#ellie x reader

[blessedbybladee]

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dom!gp!ellie x sub!fem!reader

cw: throatfucking, cum eating, ellie’s kinda whiny, gagging/choking, bound wrists

wc: 681

i haven’t written a smut fic in literal years bye i hope this is okay

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a sweet girl you are, and a very good girl at that. it’s one of the main reasons why ellie loves you so much. you like to follow all the rules. you like to people please.

and you especially like getting on your knees and taking ellie’s 6 inch cock down your throat.

you’ve been down here for what feels like hours, knees aching and bruised with a bright red hue, swallowing each time she shoots another load down your throat.

she groans at the sight of your fucked out expression; a faint sight of remaining cum on your tongue, brows pulled together, and half-lidded doe eyes staring right back up at her. you’re in nothing but a white, lace bralette and baby pink cotton panties. your wrists are bound behind your back.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty baby.” a hand caresses your hair and she taps her wood against the corner of your mouth and cheek a couple times. “ellie-“ you whine and close your eyes before ellie shoves her cock back into your mouth, pushing and pulling your head against the already quick rhythm of her hips.

“fuckin’ love your mouth so much, angel. but you love my cock more, don’t you?” your eyes shoot back open and you nod and whine in agreement against the pace of her cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

the whine you let out makes you gag while in turn makes ellie chuckle cruelly. “god you’re such a slut. love you so fuckin’ much.” a tear slips down your cheek as you struggle to breath.

but you want to please ellie, don’t you? so you move your head with the fast pace of her guiding hands and force yourself to relax your throat more. the ability for ellie to push her dick even further down her throat makes her choke out a moan.

you moan in turn at the sound and never break eye contact with her. you can tell she’s getting close by the way her breathing suddenly goes ragged and uneven. she suddenly whines and her abs contract. “fuck baby i’m so close- you’re doing so fucking good, oh my god.” she chokes out before she smushes your nose against her pelvis and uses your mouth like it’s a toy.

she grinds her hips into you faster than before, desperate to ruin the insides of your warm mouth. the wet sounds of your constant choking and gagging clashing with ellie’s moaning and whining is overstimulating in the best way.

your pussy’s throbbing and dripping onto the spot under you, aching for relief. you grind your thighs together and bounce against your heels, seeking a release.

“oh my god-“ she frantically breathes, “fuck baby, please!” it takes two more quick thrusts before she loudly whines your name as her cock twitches and sporadically shoots globs of hot cum into your mouth. you moan at the taste of her.

she rides out her high by slowly fucking back into your mouth and her cock can’t fucking stop twitching. you’re forced to swallow a lost-count amount of times before she pulls out of you.

she takes a second to admire her beautiful girl. “show me you swallowed, angel.” her tone soft but commanding while she gently rubs the areas of your hair she harshly tugged at. her cock rests against your cheek as you lay out your pink tongue, covered in a sheer coat of her cum for her viewing. “my good girl.” she praises.

ellie takes note of your thighs shyly rubbing together. she tuts and her words are mockingly condescending. “aw baby,” she pushes away the baby hairs stuck to your damp forehead. “do you wanna cum?” you nod eagerly at her and nearly sob at the thought of her pounding into you.

ellie’s highly amused by your avidness. she leans down to press you a prolonged, open-mouthed kiss. her hands reach behind you to untie your bound wrists and pulls away to raspily whisper in your ear. “get on the bed, baby.”

[elliesspacewalker]

*Thighjob with Ellie in front of a mirror WHAAAT who said that

(Pretty pretty please )

Okay, okay, I’ve kept you long enough

Warnings: Trans!Ellie, smut, thighjob in a mirror, teasing, degradation.

You’re looking at the mirror as Ellie’s hard cock, goes up and down slowly, fuck she’s adorable and fucking submissive isn’t she?

“oh, fuck” she whimpers out, “hmm?” you reply, she looks at you with pleading eyes, you know she wants to go faster.

“go ahead” you roll your eyes sarcastically and she fucks your thighs harder, pre-cum already dripping out the tip of her cock. You giggle, “look in the mirror baby” you demand.

Ellie is shy, we all know this, she’s hesitant at first. “what, you don’t wanna see how much of a needy slut you’re being right now baby?” she groans loudly “c’mon make mama happy” she looks at herself in the mirror as she fucks your thighs.

Your bed is practically shaking with how hard she’s fucking your thighs, she moans out “baby… lemme” you squeeze your thighs together harder because you know she can’t last for shit and you don’t want her to, you wanna be able to tease her about it later.

Ellie’s moans in pleasure after you squeeze your thighs together which makes Ellie look away from the mirror and she puts her hand firm on your thigh trying to pull your thighs apart

“nuh-uh” you say “baby, please oh fuck-“ she moans as she cums hard, the cum is dripping down your thigh and all down her dick. You make her look at herself in the mirror one more time.

“you really can’t last for shit can you?” you tease, “yeah, because you fucken-“ you give her a look “you make it hard for me not to”

“ha, hard, like you were for what? three minutes? even two?” you look at her dick going soft and she gets shy, “fuck off” she half jokingly says as she moves to get a towel to clean you up “you love it” she smiled, she looks at you “maybe I do, maybe I don’t” she gives you a soft kiss and you praise her once again “did so well for me baby”

My sincere apologies if this is shit, I haven’t written in ages.

[isaellie]

꒰ 𝑩𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒﹒⟢⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀“ take one ,,

DIRECTOR!ELLIE 𝔁 SCREENWRITER!READER as your imagination starts to soar and you piece together your newest upcoming film, you take a deep dive into finding someone who can bring your idea to life. or: the start of ellie williams’ directing career.

smau & blurb #1 of my filmschool collection ! ⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ strangers to friends to lovers to exes

You sigh, shifting around in your desk chair before you push all of your items away from you on your desk. Your paper, your laptop, your pens and highlighters—all of it.

You needed a break.

A real, non-negotiable, stress-free, sit and think about nothing break.

And so, you push yourself from your desk and find yourself exiting your small studio apartment—not before stuffing a small notebook and pen in your bag, just incase.

Your inspiration comes in waves akin to how the tide does the shore—it starts off slow, then builds and builds until you eventually reach a point of fading. Despite all of this, it leaves an indent. The idea stays with you forever, no matter the time and no matter the scarcity of plot. You see all of your ideas as fragments; worlds that you can hop into when you feel a pang of creativity smack you in the face.

Unfortunately for you, this means your brain has short-circuited and overloaded with the sheer volume of ideas and plotlines being thrown at you.

One project has nestled its way into your mind, one you label “Project Summer,” because that’s the feeling that encapsulates it all. Summer. Fleeting, and yet endearingly inspiring. Memories. Nostalgia. If someone were to rip a piece of summer-camp memories and slam it onto a small-town mystery with a tinge of teenage yearning, that’s what Project Summer is to you.

Needless to say, as the idea starts to wrap itself up and you get lost into the endless pile of drafts and manuscripts, it’s been causing you a lot more stress than needed. Typical.

And so, you push open the doors to your favorite cafe just to the side of campus, the bell jingling atop your head. You knew the owner—nothing more than mutual greetings, though—so it was always a comfort space for you here. The ambience was calming, and plus it was usually quiet, as quiet as a city like Seattle can be.

And, also, because the owner had a cat that practically lived at the cafe and was forced to be obsessed with you—small things, really.

You reiterate your order like you’ve done a million times before, finding purchase in your regular seat that faced the door and was directly next to the window, allowing you to look out onto the busy street.

You grab your small notebook from your bag, mindlessly scribbling until some words begin to form. Because, while writing was also your enemy right now, it still provided you with the comfort you’ve always needed. It was on outlook—a cruel, cruel, outlook that was always there.

Sipping your drink, you empty your head for the following moments, mind slowing down a fragment. You almost get lost in it— in the almost intelligible pen smears, adorned with doodles in the margins.

An abrupt buzzing pulls you from your own state.

A smile graces your features, giddiness building as you bask in your recognition. You didn’t need people to validate your writing; you knew you had ideas that could be turned into something great—but it still felt amazing either way; to have people like and comment under an excerpt of your screenplay.

You click on the notifications, Instagram buffering before displaying the profile of who had reached out to you.

Well—you’ve never seen the girl before on campus. You shame yourself, for if you were to have seen this girl even in a passing glance, you’re pretty fucking sure you would’ve remembered.

All of a sudden, all that time detoxifying yourself from the jail of your brain is suddenly proved yourself, as the realization dawns on you that the mere words on paper are actually going to have to come together at some point. And if stars align, all thanks to the help from this Ellie.

In other words: fuck.

A loud sigh reverberates through your chest, cutting through the soft music that filled the cafe. You draw your lips in in awkwardness before braving answering a simple message about school. Breathebreathebreathe.

Your brain completely blanks as you try to formulate a response, fingers mindlessly pressing keys before smashing the backspace button in hopelessness.

The bell by the door rings yet again—and yet you cannot pull yourself from the keyboard. You end up with something tangible (read: something that doesn’t make you sound like a total weirdo), and read it once before sending it.

No, no. Ugh, shit, you sound like an idiot.

You want to crawl down until the table, dig a hole; and live there for.. forever. Until some force pulls you out and tells you everyone has forgotten your name.

Before you can act on your thoughts, two sharp rings echo throughout the cafe. You hear a small mumble, low enough to not be heard but sharp enough to recognize the cuss.

You pull your head up, and you’re met with a girl at the ordering counter pulling her phone out of her jean pocket.

And fuck, now that you’ve seen Ellie in person—you would’ve definitely remembered her face.

── ⟡ ˙ 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 ̟ ⊹ ofc it starts in a coffee shop these lesbians ugh!! im excited i’m excited,, i have a big ending for these two muahaha 😼 and readers such an idiot and so awkward she is literally how i feel on the inside i love her! also sort of kind a cliffhanger… they dont actually interact i’m SORRY i ahve to set the scene. and its also insanely short but its an INTRO and next part will certainly be fuller 😢😢 it makes sense in my head i swear. i’m going to bed now though :( my body hurts and i want a massage preferably from el— woah did you guys see that. what was that.

── ⟡ ˙ 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 ̟ ⊹ @starduszt @thechocodoll @elliexbuckets @hersuniverse @m0on1ight1 @merquriie @sweetestkittenishgirl ── ⟡ ˙ 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 ̟ ⊹(just comment!) @darlingofthecrypt @satellitespinner @letmebeurbaby @girl-so-gay

[illusioniki]

older!reader taking shots with younger!ellie… the experience gap becoming obvious on their faces as they knock back more and more cups..

flushed drunk ellie oh my goddd

[satellitespinner]

IZZIE’S WIPS .ᐟ

lmk if any of these spark your interest ! ive been meaning to narrow this list down..

Ephemerally, yours. (Series)

bbf!ellie x reader, summer romance, fluff, angst, smut.

.𖥔˚ a flight back home, a stolen diary, and your brothers best friend. Suddenly your once unattainable dreams of finding ‘the one’ don’t seem so far away…until they’re ripped right out from underneath you. The summer between freshman and sophomore year, a time usually spent drinking and pretending to find yourself in the midst of college chaos. But not for you, for you it’s spent in a chase that you weren’t sure you signed up for — with a costar that you’re not positive you can stand. A harsh fling, a loud bang, and hearts being ripped from chests alike. You were so heavenly screwed, they didn’t tell you how to deal with this dilemma in when harry met sally.

Homeshaped. (Oneshot)

strangers-to-lovers, canon au, dual-pov fluff, angst.

.𖥔˚ When an estranged woman shows up at your door, battered, traumatized, and claiming to be the previous tenant, you sprint into action. But a friendly helping hand soon shifts into more when you realize that you enjoy her company more than you enjoyed solitude. Soon, this strange woman turns into a friend, and possibly more.

Wishful thinking (oneshot)

Fiancée!ellie x reader, sick!fic, character death, angst, fluff, smut

.𖥔˚ you and your fiancée rush to beat the clock when the life that you’ve built is drastically ruptured by an unexpected diagnosis. But worst does come to worst, and soon all your left with is wishful thinking and a bucket list.

Someone new. (Oneshot)

Strangers-lovers-exes, smut, fluff, angst, gf!ellie, forced proximity, cheating, no happy ending.

.𖥔˚ you’re a working class woman, forty hours a week, no complaints. So when your boss pulls you aside and shoves a newbie into your hands, you begrudgingly comply. But what happens when she goes from a trainee to a friend? And even farther than that? What happens when a relationship blossoms and you have to figure out how to balance love and live within the same four walls? What happens when the image she painted begins to crack, when there’s someone new?

Untitled (oneshot)

Jailbird!ellie x runaway!reader, religious themes, dark content (age gap, mentions of cannibalism), smut, angst, fluff.

.𖥔˚ after being heinously exiled by your deeply religious family, you resort to hitchhiking to get you away from your past, where you meet Ellie, a newly free-d felon who’s more than willing to help you get away. But all is not as it seems when she reveals that she needs a favour from you in return.

Untitled (series)

Exes-to-something, winter fic, four parter, ex gf!ellie, second chance romance, smut, fluff, angst.

.𖥔˚ you thought you had escaped your shit hole small town after high school and all the drama surrounding it. But when tragedy strikes, you’re forced back into Jackson hole. Back into everything you swore you had forgotten in the last few years. Back into her house, her arms, and eventually, her life.

Untitled 2 (series)

Childhood best friends to no contact to lovers, author!reader, childhoodbsf!ellie, timeskips, dual-pov, fluff, smut, minimal angst.

.𖥔˚ You’ve spent your whole life searching for a purpose. After being thrown into foster care as a rebellious pre-teen, and then being ripped away from the life built for you just a few years later, you had been desperate for something. Fast forward to now, you’re a debut author with a healthy mindset and a steady income. But your world is flipped upside down when a certain someone shows up to your first book signing with a bouquet of flowers and a charming grin.

BETTING ON YOU—BITTER/SWEET. (Smau)

Soccer player!ellie x baker!reader, dual pov, fluff, angst.

.𖥔˚ your years of moping and wishing on lucky stars for love have seemingly come to an end when someone you thought to be only a mere acquaintance shows sudden interest in you. it’s everything you want it to be, she’s everything you could ever ask for. but once the lines start to blur, and mouths begin to move, you begin to question: — is it all real?

Untitled 3 (series + smau)

TA!ellie x student!reader, power dynamics, smut, angst, small age gap, series and texts, readers pov.

.𖥔˚ you made a grave mistake getting involved with your TA. You couldn’t resist the auburn locks and the green eyes still full of hope. One time turns into three, which turns into late night phone calls, and soon it begins hard to decipher what is love and what is lust.

ROOMMATE!ELLABS (smau + written)

Emt!ellie, firefighter!abby, roommate!au, no storyline, sexting, fluff, no angst, crack!fic

.𖥔˚ chronicles of you and your silly roommates. (Who are hot)

[elliessmile]

Feeling a little uninspired. Send me some prompts and I'll write a ellie x reader blurb for you? Thank you ♡♡♡

[blessedbybladee]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. SIDE BY SIDE

“If I’m going out this life you know that i’m gonna love you, gonna-gonna love you. Me and my baby going side by side.”

bff!ellie x bff!reader

cw: fluff, slight angst?, ellie loves reader but feels selfish and is in denial abt it :c, crying, hugging, cuddling, they kiss, one use of y/n sryyyy, they live tg

wc: 1.2K

this is so fucking ass n im so fucking sleepy

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ellie frantically sits up, feet kicking the blanket as she does so. her hands are posted behind her, helping her sit up. she’s breathless. she’s sweating.

she had another nightmare, one that entailed you getting ripped apart by a bunch of clickers. she has no idea why these nightmares started happening. perhaps it’s because she’s in denial of her feelings for you, and it terrifies her that she’s able to lose you just like she did riley. but she’s not fully ready to admit that to the universe, because then that means it’s real.

the first time she truly acknowledged the fact she might love like you is when a stalker came out of nowhere on a patrol you did together a couple weeks back, and it pounced on your back.

she shot the fucker in the head immediately after hearing you scream. the clicker fell to the ground with a screech, and then it was ellie that was all over you in seconds.

she asked you if you were bit, if you were okay. all while her hands were absentmindedly on your face and shoulders to ground herself. because truthfully, there was no way in hell you were more frightened of losing your life than she was. when she realized that, that’s when she started pushing it down and praying that you wouldn’t be another riley in her life.

because she wanted you for life.

since the nightmares started happening, some nights she’d jolt awake in a cold sweat, a sudden gasp escaping her. she was thankful for those nights. other nights she’d wake up screaming which led to you running into her room and cuddling her back to sleep, whispering sweet nothings into her hair.

she felt guilty of her feelings. she felt selfish. you’re so precious and she’s too damaged. you shouldn’t be with someone like her. but you make it so hard for her to suppress her feelings.

especially on nights like these, where you so happen to hear her whimpers and cries through the thin walls of your shared home. you have no problem comforting ellie so late at night, in fact you like it because it gives you an excuse to sleep next to her.

maybe that’s a little selfish to think but hey! you would think the same thing.

your socked feet pad over to her room door and you gently knock twice. “ellie? i’m coming in okay?” you say softly.

you’ve seen her cry many times now, but each time crushes your heart more and more.

she’s hunched over, sitting crisscrossed with her face in her hands. she looks up at the sweet sound of your voice to see you walking over to her bed. her voice cracks when she says your name.

you open your arms to her before you even sit down on the edge of the bed next to her. “c’mere baby.” you say softly before she quickly pulls you into her arms and her wet cheeks soak your neck.

a hand caresses her head and the other soothing her back, rubbing in circles. “you’re okay baby, you’re okay.”

her arms are tightly secured around your waist as she sobs. she barely manages to choke out her words. “i h-hate having these nightmares. i’m sorry i keep- hiccup i keep waking you up.”

“there’s no need to feel sorry, ellie. you’re my best friend, i love you more than anything.”

best friend and i love you in the same sentence? yea, she definitely sobs harder at that. why can’t she also just see you as a best friend that she loves?

she knows if she says something right now, she’ll only destroy the one good constant in her life. “i think i’m in love with you.” is what she wants to say. her heart is begging her to just say it. she’s fucking with her own mental health by not saying it just to protect the both of you.

so she stays quiet and makes room for you next to her.

her cries have softened a little bit ago and you’re both staring at the ceiling, hands being held under the shared blanket. “ellie.” “hm?”

“why won’t you tell me what your nightmares are about?” your head turns to look at her.

she gulps and contemplates her next choice of words carefully before answering. “because i’m scared.”

both of you are whispering, scared to break an intimate silence. “what are you scared of?” you turn to lay on your side, hands still held in between your bodies.

for the first time since entering her room, she looks at you, long and deep before also turning on her side. “if i tell you…promise me you won’t be mad.”

“of course not, ellie.” your brows furrow in confusion and concern, a hand reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “you can tell me anything.”

well shit. here goes nothing, “they’re about you.”

you’re immediately taken aback. about you? what have you done to cause her this much distress? you hesitantly pull back your hand from her head and she quickly clarifies her choice of words, sensing your worry and confusion.

“losing you, i mean. it scares the shit out of me.” she reaches for your hand that retracts from her head and simply holds it in the air.

“losing me? why would you lose me, ellie?” you squeeze her hand back in turn.

she tells you about the patrol. she tells you how deeply it shook her. she tells you how it reminded her of riley. she tells you everything that was going through her mind during and after the patrol. she tells you everything, except for how i made her realize she’s in love with you. now you’re both tearing up, trying not to cry at the sight of the other slowly breaking down.

“i know you won’t lose me, ellie.” you sniffle, your hand retracting from her grasp and let it rest back on her cheek. “you wouldn’t let that happen as long as you have something to say about it.”

suddenly it feels like it’s now or never for ellie. she can either live every day for the rest of her life in regret, wondering what it would be like to be able to call you hers, or she can be brave and learn to be vulnerable for you.

“…i really fucking love you, y/n. i think i always have.” she bites her wobbling lip because she’s terrified. she wouldn’t lose you to anyone or any thing because she’d be there to protect you, but how would she be able to live with herself if she lost you because of her own selfishness of loving you?

to say you’re surprised at her words is an understatement. you choke on a half-sob, half-laugh at her confession. “i really fucking love you too, ellie.”

relief if the first feeling ellie registers. then it’s immediate excitement. the emotional whiplash of tonight makes you both giggle.

softer and more intimate “i love you’s” are exchanged before giving each other that knowing look. ellie’s hand reaches for your waist as she leans in.

your noses touch, breaths mingling together before you make the final press against her soft lips.

it’s long and drawn out, months of hidden feelings spilling into the kiss. then sleepily making out until you fall asleep pressed against each other, side by side.

[illusioniki]

visiting your parents' house with gf!ellie and having to lay low because the walls are sooo thin.. but as the days go by, you just can't keep your hands off each other anymore.

you assumed staying quiet during sex couldn't be so hard, until you mentioned that to gf!ellie, and she took it as a fucking dare.