here for the night though. Hopefully they’ll just pass.”
You look at the Sun to estimate the time. It looks to be about 4:00pm, your shift would be ending in about 3 hours, if it wasn’t for this horde.
You take off your backpack and set it on the ground. “I’ll go secure the horses.” You announce to Ellie before walking out of the office and down to ensure that infected can’t make it into the room Izzy and Shimmer are in.
As you walk back into the office you see Ellie sitting against a wall on the ground, the last bite of a sandwich in her hand. A strand of her auburn hair hangs lazily in front of her face.
“You got enough food til morning?” She mumbles, food still in her mouth.
“I’m good,” you sit down next to her and take out the brown paper bag Aurora gave you that morning, “saved some food from lunch.”
Ellie nods her head as her eyes fix to the ground. She takes the last bite of her sandwich.
“She your girlfriend?” Ellie asks quietly.
Her question shocks you. I mean, it shouldn’t. You don’t know what it’d be like to be a lesbian in a non-post apocalyptic world but you’d imagine you would talk about girls with other lesbians, right? The same way boys talk about girls with other boys and girls talk about boys with other girls. Right?
You shove your hands into the pockets of your oversized denim jacket.
“Nah, she’s straight.” You reply.
“You sure?” Ellie chuckles.
She’s chuckling now?
You laugh.
“Why? Tryna steal my girl?” You raise a teasing brow.
“So she’s your girl?” Ellie shoots back.
“No!”
“You just said!” She teases.
“Why do you care?” You furrow your brows, a smile still across your face.
Ellie’s cheeks go red again under her freckles, she looks away from you as she chuckles nervously; attempting to conceal her rosy cheeks.
“I don’t.” She mutters.
“Sounds like you do.” You lean in and nudge her shoulder with yours. She scoffs.
The room went silent for a moment as the air seemingly goes thick with a type of tension you can’t quite put your finger on.
“Aurora isn’t my girl. We just hook up sometimes.” You finally admit as you rest your head on the wall behind you.
Ellie doesn’t reply for a moment, her gaze still fixed in the direction away from you.
“Does she even know what she’s doing?” Ellie mumbles but you barely hear her.
“Huh?” You respond as you look at her, truly not having heard what she said.
She turns her face towards you, “does she even know what she’s doing?” Ellie repeats herself.
Confused, your brows furrow slightly. “What do you mean?”
Ellie smirks, she seems to have found a sliver of confidence somewhere in this office. She looks into your eyes, you notice hers look a darker shade of green than they were earlier in the morning. You glanced at her chest, her breaths drawing deeper and more frequent.
“Does she know what to do to you?”
It finally clicked.
Your mouth falls open and your brows raise slightly in surprise. You turn your body slightly towards her, leaning your face in towards hers.
“Why? Do you think you do?” You ask, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.
Her gaze fixes on your lips as hers part slightly.
“Yeah, I do.” She whispers, her darkened green eyes now meeting yours.
“Oh, yeah?” You whisper smugly.
“Mmm,” Ellie nods, her eyes returning to your lips as she licks her own, leaning towards you “yeah,” she rasps lowly.
And that was it. You grab her face with both of your hands and pull her lips to yours. Her lips were soft but slightly chapped. Her hands tugged at your hoodie, bringing you closer. The kisses were desperate and sloppy as you both fought for dominance. You move onto your knees as you take off your jacket, her lips not leaving yours.
Ellie’s hands reach under your hoodie as she caresses your waist, tugging at the top of your jeans. You pull back from her lips abruptly, you look down at her from the position on your knees, a smirk painted across your lips. “Nuh uh. Me first.” You whisper as you push her chest to fully lay her back.
You position yourself to the right of her, leaning down and kiss up her neck to her ear. “How long have you wanted this?” You whisper as your right hand works to unbutton her jeans.
“So long.” She replies, barely above a whisper, her eyes closed in pleasure.
You let out a sharp breathy laugh as you your lips move to the other side of her neck. Your hand finding its way into her boxers, lightly caressing over her pussy. “So wet already.” You tease.
Ellie moans, one of her arms grasping onto you.
“Please,” she whispers.
You kiss up her neck slowly, “this why you made Maria switch me to your shift?” You whisper in her other ear as you apply the slightest amount of pressure over her clit. “Needed me to fuck you, huh?” You look up at Ellie, the familiar blush returning to her cheeks as she looks down at you.
“Fuck you.” She teases in response.
You release the pressure from her clit.
“No-please.” Her hand moves towards yours, urging to reapply contact but you lean back and grab her wrist with your free hand, pinning it down.
“Don’t lie.” You smirk before you continue kissing her neck as you slowly caress up and down her slit, spreading her wet slick all over her aching cunt. She bucks her hips up but you move your hand away, teasing her.
“Needed me to fuck you?” You repeat yourself
Ellie squirms under you. “Yeah, okay?.” She groans.
You hover your palm over her pussy as you watch her squirm.
“Please.” She tightens her shut eyelids, her hips bucking again towards your hand.
You lean down so that your lips gently brush over her ear. “Please what?” You whisper.
“Please, I need you to-” she stutters as a sharp exhale interrupts her.
“To what?” You pull your face back to look at her, one of your fingers now circling her clit refusing to apply pressure on her throbbing nub.
Ellie bucks her hips upwards and your hand pulls back once more.
“I need you to fuck me.” She whispers, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hips still involuntarily bucking slowly up and down. Begging for relief.
“So needy.” You chuckle before kissing her lips.
“Take this shit off.” You demand, pulling at the waistband of her boxers. She lifts her bottom half up as you help her pull off her jeans and boxers.
You reposition yourself between her legs placing one over your shoulder as you lay on your stomach. You reach up her hoodie, taking one of her tits into your grasp as you begin kitten licking at her clit, slowly inserting two fingers into her sopping pussy.
“Nnggghh fuck.” Ellie groans.
You begin slowly pumping your fingers in and out of her cunt as your tongue rolls over her ball of nerves.
Ellie’s now up on her elbows watching you fuck her. Her lips parted ever so slightly, her brows knitted together in pleasure.
“Holy fffffuck” she whispers as you begin to pump your fingers faster into her.
Your mouth leaves her clit just for a moment and she repositions her leg off of your shoulder as her right hand grips the back of your head, forcing your mouth back to her pussy.
“Don’t fucking stop.” She grits.
You moan against her clit, as Ellie falls back fully, her back now arching.
You insert a third finger and begin pumping even faster. Ellie groans as your free hand applies pressure to her lower abdomen.
“You could’ve just asked if you needed this that badly.” You tease as you pull your mouth back slightly from her clit.
“Shut up.” Ellie manages to choke out in response.
“Mmm. You gonna come? Just for me?” You ask, teasing. You couldn’t believe the sight in front of you.
“Mhm.” Ellie’s eyes are screwed shut in pleasure.
“I’ve got you all fucked out and you’re gonna come, just for me.” You’re demanding now as you pull your face back to take in the image of Ellie in front of you.
“Shut the fuck up.” Ellie rasps, smiling as she grabs the back of your head with her right hand again, forcing your mouth back to her pussy. You curl your fingers and quicken your pace as you suck on her clit.
“Oh f—oh my god.” Both of her hands are now gripped in your hair as the knot in her abdomen tightens, on the verge of release.
“I’m gonn— oh fuck— I’m fuckin cummi -.” Ellie moans as she throws her head back.
You feel a squirting sensation against your lips and hand along with the squelching sound of your fingers going in and out of her soaking pussy.
Moving backwards onto your knees, taking your fingers out from her sopping hole, you begin slapping at her wet pussy.
“Fuuuuuck.” You drawl as you slap her cunt a couple more times, her juices spattering up your arm before you slowly come to a stop.
You keep your palm over her pussy as your eyes flick to her face. Ellie’s head is laid back and her eyes are closed. You watch her chest heave up and down from exhaustion.
“You okay?” You ask.
Ellie nods in response as your hand retreats and you wipe her cum on the thigh of your jeans.
“Where the fuck did you-“ Ellie speaks softly, her breath shaky.
You look at her curiously as you watch her shake her head to compose her thoughts.
She takes a moment to catch her breath.
“Where did you learn how to do all that?” She chuckles in between breaths.
You shrug and move to lay down next to her. “I guess I’ve had enough practice to know what I’m doing.”
The room is now dark, the sun almost completely set. You hear Ellie pull up her jeans as you stare up at the ceiling. Her face suddenly comes into your view as she leans over you, her hand moves under your hoodie, resting at the waistband of your jeans.
✩ I haven't been able to get loser!ellie out of my head so...here we go. I love that this is basically the same thing as canon!ellie. Slutty thoughts at the end so mdni (18+) ✩
✩ I don't think she would be the first to make a move. She would do little, very subtle things like hold the door open for you and then panic because oh no that was too much! You're going to know!
✩ She would think she's being obvious, and she is, but not for the reasons she believes. Let's just say her brushing her hand against yours is not nearly as obvious as the way she follows you around and the way your smile makes her face turn red all the way to her ears.
✩ Speaking of her following your around, she is so unintentionally clingy, even before you get together. You would get up to go to the bathroom and when she realizes where you're going, she tries to play it off like she wasn't about to trail after you. When you bring it up to her, she's genuinely confused because no, she is not following you around on purpose. She would never do that.
✩ It would take her forever to realize you're into her, but when she finally picks up on it, that confirmation gives her confidence. She wouldn't be as afraid to make her feelings more apparent.
✩ Has such terrible rizz that it somehow comes full circle and makes her even more charming.
✩ She LOVES bossy, confident women. Ellie is not afraid to ask for what she wants, and she is definitely not the type of girl that would have you ask the waitress questions for her. But there's something about a woman that could put her in her place that she loves.
✩ At first, Ellie is always rubbing the back of her neck or playing with her fingers when she talks to you. She doesn't want to look like a dork, but she can't help it because you make her so nervous.
✩ She's literally the definition of a golden retriever masc. She's got the beat-up truck (that's actually Joel’s, but you don't have to know that), an outrageous amount of flannels, and carabiners to provide it.
✩ When she gets really excited about something, her brain moves faster than her mouth. She'll fumble her words and stutter. She gets really annoyed when this happens and has to take a deep breath and start over.
✩ She loves to rant about her interests to you. Don't you dare seem like you're not listening because she'll get really quiet and upset.
✩ I could see her having issues with being treated like "the man" in past relationships. It confuses her at first because she wants to protect her partner and care for them, but she also wants to feel that same love and desire toward her. She would be so drawn to you if you don't treat her any differently because of the way she dresses or presents herself. Obviously, she presents as more masculine, but she still wants to be treated like a woman.
✩ She has sooo many playlists. There are some about you of course but she also has some that are so highly specific. When you go on your first date, she has a playlist for picking you up and two different ones for dropping your off, depending on how it went. She definitely has the classic "depressed gay longing" playlist.
✩ She has exactly two pictures on her Instagram. One is her and Joel on his birthday and the other is a selfie she uses as her profile pic for everything.
✩ When you follow her back on Instagram, she loses her shit and starts fantasizing about what it would be like to be with you. She's screenshotting every selfie you put on your story and thinking about them in ways that are not very appropriate.
✩ She's the queen of "this reminded me of you" and will bring you literal rocks because "it looks like the whale from the aquarium we saw last week." Whether it's modern!ellie buying you little trinkets or jackson!ellie bringing you things from her patrols, she loves seeing you in all parts of her life. Even if you're not physically there with her.
✩ I love the pages of her journal we get to see in the game because they show us peeks at her internal monologue. They show us she is still very much the eccentric, starry-eyed girl we see in the first game. She's learned to hide it. Maybe to fit in or maybe because she's learned that wearing your heart on your sleeve can hurt. It's literally canon that she writes about her romantic feelings in her journal, so I think she would have little drawings and blurbs about you. She for sure has a stupid grin on her freckled face as she draws the highlights of your eyes and maybe even the dip of your hips. It's the only way she can think of to get you out of her head.
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✩ She's an ass girl. She loves every part of you and will literally kiss your eyelashes if you let her, but she has to physically hold herself back when you bend over.
✩ I can't think of who posted it, but I remember reading something about Ellie fake fucking you when you're bent over and she would totally do that at the absolute worst times. You'd swat her away and look at her with a raised eyebrow, but there's no stopping her because she thinks it's the funniest thing ever.
✩ The first time you kiss is an out-of-body experience for her. She's panicking because she didn't think she'd ever get this far. She wants to touch you but she doesn't know where or what you would like, so her arms are stuck at her sides. She's 🧍until you grab her hands and move them to your waist.
✩ Has a huge obsession with your neck. Loves to leave marks if you'll let her. Will come up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist while leaving wet kisses all down your neck.
✩ I could see her wanting to be both the big and little spoon. It depends on the day and the context. When she's the big spoon she'll jokingly hug you so tight you can barely breathe and wrap all of her limbs around you like she's trying to suffocate you. When she's the little spoon, she likes it when you play with her hair.
✩ Is an absolute slut for you playing with her hair. She's an insomniac and it helps her fall asleep. When you're arm gets tired and you want to stop, she'll whine and pull your hands back to her head.
✩ She would be more comfortable topping and doesn't want to admit that she likes to bottom just as much. She's a service top that would do anything to make you feel good.
✩ Girly is so shy when she bottoms. She'll get all blushy and tries to cover her face with her hands/arms. She loves it, but it feels so foreign to her to have someone's sole focus be on her.
✩ Loves eye contact, especially when your mouth is on her. If you look up at her from between her legs while giving her head, she has trouble thinking straight.
✩ Likes it when you pull her hair during sex and will groan for you to pull harder. Just move her wherever you want her because she thinks it's the hottest thing ever.
✩ I think she'd use a strap if you wanted her to, but it's not her instinct to grab for that. She rather you come apart on her fingers or mouth.
✩ If you wanted to use a strap on her, I think she would let you, but again, it's not something she would ask for. To Ellie, It would be more about pleasing you than her.
✩ Absolutely passes tf out after sex. She always tries to stay awake, but as soon as both of you are cleaned up, she's dozing off and letting out cute little snores.
✩ In summary, Ellie is the switchiest switch to ever exist and I will be taking no criticism on this
thinking about scissoring with sub!ellie but letting her be in control, the way she would grab at you wherever she could to try and bring your body impossibly closer. the way she would whimper and her cheeks would get pink listening to the wet sound of her pussy grinding on yours. asking her if it feels good knowing she’d be so overwhelmed with all of it that she wouldn’t be able to give you more than a “mhm” or a “s’good” in response. she’d cum fast but keep rutting against you anyway, not wanting it to end until you’d both finished multiple times, tears building in the corners of her eyes because her clit is so overstimulated and sensitive but it feels too good to stop.
