omg i just read your ellie williams x reader bimbofication fic and i’m in LOVE! by any chance could i req a fic with mean!dom masc ellie x bimbo cheerleader sub!reader?
۶ৎNo Brains—Ellie Williams x Reader۶ৎ
۶ৎwarnings : Request, mean dom!Ellie, masc!Ellie, Bimbo!reader, flirtatious!reader, cheerleader!reader, established relationship, strap sucking, hair pulling, public sex, some face fucking, possessive sex, rough sex, face slapping, groping, snail trails, dumbification, reader lowkey worships Els, pet names, mentions of free use, degradation, bimbofication, sub!reader, short fic lol, spit, mentions of breeding,
ᯓ★pluto's pieceˎˊ˗ this is such a great idea, hope you don't mind that i made it apart of my bimbofic, and that its so short. it was fun to write tbh, kinda brought me out of my slump.
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"Keep fucking yourself with those pretty nails." Ellie goads you, hands placed firmly on the sides of your head, keeping you still while she guides your mouth around the tip of her strap. Bimbofication had been going well, the kind of good that made Ellie feel so fucking proud of herself. Ellie had pulled a few strings to get you onto the cheerleading team for your university only because she wanted to (needed to) see you dressed up and flying in the air.
She waited for you to find your footing, cheer at a few games, go to a few practices all while she watched you from the bleachers, quietly planning out the ways she would ruin you.
Ellie stood above you, pulling your head closer by the back of the slick ponytail that keeps your hair out of your face, the tip of the dick hitting against the back of your throat. It rips the most disgusting noises from your body, choking and grunting bellows from the depths of your stomach. There's strings of spit that connect your head to the flesh colored strap, keeping you tethered.
Ellie pulls the silicone from your skull, it now being coated in a thick layer of your spit. The area around your mouth glistens with the evidence of your own DNA, eyes blown wide. She smiles down at you, freckled hand going to touch the side of your cheek, thumb rubbing small soothing circles on your skin.
"You look so cute in your uniform, babygirl." Your fingers never falter, even though your fingers burn and your knees are filled with needles at how long you've been sitting in this position. "Tha-thank you." Mewls fall from your lips as you slowly approach your end, sparkly pink nails glinting under the light of the gym's storage room. "Mm." Ellie's fingers pull at the ribbon that hangs off your ponytail, tugging it off.
" Want me to fuck you ,baby? Do you like being used?" She snakes behind you, grabbing your wrist and tying them together behind your back. You nod wordlessly, trapped in the silk of her web. Ellie's back in front you, the heel of her converse coming into light contact with your stomach. It's not harsh, just enough to make you flop on your back, legs falling open with practiced ease.
In an instant she's back in front of you, using her tattooed forearm the push your thighs open for her, watching the strings of your arousal keeping your thighs glue together.
"What a dumb bitch, can't even use your fucking words." She slides the tip of the silicone along your wetness, gathering the slick before pushing it into your waiting hole. Ellie doesn't wait for you to steady yourself, she takes the tip and shoves the thickness into you until she's bottomed out inside of you.
A gasp leaves your lips, but is quickly bitten back by the enamel of your teeth. "Don't you ever fucking do that again, I need to hear every fucking sound that leaves those idiotic lips of yours." Ellie growls while plunging into you with such force you're sure the strap is rearranging the pathways to your heart.
Your thighs hang loosely around her hips as she fucks into you with a rough pace, bruising the spongy part of your pussy as she chokes you, moans falling from your lips. You can feel the chafing feeling of the rough material of her khaki cargo pants, rubbing you raw in the most delicious way.
"I-I-'m sor-rry." You're pouting as you run the tips of your acrylics along her forearm, slight red marks appearing against her ivory and tatted skin. "Why would I ever accept an apology from a dumbass like you? Only thing girls like you are good for is being my little fucking cocksleeves." Her pace is brutish, her hands holding you in place by your hips.
"Hmm maybe, I should leave you here, turn you into a free use toy for all your little cheerleader friends. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She taunts and you try to shake your head no, an act of disobedience that earns you a slap to the face. Its hard enough for you to instantly correct yourself, "Fuck, Els, please." You sob as she thrusts into you, watching your face contort into something likened to discomfort mixed with pleasure.
"It'd be a good fucking punishment, 'specially for a stupid cunt like you." Ellie pushes the front of your uniform upwards, revealing the white lace of the newest addition to your slutty wardrobe. "So cute. Think about it all your stupid cheerleader friends using you like the toy you are." Her fingers rub soothing circles around your clit, causing your body to jerk and writhe. "N-No, fuck—I don't wann-wanna be used." It's garbled and barely understandable, but she smiles down at you anyway. "So pathetic." Ellie takes the dick out of you, ignoring the way your fucked out body shivers underneath her at the loss of pressure.
"Where—where you going?" You watch as Ellie fidgets with the zipper of her pants, pushing them down to her knees before stepping out of them. "Your stupid moans are turning me on." She's back in front of you, pushing your knees to your chest as she works you into a mating press.
"Fuck, gonna breed this pussy, make you into the cutest little plaything in the world." Ellie shoves herself back into you, her clothed top falling onto your body, her arms falling to the sides of your body, trapping you underneath her. "Such a fucking slut, this pussy is the only good thing about you." Her pace is fast, cruel and enough to have you shaking at the way she deep strokes you.
Your lips are parted and your hair as been sweated out, the tops of your hair are frayed and the gel that held it back has started to lose its hold. You look so fucked out now, gone is the less flashy girl that kept her head deep books. Presented before her is the result of all her hard work, every act of dominance resulting in your submission. Ellie gathers the spit in her mouth, spurting the liquid onto your clit. Her freckled fingers rubbing speedy circles on your clit as her own hips stutter, her lip caught between her two front teeth.
"C-Can I cum? Please, please let me cum." Your sobbing harder now, tears streaming down your cheeks as you beg for your release. She's silent, so quiet yet she still daggers into you, deep and mean, like she hates how much she loves your pussy.
"I'll let you cum, only because you look so fucking brainless right now. I can feel the way your pussy grips my strap." Your pussy flutters around the base of her cock as the warmth of your release engulfs you, leaving you a moaning, crying mess. She never allowed you to breathe before, not even a second of peace before she's pulling out of you, letting the silicone slide itself to your stomach leaving a path of sticky slick in its wake.
Ellie's on her feet, boxer clad legs standing in front of you as she pulls you up by your hair, a cry leaving your lips at the hard tug on your follicles. She pulls you onto your knees, hovering above you. Ellie steps out of her boxers, her skin soft and bruised from years of rough play. You stare up at her with so much love in your eyes, small hearts flashing through them.
"I have to get back—to practice." You whimper out, the feeling of her hand gripping your ponytail giving you a slight headache, but you don't mention that part. She stuffs your face into her cunt with no warning, "Don't lick my clit, keep your bratty mouth shut." She runs your face along the wetness of her crotch, wetting your face with her arousal.
Once she's done a few passes, enough to get your T-zone nice and coated with her slick and precum she pulls away. Her banded arm lets go of your hair as she finally unties you, giving you a sloppy kiss as she tastes her own juices on your lips. "Go back out there, make me proud." She helps you up, pats you on your ass and then pulls her boxers back up.
"Wha-what about—what about my face?" You point a claw at your face, still sticky as her precum starts to dry out and turn white along your features. "I want everyone to know who you fucking belong to. Don't touch your fucking face, and I'll be watching."
summary: joel and ellie are tasked to move a package from jackson to san diego. little did they know you were the "cargo..."
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language, cordycep apocalypse related violence & weapons, canon divergence, tlou part 1 & 2 spoilers; angst, medium to slow burn, pet names, voyuerism, sub!joel and dom!reader, age gap in pairing, masturbation, etc.
word count: ~6.3k
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request: by @yourmomsmilfmistress; katrina babes, i have another idea!!! i was thinking something along the lines of (whatever male character you want/ im not picky) is OBSESSED with reader and one day after a torturous hangout he starts to 🍆💦 ( ya know) after she leaves and for some reason it's not working and it's like he's just edging himself but (of course) reader comes and walks in on it and it's like sub!male and dom!reader smut!!!
note: um… most definitely. the way i thought of joel freaking miller instantly. sub male? common now 😈 we are set in a post-tlou part 2 world where no one died, abby who?, and ellie lives happily on the farm (aka 20+ age). also, loosely following the plot of part 1. for visuals of characters, i am moving forward with what we’ve seen so far of hbo’s part one and game’s part two casting. although as it’s older ellie, i went with video game looks. hopefully that makes sense. enjoy my fellow hoes ⚡️
Don't tell them your name. Just tell them you're there to see Maria.
His words keep running through your head as you gallop atop your trusted steed, Horse. He told you, repeatedly, that they will find you - not the other way around. All you needed to do was get to the vicinity of Jackson County. Well, you are about a mile into said county and you haven't come across a single person. Let alone, a single runner.
The two things cannot co-exist this far from the cities. If there are no runners or clickers, then there must be people. If there are infected, there are no people. But emptiness? That is something unheard of. It puts you on edge. You swear you want to just yell, yell to draw something out. But that would be stupid. You don't know how many are out here ... people or infected.
You hop over a razor wired fence in the middle of the road. Its height hits a the top of your knee. Perfect stop runners. Your first sign that people have been in this neck of the woods. The deeper you get into Jackson County, you wonder why all you need to say is "I'm here to see Maria." Would these people attack you and saying those words would be the only thing to stop them? Or are they dumb enough to bring just about anyone back into their town? You have absolutely no clue what he has signed you up for.
Fear stands your hairs on end. It fuels your adrenaline and heart as Horse guides you into an opened field. On the main road, you read a sign that displays "surface may be icy." You're thankful you were assigned this job in the middle of July. In front of you, you note green ivory glued to the brick walls of an old music store. The roads were shit, as usual. Cracks and bumps from overgrowth and lack of maintenance. You hope they are not too rough on Horse's shoes. She had them switched out in Colorado, back when you saw your people last.
Horse abruptly stops. Harsh enough for your full body to push up against her back. "Fuck," you grumble with a hand to your head. "What the hell?" You slowly open your eyes to note the clicker before you. With widening eyes, you swiftly reach to unhook your knife from the saddle. As quiet as a mouse, you hop off of the pillion and carefully land your feet on the grass below. You side step as you make your way closer. its clicks grow louder as it uses its echolocation in the opposite direction.
Your eyes are constantly moving, wondering if there are any other infected around. There is luckily no movement. Just one single clicker. The fungi sporadically growing throughout its body. The cordyceps on full display on its face - if you can even call it a face. In your last two steps, you rush up to it. You hook your arm over its chest. Your fingers curve over its shoulder as you grip tightly against the rough flesh. With your other hand, you stab your knife into the crook of its neck. It quickly became limp in your arms. You let slide off your body and ultimately onto the road.
"Drop the knife," you hear behind you. The voice is rough and booming. You gradually put your hands up. You drop the knife, careful to have it fall upon its hilt and not its blade. "On your knees," it bellows. You laugh, tilting your head to the side. "No can do," you scoff. "I only get on my knees when I want to." The man behind you laughs as he slowly walks up to you. His boots crunching against the dirt and gravel.
"On your knees," another voice appears. Despite its higher tone, it is just as rough. A smile grows upon your face as you carefully drop to your knees. "Oh for you, of course," you mutter to the woman. She quickly grabs hold of your wrist and places it behind your back. Her grip harsh and tight. You release a laugh as you lean back into your captor. "I'm here for Maria," you mutter.
Abruptly, the movements behind you stop. The grasp remains tight. "Maria?" the exasperated man's voice pushes through the air. His boots' steps become faster as he rushes behind you. "Why?" the woman asks. You feel the cool head of a gun at the back of your neck. "Hey, hey, hey," you furiously mumble. "I-I'm a smuggler. I'm with a group of people who told me Maria owes them one. I just got sent here for her to pay the debt."
The gun is pressed harder against your neck. "What debt?" the man's voice asks. You move your head to the side, attempting to pull yourself away from the gun's focused point. The gun holder makes sure it stays against your skin despite your movements. "I don't even know, man. I was just sent here. They told me to say 'I'm here for Maria' and that she would know what to do," you spit out.
You hear the man pace behind you. He sighs heavily. His voice hushed as he speaks towards the woman. "I don't feel good about this, El," he whispers. "Does she have any people in her past?" the woman asks. "Not that I know of," he says as those steps draw closer once more. You are suddenly pushed to the ground. You cut up your chin as you couldn't catch yourself in time. "Fuck," you mutter into the ground. "Your name," he mumbles. "I don't have time for games." You yell as your palms lay flat against the surface. "Rita," you quickly lie.
"Alright, Rita," the man's voice bustles behind you. "Let's go." Next thing you knew, a bag was pulled over your head. Your head was then banged against the hard rubber bedding of a truck.
They grip against the bag over your head so hard that it pulls on some of your hair as it uncovers your face. Your eyes slowly blink to adjust to the light. "Shit," you grumble as you relax your arms, only to realize that you were tied to a chair. Rope. Fuck, you think. Rope hurts the most.
"Now, Rita, I'm not going to ask again. Why are you here for Maria?" The familiar voice asks. You squint to look in his direction. A latino man with slicked black hair crouches before you. You look behind him to recognize that you were in a stable - a wooden stable. There is hay all over the floor, but no horses. What kind of stable doesn't have horses? As your eyes trail back towards your feet, you note red splotches staining the wooden floor below you. "Damn it," you whisper the elongated swear under your breath. You know exactly what kind of place this is.
"I told you already, man," you whine. "My people didn't tell me shit. Just that I was assigned a job and Maria owed a ride." You look into the brown eyes staring holes into your face. "I'm here to collect on that ride," you whisper. "To where?" the man asks. "I'll tell Maria ... once I get my ride," you answer with a smirk. The man raises his fist as his upper lip tenses. You wince at the sight.
“Tommy!” You recognize the woman’s voice as he holds back his fist. She walks out from the darkness of one of the stables. You smile at the sight. She looks younger than you. Her reddish brown hair gave you goosebumps. Her eyes a greenish blueish grey. Something you would have envied as a child. She some how looks sweet, but also has clearly endured so much in her short time.
“So, we have Tommy,” you share as you nod towards the man. “And El,” you murmur as you look up to her. You smile - a smile that El winces at. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” you sigh as you attempt to shrug against the chair. “I don’t want to give anyone grief. I just need to talk to-” Suddenly, a remarkable woman bursts through the doors. Another man at her side. Her eyes serious and hellbent. Her skin a deep and beautiful brown. She is undeniably gorgeous, and surprisingly pregnant. She definitely had the glow, complete with her large firmed bump. “Tommy, what the hell is this?” she asks sternly.
Maria, you think. They never gave you a picture, but you knew from the second she commanded that room. The second both Tommy and El backed away from you. Their hands either up or open at their sides. She was in charge. And she was headed right for you. “Maria,” you say with a sing songy voice. Her head shoots your way. “I need a ride.”
Maria stares down at your smile. Her upper lip pulls, just like Tommy’s. “Where?” she asks calmly. “San Diego,” you answer. “San Diego?” she scoffs. “I don’t owe them that much.” You tilt your head, smiling to yourself. “Well, someone thinks you do,” you smirk. Tommy grunts as he steps towards you. Maria quickly puts out an arm across his chest.
With a sigh, she returns her gaze to you. Her arm still across his chest. You are curious about those two. “I obviously can’t take you myself,” she mutters. “Obviously,” you affirm as you nod towards her stomach. “I’ll find you someone. You’ll leave in the morning,” she says carelessly. She turns around and speaks to her people. “Untie her,” she says under her breath.
The man who walked in with her quickly follows through with her demand. You rub your wrists and forearms where the rope’s red rings pressed into your skin. You stand with the devil’s smile across your face. El is the first to walk up to you, while Tommy’s eyes are still daggers. “Hey, sorry,” she says as she rubs the back of her neck. “Things didn’t go so well the last time a new person asked about one of our people.” You hum as you nod. “Make sense,” you say under your breath as you return your gaze to Tommy.
“Maria’s his wife,” El adds as she follows your eyes. “He’s been extra sensitive, given the baby and all.” You smile at her words. She pulls your attention. “It’s also Ellie by the way,” she mumbles. She gestures goodbye and walks out. “Rita?” the man asks. You look at him with confusion. “My name’s Jesse. Come on, follow me.” With hesitation, you follow the tall man out into the dark night.
Your eyes quickly fall upon the string lights crossing from building to building. It is so beautiful your mouth gapes open. “We have a small bed and breakfast for travelers,” he shares as he points to a building at the end of the street. “Shit - a bed and breakfast?” you scoff under your breath. As you walk, you note the happy and clean people randomly walking about. They are loud - comfortably loud. It must be nice.
“Where you from?” Jesse asks. His gaze stuck on you. “I don’t do small talk,” you say with a weak smile. “I don’t mean to be rude.” He laughs, raising his hands. “No, I get it. Just trying to make conversation,” he answers. “Oh, well if we’re making conversation, tell me what your favorite color is,” you teasingly laugh. He chuckles, shooting you a sweet smile. “Orange,” he scoffs. “You?” You nod, smiling as you step onto the front deck of this apparent bed and breakfast. “Green.”
With quick goodbyes, you go inside and easily secure your room. The room is on the first floor. Inside the small space, you have a worn down desk, chair, and bed. Your pack is already resting against the foot of the bed frame. You grab the back of the chair and hook it underneath the door’s knob. You turn the lock and deadbolt the door. When you finally lay back to rest, you reflect on your day. It didn’t go as well as you had hoped - as you had been told. But at least you are alive. At least you are on your way to San Diego.
After the best sleep of your life, Jesse led you to a building across the way. Maria, Tommy, Ellie, Jesse, another woman and a man sit alongside a long dinner table. The woman appears sweet. She sits closely to Ellie. The man is something else. His demeanor laid back, like he had no care in the world. His face kind, but also worn thin after years of this shit world. You can immediately see through the facade and know he is good. But damn does he give off such a strong guard dog vibe. He has random patches of grey amongst his black hair and beard. His eyes dark, but youthful. You struggle to keep your eyes off of him. He watches you, though. He sized you up as soon as you walked through the door.
“Rita,” Maria calls out. You are too busy attempting to watch him through your eye lashes. “Rita,” she says louder. You quickly turn your attention to her. Only now remembering that Rita was the name you gave them. “Yes,” you answer with high energy. “These are my best people,” she shares. “I want Joel and Ellie on this.” Ellie sits up straight, shocked as she exchanges looks with the girl beside her. The two begin to discuss in hushed tones. The man abruptly turns towards Maria, disingenuously laughing under his breath. “No, Maria,” he scoffs. “That ain’t happening.” The man stands, his hands firm against the table. He must be Joel. Rarely have you met someone who’s name perfectly fits them. It makes you smile.
Maria sighs as though she saw this coming. “I would go myself-” she starts. “So let me go,” Tommy interjects. Joel and Maria quickly respond “no” in unison. Maria takes a breath as she slowly looks to her partner. “I’m about to pop. You can’t go,” she whispers. “I need you.” Tommy solemnly nods as he looks back towards the rest of the group. Maria turns back to Ellie with patient eyes. “Ellie, Dina - are y’all okay with this?” she asks. Dina nods, looking at Ellie. "J.J. will be fine. You should go," she whispers. Ellie then turns to Maria and nods.
Joel's scoff could be heard from two buildings down. "This is bullshit, Maria and you know it," he yells as he slams his hand against the table. Tommy stands, pointing towards him. "Watch it, Joel," he warns through gritted teeth. Maria takes a breath as she looks between Ellie and Joel. "You two have gone across state lines more times than any of us. This should be easy as pie," she says softly. He rolls his eyes as a deep, unenthused chuckle falls from his lips. "What's the cargo?" he asks with furrowed brows as he looks off in the distance.
Maria turns towards you. She rakes over you with slight confusion and hesitation. Within a second, there was a moment where her face smoothed out. She took a breath and returned to Joel. "She is," she states with finality. Your face remains looking down the table, but your eyes travel to Joel's seat. He gradually turns to look at the group. With a guttural growl, he says, "Absolutely not." Maria throws her hands up. "Joel, they will come to collect. I will not put anyone else's life in danger," she yells.
"If they come to collect, they can take her dead body," Joel booms as he pulls a gun from his holster and points it towards your head. You remain still. Your breathing intensified as the remainder of the group stands to their feet. "Joel," Maria says softly. "We need her - whether you like it or not. We need her in San Diego." Joel exhales through his flared nostrils. His mouth tight as he looks down at you through the sights of his pistol.
"What's so important about her?" he asks as he lowers the gun. Maria sighs in relief. "I don't know," she shakes her head. "All I know is these people helped us in a pinch back when me and dad started up. They said they'd come to collect and all they needed was a team to get something to San Diego." Tommy watches her intently. It must have been the first time she shared this with him. "I've seen what these people have done when groups don't pay up, Joel," she mutters. "We will not win that fight without losing everything."
Joel sucks his tongue against the back of his teeth. He holsters his gun and walks towards the front door. He hooks a backpack over his shoulder and turns back towards the group. "Ellie?" he asks as he slowly opens the door. You turn to watch Ellie kiss Dina. She presses her head against hers and whispers things you cannot make out. They separate with a strong embrace. Ellie walks towards Joel. "You coming, Rita?" she calls out behind her. You stand immediately. Your shocked eyes fall upon Maria and Tommy as you attempt to process everything that has happened in the past few minutes. You grab your pack and walk out to meet the pair in the street.
Ellie watches Joel with trust and a hint of distaste. You wonder about their story. As you walk up, the two stop talking and turn to look at you. "Hello," you greet awkwardly. "While we're out there, you do exactly what I say - when I say. Understand?" Joel says sternly as he points a finger in your face. How could those sweet eyes simultaneously look so threatening? "Understood," you whisper under your breath as you exchange looks with Ellie.
Joel quickly turns and heads straight to what looks like a mechanic's garage. "Does he always have a stick up his ass?" you ask as you skip to catch up with Ellie. She smiles, nervously biting her lip. "At first," she mutters under her breath as her eyes remain on him. "The Chevy," he asks a man standing behind the desk. He promptly hands him keys without question. You nod, noting how nice it must be to live in Jackson.
"Chevy, huh?" you say, attempting to start a conversation with the man. Joel completely ignores you as he slides the keys into the door handle. "Nice try, but he's not going to crack for a while," Ellie whispers in your ear as she walks to the other side of the truck. You laugh as you open the side door and hop into the backseat. "Seatbelt," he says softly as he points Ellie's way. "Oh," she mutters as she slides it over her body and clips it at her side.
The three of you sat in silence for the first hour of the trip. It was unbearably boring. Wyoming's sights were not as incredible outside of Jackson county. You wish you could sleep, but did not trust the two enough to even try. "Joel," Ellie starts but continues to laugh. "Remember when we cleared this hotel. Remember the tomatoes?" She laughs so hard that she holds her stomach. She leans fully against the passenger seat as she kicks her feet up. You swear you watch Joel crack a smile as he watches the girl burst into a laughing fit. You wish you got a better look.
"What happened with the tomatoes?" you curiously ask Ellie. She turns, struggling to speak between laughs. As she starts, Joel quickly interrupts her. "Don't tell her anything. She's cargo, nothing more," he instructs. Ellie sinks into her chair. Her expression perplexed as she seemed excited to share. "Just cargo, huh?" you taunt. His face remains still as he eyes focus on the road. "Wow, you Jackson people are the sweetest I've ever met," you say sarcastically. "Maybe I should just dip out on this trip. I can probably make it on my own."
Joel quickly slams against the breaks. Your shoulder digs into the back of his seat as you let out a stunned groan. "What the hell?!" you yell. "We are taking you to San Diego, or we are taking your body," he turns to say with stern eyes. You place distance between you two. A sudden rush of alertness and danger bursting through your body. "Let me be clear. I don't care if you're dead or alive by the end of this trip. We are paying off Maria's debt," he seethes. "I'd recommend shutting up if you plan to get there alive."
You suck your tongue against your cheek as you laugh under your breath. You lean back harshly against the back of your seat. "Eyes on the road, asshole," you say as you nonchalantly gesture towards the street. He rolls his eyes as he faces forward behind the wheel. He presses on the gas gradually. Ellie sits in awkward silent with a tight lip. She finds comfort in looking out the window.
Less than a week has gone by and you are barely crossing the border into Utah. In each passing day, you learn something new about Ellie. She loves to draw. She met her partner, Dina, on the first day she got to Jackson. Her son is named after Jesse and Joel. She calls him her "potato" - an incredible nickname you find endearing. The days are starting to blend together, but Ellie remains a highlight of each.
Joel, on the other hand, has remained annoyingly silent. He solely speaks to Ellie. If he does choose to talk to you, it is usually some demand where he forgot how to say "please." He is abundantly cold. It is infuriating. Here and there, you catch him staring your way. His glimpses seem familiar, as opposed to his usual and intentional looks of anger.
He never looks at your eyes, but his gaze tends to fall on your lips and hair. Any time you caught his eye line, he would immediately look away. The way his gaze lingered on you always left you in a ball of confusion. You thought you would have been on edge, being stared at for hours on end. Yet, you loved it. It made you feel seen. It made you feel beautiful. If he wasn't so vocal about his disapproval, you would think he had a "thing" for you. For now, you just enjoy his looks - hoping they are filled with adoration and not hatred.
Luckily for the three of you, communication was not needed as much when taking out the infected. The trio even came across a group of clickers a day ago. Without saying a word, the three put on their gas masks and stepped into the spores. They could all hear the clicking echoing through the old and damaged walls. With only nods and looks, the three separated and silently took down each clicker.
You turned to look at them with excitement. “That was awesome!” you said joyously. “Very SWAT-team.” Ellie was kind enough to crack a smile as she cleaned her blade on the side of her jeans. You turned to Joel, waiting for any reaction. He gave you absolutely nothing. He shook off the blood on his machete and gracefully placed it back onto his backpack. He then immediately moved toward the cabinets in front of him to search for supplies. God, did he really not have a sense of humor?
Tonight, you find yourself resting beside Ellie in a closed off room. The day was once again filled with ambiguous look exchanges with Joel. Your body aches from taking out runners. You wonder if you'll be in pain for the entire trip. The room rests at the end of a long hallway with no other entrances or exits. The only doorway to the outside was located at the end of the hallway and was guarded by the one, Joel Miller. You continued to wrestle with sleep as you lay uncomfortably in your sleeping bag. You have now spent hours staring at the plant infested ceiling. Ellie, luckily, rests peacefully at your side. She felt safe enough to put earbuds in to help her sleep. Another thing of hers to be jealous of.
After a few hours, you decide that it will most likely be impossible for you to sleep tonight. You quietly stand and put your pajama shorts over your undies. You open the door into the hallway. It's long corridor was scarier at night. You pull your flashlight from your pocket. Clicking it on, you remind yourself that the only door is at the very front. You would undeniably see if anyone entered the dark hallway with you.
As you reach the end of the hall, you begin to hear quiet moans coming from the other side of the door. Your mind quickly rushes to the thought of a runner making their way inside. But once you hear slight heavy breathing and groans, you immediately recognize that the sounds were coming from Joel. Excitement bursts through your chest as you press your ear against the door. You could not have imagined a better sound escaping his lips. His groans sound so sweet, so supple. You wish you could be the reason they fall from his lips.
You nervously turn back to see that the door at the other end of the lengthy hallway remained close. There was no way anyone would be able to hear at the other end. Not unless they were right where you were standing. With a smile, you hear his breathing louden. You wish you could see him. See his brows pulling together as his mouth hangs open. You wish you could watch him stroking himself. You would bet on your life that his cock was large and girthy. You have been stealing glances of it beneath his tight jeans.
Your mouth starts to water as you hear his moans grow louder. It takes all your strength and will not to burst through the doorway and beg him to let you help. God, would you absolutely beg for that man - without question. You wonder who's on his mind. Who could possibly be the lucky person whom he is wanking off to? Your legs feel weak. You actually contemplate sitting down and playing with yourself alongside his intoxicating moans.
“Oh, Rita,” you hear fall from his mumbling lips. Your entire body lights up with pleasure. He is thinking about you… Your legs buckle beneath you as you struggle to stay standing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hear escape his lips. He must be close. You swear you can hear the slapping against his skin. All your blood rushes towards your clit. You want him - bad.
Out of no where, Joel stops. You hear a sound of frustration but remain curious. Was he edging himself? Shit. Why is that even hotter? you think to yourself. His moans slowly start again. Your mouth hangs open as you tighten your knees together. The friction feels good but it’s definitely not enough. You wish you could touch him. You wish he would be muttering your name as your hand strokes his dick. You wish his big hands could hold your head down as you take all of him in your mouth.
Almost as though you two were connected, Joel’s moans started to repeat more and more. His breathing heavies as your knees tighten harsher and harsher against themselves. Your clit now pulsating, desperate for stimulation. You cover your mouth, hoping your own gasping breaths were not loud enough to hear in the other room.
His voice strains as he gets closer and closer. He mumbles again, “Yes, Rita.” Shit, why aren’t you already in there? Your entire body is on fire but, oh, so nervous. You hear his skin slapping against each other. His moans growing louder. You hear a bump against the wall. His voice begins to break. God, he’s so fucking close.
“Oh baby just like that,” Joel whines. “Cum for me,” you whisper on repeat. Then silence fills the air. You worry if he might have heard you. You’re sure that him catching you listening in is so much worse than you catching him jacking off. “Damn it,” he yells softly with a grunt. That’s when you realize he isn’t edging on purpose. It seems like he can’t get past that final push. To release all that pent up energy.
You could help him. You know you want to. It’s the right thing to do. He must be in so much pain - all swollen down there, thinking about you. You would be helping him. You are so selfless. With a deep breath for courage, you quickly knock and open the door.
You spot Joel in his jean shirt. His legs are spread wide while he sits, bare, on the couch. His pants wrapped around his ankles as he holds his lengthy cock in one hand. His head rests back onto his other. As he hears the door creak open, he nervously grabs hold of a pillow and covers himself. You have never once seen shock and worry on the man’s face until now.
“Shit,” he yells as he scrambles to cover himself. You play dumb, covering your gaping mouth with your hand. “I’m so sorry Joel,” you whisper. “I-I thought I heard my name so I came out here,” you slyly taunt as you end with a smirk. Joel’s usual annoyed face returns as he realizes you know the truth. “Why didn’t you just come get me?” you ask innocently as you sit on the arm rest of his couch.
Joel watches you in confusion as he recognizes your advances. “I shouldn’t have done this, I’m-” he starts. You swiftly interrupt, “No need for apologies. I’m just confused is all.” You gracefully fall beside him. Your bare thigh touching his. The tips of your fingers dance atop his thigh. His grip onto the pillow covering his unit grows tighter by the second. “I thought you didn’t care about me,” you whisper as you lean closer to his face. You are now still, a few inches from his face.
"We don't have to do this," Joel mutters. His teeth locked as he watches you. He must think he's in danger. No, its quite the opposite. "Do what, Joel?" you ask as you pull away from him. You note a chair across from him. His backpack is sprawled over it. You carefully carry the backpack and place it closer to him. To show him that you are not something to be scared of. You then turn to sit in the chair. Your legs spread open as you bite your lip. Your eyes rake over the vulnerable man in front of you.
Joel watches you. He takes in shaky breaths. It is almost as though he is more nervous, now that he understands your intent. "Don't stop on my accord," you say as you gesture towards him. You slowly cross your leg over the other, batting him off with your eye lashes. You gently laugh as you watch him sit still, uncomfortable. "Oh, I get it," you murmur with a nod. "You need help." You watch your shoulder as you slowly push your spaghetti strap off it. You do the same with the other side. When you look back at him, a smirk is shown across your face.
His eyes are darker than normal. He still holds the pillow firmly against the skin between his legs. "Don't stop, Miller," you whisper as you slowly pull your shirt up. You expose your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples immediately harden. He involuntarily bites his lip as his eyes grow full of wonder. With that, he gradually pulls the cover off and shows his enormous cock. You start salivating. Fuck, you knew it would be big.
Joel's thumb starts to move slowly up and down his shaft. His eyes now fully on you. No pulling away this time. Pleasure fills your chest as you raise your chin and open your mouth. You lick your lips, hell-bent on tasting him. He starts to smile between soft moans. His rubbing becoming quicker as your hands calmly travel up your stomach and to your tits.
His breathing shakes harder as your fingers circle your nipples. Your tongue resting gently against your bottom lip. He loves it. His moans become louder as he watches you. "Oh baby," escapes his lips as he watches your sensual movements. "The name's y/n," you whisper. You smile at the shock spreading across his face. "I want to make sure you're moaning the right girl's name this time."
"Your name's y/n," Joel mutters under his breath. His movements stop as he watches you gradually open your legs. Your shorts clearly expose your inner thighs. It shows enough to give him the slightest sneak peek. "And your name is Joel," you coo. “Does that change anything?” He scoffs. A smile spreads across his face. First time you’ve seen it and shit is it beautiful. “Not a single thing,” he mutters. “Then rub one out for me, daddy,” you whisper as your hand travels down your stomach and atop your shorts.
Joel presses his tongue against his cheek as his smile grows larger. His hand starts to rub against his hardened cock. His fingers wrapped around his girth. You bite your lip. You wish it was your hand, but you are not giving up control. “Yeah, start slow,” you murmur as you adjust in your seat. His eyes track you. His eye line at your lips, waiting for the words to just flow out.
His breathing intensifies as he drops his jaw in excitement. “Ooo, just like that,” you whisper as you try to maintain deep breaths. Your clit begins to pulsate. Begging you to jump atop of him. “What next, y/n?” he asks with a gaping mouth. He fully enunciates your name with a smirk at the end. You laugh as your brows bounce. “Hm,” you think aloud. Your finger tapping against your chin. “Have your other hand play with your balls.”
Joel’s brow raises as he’s slightly taken aback. “Don’t make me say it twice,” you playfully seethe through your teeth. He sighs with a smile as his other hand moves from atop his thigh. He cups his balls slowly. A thumb rubbing between them. You suck in a deep breath as you adjust again in your sit. You can’t get comfortable. Your body screams that the only seat you want is on his lap.
His lower jaw keeps moving as deep breaths fall from his lips. “Shit,” he breathes. His eyes close ever so slightly. “Mmm’such a good boy,” you whisper. “Let me hear you.” He gasps as the muscles in his legs begin to tighten. He lets out a low moan. One so deep your entire body shakes. You let out a hesitant breath as your hand covers your mouth. You are trying so hard to keep in control, to be the dominant one - but shit did you want him to wreck your pussy so badly.
“I know you can moan louder than that,” you murmur with a grin. Joel softly laughs and quickens his movements. His breath is fast. His eyes closed. He sits up straighter. His hand slaps against his skin. You spot precum falling from his tip. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. His head starts to fall back. It rests against the wall. He moves faster and faster. You squeeze your thighs together, holding your breath.
“Fuck, baby,” he whines. You could just about faint. “God, you’re going to make me cum, y/n.” You dig your nails into your thighs. You want nothing more than to see this gorgeous man cum all over himself. “Cum for me, Joel,” you whisper in excitement. Your entire body feels on fire. Goosebumps travel throughout your skin. “I want your big cock deep inside me, Joel. Please cum for me,” you gripe in an innocent voice.
“Oh, fuck,” Joel moans as his brows pull together. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter than before. You hear his voice raise in pitch. Higher and higher as his body moves faster and faster. You note him thrusting into his own hand. He looks so strong. He would feel so good thrusting inside of you. Finally, his breathing fastens and he starts to moan louder than before.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, y/n,” he whisper yells as his body tenses up. You immediately rush in front of him. You sit on your knees as you watch the show, up close and personal. Beads of cum stream down his elongated cock as he strokes firmly. You place much effort in keeping your hands to your sides. You watch as his breaths begin to slow.
“Fuck, Joel,” you say breathless. His eyes start to open. He lets out a gentle laugh through his smiling face. You crawl between his legs. His smile quickly falling as he curiously watches you. There you sit, his softened unit before you. “Your turn to help me, Miller,” you say as you bite your lips. His smile re-emerges as his hand pushes your shoulder back towards the ground. His body slides over you until his face hovers above yours. “Yes, ma’am,” Joel whispers as he plants a kiss on your lips so hard, yet so soft, that you completely fall head over heels for the man.
note: whatcha think? joel screams sub and fuck do i love it. also episode 3?? can someone just cry with me about that real quick? shall there be a part two? 🤫
*edit: there shall be & here it is
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Fandom: The Last Of Us
Pairing: Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of... nakedness? lol
The soft ticking off the clock was the only thing that could be heard throughout the darkened room, the only light that could be seen was a small amount seeping through the sides of the curtains that were pulled shut. It was mid morning, or so you guessed. You didn’t care too much, too busy basking in the rare moment where you got to stay in bed.
Your face was buried into your pillow, blankets pulled right up to your chin. The consistent weight around your waist, finger tips brushing over the soft skin of your stomach, kept you lulled in the groggy state you were in. You felt safe and content, not wanting to moment to end which, sadly, you knew would happen sooner than you would like.
“I’ve got to get up soon...” Abby’s somewhat soft but groggy voice broke through the silence, a small whine escaping you at her words which caused her to chuckle lightly. “Sorry.” She murmured, lifting her head to press a kiss onto your jawline.
“Stay.” You knew she wouldn’t.. or at least couldn’t. It was a rare occurrence that she even stayed in bed with you this long. Though you had managed to persuade her the night before, which had involved much whining and pouting on your part.
She hummed as she pressed a few more light kisses along your jaw, her large arms tightening around you as she held you for a few long moments. You began to trail your fingers along her arms, feeling the small scraps and scars that were littered over them. It wasn’t uncommon for her to gain new ones every time she left the stadium.
“I’m sorry.” She repeated, the words muffled this time as she kept her face close to yours and lips pressed against your skin just on the edge of your mouth. You turned your head back slightly, using the opportunity to kiss her softly. She let out a small sigh of contentment, feeling the short rush of air hit your face as you stayed close. Moving onto your back as she hovered over you slightly, your lips still pressed firmly together.
“You’re trying to distract me.” She mused after a moment, though made no effort to move away from the kiss.. to move away from you. You didn’t reply, instead you thread your fingers through her hair. It flowing free from the usual plait she had it in, her blonde locks creating a sort of curtain around you both. “Y/N...” She sighed, now creating an inch between your lips. Though they still brushed together as she spoke.
Still you didn’t say anything, just lightly began to scratch her scalp which caused her to sag slightly against you. You knew that if she really wanted to, Abby would be able to pull away but she still made no move to get out of the bed. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you to stay?” You finally murmured, a light smile forming on your lips as you spoke. Your fingers continued to rake through her hair, playing with soft locks.
“You’re terrible.” She replied with another light chuckle, indulging you for a moment longer before finally pulling away. “Such a bad influence.” There was a playful tone to her words as she moved to sit up, the blankets falling to her waist and exposing her naked torso. An appreciative sigh left you at the sight, moving onto your side as you watched her leave the bed and move around the room to gather her clothes.
“You look very tempting right now.” You told her causing her to huff out a small laugh, her naked form was barely visible in the darkness of your room but you could still see enough.
“Hands off.” She warned playfully as you watched her pull on a clean pair of deliciously tight boxers followed by a sports bra. Even like that, she still looked incredible. Her bulky, yet slim form completely enticed you which often left you wondering how did you get so lucky.
A small huff blew from your lips as you pulled the blanket tighter around you, pressing your face into pillow. “hm... it’s not my fault you always look so good.” You muttered, tiredness still laced in your voice. You knew as soon as Abby left, you would fall right back asleep again. Thank god for your day off.
“Can’t argue with that.” By now, she was completely dressed. Sporting a dark grey tank top and her usual cargo pants. A light grin playing on her lips as she threw her hair into a ponytail. It seemed you weren’t the only one that had no energy that morning. “I’ll see you tonight.” Her voice was much quieter now, as she leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss onto your waiting lips. “You can show me how good you think I look then.” You were satisfied with that, knowing you would get your way when she came home... which you always did anyway.
“I love you.” She added, giving you one last kiss before she left the room entirely. Your own “I love you” echoing after her which only made her smile wider.
I would like to request a ficlet, if they're still opened of Dina (The Last of Us) and fem!reader taking care of kittens for a weekend, then the reader blurts out that she has a crush on her after the kittens are picked up, please.
Thank you.
Hi, Kit! Sorry, sweetie, I don't feel confident on writing for Dina enough to write a full ficlet of her, so I'm going to have to turn this one down. But you can request it as a gif imagine or something like that when the other requests open! 😁
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Fandom: The Last Of Us
Pairing: Abby Anderson x Reader
Warnings: None.
“Y/N...” Abby sighed, sounding somewhat exasperated as she watched you shimmy up a ledge to grab some comics you had seen. Despite the slight annoyance at you straying a little off course, she wasn’t too inconvenienced due to the good view of your ass she had as you climbed over.
Your head appeared a few moments later, a large smile in place as you held the comics up into the air with a look of triumph. “Got’ em!” You announced, causing Abby to just roll her eyes though there was a slight affectionate smirk playing on her lips. “Catch!” You called down, not giving her much time as you threw the comics down below. Thanks to her fast reaction time, Abby easily caught them. “Show off.” You scoffed before jumping down from the ledge and landing easily on your feet.
“Were these really necessary?” She asked as she moved up behind you and placed the comics into your backpack. “They don’t look in the best shape.” She was right, they were a bit weather beaten but you figured you’d still be able to give them a read.
“Ah, its fine.” You said as she zipped up your bag and leaned forward slightly to press a peck onto your jawline. The affection she showed you always made you blush, this time being no different as a light tint of red worked it’s way from your neck and up to your cheeks. She lingered there for a few short moments before taking a step back.
“Come on, you’ve deterred us enough today.” There was a playful tone in her voice, a small smile could be seen on her lips also as you turned to face her. You scrunched your nose up at her and stuck your tongue out in retaliation to her words, which only caused her to roll her eyes once more.
The two of you started towards your destination, a comfortable air around between you as you chatted to fill the time in which you were travelling across the city. “So...” You began, a light smirk forming on your lips as you tilted your head to look at Abby. “Could this be considered a date?” The question causing her to quirk an eyebrow at you. “Because I’m definitely counting it.”
“A date?” A light snort escaped her, shaking her head a little. The two of you had, had dates in the past. Well, as much of a date as you could given the circumstances. “You want to consider us walking through the damp overgrown streets of this city as a date?”
“Eh..” You shrugged, throwing Abby a grin. “Can’t be picky, anything can be a date and I’m choosing this as one.” You nudged her lightly with your elbow which she returned, the two of you letting out smalls laughs. You liked how easy your relationship was, it was a breath of fresh air in a world where things definitely weren’t so nice.
Things went smoothly for the rest of your journey and you could feel yourself growing relieved as you neared your destination. By this point you had been walking through the city for a good portion of the day, making you grow a little tired. Abby, on the other hand, looked completely fine. It was though your trek had took absolutely nothing out of her, which you slightly envied her for.
It was as you grew closer to the building you were supposed to be scoping out, a shot rang out through the air and whizzed past the two of you. It barely missing your arm, causing you to let out a startled cry. “Fuck!” Abby cursed, immediately grabbing onto you and yanking you behind a nearby car as cover. “Shit.”
You both pulled out your guns and began to shoot back at the small group of people that were trying to gun you down. You weren’t as good of a shot as Abby, but you still managed to hit one or two of them. “How’s this for a date huh?” She calls to you, sounding a little strained but you could hear the slight amusement in her voice.
You let out a chuckle, though you didn’t take your eyes of the targets and continued to shoot towards them. “I thought things were going great!” You shot back, which only caused Abby to laugh along with you. Despite the situation that had unfolded, you really had enjoyed spending the day with her. Even if it had just been going on a run.
It didn’t take long for the two of you to wipe out the group, finding out that they had been Scars which honestly didn’t surprised either of you. When you were sure there was no one left, you slumped down against the car with a heavy breath. Letting your gun fall onto the floor beside you as you composed yourself. “You good?” Abby asked, this time her voice was quieter and softer as she scoots closer to you and throws one of her large arms around you.
You nodded, letting out a small hum as you rest your head against her. “I’m good.” You murmured, hearing her let out a sigh of relief at your words. She pressed her lips into your hair, taking in a deep breath as she held you for a few long moments. “Good.” She replied, it always scared her that one day you would be injured or worse during one of these runs. The two of you stayed there for a little while, composing yourself before moving onto your destination.
thanks to everyone who’s sent me an abby request... much appreciated 😌 im gonna try and work through some of them today... a few of them are a tad longer so may take me more time, however the short ones I could maybe get one or two out today, don’t want to rush them 😌 anyway, if you have any more then feel free to send! Ty ty xoxo
