⊹ . ݁ BEGGING 4 FOREGIVENESS── .✦ PUPPY!ELLIE WILLIAMS ˎˊ˗
゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ POPULAR!ELLIE HEADCANONS── .✦ COLLEGE AU // headcanons + short snippet of you and your girlfriend, ellie. she's a popular jock, because of course she is, what with her good looks, open sexuality, and personality. no one really knows how much of a puppy she is with you behind closed doors.
ᝰ.ᐟ tags; college au, begging, mild puppy play (use of a collar & leash), pet names & praise, head (r!receiving), sub & service top ellie, dom & bottom reader, straps, marking (hickeys), fluff and smut, comfort, possibly ooc ellie
POPULAR!ELLIE ♡ who truly, wholeheartedly, hates the attention she gets. she used to like it, back when she was single and hooked up with some girl every weekend, but not anymore. many of her friends from the soccer team often tease her for how little she goes out, but the truth is, ellie loves nothing more than to stay cooped up in your dorm, binge watch the series you two promise not to watch without the other present, and cuddle.
POPULAR!ELLIE ♡ who really, really likes to be praised and kissed at the same time. there's nothing more ellie enjoys than to arrive at your dorm, freshly showered after practice, and cuddle on your bed. she whines, shamelessly, when you give her kisses on the forehead, ask her about her day, and praise her for doing good. it's easy to ignore the worries in her mind when she's around you.
"coach basically said im carrying the team to nationals,” ellie’s words are muttered into your chest, her cheek smushed against your breast. she doesn’t have to say what she wants to hear from you, and yet— “will you come, if we do make it?”
“of course,” you run your fingers through her hair, pushing back her bangs to kiss her freckled forehead. “i’m proud of you, baby.”
POPULAR!ELLIE ♡ who most people, including yourself in the beginning, expect to be this rough, smug, and dominant woman in the bedroom. she is, with strangers and one-night stands, that is… but not relationships. she certainly didn’t open up about one of her kinks on purpose; you simply figured it out.
“fuck, els…” you gasp against her ear, curling your fingers into the base of her skull to give a gentle pull to her hair. her breaths mingle with yours, and she watches with rapt attention as your face twists the longer her thumb circles your clit for.
it’s maddening, watching a woman lose herself in pleasure thanks to her. but ellie always aches for more than just moans and simple praise like ‘that’s so good’. she needs more.
“right there, baby. ‘m so close, just press a little— there!” you’re thankful the parking lot of the uni’s residence is empty in this particular area. cars are an uncomfortable place to fuck in, but they make-do for quickies. ellie knows what she’s doing, at least, but even so, the words slip. “good girl, baby. you did so good for me.”
ellie’s hips bucked against nothing, and she whimpered. that was a topic for another time, though.
POPULAR!ELLIE ♡ who eventually does open up about her kinks a few months into the relationship. not the basic ones; who the fuck isn’t into being praised, or getting told they eat pussy well? no, she means the ones that only one other girl — her ex — knows. she’s awfully embarrassed about it, even if it doesn’t go anything beyond wanting to be called puppy, being “petted”, getting called ‘good girl’, and being occasionally slipped into a collar.
POPULAR!ELLIE ♡ who whimpers as you ride her. she stretches you out so very well, and you’re not sure what’s more satisfying— the feeling, or watching ellie’s breath stutter every time you roll your hips down on her strap. if she tries to buck her hips to meet you halfway, you give a tug to the leash wrapped around your hand. she can only watch, wet and aroused and useless on her back, as you move to your own rhythm, balancing yourself with one hand on one of her small breasts.
POPULAR!ELLIE ♡ who loves to get marked up. leave scratches on her back and red indents on her hips, please. but most of all, she loves hickeys. the second your lips come into contact with her throat, she’s tipping her head back and holding back whimpers. her hands grip onto your shoulders as you bring her flesh into your mouth to suckle, and though she expects it every time, still shudders when you top it all off with a nip and kiss.
“do you like that, els?” you croon against her ear, running a fingertip down the path of blooming marks on her nape. ellie nods, leaning back against the headboard to pull you on top of her.
but you stop just short of, instead shifting to sit between her knees. your finger trails down her sternum, passing by the many freckles that could pass as constellations, until you reach her abdomen. it’s a lean area, yet would be just as easy to mark up.
“want me to leave a few here, puppy?” you press your thumb down against her navel, grinning when ellie groans and bucks her hips with a nod. “yeah? use your words for me.”
If only Ellie’s teammates could see her like this; flushed from the tips of her ears all the way down to her toes, knees reddened from how long she’s been knelt before you for.
Not that she’d have it any other way, though.
"I didn't mean to make you upset," Ellie breathes against your thigh, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the soft flesh before resting her chin over it. She whines as your fingers curl tighter into her hair, though doesn't make a move to pull away. "She came up to me. You know I'd never do such a thing."
You do, but even so, it doesn't make it any less frustrating when bold — and stupid — girls try to make a move on your woman. Ellie used to like parties, and though rarely attends any these days, had no option but to go since it was a friend's birthday. You'd left her alone for three minutes to fetch you both a drink.
Three.
That had been just enough time for a gal to slink in, press up against Ellie, and try to get her number. Ellie had done her part of backing up and saying she had a girlfriend and was happily taken, and owned, but the other had only left once you showed up.
You weren't angry, honestly. Annoyed, sure, but you've never been the jealous type. Ellie clearly wanted you to be, though.
"Was I bad?" She whispers right against your ear, ensuring you'd hear her through the beat of the music and chatter in the background. "I should've followed you, don't you think? Maybe that way she wouldn't have flirted with me."
Back to the present, Ellie remains knelt at the foot of the bed. She's restless, you can tell. Her eyes keep flickering down to the hem of your nightgown, as though her stare would will it to be lifted on its own. She whimpers as you raise it, but remains painfully still, and watches as the length of your thighs is revealed. From the soft flesh she itches to squeeze the sides of her head, to the pretty stretch marks that hug your hips like her hands often do.
And Ellie can't hold back a whine when your knees part fully, showing her was she salivates for; your cunt, free of undergarments, with slick already pressed to the inner and plush parts of your thighs. Your fingers untangle themselves from her hair, yet, Ellie waits. Until—
"Go on."
She doesn't jump you. She knows better. Instead, Ellie works her way up your legs with slow, open-mouthed kisses. Her hands hook themselves under your knees, guiding them over her shoulders before she grasps your hips to carefully scoot you closer to the edge of the bed. Her fingers part you open, and the first press of her tongue over your slit has your toes curling. You reward her with a groan, which only excites Ellie further. She buries her face against you, nose nestled over your mound, and sucks your clit into her mouth.
"Good girl, Ellie."
The praise from your lips earns you an eager whine against your sex. Ellie pulls away, but replaces her mouth with her hand instead and slips two fingers into your warmth with ease. She stands just enough to seal her mouth over yours, allowing for your lungs to take in every breath, groan, and whimper from her throat.
was playing tlou2 and watching zero day as one does. and fuckin cal or andre cleared their throat and i abt had a heart attack thinking there was a zombie i couldnt see
bsf!ellie, who is madly and sweetly in love with the reader, who just had a daughter with her (former) boyfriend :( they live together at the farm and she helps her taking care of the baby, you know, helping to feed and practically acting as the father because, well, what kind of bsf bathe together and do couple things like light kisses on the mouth? imagine something sweet, as if at some point during the night, when they are both holding the baby, snuggled under the blankets, she confesses her love and they decide to start a life together, like, please, so cute :(
okay i actually rlly love this and i think im gonna make into a short little series!!
idk why ellie's run ins w the infected are so much easier to get through than abby's. like the grocery store or whatever doesnt stress me out but the tunnel abby crawls through makes me gag
